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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.

“Wakey, wakey little bro” I said slapping my semi-conscious brother across his face. He blinked slowly as his eyes began to open fully, staring up at my grinning face before realising he couldn’t move properly, swivelling to his left then right and seeing that he was naked and that his legs and arms were outstretched with his ankles tied to his wrists and in turn fastened somewhere off the sides of the bed he was lying on. He couldn’t say anything because he was wearing a ball gag and the full realisation of his predicament was sinking in. He was totally naked and his smooth ass and cunt hole were totally exposed. He tried to say something into the ball gag and I laughed, “What’s that little bro?” I asked, “You say you’re looking forward to this afternoon, that’s good little bro” I replied, talking over his struggling and clearly angry tirade. I slapped his face hard again and he immediately stopped, looking up with tears welling in his eyes. “That’s better you little cunt” I said looking down at him sternly, “You need to learn some respect” He also noticed now that I too was naked, standing before him with my fat cock dangling limply between my legs. “I guess you’re wondering why I’ve got you tied naked to my bed, hey little bro?” I asked him. He stared up at me and said nothing, “Well it’s a bit of story really and begins with me finding out that you’ve been secretly filming me in my room for the last year.” I watched my brother’s reaction and it was of a guy with sudden dawning realisation that he’d been caught doing wrong and was probably going to have to pay for it. Of course, he didn’t yet know how. “So imagine my surprise when one of my buds rings me up to tell me he’s seen a video clip on a porn site of a guy getting his cunt fucked, who looked a lot like me”, I continued on, “It turns out there wasn’t just one clip either, but a few, all with a title saying ‘My bro getting pozzed’”, I stopped for more reaction but my brother knew he was in trouble now and just stared up at me looking scared. “Well I decided to check out my room and guess what I found”, holding up a small black cube, “A fucking camera, actually, three fucking cameras.” “Well little bro, I thought two could play at this and I set a couple up in your room, only one of mine was pointed at your computer so I could see what your password was” I said grinning, “IFUCKBOYS; that was quite interesting. I didn’t know you were gay as well little bro but then I saw you and your hot friend making out while you both watched me getting cock”. My brother was listening intently but he couldn’t do anything except stare up, still with tears in his eyes. “So you like seeing your big bro getting dick, that right, you little shit?” I asked, slapping him again. “You know, I should really thank you” I said stepping back and sitting on the end of the bed next to him, “I did actually want some record of my conversion and you filmed it for me. I don’t think you knew at the time, but I had four toxic guys come and use me a few months ago and you captured the whole thing. How they all took turns raping my cunt and loading me with HIV poz cum. You filmed my conversion.” I said, placing a hand on his smooth six pack stomach. “Remember when I got ill a month ago and was sick for a week. Mum thought I had the flu, which I did, but it was fuck flu, and now I’m poz and I’m very toxic right now too” I said grinning down at him and stroking his naked skin. “So little bro, I’m gonna help you out” I started, “I’ve invited the same four poz guys back round and we’re going to rape your neg cunt all night. We’re going to convert you too, because you want it don’t you little bro?” I finished, staring into his eyes and gripping his cock. He began to shake and I could see terror in his eyes but his dick was swelling in my hand and I knew somewhere in his head he was turned on, “You like that don’t you” I said squeezing his cock. I turned to the door and called, “Hey guys”. My brother looked up at the door as it opened and in walked four familiar and totally naked guys, sporting a variety of builds and semi-hard cocks from large to lethal looking. “Little bro, let me introduce you to Aleksy, Joe, Ethan and Rob” I said. The four guys were a bit of a mix of build but all were athletic to muscular, with Rob, the most standout of them all; black, muscular, tattooed and clearly massive in the cock department. Even limp it was lethal looking. Ethan was perhaps slightly more emaciated than athletic looking, and had some bruising to his skin, which was because he had Aids. I knelt up on the bed with my cock slowly rising and each guy stepped up for a kiss and a cock fondle, which I made sure my sibling could see clearly. “Well boys, this is Matthew my little bro and the shit who needs to be taught a lesson.” I said with an evil grin. Matt looked at me and continued to shake a little before realising each guy behind me was also looking down at him with a look of utter lust and desire to rape him. “Now I reckon you boys should do to him what you did to me and in the order we discussed.” I said winking at them, before stepping up off the bed and reaching for a video camera. “And don’t worry bro, I’m going to film the whole thing so I can sell you’re rape and conversion to a porn site.” With that, Aleksy, the first of the four studs moved forward to the bed and climbed on, his fat dick dangling semi erect. Aleksy was Polish with a nice muscular body and short dark hair. I’d met him online and we’d fucked plenty. He was totally top but could be a dirty shit, which I loved very much. He didn’t waste any time in grabbing my bros now erect dick and squeezing it hard so we could hear an intake of air through the ball gag, before leaning down and rimming out Matt’s unprotected ass hole. I was capturing the action by the side of my brother and would focus on his expression, which right now and considering his predicament, was one of pleasure, as Aleksy kept forcing his tongue into my bros cunt, squeezing and wanking his cock. It wasn’t long before my bro received his first cock of the day as Akeksy forced his now eight inch fat dick roughly into Matt who was clearly in some discomfort not having time to adjust. Very soon Aleksy was fucking my bro hard and deep while the other guys stood round wanking their dicks. I got plenty of close ups of cock in cunt and of Matt’s face as he had clearly begun to enjoy this, possibly forgetting the deadly load he was about to receive. For the next twenty odd minutes my bro was relentlessly fucked with Aleksy occasionally gripping his neck, squeezing and then spitting in his face. The look on my sibling’s face was exquisite because he couldn’t prevent any of it. Finally, I knew Aleksy was close and got the camera right in as he slowed and began groaning loudly before pumping the first toxic load into my brother’s negative cunt. I also noticed Matt was suddenly back to reality and realising what was happening as his eyes went from a look of pleasure to terror. He clearly liked the fucking but wasn’t yet happy about the toxic ending. As Aleksy pulled out, I zoomed in on my bros ravaged cunt hole which was now seeping cum. “Joe, get in there and lick that out for me” I instructed as the next stud, a six foot four inch, athletically built and shaved headed guy was on the bed and kneeling at my bros exposed hole in an instant, licking out the dripping cum. I wanked my own cock as I filmed it, “Let me taste Joe” I said as he turned to me, grinning, with cum on his lips and face. We kissed quickly and he pushed the felched splooge into my mouth. I swallowed it all as Joe spat some on his nice fat seven inch cock and lined up to fuck Matt. Joe raped my bro for a good half an hour and clearly my brother was now beginning to come to terms with his predicament because he was clearly now enjoying being fucked. When Joe eventually let out a loud and lengthy groan, I knew he was dumping a huge load. Joe was a heavy cummer and sure enough as I zoomed in again, the cum practically squirted out my brother’s cunt hole, now nicely stretched and red raw. It was Ethan’s turn next, the emaciated Aid’s riddled breeder. My bro eyed him with clear trepidation but Ethan didn’t waste the cum dripping out, he too went down for a felch and not bothering to ask, I went in too and was rewarded with a nice mouth full of the fresh splooge. Ethan’s cock was long, thin and bruised but was soon ravaging my brothers hole. The sweat was pouring off the pair of them and with Rob still side lined and wanking his enormous nine inch shaft, he knelt next to Ethan and licked off his sweat before they kissed hard. Joe couldn’t hold back either and was kneeling by the side of the bed, wanking my brother as he was being fucked before turning to me and sucking my cock as I filmed on. Soon, Ethan too ejaculated into my brother, “Ah little bro, your first Aid’s load” I cried as the other guys laughed. My brother’s expression was harder to work out now, it looked very much like he was happy to have received it. I could have been wrong, “You know what guys, I reckon the dumb little fuck slut is starting to enjoying this now” Ethan pulled out of Matt’s hole and stood up so that Rob could finally get at my brothers red raw cunt. Rob had been waiting a long time now and didn’t want to delay, he simply fingered out some of the cum in my brother’s hole, smeared It on his cock and then rammed it fully into his hole. We all heard the scream, even with a ball gag on, it couldn’t muffle my brothers discomfort and laughing again, we watched as Rob power-drived nine inches of BBC into my young brothers ravaged hole. Matt was in clear discomfort having never had something so big inside him and Rob was intent on tearing his ass hole as we noticed a few trickles of blood now dripping out. Joe was getting me close as I continued to film as best as I could and capturing the power of Rob as he fucked my brother, which was awe-inspiring. The whole bed was shaking as he continued to force his massive tool into Matt, a pleasure I have experienced many times. I knew I was close now, “Rob, hold up” I said through gritted teeth and pulling free of Joe, I knelt up on the bed and while I filmed, Joe may made me cum, with a few last strokes by hand and so that I shot my load onto Rob’s exposed cock, “Some more lube” I groaned. Rob grinned and continued to fuck my brother, pushing my cum into my siblings hole. Finally, Rob let out a deep guttural growl and slowed as he pumped yet another toxic load into my brother as the sweat dripped off them, spreading over the entire bed. My brother was clearly in some distress but that didn’t bother me at all. Knowing he was being knocked up was much more important. To be continued……………….

Chapter 1: By the time I was 23 I had become quite a cum slut. I couldn’t seem to get enough cock and cum inside me, I would hook up with younger guys, older guys – I had to have cock. Before that It took me all of about a year to go from just being a bareback bottom to full on bug chasing and I wanted a man to convert me. I’ve always barebacked. I think bare is the only way I men should fuck, and I was getting fucked a lot -- especially right before I converted. To a point, I mostly didn’t think a lot about getting infected, I just wanted to take loads from as many guys as I could and occasionally share mine. The anonymous encounters were the best and always got my cock squirting. Then something happened that had not happened before, one of my favorite fuck buds informed me that he had just tested positive for HIV. I didn’t react badly, to be honest, we wound up talking on the phone and in person about it. We were pretty close for fuckbuds and one thing led to another … he fucked me and stayed the night, neither of us seemed to care. We had been chasing HIV, we weren’t dumb, and so it wasn’t entirely a surprise when one of us tested poz. I even created a profile on BBRT with a status of 'Positive' and began exclusively hooking up with guys whose status was listed as 'Positive', 'Undetectable', or 'Not sure'. The versatile 'Not sure' guys were my favorite guilty pleasure. Sure enough at some point, one of the many loads of cum I took, maybe even the one of the ones from my fuck bud, sealed the deal for me. I remember the day I got the news. Since the time my fuck bud told me he tested poz I had tried to mentally prepare myself for those words, I had been having a lot of bareback sex with him and lots of other guys, and I thought to myself, 'I guess you got what you wanted. Now you’re a poz cum slut'. To some it might seem perverted but I boned up when I got the call about my test results. The nurse confirmed it and, of course, the doctor, who I thought was kind of hot, wanted me to come back in to discuss treatment. I honestly had a raging hard-on the entire time he talked to me, and while part of me hoped he didn’t notice, part of me hoped he did. Anyhow, he told me that day that my viral load was very high, in fact it was almost one million. He also told me my viral load might well continue to rise for a while, and I should avoid sexual contact, as there was a substantial risk that at this point, more than down the line, that I would infect any guys with whom I played. I got back to my car, a little sweaty, head spinning, and realized I was incredibly turned on; I’d had a lot of sex chasing this bug and testing poz just now was the result of that. I was just 23 years old, and I was HIV+. An evil grin crossed my face, I knew that a lot of other men, hopefully, would end up HIV+ at the firing end of this boy’s rock hard dick. I jacked off right there in the hospital parking lot. Sweaty, tired and covered in poz cum, I took off my shirt, wiped up the mess, and drove home. (The backstory ... I decided to create a new story ... more chapters to follow soon, hope you guys enjoy)

While visiting the Netherlands as a tourist, I took the train from Amsterdam to The Hague as I wanted to see the sights of the city, including a museum or two, but, as I got off the train and was walking into the city center, I passed an adult sex shop. Each window was plastered with the words 'The Maze', so I took a detour, entered the shop, learned there was a maze and some adult videos in the back of the store, so I paid the eight Euro entrance fee, rented a locker where I stored my coat and bag, and then entered the back of the "Maze." It really wasn't a maze but rather was an odd layout of several rooms with doors which could be locked. Two of the rooms contained sofas, and one of the rooms contained a television screen on which gay porn was playing. Another room was pitch dark, and contained only a chair. There was also a small cinema which showed straight porn on a large screen. This room also featured a half wall in the back as well as three glory hole rooms off to the side of this room. A very small cinema room also came off this room, as did a somewhat larger gay cinema room which contained two sofas. A glory hole room came off the main cinema, as did two private rooms situated at the rear of the room. Overall it was a really nice set up for activity. Entering the largest of the gay cinemas, I saw a middle aged guy standing at the back of the room. He was stroking his nice-sized cock. I thought he was reasonably attractive so I dropped to my knees in front of him and began to suck on his dick, which quickly grew rock hard. As I did so, a very, very tall, slender, attractive older man in his 50's joined us, presenting his very long, thick, uncut Dutch cock just inches from my face. I switched cocks and began to suck on the second Dutch guy, who, I noticed, was dressed in a sport coat and dress pants, and to be honest, his attire struck me as somewhat out of place, as I got the impression he had just stopped in after attending church. Which maybe he had, but whatever the case, his long cock was delicious. I sucked on him for about five minutes, occasionally switching back to the original guy, but the tall Dutch guy's cock was so much of a turn on he got most of my attention. After about five minutes of sucking the tall Dutch guy, he said something to me in Dutch, which, of course, I didn't understand, so I replied in English, "Sorry. I don't speak Dutch." He laughed and took hold of my hand and pulled me back to one of the small dark rooms in the back of the cinema. As I entered the room, he began to feel my ass through my pants. Great! He wanted to fuck me. I undid my pants, stepped out of them and laid them on the chair that was in the corner. I turned, bent over and braced myself on the chair. I had a tube of lube in my pocket, as well as some poppers, so I retrieved both, took a hit of poppers and handed him the lube. He spat on my hole a few times, played with my hole a bit, added some more spit and then lubed me, pressing his cock head against my hole and forcing his way in. He was so tall the angle of alignment was a bit difficult for us, but after a couple of tries his cock slid into my ass. Then, without giving any time to adjust, he commenced giving me a good hard fucking. The sounds of our activities attracted a few onlookers who stood in the doorway and watched us fuck. About five or six minutes of power-fucking, the tall Dutch guy withdrew from my ass, pulled up his trousers and left the room. I knew he hadn't cum, so I assumed he had had his fill of my ass - at least for the time being. One of the guys who had been watching from the doorway immediately took the place of the tall guy. I hadn't really gotten a good look at him to see who was now occupying my hole, but his cock felt great. He fucked me for only about four minutes and then groaned, emptying his load into my ass. Once he had finally filled my ass with his load and had withdrawn from my hole, I finally catch a glimpse of him. He looked to be in his mid 50s, somewhat stocky and hairy. He also had an uncut, six inch cock, which naturally was quite cummy, so I bent over and licked his cock clean. Afterwards I pulled myself together and left to explore the other rooms. I was walking down the narrow hallway towards the straight cinema. As I passed one of the three small private room off the hallway I could see one was occupied by a tall figure who was standing in the shadowy corner. Stepping into the room, I was able to get a better look at him. He appeared to be in his late 50s, or perhaps in his early 60s. I could also see he was very tall, as it seemed are most Dutch men. I also saw his zipper was down and his long, limp cock was protruding. I closed and latched the door, taking a seat on the chair. He immediately stepped in front of me, placing his limp cock to my lips. I sucked him all the way down into the back of my throat, giving him long, complete strokes with my tongue and lips, pleasuring his cock as I massaged his balls. Moaning and groaning in pleasure, he spewed dirty comments to me in Dutch. His cock, meanwhile, quickly engorged, and as it turned out, not only was he a fast grower, he was also a fast cummer: once he was fully erect, he ejaculated a load into my mouth. We went from limp to cumming in under three minutes. After he filled my mouth with his load, in typical straight man fashion he quickly zipped up and left the booth and the store. His departure behavior strongly suggested he was a straight guy. I again went to the main gay cinema. Two guys were sucking each other while laying on the leather sofas. Another guy was in one of the private rooms behind the room. I stepped into the private room that he was in and felt his crotch. Under his Levis he was hard, so I undid his belt, unzipped his fly, and pulled out what appeared to be a six inch uncut dick, giving him a vigorous suck. To my pleasure his cock grew to be a bit longer than six inches, as well as quite thick. Moving under his cock, I licked and sucked his balls, whereupon he turned and put his ass to my face. I did the scratch and sniff test and he seemed to pass. So, I fully spun him around and began to lick and munch on his hole. He didn't want me to fuck him, but definitely enjoyed my tongue in his hole. Finally he turned and slapped his cock on my face. I opened my mouth and his cock slid up into my mouth. I sucked furiously on his cock, until he groaned and blew his cum into my mouth. I pulled down some paper towels from the dispenser, we both cleaned up, he left and I went back to the straight cinema where I found two guys making out while laying on the sofa. I also noticed one of the glory hole doors closed, so I entered the adjoining booth which contained two glory holes, one on each side. Peaking through the hole I got a glimpse of a nice looking guy in his early 50s. Not surprisingly he was stroking his cock through his trousers. I went down on my knees, fingered the hole, and waited. Unzipping, he moved up to the glory hole and presented his partially hard cock. I feverishly licked, sucked and worshiped his ample cock. He was rock hard in just moments. Pre-cum was already squirting from his cock so I knew he wouldn't take long before he blew. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked. "Yes," he replied. I stood, turned, dropped my pants, bent over, grabbing the folding chair to brace myself as he spit on my ass and then slid into me in one, quick thrust. I didn't get the chance to even take a hit of poppers as I was struggling to remain in the right position, as he fucked me hard and fast. Within moments, he let out a growl as he filled my ass with his load. Afterwards we both cleaned up as best we were able. Then he was off and out the door of the shop. At this point I had spent about ninety minutes at the shop, so I left to visit the sight seeing places of interests that I had originally planned to see, making it to the Royal Palace, the Parliament Building, the Mauritshuis Museum, and a few other sites, but by far the best part of the day were the cocks and loads I took when my visit to the Hague began.

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

This story only gets better with each chapter.

my cock got so hard reading this story

Fucking HOT!!!

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.

I hope we get a second sex party where Kevin is purposely trying to convert and take more loads than he did at this one. Hot writing! Keep it up

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.

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."

Super hot! please keep it up!

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

Part 2 Nick was terafied of what was still to come and the horror only grew when he started hearing zippers unzip. "Hope you guys dont mind but im gonna add my load to the mix first" he then aligned his cock to nicks hole and went balls deep first thrust. nick screamed into the gag "oh dont worry this is pay back for standing us up now your ours until we say other wise and were going to make sure to really take our time fucking this hole up!" He continued to destroy nicks hole each whimper made him thrust harder. Another guy picked up the "lube" "ahhhh this must be that special lube John was talking about" he opened it walking to nicks face "your going to learn what its like to be a real cum slut" he then started pooring the cum lube all over nicks face and around his face so no matter where he tried to move he has a face full of cum. "Whats wrong i thought you love cum? I thought you wanted to drown in it isnt that what you said?" He grabed nicks hair picking up his head. He dipped his cock in the puddle of cum and started smeering it all over nicks face "im going to paint your face with this cum untill its my turn" he kept painting his face grabbing more cum smearing it all over including in his nose "yeah you smell that? Get used to it thats all your going to know for now on" the first guy by this time was ready to blow his load shoved all the way to the balls and mixed his seed to the collection "fuck that was worth the wait hope you agree." The second guy who was smearing cum all over his face started to line up to his ass when the third guy tried to get in the way "come on you had fun with his face let me in here" no the second guy said how about you just fuck him with me im sure hes slick enough for two right?" Fine the third guy said and crawled under nick "holy shit hes wearing a condom! And its full! Over flowing!" The fourth guy butted in "hey i have an idea" he pulled the condom off grabed nicks face. "Open up" he said and squezzed his cheeks forcing his mouth open. Then he poured the condom in emptieng it and shoving the gag back in forcing him to taste his own cum. "Now to put it back on" he put the condom back on his still hard dripping dick ready to be filled up again. "Thats fucking hot" the third guy said. Then he lined his cock up and shoved it in looking in the eyes as another cock penetrated him. The second guy lined up and started to push his way in. "Fuck hes tight this is going to feel amazing!" Nick screaming and fighting with all his might couldnt stop this attack on his ass. The second guy was now compleatly in and couldnt hold back any more and just started fucking like a jack rabbit! Tearing nicks hole apart before you know it hes filled with 2 more loads! "Fuck that was hot think im going to stick around for another load" the 3rd guy still hard kept fucking the loads around not letting up. As the 4th guy lined up there was a nock at the door. To be continued

Love dirty old men?Tongue bath time ?

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.”

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

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

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

"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. ***

I fucked around with Trey Maddox and Steve Wiley at one of the Camp Palm Springs monthly bareback parties, but that was before they did any HDK movies (it was actually the first time they met). I had a room with a sling at Camp Palm Springs that night but unfortunately it was located in a low traffic area. Eventually, Trey Maddox came into my room and we flip fucked at first, but realized that both of us were in the mood to get fucked, so we left the door open with one of us in the sling and the other on the bed (we agreed to switch places every half hour or so). A few guys looked in as they walked by, but none stayed. We were about to head down to the pool area when Steve Wiley walked in the room and took turns fucking both of us for awhile. When he needed a break, he went down to the pool area and sent several guys up to my room to fuck Trey and myself. Almost non stop over the next 3 or 4 hours, there were guys in the room taking turns fucking us raw and dropping their loads in our hungry holes, including Steve who came back a few times. A couple of years later, I hooked up with Trey again at the Coral Sands motel in Hollywood. I ran into Steve at several of the monthly bareback parties at Camp Palm Springs and he would usually fuck me at least once before the party was done (I even fucked him a couple of times).

*** Entering his opulent white and gold bedroom, Riggs flipped on a classical CD and led me to a full-length mirror near the bay windows. It was late outside, the night clear. The streets were empty with most window dark. Save for the flashing of the Bar X sign, there was no movement in the city. On the dresser, he found a jeweled box. From it he pulled out two small, black suction cups. "Get them good and wet." I salivated all over them. The music rose around me, engulfed me in warmth and brilliant light. He turned me around and licked one of my nipples. Goosebumps erupted across my chest, arms, neck. Riggs licked the other one. He squeezed out the air of one of the suction cups, placed it on the nipple, and then did the same with the second. The suction felt like someone giving me a hickey, unrelenting. I gently pulled at them to get them to intensify the draw. He slid behind me, close enough so I felt his bulging cock press inside my thighs. I instinctively clenched by butt cheeks to grab his bulge. "Good boy," he responded, "there's performance potential for you yet." I looked at us in the mirror and liked what I saw. "Maybe more potential than can be contained on a stage. Still feeling good?” "Or bad," I suggested, nuzzling my butt back against him. He ran fingers lightly over my abs, and flicked the black cups. I ground my ass cheeks back and forth over the crusted yellow stain I felt behind me. "I feel good. Thank you, Sir. Sensual. Open. Like anything you'd want to do I'd let you,” I said, trying out ideas and trying phrases I was allowed to call him. “Anything Pig Rigg wants." "You get the picture, don't you?" he breathed, then stuck his tongue in my ear. "Secret of performance: Show, don't tell. Do you like the music?" "It's the most beautiful music I've ever heard." I started undulating into him. "You know in the play you'll have to be naked at times. Are you comfortable with that?” I nodded beginning to slip out of my jock strap letting my hardon slap my stomach. "No, boy, leave it on. Show me how the music moves you." Before I could get to it, he pulled up my jock, feeling my erection again before pushing it down. I started swaying to the low bass strings, following wherever it led around the bedroom, letting it show me how to move. Interpreting rhythm and melody, watching my host carefully, interpreting what he would enjoy me doing next. Wordlessly, instinctively, directing me as he sat at the edge of the bed. I moved to him, bent over, rubbing his crotch with my butt. He let two fingers run through my crack and sniffed. "Oh, you filthy child," he said, upright on the bed. "You have the hairiest bubble butt I've ever seen. When was the last time you washed that crack?" It wasn't a question but a direction I understood. Slowly I crawled on the bed, facing him, spread my cheeks apart and started rutting on top his yellow stain, wiping whatever was exciting him with my scent, pushing his shoulders down so he was prone. The grunge of my asshole, over and over, rubbed against his the yellow stain. I raised my arms and slow bent down, first my right then left, to let him smell my stink. He licked both pits hungrily, uttering low moans of lust. I felt his tits for the first time, and knew if my dick hadn't been restricted I would have shot my wad right there. I told him what beautiful utters he had, that I wanted utters like his. I asked if I could suck them. Of course, he answered. I backed off his bulge a bit to get into a position on all fours, and noticed where I'd rubbed, his crotch was now streaked brown. He notice too. "You gutter trash, look what you did," he said, pleased. "Suck my tits, pigboy." I dove down on his chest and sucked like a nursing pig. While suckling on one, I played with the other. "Harder, alley boy," he cried, "these tits are indestructible. They connect straight to my cock and make me want to fuck your shitty hole." He ripped the cups off my nipple, flung me to my side. "Let's see. Yes. Lovely!" I looked down and what were always flat tiny tits, were now small mounds of flesh Riggs could hold on to. He tossed me on my back, and knelt over me, drinking me in, admiring even the smallest of changes he'd already made in me. As he crouched over me, he rutted my restrained cock against his pants. A little stain of precum wet his crotch. My hands found their way back to his nipples, pushing myself up to sitting, my mouth soon followed. While sucking him, he stroked my hair, and I emanated my own moans like a hungry piglet greedy for its supper. He reached down and put two fingers between my legs, rubbing the taint between my balls and hole. He was going to get me to cum without even stroking my cock. He pulled open my jock, fondled my hardened cock, gave me several strokes, and quickly pushed it straight down again. I was annoyed and frustrated since more than anything I wanted to be naked for him, naked with him, feeling him, skin on skin. His delaying my desires only made them stronger. It caused my erection to push out the fabric straining ever harder. He was playing me. I was his instrument succumbing to his every wordless direction. He paused, looked at his clock, thought. He raised us both off the bed, guiding us to his full length mirror. "Look at you," he said. I saw perspiration beaded on my forehead, a trickle of sweat running down from my pits down my flanks. "Could you be like this in front of an audience? People watching you, thrilling to how you're turning yourself on, and them on, at the same time?" "Yes, if you guided me, put me through my paces. I know I could, Sir.” I nuzzled my head back against his shoulder. He ran his hand over my neck and reached down to my tits, pulling on each one. "It might not be what you expected, but I can lead you where I know you want to go. I can tell already the direction isn't what you set out for, and we'll need to go much, much further, find your limits and then go well beyond them. I have friends, many friends, that can help you. One in particular." I could feel him pressing up behind me, his fully erect penis pressing against his fabric. I reached around and gave his girth a strong squeeze. Nothing felt as good as that moment, feeling him lust for my ass as I was hungry for his cock. I push down his waist band and felt his hardon pop up, making a wet sound of precum slap against my balls. I instinctive arched my back and use his cock to glide along my ass. "You've never been fucked, have you, David?" I shook my head against him. "Let's slow down," he said, tilting my pelvis out of an arch and stepping out of his drawstrings. He slid his hand under my pits, wiping a trail of sweat down my torso and finally slipped off my jock. I felt relaxed in his arms, not frantic as a moment before. My cock at last freed and erect to show him how much he aroused me. He walked us a few steps over to the bay windows. We stopped at the center glass. He pushed me forward so I had to prop myself against the frame. He began grinding his cock between my legs. I was wet from sweat and his copious precum. I could feel his cockhead getting larger than before, to the point where he was almost at the point of not being able to stop. He whispered in my ear, "Wave." Looking back at him and then following his gaze down, I saw the tenement figure I had been spying on in the dining room, unmistakably looking up at us. "Say hello to you future manager. Say hello to Mr. X."

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.

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.

I was really getting into my sucking and he noticed by the bulge in my pants. He told me to stop sucking and take off my clothes down to my cute little panties. I did as I was told. I still could not believe I was allowing this dirty old man to control me like this. It was not just the fact that he could tell my secret to the rest of the family but it also got me insanely horny. After I was undressed down to my panties he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into the bedroom and laid down on his back and pushed my head right back down on his cock. I had never had such a huge cock and had zero deep throating skills at all. He was determined to get his cock as far down my throat as he could. He repeatedly forced my head down on his cock and made me gag and choke. I thought he was going to kill me with it, I could not catch my breath there was drool and slop everywhere it was making my eyes tear up and he was loving every minute. He just kept laughing and saying you will learn to take my entire cock down that throat or die trying. At that point he kind of laid off the momentum on his cock and let me ease my pace back to one I could handle. I realized then he was starting to put his focus in other areas. while I continued to do my best sucking his cock he started to rub my ass and grab it and push his fingers along my crack. It felt incredible through my satin panties, my cock was harder than it had ever been before, I was starting to get dizzy from the intensity. He started to zero in on and play more with my hole. he would lick his finger then rub it on my hole and in my crack. He then started giving it more pressure to get his fingers into my tight ass. He said boy I can't remember the last time I felt a hole this tight.. This is going to be a treat I didn't expect. I new what he meant by those words and it scared me to death. I had never taken a cock or anything else in my ass this big before.. I told him I would suck his cock but please don't fuck me, I could not handle it. He just laughed and kept pushing his dirty tore up nasty fingers into my hole. He said when he was done with me I would have a cunt in my panties instead of a nice tight asshole. I had to admit I was starting to enjoy his fingers in my ass even though he would catch me with a fingernail or hangnail more than I would have liked. He then grabbed me by my hair again and pulled me onto my back. With the other hand he pulled off my now soaked panties. I could not stop looking at that huge dick and as bad as I wanted to get fucked by this point I knew I could not handle it. He then said it was time he was going to make me his bitch for real. I asked him again not to fuck me and he just laughed and said I stopped having any kind of say in the matter the minute he first caught me in panties. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a container of hand lotion, I was relieved he at least was going to use something for lube and not try to fuck me with nothing. He put some on his cock and rubbed it all in and then pushed some in my hole with his fingers. At that point I felt sharp stings in my ass from the lotion, it hurt a bit but started to settle down. He saw my reaction and giggled a little more. I have to admit that slimed up cock looked incredible, I could not believe such a perfect cock was attached to this dirty old man. He spread my legs wide apart and pushed that huge mushroom head up to my tight hole. He then said well you wanted to dress like a slut so now I am going to fuck you like one. He started pushing against my hole and I could feel it wanting to get inside but I was tight and it was not easy. He could have spent more time getting me ready for his dick but I think he wanted for it to hurt a lot.. He was finally able to pop the head inside me and I screamed like hell. It hurt like I had not imagined. He got annoyed and told me to shut up and shoved the panties into my mouth and held my hands down over my head. He stayed there for a couple minutes and then started to slowly move it in a bit further and then back again then in a bit further and then back. He repeated this for some time and I was in a lot of pain I felt him gaining every inch and tearing my insides to pieces. It took some doing but after a while he was finally all the way in me balls deep. He then started Making full strokes in and out, I started to get used to it and the pain was turning into pure lust , I started loving every move and every inch. He noticed me settle down and took the panties from my mouth and rubbed the tears away from my eyes. He said now you starting to like feeling like my bitch. I said yes. He kept fucking at a nice slow rhythm and I was loving it. He said you love my big cock tearing you up inside, and I replied with a yes. I was shocked but I was loving everything this stinky old man was doing to me, I was so excited my cock was oozing and hard as rock. He started to pick up the pace and I could hardly breath. I started to moan with pleasure ,he said you like how that feels and said Yes.. He Said you mean Yes Daddy,, and I replied yes Daddy. He kept increasing the pace of his fucking and I felt like his cock was going to burst through my chest. I could feel his cock getting bigger inside me and by the look on his face I figured he was getting close. I had not even thought of condoms or anything for that matter, I was to caught up in obeying him from the beginning. I was enjoying the feeling so much at that point none of that mattered anyway. He said are you going to stay Daddy's slut, I said yes I want to be Daddy's slut. My head was swimming in the feelings.. He said do you Love your Daddy, I said yes I love you Daddy. He said I told you, you would be my bitch and now I am going to pump you full of my hot poz load and knock you up. I said please don't. He said does Daddy make you feel good, I said yes Daddy. He said do you love your Daddy, I said Yes I love you Daddy.. He said Are you going to take my poz load and be my bitch? I couldn't take it anymore and I said Yes breed me Daddy knock me up and make me your bitch. With that he started pumping real hard and deep. He was pounding me so hard the room was shaking . I was moaning and he was getting closer. He pushed in me harder than he had yet and then came down on me and started to fuck my throat with his tongue. He was kissing like a mad man just like he was fucking me like a mad man. He then burst loose and flooded my guts with his hot charged load. He just kept pumping and pumping dumping as much seed into me as he could. I could not take anymore and started shooting my load all over between us. We just kept kissing and cumming and it was incredible. He finally slowed down and slowly slid in and out of me while my cum had us stuck together and we just kept kissing. We layed there in the bed for a while.He said he was so glad to have his own boybitch. He told me he decided the minute he saw those panties on me he was going to poz me up one way or the other. He said he knew he tore me up with his fingers and that all he had to do was get in me to infect me good. He also said that at the end he was happy that I wanted it and asked him for it. I knew my life was pretty much over as I knew it. I could not stay with my wife knowing I was infected. But I was also happy because I had been in the closet my entire life and now because of this dirty old man I could be who I wanted to be. I think I really was falling in love with him. I asked how he got the bug. He said because of the low fixed income he started sucking dick and getting fucked behind the 7-11 for money to buy beer. He said it was not long before he had fucked around with every old pervert and homeless guy in the neighborhood. He did not know who got him but that was how it probably happened. He then laughed and said don't worry boy, now that I have you, it won't be me taking dick for beer money anymore. I have my boybitch to do all that sucking and fucking for me now. I resigned myself to my new fate and told Daddy I loved him. I then kissed him and told him he better fuck me again to make sure the seed took. He said don't worry about that you will be getting Daddy's poison seed everyday from now on..

After Adam, it was a while before I barebacked again. I had sex with Aaron again over Christmas, but other than that I really wasn't messing around with guys much. I was working really hard and my firm is the kind where I can work late (past 8pm) and they provide dinner and you get a car to take you home. That seemed so much easier than any other way of working and I needed to keep my billing hours up. Basically, this is why I wasn't fucking around much. One day, I went home at 8pm because I wanted to jack off and then work in my underwear with the tv on. I would feel more relaxed. I also popped on AOL and a4a, no grindr yet, and was chatting with guys while I worked. Both my profiles were very clear, SAFE SEX ONLY. I found this really great guy, John, and he was one of those guys that gets me to open up easily and he was also hot. He was shorter than me, 5'11" and had a baseball player's build - big arms and shoulders and strong legs with a tapered waist and tight stomach (no abs showing like me, but I was just thinner). We had a good time chatting while I worked. I worked like this at night a few nights a week over a period of a few months and I'd regularly chat with John. John was a great guy, living in the suburbs about an hour away, and I was never sure that I'd meet him. I learned that he was kind of slutty, which I liked. He dated a lot of guys, but was never finding someone he really wanted to date long term. His parents and friends were cool with him being gay and he still lived at home, which was a nice suburban house with a hot tub and pool, nice backyard, deck. I told him about Will and Aaron. I told him that I was mostly a bottom, but was working a lot and not doing much with guys. We talked about music, movies, etc. and had a really good time chatting. It was easy. One night we chatted about bareback and safe sex. I admitted that I had fucked bareback with a few guys. He responded by saying that my profile said safe sex only and I said, I really want to use condoms, but I can get carried away. He said, he'd done it with and without condoms. I asked how he made is decision about condom use and he said he could always tell when a bottom was slutty enough to fuck without condoms. I asked how and he said sometimes by how they act or what they say, but usually how they act and what they say when they are naked. He said the key was whether or not the bottom specifically mentioned a condom once they were about to fuck. He asked how I decided and I told him it was usually spur of the moment and I didn't think about it. But, I did say with Will it was an active decision. He said he understood and we chatted about other things after that. Later that week, John invited me to a bbq he was having. His parents would be out of town and he was having a bunch of guys over to hang out, drink, smoke a little, and that I should definitely come. I was nervous about meeting him in person. What if he didn't like me once we met? What if his friends thought I was ugly? What if...What if...etc??? These are all things I thought and never said to John. Instead, I said what do your friends know about me and he said that you are hot, tall, smart, and a good guy. I asked if they knew what I'd told him about getting barebacked. He said, "No way. That is our secret." I told him I'd decide that weekend based on my workload but I really wanted to meet him and he said he hoped I'd come. The Party That Changed Everything I decided to go to the party. I thought it would be great to make some new gay friends since I still didn't really have a "core" group to hang out with regularly. I was also really excited to meet John. I didn't know if we'd date, have sex or just be good friends, but I really wanted one or more of them to happen. I was also nervous because I was worried he wouldn't like me, etc. It was really warm out, so I wore a tight polo shirt and shorts that showed off my ass. I also brought a small trunk bathing suit with the "football pants" ties in the front and a tank top in case we swam. John had also said I could stay over if I was took drunk to drive home. So I brought another shirt too. (I am kind of a clothes fanatic. I like to look good.) I got there and I was really nervous. I waited outside for a minute in my car thinking I would just leave. Instead, I saw some hot guys going in and I decided to get out of my car. I rang the bell and John opened the door. God he was fucking gorgeous.....he looked exactly like I'd always hoped he would - the high school baseball star, but aged 27. He was excited to see me and gave me a huge hug. I was so relieved. He took me out to the deck where guys were chatting and hanging out, swimming, drinking, etc. It was like everyone knew each other. John said they all knew each other from dating, the suburban bars, high school, etc. Every guy was bi or gay. So many hot guys. John could see I was nervous and a bit out of place. He took my hand and said, "You are so hot. I'm so glad you came. Let's get a drink and I'll introduce you to people." We got vodka lemonades, I made mine strong to calm my nerves. He introduced me around and by the time we got back around to the drinks, his two best friends were in the kitchen. He left me with them and I had a couple more drinks with them. Greg and Andy, the best friends, and I decided to go swimming because we were drinking too fast. They already had their suits on and I said I needed to change and Greg said, "Just go naked." We all laughed. I went to the bathroom and slipped out of my clothes and into my suit. I came out and the guys in the kitchen stared. Greg sad, "I could tell you had a great body, but damn John can pick the hotties." I blushed and a few guys said they liked my suit. We went out to swim. It was fun. We laughed and played around and eventually Andy and I were in these floating chairs. Greg or one of the other guys brought us drinks when they refilled. It was an easy day. I was getting a little drunk and the food was ready. We went inside and a few guys were standing around chatting and eating. One of the guys was telling a story about a really slutty hookup of his that he met at the bar last weekend. Brief story, the storyteller who was totally hot - short, tan, ripped body and a good solid face - said he met this dude, they danced, and then went to the parking lot and instead of leaving, the guy let him fuck him right there. The storyteller ended by saying he was such a slut, he begged me to cum inside him. One of the guys said, "Did you?" The storyteller said yes. I was getting a bit hard, but hidden behind the breakfast bar, my increasingly hard cock was hidden from view. John appeared next to me just as the conversation became one of safe versus bareback sex. Most of the guys said they only did safe sex. The storyteller called out one guy he'd fucked bareback and the guy blushed and agreed he had no always used condoms. Greg and Andy and John all said that bareback sex was hot, but they usually did it with condoms. Everyone seemed to look at me at one point and I said, I always use condoms. I was so embarrassed that I'd had to say anything. John put his hand on my ass and squeezed. I looked at him and he winked. After that, the party broke up into groups again. People swimming, drinking, the music got louder. I was hanging out with Greg and Andy and John. Greg got his pipe and we smoked some pot in the back yard while sitting in some awesome patio chairs. I was high and kinda drunk by now. Greg was generous with his stuff. He was really nice. I was now only in my tank top and swimsuit. Greg brought the conversation to tops and bottoms. Greg and Andy were versatile and had fucked each other a few times. John was almost always a top, but had tried bottoming. I admitted I was almost always the one getting fucked. Then Greg, who I guess was the aggressive one of the friends, brought the conversation back around to the bareback discussion. Under some pressure from the guys, I admitted that guys had fucked me bareback. Greg was interested and asked me details. I shared as we smoked some more. John was smiling and said, "I was keeping your secrets, but get you a little drunk and high and you open up so easy." We all laughed. At this point, it was getting dark and the party was breaking up. Some guys had other stuff to do and still another larger group had planned to go out to the bars after John's party and John let them all get changed in his house. It was now down to Greg, Andy, John and myself. John said, "We have a ton of booze left, let's get drunk and everyone can stay over." I agreed. We helped John clean up and hung out on the deck drinking and talking. I was getting cold so John told me to come upstairs and he'd try to find something to fit me (I'm 6'2". He's 5'11". Might be a challenge.) We went upstairs and we quickly found a tee shirt and light jacket, but the pants were an issue. We ran to his brother's room (in Europe for the summer) and he came back with some sweat pants that barely fit me. He said, "Sorry best I can do." I dropped my swimsuit and put on my briefs and the sweatpants. That's when John kissed me. I was really turned on and kissed him back and we made out. After a few minutes John said, "Let's go back downstairs." He put on sweat pants and sweat shirt and we went downstairs. The other guys had jackets or jeans on because they were cold too. We had some more drinks and then Greg says, "Look what I found in my jacket pocket?" It was a little bag of white powder. He asked us if we wanted to do some lines of coke. I admitted that I never had. The other guys said, "Don't worry. We'll take care of you if anything goes wrong." I was nervous but I did the lines with them. I was high as fuck from the booze, pot and now the coke. I was also so horny from being around the hot guys in swimsuits and making out with John a few minutes earlier. I went back inside to make drinks and John came with me. He asked how I was feeling and I told him I was good, but really high and horny. John kissed me again and we went to the living room to make out on the couch. Our clothes came off pretty fast and soon I was straddling his lap in just my underwear. He was just in his sweat pants. I do remember that he didn't put on underwear earlier because I could feel his hard cock pushing on me through the sweat pants. The other guys had come in to get drinks and see if we were alright. They saw us making out and Greg laughed and said, "Alright John!" Andy punched him in the arm and they just watched. I was so high and turned on that didn't care. After a while, my underwear was off and John's cock was out of the sweat pants. He bent me over the couch and started eating my ass. I could see Greg and Andy kissing and they were stroking each other's cocks, but they were really watching John and I. John ate my ass like it was his fucking favorite thing to do. He stayed at it forever. I remember giving him head, but not as much as I remember how he ate my ass. I was pulling my ass cheeks apart as far as they would go. He was definitely inside the outer sphincter penetrating me with his tongue over and over like he was fucking me with it. I was a fucking bitch in heat. He stopped and laid his cock on my ass. I looked back at him and said, "Condom and lube?" He said, "No problem. Be right back." Greg and Andy came over at this point and ran their hands over my ass, but nothing more. They went over and sat on the other couch and took off their pants and kept stroking their hard cocks. John came back and lubed my ass and I lubed his cock and he called his friends "pervs" but didn't tell them to leave and neither did I. He sat on the couch and handed me the condom and I straddled him and we made out some more. At this point his friends were directly behind me about 8 feet and I couldn't care less. I wanted John so badly. As we made out his cock kept rubbing against my ass and on my hole that he had opened up so much. I still had the condom in my hand. He reached down and held his cock to make me moan more as I rubbed my ass on it. I kissed him hard and just started to back my bare ass down on his cock. He looked into my eyes and I just kept sliding down. I winced and halted and he grabbed both my hands. He could feel the unopened condom in the one and squeezed that hand. I slid my ass further down on his cock and said I want this. He moaned and let me start riding his cock. I heard his friends say something, but I didn't care. I was just loving riding John's cock. it was 7" cut and felt good sliding in and out of my bare ass. I didn't care that his friends saw be getting fucked barebacked. John bent me over the back of the couch and started really fucking me. At this point Greg came around and put his cock in my face. I started sucking his Greg's cock. Now I was getting spitroasted by these two guys and John called me a slut and said my ass felt so good. He fucked me for like 10 minutes and I was sucking Greg and licking his balls, but my focus was on John so I'm not sure how much attention Greg's cock was really getting. John said, I'm coming and he blew his load in my ass. He kind of collapsed on top of me and kissed my neck. I stopped sucking Greg and kissed John. John slipped from my ass and I turned over and he stroked me and went to suck me. Greg walked around and picked up my legs and stood in front of me and pulled me forward until his cock was lined up with my ass. I saw the condom on the couch between John and I and he saw me look at it and said, "No way am I using that after I saw you take him bareback." He then slipped inside my ass. Greg didn't last long and he came fairly quickly, but his cock was thicker. John then fucked me again and came inside me. Andy came by jerking off on the other couch watching us. I came as John was fucking me the second time. Greg and Andy fell asleep on the other couch and John and I went to his bed. He sucked my cock in bed and I came again. It was an awesome night. I woke up before everyone in the morning and was taking a shower when I heard the door to the bathroom open. It was Andy. He said it was really hot watching me getting fucked last night. He also said he's glad I felt comfortable enough to let him watch. Then he got in the shower with me. Andy pushed me against the wall and said it was his turn to fuck me. He was such a nice guy but this aggressive side was hot and I got hard. He squirted some shampoo on his cock and slid it in my ass. He said, "I'll be quick because the shampoo will burn in a bit." Andy just went to town on my ass. He fucked me hard and quick and then came in my ass after only a few minutes. I was so turned on that I came on the tile wall. After we finished Andy picked my cum up with his fingers and ate it. It was an awesome morning. We drove to the city and all went to brunch. John, Greg, Andy and I hung out until mid afternoon and then they went back to the burbs. John and I chatted again after that my phone and email. He said he felt uncomfortable dating me because I'd let his friends fuck me bareback. He said I was too slutty for him, but he wanted to be friends. After that conversation, our friendship fizzled. Greg came into the city to go to the bars a lot more than the other boys. He often slept over at my place when he didn't pick up a boy and he fucked me a lot. I always took his load and never asked him to use a condom. Greg disappeared from my world one day and I haven't seen him since although he and Andy still talk sometimes. Andy and I only fucked a few more times including a couple of 3somes with Greg, but Andy got a boyfriend by the next year and they moved to Hawaii and got married. Seriously, Andy is an awesome guy and we are still friends. I'm not sure his husband knows all about me, but once when his husband was drunk he called me a cum dump and I just smiled. John's party basically blew my mind. I almost never used a condom since I slid down on John's cock with the unopened condom still in my hand. There are a few more stories of me slipping further into being a cum dump from my online hookups which became more frequent, to boyfriends, to poz guys, to my first real fuck buddy. More to come......I hope you guys still like it.

Part II: Okay, I have to be honest. I was a little jealous listening to Miguel fuck Brad. And I couldn't stop thinking about how Miguel's big dick felt in my mouth. I had to suck him again, at least! So, I finally got up the courage to message him on a4a from my real profile. Me: hey. I met you a few weeks ago. I sucked your dick in my kitchen before you fucked my roommate. I noticed that he read the message and then didn't respond. I looked at his profile and saw that he changed it back to HIV positive at some point. It was read, but there was no reply. Damnit. I waited for over an hour and then checked again. I then realized that he might be afraid to talk to me after what happened with Brad. So, I messaged him again to make sure he knew that I didn't know about what happened. Me: I would like to see you again. I loved sucking your big dick. I was kinda jealous that you fucked my roommate too. Ah! It worked. Miguel resonded. Miguel: Well, your roommate is really weird, man. I don't know what's up with that. Me: Oh .. he's a pompous ass. Everyone he sleeps with ends up hating him for one reason or another. I want to move out, but it's so hard to find the right roommate and he won't let me off the lease. There we go. I figured Miguel would feel cool talking with me now. Why would he expect that I set up my roommate for a stealth pozzing? I got a little hard thinking about that again, which only made me a little more forthright as our conversation continued. Miguel: yeah, I would probably move out if I were you and I had the chance. Me: I keep looking for other places. But, I gotta say that from what I heard, he loved the way you fucked him. I was trying not to overhear, but I heard him beg you to keep fucking him and moaning soo loudly. Miguel: well, he said he wanted it. then, he got upset and changed his mind after I came in him. it was so weird. I found myself rock-hard thinking about those slapping noises. And now I wanted to feel what Brad felt with that big dick pounding my ass. I tried to shake off the thought, but had to let Miguel know somehow that I wanted it. Me: If you ever fucked me, I wouldn't change my mind. I never had a big dick like your up my hole. I bet it feels amazing. I want to finish sucking you off still too! I had wondered for a moment if I was going to scare him off by being so direct. But, he replied still. Miguel: you know I'm poz, right? Me: Oh yeah, I saw it on your profile. I'm cool with it, though. Okay, I wasn't cool with it. But, I couldn't get that cock out of my head. My dick was straining to escape from my jeans as we continued chatting. Miguel: Good .. because I want to finish fucking your mouth and then get in that cute little ass of yours. I had to unzip my jeans and let my straining cock escape the pressure. It was too uncomfortable. And I had to hear more about what Miguel wanted to do to me. Me: how will you fuck me? His answer seemed to take forever to come back. I stroked eagerly and kept refreshing my inbox. He finally answered. Miguel: First, I would fuck your face as you make my dick sloppy. Then, I eat your ass until you beg me to put it in. Next, I position you on all fours, and enter your tight hole from behind. I start slowly so you can get used to my big dick inside you. Then, I pick up the pace until you are getting every inch, and your hole is stretch as wide as it can. And that's when the real fucking will begin. I had to stop jerking my cock. I was about to explode at that point. Me: Holy fuck! That sounds amazing. Come get at me NOW !!! Miguel: Are you alone? I don't wanna see your crazy roommate. Me: I'm all by myself. Please come! I never had felt such an urgency. I wouldn't really let him fuck me, though. I'd just suck him off. And I know he'd understand. Miguel: You're really hot. But, I dont want to have someone else change their mind on me .. so .. here's what you need to do ... Miguel instructed me on how to make sure nobody would doubt that I wanted a poz guy to fuck me. Sadly, it meant that I would have to wait a week. He had three requirements. I had to e-mail him one day and beg for it. I had to text him a couple of days later, again begging for it. And then, I had to leave him a voice mail a couple of days after that. And I had to tell him I didn't care that he was poz. He was emphatic one one point: it has to be believable. Challenge accepted, I thought. The e-mail: Dear Miguel, thanks for being honest with me about your poz status. I really appreciate it. I want you to know that I'm still very attracted to you. You are the sexiest guy I ever met in my life. I'm so glad I got to suck on your dick that night I met you. Now, I want more. Please fuck me bareback with your huge cock. I need it sooo bad! I wannt you to fuck me and cum in me. I don't care if it makes me poz too. I need you so badly. Please please please fuck me! After I wrote that e-mail, I jacked off and shot a fountain of cum that unexpectedly ended up in that keyboard. Damn, I didn't see that happening. The text message: It actually took me an hour to figure out what to write. Well, that's because I had to stop and jerk off the more I thought about it. Finally, I sent it. Miguel. idk if u saw my email yet. i want u to fuck me. i know ur poz. im cool with that. pls fuck me raw. idc if end up poz. i need you in me. pound me soon! pls! pls! It bothered me that I didn't get any response a day later. Why was he making me wait?! That sucked. The hardest part was the voice mail. It had to be convincing. And, I still had doubts. I thought of his big cock and started stroking my cock again. The more aroused I got, the braver I got. I was rock hard when I decided to make the call and leave the voice mail. When I called him, it went right to voice mail. Good, he's still up for it, I reasoned. The voice mail: Hey, Miguel. I emailed and texted you. I want to make sure you know that I still want it. I want you to fuck me raw with your big dick. I don't care that you're poz. You're soo hot. I'd do anything for your cock. (I didn't plan to leave the next part, but I was so horned up, it just kinda came out.) I'll suck your dick, swallow your cum. You can cum in me. Fuck me hard and deep! (Suddenly, I was about to erupt as I grabbed my cock tighter and jerked.) Miguel, please fuck me soon. Fuck me deep and hard. Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! Make me cum! Fuck! (And then I came, and quickly hung up the phone.) Well, I hope that counted. Because there's no doubt that was believable. LOL. I couldn't wait to hear back from him now. Even though I just blew a load, I *still* wanted him desperately. (Too be continued.)

Went to a party last night and get three loads, first load was from a sixty yr old that has a great cock ten inches and ive played with him before fucked me long and hard and blow a huge load in my ass. The next one was a guy that was thick and most have been 9 inched if not longer, he was in the dark corner and playing with it and when i got there he pushed me down and i started to suck him , i couldnt get him all the way in my mouth, we went to a dark corner and i bent over a bench and he slamed in to say i didnt see star i would have been lieing. He was was younger and he pounded my ass hard and long ten mins later and he blew a huge load later he said that was a weeks worth of cum. The last one to breed me was the host who has a ten inch black cock and is poz , we start to play and kiss and he push me down to start sucking his cock and he asked if he can finger my ass some and i say yes but no fist he say ok and starts to finger my loose hole and then he asked if your ready and i say yes he bend me over the bench and slams in to my ass and for the next twenty mins fucks me in every postion that he can thick of and im so high on poppers he could have done any thing and i would have let him , he starts to pound harder and yells im cumming and he breeds my ass hard it felt like a weeks worth and it starts to drip out of my ass im so out of it and i cant move , he kisses me and say welcome to the family and walks away a great night