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I was in the doctor’s office for my annual exam. I had being seeing Dr. Phillips for a few years and I was pretty comfortable talking about all my health care issues with him. He knew that I was gay. Hell…he even knew that I was a bottom during sex. It was around 4:30 pm on a Friday afternoon and I was looking forward to the three-day weekend. I guess mine was the next-to-last appointment of the day. There was only one guy left in the waiting room. He was a slender guy, a little older than me, with average looks and short sandy hair. I didn’t pay much attention to him. After checking my physical responses, the doctor asked me the usual health and lifestyle questions. This year, however, my answer about whether I practiced safe sex was different. I told him that I had gotten fucked without a condom on several occasions. Surprisingly, I didn’t get the lecture that I expected. Instead, he asked me to explain my reasons for bottoming without protection. Hesitantly, I told him that I was becoming attracted to the idea of “bug chasing.” I said that I was attracted to the idea of taking poz cum. He said, “Are you aware of the risk that you might convert to being HIV-positive?” I relied, “I guess so. I haven’t thought about it that much yet, but the notion of routinely taking loads of some guy’s infected sperm is becoming increasingly appealing to me. It’s like breaking some wild kind of taboo!” The doctor said, “I’ve read up on this kind of behavior and it seems that most men professing a desire to be "pozzed" are really only engaging in an extreme sort of fantasy. Do you think that’s true in your case?” “No, Doc, I’m sure that that’s what I want. The whole idea turns me on for so MANY reasons!” When he heard this, his manner changed…more alert, more interested. He looked at me intently for a few moments, as if making up his mind about something. He said, “I’ve got an idea. It just so happens that the young man out in the waiting room has recently tested HIV-positive. We haven’t started him on any medications yet, so his Viral Level is extremely high. Why don’t I ask him to join us?” “You mean NOW?” I squeaked. I was still lying on the exam table, clad only in a thin Johnny that had been pulled up above my waist. I felt exposed and vulnerable. “Yes, right now! There’s no time like the present.” He then stood up, crossed the room and opened the door to the waiting room. I heard him tell his nurse that she could go home now. “Have a great weekend, Nancy!” he said. Next, he called out, “Mark! Why don’t you come into my office?” I could hear footsteps as the quiet young guy that I’d seen earlier came on in. He looked with a gleam of interest at my half-naked body lying on the examination table. The doctor said, “Mark, this is Alex, one of my patients. He currently is HIV-negative but he tells me that he’s been having unsafe sex recently in hopes of contracting the virus. Isn’t that right, Alex?” I could only blush in response. Mark stared at me with a wolfish grin on his face. Doctor Phillips continued, “It occurred to me that you two could help each other. Mark was telling me that he’s been getting very frustrated since his diagnosis because he stopped having sex. Mark, you don’t mind discussing this with Alex present, do you?” “No, doc! That’s ok. It’s just that I’m so HORNY all the time now. Do you think I’ll ever be able to fuck normally again?” The doctor then said to me, “You’re ok with this, too, Alex? We have your permission to help? I mean, you don’t object, do you?” I was confused. Help me? Help me with WHAT? I tried to say something…anything, but only a choked sound came out. “Well,” the doctor said, “the solution seems pretty simple. Mark, why don’t you go ahead and insert your penis into Alex here so you can commence intercourse. That will grant you the sexual release you’ve been seeking and Alex here can begin receiving the virus that he’s been trying to get. Go ahead, Mark, give him what he’s been asking for.” My head was spinning but I could only moan incoherently at the thought of what was about to happen. Was I just going to let this total stranger deposit his infected fluid deep within my bowels? Dr. Phillips voice brought me back. “Here’s some KY Jelly, Mark. Doctors always have plenty of that on hand.” At that, I felt a large stiff cock push inside me. Mark muttered, “Shit, doc! You don’t know how great this tight hole feels. You sure this guy Alex doesn’t care that I’m gonna flood his guts with my AIDS babies? Is that what you want, Alex? You want me to knock you up?” The doctor replied, “Don’t give it a second thought, Mark! It’s exactly what he wants. He told me so himself!” After Mark shot his first toxic load into me, Dr. Phillips insisted that he repeat the intercourse twice more “for good measure.” On my way out the door on wobbly legs the doctor slipped a small white appointment card into my hand. “I want the two of you to return for office visits until your HIV test comes back positive. Have a great weekend and see you next week!”

I'm so fucking horny, and I need poz cock in my ass. This chapter is dedicated to PartyandBreed. CHAPTER 8: I woke up late the next morning, Mike’s body next to mine fast asleep, and my hand resting on my piss-hard cock. I pull on it a few times, but realize there’s no way my balls are getting any relief with my bladder so full of piss. I pull back the blanket and sheet from my naked body doing my best not to wake Mike – I think he needs the rest after last night. I have no idea know how many loads Mike took last night, but I know he was exhausted driving back. Those thoughts need to wait, though, I need to piss now! I quickly get up, as much as I’d love to hose Mike down, I don’t need to piss in the bed. Standing at the toilet, my cock pulsing, I’m trying, but I can't push it down far enough to go. I try sitting, and still, with the raging stiffness of my cock, no matter how far I push, my bladder simply won't release its golden nectar from this angle. “FUCK!”, I scream out in my head. I get in the shower, and attempt to relax, my cock standing rock hard against my pubes, my balls tight against the base, and ... “ohhhhh… ohhh yea” ... it starts. It feels so nice to relieve the pressure. My balls are aching I’ve had to piss so bad. The hot liquid begins as a dribble, and then grows steadily into ‘Old Faithful’. The strong, hard stream is soon showering my chest, and eventually over my head. The golden stream cascades over my body, covering me in my own special salty, pungent, and dark yellow brew; it smells, but fuck, it feels so good to let it out. I quickly take a shower to rinse, and dry off, then I wish I hadn’t – the thought of my body covered in piss makes my cock return to full mast. I get back into the bedroom, and look at Mike, still fast asleep. “Screw him”, I think, I seriously intend to take care of this swollen prick. I pull open the drawer of the nightstand and grab the bottle of Gun Oil Mike and I usually use to fuck. I think, “This morning it will just have to be me”. I’m just about ready to flog my cock when the doorbell rings. “Who the fuck?”, I wonder. I look at Mike, he’s almost sweet and innocent when he’s sleeping … but, he’s still sleeping. Irritated, I make my way to the living room, not bothering to put anything on, my heavy, hard cock bouncing around violently with each step. When I get to the door and peep out the hole I see Chris and instantly a smiles comes over my face, and precum forms at the tip of my cock. I open the door. "Fuck, it's cold this morning, babe", he says as the door opens, and a blast of chilly air hits my dick like a ton of bricks. I quickly let him, “Are you always so fucking hot!", adding, “You should always answer the door this way”. He cups his cold hands under my balls, "Wow, … whoa dude!", I yelp, as I jump back from his freezing touch, "Watch the boys; they hate the cold!" He grabs my face and pulls me toward him; our lips meet, and Chris’ tongue is instantly in my mouth. His clothes are cold though, and against my naked skin, even though that magical tongue of his is stoking my furnace. I can feel his denim-clad hard cock pressing against me as our kiss lingers. I grab his ass, pull him in closer, and crush my hard-on filled crotch against that pent up poz cock. "Fuck, babe, I’m so fucking horny to breed you right now!", he says, pulling his mouth from mine, and looking me straight in the eyes. The eye contact, punctuated with kisses, says what we’re both thinking; we both want more of his poz cock and cum inside me right now. A small groan escapes me as he pushes me hard against the wall and the kissing continues, his tongue invading my mouth, before I can say or do anything. He lifts my legs and I fall into him, and as he’s cradling me in his arms, he carries me up to my bedroom. Our mouths are locked in a deep French kiss the entire way – our tongues in a battle to the death. As we enter the room I see Chris’ eyes wonder and I turn my head to look – Mike is still fast asleep, “Guess he’s worn out”, Chris says with a grin between kisses. Ignoring Mike he throws me on the bed, and I bounce from the force. I look over at Mike, but so far nothing. "Show me that ass, babe; get those fucking legs in the air, spread your hole for me," Chris roars in his most commanding voice. I pull my legs up and wrap my arms around my knees, exposing my hairless hole to him. He pushes my ass up further in the air with his hands, and his mouth plunges into my asshole, I feel his tongue sinking deep inside me. Right now I couldn’t give one fuck if we wake Mike. “Oh fuck … oh fuck … eat my hole! Oh fuck yea I want it”, “yea", his only response as I’m moaning loudly from the feeling of his tongue darting in and out of my ass. Chris is making me crazy, "Eat my ass Chris; Fuck yea, that's it, fucking me with that tongue!" He is, and the faucet of precum between my legs is leaking all over me. A big dollop drops into my open mouth and I savor it as he continues. Obviously wanting more, he pushes me up further, and his mouth devours my ass like a starving man at a buffet. The shift in my body causes my hard wet cock to fall even more directly over my face, and, with some concerted, long strokes the precum flows right onto my tongue. I’m savoring my cock's emissions, as the clear gooey liquid slides over my tongue and I gulp it down my throat. Part of me wishes this was Mike’s precum I’m eating, but I’m horny, and I’m well and good at eating my own right this moment. Chris’ face is wet and greasy looking when he pulls his mouth off my ass. His tongue wiping his mouth clean in one swipe, as he looks at me lustfully, then smiles. That's when I reach up and grab onto his shirt and pull him into me. Our mouths meet, as do our tongues, and the kiss is passionate, yet masculine; another lover’s kiss. I spread my legs wide, as his clothed body falls into mine. I can feel his weight on my naked frame – his groin pushing into mine. That cock of his humping into me with a simulated fucking motion from his hips, our kiss is still strong, and I’m holding onto him tighter than before – I may be falling for Chris. He jerks his lips from mine and in one quick motion, gets up off my body, and is standing next to the bed. His hands frantically working the buttons of his dark red collared shirt. I reach up, grabbing his belt to assist, and work it out of its buckle. As his shirt opens and his hot chest is exposed, I’m able to see the elastic ribbing of his boxers, I start to salivate and that drives me to continue working on his pants. Finally, he’s standing there, only in those boxer shorts; I smirk at the “It isn’t gonna suck itself” verbiage printed over the front of them. He gives me his best “I’m gonna breed you” eyes and I grab at the tented cloth feeling his hard, thick girth of cock. I pull the boxers from his body, suddenly realizing I need that poz cock more than I knew. He’s hard, and its standing up past his pubes, snaking its way toward his belly button. Chris must be seriously horny for my ass, there’s already a small clear bubble of pre-cum oozing out of the slit. I get a moan from him as I lean forward, and lick it up, wiping my lips with the tip of his cock. With a gentle, but firm push, he pushes me backward, and we both fall to the bed. His naked body now against mine, his positive cock touching my neg cock. “I might be poz now”, my mind starts to wonder and he can see the conflict on my face. “You ok babe … you with me?”, he asks. “I’m good … I was just … I was …”, “Wondering if you were poz…”, another voice quickly interjects, its Mike. We both look at him like we’ve just been caught fucking on his Mom’s “good sofa”. My stern look turns to one of slight worry. “Did I really get infected with HIV?”, I think. Mike doesn’t hold out and grins at the both of us – raising his eyebrows for effect. He then produces the two envelopes from last night’s shenanigans and hands the one with my name on it to me. This is almost killing my moment with Chris but when will ever be the right time? “Find out at the same time?”, he asks. I look at him, still not certain but I nod, “Just open the top flap enough to see the color, don’t show us yet”, he says. We both, as privately as is possible, peel back the top of the envelope. I’m pretty sure neither one of them can see the color of my card – I can’t see Mike’s. Then, just in that second, Mike folds his envelope flap down and simple says, “Ok”, and sets the envelope back down without saying another word. Chris and I just look at him incredulously, with eyes that say, “WELL!?”. He doesn’t say a word and simply gives us both a cryptic smile. I groan and push the flap of my envelope down, sitting my envelope down on my side of the bed without saying a word. Chris is sitting on top of me hot and horny, I want him so much right now, “FUCK!” comes out of my mouth and I kiss him, our tongues immediately in each others mouths. I grind my crotch into him to let him know I’m in the mood to be fucked rather than play games. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his ass, exposing my asshole to his cock, until I could feel the tip of that large, poz cock head pressing against the lips of my asshole. In the matter of just a few seconds we are ignoring Mike again, and those pesky envelopes, and return to the sex at hand. He presses against me slightly, and my body stiffens, as the large girth of his cock finds its way into my body. Honestly, I’m still a little sore from last night, and I know what’s coming. I know the couple of minutes will be a little uncomfortable until it turns into an incredibly hot fuck. I can see Mike watching us, jacking off, but I’m focused on Chris and what he intends to share with me. I hold my breath as the full length of his huge cock penetrates my ass. When he’s completely inside of me, he stays there motionless for a moment, other than his tongue, which is doing its best to touch every spot on the inside of my mouth. With all 8.5 inches of him inside me, precum is now free-flowing from my cock again and its going all over me, him, the bed … everywhere; the fucking has barely started and I’m completely wet. Slowly, his hips begin to stir, and his cock moves slightly. "Oh yea, fuck me Chris! Fucking breed me" I moan, as he pushes and pulls ever so slightly against my ass lips. The discomfort is gone and I begin to gyrate my hips, desperate to get my ass pumped full with another load of that unmedicated cum. I know my status now, at least according to last night’s test, “Chris please fuck me… please”, I moan. I’m ready for him to dump another big load in me before I show either one of them, though. Chris responds to my movements immediately, plunging his mammoth cock deep inside me, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Ahhhhhhhh…..”, causing me to scream out with pain, it hurts, but it hurts so good. Chris’ enormous poz dick is so far up my ass right now, I can nearly feel him pressing against my bladder. “Ahhhhhh…. So good… so fucking good”, he moans. Chris isn’t fooling around, he’s horny, and he intends to give me a hard ride. He’s pumping his hips rapidly up and down in my ass filling me; I can feel his fuck tube, hard and tight, hitting my ring. His heavy balls slap my ass cheeks, and make that skin-on-skin sound with each thrust of his hips. Fuck his balls are huge, just like his cock, and I know they are full of his virus – the same virus he intends to plant in my ass. They hang well below the base of his cock, in a large hair-covered sack, which is swinging wildly now, as his body rocks against mine. “Ohhhhhh fuck … fuck me Chris, breed me … fucking breed me”, we both groan as his big poz dick pummels my asshole. “FUCK!! Give it to me Chris … gimme more of that unmedicated load … fucking poz my hole”, I blurt out. “Fuck yea!”, I hear Mike moaning as he’s jacking off, he’s getting off to our sex. I think Mike has been trying to get me poz for a long while now, and him jacking off, listening to be beg for the bug confirms it. He sticks a finger into his precum and reaches over feeding it to me. An “Mmmmmm” escapes my lips as I lap up his fluids. Chris is such an intent top, you can see it on his face, its as if he’s concentrating on an algebra test. All he can do is pant and try to breathe, as he works up a load to pump from his body into mine. I know Chris is intent on being my gifter, we kind of established that last night. I have no intention of stopping him from fucking me full of his HIV; I’ve become a bug chaser. I feel his cock begin to swell larger, his balls working hard to fill me with a large gushing load of white hot toxic male seed. It’s so hot thinking that Chris and I are not just fucking we are intentionally trying to infect me with HIV; this is clear to us. A few months or so ago I might have been nervous about all of this but Mike convinced me to go bareback with Chris, Mike convinced me to take that first poz load, and Mike convinced me to take loads at his conversion party. When I’m HIV+ Mike will be as responsible for my infection as Chris or anyone else. Here we are like a lot of times before it, Chris fucking my ass, and Chris about to share a load of infected semen with me. I subconsciously mouth the words, “He stopped taking his medication”, as he’s banging my ass, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck! FUCK!! FUCK!!”, I cry out loud as I think about that. “Did…”, I start to speak but cut myself, “…you do that just for me”. “Did what babe?”, I hear Chris. “Just fuck me… fuck me Chris, give me that load”, I speak up so I don’t have to explain all the thoughts bouncing around in my head. My musings haven’t registered with him and I can tell by his groans that the sex is bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Ahhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh… babe….. oh fuck…. So close”, he moans out. One final hard thrust and his cock begins to spew its toxic load deep inside my ass. I can feel the warmth of his sperm coating my insides as he squirts deep. "OH FUCK YEA!!! FUCK!!! FUCKING TAKE IT!!”, Chris screams, as the load pumps into me. I keep grinding my hips into him, wanting him to spray paint every square inch in my rectum with that special spunk. When his hips stop gyrating into me, and he seems spent, I’m going to milk him for every last drop. I love the feeling of his huge cock in me, just resting, knowing he’s dumped his cargo. Even as he’s just laying there, that fat cock motionless inside me, I’m in total bliss. I know Chris just sent another infected load from his body into my accepting body. I’ve become a poz cum receptacle for him. Chris falls on top of me exhausted. My legs are still tightly wrapped around him, and for at least a moment or so, his wet cock remains lodged in me. I wrap my arms around him; and, with one quick jerk, I spin us around, until I’m lying on top of him. His eyes open instantly, as he looks up at me. I push myself up, until I’m on my knees, as I sat on his crotch. My cock is hard and leaking, sticking straight up against my bare pubic bone, as I look down at my sexy gifter. His cock is still wedged in me, but I can feel it shrinking. I pulls myself free from his cock, and lean forward, my precum making a huge mess on this chest. It’s at that moment Mike perks up, “Don’t move babe … time for round two”, he says. Mike hops up and moves so his legs are over Chris’, he intends to breed me, with me hanging over Chris’s body. Mike groans, “Ahhhhhhhhhh… hang … hang… ahhhhhhhhhh … yeah”, and the cock of the other man I love glides easily into my cummy ass. “Ohhhhh fuck yeah”, I moan, ignoring Chris for a moment, even though I know I’m soaking him in precum. I feel four sets of hands on my body, Mike pushing me down and forward a bit, so he can more easily ride me. I kiss Chris and moan against him as Mike starts to ride my ass. “Ahhhhhhhh…. Fuck yeah, … breed me Mike … fucking breed me … fucking …”, I moan but he’s interrupts, “Ahhhhh…. So good … don’t move”. I feel something odd like paper on my back and then he’s holding an envelope in front of my face, “That’s you babe”, but I can’t open it as I’m using both hands to brace myself. “Chris … please”, I groan. Chris grabs the envelope from Mike. Mike’s fucking motions have almost stopped, he’s all the way in though, and I can feel his cock throbbing. Chris opens the envelope, looks at it, and then pulls out a blue card holding it up for me. The card reads, “NEG” in big, white letters. I’m not entirely surprised, but my only response is a meager, “k”. My mind wonders and now I want to know what’s on Mike’s card. I squeeze down on hiss cock to remind him I’m still impaled on his dick and I still expect to be bred. Mike holds another envelope in front of my face ... “Mine”, he says, “He’s such a drama queen sometimes”, I think. He holds completely still, opening the envelope. He hands the card to Chris, and pulls out, and pushes back into me hard. I still can’t see the card, but Mike wasted no time in returning his focus to my ass. Then Chris let’s out a, “Fuck yea!” and slowly turns the card around to show me, its red and reads, “HIV+”. I wrap my hand around my hard cock, and stroke more of my leaking pre-cum from my shaft onto Chris’ chest. It’s oozing from the slit, and mixing with the hairs on his chest. Chris is now watching me intently as Mike picks up the pace. I tighten up my ass muscles to resist some until the head plunges all the way into my asshole. He pulls back and gives several quick, hard pumps and I jump as pushes hard and the head of his now poz cock is completely swallowed into my dark warm hole. “FUCK!”, I moan, “FUCKING breed me Mike!”. I know Mike gets fucked a lot, and probably took loads from everyone last night, but I also know he loves hot verbal and my begging is definitely working. Mike wanted to be infected, and now he is; and now he’s trying to give it to me. Good luck to him … I think Chris has already punched that ticket for me, but that shouldn’t stop me from goading Mike into a wild fuck. “I want it Mike … I want this … I want it so bad … fuck me”, I moan into Chris’ face as he’s leaning up to kiss me. “Fuck yea … pozzing my first hole”, I don't want to move around too much, I just want him to go for it and breed me deep. My asshole relaxes around the his cock as he’s pounding me. Mike pulls almost all the way out, fucking me with short, rough jabs, then his cock sinks deeper into my asshole, until my pelvic bone is nearly shoved up tight up against Chris’ face. Mike's cock is rock hard, filled with poz blood, I know very soon I’m getting my second load of unmedicated poz sperm this morning. I’m so fucking horned up from Chris, and now Mike, working me over that my cock and my mouth are drooling. Chris leans up to me and some of my drool literally goes right into his mouth. “Ahhhhhhh… ahhhhhh… fuck I love that ass babe”, Mike moans, as Chris and I start kissing again. Chris’ hands move from my chest to my hips and his grip helps my legs tighten up and keep me stable as Mike lays into me hard and heavy. I know Mike is intent on trying to poz me, so I reach back, pulling him deeper into me. I want his load, I know I’m ready for a serious breeding, and I want to be sure he knows it too. “Do it Mike … fucking nail me … fucking knock me up”, I start speaking directly into Chris’ open mouth. Mike grabs my hips and the pace of the fucking picks up. I look at Chris’ sexy face, with his brown hair, Mike is pumping my ass up and down. My cock is all over the place between Chris’ nipples … my precum is slinging out all over the place in small threads as my asshole puts a death grip on Mike’s poz fuck stick. Mike begins to moan out loudly ... "OH FUCK YEA! FUCK! OH FUCK ! HARD! JUST FUCKING LOVE THAT ASS KEVIN, FUCKIN’ LOVE THIS!!!" He goes on and on, as his cock violates my insides. Part of me feels like I’m riding his cock almost like a cowboy from Texas riding a wild bull. I plant my hands further into the bed, and push my ass back against his cock, causing our fuck to be even harder; all while trying to kiss Chris. At one point, I think my bed is going to collapse, we’re bouncing on it so hard. Mike moves his hands down, and is pushing his body up to mine, he’s fucking his cock down into my ass. Mike is jackhammering me, trying to get his seed in as deep as he can. We fuck like that for a while with him fucking me hard like the fucking pig sluts that we were. I haven’t even cum once; I'm not even sure if Mike cares, but my cock is rock hard, as he’s plunges in and out of my stretched hole over and over. I move my face into Chris’ neck, my ass high in the air waiting and wanting his poz load as he rides that hole. "Oh Fuck, baby; OH FUCK! I’m going to cum ... HARD!!", he says lashing out at my back, and I do my best to grip his cock tighter with my ass. I move my face into a kiss with Chris and his hands find my the steel girder between my legs. That last bit triggers something in both of us, because we begin to buck like animals, pounding away on each other, his cock slamming into his ass, hitting faster and deeper. “UHhhhhhhhhh…… uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. “, I hear him, his orgasm coming fast. Then it happens, his cock begins to pump massive loads of freshly infected HIV+ jizz into my wet, well-fucked hole. It’s fucking wild; I can feel his balls tighten up as they pump, spewing huge globs of cum. Its amazing that Mike literally just found out he’s HIV+, and now the first poz load he spills is being jettisoned from his cock slit, deep into the darkness of my body. I swear if Mike cums any harder I’m going to taste his jizz. “Ahhhhhhhhhh……Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Oh fuck”, I’m screaming, my knotting up like a dogs, filled with my babies, until I’m ready to explode with force. The first shot of my cum rockets over Chris’ head splattering against the headboard and wall behind us. It hits hard, with enough force to hear it, and immediately begins to stream down toward the floor. My second and third shots land on Chris’ face, mouth and chest, causing my spunk to puddle in large amounts on his body. It seems like a lot, but I know from experience my balls have a lot more cum to produce, especially with me still being impaled on Mike’s dick. Thinking that my cock is going to start spewing cum all over the sheets, I grab my erupting cock, and aim the rest towards Chris’ mouth. He gets it and instantly, his mouth and lips are covered in my hot, white, and creamy load; which he licks and swallows down greedily, not realizing that the torrent of liquid from my balls isn't going to end soon. As my cock continues to lose its load, we all grip each other in the throws of the orgasms. I know Chris’ stomach is drowning in my boys and my ass is drowning in sperm from both of them, even though Mike’s seed might be more potent at the moment. Finally, when the orgasms pass, we all collapse, side by side, naked. Our soft cocks are lying on top of our stomachs and we’re drenched in sweat, drained, and exhausted. I’m trying desperately to catch my breath. "Fuck that was so hot”, I hear Mike as he looks over into my eyes. I can’t wait for them to fuck me again.

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two loads last night at the baseball house party.... think it was just two

***First off, this is total fiction, but I was inspired by something that happened to me a few years ago -before I was chasing. Now I wish this is how it had gone down.*** That day was a day like any other, woke up horny as hell. Only this time I didn't have to work and I was going to do something about my hunger. I got onto a few sites and weeded through profiles, until I finally managed to connect with a guy who needed a hot ass to fuck. Done! He was over in less than 30 minutes, and I was ready for him, face down-ass up on the bed. I heard him fumbling with his clothes and then that damned crinkling sound of a fucking condom. UGH! I wished then that I had lubed my ass with Vaseline so it could shred that fucker up, but it was too late for that. I just gritted my teeth and prepared myself for that rubber burn. I just hoped (for a change) that he wasn't too hung, that should make the burning rubber a little easier on my insides. It wasn't totally awful, and if he wasn't wrapped up, that is a dick I could spend hours on end with. But I had to get him to use a ton of lube just to keep me from feeling the condom. Eventually he got tired of pounding me doggie style, so he lay down on the bed and had me climb on top. I rode him good, determined to get him off and then get back online to find a guy who would give me some loads. When he was just about to cum he shoved me really hard off of him, and he was left panting with his dick firm and throbbing in the air. "What the fuck?" I howled. "I didn't want to cum in you," he replied, gulping in deep breaths. "Why? You've got a condom on," I complained. "I just . . . couldn't." He hadn't actually blown his load, so I climbed back on and started riding him again, only this time he didn't seem as into it -for some reason I got the feeling he was still worried about cumming. I don't get it. And after a few minutes he did it again, leaving my hole literally gaping open and starved. "Dude, what is the problem?" I asked. He finally blurted out, "I've got HIV! AIDS! Dammit, I can't take the chance of cumming inside anyone even with protection." Fuck this, I told myself. Faster than he could even register what was happening, I tore that condom off of him and dropped my ass down, raw and balls-deep. He was protesting and trying to get me off of him, but I locked my thighs onto him and rode like I was on a mechanical bull who was trying to buck me off. "Give me that fuckin' load!" I demanded. His eyes grew so big, he thought I was crazy for sure. "Are you insane? You can't-" "Give me your fucking AIDS!" I yelled at him. He was still pushing on me to get off, but I was riding him hard and his dick was still steel hard and buried totally up inside me. I think on some level he was loving being inside me the way nature intended, at least his rock hard dick was thrilled about it. We literally struggled and fought for at least five minutes, and despite him being significantly bigger than me, I had desperation and hunger on my side. And I won! Finally he stopped struggling and only a minute later he grunted and I felt that beautiful dick spewing toxic seed deep into me. Aah, relief. I stayed on top of him, not letting him out of my ass, determined to take every single drop his balls had to expel. Eventually he opened his eyes and stared me down. "Why would you do that?" Such a sweet guy, he was actually concerned about me. I grinned at him, determined to lighten his mood. "Hey, poz guys need to cum, too." "Yes, with condoms," he asserted, almost scolding me for being so irresponsible. "Hell NO," I retorted. "The fact that you have a viral load means you shouldn't ever have to touch another condom in your whole life. Your seed was made to be spread." "Yes, but you-" "-would have asked if I was really concerned about it. And if you'd told me up front, I would have insisted we go bare from the start," I assured him. "I still don't understand why," he mumbled. "Because you've been given the freedom to fuck and not worry about it anymore. It is the responsibility of the guy on the receiving end. If he's concerned about catching something, he should ask ahead of time, he should demand condoms, and he should probably find a safer way to get fucked than anonymous hook-ups." He was silent for several minutes, clearly pondering what I'd told him. But I did notice that his dick never softened inside my ass, not even a little bit. Eventually I felt his hands on my hips and he began to buck up into me. It appeared that I had done a little reverse on him and changed him into a gifter, and now he was turned on by the idea of delivering his toxic load into me. He looked deep into my eyes and grinned. "So, you want this fucking AIDS seed?"

I met a guy on BBRT last week who was very much a top and who had some videos I recognized from X tube. He was my type of guy, late 40's, about my height (5'7"), and about 150. In his videos he always has his bottoms suck on his nice thick 7.5" cock while moaning for a long time before he breeds them. I didn't think he would be interested, but he responded back right away and we set up a date for Saturday. He arrived a little late, but I wasn't complaining. We immediately went upstairs where he set up his computer and lighting and stripped. I sucked on him for about an hour before I begged him to fuck me. He repositioned the computer, lubed me up with Vaseline and shoved his thick cock right in. It hurt a lot, but I powered through the pain with the help of some poppers. After about five minutes during which I was bent over the side of the bed, he had me get on all fours in doggy position and began thrusting deep inside me. I held onto the bed and tried meeting his rhythm as I moaned in both pleasure and pain. After a few minutes he grabbed onto my waist, plunged in super deep, roared and loaded my hole. I hope to see him again.

So far... this weekend was a huge success. Got 10 loads Saturday night... 4 loads this morning... and 5 more just now. My ass is sore as fuck. But I'm craving more cock. Haven't turned away a single cock. ?

This is how I like ass to be (covered in poz cum)

both, but i can't fucking stand the assless underwear or jock straps. the male ass is the most beautiful thing on the planet. i want an unobstructed view of a bottom's ass when i'm fucking it.

I felt bad after raping my boy Friday when I got home so I gave him a long loving fuck session this morning. Once I blasted my load into his gut's I let him rim my hole and then sink balls deep and give me a hot load balls deep as we swapped spit.

Truvada doesn't so much prevent HIV from *entering* cells so much as it prevents it from multiplying once it gets there. In simple terms - in order for HIV to infect you, it has to get into your T cells, hijack the cell's DNA, and tell it to start making new copies of the virus. Eventually the cell dies and releases a whole bunch of new viruses out into your body to find other cells to infect, starting the cycle over again. Every drug we use to fight HIV works by interrupting this life cycle at some point. Some drugs prevent HIV from getting into the cell in the first place. Many prevent it from hijacking the cell's DNA. Others prevent it from being able to manufacture new copies of itself. Truvada is a combination of two drugs that both prevent the DNA hijacking step. These drugs were considered the best choice for PrEP because of a combination of being relatively lower in side effects and only needing one dose a day. Also, there are fewer strains of HIV circulating that are resistant to these drugs. So when you're on PrEP, taking it daily as instructed, and you get bred with a viral load of cum, the virus tries to take over your cells but can't, because they are already saturated with drugs that prevent the DNA hijacking step from happening. This is different from using Truvada for NPEP (the post-exposure HIV prevention meds) because in that case, you don't have any HIV drugs onboard when you take the poz load. Because of that, you need a drug that will interrupt the life cycle of the virus in another place, to give your body a chance to contain the infection. Usually this is a drug that prevents the virus from entering new cells (Isentress or Tivicay are the most common choices). That is why you have to start NPEP within 72 hours of getting bred, because after that the infection has likely spread too far for the drugs to contain it.

I guess Sex Ed courses don't cover this.

I swear this is true... as I was writing it I realized it sounded like something for the fiction page, but this really happened to me this afternoon. Went to the ABS, cleaned out, in my new jockstrap, and ready to get fucked. When I got there not much was happening, but I was determined to wait it out until I got some action. I didn't notice when this one tall, stocky black guy came in, but when he saw me move toward a booth he jumped into the one next to it. I got down next to the glory hole and he fed his soft cock through. Even soft it was large, and it only took a minute or so of sucking on it for it to grow to this massive size. And I mean MASSIVE: easily 10 or 11 inches long and THICK. I could barely get my mouth around it, and it filled the entire glory hole. He kept pushing and pulling it in and out of the glory hole, and I realized he was inviting me to back up on it. I thought, oh shit, here we go! This was going to be my first fuck of the day. With only spit as lube, I pushed my hole against his enormous knob, and when it popped through my hole I had to immediately pull off, there was such a searing pain. I went back to sucking on it until the pain subsided, then tried again, this time I was looser and managed to back up several inches on to it. He slowly fucked me through the hole, then pulled out and motioned for me to come join him. I went into his booth and we started again, this time I was able to take more and more of him until he was all the way in. I held onto the bench and took deep breaths as he pistoned that massive cock in and out of my fuckhole. After what seemed like eternity, he grunted loudly and pushed himself all the way in, throbbing as he unloaded into my ass. I cleaned off his softening cock with my mouth, tasting my ass and cum on it. He zipped up and left, I staggered out of the booth behind him. Another guy was standing there, he had been watching us through the glory hole and he was waiting for me. He said, did you really take all of that cock? I said yeah... then he pulled his out right there in the hallway. It was also big, not as big as the first guy but sizable, about eight inches. I immediately dropped to my knees and started sucking him off, after a minute he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a booth. When he slid his cock into my ass, lubed with the previous cumload, I was warmed up for him. We tried a couple different positions, and he shot his load quickly. This time I sat there for a few minutes recovering, trying to hold both loads in my ass. The bottom of my jockstrap pouch was wet with cum. When I left the booth again, (and I swear this is true), there was ANOTHER guy waiting for me. Where the other two guys were older and kind of stocky, this guy was young and built, obviously an athlete of some sort. I turned around and went back into the booth and he followed me. As I was stripping down to my jockstrap again, I saw him pull out a little foil packet. I thought, shit, he wants to use a condom when he fucks me. I got down to suck on his cock, and once again it was HUGE. Not as big as the first guy, but bigger then the second. Except: he had already put the condom on. I HATE sucking on dicks wearing condoms. I mean, I hate condoms period, but I especially hate assholes who wear them while getting blowjobs. But this guy was so built and so hot, I figured I'd suffer through it as long as I could enjoy rubbing on his six pack abs and hard chest. As I was sucking on it, I surreptitiously bit the end of the condom, hoping to bite a hole in it. He started feeling my hole, which I had clenched up again to keep the two previous loads in, so I turned around to see if he wanted to fuck me. Sure enough, with the condom on he pushed his way into my ass. He went to town, pounding my hole roughly, then suddenly stopped and pulled out. He ripped off the condom, quickly zipped up, and ran out of the booth. I felt my hole and it was really wet with cum, but at first I thought it was the two previous loads he had fucked out of me. Then I picked up the condom where he had dropped it... and saw where it had ripped at the end. I tucked it into the wrapper and brought it home to take a picture (attached). I stayed for a while longer. I did something that I had seen other guys do but had never felt like doing it myself until then... I went to one of the middle booths and stripped down to just my jockstrap and left the door open. I serviced cocks through both gloryholes and several guys who invited themselves in... when I finally left after almost 5 hours I had gotten one more load in my ass and many loads down my throat.

That image throws me completely and momentarily my mind forgets the pain raging around my hole. “Oh fuck!” I cry out as my mind zones back in. He’s stretching me more than I think is possible as it hurts sooo bad. Every short stroke hurt as more of that fat slab of meat slides in, but I wanted his dick and toxic cum so badly I was willing to put up with the pain. Scott senses this and leans down next to my ear “I know it hurts, but it’s the only way to open you up to our virus. It will feel good soon and soon our Poz cum will be flowing into you knocking you up for your man” And then goes back to our sofa, sits down watching every action as he slowly wanks his gorgeous long dick. He’s right, my hole feels wet to me and with less friction the pain is slowly easing and is being replaced by intense pleasure and certainly a fullness that I cannot justly describe. "I'm all the way in now…bet you can feel the girth of my fat cock in you” he sniggers “And now to breed you. I won’t last long, you’re so tight, and your ass spasms and keeps gripping my dick." Adam picks up his speed jabbing hard with some long deep thrusts and quick short jabs, changes to an awkward angle and rams in hard "Okay bud, I'm getting really close now, you ready for my Poz cum, you ready to be bred?" "Yes, fuck yes! Give me your dirty seed. Fuck it into me." Is my response. Adam groans loudly. "Oh fuck, here it cums, I'm breeding you NOW!" My legs can’t stop shaking and with that he shoves hard and holds it, cock swelling and twitching. I feel his big mushroom head spew hot semen in my sphincter as a hot tidal wave fills my ass as he ejaculates deep in me, thrusting, moaning, injecting his death seed deep in my guts as he collapses over me and bites down hard on my neck. “Marking you with my strain…welCUM to the brotherhood…say goodbye to Negboy” I go slack under him, accepting his Gift into my body as his dick keeps spewing more HIV laden cum into my surely ripped and torn bowels with each thrust pushing all of the deadly sperm deep in my guts to do its duty. Scott gets up off our couch leaps over to Adam to kiss him deeply, while he’s thrusting his spent dick into me for what seems like an eternity as they make out. When they stop to breathe, Adam rips his cock out of my cunt. I’m caught by surprise, still breathing heavily in pain but blissed out. Surprisingly, as I reach around to feel for damage to my hole, very little cum has come out. Adam stands in front of me, “Clean it, you know you want to, taste yourself.” He must have a sixth sense as I love to suck cock right out of someone’s ass and that makes me super horny. He grabs my head and pulls me to his cock. The one that might just have knocked me up. I slurp and suck eagerly tasting ass juice, cum and blood. I am not naïve, that metallic taste is of course my blood and it’s strong or is it just my imagination that I can taste the virus in his cum too, a bitter taste different to mine and Jons. Scott is heavily leaking precum out of his cock as he lines up with my boyhole, “Ummm nice puffy lips to embrace my cock” Carefully dipping in just a little and rubbing around my ring again I moan around the thick cock lodged in my mouth as Scott slowly and carefully starts pushing his cock in all 9 inches’ eases in to my slippery coated hole until I feel his ball sack resting on my bent over ass. But before he starts pounding my hole Adam pulls his cock from my aching jaw and announces he has to go to take a PT session. Climbing into his clothes he bends down to kiss me deeply, “ummm you taste good, see you later” then goes to his husband, I hear them kissing, then a slap followed by, “do your duty bud but don’t wear him out, I’ll be back in about 90 minutes.” However, before we resume my conversion I ask, “Can we change positions, I want to watch as you knock me up?” “Hell yes!” is the reply I wriggle round on to my back to ease my aching arched back. He pulls me down the chair a bit for better access, pushes my legs up, teases my hole with the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum on my puffy abused hole and gives me a quizzical look. I nod as he slowly pushes his cock through my ring, taking time for me to savour the experience until all 9 inches of his cock bottom out as I feel his ball sack rub against my ass crack. He kissed me and says. “You know I’m poz like Adam and shooting dirty loads,” “I’m more sure than I’ve ever been that this is what I want, I want it so bad. Please give me your dirty load", I say. This is a gentler fuck with long slow strokes with his magnificent cock almost fully withdrawn on the out stroke with his mushroom head pulling back on my anal ring before pushing in deep broken only by long deep kissing and tweaks of my nipples. I sigh and moan in ecstasy on each in stroke as my prostate gets massaged and poked producing a stream of clear liquid from my piss slit and occasionally some milky cum too as the pressure builds and my need to shoot strengthens with every caress on my precious erogenous zone. And then it happens. Without warning, a slight tingle in my balls as my cock explodes, 4 , 5 shots whizz past my ear, one hits me on my cheek and the other pulses spew out on to my chest and abs. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I stopped cumming, “Oh yeah, that’s it. Your sphincter’s really gripping my cock tight when you cum....I’m getting close. You want my load?” With that he starts hammering home, my hole is so ready for his load. I study his face and watch for ‘that look’ on his face that says ‘I am going to cum’. “Fuck, it’s so hot knowing you want it so bad.” Three more hard hammers and he screams “I’m cumming so fucking hard in your ass right now,” he says nearly breathless and panting with excitement as we lock eyes…we are face to face making out “Yes, cum in my ass,” I’m saying, “fill me with that toxic load, give me your gift. It’s what I’ve needed for so long,” I beg. And with that he’s pumping his full balls inside me. He collapses on top of me breathing heavily, sweating. We are so “together” I feel his heart beat on my chest as his cock still is pumping away in my hole. I truly hope his is the Poz load that is lethal to my system and tighten up my abused hole on his cock, hoping to squeeze out every drop of toxic cum I am becoming addicted to. “Keep that up and I’ll be up for round 2” Scott says. I’m too blissed out to worry and let my head roll back in time to watch my neighbour, who long since must have given up on ironing, cum all over their living room window. We smile at one another and he moves off to close the curtains.

I never thought I'd be the guy who takes random guys' bare cocks and their cum. I thought I'd be a safe sex, monogamous bottom forever. Not so much. LOL. I met Justin on a4a. I was actually looking for guys to go on dates with and he was a negative top who didn't have anything picked when it came to safe sex/anything goes. He was sexy, 5'10", brown, brown, and had a slim body. He also had a 7.5" fat cock. We chatted on a4a and he seemed pretty cool and smart. We set up a date and met up for dinner and drinks. We really hit it off and we went for another drink after dinner. I was feeling the booze and didn't eat much at dinner, so when we got to talking about sex I told him he could fuck me bareback if he wanted. He said fuck yeah he wanted to fuck me bareback. We left the bar, went to my place and he fucked me bareback and came in my ass. Justin and I didn't work out as boyfriends because he drank and partied too much for me, but we did fuck a lot. He became my first real fuck buddy. He'd come over and I'd ride his cock, he'd fuck me on my back, doggie, bent over a table, every way possible. I liked being on my back the most with Justin because when he fucked me you could see his flat stomach flex it's abs. It was so hot to watch him fuck me. We stopped seeing each other as fuck buddies once he got a boyfriend, but we remained friends. I dated and fucked around, still looking for that elusive hot top boyfriend, and Justin always asked about my sex life when we'd hang out together. He loved hearing about me taking loads from guys I met at bars and online. I told him everything. Justin and his boyfriend lasted about a year. As soon as they broke up, he was over at my place riding my ass and breeding me. We were in bed after a hot fuck and he asked if I had any fantasies. I told him that I wanted to get fucked bareback in public and have the guys around know I was getting fucked bareback. He said "That's hot, especially since you are so preppy and clean cut that most guys would probably be shocked to know what a cum dump you are." We got so turned on that he turned me face down and slid his hard cock inside me again and fucked me. A few weeks later, I ran into Justin at a bar in his neighborhood while I was out with a few guys I knew (but not well). These guys and I had all just been at a mutual friend's party and had some drinks, so we were feeling good. Justin was drunk, but not sloppy yet. As we all hung out and drank the guys were all hitting on me and Justin and buying us drinks. We were having a good time and when the bar closed we decided to go to another, sleazier bar up the street. Justin loves this place. It's pretty big upstairs, three bars and there is a sex room downstairs. I'd only been down there once and only to see what it was like. It's the kind of sex room where you have to take your shirt off to get inside but it's clean and just feels like a sterile bathroom when you are in it. By this time, it's pretty late and since this bar is one of the only ones still open it is getting a decent crowd. Justin and I are making out by this point and his hands are all over my ass and down the back of my pants. The other guys we are with can see all of this and one of them, Rob, said, "I knew you were a bottom. You're so hot. I really want to get my cock in you." "Maybe another time," I replied, explaining "I'm going home with Justin tonight." We all danced and drank a round or two of shots. Justin said, "Let's go downstairs. You rubbing your ass on my cock has me really horny." I hesitated. Justin said, "Come on. We can play out your fantasy." I immediately got hard. I asked if he was sure and he just took my hand and down the stairs we went. I took off my polo and Justin took off his tee shirt at the door to the room. As soon as we got in the room, I opened his jeans and took out his hot cock(no underwear and he was wearing a cock ring). He pushed me against the wall and we made out and I stroked his cock. He pushed me to my knees and I sucked his cock. He loves blowing loads in my mouth, but tonight he was going to fuck me and I needed to get him pretty wet. I was sucking him and we started to get a small group of guys watching us. Some older, some chubbier, some hot; but all watching me suck Justin's hot cock. Justin pulled me up and turned me around. I undid my jeans and slid them off my ass showing off my jock strap. (There are condoms and lube packets all over this bar). Justin opened a lube packet and lubed his cock and my asshole. I heard one of the guys say, "I think they are going to fuck bareback." Justin said, "If he wants to, we can." I reached back and slipped his cock in my ass. I winced and had to get used to it, but I was ready for his fuck pretty quickly. Justin asked if I liked his cock. I moaned that I did. He said, "You like getting fucked bareback don't you?" "Yeah," I replied. Justin repeated his question to me several times, insisting I repeat myself, and expressly say much I liked getting bare cock in my ass. The guys watching us were getting really turned on. I couldn't see them all, but I could see that a few were stoking their cocks and others were starting to make out. Justin fucked me against the wall like that for a while. He stopped and told me to take off my jeans so he could spread my legs more. I was nervous about this but I did it. I was now in my jockstrap and Converse shoes. I leaned back against the wall and spread my legs. Justin slid his cock back in my ass and started pounding my ass. He made me say again that I loved getting fucked bareback. Then Justin said, "I'm going to cum in you bitch." I said, "Please cum in my ass. Don't pull out." He rammed his cock home inside me and groaned filling me up with his cum. I hadn't cum yet and was really horny. Rob, one of the guys we'd been hanging out with all night, came up and said "That was fucking hot. Can I fuck him too?" Justin said, "Sure. I don't own him." Justin slipped his cock out of me, made sure I was cool with it, and stood next to me and kissed me. I made out with Justin as Rob ran his cock over my ass crack. He opened a lube packet and spread the lube on his cock. He said, "Since I know how much you like getting fucked bareback I guess I don't need a condom." "No, you don't," I replied as his cock slipped in my ass. Now, his cock wasn't as thick or long as Justin's but still it felt good, especially as while Rob was fucking me, Justin and another bystander began making out, which made the experience all the more of a turn-on. Rob pushed me over some and pulled my ass out more and started pulling his cock all the way out and slamming it back in. I was loving it and moaning. Rob started speeding up and he said, "You want my cum, don't you?" "Yes," I replied, but like Justin, Rob insisted I repeat my 'yes' several times, so I did, over and over, louder each time, and by the Rob shot his load in my ass I was all but shouting. Then he unceremoniously withdrew. I still hadn't cum, but I was loved getting fucked. I looked around hoping to see Justin but instead saw another guy, probably in his late 40s. He had stepped behind me, and had positioned his cock at my hole. I didn't know him, but that didn't matter. Rather I compulsively I pushed back on his cock and the head popped in. I knew he was in me bareback. He just started fucking me, grunting as he did "You're one fuckin' hot slut - my cock loves your hole." Then he leaned forward, pulled my face to the side, and kissed me, sliding his tongue as deep into my mouth as we could manage. I sucked on his tongue, thinking of it as a very muscular cock as he kept fucking my ass. I found myself moaning into his mouth as he paused and muttered "I'm going to cum." "Blow inside my ass," I replied. Slapping my ass cheeks, he did just that, giving me every drop of his load. A bystander asked if we knew each other, and the top replied as he withdrew from my ass "No, but thanks, slut. That was good." Another guy stepped up and his bare cock slipped inside my ass. He came in me too. Then another cock and another cock. Then I heard a familiar voice. I looked back and it was one of the summer interns from the firm. He said, "Fucking hot ass man. I wanted to fuck you all last summer. Now you're going to take my poz cock." I don't even remember this intern's name, but he slipped his bare poz cock in my cum filled ass and fucked me silly. This guy was really hot and he really knew how to fuck. He must've fucked me for 20 minutes. It was starting to hurt a bit and he reached around and started jerking my cock. He said, "For such a slutty bottom you have a great fat cock." He jerked me and fucked me. Just as he was cumming in my ass, Justin showed up and asked if I was okay. As the intern semi-collapsed on my back, his sweaty chest leaving me soaked, I replied "Yeah, I'm absolutely fine." Justin got on his knees and started giving me head. I blew my load with the intern's cock still inside me. He said, "Holy crap you just totally worked my cock when you came." He asked if I wanted another load from him. I said sure and he fucked me pretty fast and gave me another load. Justin then pulled me off his cock, turned me around and kissed me. "Did you get what you wanted? Was the experience as hot as your fantasy?" Justin asked. "If possible, it was even more so," I replied. Then Justin and I dressed and left, taking the intern in tow, the three of us going back to my place. The three of us fucked all night and most of the next day, eventually passing out in my bed. It was a really hot night. I really am a cumdump now. I love it. The end.

This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. ************************************************************* This is a fantasy, it hasn’t happened…..Yet. It was a lively night in town, with lots of good looking big furry men in for the weekend. I’m a fairly shy individual around new people and find it difficult to engage, so in turn I get little action. On this night I decided to enjoy myself, let loose and drink copious amounts of beer. After some time I was probably getting a bit flirtatious, only to spot a handsome Daddy Bear, dressed in leather, sporting yellow and hunter green hankies in his left back pocket. I watched him drink his beer and I was imagining drinking HIS fresh from the tap, at least inwardly, if not outwardly smiling at the prospects of his beer piss. In any event, apparently I was none too discrete in staring at him, because he glanced over at me with a look that was almost agitated, but still he motioned for me to come over to him. "What is it you want, boy?" he grunted. "Well, I was looking across the bar and I saw you and found you hot, and...," but before I could finish an apparently unending sentence, Daddy took my jaw in his grasp and repeated his question. "What is it you want, boy?" "Well, I saw your yellow and green hankies and...." Again I failed to satisfy him because again Daddy silenced me, this time covering my yapping mouth with his leather-gloved hand, but this time his question was thoughtfully more succinct. "So, you are a piss loving Daddy's boy?" At this point Daddy removed his hand from my mouth and lifted my head up so I had no choice but to gaze into his black eyes. "Yes, sir," I replied. I was learning. With that he drew my head firmly against his chest and whispered "You don’t have to address me as 'Sir', boy. I know you want to call me Daddy, and by the way, Daddy needs a boy like you." Then continuing, but now in an even quieter whisper "You like to get fucked bareback, don't you, boy?” "Yes, Daddy," I responded, my reply quiet yet with an excited squeal. "Good. That’s the way Daddy likes to fuck. Oh, and tell me one more thing. Are you poz or neg?" "I’m neg, Daddy." “Daddy is poz, boy. Do you still want to be Daddy's boy?" Apparently the beer had gone to my head because, without missing a beat I replied "Yes, absolutely yes, Daddy." Then, pulling me even more tightly against his chest, Daddy whispered "Oh, just in case you want to know, Daddy wants to poz you, boy, and make you mine. I wanna make you my poz son.” With that, Daddy brushed his 'stache across my lips, and then added "You’re such a shy boy and you really want to be Daddy’s piglet, don’t you, boy? You want Daddy to show you how to be a good pig boy. You want to be bred by your Daddy and become Daddy’s very own poz boy. Tell Daddy. You want all that, don’t you boy?” "Yes, Daddy," I replied, thinking to myself 'More than anything I want to serve and please Daddy, and for the rest of my life be Daddy's poz son'. Apparently, however, my simple affirmation was enough for Daddy as he replied "Gooooood boy. Come to the bathroom with Daddy." Taking me by the hand, Daddy led me to the restoom, where there were no urinals, only a piss trough. Daddy was no novice to the situation, however. He pushed me to my knees, pulled his fat, uncut dick out of his trousers, a smile hovering on his lips, and commanded "Drink all of Daddy's beer piss." A few guys watched on as I drank it all down another bear approached and asked DADDY if he could use DADDY’s urinal… Man at urinal : Can I use your urinal? Daddy: Fuck yeah.. go ahead.. I’m teaching my boy how to be a good pig.. DADDY looked down at me) “drink every drop of the strangers piss.. and get used to it boy.. DADDY’s gonna make you do this a lot.” After I finished the mans piss the only toilet behind a closed door opened up and DADDY grabbed it as two men made their way out.. Daddy: Get your butt in there boy: (I quickly complied. He closed the door behind us… I was faced to the toilet.. there was a mirror over it and I could see his handsome intent face looking back at me in the reflection) Daddy: “DADDY’s got rules about fucking his neg boy raw, One, you have to ask for DADDY’s POZ cum.. Two, you have to obey me, no talking back, Three, once my POZ seed enters you, you become mine for life and you’ll be with me and obey me till you die.. You may always call me DADDY but this is a time when Sir is appropriate, understood pig? boy: Yes Sir. Daddy: Good boy.. now .. what do you want? boy: I want DADDY to fuck me . Daddy: and what else do you want? boy: I want DADDY’s POZ cum.. Daddy: and what will that make you? boy: DADDY’s POZ pig boy. Daddy: Fuck yeah boy… (HE spits on his dick and thrust his cock into me which hurts like hell.. but soon I was in fucking pig heaven.) “You like DADDY’s POZ cock in you boy? boy: Yes DADDY I love DADDY’s big POZ cock in me. Make me yours DADDY, make me your son.. your POZ son. Daddy: Yeah son, I’m the reason for your life and death from here on out. boy: OOOOOOh fuck yeaaaah.. own me DADDY, my life is yours. Daddy: Oh yeah son, you got that right my submissive little bitch, sweet, smart and stupid at the same time.. just what I like , I’m gonna love taking advantage of you, cherishing you and twisting you. .. oh fuck yeah.. are you DADDY’s stupid boy? boy: oh Yeaaahhh DADDY. POZ my stupid ass.. give me your knowledge and pain. Show me your POZ life. Make me your poz pig boy. Daddy: Fuck yeah stupid pig, DADDY’s getting close .. gonna give you my love and pain boy…. Fucking ask me to kill you with my cock boy… don’t argue bitch boy just fucking do it. . boy: oh fuck yeah DADDY, kill me with your cock. Yeah..kill me with your cock Daddy I want DADDY’s POZ cum.. Daddy: ahhhhhhh fuck I’m shooting my death seed in you boy Ahhhhhhhhgg, take that aids seed whore boy.. fuck.. you’re my POZ boy son.. my sick fucking POZ boy. .. fuck yeah take care of those Aids babies Daddy’s pumping you full pusssy boy… your pregnant with your Daddy boy.. shoot that neg cum out of your boy cock. Your mine now. boy: (head spinning from the bonding that just happened ( ahhhhh Daddy.. I’m yours, I’m yours Daddy. Thank you Daddy. Thank you for your poz cum Daddy aahhhhhhhgg ahhhhg) Daddy takes me home and never lets me go.

This is all just fiction never really happened.Just a huge fantasy of mine. Also i know i have really bad grammar and spelling. part 1 Nick was a pretty nice fun shy guy but was also had a bit a pervy side. So he would go on sex sites and talk to other guys about these fetishes that he has and listened to what they would do to him and leed them on with no real intention of going thru with it just to get off. Well there was one guy John who he talked to regularly on bbrt about hooking up at a hotel and being bound and fucked. Well time went on and eventually just talking about it wasnt cutting it anymore he needed the real thing so he messaged John and told him that he wanted to meet up and finally do it. But that he was nervous about it so it would prefer it if he brought a condom. John agreed saying he already has one in his pocket ready to go! John told him that he got a hotel room and where it was. Nicks heart was pounding he took a shower put on a jock some basket ball shorts and a tank top. When he arrived he sat in the parking lot for about 10 min wondering if he should just make an excuse and leave. But he thought about the what was going to happen and decided to just go and do it. So he headed up to the hotel room knocked on the door and john answered wearing noting but a towel. Nicks face grew red and he walked inside and didnt say a word john dropped his towel and told Nick to get to sucking. He wasted no time and was on his knees. He blew him for about 5 min getting him nice and hard. Then jihn said "thats enough lets get down to what you came here for. Take off your clothes." Nick slowly got up and started undressing until he was wearing nothing but his jock and very nervously asked what the safty word would be. John let hik know that its banana. With that John spun him around and threw him on the bed face down and began to bind him to the bed spread eagle. He asked if there was any room to pull free. Nick pulled on all the restraints and couldnt budge at all. Nick said "no i cant im stuck." "Good now its time for the fun to start." John said. And then put a gag in Nicks mouth saying that a safety word would just take the fun away. And with that he grabbed a bottle of what looked like white somewhat hand soap. John assured him that its just some "special" lube and would make it feel so much better. And with that he started to lube Nick up telling hiw nice his smooth hole looked and started to tease it with his cock pocking the head all around lubbing it even more with precum. He started to poke his head in and out pushing more and more "lube" into him. He kept this going until Nicks hole swollowed almost the whole bottle. And then started to push his cock all the way in then Nick started screaming thru the gag. "Oh right the condom" John said "let me grab it" with that John still a little inside Nicks hole leaned over to the nightstand the weight and angle he was leaning pushed his cock balls deep into Nicks hole. Which made him scream out into the gag. "Oh right forgot inwas still inside of you. Gotta say you feel amazing!" "Dont worry i got the condom just let me enjoy this a bit" he said as he started to thrust in and out harder and harder finally pulling out all the way witha rope of "lube connecting from his cock head to Nicks hole. "I think i used to much lube its just pooring out of you!" He said as he was opening the condom. He then grabed his phone and took a picture. "This is just a keeps sake for tonight" He then started to alighn his cock against Nicks hole again "dont worry i have the condom. But wait didnt you say you wanted it here you go" he then reached around under nick and put the condom on Nicks cock. " theres your condom were using as agreed" and with thatbhe went balls deep into Nicks hole again bare! Nick tried to struggle and get him off but he was bound and couldnt fight him he was taking his first anonymous cock bare. "Oh come on it cant get any wurst that lube your full of is actually my cum jar each time you blew me off i blew a load inside so you could still get it" Nick really starting fighting after hearing this "oh yeah keep fighting it! Tighten that hole fuck yeah feels nice! You gonna make me shoot some more of this pozz load inside of you at that rate!" Nick started whimpering and bucking a bit more but when he did John thrust as deep as he could and Nick started to feel his cock pulsing leaving another load. "Fuck yeah that was well worth the wait to pozz that nice ass!" John then thrust a couple more time and started to pull out stoped at the halfway point and took another picture, pulled all the way out and continued taking pictures, he started to spred Nicks cheeks taking more pictures. "Oh dont wory the fun is just getting started! Ive been talking to some guys on bbrt about you standing people up just to get yourself off well i told them about tonight and how they will finally get a turn on you. Isnt that great also figured id post an add on craigslist too see who all shows up. Pimp this nice ass out to get my money back for this room fugured 5 dollors a nutt would do tho your going to be a bit sore by time were done." Nick layed there quite then there was a knock at the door. John answered "nice to see you guys could make it! I broke him in for ya im gonna go home take a shower i posted an add on craigslist too so there should be alooooot of guys showing up dont turn anyone away everyone gets a turn. Ill be back tomorrow some time hes yours in the mean time see ya" Nick was crying hearing this then what sounded like 6-10 people walked in. "Damn he really went to town on that ass!" One of the voices said "were about to have a fun time tonight!" Another guy said. And with that i end part one im not really good at writing stories but if you guys like it ill continue!

As an older versatile bottom,I am starting to worry I may get less cock than I want. In a way this is ironic ,because when I was younger and could have any cock I wanted( alright exaggerating, but hey that is the way the young think and let's face it at a bathhouse this seems to be an obvious), all I wanted was love. All I a can say what a fucking waste. I should have been on all fours being everyone's slut. Now I have the confidence to know what I want, but wonder if it is too late. The Gay community seems to despise anyone over 25 who wants to bottom. But the reality in a bathhouse seems to be that anyone over 40 gets more cock, because everyone under 30 thinks they can do better and walks around as though they are on a Milan catwalk and not some seedy bathhouse( The seedier the better). Just wondered what some of your experiences are and what you feel?

I'm a total anon glory hole slut. I went to a video store the other night and I got three loads through the glory hole in about an hour, one from a white guy, one from a black guy, and the third from a Latino. I've had MANY MANY MANY dicks inside my ass but the third dick, that of the Latino, was a new experience. Now, I can take a fist no problem but for the Latino dick I found it necessary to take a HUGE hit of poppers after he had slid in. Then I slid off of it for a second, only to find the cum from the first two guys poured out of my hole. Then the Latino slid back in, and went to town on my ass, nutting deep in my hole. Afterwards I cleaned off his beautiful dick, pulled up my pants and went hunting for the another load. Life's pretty good.

i just love every bit of it i have always loved hung guys but as we know all the hung guys were BB only and i didn't get much the odd fisting but not the same as a big cock for 8 years i just lusted over BB Porn wanting to be the bottom dreaming . Then one night out at the club weekend i was not far off naked i love having my cock out and a guy i had wanted for years saw me the next time i saw him he was like me chaps boots and our big cock for all to see we both were rock hard i knew he wanted me and he was RAW every time we fucked so hard i loved it as soon as he went in fuck i had wanted him for so long i told him fuck your raw cock feels so good your my first i can't wait till you breed but its the hole RAW FUCK that blows my mind

Like most guy/kids, once they shoot their load they want to bounce out the door. But I had plans for that little tight ass of his, I got him to relax and chill for a little on the couch and slowly started to play with his cock. He was a cute kid, I had tasted the cock, now I wanted to taste the ass. He had maybe a 28 waist, with a perky butt. I had him semi hard and was rubbing his asshole a little. The more I rubbed his hole, the more he moaned. I asked if he enjoyed getting his ass played with and he said yes. I asked if he had be rimmed before and he said no. So, I told him if he liked the finger, he would love my tongue up his hole. I had gotten him to row over so I could play with that ass. He was face down, ass up and it was a site to behold. I parted the cheeks and his hole was so pink and little. Without wasting time, I drove tongue in first. I had my tongue up his hole as far as I could get it. He was moaning and moving his hips as I assault his asshole. I worked on his hole for a good 10/15 mins and between my tongue and using a finger or two to play with his hole, I had him loose and ready for a cock. I started rubbing his back as I moved up behind him, I spit in my hand and rubbed it on the cock, and lined it up for him. We had not talked about condoms and I ready wanted to breed him. So, I started to push into him slowly and see what would happen. He let out a little moan and relaxed laying flat on his stomach at this point. I slowly pushed the rest of the way in, until I was balls deep inside of him and laid down flat on top of him. His ass felt so smooth and hot inside, I felt like I could have blown a load in him right then. I gave him a min or so to get use to my cock in him, then I stated to pull back a little and push back in. I continued to pull out a little more on each stroke until I was almost all the way out and then it was fun time. I pulled him back up to being on all fours and grabbed his hips and started to go to town on that ass. He was semi hard, so his donkey dick was swing between his legs as a big tub of meat. Every once in a while, his floppy dick would swing up and touch my balls. When that happen, I drove in harder and stayed in him deep for an extra second or so. I was starting to hit it harder and harder, I could feel his ass get tight let a vice gripe. He was starting to shoot his load without playing with himself. I'm not one for wasting a load, so I coved his cock with my hand and caught so of his load. I pulled out of his ass and relubed my dick with his cum and pushed back in. I was close before, but with the tight ass and knowing I'm fucking him with his own cum put me over the edge. I asked where he wanted it, he asked that I just finish, that it was starting to hurt. With that in mind, I pushed in as hard and deep as I could and unloaded inside him. It was a good day to play top True story, with more to come

fuck yeah, thanks

This story only gets better with each chapter.

my cock got so hard reading this story

WOW, I can't believe this would be so hot!!!!!!

I am getting more cock since turning 50 than I did at younger ages. I am fucking horny all the time and need a lot of dick to help with that condition. So far, I have had zero problem in getting cock...here are some of the reasons I think that is true. I am damned good at being a bottom. I am enthusiastic and I have spent years trying to get good at giving up my ass and using my mouth. It takes time and effort to learn what you can do to help a top feel better. Once you gain the skills to have a "magic ass" word will get around. I have few (if any) real limits, I am not picky about what kind of man tops me. Sometimes, they may seem like "mercy" fucks, but I have found a great group of guys who might be a bit outside the normal range of fucking faggots......but they like my ass. I make it clear, I like and accept all POZ cum. THis may seem a bit different, but some POZ guys are quite cautious about spreading their seed. An always willing, always available, booty call answering POZ cum dump provides a good service to those guys. Yeah, I answer some 2:00 booty calls.....but that usually turns into a good Saturday all day fuck sooner or later. I try to be a decent person.....someone the tops like being around....I fuck a lot at my place...and try to make it nice for the guys who visit....drink, smoke, plenty of towels, lube........a safe, secure, inviting place for anyone to explore their needs. I have a very good cleaning technique. good comfort for both of us. I share lot on line.....let guys have some idea of who I am as a queer. Not needed for a quick fuck, but great to encourage regular fucking....and trust with guys. Right now, I am riding a "wave" of guys who want to fuck me because I am a eunuch. My shrinking nuts and cock coupled with an "all about the top" attitude makes it clear it will be a unique experience. I have learned to be more aggressive at bookstores, clubs, saunas.......in many cases, just a slight bit of greater "interest" gets the shy and scared guys to play. I intend to take cock as long as I can....and hopefully will have a group of fuck buds who want to tap my ass as long as I am horny It takes effort and time.......time even when you are not horny to keep this up. Looking for a cock when you need fucked is too late....developing a "team" of possible fuck buds has proven to be my way of always getting cum in my ass when i indeed need it.

Fucking hot! Did that a few years ago with 12 other dads - - love fuckin a cum filled bottom!

By: sexualdeviant11 http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Being-a-Cum-Dump-in-SF-30130621 Being a Cum Dump in SF Had a recent business trip to SF. Easy access hotel with a restaurant on the 5th floor so never any questions about guys going in or out by the front office. Hope you enjoy. Please like & comment. Love hearing from you guys.

Been with my partner for 16 years, been cheating on him since day one! I am a slut, a pig, and I can't be limited to one guy. After 16 years, the sex has all but stopped, so I'm out taking loads from anonymous guys all week long! I never use protection and if I catch something, oh well. Don't matter!

Totally horned up, I headed to the bookstore at lunch and found the parking lot fairly full, which I took as a good sign. Entering the bookstore, I entered a glory hole booth, chose a bareback video, and knelt a the hole and waited. The guy in the adjoining booth wasted no time in promptly sliding his medium uncut cock through the hole. I sucked him, and got him hard by alternating my focus on the head and shaft of his cock. I felt him When I sensed focusing on his head and his shaft until I feel him tense up, he shot his load down my throat, zipped-up and left. The next guy was a bit more shy, but eventually slides his cut cock through into my booth. I took my time with him, but eventually got him rock hard. I then teased his head, applying more and more pressure, which makes him squirm in pleasure. Eventually I stood-up, dropped my pants, and backed-up onto his cock, encouraging him to explore my hole. Taking my not-too-subtle hint, he pushed forward as I pushed back, his cock sliding into my ass. Then he violently pounded me, thrusting and shaking the cubicle walls, grunting and groaning particularly loudly when he shot his load in my cum hole, pumping a couple few more more times before he pulled out. I remained in that position, hoping he would re-enter me, but he didn't. I was still in that position when I heard him leave the booth, my hole still plastered against the glory hole when the next guy entered the booth, slipped his index finger in my cummy ass, unzipped and fed his cock into my cum-slicked cunt. He pumped and pumped, and I alternated relaxing and tightening my hole, giving him maximum pressure. Sure enough, as I expected and hoped, he also soon came in my hole. Fuck yeah! I love the sensation of having a loose, sloppy hole! He withdrew, and I could feel some cum running out of my ass, and presumably oozing down the wall on his side of the glory hole. I waited there, hoping for some more play, and was happy when I felt first a finger, and then a tongue, exploring my hole. This guy was an avid felcher, slurping all that cum out of my ass, grunting, moaning, licking and slurping away. His tongue felt wonderful. After several minutes his tongue was replaced by his finger, then two fingers, then three, fingering my hole as my muscles opened for him. Of course my hole was still wet from his spit and the cum which had worked through my ass lips, and I wondered if he was going to eat me some more, but no, I didn't get his tongue, but rather what must have been an exceptionally FAT cock. I really mean it was HUGE, so I took a hit of poppers thinking I had hit the proverbial jackpot. Pushing harder and harder, he eventually slid in, his big, thick anonymous cock was buried in my cum-slicked chute. I was in heaven. He didn't wait, but immediately began pumping me, and I relaxed my muscles, making myself ready for the nice, steady ride which it seemed like was likely, although I milked him a bit which made him swell even bigger. His pace picked-up, he pumped harder and harder, until he was going full steam when he shot inside me. I felt FULL. He continued pumping so I did my best to milk his cock, and apparently he enjoyed my efforts as I heard him groan in pleasure, but eventually his thrusts diminished in depth and intensity until just his mushroom head was still in my ass. Pulling off, I spun around to find a porn-sized cock which glistened with cum. Compelled to taste it, I took it into my my mouth and he fed me his entire length before he finally withdrew. Licking my lips, I thanked him (through the hole), as I reach back to my hole to feel the cum oozing out my gaping ass lips, into the puddle on the floor. I had definitely taken a big load. I sucked two more cocks, one older daddy and one smaller Latin, but didn't get any more cock in my ass. Oh, well. I had had three in each hole. That was a good lunch!

Chapter IV. After being loaded with the bellhop’s cum, both my boy and I were still out of breath as the bus pulled away from the hotel in Berlin. In that city, we’d both gone from being in a semi-monogamous relationship to taking cum from likely-POZ strangers. We slumped down in the seats and my boy slid his left hand down his pants and past his crotch to his freshly fucked hole. I could actually hear cum squelching in his ass. He smiled and slid his right hand down the back of my pants. Once both hands were good and cummy he smiled. The tour guide walked past us and stopped. He leaned over me and sucked the cum off of both my boy’s hands. ‘Get some rest, guys. I’m going to show you a good time in Prague tonight. He tousled my hair and walked away. I dozed off and woke up a bit later to find my boy gone. I poked my head over the seats and couldn’t see him anywhere. I also couldn’t put eyes on our hunky tour guide. I snickered and tiptoed past the other sleeping tourists and put my ear to the bus bathroom. I heard short breathing and the occasional wince. I rapped lightly at the door and the breathing stopped. The door cracked open and my sweaty boy peeked out. ‘Wait your turn!’ he hissed and closed the door. I knew he was at that moment probably full of raw dick. I went back to the seat and giggled, amazed at how hungry my once-almost-prudish boyfriend was now for raw cock. A few minutes later he hobbled back to the seat, and leered at me. ‘He’s ready for you,’ he said, winking. I stood up and kissed him. ‘He breed you?’ I whispered as I licked his earlobe. He nodded and whispered back, ‘He did. And he’s got a load for you too…’ He smacked my cheek and I headed back to the bathroom, glad that the rest of the passengers were all dozing. I opened the door, and there was the tour guide, naked from the waist down, with his huge uncut hard-on glistening with his seed and my boy’s fresh ass juices. His dick stood straight up, in front of his navel tattoo. I started drooling. The bathroom was very small. I nearly bent in half to try to lick the pearls of cum off of his dick. The tour guide stood me up, pulled my pants off and spun me around. He spit into his palm to grease my hole a bit and then pulled me down onto his cock. It was a good thing that I had fresh bellboy seed dripping out of me to ease his pounding or it would have seriously hurt. I didn’t realize I was moaning until he wrapped his sweaty paw over my mouth. He kept his hand there as he pistoned into me. He growled, ‘You’re in for it now. Took longer to work this load up since your boy got my first load of the day!’ He slammed into me and held me down so I couldn’t have pulled off of his raw cock even if I had wanted to. I made my way back to the seat to find my boy smiling in his sleep. We both slept a bit and woke up about three hours later on the outskirts of Prague. The sightseeing that day was lovely, but that’s not I’m here to tell, and not what you’re here to read about. After a breathless day of seeing too many touristy places, we checked in to our hotel. Dinner that night was to be in the hotel restaurant. We were hoping that there would be some naughty fun later so we showered and cleaned out pretty well just in case. I got so turned on watching him clean out that once he was spic and span, I dove into his ass. I swear I could still taste the tour guide’s load seeping out of his ass even after all of the cycles of cleaning… I had to fuck him. I lost my load quickly. I fired my cum into him, the third load up his ass of the day, and he pulled off quickly, stabbed his cock into me, and filled me up with what felt like a big sticky load, my third load too. As we were changing for dinner, and hopefully naughty fun afterwards, there was a knock at the door. A very handsome man was standing there with an envelope in his hand. He handed it to us, winked, turned, and walked off. After the morning tryst with the Berlin bellhop, we were surprised that he didn’t stay to fool around. I opened the envelope, and saw that it was an invitation to a private club with both of our names on it. It read, ‘Show me for free admission to the VIP area,’ followed by a street address. I got excited about what sort of club it might be, knowing that the tour guide must have arranged the invite for us. We headed down to dinner, ate a hearty meal, with the tour guide always finding a way to wink at us, or stroke our shoulders as he brushed by from table to table. I was rock hard the whole time. My boy reached over and under the table unzipped my pants, whipping out my cock. Of course, the timing worked out so that the busboy was clearing plates and got an eyeful. He froze for a split second, then licked his lips. As he walked away, my boy got up and followed him to the kitchen. I knew someone was going to get fucked. The tour guide appeared, as if on cue, saying, ‘Your boy must be entertaining Josef…’ I grinned. ‘You think your boy will take his load?’ I nodded. ‘Good,’ he replied, leaning forward to stroke my drooling cock. ‘He’ll need lots of lube for what I have planned for you both tonight. So will you.’ I nodded again, my throat dry. ‘You may want to see if you can find them… I bet he’s good for two loads. Most Czech boys are…’ I took his advice, zipped up, and headed down a back hallway to the kitchen area. I heard deep grunting through a closed door, took a deep breath, and opened the door. There was my boy, on his back on a stack of boxes, with Josef hammering his hole and another guy forcefully fucking his throat. Josef grunted with each thrust, while my boy had his head craned back, swallowing the huge dick swinging around in his mouth. The dick belonged to a surly heavyset hairy guy with white pants bunched up at his ankles. I could see my boy’s throat bulge every time the dick in his mouth slid deep. The guy motioned for me to come over to him. He pulled out of my boy’s mouth and my boy looked up at me, almost annoyed that he only had one raw cock in him. The heavy guy yanked my pants down and bent me over my boy, who greedily swallowed my cock. The guy’s cock was thick, and I was again glad to be slick with cum to ease a fresh dick entering me. I licked and stroked my boy’s cock as Josef kept fucking him. I felt like I was being split in two with the dick inside me thrusting deeper and deeper. I also felt the guy’s sweaty hairy belly slipped around on my ass and lower back. I’d never been fucked by a guy with a big belly before, and I loved the sensation. He smacked my ass and cursed at me, maybe in Turkish? Josef picked up his pace, and the hairy Turk matched him. The both moaned as they started cumming at the same time, filling my boy and me up with fresh cum. The Turk pulled out immediately, slapped his dick on my crack, pulled up his pants, grabbed his shirt and disappeared quickly. Josef took a little more time, easing back and forth in my boy’s hole. I watched as sweat glistened and trickled down his slim chest. He leaned forward and fingered my hole a bit. He said in a sexy strong accent, ‘I will see you boys later tonight… well, maybe not see you, but feel you…’ He winked and got dressed, leaving me and my boy to pull ourselves together. We dressed and entered the dining room just in time for dessert. Josef brought us coffee whispering, ‘you better stay awake… It’s going to be a long night for you both!’ To be continued…

Guy told me, "You're what we in the str8 swinger's world call ... a Cock Gobbler, a fat ugly desperate girl who gobbles every knob she can get."

part 3 the 5th guy opened the door and to find 3 more people 1 saying he saw a flyer in the bar down the street and wanted to check it out. They come in and see the sight and instantly drop there pants dying to get a turn already everyone continues to breed him all thru the night for every one that leaves two show up. Nick passed out sometime thru out it but that didnt stop the fucking. He was used non stop. Early in the morning the next day after the last guy was done putting his 4th load into him. He took another picture and headed for the door. As he was walking out room keeping was walking up to the door. (Younger guy picking up a part time job during collage) "aww man your going to have quite the mess to clean up in there man. Dont have to much fun." The last guy said and walked off. Confused the house keeper opened the door and was beyond shocked. He walked in closed the door and started checking out the damage getting more and more turned on he snapped a couple pictures and sent it to his hockey team saying guys look at rhis gold mine i just found! After he hit send he dropped his pants and got right to buisness halfway thru the fuck nick woke up realizing hes still getting fucked and tried to scream out again hoping for some kind of help "aww come on i know i was late to the party but i still want a turn!" A few more thrusts latter and he was bred yet again. After he got dressed he undid Nicks restraints. "So you have about 10 min until check out so you might want to shower before going thru the loby lookong like a cum dump. Also heres my number the guys and me are always looking for a nice hole to pass around let me know when i can use you again" then he left. Nick sat there destroyed trying to understand what happened he got up stumbling from the pain and went to shower off and try to get as much cum out of him as possible. As he took off his cum filled jock he realized the cum was his he must of liked it deep down because the condom that was still on him was over flowing opeing his jock looked like a spider web of his own cum. He got in the shower trying to make himself feel clean again as hard as possible and try to clear his mind. Tho even after his shower and an additional 5 minutes on the toilet he still couldnt get all the cum out. He decided not to wear his jock consodering the cum so was freeballing in his shorts and tank walking to his car as he sat down he felt his shorts were soaked with cum already. When he opened his phone he saw he had several new emails. He opened them to find countless photos and videos of the night which got him hard again. He started jerking watching it all and messaged back asking when we can do it again. With that he went home. the end Again i know im bad at this whole story thing but hey i tried i didnt know how to finish it but i tried lol

lovely, can't wait for more

well, just received the news that the 2 boys I fuck and blood slammed are now tested Poz , so that is now 5 confirmed who I converted to the Brotherhood.

The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo, Part 4 It didn’t take long before I had more cock being shoved into my hole. Around 2 hours later, the door to my motel room opened and a man walked in. “Hey, boy. It’s me Poz9in again. Thought I’d come back and see if you were still here.” I turned over to look at him as he did something on his phone in the dark room. From the light of his phone, I could see that he was a tall, older man with dark stubble and scars on his face. “There. That’s done.” He turned off his phone and put it in his back pocket and pulled his pants off and walked over to me. “You are so fucking hot in that jock strap,” he said as he pinned be to the bed. “Look at that mop of blonde hair! I remember being young and reckless.” He used his hand to grab a fist of my hair and then mussed it up. “Feel my cock.” Poz9in pushed my hand below his tight white t-shirt and my hand came into contact with his rigid meat. I felt the top first. He had a large circumcised head. It was wet at the slit with precum. I remembered what it felt like a few hours ago to have it so deep inside my ass. His shaft was hard and slightly curved to the left. “It wants to be inside your butt, baby. Roll over.” A good submissive, I did as the man commanded and he kicked my legs apart roughly and then mounted me, his raw cock immediately pressed against my hole. I felt as he rubbed his precum on the ring of my hole. “Fuck, yeah!” he exclaimed as he pushed. “AAAhhh,” I moaned into the pillow as his cock broke through the ring and up. He went deep immediately. “Fuuuck! Yeah, you take it, son. Take my raw poz cock up your neg ass again. Can’t believe you’re taking men bareback now.” He fucked in and out of my hole. “I used to check out the safe-only site, too. Lots of hot young ass on that site. Damn, boy. You are going to get a second load outta me soon. But first, I should tell you that I took a page outta Hank’s book and reposted that safe-only profile screenshot of you on BarebackFuckers again. I figured Hank wouldn’t mind if he’s prepping you for the bathhouse with the likes of me and that other poz guy. I confirmed tonight's late fuck party when I walked in the door and saw you were still here. I know you like older men like me, so I required that the tops be at least twice your age.” “Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed. I’m going to be gangbanged bareback by old men in a motel room all night. "YES!" My hole tightened around Poz9in’s cock as it pistoned my hole. I wanted his load. “That’s right, son. That hole of yours is going to take more raw daddy cock tonight,” he taunted. “Fuck I’m close! I want these men to use my sperm as lube like Coach did earlier. I fuckin’ loved watching that old man’s poz cock get covered in my sperm as your sweet pink hole stretched to take it back in. I was hard and precuming again when I watched him shoot his load in you. I knew I had to get my cock back in your hole again. Fuckin take it, boy! Take my load.” He huffed as he bucked against my ass in and out, building up the load to shoot. He yelled and pushed in as far as he could. The large head of his cock pressed against my guts. I heard the door to the room open as I felt his sperm coat the walls of my rectum again. “Damn!" Poz9in pushed his cock in and out slowly as he came down from the climax. "That’s how to take a poz load, jock boy.” “That’s fuckin hot!” the new arrival said in a gruff voice. “So ShortStop91 is taking all loads now?” “That’s right. His master got him to take raw cock tonight. I think the poppers helped a lot.” Poz9in grabbed the brown bottle from the night stand and tossed it back to the man. He pulled is cock out of my hole so that the new man could take my ass. “Good to know,” the man said as he started to push his cock into my ass. He smelled like cigars. “I've had my eye on this one. This is one beautiful ass!” “It sure is.” Poz9in opened the door. “Step right in, sirs. No rubbers. For a small fee, this safe-only boy is taking cock bareback for the first time tonight. Thank you. Thank you. Yes, sir, all loads go up the ass. Thank you.”

Glad you are back Scorpion. Reread chapter 1 before reading chapter 2. Greg is now well on the way to becumming a poz cumdump.

i enjoy the taste of warm male essence, including my own, and frequently drink my own nut juice.

I love fucking my bf when he's passed out. Or fucking a guy next to him. lol

You must be Tina's friend. Nothing has brought me more satisfaction than seeing the transformation of this one beautiful, proud, young, stuck up best friend of a friend of mine who started coming to the club night after night. He seemed uncomfortable at first, but something drew him back a lot, at first as just an observer. He came back more frequently. Becoming a regular, becoming bolder and bolder, finally sucking dick at the glory hole, loving it, being praised for it by the older guys, craving more, taking anonymous cum in his mouth, initially spitting it out on the grimy floor, but after so many times becoming familiar with the taste and thinking nothing of swallowing it. Actually loving it. Thinking about and craving the taste of cum. Being told how hot and sexy he was. What a sweet ass he had. It made him want to pay back the compliments. Eventually getting his ass lubed up and played with. Going from sniffing other guys' poppers to needing his own and always having a brown bottle in his pocket for when he's at the club. Letting a guy "just put the head in," without a condom and after a few times of this not getting upset when the guy loses control and cums in him. Getting to know the other regulars, talking, joking, smoking pot, trying some tina and being blown away by how good he felt on it. Not waiting to be asked if he'd like more, he asks himself the first thing at the club the next night. Not smoking it like before, but slamming it as the coolest guys in the clique do. The big time. Being barebacked all over the club, in private rooms, in the open. Then the following day it's all he thinks about. Craves it. How he'll get some and how good it will feel. Some guys do it every once in a while. How dumb when they can get it everyday and feel the best feeling. Eventually being so fucked up and getting a reputation as a tweaker who will do anything to get high. X and G become additions. Barebacking guys while high in the back room, feeling like a totally liberated, fulfilled gay man. Never getting enough tina, never getting enough raw dick and cum. He's developed a nice meth habit and now turns tricks- older guys, ugly guys, any guys with money, and enjoying it, feeding his habit. His friends are other users and barebackers now. He dresses like a slut and is always grinding his teeth and two steps ahead of himself. He's sure he must be poz from all the loads he's taken but he'll deal with that later.

Liked sucking the cum out of another guys cock and at first couldn't swallow my own. It took a bit of time. Started by tasting and swallowing my precum. Then just went for it. Was really good. After the first go do it often now. Cum is good

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

Joey's Choice The first thing Duncan heard going down to the showers was Jeremy yelling, "What y'all's problem?" then scuffling, and Joey yelling back, "You're my fuckin' problem!" then more scuffling. Duncan burst in the locker room to see the two young men, naked, rolling around on the shower floor swinging at each other. Joey landed a blow to Jeremy's head and Jeremy was about to return the punch when Duncan interceded. "Alright, break it up, break, it, up." Joey was seething, fists clenched and ready. Both boys squaring off. Jeremy wasn't backing down, but clearly didn't understand what Joey was upset about. He rubbed his ear. "What is this?" Duncan demanded. The rest of the boys were drying off and trying to get out of there as unnoticed as possible. "This southern cracker knew I wasn't ready. I didn't even have my helmet on and hit me anyway." "I thought New Yorkers could man up," Jeremy spat. "Guess y'all are just fast talking pussies." This set Joey off a second time. He tried climbing over Duncan to get at his adversary. "Settle down now," shouted Duncan with Joey hanging on his shoulder. He smacked Joey's wet ass and set him down. "Get dressed, both of you." He was all wet from their clash, especially where Joey had climbed on him. He would forego the shower and opt for dry jeans and a tank. The rest of the boys had filed out; tension dispersed somewhat when it was just the three of them. Duncan broke the silence. "If I had a dollar for every blow I ever got when I wasn't ready, I'd be, well, I'd have a dollar." He laughed thinking he was funny. The boys didn't. "Jeremy, go on now and apologize." You didn't buck Duncan's orders or your life would be a living hell. "Sorry, buddy. I was just playin'." Jeremy, a buff, five-eleven, former high school tight end with too many teeth, smiled shark-like, and held out his large paw to Joey. Joey slapped the hand away. "Screw you, cracker barrel," he said putting on a New York Dolls t-shirt, then bent to tie his sneaker. "That's enough! Jeremy, thank you for being a gentleman. You may leave us. You, Mr. Corelli, a word." With that, Jeremy strutted to the door. Before leaving and out of Duncan's sight, he looked at Joey and made a flicking motion—a flea off his large shoulder. Joey stiffened. "The friggin' redneck sucker punched me." He looked straight ahead, avoiding Duncan's gaze. Duncan smacked the back of Joey's head, not hard, almost affectionately. "What's a matter for you?" he mocked. "Nothing's the matter with me. This place is the matter with me. Pretty boys and a hell of a lot of swishes, like Jeremy hiding under his redneck jock act. Right before class he thought it'd be okay to grab my ass. Front of everyone. I know Carson saw it, Kennedy probably too. I grab ass, nobody grabs my ass," he protested feebly. Duncan studied him. Angry New Yorker, yes, but covering a very sensitive talent, talent they would unearth here if he let them. One private note in his file stood out to Duncan. At fifteen he wrote to the Chinese government asking for Mao's Little Red Book. The FBI showed up at his parent's door asking if they knew about their son's request. Apparently they were rich New Yorkers in a communist cell, horrified that they'd been noticed by the government through their son's shenanigans. He had trouble with his parents ever since. Notes on him were he went through several high school phases very briskly: punk, Goth, Queer, serial killer; he landed on anarchist. Pierced eyebrow and tongue. He wore a permanent scowl and mostly black. He had a beautiful body, cheek bones that could cut glass, a long Roman nose, thin, gangling arms, a perfect black bush, just a sampling of hair beginning to grow around his nipples, an bit above average dick, and a very low hanging set of balls. They didn't get more perfect than this, Duncan thought. "If I had a dollar for every time I got grabbed, well, I'd have what I have right now in me bank." Duncan clipped Joey's chin and got a half smile out of the boy. "Being talented, being famous, everyone's gonna want to grab yer ass. Me included." He finished buttoning up his jeans. "C'mon, I'll buy you a pint. How old did you say you are?" "Nineteen," replied the young man, looking a little nervous and more than a little honored Duncan wanted to spend time with him. "Well, you look twenty-one. I know a place that's pretty loose on carding a pretty face." Joey scoffed out loud, not liking to be thought of as pretty. He fought against smiling and managed a neutral frown. He toed on his flip-flops, waited at the door looking impatiently at Duncan. Duncan finished lacing up his leather boot, slipped a black hanky in his back pocket, left side, and escorted Joey out the door. *** Like an extra-long piece of shit, I finally felt Mr. X's softening cock slither slowly out of my colon. I lay perfectly motionless, feeling every millimeter of his exit, each drop of sperm clinging to my wall, each bar on his shaft bumping over and out my sphincter. At the end I was empty, oozing copious amounts of cum and piss. I clung to him, put his hand in my mouth and sucked his fingers, but I could tell he was drawing away. All the traits of post-coital maneuvering to disengage. “Time for you to rest. Other things to be exposed to, take you another notch down. Things others will expect of you. Not all pleasant but not all tonight. For now you need some quiet.” “I don’t want to go home,” I pleaded. “Far from it. There's more I want you to explore. One thing I want you to see in a little bit. I'll arrange. First Riggs and I need to do paperwork and you need rest. Afterwards, Riggs and I will put on a little show for you. You like a show? But to show I want you to lie still for a while. You’ll know when we end, at least tonight you will. Then you'll have a big decision. If you want to come to Bar X and spend a couple nights with me as your Master and some others good teacher. Or you pass on chance of a lifetime.” With that he climbed over me. His butt close to my face, I raised my head to show him proper respect and lick his hairs that dangled from his asshole. I only had a scant tasted of his moist, dirty hole. He pushed my head away, saying it was too soon for that. "You lie here, watch." He pointed to a screen that Riggs had been busy setting up. Riggs flipped on the monitor that hung above the pegboard. On the screen a lithe, dark haired young man was being tied up. The guy tying him up was in an executioner mask, had long red hair tied in back and red sideburns that ended in points. They both looked familiar. The man in the mask had a tremendous body, big thighs, thick neck, bulging biceps and an enormous chest. The young man being tied up had a hood placed swiftly over his head but I noticed a pierced eyebrow like one of my classmates had. Heavy black hair in his armpits, an even heavy dark bush above a cock that was growing by the second. He was pulled up to the ceiling and swung there helpless. The red haired man stood next to him, stroking his body, fondling it lovingly, whispering in his ear. "Is from last night, my place. My place is always interesting, yes?" Mr. X squatted next to me tossing a huge dildo, the head the size of my fist, the length of my forearm. It splashed in the muck puddled next to me. "Fuck yourself till I get back. Don't try for whole thing. Just watch video. All the things you see, you will do. Eventually. I want you to think of them with pleasure. Duncan is a great teacher of pain and pleasure. This Joey now knows," he laughed and slapped my butt. "We will teach you like we teach Joey." "Yes, Sir," I said in disbelief. Joey was difficult but pretty innocent for all his posturing. Was that really him with Duncan last night. Even still druggy this blew my mind. "Riggs, throw him poppers. He's got homework." Mr. X scooped up a handful of grease and stuck it up my shit chute. "Be pig. Show me how you want your hole and I show you example of how it will be." Like a gauntlet thrown down, I flipped onto my knees and settled the dildo at the edge of the mattress. I poised myself on the mattress edge and squatted on it, all the while looking at Mr. X. In one "oof" I got the cockhead inside. Mr. X took my shoulders and lay me down on my side. "Very good. Riggs said you are quick learner. Now watch movie. If you get excited, take in more monster cock." Riggs, by the door, said, "Mr. X, I do believe you've found a true pig." "You should see what this boy Joey took last night," Mr. X said closing the door. "Pretty astonishing, even I say," his voice disappearing up the stairs. *** Duncan draped his arm around Joey as they walked into Bar X. It seemed like Duncan knew everyone or at least they wanted to know him. Mr. X, who owned the place, took their gym bags and set them behind the bar. In a few moments he brought them back two large ales. Joey sipped his but recoiled from the dark beer's taste. Duncan said he'd get used to it. If they ever went to Scotland he'd buy him a real pint, not this swill. "It's not even alcoholic. Can't while I'm training, nor should you either." Joey drank but wasn't liking the taste. Still, he was with Duncan, and Duncan gave him sudden burst of physical attention that he lapped up. Stuck close to him with his arm over his shoulder, slapping his back when he introduced him around. Joey glowed with happiness with each sip he took. In fact, halfway through the ale he couldn't remember a time when he was ever happier. The bar started to fill the moment they went in. "This is the first leather bar I've been in," Joey called above the din. Duncan, smiled, and pulled his and Joey's head together. "Get the fuck out, lad! I took you for a leather cub or an otter." Joey shook his head, smirking. "You ready for a lager? Mr. X!," Duncan called out, "my young friend here, of proper drinking age, is ready for another." The crowd was raucous. Lots of leather everywhere. Caps, cops, chains, bare-chested muscle-roids, overweight bear types, biker daddies, a few collared men with leashes. No one compared, though, to Duncan. He'd taken the band off his ponytail and let his long, burnished hair release. Joey was proud to be with him. He wasn't costumed, just simply a tremendous hulk of a man, arms busting out of a wife-beater wearing tight scruffy jeans. Joey spotted it in a second. A black kerchief sticking out of his back left pocket. Mr. X burst upon them. Joey looked around in a flash of panic. "Boy, you see ghost?" asked Mr. X handing them new drinks. Joey frowned. Mr. X was a sketchy looking character. But then who else would be running a bar like this? "Drink slow, cowboys. Happy hour is till seven. If you need more quiet you can always use room upstairs, or feeling adventurous?" He grabbed Joey's angular chin. "A VIP like Duncan, always welcome in the dungeon." Duncan laid down some bills. "No," said Mr. X, "we take it out in trade." The missing teeth in Mr. X's smile startled Joey. Growing up in New York, he'd always been around, if not directly, then in the circus that was New York street life, the Felliniesque characters that color the city—starting with his parent's friends: the symphonic conductor with trite wild hair; his outrageously large soprano wife; his godfather who lost an arm in Vietnam and his legs to diabetes; the ancient Duchess that was rumored to be his maternal grandmother's lover; the skeletal man that was always the last to leave his parent's meetings who had something on his father. Mr. X would fit right in. As soon as he left, Joey felt more at ease, not only because he forgot about his parents, but more importantly, he was alone in a crowded, smoky, stale-beer-smelling bar, the best place on earth, ever! He took a long swig, finishing a third of it. Flagging black, he hadn't forgotten. The Brooklyn commie socialite parent's anarchist boy knew his colors. S&M. Hard core. Left: seeking. He tossed back another full swig. As the bar grew even more packed he felt himself starting to drown between the pressed bodies. "I should go," he suggested, steadying himself. Duncan wrapped on arm over Joey's shoulder, drawing him in. Joey felt the large man's strength and his warmth. The heat drew out his innate coldness and was on the verge of melting it. Duncan bent over and pressed his lips against Joey's lips. His heart jumped. This couldn't be happening. He'd always found his fight instructor was jacking material, but now, actually pressed to Duncan's lips there was nothing to do but reciprocate. It wasn't a tentative kiss. It was passionate, declarative, still with still attached to tenderness. Their kiss lasted minutes, long enough to cause others to notice. "Get a room!" someone close by shouted. "Should we?" Duncan suggested. "Here?" Joey asked, feeling a flux of feelings. Anxiousness but oddly relaxed, horny, frightened, light-headed, incredibly turned on by Duncan. His touch, his smell, the arms he was permitted to touch, the waist he held onto, the butt he grabbed, the kerchief. "Mr. X's building. His rules." Duncan stated, starting to usher Joey to the stairs. "Maybe later we'll explore the dungeon." Joey stopped before the first step. "Kidding," added Duncan, clownishly. They started walking up. "Not really, though. But only if you insist." Duncan was playing with him. They stop-started all the way up the stairs. "I'm kidding. No, not really. A joke. Not." By the time they reach to top of the stairs, Joey felt like he was about to pass out. His mind was confused. Knowing he wasn't drunk, yet getting fuzzy on how he got here. He clung heavily to Duncan. A knee collapse and he lurched falling sideways. Duncan was able to catch him and brought him up in his arms. "Oh, baby," he said, truly concerned. "Don't pass out." Duncan knock on a few doors till he found one that wasn't occupied. He carried Joey only half conscious into the seedy room. There was a single bed near the window, a yellowed window shade pulled down, flapping mildly in the hot breeze. Duncan switched on a lamp next to the bed and set Joey down. Threw drooping eyes Joey scanned around at the ripped flowered wallpaper, the empty closet with a few dangling wire hangers, the fading light outside. Duncan laid with him on the bed, looking into the boys face. "Love, you knocked it back so fast I couldn't stop you." "I'm okay," said Joey straining to sit up. "Stop what?" "No, we'll just lie right here. You're okay. You are a beautiful, beautiful boy. I want you." Duncan sat up, stripped off his top and tossed it over the metal headboard. Joey reached up to feel the chest he'd been longing to caress. He ran his fingers over the mass of muscle. Duncan looked down grinning as he flex each plate for Joey to enjoy. He bent close, telling him, "You are the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. I've want you from the first day in class." Joey pushed himself up to kiss Duncan. Duncan was open and engulfed the boy's mouth with a long, luscious kiss. He slipped off Joey's shirt then his shorts. He lay the boy back down and ran a hand up and down his entire torso, playing for a long time in Joey's bush, before finally wrapping a hand around Joey's long cock. Joey's erection bounced in Duncan's hand. He ground his crotch against Duncan sandpaper jeans, clutched his broad back, put a hand through Duncan's tight waistband feeling for his butt. Duncan unbuttoned his pants. He got up off the bed only for a second to slip out of his jeans. He pulled off his underwear. Joey motioned for them. He handed them over to him and Joey took a long, happy inhalation of the crotch. Duncan laughed and tossed them on the floor and climbed on top of Joey kneeing his legs apart. Both writhed feeling each other's skin on skin. Joey clutched Duncan's triceps and biceps, kissing, biting and sucking on his ripped shoulder. Duncan ran his hand between Joey's legs, wetting a finger, then feeling for the boy's hole. Duncan drew himself lower on the boy's torso, licking his nipples, tonguing his belly button, sniffing the musk of the boy's black bush, wetting his finger again to tease the boy's hole. Finally finding Joey's cock, he ran his mouth and tongue over the entire long and slender piece, sucking the head, tonguing down the shaft, sucking the boy's heavy hanging balls, and, then briskly, lifting the boy's legs in the air to reveal Joey's hairy hole. Duncan bathed it in saliva erupting moans from Joey. He pushed his tongue in the chute, followed by a single finger. He probed him while Joey pushed out and gaped his hole for Duncan. Duncan took the invitation and drove deep into Joey's anus. The boy had definitely been working his hole at home. A bit of red showed without effort when Joey pushed. Duncan lathered it and pulled it apart with fingers from each hand. Pleased with how far it could easily open, how ready it was for him right then, he reached up the nightstand, felt around. Condom, lube, poppers—there were always lots of left overs laying around. He drew out a half-empty bottle of lube, held the condoms for a second. "Rubbers?" he asked Joey. "I'm neg," the boy responded. "Not me. So for you, baby, to stay that way—" Duncan opened a packet. "Let me put in on you," Joey said. He knelt beside the bed, kneeling before his idol, directly in front of Duncan's cock. Duncan pulled the boys head onto it. Joey sucked on his member, getting it fully erect, loving Duncan's taste and smell. He played with his ball and ran an arm through the crack of Duncan's butt. Joey was very good at deep throating and eagerly swallowed Duncan down to his pubes. Duncan pressed Joey's head against his groin and waited for Joey to choke. He didn't. "Aw, fuck boy! Where have you been?" Duncan rocked his cock repeatedly in and out of Joey's soft mouth. He let Joey bob on my member, felt Joey trace his tongue under his balls back to his cock, then held the boy's head while he skull fucked him with increasing severity. "Christ, Jesus! You're gonna have me blow already." He released Joey, wild eyed. "I want to fuck you so bad. Finish sheathing me." Joey rolled on the rubber, then rapidly scuttled on all fours back to facing the metal headboard. He felt cold lube dribble down his crack, some being pushed into his hole. Then he felt Duncan stiff girth entering him. First in slow jabs, only the tip entering then a slow back and forth insertion, each time penetrating him just a little deeper. "How's that baby, feel good?" Duncan asked in back of him. He moaned a yes. "Let me know if it's too much." He encouraged Duncan by pushing his ass back on his shaft, taking in inches, letting him know he could go in deeper. Duncan understood and grabbed Joey's haunches, eased Joey slowly on to him in one stroke. He pulled the boy onto his shaft all the way to the hilt till Joey's butt rested against his balls. Joey gasped in pleasure and immediately began rocking against Duncan's cock. Minutes passed as hole and cock got to know each other. Once Duncan knew Joey could take it, he turned the boy on his side holding his leg in the air and ravenously impaled him. "I love fucking you, baby." "Fuck, Duncan. I want you so bad." "You've got me, baby. You got as much as you want." Duncan flipped Joey on his back and began pounding away at him. Joey looked up at Duncan, feeling him inside, frantically stroking his cock. Duncan continued to pummeled him. "Fuck baby, yessss." Duncan pile drove into the boy's ass with increasing savagery. He'd pull out and then stab back into the open hole. Joey loved it. He met each of Duncan's thrust with a thrust of his own. They met together in increasing rhythm, neither relenting in the brutality of the fuck. Joey was on the verge of cumming when he spotted the swollen head of Duncan cock breaking through the rubber. It's thick purple head tore the sheathe in half and was peeling further down the shaft with every stroke. "Fuck I love your hole," repeated Duncan. "I love you, baby. I want you pregnant, baby." He put his hands on the boy's thin neck and began squeezing. "I want to knock you up. I love you, sweet boy," he intoned, as his grip increase. In horror, on the razor's edge of cumming, Joey had a second to choose between reaching up to stop Duncan's hands on his neck or cum. He chose to cum. His body spasmed, an orgasm as intense as he'd ever had, shooting rivers of cum over his and Duncan's chest. And blacked out.

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

I love being an exhibitionist at the bathhouses and sex clubs. Especially love to get fucked bareback in the steamroom at Midtowne Spa in L.A. and at Club San Diego.

The Pig in Pygmalion (Night 1) I arrived at the address Riggs had left for me, a triplex at the top of Lombard Street. Tourist's cars lined up at the lip of the street to serpentine their way to the bottom of the hill. I rang the buzzer, a little nervous, still sweating in my tank top and shorts from the fencing class and the uphill walk. Riggs answer wearing white yoga pants and an open Hawaiian shirt revealing a clipped chest of white hair. He was slightly taller than me, maybe three inches, and stood near enough that I could smell fragrant soap. That was bad enough, but thank God he wasn't drenched in cologne or I don't know if I'd have gone in. I spied his shirt pockets hid unusually large nipples. I looked down to avoid staring. It was hard to miss his dick outlining against the thin pant fabric. It was also impossible to ignore the large piss stain ending at his tip. I quickly looked back to his eyes. He could see I was taken aback and smirked. "You can't wear too little in this weather, now can you?" he said, fanning his face, very Southern Bell-like. He shouldered me into the entryway and guided me up the steps to the mid-level of his triplex. In the living room, he started shutting blinds on a view of San Francisco the likes I'd only seen in movies. The room was stark white and cool, growing darker with each shade drawn. I was about to sit down on his white sectionals, when he called out, "Oh, dear, don't sit in here. Not with all that boy sweat on you. Just look at that tank top. Here," he demanded, "give that to me. I'll set it to air out in the laundry room. Hopefully it will dry—or not." He smiled, waiting while I pulled off my top. He was right. I was a sopping mess. Every inch of my top stuck where I pealed it off my skin. His eyes never left me. I felt under the microscope. "Sit your tukhus in the there," he said, pointing to the dining room. As I handed the tank top to him, he put it up to his nose. "Christ, boy! Utterly rank!" he exclaimed, delighted. "I thought you blonds hardly sweat. Come over here. Let me get a smell of you. Oh, now, David." He sadly shook his head. "As your director, you can't pull away before we even start. We have lots of daddy issues to get through, don't we? Yes, yes, I know about you and your family. How daddy cheated on mommy. How conflicted that must make you feel." I felt suddenly more than half-naked before this man. How badly did I want this part? "This is me, David," he said, waving his hand in front of himself. "No filters. It's gotten me this far." He was up close, almost in my face. "If we're going to work together, we're going to have to know each other intimately. But you knew that." He was looking slightly down at me. "Hello," he breathed. "Hello," I responded, reaching out a hand, trying to make a joke of it. "I'm David Kennedy, from..." "Not the Kennedys from Hyannis Port?" "Hardly. A lost stray from Redondo Beach, California." I thought I amused him, but he seemed already bored with the banter. "Yes, yes. All that. Leads in all four years at, what is it, Redondo High? Daddy a philanderer, momma dies last year of cancer. Ovarian. Actors don't hide those feeling, David. They use them." "Wait, what?" I was taken aback, embarrassed, and a little angry. "I don't know where you get off...what you said isn't on my resume, and sure isn't common knowledge." "Of course it's not, it's on your face, angel." He started ticking off on his fingers. "Boyhood friend, Perry, at UCSD in the fall, first love, I’d bet. Would love to have seen that. Already bedded two of the students at school, naughty boy." I know I blushed at that. He tousled my hair, more wanting to know if he could. I guess he could. He took a whiff of my shirt, and in a revelry, slowly recited, "Tattoo of a dreamcatcher on right buttocks. I'll need to see that." I was about to protest again, when he added: "You can thank Duncan for that." I was flustered, off-balance. "I...what gives you..." "Cliché, David. Gives me the right? If I'm offering the lead to an unknown unknown, you don't think I need to play detective to see if you're the good upstanding Boy Scout next door, or a back alley street hustler." Taking a quick whiff of my top, he spat, "By God I wish it was the latter." He regarded me seriously. "Besides. You know there are several nude scenes so we'll have to get comfortable with that. Therefore, tonight, David Kennedy of the Redondo Beach Kennedys, tonight you're not David. 'Boy' is the name of the lead in the play, so Boy you are all night. Now, lift your arms, boy," he ordered. I slowly lift them. He then took two large inhalations in my pits. "Perfect. Like an aphrodisiac, ain't they?" He said mockingly, insinuating the corn-pone character I was auditioning for. "Sniff them yourself, and tell me what you think." I did and found he was not incorrect. In the manner true to the character, but words my own, I drawled, "I always knew I liked the smell of wet pits, mine and others. Locker room smell, when like daddy came in from doing yard work. I’d always been kind of ashamed I liked it. I wonder how you knew that about me." He clapped slowly. "Beautiful. Perfect. Little less southern though. Now, you, being a California boy, you don't wear deodorant, do you?" I shook my head. "You know what's good?" he asked closing the space between us again. "The smell. But you know what's great? The taste," to which he buried his face in one pit, grabbed my shoulder, inhaled deeply and lick my hairs from bottom to top. "Aw, man!" A sharp twinge of shock and excitement overcame me. What started as a tickle, quickly became erotic. "You liked that, didn't you?" he asked. I gave it a second, then nodded. "Good. Step one taken. You're getting the hang of this, ain't cha?" He let me drop one arm but held up the other. Very purposefully he held my shoulder, and while looking me in the eye, slowly let his tongue crawl up my wet pit. It was a power play, so I reached around his neck and held his face in my pit. "Delicious!" he squealed, which made me let go. "I see we're going for hustler—" he said, studying the confusion on my face, "—or is it embarrassed Boy Scout? I can't tell." He paused, puzzled, and then abruptly dropped the scene. "Now then, what would you like to drink? Dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes. Seltzer? Orange juice? I just squeezed a couple of blood oranges before you came." He let innuendo ooze over the words. Again, I was off-balance whether we were still playing. "Good for when it's...hot." I played along as best I could, trying to recover, like what just happened was perfectly normal, happened at every audition. I made out tentatively, "Yes, squeeze me some juice." I thought it might sound insinuating, but it came out, I thought, pitiful. "Two shakes," Riggs said, and cheerfully sped into the kitchen. I looked around, not really know what I was doing there, felt way out of my league, neither gay nor theatrical, wondered how I was going to make it through this. I was relieved though that he was out of the room for a moment. I felt myself getting defensive. The crack about my father was true. He cheated on my mother. The sicker she got the less he hid his infidelities. I hated my father by the time my mom died. She left me whatever was left in her savings, the reason I could rent my little apartment; would have divorced him if she could, but it seemed pointless, so few months or days, and to what end? It was too depressing I stayed with Perry when she went into the hospital, at the end. Perry was the only thing good that year. I think we left each other so abruptly, right after graduation, because he felt my dependency, almost desperation to cling to someone. He encouraged me that San Francisco could be a new start for me, as UC San Diego was for him. Fuck your brains out, he advised. Don't look back. I deflected what Riggs brought out in me, felt sandbagged by it, and needed to steel myself if I was to get through this night. Fuck him, get the part, fucking queen, and live happily ever after in my back alley studio. I suddenly felt righteously judgmental, scanning the old faggot's place. An old, gay man with lots of money, that's what stood out. Really? Cliché 50's body builder photos? Several hung over the sectionals in the living room. Little loin cloths, boys with slick-backed ducktails. Holding spears, or in sailor hats holding thick ropes, fake wrestling poses. All signed. Of course, but wear was the statue of David? Oh, standing next to the staircase leading upstairs. Chandelier at the top of the stairs. The entrance to his bedroom. Fucking Liberace taste of the critically acclaimed. I went over to the dining room window. The sun was setting and I did everything I could to hate the view. The watercolors over the water, the rows of houses with their lights turning on, even a neon bar sign blinking "Bar X" two streets over. God, did I hate this place. So how then could I want it so badly I'd do anything to get it? I looked around at the dining room. A large black and white photograph of a lily, another next to it of a naked black body, sinewy, almost metallic. A brass-plated telescope positioned in the opposite corner at the window, pointing down to the street. I went over and looked through the lens. It framed a tenement apartment above the bar I had noticed. The focus centered on a dingy bedroom window. I turned a nob next to the lens. A large man came into view, fucking something suspended in chains. I looked away. But then curiosity and not a small bit of voyeurism drew me back. Whatever the man was fucking was completely encased in black. It appeared helpless. Except for the butt in the body suit there was no other skin showing. I saw the body was suspended in a sling that had a strap for each extremity. The large man abruptly ended the fuck holding the butt against himself tightly. After a moment released it and sat on a stool facing what he previous fucked. The brass telescope was a beautiful and very precise instrument. I zoomed in to see a close up of the butt of the black clad figure. It didn't register to me at first, but as I adjusted the focus I saw the large man slowly penetrating the butt with his hand. He withdrew his hand and replaced it with his other hand. He repeated this several times then withdrew. He then slipped in fingers of each hand and stretched the hole, and again slipped his hand, this time, up to his whole forearm inside the butt. I looked away for a moment to wipe my eyes, just as Riggs came back into the room with two drinks. "Cheers," he said, handing me a very large goblet. He read the looked on my face with curiously. "Oh, you must have met Mister X," he offered, pointing to the telescope. "Bottoms up," he said, and laughed. I took a sip and although I thought the taste would be familiar, it was extremely bitter. "Organic blood oranges. Different, don't you think?" "Uh, I dunno. I guess it's really strong, or something. Not quite Tropicana." "Oh God, no. Maybe I should get some sugar for you.” "No, it’s okay, I'll getting used to it." I was happy to finally sit at the table where things settled down to what seemed to be turning into a somewhat normal interview. Still, at first it was a struggle to get the image of the man's arm sliding into a butt out of my mind, but chit-chatting about how classes were going, about the revival, about my 'triumphs' in high school, a few plays I liked, some parts, some track wins, did the trick. When I talked about the track wins Riggs grew more interested, leaned across the table. How did I prepare, what winning felt like to me? I surprised myself by how vividly I recalled those meets. I did some gymnastics—Riggs thought as much—but track is really what I liked. Being outdoors, free for a few second putting everything I had on the line, the challenge of individually beating the guy next to me, throwing all I had into the finish line. Seeing Perry in the stands. My dad next to him, and some lady I didn't know. I edited the last part in a pause I hoped he didn't notice. Riggs asked about the apartment I rented, how much I paid, the expenses of the city, how far the apartment was from here. With every sip, I got more relaxed and more energized. Even more, each sip made him more interesting. Maybe it was that he seemed interested in me. That sounds conceited, but it was becoming a two-way street. I thought it was, at least. I saw him more than an old queen, maybe even kind of sexy in an old man who keeps in shape kind of way, especially when my gaze drifted to his yellow stain or the lumps under his shirt pockets. He put on some classical music, which sounded like the most beautiful music I had ever heard. He took my empty drink and went to freshen both of ours. I was surprised how I was getting obviously horny. I glanced around the dining room. There was a poster advertising a museum's Hockney exhibit—two figures, one in red jacket and khakis, and an underwater swimmer in a perfect swimming pool. The rippling water invited, compelled, and magnified the boy underwater in white swim trunks. Out of the living room and dining area, the red jacket provided the only dab of color. At a side table there were the two black and white photos. The one of a beautifully sculpted black man, and next to it the close up of a single lily. Something about the lily seemed, I don't know, strange, erotic. Riggs, shirtless, came back with drinks in hand. He said something about how dreadfully hot it was slaving away in the kitchen. Again with the Southern Bell affectations. I wasn't annoyed as much by the affectation, probably because I finally got a good look at his engorged nipples. As big as a woman's, what in high school we called high beams. They definitely weren't natural, but I couldn't look away. Part of me wanted to feel them, bite them, gnaw on them, nurse them. Before tonight I'd have been revolted by something freaky like that. I was confused but also mesmerized, and then almost as quickly I felt panicked that I even felt this way. As if on cue, the kitchen's smoke detector's alarm went off. For a second I thought it was in my head. My heart raced. But then smoke tendrils rolled out of the kitchen. I jumped up, felt incredibly woozy, and had to steady myself on the back of the chair. "Hang on, boy. I think I burned the chicken," he said. My panic melted into giggle. I couldn't tell you why, but it was the most absurd thing that was happening. He was looked at me, then joined in the laughter, bending over, chortling away. He was much more composed than I, caught his breath, gave me a fast once over, and quickly withdrew to fan out the kitchen. I heard the banging of the stove. He was back, royally announcing, "Apologies, David Kennedy, but dinner is ruined." I was still chuckling, puzzled why I even thought it was funny. "Y'know,” I said, “I'm not really even hungry." "Me neither," he snorted. "Let us retire to the study where we can continue our little interview." “Let us, yes," I said following up the stairs with his and my drink in hand. The statue of David, I flashed passing it at the staircase, had really big feet. *** In his study, I was overwhelmed by walls of photos. Two full walls of them, most signed to him, in appreciation, etc., some more cryptic. They were mostly men, some very young, only a few women. That seemed telling enough. Mixed in with headshots were production shots. One I made out was of Duncan, shirtless, in a dueling scene. I had already been impressed by his arms and pecs in class, but seeing him only in tights—what an enormous muscular butt he had—made me feel a little twinge in my jock. “Duncan is perfect, isn't he?" Riggs said, seeing the photo I was admiring. "A beautiful specimen. Not a great actor, but charismatic as hell. Look at that dimpled buttocks. A massive member. Small balls. I blame steroids. His back is a pockmarked horror, if you're into that kind of thing. And I am into that kind of thing." I laughed uneasily. Riggs measured my reaction, paused, then seriously asked, "David, do you feel that what you desire is worth the risk of what you need to sacrifice to attain it?" Trying to follow the director's train of thought I asked, "You mean Duncan, with 'roids?” I added, carefully, “I was never into that. I was around it plenty, tempted, seeing how it worked on a couple of guys, but I never acted on it." "Well, steroids, no, not that. More taking a chance to get what you want. You'll offer your body, naturally, that comes with the territory, but more important is when you offer your mind, David. Your mind for molding, or more precisely, re-molding. Each role a different challenge. A different you. Something David wouldn't do, but 'boy' would never question." Riggs looked suddenly a little dangerous to me. He tapped my glass, encouraging it up to my lips. "Would you like to see another part of Duncan McCain? Revealed in all his splendor?" I nodded under an increasing spell of agreeing to whatever Riggs's asked. I sat on the black leather couch, while he went to a cabinet and removed a single, black binder from a row of dozens of identical binders. He brought it over, looked at me, said one word: "Floor." The evening shifted at that moment, subtly, but enormously. Just one word. I immediately slid down and sat cross-legged, as Riggs sat on the couch above me. He gently started massaging my shoulders. I was enjoying his touch. I had the binder in my lap, opened to the first page. Duncan, in stunning black and white, more striking than the phony 50's photos downstairs. I was awestruck. Hair released, naked, saber pointed tip down to the stage. His slightly bent dick flopped majestically to one side, his testicles protruded just a bit, right leg on point. A silver ring circled his large yet flaccid cock. My eyes crawled over every inch of his exposed flesh, each stroke of body hair emanating from his armpits, flowing down his chest, dark swirls above his ample meat, his gaze staring straight into the camera, daring me to look away. It was impossible. A voice from far away spoke slowly, hypnotically, "A binder for each man in the company." The voice got closer, whispered in my ear. "Some of the crew, too. They're usually hotter. Kinkier. Next page. Please." I turned the page. On opposing pages, Duncan held a whip, with a naked masked figure whose arms were strapped to a piece of timber shaped in an ‘X.’ The photo on the left was Duncan in a chain harness and leather crotchless chaps about to strike the naked figure. But it was the photo on the right, Duncan completely nude, no costume of any kind, the whip having just hit its mark, leaving him with a swollen hard-veined erection, an erection that thrust in an arch away from his body. The ferocity on his face I had glimpse only in a flash from him early today. That recognition startled me, and caused me to spill a little of my drink on my gym shorts. "Oh, angel, the carpet," Riggs said alarmed, taking the binder and goblet out of my hands. "Enough Duncan for tonight, I think." He rose and put the binder back in the cabinet while I made heavy use of the couch to leverage standing. I was now more than a little woozy. "Look at your shorts, young man,” he scolded. “You'll be sporting a big red stain along with your red stiffy if I don't soak them right now. The shorts. Drop drawer. Now." I did. I was surprised by how easy it was to do everything Riggs directed. Even acknowledging he'd immediately spotted my growing interest in naked Duncan seemed natural. "Now that the pants are off, let me see the tattoo of your," ordered Riggs. I turn and Riggs zeroed in on my welt. “Where the hell did you get that?” he asked incredulously. “In fencing class today,” I answered, feeling it. It was a lot larger than I remembered. “Duncan?” I nodded. “Let me feel. Hmmm.” It was still tender and I pushed his hand away. Feebly I was trying to change the subject. "Y'know, I have to say something, Can I call you Alan?" "You may not,” he replied. I wasn’t sure if he was kidding, but he continued, “You can call me Sir Riggs," he half joked, but quickly turned more serious, "or just Sir, if we’re being informal." He held the shorts up to his nostrils, sniffed the crotch. "You do realized just how delicious you smell, boy?" Even as unsteady as I was, I got the feeling this evening, the less I talked, the more he was interested. I was feeling less each moment like a person, and more like an object, one that had a smell, a scent, but no person beyond the body in front of him. "Under certain circumstance you can call me Rigg Pig,” he continued after a thought, brightening. “Certain friends do, anyway." I looked at him a sideways not getting his meaning. "Boy,” he said, stroking my neck, “you'll soon see other sides of me, when we establish more trust. And I can tell I'm going to have the pleasure of showing you other sides of you don't know. If you allow me. Will you allow me?" I was puzzled and hazy, for he added after a pause, petulantly, "Oh, you must see I have an uncontrollable piggy side that wants to devour you, don't you?" He closed the space between us. He sounded almost hurt. "You mean the pit thing?" I offered, trying to remain steady and neutral. I wasn’t liking this being treated like an object thing. I wanted to be on top of it, fight it. Something snapped in my brain. Maybe it was a revival of the game we played downstairs. Instead of getting defense, I said, "Nah, I kind of liked it, to tell you the truth." I sniffed my pit, then shot out something that I didn't know if I believed, but said anyway. "Honestly, I wished you were a little ranker, if you really want..." I raised an embarrassed hand to my mouth. I couldn't believe I blurted that out. But even as I was saying it, I knew it was true. And so did he. He beamed having gotten something he wanted out of me. Some confidence. I suddenly saw myself clearly as he saw me: an eighteen-year-old skinny blond kid, standing in his jockstrap in front of a man he hardly knew, who wore a white cotton drawstrings with a yellow dick stain on his crotch, had big titties, admitting he preferred rank men that stank. He looked at me anew. Not only calmly, but a bit endearingly. At first I bristled like a colt feeling its first saddle. But after a second gathering of my thoughts, I found his gazing affirmation, admitting a fundamental corruptibility, reassuring. I realized I didn't mind the situation, in fact, I started to feel it was full of potential, something I might actually want. Shaking a bit of the buzz out of my head, I said, "Sir, I remember, what I wanted to say: what's in this drink? This buzz isn't from some bloody blood oranges, is it?" He closed the final gap between us, putting both hands on my naked shoulders. "GHB." He scrutinizing my reaction again, all the while pressing his groin into my jock. "Do you like the way you feel?" "I do, but I don’t know what GHB is." "When I'm first getting to know an actor, I like to be comfortable, feel their reactions, and see their limitations. G opens them up to me. The only way we got anywhere tonight is when you opened yourself up to me. Mentally and physically." He reached between us and pinched my nipples. "Nice. So far you haven't flinched at all.” "No, Sir. I think I like it, but I don't understand why. That hurts a little but I like what you're doing." His pinches became more forceful. I felt my dick start to rise. "It gets me hard and admit things I wouldn't say." "The last you need to know is why you're saying things. Only that you say them honestly. 'Why' is for the brain. To act upon your desires, that's here," he said, slipping his hands down my jock, feeling the swell, and forcing my rising cock to point unwillingly down. "Mmm,” I moaned lightly as he touched me. “Your nipples. How'd they get that way? Why do they looks so tempting?” "Again with why. Would you like to have your nipples as big as these?" I nodded. "Good boy. Let's start now.” Then, another single command I had to follow: "Come."

Would love to be bred by your hard toxic cock, make me your bottom pig...

This chapter is dedicated to a very hot lad on here ... you know who you are CHAPTER 7: The Sex Party - Part 2 As Mark fucks me, I can feel my sweat, I feel it in my pits and I feel it in the small of my back. One of the best parts of this experience, though, is that I can also smell most of the other guys in the room – man smells make crazy. Besides that there’s this wondrous sensation of a bare cock sliding back and forth, scraping across my anal ring, like a dull hacksaw being dragged across hot butter. Even with the shadowy lighting my senses are on overload. There are sites available to me, the shadows, the men, the smells and sounds of fucking. Seeing Mike getting bred and then ultimately taking poz cock myself, I feel as though all of my rational thoughts are gone and I’m being completely satiated now by my inner pig. At this point – I almost can’t believe what’s happening with my hormones – I’m eagerly pushing back on Mark’s cock in an attempt to show him how much I want my ass full of his poz cum. My dick is aching in this fucking evil cock cage. I will say this though, it’s making me focus more and more on my ass than my cock; it’s making me feel like a true bottom pig. I remember Chris telling me, “True bottom pigs always end up poz”, but the irony that some cheap, plastic sex toy might be the end of me, much faster than any strain of HIV, is not lost on me right now. “Uhhhhhh… uhhhhh… fuck that’s good”, he groans as he’s fucking me. My raging hormones and need for sperm are the only things in charge right now, "I WANT YOUR POZ CUM MARK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Ohhhhhhhh….", he pauses for only a moment, “Turn over”. He pulls out and I flip over, legs up, and he’s right back at it, “Wanna see your face … when I cum”. Mark picks up his pace, banging me harder, “Fuck yea… oh fuck, oh fuck … gonna breed that ass … fuck, you feel so fucking good”. “Give me that fucking poz load Mark … breed me deep, … give it to me”, that almost sends him over the cliff, and the pounding of my hole becomes fast and furious. "You’re so fucking hot and twisted, I fucking love it when bottoms beg me for my poz load. Love that you wanna take it ... you’re about to get it sexy”. "Fuck yeah! FUCK! Ahhhhhh… ahhhhh…. Oh yeah! Poz my hole Mark! POZ MY FUCKING HOLE!", I’m nearly shouting, I kinda hope Mike hears me. He lunges forward viciously, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..”, and his raw cock starts to spasm, “OH Fuck! FUCK! … take my poz load”, “FUCK YEA!”; Mark is holding me tight and I know he’s squirting poz cum deep in my ass the same way Chris does. I want him to see that I acquiesced about my decision to take poz loads; I reach around to his ass and try to pull him in deeper as that weapon of his is unloading. “So fucking hot Mark”, I kiss him, I need him to know how much I need that seed in me. He removes his tongue from my mouth, “Fuck yea it was”, and then just as quickly he stands back, and my ass is empty except for the first poz load of the night. I don’t want to move, but I’m curious, so I do a quick half twist to check in on Mike and Jacob. The tops fucking Mike and Jacob are both in a rhythm, piston fucking them … I know it won’t be long before they each of them gets another positive load. It seems like only a few seconds go by when I feel hands on my ass and turn back around … it’s the hot top guy from BBRT I want. “I’m Trevor”, he’s says in an unassuming English accent, I melt. He feels me up and moves my legs so he can lap at Mark’s cum in my hole. He’s young and slim and looks so hot down there servicing me. This goes on for a while with me bending up and feeling his head, the sides of his face, his glasses. His tongue feels so good sliding and lapping at my hole, but it’s making my cock red and angry and it “FUCKING HURTS!” I try to relax my cock and focus entirely on the sensations in my ass. Trevor stops for a moment and climbs up on top of me, face-to-face, “Gonna breed you poz mate”, as he’s saying this I can feel his precum and the cold metal of his cock piercing rubbing against my balls and in the crack of my ass. We get a good look at each other, he’s 30, slim, dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. With him lying on top of me I can’t see his cock, but I remember from the profile that hot, uncut, 4mm pierced cock swinging between his legs, “I want it”. That’s when I hear the sounds of another top unloading and I can’t help but wonder if it’s Mike or Jacob getting the load. Mark returns and comes around to my side of the bed, he bends down and he’s close enough so he can speak softly in my ear, “Your bud over there is so hot, he’s taking poz loads like a champ, … he might leave here infected”, I have to ask, “How you got it right?” He nods and continues, “First guy that fucked him, been poz ‘bout 5 years or so now”, “Fuck”, “And Jacob took the host’s cum, he’s resistant to Truvada, pretty sure that’s who tagged me”. I’m not sure what all that means but between Mark’s words, and the cute guy lying on top of me, a steady flow of precum is draining from my soft cock. I feel like such a cum slut and I know I need another poz load inside me. I look over and a 3rd top is taking his place behind Mike’s ass and begins working his cock into him. “Ahhhh… ahhhhh… ahhhhh’ … I hear Mike moaning, maybe he’s a little sore after those first two guys worked him over. Top #2 fucking Jacob is groaning I know he’s gotta be close. I move my head to try and kiss my sexy new top friend, but he moves his head towards me, “Which one’s your mate?”, “One on the left”, “Nice”. Then he finally kisses me, “Let’s move, I wanna breed you in front of him”, “He’s gotta blindfold on”, “Doesn’t matter … c’mon”. He helps me up and we walk around the fuck benches to one of the other beds. The room is dimly lit but as we’re walking I can see Steven and then Alec, both of them being fucked. As we pass Mike the top fucking Jacob begins to groan, “Ahhhhhhhh…. Ahhhhhhhh… oh FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUCK!”, and I know he’s adding a load of unmedicated poz cum to what the host already dumped in there. I think, “Oh fuck … Jacob and I both got a load that’s resistant to Truvada – bet he doesn’t even know”. “FUCK YEA! FUCK! POZ MY ASS!”, Jacob is begging for that second load. I guess both of them fully expect to be infected when it’s all said and done. “FUCKKKKKK!!! OWWWWW! FUCK!”, I see a 3rd top, big hairy chest, with a decent sized, thick cock and a beard line up and slam right into Jacob’s ass. The top fucking Mike is giving him nice even consistent strokes. Now that I can see his chest I notice a red biohazard tattoo around his left nipple, and that ominous glowing red band on his wrist. In front of both of each of them, on the floor, are 2 glowing red bands; seems the tops are shedding them after dropping their load. I wonder what Mark did with his? I do a quick check and sure enough Trevor’s wrist is glowing red – every top must be poz. He guides me to the bed and positions me on all fours, not quite face-to-face, but nearly facing Mike. I know Mike can’t see me, but I also know, he’s going to hear every dirty, filthy, fucking thing that comes out of my mouth as Trevor makes good on his promise to poz my ass. I feel hands, then lube then bare cock, his piercing is kind of cold but he pushes firmly and that uncut English cock slides through my ring and disappears into me; I feel the warmth again. He pushes himself in further and now I really feel him, I’ve never had a pierced cock inside me, “OH fuck … I love this”, bubbles out of me. I see Mike’s head move a bit like he hears me, but I’m not sure if it’s from my words or the top guy banging his ass. That’s when I feel Trevor’s sac touching my ass and he leans down, “Not on meds either mate, hope you’re gettin’ what you want”, “OH FUCK!”, escapes me combined with a moan. “Beg for my poz load mate … beg for it”, I feel him holding steady, waiting to hear my affirmation. I squeeze my ass muscles on his cock to signal my intentions, “Yes … FUCK YES! Breed me! FUCK ME!”, I hear a soft “Fuck yea” from him. I slowly rock my hips back and forth getting his engorged cock moving out to the tip before pushing all the way back so he’s completely buried in me, then back again. “Want that poz cum, Trev”, that turns him on and he slams his cock down on that instroke, “oh goooood …. Ahhhhhh … ahhhhhh”, I moan under my breath. I think Mike realizes it’s me this time though, because suddenly he’s more verbal, “Give me that poz load man … fuck me full, poz my ass”, over and over again. It’s so dirty and fucked up but it’s turning me on, “Owwwww… owwwwww… fuck that hurts!!”, and I see an almost evil grin take over Mike’s face. I blurt out, “Oh fuck yeah … give me that poz load Trev!”, Mike responds, “Yeah … FUCK YEA! FUCK YES! SO HOT! TAKING POZ LOADS!” Now I know he knows it’s me. He pushes harder against me, leaning over my back, I feel his sweat on my back, “Ready for that poz load?”, “Yeah … yeah”, “Ready for that poz load?”, he asks again. Instead of waiting for my answer, he just leans back up, and at this point he starts rabbit fucking me. He’s pressing down on my ass, going in and out in fast, quick strokes, the kind that will cause almost any top to lose his load. “He’s unmedicated”, I think, he must want to see me poz, “Fucking give it to me Trev … Give me that poz load!”. “FUCK YEA!”, I can hear Mike as if he’s speaking directly to me. Pre-cum is boiling out of me and going all over the place. Trevor is fucking me solid, I might not be hard, but I’m making a huge mess on this bed. "Oh yea, fuck me!" I moan, as his hard cock pushes and pulls from the quick jabs against my ass lips. Between those fast jabs he’s giving me, and a few solid thrusts mixed in, I can really feel his piercing. Right now he’s so far up my ass I think I might end up tasting his load when that thing goes off. His heavy balls smack again and again against my ass cheeks with a wet “(smack)” from each thrust. I don’t know how long it’s been since that gun last unloaded, but his nuts feel wet and heavy. His fucking is so intent; I have no doubt you can see it on his face, as if he’s concentrating on his performance. All I can do is pant and try to breathe, as he fucks that hot English cock into me. I feel his cock begin to swell even larger, as his balls work hard to fill me with large squirts of his deadly white, male seed. I know it’s insane, but I want this so bad, “POZ ME! Breed my ass Trev!”. “OHHHHHH … OHHH FUCK ... I’m close … ‘bout to cum … ‘bout to cum”, he says as his cock starts spewing his toxic load into me. I instantly feel the warmth of his poz swimmers painting the inside of my ass, as he fills me with an unmedicated poz spunk; my second unmedicated load ever. "OH FUCK YEA!!! FUCK!!!", he nearly screams as he dumps his load in me. I keep grinding my hips into him, wanting that cock to fill every inch of me with his bug, even when his hips stopped gyrating, and his cock seems spent. I love the feeling of his massive cock just resting there inside me. He leans down and lays nearly on top of me again, “So hot mate … you got my unmedicated load now”, and I know Mike can hear him saying this by the look on his face. I feel like everyone is watching us have our little moment, but I know everyone is actually busy fucking or being fucked; I’m pretty sure Mike knows what just happened, though. When Trevor slides out of me, I think, “I hope he fucked Mark’s cum in deep”, the words, “SO hot”, coming out of my mouth. “Fuck yea mate… love that hot ass”, his accent driving me wild every time he speaks. He moves around to the front of the bed, “Looks like you earned another one”, showing me his red wrist band as he walks off. I look over and two different men are fucking Mike and Jacob. I didn’t think Trevor fucked me for that long, but there are now 5 wrist bands in front of Mike and 4 in front of Jacob. I’m not sure how I missed all the action, but these guys have obviously been busy.

This is a fiction section, right? This story begins about 10 years ago. I've never been good at picking up girls, or guys for that matter. So, when my recent virtually sexless, long-term relationship ended, I was looking for something simple, easy, and no strings attached. I had never had any sexual encounters with men, at this point, but I had enjoyed some gay/ts porn. it wasn't a completely foreign idea for me, and it was beginning to look like a less complicated and easy way to get laid. So, at this point in time I've been sex-starved for as long as I can remember, and still reeling from breaking up with my ex, so it wasn't long before my curiousity had me signing up on a few online hook-up sites. I was also incredibly worried about running into somone i knew, so I was looking for guys 40 or older to avoid friends or acquaintences around my age. I quickly realized that most people loved 'chatting' about what they wanted to do or what you were interested in, but rarely would anyone follow through to meet. I did understand it was an easy forum to lie about yourselft, but I was very naive about how easy it was to take a poz load without knowing. As with most younger people, I was a bit insecure about myself from a physical standpoint. At 5'6" 150-160lbs, I wasn't a hard body, but I was by no means hideous. i've always looked quite young for my age. Even though I was 25, people rarely thought i was older than 19-20. I had dark hair, blue-eyes and a pretty clean-cut look and style. I guess I gave off an impression of being innocent from my looks and mannerisms, but it wasn't a completely accurate representation, beyond the fact that a 25-year-old has a lot to learn. What began as a novelty, quickly grew. Within a month I had joined three online sites. I really enjoyed looking at the pictures and reading the profiles, but I remained hands-off, otherwise. Slowly, i started to contact profiles I found interesting. I quickly realized people like to talk about meeting and never actually meet - even if interested. I was quite anxious about having my first experience. By this point, I've been fantasizing about it nearly everyday. After a couple months, I finally found somoene interested in meeting. He was tall, a bit gawky looking and had a 7inch average width cock. I was rock-hard and oozing pre-cum as i sucked on his cock - I enjoyed it much more than having my own cock sucked. Beside the fact it was my first gay experience, it was pretty basic. He asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom, and i replied that i'd like to feel it without one for my first time. He ate my ass a bit before sliding inside me. He was careful, because he knew it was my first time. I enjoyed it but I did not stay hard as he fucked me. I was too focused on the first cock spreading me open. It felt really good, but i forgot to get myself off. As he got close, i asked him to tell me when he was cumming. I couldn't feel it inside me, but when he pulled out I loved the warm sensation as it seeped out over my balls as i lay prone on my bed. While it was enjoyable, I felt a bit short-changed. My thirst was not quenched, you could say. I was still a bit scared about hooking up with random men, though. Shortly after that first experience, I will admit to flaking out on a hook-up. His cock was really big and i was a bit scared. It's unfortunate, because he's one of those guys i'd love to hook-up with now, but the bridge was burned a long time ago. Shortly after this I began chatting with a nice guy in m4sn. I cannot remember his exact age, but he was 15-20 years older. He had blue eyes, a shaved head and a toned body that requires dedication to a gym. We talked about the normal stuff trying to see if our wants were complimentary. I was a bit in disbelief such a hot guy was interested. I was not out-of-shape, but I wasn't toned either. As i said before, i was a bit naive about online hook-ups. He mentioned my profile said 'anything goes.' I had no idea what some of the terms meant beside their obvious dictionary meaning. I mentioned that I was quite new to all of this and asked if I had misunderstood something. He told me he wasn't 100% sure of the meaning either. we chatted some more about what we would like to do. I said i was only interested in bottoming and that I didn't like kissing, and he was vers but did not mind only topping. he asked if i had ever been tied up, and if i'd mind having my hands bound. I said that sounds like it could be really hot. His profile also mentioned 'anything goes' as a preference. He listed himslef as negative, but for using condoms his respons was 'no preference.' As we chatted, he also said he was disease free. I don't think we ever chatted about condom use. I was too distracted. He was very sexy. We planned a hook-up after chatting for a while. He lived in A^2/Yspsi area, so it was a very short drive for me. I was extremely nervous. My heart was racing the entire drive. My cock was rock hard and I wouldn't be surprised if I had a wet spot on my pants when I entered his apartment building. A quiet, unassuming and niver person opened the door. We awkwardly chatted in his living room, until the conversation lead us to the bedroom. He asked me if I wanted to be tied up, and I siad yes. I quickly shed my clothes and hopped on his bed. He sat down next to me asn asked if i was experienced, and whether I preferred to use condoms. I said that I had very few experiences and that i prefered my partner to use a condom. I joked that my reasoning was because it felt the same for me either way. I obviously told a little white lie. I had only hooked up one time, and i asked him for fuck my bareback. I genuinely wanted it bare my first time, but i was way too scared to make it a regular thing. In my mind, i decided i would use condoms after that initial experience. As he took off his clothes, i noticed he has a large tattoo of something on his upper body. At first, i didn't try to recognize what it was. Soon, i realized it was a very large scorpion tattoo. Although i didn't say anything, I thought briefly thought about what it could possibly mean - quickly shrugging off the obvious as paranoia. During this short conversation, he pulled out some rope and lube. I got into position on my back with my arms bound by rope to each bedpost. He positioned himself between my legs pressing his hard cock between us. i could feel it's warmth as i lay acrose my once-used little hole. He slid it slowly up and down between my crack sometimes pressing it against me with more force - it felt amazing. This went on for a while. I was looking up at him with my arms tied, enjoying everything he was doing. He then grabbed some lube and put some on a finger or two and started working them into me. I was very inexperienced and even one finger made me hurt a bit. I still hadn't completely relaxed when he started to push his unlubed cock into my little hole. it hurt quite a bit, and he didn't even get inside me. I told him that he needed lube. I was a little scared, since i was tied up at this time. He grabbed some lube and put a liberal amount on his cock - probably too much, but good for a beginner. I didn't even think to ask him to put a condom on, even though we had just talked about it. At some point while he was fucking me I asked him not to cum inside me. He push my legs back as far as they could stretch and slowly pressed his thick cock into me. It wasn't huge, but it was a nice thickness and length. It was a perfect cock. i loved the shape. the head was a bit larger, and it was really hard. I definitely like the harder ones more than the big spongy ones. It hurt quite a bit. I thought it was be easier the 2nd time, but i guess he was alot thicker than the first person i hooked up with. He slowly slid the full-lenght of his cock in and out of my aching asshole. i was starting to get worried that this was going to be all pain. We were staring into each others eyes most of the time and i was getting a much better look at his tattoo as he hovered over me. I started to finally relax after a minute or two of slowly taking his the full length of his cock. He must have noticed a different look on my face, as i started to enjoy it. He quickened his pace a bit, and i started to really enjoy it. The countour of his rock hard cock felt amazing. Then he slowly leaned down toward me and we started kissing. I wasn't sure i'd like it, but it was nice. He asked why i kissed him if i didn't like kissing. i said that it felt good while being fucked well. He continued to fuck me; playing with my cock. Keeping me hard was not difficult. After a while he force my legs further back and in the air and started pounding me. I had never been fucked like this before, and i was really enjoying it. He was ramming his thick cock into me as hard as he could and looking into my eyes. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. Soon he let my legs down and re-lubed my cock and played with it as he fucked with good pace from his new position. My body was so overstimulated, i wasn't going to last long with him playing with my cock. I was pulling with quite a bit of force on my bidnings. I felt my orgasm rising as I tried to prolong the build up as long as I could. Soon I started cumming. It was so strong and lasted for so long, that at the peak i started to see bright lights in my vision. It may have only been a few seconds, but it felt like a minure or more of my cock convulsing and cumming. He kept stroking me as i came. i couldn't stop the overstimulation. I thought I was going to pass out. I can only assume he knew i came - it had to be obvious. There were rope marks etched into my skin from how hard i was pulling on my bindings. Not long after i came, he told me he was ready. I asked him to pull out and cum on me. Unless he had cum previously, i'm fairly sure he did as i asked. I felt his warm streams of cum lace all the way up my chest. I still remember him looking down and saying something like, "Well, looks like we need to clean you up." I used his shower and coudln't believe how loose and open my hole was. It was incredibly hot to the touch and felt like it couldn't be my body. We chatted again not long after this meeting and scheduled another 'playdate.' However, when i showed up for our 2nd meeting, he was not home. in hindsight, i think he felt guilty aobut not telling me his status. i didn't understand. we had a great time, and we both were interested in meeting again. I drove home a bit disappointed. I caught up with him online and he said he was sorry and that he'd like to meet, if i was stil linterested. After probably the best orgasm i will ever experience, i was willing to look over some minor problem, LoL! We arranged to meet again, and this time he was home. As we got to the room, i mentioned the fact that i didn't get to suck on his cock last time. He thought that was amusing. we both got onthe bed and started to suck on each others cocks. I really liked the taste of the pre-cum oozing from his beautiful-looking cock. Being inexpereinced, i couldn't deep-throat him, while he could swallow my entire length in his warm mouth. His above-average length made it difficult. After a bit, he moved me into position to be tied up, like last time. He had upgraded his 'rope.' These new binding were something from a sex shop and not a harware store this time. it was much softer. He was a little less concerned stretching me out as he worked his cock into me a little quicker this time. again, i was a bit worried about it feeling being painful. I think he was really getting off on breaking me in, because as he quickened the pace he stopped and was a bit worried about cumming too soon. I'm still not sure if he came in me while fucking me either time. Like the previous time he got me off while pounding my tight little ass. it felt so amazing again, although not as powerful the first time. He kept pounding away at me as i stared into his eyes and at his tattoo - still not knowing what it meant. He had a look on his face that reminded me of someone who has done something wrong, but hasn't been found out yet. I don't know if he asked me where he should cum or if i asked him to cum inside me - either way, i probably would have, if i didn't. I could tell he was getting close and i tried to squeeze his cock with the rhythm of his forceful fucking.... Soon he was pressing deep inside me as he came. I loved it. A while after that, we hadn't chat or hooked up. i did receive an email from him. I had come home fromt he bar in an inebriated state and was a bit surprised by the content of the email. he said that he was poz and had never done anything like this before etc etc... i deleted the email and it became a lost drunken memory. I also lost he password to that account and it's associated online profiles on the hook-up sites. I still didn't learn about biohazard tats and the like for many years. Something clicked a while back and realized i was likely stealthed 10 years ago. I have no idea if the current drugs that are so effective were available in 2005, let alone if he was on them. a few years ago when i realized all of this, i was very anxious about it, but i have never been tested. now, i don't even think about it. Before i had sex with men, i never use condoms with girls either, so I guess i am not surprised i like raw cock. If this fictional story sounds familiar and you lived in fictional ann arbor/ypsilanti in 2005 - look me up, fictionally.

For me it is implied.when a guy fucks me bareback I assume he will cum in my ass. Actually that is the only way for me. Never pull out