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Fuck, Fuck, damn, shit. Four hours ago I had been on the top of the world. Now as I was sitting in the emergency room of the local hospital, my shoulder and elbow aching, waiting on the doctor to give me the results of the x-ray. ther than some pain I was okay, even if my baby, my cherished silver Camaro, most likely was totaled. Ever see a 19 year old cry? Well, that was me: all 6’3” of jock boy, sniffling, some out of pain, mostly not knowing what the future would bring. In high school I played football my freshmen and sophomore years, wide receiver. I was quick and I had good hands, but all that tackling was taking a toll on my Nordic frame. In my junior year I started playing baseball and was a darn good pitcher, good enough to be a starter most of the year, although we were a rural school most of the away games were close enough to be a bus trip to and from, even if sometimes they got us home very late in the evening. My senior year we were good enough to make it to conference and state tournaments which required us to be housed in cheap motels on the weekends when we were on the road. It was on one of these trips I discovered my love of traveling with the team and spending quality bullshit time with my teammates. Now, I've long known I was attracted to other guys early on but abstained from acting on my feelings, even when I knew three other teammates were either bi or gay, and a few others who were questioning their straightness. However, when I was in a hotel room with several other teenage guys, all of whom were playing macho games such as boasting which cheerleaders would put out, and each guy displaying his cock as wantonly as he could, well, it was obvious to me which players could be coaxed into some man-on-man fun. At the end of my senior year I was offered a scholarship to play ball at the state college. My life was looking good: not only was I a good athlete but I also excelled in academia and would be able to get my degree in engineering while on a full ride. I red-shirted my freshmen season and although I was still classified by the school as a freshman, I began my second season as a relief pitcher. Although I wasn’t a starting pitcher I at least got into a few games. Then a drunken asshole ran a red light, sending my Camaro careening into a spin. Luckily for me, the fucker only clipped the front to the car and didn’t T-bone my car in the middle, which meant I walked away with relatively minor injuries from which I would recover in a few months: there were no broken bones but lots of torn cartilage and tendons in the shoulder and elbow. I would not be pitching the rest of the season. I left the hospital with my friends from the dorms. I was in tears, knowing I’d have to face the coach on Monday. My parents were already set to arrive the next day to survey the damage. I meet my parents at the front door of my dorm the next morning after just a few hours of sleep, most of it induced by the pain meds the doctor had prescribed to control the pain. My mom gently hugged me and my dad clasped me by my good shoulder although it was bruised as well. Lead me to their car and we hit the local pancake place for breakfast, sure beat dorm food any day, we discussed the car and they assured me they were not angry with me, they knew how much I loved my car, I had it since my 16th birthday and took real good care of it. They dropped me off back at my dorm after we went to look over the damage and make sure it was being taken care of by the body shop, also collecting my school work and personal belongings so I wouldn’t lose anything. I kicked back most of the afternoon and evening when coach called and asked to come over to see me. I’ll be honest I was scared, I could lose my scholarship, I could lose my position with the team. I waited anxiously for him to arrive. Now if you could classify my 19 year old, 6’3” less than 10% body fat 165# muscular body as a Nordic god like, with my blue eyes and dirty blonde hair which naturally lightens during summer. You would classify coach who is 35 years old 5’11 and maybe 150 soaking wet all muscles and sinew as a Aztec god as his Spanish and Mexican heritage made him one hot number, one that always made me quiver when he stepped to close in the dugout or on the field, but here he was coming to my dorm room to discuss my future. Coach arrived shortly after 6 and I sat across from him on my roommates bed while he sat at my desk, coach Juan as we all called him, started out all business like discussing my position on the team, physical therapy I’d most likely have to go through and things about my rehabilitation. He expressed his sorrow at things happening this way and would do everything that he could so I wouldn’t lose my scholarship. Juan then got up and crossed the distance between us, using the guise of wanting to see my shoulder he had me remove the baseball shirt I had donned earlier since it was easier to get on and off. He caressed the sore tissues, which were already turning black and blue, then proceeded to work his way down my chest tweaking my nipples a bit, my cock betrayed me as it not only was at full mast but spirting precum making a large wet spot in my basketball shorts, coach took notice and leaned down and began kissing me, he soon was on top of me being careful of my shoulder making me quiver in his arms as he caressed my body and somehow removed my shorts exposing my 9 inch cock tenting my jock the precum totally soaked through the material and making it translucent, I soon had my 9 inches buried down his throat as he hummed onto my tool. He rolled me over and was sucking my cock between my legs pulling it back so it almost touched my virgin hole, he then did what I thought was impossible and was able to place the head near my hole and use the precum flowing from my tube to lubricate my hole. Between him fingering my own precum into my hole and fingering it he soon had me sloppy and almost loosened up his tongue doing marvels on my rosy pucker. Suddenly he stopped and I thought this was over but, he then placed his thick mushroom head on my quivering hole and pushed in with dominance, the head popped in and I felt a sharp pain that quickly went away and left me with a full feeling at my entrance he then started to work his cock in slowly giving me more and more, complimenting me on being a born bottom. I asked about condoms and he told me it was too later now his raw cock was already dripping his precum in my hole, but if I really wanted to be fucked with a condom he would pull out and put one on. He slid his cock out and I handed him a rubber and he rolled it down his shaft the pushed back into my hole, it burned and irritated the opening and made me wince in agony, I told him to pull out and fuck me raw, he quickly obliged and slid his bare cock into my now irritated hole, his precum re-lubricating the walls and making the sting go away, I was soon riding his large schlong like a pro and he asked where I wanted his cum, I replied breed me coach. He sped up his assault on my hole then pushed in and held and I could feel his cock pulsing as he unloaded his seed into my intestine. I felt so fulfilled yet naughty for letting coach cum in me. Coach cuddled me and kept his cock buried in my hole until we fell asleep together. Lucky for me my roommate Chris had gone home for the weekend, as I awoke in the middle of the night to coach breeding me again, and although Chris and I Had had make out sessions we never went all the way beyond a blow or hand job. I now had two maybe three of Juan’s loads in my gut and I was feeling excited. Coach was turning me into just another cum craving cock hungry boy. I awoke the next morning to coach sucking on my slong, I was rock hard and oozing precum again then Juan did what I least expected he slid down my pole and started fucking himself on my fuck tube, I didn’t last long as his ass milked my cock I blasted a load into his rectum. He then positioned his hole over my face and pushed out my cream forcing me to eat my own spooge from his ass, I felt disgusted and excited at the same time. Coach was turning me into his own sex pig. Soon after we showered and coach presented me with an application for team manager, I would be responsible for the teams equipment and uniforms, including their jocks and cups, it was a dirty job but it would keep me on the team while I rehabilitated and I got to sniff al the jocks and cups before cleaning them as well as the sweaty uniforms, I was in pig heaven and I would have to travel with the team. To make sure everything was taken care of.

Sorry it took so long to get this out there. It's just tough with so much going on in life, right now. I spent most of whatever free time I had reading, as opposed to writing. I may have just one more installment after this, more like an epilogue. Thanks for the love and encouragement. Hope you guys enjoyed it. I particularly enjoyed writing out some of the raunchier elements with this, so my next project might be more focused on man scents. --- As soon as Joey left, I texted Carlos to let him know what happened and he told me he’d be on the lookout for Joey’s text. In the meantime, I went about work before prepping for the night. I got the text from both Carlos and Joey at the same time while I was prepping myself. Joey merely said to be ready tonight because he found someone who was interested. Carlos said he could wait for us to give Joey his third Poz load. My cock would not go down as I waited the rest of the day thinking about what Carlos said. Even if I wasn’t the one pozzing him, I was definitely complicit in the act. I wondered whether the old me would have ever thought something like this was arousing. Would I have been disgusted with myself. It didn’t really matter, my raging hard on told me. I was already in too deep. Joey walked in with the air of excitement. I could see it in his smile and instead of warming my heart, it warmed my groin. “Hi babe,” he greeted me. “I hope you’re ready. He should be coming over soon.” “I think I’m ready. I hope you are.” I leaned into his face for a kiss and pulled his hips into mine, grinding my hard cock into his own. We made out, arousal at our upcoming event fueling the fire of our sexual drives. Joey pulled my shirt off and I got a whiff of my pits. I didn’t bother washing because I had a feeling Carlos would appreciate it, but I saw the brief stink-face from Joey. I kissed him again to take his mind off of that. This night wasn’t about what he was into. Just then, the buzzer rang. Joey walked over to open the door and there stood Carlos. He looked sexy in a white tee and those loose fitting pants as he walked in. He looked from Joey to me and smirked. “Hey, I’m Carlos,” he ‘introduced’ himself as he shook my hand. The pretense of It all made me anxious and horny. He shook Joey’s hand, too. To his credit, Joey acted quite natural as though he hadn’t met him before. “I’m Joey,” he said plainly. “I’m the one who you spoke to. And this is my boyfriend, Andy.” “You guys seem pretty hot,” Carlos said as he brushed his hand across his chest. “I like that you guys are open to playing around.” “Well, we’ve been strictly monogamous until today,” I mentioned. I scanned Joey’s face to see if that statement was lost on him. Again, to his credit, he didn’t seem phased. Which only served to fuel my fire. “But I’d love to watch you work his ass over.” “Oh really,” he quipped as he moved closer to me and pulled my head in for a deep kiss. My eyes closed briefly and I brought my hand down to grope his cock through his pants as our tongues intertwined. After breaking our kiss, I noticed Joey’s eyes a bit dimmed but they lit up again as Carlos moved towards him. Joey led the way as all three of us moved into my bedroom. He stood at the foot of the bed, sandwiched between me and Carlos. I lifted his shirt off as Joey did the same to Carlos. They made out as I undid Joey’s belt, pulling his pants down and helping him step out of them. I stood up and Joey crouched down to take off Carlos’s pants and admire the poison package. Carlos grinned and looked up at me. He reached for my shirt and pulled up. With my arms up, he caught a whiff of my scent and dove in with a “fuck yeah” and lapped at my pit. Joey had just worked the cock into his mouth at that point and Carlos seemed in heaven, switching over to my other ripe pit. He came up for air and I pulled him into a kiss, tasting my scent on his lips. Both of us breathed in the musk, panting as we made out while Joey worked on Carlos’s now rock hard cock. “Take off those pants and sit on the bed,” Carlos whispered huskily. I positioned myself at the head while Carlos pried Joey from his dick. He lifted him from the floor and guided him by the shoulders towards the bed. Joey crawled towards my cock, which left his ass in the air. As Joey started licking my balls, Carlos leaned in and started to lick his ass. It was such a turn on watching as Carlos ate with fervor at my boyfriend’s hole. “Mmm delicious,” Carlos said as he came up for air and started whacking his hard cock on Joey’s ass. He looked into my eyes and saw the hunger. “I can’t wait to fill it up.” Joey lifted his head off my cock and motioned for the condoms. He looked at me and said, “Thank you. I needed this.” I assume he meant the threesome. “I know. I need this just as much if not more,” I replied, referring in my own head to watching him unknowingly being loaded with poz cum. I gave him the condom so he could put it on Carlos. Carlos looked at me smiling as he spun Joey towards my hard cock, shoving his face down on it. Carlos pulled hard on the condom to snap it, as I’d already made sure they were easy to break. I handed over the lube and Carlos applied a generous amount to his cock and to Joey’s ass, shoving his fingers in to get more in there. I could have sworn I felt Joey squirm a bit. His mouth bit down on my cock a bit as I watched Carlos piston his fingers in and out. He pulled his fingers out and showed me his nails were long. It all made sense. Carlos aimed his cock at Joey’s hole and slid in easily with all the lube. I was hard as a rock knowing he was taking my boyfriend’s ass raw. Joey moaned into my cock as he was filled with that poz cock. I didn’t want to cum yet, so I pulled Joey off and kissed him. It was more of an animal kiss than a lover’s. Carlos gripped his hair and pulled him up to kiss him, too. I took that chance to get off the bed and get underneath both Joey and Carlos so I could watch that scorpion tail sting its prey. I was rock hard and drooling as I saw Carlos pull all the way out and slide all the way back in raw. He pushed Joey’s face down into a pillow and started plowing his way through that cheating ass. His ass juices and lube were splashing onto my face. I got up as Carlos looked into my eyes and winked. He pulled me in for a deep kiss. As animalistic as this one was, I couldn’t help but feel something I felt was missing from when Joey and I kissed. We shared something deeper in this passionate kiss. We broke our kiss as he used one hand to guide my head to look at his cock. His thrusting pace slowed considerably. He wasn’t pulling all the way out, but after a few more thrusts he pulled all the way out and pushed my head down to his cock. I could taste his musk and separate it from Joey’s ass juices. I could taste his cum. He’d unloaded in Joey’s ass. I lifted off his cock and stuck my face in Joey’s ass. I ran my tongue across the abused hole and pushed in. Some of Carlos’s poz cum leaked into my mouth and I moaned. Carlos made a show of getting another condom as he tossed the broken one from his cock into the trash so that Joey could see him as he handed it to me. I quickly went to work putting it on myself and “making myself comfortable”. Carlos came behind me and licked his tongue up my crack as I slid myself into Joey’s wet, used hole. I felt myself shiver as I could feel his tongue lap up my musky ass, working its way into my hole. I shivered, too, as I could feel his cum/lube mixture in Joey’s ass as I fucked my little whore. I shivered more as I felt Carlos kiss his way up my ass and back towards my neck. Maybe it’s cold in heaven. He tossed an open condom wrapper past me onto the bed. Joey looked back and saw him standing behind me and leaning forwards, kissing my neck. He saw my eyes glaze over with lust as I thrust into him with Carlos moving closer. He saw my gasp as Carlos snapped his hips against my ass. He heard me moan as Carlos thrust into me, which led me to thrust into Joey. I reached around to jerk off Joey’s cock and Joey turned his head back to the pillow and began moaning, opening his ass up for me. As Carlos tongued my earlobe, he paused there while continuing to fuck my ass. “This is so hot. You look so hot fucking him. I love your hole. It feels so nice in here.” I moaned hearing these words as he spoke them with a seductive whisper. “How does it feel, fucking your own load into his ass. Feels good, doesn’t it? God, you look so hot. Don’t you wish you were pozzing him, too? Wouldn’t that be hot?” His questions burned in my mind, fueling my fuck. I did think it would be hot. I did wish I was pozzing him. “Fuuuuuuck,” was all I could manage to say. I felt Joey’s ass clench as he reached orgasm. It drove me over the edge as I unloaded in him. I slammed each load into him, hoping he would be pozzed for all of his life. As I clenched up for that final blow, I felt Carlos’s arm across my chest. He pulled me into his cock and I naturally bent over to open my ass for him. I felt him shake as he held onto me. I realized I was shaking a bit, too. Carlos recovered first, pulling out of me. He helped me pull out of Joey and leaned in to lick Joey’s ass clean. He then moved to suck my cock clean of juices. Then he sat up and I saw his cock. I’m not sure I was surprised, but there it was in all it’s glory – with a broken condom on it. I leaned down to suck it clean and removed the evidence. Carlos took it and the one that was on me and tossed them in the trash. He lay down on the bed on that side as I slid up next to him, sort of squeezing Joey out to the other side of the bed. Carlos wrapped his arm around me and I felt myself melt into him. I closed my eyes and slept.

One man’s blessing is another man’s curse and for me I’ve got more than my share – an extra long dick (just over 10 inches), an extra wide dick (just shy of 8 inches round), and I shoot cum like a farm animal (up to ¼ of a cup a time). Truly. The dick? Well that’s thanks to my father for sure who was even bigger than me and the cum? Well I don’t know, could be him too, but the doctors call it Hyperspermia - a condition in which a man can ejaculate a massive volume of semen and and extra bonus is it comes with a high sex drive - thus my continuous frustration. Sex for me has almost always been a series of one frustrated encounters after another. Fucking size queens hit me all the time bragging how they can take me, how they love big dick, how they want my cum – that is until I split their hole open with just the few inches and then they fucking tap out and run. I’ve never worn condoms; my hyperspermia makes that impossible as the amount of precum I produce makes my dick so wet and slick they won’t stay on. That’s how I got AIDs – splitting bottoms open. I learned quickly a little blood was a given, a lot was expected and for me, doesn’t bother me in the least. For the bottom? Yeah they freak and make me stop. So to get by and try to relieve my constant need to nutt, I’ve sold condoms online full of my cum, made some pay-to-play solo porn flicks of me shooting, escorted trying to give facials or creampies, sold batches of my load to a fertility clinic, and I even created a Tumblr account talking about my curses and thinking I’d document those bottoms I found who could take me and wanted my POZ load. None of that really helped or panned out in the end. Just wasn’t the same. Have I fucked and bred a guy totally before. Yeah, of course, but few and far between and so I mostly have to be satisfied with a little oral, a little ass around the tip of my dick, then finishing off when I am home and alone. I want more, I need more, I need to breed and infect some ass and fill a bottom’s guts full of my cum – why else would God have given me what he did? I had frankly about given up until one day when I received an email: “Good afternoon. I am Dr. Mike. My practice has recently begun a new treatment regimen for some of my patients that I believe you are perfect for. I have many years of developing specialized, treatment regimens for my patients and would like to invite you to come to my office on Monday at 3:00 p.m. for a consultation. There is no fee for the visit or treatment regimen. Please refrain from all sexual activity for at least 48-hours prior to the visit so I can fully assess the volume of your semen output and your ability to ejaculate more than once for comparison purposes.” OK, I wasn’t exactly sure how this Dr. Mike thought he could help me since no one else had ever been able to. I tried to find what I could online about Dr. Mike and there was the standard fare, but his medical specialties did include treatment of HIV, AIDs, and other infectious diseases. What was surprising was how little there was about him. Most doctors these days have social media and site after site. Not this Dr. Mike. He was almost like a ghost – almost – but in digging through some chat rooms on the dark web I did come across a series of stories that mentioned Dr. Mike doing some pretty twisted, fucked up shit that made my dick drool and bounce and I quickly emailed him back to confirm I would be there. Dr. Mike’s office was located in Northeast Washington, DC, in an older brick building. I got to the office and rang the bell as the office was closed for the day. I waited a few minutes and then heard the locks turn, the door opened, and I was met by a man in white coat. Dr. Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking and I thought handsome. He shook my hand, asked me to step inside, and locked the door. I then followed him through another door and down a hall and his office was like the rest of the building, older and somewhat run down looking. Near the end of the hall he stopped and motioned me to enter an exam room that was somewhat bare except for an odd table contraption bolted to the middle of the floor that was occupied by an apple assed guy. The guy was kneeling on a small bench part of the exam table on a pillow, with his chest on the table, his arms forward and his head resting on its side. A leather hood was strapped to his head, hiding his features and all that could be seen were closed eyes, his nostrils, and mouth that was slightly agape, relaxed. Leather straps wound around his calves, thighs, and he looked like a big Z splayed out. The next thing I noticed were several Polaroid Cube cameras attached to the metal table and on several small tripods all pointed to the guy’s ass from various angles. Yet, that was not the strangest part. I hesitated as I looked at the IV pole that was at the end of the odd table next to a set of monitors being watched by another man in a white coat who wore a medical mask that was inflating and deflating against his face as he breathed in and out. The other man was speaking softly to the guy on the table, “Time to dream little man.” I turned to the squeak of a metal stool being rolled away from a small table as Dr. Mike pointed to a chair by the door and said, “Please disrobe and sit in the chair here please.” I looked from him, to the other man, to the bottom. I was confused about what was going on but the sight of the that naked body looking like a sacrifice on an altar stirred my deep, dark desires and needs. I sat down in the chair, my naked ass sticking to the leather seat as Dr. Mike rolled himself close and flipped open a manila folder. “Normally I would want to do a full set of labs myself and an exam, but I received a copy of your medical file from your previous doctor and well – both your HIV and hyperspermia are well documented so I figured we should dispense with such pleasantries and get right to it.” My dick started to lengthen. Dr. Mike motioned to guy on the table, “Most gay men wait too long to get tested for rectal cancer. It is best to start young and technology now allows us to test in the office with High Resolution Anoscopy, but it does require anesthesia – a special cocktail of Fentanyl, Ketamine, Propofol, and a few other medications.” What the fuck? I knew what those drugs were, well at least I had heard of them and I looked again at the man in the white coat and the guy on the table. Fuck! They had drugged him and knocked him out! Dr. Mike set the open folder partially on my right leg, my dick now hardening more and stretching down my left. He started to ask me a series of questions and I hesitated and looked at the other man. Dr. Mike followed my gaze, shifted his stool to block my view, set his hand on my thigh in a reassuring manner and said, “Do not mind Dr. Collins,” and with that continued his questions and making the appropriate notes in his folder. “Are you currently off all meds?” I lied and said, “No.” Dr. Mike paused; frowned a little, set his pen in the crease of the folder and with his right hand reached out and grabbed the shaft of my now hard dick. “I need you to be totally honest with me if you please,” he said, “Unlike other doctors you may have seen in the past I need the unvarnished truth and not an answer that you think should be given or that you erroneously believe I may wish to hear. Understand?” I nodded and he asked again, “Are you currently off all meds?” This time I answered honestly and said, “Yes and no. I take them sometimes because…well I had read that if you do that then you can become resistant, and I just wanted to…I...” Dr. Mike smiled, made a note in his file, set his pen back in the folder and reached out again and this time slowly stroked my dick a couple times as he said, “Thank you for being honest. Yes, you can build a resistance and I will draw some blood so we can order a genotype test to confirm exactly which meds you are resistant too and then plan accordingly.” I moaned as his touch made me lose focus, but I blurted, “Yeah but I don’t want to take… or be…I…” Dr. Mike smiled, leaned in a little, stroked my dick a little faster and said, “Oh you misunderstand. Our goal is to INCREASE your resistance and viral count. That is what you want isn’t it?” What the fucking kind of doctor was he? My dick answered for me as it started to drool. The questions from Dr. Mike continued, “Do you use any recreational drugs? Willing to do others? Known STDs besides AIDs? Do you have receptive anal intercourse? Penetrated a bottom fully against his will? I imagine it is difficult given your size. Let me see – yes – I expect only a bottom with years of fisting could naturally take you.” Dr. Mike’s stroking skills were superior, that’s for sure yet somehow I don’t think he learned that in medical school. Dr. Mike continued with his list of questions and it was increasingly difficult to focus. Apparently satisfied, he closed the folder, rolled back over to the small table, grabbed an iPad, flipped opened the cover and showed me a video that had been paused. “This is Lucas,” Dr. Mike said as he tapped the video and it started to play. There was a yellow sticky note on the screen covering the person’s head, but from the wisps of hair that showed and the clothed body whose size seemed to match the guy on the table, appeared to be a shy twink of a guy - young but legal. Lucas had recorded a message verbally affirming he was legal, and his willing to submit to all ‘treatments and procedures’ as prescribed by Dr. Mike and Dr. Collins on that date, among the other stand release and approval statements. The video finished and Dr. Mike said, “I can assure you that the person in the video is the same as the one currently being monitored by Dr. Collins. Patient confidentiality requires that his face be covered even though you are now part of his treatment team. You understand? This is totally anonymous. You will never know his identity, nor he yours.” At the word ‘anonymous’ my dick spasmed and a long line of nutt drool proceeded down my thigh. Dr. Mike smiled in a way that held no warmth or humor. He then tapped the iPad screen a couple times, swiped, and I could hear sound as another video started. Dr., Mike adjusted the sticky note then turned the iPad around so I could see. In this one, the guy was naked, his arms out wide as he did slow turns that showed his hot ass and tiny twink dick. He paused facing the camera and began to speak in the same voice as the first video. The twink stated his first name, stats, and this time the message release statement was not the kind found on any standard form: “My name is Lucas Si…just Lucas. I am of sound mine and judgment and confirm that I have asked for a no limits fuck today. I am aware I may be unconscious and unable to provide further consent, but I DO consent. Totally. I want this. I want to get rape fucked by some big dick and be a total cum dump. Have totally been fantasizing about it for like forever and… well…so today it may happen – I mean will happen. No one is forcing me to do this. I am volunteering and WANT it. I also want it raw, no condoms at all, and understand the guy or guys who may fuck me might HIV+ or whatever. I don’t care. That shit don’t matter to me whatever they got. It’s all good. I’m on PREP so it’s all good. I just…hell! Is that good? Can we get this shit started? I’m horny as shit and need some dick!” Dr. Mike smiled that dark smile again and said, “As you can see. All legal bases are covered no mattered what may come. I am quite proficient in working within the boundaries set by my profession as well as expanding those boundaries as needed. One final note. What would you say – hypothetically of course –if there was an individual such as say someone like this young man you just saw on the video who in their mind can only imagine something like a big hit of G? Imagine how they would feel after the fact becoming aware of the full extent of the ‘party hole’ they went down. Also – hypothetically – wouldn’t it be a shame if the same young man BELIEVED they were on PREP when actuality they were on a placebo combo as part of a blind drug trial they had previously consented to? Especially one in which the results had shown rampant degradation of their immune systems due to other factors prescribed as part of their treatment regimen?” Damn! This was one fucked up doctor and with every word my dick pulsed and continued to stream more precum. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, but my dick did as Dr. Mike reached out, wrapped his warm hand around my pulsing shaft, and expertly stroked it. “I know you have tried to find bottoms that would allow you to POZ them, that would allow you to flood them with your fountain of death,” he said with a calm voice full of confidence in every statement. “I know you have no qualms making a bottom bleed. I know you always hold back when you have intercourse – physically in the act as well as in your ejaculation. That is unhealthy and as your physician, I must provide a treatment regiment that will ensure your full well-being.” I leaned back in the chair and moaned in pleasure as Dr. Mike’s fingers deftly worked my dick as he continued, “You have been given a gift – many gifts – and those gifts need to be shared – and so I offer the first of but many cum dumps for you to use, to mark, to infect, to enjoy in ways you never imagined possible.” I groaned again and licked my lips as my breathing got faster and my heart started to race. Dr. Mike suddenly released his grip on my dick, rolled his stool to the side, grabbed another clipboard, held out a pen with a disarming smile, but an evil glint in his eyes and said, “These are the consent forms for your treatment. Sign and date here – initial here – there.” He flipped the page, “This page affirms that there is no monetary payment due, however there is a co-pay of no consequence that we will address later.” I couldn’t put pen to paper fast enough and once the forms were signed, Dr. Mike rolled his stool back, set the clipboard down, stood up, gestured towards the waiting ass with his left hand and said, “My patient is waiting,” before he calmly walked over and stood by the tied up bottom. Nervously I stood up and followed: my raging dick leading the way and dripping my toxic cum in long drools with every step. Just inches from the unconscious bottom I realized how my dick was perfectly aligned with his waiting hole as if…as if Dr. Mike knew my exact height and other measurements and had planned accordingly. But how? Dr. Mike just smiled and nodded as I tentatively stepped closer, my flesh pressing against the bottom’s. I turned to Dr. Mike who said nothing, but just nodded. I gently reached out and inserted my right index finger between the waiting mounds of twink flesh. His ass crack was totally hairless, as was the rest of his body – whether natural or manicured – it did not matter, it was sexy as fuck! I slid my finger against his puckered ass ring and with but the slightest effort of pressure it slowly opened and sucked my finger in to the hilt. No resistance, no squirming, no fighting. The bottom suddenly let out a low, guttural moan and I yanked my finger back in surprise and shock. Dr. Mike just chuckled and with his hands still clasped in front of him like he was monitoring a science experiment of no regard, he turned to Dr. Collins and ordered, “A little more if you please.” Dr. Collins flooded the IV input with a wave of milky white slumber. Dr. Mike turned and looked at me expectantly. I had never really fucked in front of an audience and the whole situation was beyond fucking strange. Dr. Mike held out his hands, palms up in an apologetic gesture and said, “Given the current treatment, at least this time, I must be here to attend my patients – you and him. In the future – if you decide to continue under my care – I expect that will not be necessary and only Dr. Collins will need to monitor such aspects of your visits. However, my plan for treatment is that – based on your performance – hypothetically of course, that a first treatment may be such as we have today with the patient totally unaware and unconscious. Next time, maybe it will be a lighter sleep. The time after, maybe semi-conscious, but still restrained. The time after that? Who knows? You may find that having your way with someone completely restrained yet fully conscious is more to your – shall we say medical needs?” There was that fucking dark smile again. Dr. Mike was an evil, twisted, son of a bitch and part of me wanted to be just like him! I needed to fuck. I needed to breed that ass and knowing he was knocked out, anonymous, NEG, and that I might infect him sent me to the fucking moon! I stepped closer, lining my dick head with Lucas’ asshole. No, no names – this was just some cum dump – some dirty bottom willing to take any raw dick and I planned to POZ him good. This time I jammed three fingers all at once at that ass ring and just like before it opened, but damage was done. Dr. Mike issued a small chuckle and “Yes!” as I dug my nails into the bottom’s hole, harder and harder, over and over, yearning to break through the walls of his drug induced state to hear him moan in pain and beg for mercy. That never happened, which only spurred me on to finger fuck his hole rougher. I glanced to the side to see Dr. Mike adjust his own hard dick and I smiled. Yeah, that’s right, I could be as twisted as he was, just watch. This bottom would remember the day I bred him and when I finally pulled my fingers out they were nice and red. I then started to slap his ass – full on arm swings – and those apple cheeks went from white, to pink, to red, to shades of purple in no time. God damn I wanted to bust right then! My hand hurt from slapping him so hard and yet not a single moan or sound escaped those pink little lips that protruded from the leather hood over his head. While Dr. Mike was clearly into it, Dr. Collins seemed oblivious and totally focused on his patient and the monitors. Fine by me. I took a step back, slid my right hand up and down my shaft a few times to coat my death rod with my POZ, sticky precum, wiped my hands on the bottom’s sides, then grabbed the two biggest handfuls of flesh that I could and squeezed and dug in. I PAUSED, LOOKED AT DR. MIKE, AND AS HE MET MY EYES I SLAMMED MY DICK THROUGH THE BOTTOM’S OUTER HOLE AND BURIED MYSELF INSIDE HIM! The bottom’s body made no movement at all as I ripped him open. The pillow beneath his legs became stained. While I expected to see the waves of pain ripple through his body, his ass never clenched, never tried to push me out, never fought back. Somewhere between his fresh stab wounds and his brain all nerve impulses just faded away – thank you Dr. Collins! I clenched his flesh tighter in my grasp. I wanted him to be bruised, sore, and it was time to rape some ass. I grunted and growled as I pulled out and slammed all 10-inches+ of my raw dick into my victim’s hole and the more it got wet, the harder I fucked. My balls were bursting, ready to breed and infect this cum dump. My fountain of death was ready to explode like Deep Water Horizon and forever alter the world! I PICKED UP MY PACE, AND FUCKED AS HARD AS I COULD. I WANTED TO RAPE THAT ASS – HURT IT – INFECT IT – BREED IT – FILL HIS GUTS WITH MY LOAD! DR. MIKE WAS RIGHT – I HAD MANY GIFTS AND THIS BOTTOM WOULD GET THEM ALL AND AS I LOOKED DOWN AND SAW MY RED-COATED DICK I LOST IT – FROZE – AND SHOOK AS MY HYPERSPERMIA DELIVERED WHAT FELT LIKE A QUART OF INFECTED AIDS NUTT INTO THAT BOTTOM’S SHREDDED ASS. Oh yeah, in addition to shooting a lot in volume, my orgasm – my real orgasm which have been few and far between – seem to last for fucking ever and by the time my dick stopped spurting and I was able to let go of the flesh clenched in a death grip in my hands, I felt like I would pass out. With my dick still inside his unwilling hole, and streams of ass juice and my cum frothing out around my semi-hard dick, I flopped on top of the twink’s body feeling utterly satisfied for the maybe the first time ever. Dr. Mike was behind me, pressed his body against my naked ass and reached out and laid his right hand on my chest, “Please, if you could just stand back up, we do not want to impede his breathing.” Oh shit! Something about his touch, his body pressed to mine, the feel of his hard dick through his pants … fuck I don’t know – set me off again and I started blowing another load up that bottom’s hole without even another stroke. This one racked me to my bones and every spasm that burned through my body was felt by Dr. Mike who moaned and held me as I POZZED that ripped up ass all over again! When my balls were finally drained, my dick slid out of that beaten hole like a python that had just gorged on a herd of goats and was ready for a long nap. Dr. Mike stepped back, wiped his hands one against the other, smiled and said, “There. Now if you please. Get dressed and I will see you back here next Monday, same time,” and with that he left. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!) (Dr Mike: Biohazard and Healer – all story links here - https://breeding.zone/topic/34692-dr-mike-biohazard-story-links/#comment-384265 )

With his cock still in me and covered in sweat, he laid down on top of me and rested. I was still horny and wanted to feel that cock get hard in me again and expand/stretch me open as he came again. Laying under him, with his cock still in my ass was getting me hornier by the min. I started to work my hips up and down a little and flexed my ass to get a reaction from him. I wanted to see if I could get him in the mood for a second round, it felt nice having his cock in me, but I wanted it hard and I was ready to go. The first fuck was only ten mins, I was hoping that the second fuck would be 15 mins or more since it was going to be a second load. With some dirty talk about him giving me his load again, how great he felt in me and that I wanted my pussy torn apart by him. I was starting to get him semi hard and with the moving of the hips and some movement from him he was getting hard, so I moved up onto all fours. We fucked for a little this way and he wanted me to roll over, which I had no problem with. I like to see the eyes and face of a top as they unload into me. Now laying on my back, with me legs on his shoulders I was open for an assault on me hole. He don't disappoint me, damn near made me black out. With one push, he was balls deep in me and fucking like there was not going to be a tomorrow. There was no slow joe fucking this time, it was all about business and the jack rabbit was racing. He hammered my ass as hard as he could and kept it deep the whole time. He toke the whole, tear my pussy up comment literal. He was giving me a new pain that had me on cloud 9, one of those fucks that hurts to the point of passing out but you want more. My head was turning from side to side and I could not beleave this little dude was destroying my ass. He was a man on a mission and the mission was to fuck my brains out. He was watching my face as he drove in and tried to get deeper, I think if he could have gotten his balls in me he would have. Between the short hard thrusts, he would tell me that it was better pussy then his girlfriends pussy and hitting it raw was the best. That dropping a load in a hole was what men do. With his dirty talk and the pounding I was getting, he had me on the edge of blowing my load without playing with my cock. The assault on my ass was going on longer then I had hoped for, which was turning into a problem for my hole. I'm not use to bottoming or having something so thick rammed up my ass. Plus, I was getting ready to nut and knew that I would be done at that point. I told him I needed his load in me and I was ready to receive it. He don't last long after I told him that. With a few more pumps, his cock got bigger, I think i was to loose to feel it like the first time. He started pumping faster and told me, he was going to cum. He rammed me balls deep and held it there as he came in me. He finally pull out and laid on his back, I rolled on to my stomach and stretch my legs out. He reached over and smacked my ass and parted my cheeks. He was looking at my hole and told me that it looked beat up. He started fingering me, he worked three fingers in easy and got the fourth one in with not problem. He started to add the thumb and I told him I would kill him if he tried to fist me. We laid there for a little and I finally got up and dressed to leave. One of the best fucks I have had up to that point of my life. I think he is the one that turned me from 90% top to 50-50

I never thought in a billion years that I could end up in a web site like this. It started a few weeks ago on one of those sleezy web sites. You know the drill. We also say we hate them, but we all log into them every day. The subject line caught my eye and honestly, I almost deleted it right away. "Hey, wanna get aids?" It read. What kind of fucked up person wants to give a guy aids? I guess I was not just shocked, but curious about who might send such a message. So, when I clicked on the profile link, I was surprised to find a very normal good looking guy, and his message was to the point. I'm copying it below here: Sup guys? Yeah, I have HIV. I'm on meds but its not under control yet. I only fuck bare. So, if we hook up, you need to know that you will probably get aids. I don't use condoms. I will use your ass. Don't message me unless you wanna get aids. I'm serious! And don't lecture me. I'm being honest, unlike most guys here. Okay, I probably would not have read his profile if he wasn't so cute. He could have been a model. I think I'm a rather good lucky guy .. I don't mean to brag, but this guy was smoking hot! And I found my mouth gaping as I saw his unlocked pics. Toned, hung, smooth, blond .. need I say more?! I knew I should have just logged off. I honestly didn't think this guy could be real, which is probably why I messaged him. He wouldn't let me make small talk even though I was trying to beat around the bush. He gave me an ultimatum. "Tell me you want aids, or I'm gonna block you." Shit. Maybe he'd just let me suck his dick? No. Can I just jerk you off? Nope. He was to the point, "Last chance, or I'll block you." So, I signed off without responding. I kinda wish the story ended there. I couldn't get him out of my mind. So, a few days later, I signed on and I was both excited and a little scared to see that he didn't block me. My fingers were starting to shake as I messaged him, "I wanna get aids." I glanced at his profile. It indicated he was on his mobile. Let's be clear. I didn't wanna get aids. I just wanted to see if he was real. I mean come on, how could this be real?!? I waited for what seemed like an eternity. I saw he read my message and then he went offline. Hmm. Maybe I called his bluff? Aww shit guys, I need to get to work. I'll tell you what happened after that later.

Going Back Home (Part 1) My name is Tyler, I'm 21 (almost 22) and at 5' 10" and about 140 lbs, I have a tight, lean body, hair in all the right places and trimmed where is important. My cock is (probably) of that bottoms dream of at nearly 8". I left this little, one stop light town over 2 years ago with no regrets and never looked back. So why did I return for a long weekend visit, or person I could never forget, my best friend Chase. We were best friends all through high school and discovered a mutual love for gay sex one night when we had been put on a double date. I went out with some nameless skank and Chase took out my sister. Neither of us scored (not that I tried, my eyes were always on chases ass). We dropped the girls at my house and went with chase back to his place. Chase was an only child and his bedroom was very private so as we sat on his queen size bed in only our boxers or conversation turned to sex (as any 18 year old brain was centered). We were both easily turned on and when my had brushed his growing cock chase let a low moan out. I took this as my cue and moved in for more. Before chase knew what was going I had him naked and I was moving in for a kiss. That was the first night (of many) where I fucked him and bred his tight hole. We didn't know anything about safe sex and continued his regular breeding until the day I left. After I headed for the big city he took up with my sister and 'knocked within weeks of my leaving. I hard they had 2 twin boys and saw pics of the family. I had did not go back then to see the new kids, so you may be asking 'Why am I back I town' now? I had a plan and Chase was it! I came in for four days only contacting Chase, asking him to not say a word to anyone. I told him I needed to see him alone and hoped he'd be able to get away for a couple days. Since he and my sister never got married and he still lined at home so that he could give all his extra money to my sister and his kids. I texted Chase the second I got into town, getting a room at a cheap hotel I the edge of town. I asked fire a room I the backside of the property trying to give us some privacy. When I heard a knock on the door I knew it was my conquest. The moment came through the door and I could tell immediately by the bulge in his jeans, the smile on his face and the gleam in his eye he was happy to see me. It didn't take long before I offered him a 'drink', Coke with GHB to heighten his mood & help loosen him up (although I don't think he was going to need to it, the look on his face told me the he missed my cock). What i wanted the G for was to help introduce him to the joys of chem sex and to get him to beg for my poz seed. When I got to the city it didn't take me long to discover Tina and all the ways to enjoy her along with bottoming. I'm not really sure when I got pozzed, but I knew that I was toxic and prime to pass it onto my target. This was part of my plan to get him to come back to the city with me. I don't know if it was the G or his missing me, but we were both naked in minutes. Chase didn't waste much time getting my hard cock down his throat as I rubbed one hand through his brown hair and the other over his lean body. I knew what he wanted, but I had a better place for my saved up cum. I hadn't cum in nearly a month since I discovered my new 'status' (which want easy with the guys I knew in the city). I could tell if I let Chase continue his work he'd have me cumming in seconds before I stopped him and pulled him up for his first man-on-man kiss. He allowed my tongue into his mouth and I knew at that exact moment he would be mine! It was now my turn to orally pleasure my friend. As I kissed and licked my way down my friends skinny, slim body, I could tell how much Chase missed me as his fingers were tangled in my long red hair as I took his hard 7" cock into my mouth as Chase verbally let me know how much he missed me. While I had my friend a 'little' distracted I pulled out my Tina tainted lube (this is my social blend with enough T in it to get his so high that I'll be able to get him not only begging to be pozzed, but to go back to th city with me). I pushed his legs back and turned his ass up so I’d have better access to it. I leaned in to give Chase his first ever rim job. I knew this would (hopefully) break down all resistance in his body and allow me to slip in a shard or two ( or three or four) into his neg hole. As I began to lick, tease and stimulate Chase through his first rim job he couldn’t help control from moaning. I took a couple minutes to ask if he was liking my eating his ass, to which he replied, ‘Fuck yeah, you can do anything you want to me, I missed you.’ That was my cue and I picked up (what was probably) the largest shard of T I had and held it over his quivering hole. Chase looked up as me and asked what it was, I simply told him it was crystal and was about to rock his world allowing him to focus in on his hole and the infinite amount of pleasure he could experience. Without another word I dropped the shard on his slightly open hole before I pushed it inside. I then alternated between licking and fingering as I sunk the T in deeper and deeper while Chase moaned and said that he felt it burning. I kissed his inner thigh as I let him know that that was normal and would soon fade as I took a second shard and slipped in inside with two fingers, followed by a third shard. All the while I continued to lick and shove my tongue into his hole. By the time he was ready for the fourth shard his hole easily stayed open and I simply dropped it in. Looking down at my friend I asked if he was ready for me to own his ass? His reply was simple, Oh god yes! Since I knew he had not been fucked since I left town nearly 3 yrs ago I asked if he was sure he wanted me to fuck him like I used to and breed him. Not like I was going to give him a choice, but I did have some ‘specially prepared’ rubbers just in case. Chase was the typical dumb fuck country bumpkin, as I lubed up my cock with the Tina laced lube he told me that the few times he fucked my sister he never used protection. That’s why she got ‘knocked up’ shortly after I left town. He figured there was no way I could get him pregnant. I was thinking that this was too easy as I slowly sank my lubed up cock inside him, quickly bottoming out on the first stroke. I wanted the first few fucks to be memorable. I could see Chase slipping deeper and deeper into a Tina fuelled haze as I pulled out my pipe and began to get high myself. Chase asked about the pipe. I let him know it was the same stuff I dropped into his ass. He dumbly asked if he could have a toke. But in his position the only thing I could do was shot-gun the smoke to him. After a few hits form myself and a couple more shot-gunned to him, chase was well on his way to knowing the joys of chem sex. I dropped two loads inside Chase before I pulled out. The first time I egged him on to ask for my load, for me to shoot my dirty seed in him. On the second load I got him begging for me to get him pregnant. Each load was delivered with a deep passionate kiss.

(This is my first story - hope all errors are corrected and everyone enjoys) The longer I drove around searching for the house, the harder my cock got in my shorts and being that I didn’t wear underwear my shorts had a huge pre-cum spot on them when I did find it. The house was hidden from the road by overgrown trees, shrubs, and weeds; what led me to the house was an old faded, rusted mailbox with a bright yellow scorpion with a small red biohazard symbol painted inside its body. Turning into the drive way, my cock pulsed even more pre-cum into my shorts as well as onto my leg. Once the overgrowth cleared, I got my first view of the house and it was close to being condemned. All the windows were blacked out, the paint on house was peeling away and in places the wooden siding was falling off, yet oddly enough the front door looked to have been freshly painted in a bright red, and painted in the lower right corner was a yellow scorpion which more-or-less matched the scorpion painted on the mail box. I didn't notice, however, if this scorpion was pictured with a biohazard symbol, but somehow I would bet money on it that it did. Parking off to the side, my legs began to shake, perhaps out of fear but also perhaps out of excitement stemming from my anticipation of what was about to happen. Taking a bottle of poppers out of the middle console, I twisted the top off, shoved it under my nose and took a deep hit, not once but twice. I felt my body relax and my mind drift. I shut off my car, opened the door and stepped out in to the hot summer air. As I walked to the front door, my cock pointed the way pumping out more pre-cum, by the time I climbed the three stairs and was standing in front of the red door, the spot on my shorts was the size of a grapefruit. I knocked three times and waited. I could hear movement from inside the house and time seemed to slow to a crawl. Not knowing how much time had really passed I knocked again. Again I heard some motion inside the house, as a voice called out "Fuckin’ heard you the first time!!!” I stepped back as the door began to swing open. Staring back at me from inside the door was a older man, if I had to guess I would say about 65, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, that looked as if they were just as old as he was. You could tell that in his prime he was muscular, but time had taken a toll on him: his skin was wrinkled and sagging, and his chest was blanketed by a coat of white fur that tapered down to a trail that disappeared into the waist of his boxers and exited each leg, covering them in an even thicker blanket of fur. “I was looking…” I said, but he cut me off abruptly. “I know why you are here, you know why you are here” he said, as he turned, letting go of the open door and started walking back into the house. Turning again he motioned for me to follow. I did not hesitate. The inside of the house was just as bad as the outside: wallpaper was half hanging off the walls, plaster was cracked and in some places missing. I followed him into a room just to the left of a staircase that looked as if it would come crashing down if anyone attempted to climb it. He crossed half the room and turned before sitting in an old chair, as he did his cock poked through the fly of his boxers. He was uncut and as I got closer I could see that his foreskin completely covered his head. I could not help but stare. His cock was twitching, and looked as if it was growing and thickening. I watched as it continued to exit his fly and stretched out a good 8 inches and yet the foreskin still covered the head. I bet there was another two inches inside the boxers. I couldn’t help by rub my own hard cock as I watched. “You looking for mild exposure, moderate, strong or extreme exposure?’ he asked as he ran his hand across his chest and down his stomach. His hand did not stop until he had gripped his cock. He pulled back the foreskin some to expose the tip of his head. “Extreme,” I replied, licking my lips. “I thought so,” he whispered as he stood, still holding his cock. With his free hand he reached under his cock and into his boxers pulling out his balls and started to walk away telling me to follow him. We left the room and started up the staircase. The only sound I heard was the creaking of the staircase as we made our ascent. As we climbed the staircase, I could see he was slowly stroking his uncut cock. My mind raced as I asked myself 'Is this man going to slide his cock into my hole and expose me?' My cock throbbed, rubbing against my leg and shorts. Once we were at the top, he went over to what looked like a light switched and flipped it on and off four times, then left it on. What it controlled was no where to be seen. Opening a door next to the switch, we entered a dark room. Only after he flipped another switch did a red light come on so I could see I was in a very small room, each was of which was covered in mirrors. In the center of the room was a black wooden box, about a three feet high, three feet long and only wide enough for a torso to fit. Secured to the floor, one to each corner of the box was a pair of leather cuffs. The sole word 'Fuck' popped in my mind. “Strip, put your clothing into the box and lay on top.” I was out of what little I had been wearing before he had completed his sentence, as instructed, putting the items in the box. No sooner was I done when he pushed my back, so my chest and stomach were resting on the box. His hand slid down my back and continued down my ass crack until he reached my cock and balls. Wrapping his hand around them pulling them out from under me until they were pointing down the side of the box. He quickly worked to secure each of my legs in the cuffs. Afterwards I tried to move them, but saw I only had about an inch of play. Clearly I wasn’t going any where. He did the same to my arms. There was no turning back now. Bending down next to me, I could feel his hot breathe in my ear as he grunted "Now the fun begins." With these brief remarks he turned, left the room, shutting the door behind himself.

Bored at work... want some anal action... my cock is so keen to cum from anal stimulation only...

Dress up as a SissySlut and ready to parTy

In the process of writing a new story, this one will have more chapters - Be on the look out for it.

Rawboyz, Here are some of my experiences at Steamworks Toronto on a non-Cumunion Saturday night. I would say, on the whole, it was a fun night. After a busy day, I decided just to have fun being a raw vers daddy. The darkrooms tonight were the best. I fucked a whole bunch of younger willing holes in the front and back darkrooms of SW Toronto. I love it when most younger guys' hole muscles grab on to my cock to milk it!! Mmmm…. I met a fellow bare backer from the bb orgies I added at Club120. He had a bigger role. We were talking when a guy from a neighbouring room wanted sex. Ok, we both told him we're only in raw sex. Must have been a translation problem; he came into my fuckbud's room and shut the door. This guy proceeded to suck him, and when I wanted to fuck him, this guy said, 'Condom'. We both reiterated that we're only into bb sex. This guy left quickly. WTF!! At a certain point in the night, a younger guy wanted me to fuck him with a condom in my room. Can you see what I would say to him? I did say that I only fuck raw. I was hard as a rock. He lubed up his hole and my hardness. He said that I could enter him without a condom and fuck him a bit. As I fucked him, he got turned on. He insisted on me not cumming in him. If you, guys, have read my previous posts, when I establish a good rhythm with a guy, I cum quickly. This guy got me going close to cumming. I exited him and thanked him to be able to fuck him raw. He seemed to enjoy it too! Also, since the lights were becoming really dark in the dark areas, action got even better. I decided to walk around in the nude. More advertising. I reverted to being a bottom. I thought, what the hell! A raw top lubed my hole up, entered me and fuck me for a bit and came up my hole. It felt GREAT! Others fucked me but did not cum. It was fun!! Now, at the end of my time there, almost 4 AM, I decided to fuck two younger holes raw. I was hard enough. Each CUNT got a load from me. They were close together being fucked. Side by side, I could deposit cum in one hole then cum in a second hole. I was amazed by my performance for a raw daddy. I showered and was out by 4:30 AM. A great time!! Similar experiences, guys?! Do write.

Gaping, I could feel my hole still open minutes after the monster cock slipped out. I wanted more, I wanted him back to fuck me, use me, fuck - even rape me harder over and over. I wondered what was next, how the fuck is this shit hole of a house going to top that fucker. Would my hole still be so open that I would not feel the next cock? It didn’t take long for me to find out. Another mirror slowly started to open, in what I mentally dubbed “The Conversion Funhouse,” slowly revealing the next horror. Standing there in the area behind the mirror was more skeleton, than man. He was so wasted away that he was just skin and bones, not one ounce of fat on his body. He was pale and naked from the neck down. His head was completely covered by what looked like a burlap hood, with slits for eyes and small openings for nostrils - nothing but a sown “x” for a mouth. If he wasn’t nude, he looked as if he stepped out of a slasher film. Walking in slowly, I watched his cock and balls bounce between his legs. His cock was not as massive in length like the monster before, but it was close in girth while still soft. He stopped behind me, as if admiring the work of the cock before him. As he circled my hole slowly with his finger, with out sliding it in, his cock started to grow - my eyes widened as I watch his cock obscenely thicken to the size of a beer can - and this fucker was actually the size of a beer can. FUUUUUCCCKKK - I wanted, needed and craved if up my fuck hole. The length was about seven inches, but it was the girth that was turning me into a bitch in heat. I watched as he positioned himself behind me, the reflection of the sagging skin of his ass made me wonder if he was positive or full blown. The first monster was positive that’s for sure…but how far along was this this fucker was anyone’s guess at this point. Holding the base of his cock, he started running the head up and down my crack, teasing me, pressing more and more into me until on one pass his cock slipped inside my gaping hole. My hole offered no resistance, he plunged balls deep and stayed there. This time there was no pain, only the pleasure of my hole opening wider for this thick cock. His bony hip bones pressed against my ass, digging into me. His bony fingers reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as far as my neck would allow. With his cock deep in me, he bent down and put his head next to mine. “my AIDS cock is deep in your hole” he said “it’s what you wanted?” I moaned out a yes, all the while processing the smell of his breath, fuck he smelled of rot, of DEATH. “going to slam my AIDS dick in you until I shoot a full term virus into your bleeding hole - are you ready?” Again I moaned out a yes, while breathing in his death and attempting to push back against him. His cock slowly started to move out of my hole, making me feel empty. I could feel more of the first load of cum running down my balls and cock. His fuck was not as brutal as the monster before. His rhythm of in and out was time just perfectly to make my ass feel pleasure, while all the time knowing that he was going to shoot his death deep within, mixing with the toxic load of the brute before. His balls created a slapping sound that complimented the squish of cum being churned in my hole as well as the air that was being injected and forced out with each thrust of his cock. Watching in the mirror, I could see him tweaking his nipples along with a glimpse of his thick cum covered cock as it slid in and out of my hole. Adding to the fuck music was my moans of pleasure and his growling of enjoyment. Pumping his cock in and out of my hole increased along with the forcefulness - this action was like a stabbing motion as if he was plunging a dagger deep in my ass, resulting in my death - which was true to an extent - his cock was going to deliver the blow that would eventually result in my death - death to being negative, death to safe sex, and death by AIDS. “no turning back now you fucking AIDS whore, I am on the edge of blasting your insides with AIDS cum “ he yelled during his breathing, “nothing you can say or do to stop it” His cock thickened slightly and I knew it was time. Time for another gift. No fear, just ecstasy. He slammed his cock all the way inside as it pulsed and spit, coating my raw hole with cum. Within seconds the pulsing stopped and he started pumping his cock in and out of my hole again. “It’s not over fucker, I am a multiple shooter” His cock was even more slick and he slid in and out with more ease and within a minute or two, he pushed in deep again and I felt his cock start to pulse another death load in me, only to have him start fucking me again as soon the climax subsided. “squeeze your hole around my cock, you fucking loose fuck” he screamed at me and as hard as I tried I couldn’t make my hole tight around his cock. “squeeze it you loose lipped whore” he yelled again as he slapped both of my ass cheeks. He had stopped pumping his cock, and was violently pulling out and ramming it back into my hole, over and over. I was completely at his mercy, trying to tighten my hole which was still too loose for him. His hands continued to slap each cheek, alternating the slaps. I could feel my skin heating up and in the mirror’s reflection see red marks forming and darkening. This continued for about five minutes until he slammed all the way in, shooting another load, what felt like a larger load deep into my guts. He pressed into me until it subsided and his cock began to deflate, and as he pulled out he gave each cheek another a slap. I held my breath as he exited the room through the same way he entered. Playing both fucks back in my head. I had been fucked by a monster and by death. What the fuck was next - Sarah Palin himself?

Panic started to sit in, as my mind raced and the shaking returning. I wish I had my poppers to relax me. There was not turning back now. Time again felt as if it was standing still. I didn’t know how long I was going to be in here alone, bound, naked and horny as fuck. The silence was deafening and was broken by a click. A mirror to my right started to move and my eyes were glued to the reflection of this in the mirror before me. My breathing became heavier as the mirror revealed the monster behind it. He was fucking huge. From my position I could only guess that he was over 6’5” and his body was so massive that he looked as if he had been on steroids from birth. From his chin down, his body was covered in tattoos and once he stepped in and shut the mirror, I could see that his back side was the same as the front. I could not see his face, he wore a hood that covered it from the bottom of his nose to the middle of his neck in the back, as well as the sides of his head. His eyes were visible through two hole and they were as black as the hood. On his feet he wore combat boots and in the middle was a jockstrap. At one time it had been white and new, now it was stained in red in some spots, yellow in others, and was so worn that it looked as if it would fall apart with one tug. Strings were hanging everywhere. What was inside the pouch was barely being contained. The side of the pouch were stretched so far from his body, that as he stood there one of his balls slipped out. I watched him walk the short distance from where he entered to where I was, stopping next to my head. I could feel the heat of his body as he stood close to me. I turned my head as he squat, watching his pouch as it went by. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. Slowly he ran his hand along his thigh until he reached the pouch. Grabbing it he pulled it aside, and his cock and balls fell out. His cock was as massive as his body. His cock was twitching as it got harder and harder. Once it was rock hard, a good 11 inches rock hard, it started to jump as an evil grin came across his face. The cock was not only 11 inches but was as thick as a boys arm. Where the fuck did they breed this monster. I wanted his cock in my mouth, I drooled just thinking about how ripe it would taste, how it would stretch open my mouth. I wanted to feel it jammed down my throat, choking me, turning my face blue. I wanted to feel my throat open and his balls slap my chin as he face fucked me, while tears ran down my checks. I was snatched back to reality by something sharp running down my back, right down my spine, causing chills to sweep through my body. Looking up in the mirror I could see it was his fingernail that had been sharpened to a point, it continued until he reached the start of my ass crack, it was then we locked eyes and his fingernail slowly moved until it was at my hole, which was puckering in and out. Fuck I was turned on, I could only imagine the puddle on the floor of pre-cum. Without warning, he stabbed his nail into my puckering hole, at first there was some resistance, but that gave way with by the force that he added. He drove his digit knuckle deep into me, all the time moving his finger around inside - that’s when little waves of pain started to register in my mind. My eyes grew wider. Breaking our eye contact I looked back at his monster cock to take my mind off the pain that was coming more and more, only to find that it was leaking, his pre-cum was so thick, that it went from the piss slit to the floor without breaking and was puddling. He continued the assault on my hole, now finger fucking me so hard that he was pushing my body forward, pinching my cock against the corner of the box. After about five minutes of this, he pulled his finger out, leaving my hole empty. Grabbing my chin with his other hand he forced open my mouth and stuck the finger from my hole in. Greedily I sucked on it, too turned on to register the taste of blood from my hole. Once his finger was clean he withdrew his digit. I watched his reflection as he reached into his boot and pulled out a rounded wooden bit that had leather straps on each end. Again grabbing my chin, he forced open my mouth, shoving the wood in as far back as it would go. He moved quickly over me, straddling my back. I could feel his monster cock resting on my back, leaking its fuck juice. Grabbing the leather he tied them tightly behind my head. Task complete, he slowly moved, dragging his cock down my back until it was resting at the top of my ass crack. My heart was racing, I could see sweat forming on my forehead, and my hole was twitching, pulsing in and out. His evil grin returned as he spit on his fingers then wiped his spit on my hole. He grabbed his cock in his hand he lined up the head against my hole, his other hand pressed down on my back as I bit down on the wood in my mouth. I could feel him pressing hard against my hole, which was resisting until the hand on my back lifted off and slapped my ass hard, that’s when my hole gave way. Feeling my hole opening he pressed harder, driving his monster cock into my hole. There was not waiting for me to adjust to the sheer size of his cock, he continued to drive in. The pain was intense, I felt as if I was being ripped in two. I bit harder, and tried to scream, but nothing came out. I had no clue if he had one inch or ten inside me. In one swift move, he drove all the way in and dropped his body on top of mine. “take the pain, motherfucker, take the pain” My body was sweating, my heart racing, my mind was drifting as I involuntarily rolled my eyes back. A slap against my head brought me back to the situation I was in. His cock was moving in and out of my fuck hole, pulling it out until his cock head was pulling the inside of my hole outwards and then he would drive in balls deep. Over and over he would assault my hole. Minutes ticked by and I began to relax, my hole began to relax, and pain turned to pleasure. Sensing this he picked up speed, ramming his cock in and out. At one point he would take that massive fuck stick out and ram it back in balls deep. My silent screams turned to moans of pleasure! Pleasure I had never felt, his massive cock had opened my hole to new senses and I never wanted it to stop. I could feel his cock getting thicker and thicker and I knew that this power fuck was coming to and end. His cock moved faster and faster as his breath increased. Grabbing me by both shoulders, this monster slammed his cock balls deep, groaning: “take that toxic load, you fucking cock whore” He kept pressing his crotch against my ass, as if he was trying to climb in my hole as I felt the pulsing of his cock shooting his cum deep into my wrecked hole. I counted at least nine pulses of his cock, fuck me - it had to be a huge load of toxic cum. Slowly he pulled slightly out as he came down from his intense climax, then pushed back in just as slow, he continued this each time pulling out further and and further, until he pulled completely out. I feel a small amount of his load running down my balls and cock. Without words, he turned and left through the mirror he entered through, leaving me exhausted and still tied to the box.

Part 2: Hey, wanna get aids? I've had a hard time trying to explain this next part. It's all kinda messed up in my head, still. It's so irrational. But, I'll try to make it make some sense. I took up Sean on his invitation to his place. Honestly, I almost turned around a few times. I was kinda shocked that I ended up there. We made some small talk, and Sean offered me a drink. That helped calm me down some. And then he just told me I should go to his bedroom and undress and lie down on my stomach. I don't know why, but it all seemed so normal. I couldn't get his warning out of my head .. he was going to give me aids. Yet, somehow I walked back to his bedroom and was surprised that I already had a hard-on. As I lied down on his bed, the satin sheets felt amazing against my cock. For a moment, I worried I might get pre-cum on his sheets then kinda laughed to myself that I would worry about such a thing in this situation. I didn't hear him come in. I just felt a hand on the back of my thigh. When I turned my head to get a look, there was his body looking even better than his pictures. His cock seemed even bigger somehow as it bent upward. It was shiny and you could say radiant. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, and I quickly found his dick probing around my hole. I felt unexpectedly wet. Then, I realized he must have already lubed himself while I waited for him. He leaned into my ear and asked, "Why are you here?" And for some reason, I drew a blank. I didn't know what to say right away. He was prodding around my hole, and it was very distracting and arousing. And, then, I remembered why. I softly answered, "I wanna get aids." Say it again, he said and then licked the inside of my ear. "I wanna get aids" I said a little louder. That's when I felt him start to make entry. I'm a decent bottom, but he felt much thicker than I imagined. It burned for a moment, then he pulled out, and gently pushed in the tip, this time having acquired more lube. My mind raced. What was I doing?! When he spoke, I felt more at ease, oddly enough. "You're gonne get aids," he said as he dipped his thick head deeper into me. I gasped for breath. The shock of my willingness and the quick entry both startled me. I squirmed a little bit as my ass was slowly stretched and I felt his length pry into me. "Say it," Sean prompted me. I didn't hesitate this time and managed to say more loudly, "I wanna get aids." He retracted his cock a bit, and slid it in a bit deeper. "Say it again," he said. The feeling was indescribable. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. I never felt so conflicted, but never so horny either. This time, I blurted it out "I wanna get aids!" Another tongue into my ear. His tongue violated my ear just as aggressively as his cock was violating my ass. I didn't need his prompt this time. "I wanna get aids!" I announced even louder to hear it over the slurping noise in my ear. Suddenly, his gentle thrusting picked up into a steady fucking. And it felt wonderful! And .. just full. I was full of cock! When I didn't think I could feel any better, he whispered into my ear, "I'm giving you aids." The feeling was too intense. I had to close my eyes. I almost thought I would shoot cum out my eyes if I didn't. I never been more turned on. "Oh Shit!" I started yelling when he picked up his pace. I was starting to lose control. My sanity disappeared altogether. All I knew how was that I wanted Sean to give me aids. And I couldn't stop asking for it. I don't know how many times I begged for it. "I want aids!! Give me aids!!!!" At this point, it all seemed perfectly normal. He was fucking me furiously. That's not the right word. He wasn't just fucking me, he was violently attacking my hole faster and harder than I had ever felt. He was grunting as he continue to pound me and assured me "yeah .. you're getting my fucking aids in you. You love my aids cock fucking your hole don't you?" he asked at some point. I remember screaming, "fuck yes! fuck yes! give me aids! please give me aids !!!" And then I felt it. The pumping, the balls deep thrusts that hit places inside me I never know I had. "Here it comes!" he exclaimed. And then I felt the wetness, the spasms of his cock inside me. I involuntarily started to cum into the satin sheets beneath me too. As I began to orgasm, a flash of reality hit me. Mid-orgasm, I realized "I'm getting aids ..." I felt a wave of panic overcome me. He kept pounding me deeply and my ass felt squishy. I don't know how it happened, but the terror I felt was folded into my orgasm and I ended up howling "Fuck yes! want aids!!!" And then I must have cum buckets. The satin sheets underneath me felt entirely drenched. I still felt Sean inside me with occasional pumping sensations. And I didn't want him to pull out. To this day, I still don't know why I did that.

A/N : This idea came to me as I was looking for incest videos, and I just had to write it down. This is going to be a slow buildup, I hope you enjoy it. —————————————— Fuck, you're hot, man. I read the latest message I got on Grindr, looking at the pics from the sender—J21DL, who was just 15 miles away. Just body shots, and what a body it was—all smooth, defined bouncy pecs, and rock hard abs. His screen name explained why he didn't show his face—I didn't show mine either, after all. It made my dick stir in anticipation, as I scrolled through his racier pics—which he'd unlocked for my viewing. J21DL had a nice round ass, and a clean, tight-looking hole. His last pic, where he was kneeling, ass in the air, hands spreading his fat cheeks apart, almost made me come. I lay in bed, naked, stroking my cock. My wife was working a night shift—again—and here I was, all horned up. I've been getting lonely ever since my son went off to college 3 years ago, and my wife started taking more shifts at the hospital. We kept missing each other, what with my day job and her night job. I didn't see much of her, and all those nights spent alone really did a job on my sex drive. So I channeled that frustration into working out, shedding all the fat I'd gotten from all those marital years, to the point where I looked pretty ripped now—if all the attention I was now getting was any indication. I loved fooling around with guys when I was in college—hell, some the hottest sex I'd had was with guys—and hadn't had the opportunity to do so since I got married. I kept to myself, watching gay porn, chatting online with cam guys, but I never actually went all the way and cheated on my wife. That's where I crossed the line. Until tonight. Thanks, you're pretty hot yourself, I replied to the young college guy. White guys aren't my type, usually, but even I couldn't deny how gorgeous that young stud was. And horny as I was, I couldn't help but fantasize about how great that bubble but would feel, bouncing against my hips, with my cock up that tight hole. I shared my locked pics with him, one which showed my happy trail down to my hard 8-inch cock. Another with my profile, highlighting the curve of my ass. Fuck... J21DL said. I need that cock inside me. Yeah? Fuck yeah. My GF's studying for an exam, and I'm horny as fuck. Come over. I paused, a war raging inside me. Oh how I wanted to plow that young thing all night long. But I wanted to be faithful to my wife. Hell, that kid was the same age as Brandon, my son. I couldn't do that to them. Could I? Wish I could, kid, I eventually sent. Why can't you? I'm married. That's even hotter, he replied. Part of my agreed, and I groaned in frustration. A few seconds later, I received a pic from him. Come on, man, I need your big cock in me. Damn, kid, I replied as I squeezed my cock. You're kind of cheating already right now anyway. Might as well go all the way now. Was I, though? Was this cheating? Fuck, I wasn't thinking clearly, horny as I was. As I looked at the empty space next to me, then to my raging hard cock, I made up my mind. Fuck it, give me your address, I said, and within half an hour, I was leaving my car and standing before a fraternity house, cock still hard in my cargo shorts. I'd left in a hurry, didn't even bother putting on underwear—I'd just grabbed a tank top and a pair of shorts. I entered the house, the front door left unlocked as J said it would. Thank God, Brandon hadn't joined a frat. At least I wouldn't be caught by my son tonight. The front door will be open, come up the stairs, first door on your left. I'll be waiting for you on my bed, ass up for you to take. Just come in, don't say a word, fuck me real good, then leave. I don't want my brothers to hear us. As promised, I found one beautiful boy standing on all fours on a queen size bed, his perfect bubble butt in front of me. I could barely see inside his room, dark as it was, but I didn't care much at the moment. I didn't waste time and kneeled in front of J, taking a good whiff of his musky scent before lapping up at his hole. I dug my tongue in, reveling in the soft moaning that left his mouth. I slapped his hole with my cock then, letting my head rub back and forth over his hole, teasing the entrance. My cock was leaking precum like I'd never seen before, and I was smearing it all over J's hole, the thought of filling that young boy's ass with my cum turning me on even more than I already was. "You want that cock?" I asked as I plastered myself over his back, nipping at his earlobe while I kept grinding my cock between his ass cheeks. "Yeah, fuck me," he replied, and then put a condom in my hand. I took it, not letting my disappointment come through, and sat back on my feet. I grabbed the bottle of lube J had left on the bed and poured a good amount on his hole, slipping my fingers through. "Fuck," he muttered as I slipped on the condom. The latex felt weird on my cock, as I hadn't used a condom in forever, and even a little constricting. I didn't like it, but I wanted to respect this young man's wishes—I knew I was clean, but who knew what diseases he carried. I didn't need to be caught with an STD. Soon enough, I was ready—and so was J—and slowly entered the young jock's hole. "Ooh fuck, yeah, just like that," he whispered, encouraging me to pick up the pace. I slipped in an out of him slowly at first, loving how crazy I was making him. I wanted to tease him until he went wild with want, and begged me to fuck him senseless. "Come on, old man, fuck me," he said, thrusting his ass back against my cock. How I wish I could see his face right now, and so I rolled him over, my cock still inside, trying to get a good look of his face. Sadly, it was too dark, so I traced his features with my fingers, stroked his smooth young face and plump lips. J had really soft hair, and I couldn't help but lean down and kiss him. He kissed back like a starved kid, and that spurred me to fuck him harder. J wrapped his arms around my broad back as I plowed his ass, swallowing his moans with my mouth as my balls slapped his ass. I was in heaven, fucking this pretty young thing, and for a moment, I forgot I was a married man in his late forties. "Mmhh, yeah, just like that, Daddy," J said, the last word making me pause. Had he just called me...daddy? "Don't stop, fuck me, Daddy." There was that word again, sparking something inside me. I found myself even more turned on at the thought of fucking my own son, which was crazy as fuck. I had never even thought of that before. J awoke a beast in me, and I found myself fucking him even harder. There was no way his frat brothers couldn't hear us, even if we kept our mouth shut, the sound of my balls hitting J's ass was pretty loud. "You like that, son?" I whispered near J's ear, getting myself into this little roleplay he got us into. "Like Daddy's big cock in you?" "Fuck, yeah, Daddy," J said, his arms bringing me even closer to him for a sloppy kiss. "Love you, Daddy." "Love you too, baby boy," I replied, feeling my load coming. "I'm going to cum, son." "Cum inside me, Daddy," he said, and just like that, I came undone, bursting inside J's hole, wishing there was no barrier between us. I pulled out of him, and took of the filled condom off my cock, and was about to tie it up when J stopped me with a firm hand. "Don't throw it away," J said, taking the condom off my hands. "Such a waste." "What are you doing?" I asked, not seeing clearly what the kid was up to. "I'm tasting your cum, Daddy," he replied, and there I could see the condom inside his mouth, J tilting the end up to make my cum slid down his mouth. It was the hottest thing I 'd ever seen in my life. "Fuck, you taste so good, Daddy." "Jesus Christ, son," I said, pinning him down on his bed to kiss him. I tasted my self on his tongue, and man, that tasted damn amazing. My cock was getting hard again, and I felt J's own hard cock grinding against mine. He was moaning pretty loud as we kept kissing, our cocks sliding together in bliss, until he, too, came. I felt his cock pulsating along mine, and that made me come again. "You feel so good, Daddy," he whispered, hands roaming all over my back as we kept sliding our bodies up and down. "Thank you." "You're welcome, baby," I said, pulling away to look at the mess on his belly. I couldn't resist the sight of all the glistening cum on his abs, and leaned down, lapping up everything I could. "Give me some," J said, and I obliged, keeping all the cum in my mouth until I could lock my lips with his. We shared the cum between our tongues, my body flushed against his. I never wanted to leave J, his gorgeous body connecting with mine, his strong thighs tangled up in mine. At the moment, I didn't regret my decision, even if it meant I was a cheater. I had one of the best nights of my life, and I couldn't care less, I thought as I dozed off with J in my arms.

Matt and Roger I’m Matt, 27, 6’3”, 230, white, coarse dark brown hair, buzz cut, furry chest, legs, trimmed beard, brown eyes, 7.5 thick cut dick, TT, gym rat, and workaholic. Roger, my boyfriend of six years, is 5’11” 185, 3/4 white 1/4 blatino, eight inches, thick uncut dick, vers, with really light olive skin with sporadic dark curly hair. He's also gym rat. We’ve been monogamous for all six years and have lived together for four in the upper east side of Manhattan. We have in a nice daily routine, which consists of waking up, my fucking a load into him, going to work, lifting at the Equinox from six to seven PM, taking a steam, and heading home to stuff our faces with protein. Sometimes we fuck again at night but usually we save it for the morning session. Monday. This morning Roger had to go out of town for work until Friday, so he left for the airport at 6:00 AM. I missed fucking him, but I didn't jack off because I knew I would have his hole when he got back. I slept in until the last minute and headed to work where I found my balls unusually heavy, and when walking to the break room to get coffee my dick had scarcely rubbed against my boxers when it got somewhat fluffy. Then, when my straight Dominican 45 year old 6’1” 200 lb masculine beefy co-worker came into the break room and began chatting with me about expense reports, my gaze drifted back and forth between his soft wet dark pink lips and the dick bulge visible even through his suit pants. Involuntarily I licked my lips thinking about the taste of his surely uncut, musky dick and ass. By now my dick was pumped full of blood. I definitely needed to stop looking at him. One day of cum backing-up and I was already turning into an animal. Heading back to my desk I popped an Adderral and before I knew it, 5:00 PM arrived, so I headed to the gym. Although my dick was a half staff, I managed to bust out my lift, pop by Chipotle, and get to bed early. Tuesday I was even more horny, and my dick involuntary got hard throughout work. After I was done I headed to the gym, only to find the locker room was busier than normal, with probably twenty or so guys, half of whom were getting dressed, and half of whom were milling around wearing only a towel, en route to the steam room or showers. My senses were heightened. I could smell and practically taste the odor of man. My eyes discretely explored the various bodies as I passed through the locker corridors. In the second such corridor I found a muscled body, fully naked, bent over as he was putting his underwear on. His hairy hole was fully exposed for the second I could observe him. My dick jumped. If it was socially acceptable I would have spit fucked him right there, right then. Instead I went into the last corridor to my usual locker, only to discover two furry bearded muscle daddies, about 50 years old, one 5’9 175, the other 6’ 200, both wearing briefs and pulling on their workout clothing. I can’t help but visually explore their tight furry, veiny, leathery bodies, including the top of a scorpion tattoo which was visible on the waist of the taller man. My eyes made their way down to his hefty bulge visible through his white briefs. His dick was clearly a giant. I could almost see veins running down through the fabric. His balls were so heavy his briefs were sagging somewhat, and his whole crotch was obviously bushy with dark hair. He was definitely a piggy poz daddy. I wanted to bury my face against his crotch. The blood, meanwhile, was surging into my dick, and my entire body temperature was rising. Although only a few seconds had passed since I rounded the corner, both men noticed I was looking. They paused in their chat, which led me to realize my mouth was gaping open, and I was all but drooling. Blushing, I quickly started changing, thinking to myself 'Fuck, you're an idiot. I love Roger'. I also thought 'You're definitely going to have to jack off tonight, if only to get some release'. The two daddies, however, were like lions stalking weak prey. The taller one initiated conversation with me remarking "I hope the gym isn’t as busy as this shit show locker room.” “Hah, agreed,” I replied. "What are you lifting today?” he persisted. "Chest and probably some shoulders. You?” "Nice. I'm working chest and tri’s. Dave here is doing cardio. If it’s nuts out there and you want any machine I’m on, don’t hesitate to let me know.” “Thanks, man. Same to you.” With that the three of us walked upstairs to the workout floor where it truly was a shit show. Nearly every machine and weight was occupied. I got lucky and spot a bench which was about to be vacated, and started loading up the 45's. The six foot daddy approached remarking “Hey, lucky guy, you mind if I join you?” "Not at all. Matt here. What's your name?” “Frank. Nice to meet you. Guess you're up first, youngin'.” Laying back on the bench I could feel Frank's eyes undressing me, and to be honest it was reciprocal, because when I looked up I found myself staring at his bulge and black furry armpits. I also found myself thinking he must be middle-eastern decent, or his ancestors came from somewhere in that part of the world. His arms were huge and quite veiny. He was wearing a black tank top and grey basketball shorts which complemented his build. As I lay there I inhaled a few times to pump up for my set. The smell of dick musk was palpable and intoxicating, so naturally blood pumped into my dick. “Hey Matt, you going to do this or just pass out from breathing too much?" Frank joked, his voice extremely deep and sexy. I busted out my set, and then, now spotting him, my bulge was huge, as I was half hard. I try to adjust my dick in my boxers to minimize its appearance, but Frank, already laying down and looking from a position where he could see up the leg of my shorts, chuckled and suggested “Move a bit forward so I can look up your shorts and see what’s causing this distracting view." Blushing, I smiled and awkwardly didn't make a reply. Frank kept up the banter throughout his entire set, and ended-up working with me for the rest of my routine. After every lift he either patted my back, butt, or briefly massaged my neck in a very bro style. He knew exactly how to seduce me, and as we walked towards the locker room Frank made his move “Dave is going to be doing cardio for a bit longer. We almost meet here after work, but he usually leaves after I do. How about grabbing Chipotle? I’m starving.” I was also, and without hesitation replied “Sure, I’m game.” We quickly changed into our street clothing and headed out. Just as we hit the street he briefly massaged the back of my neck as he asked “Hey, do you mind if we pop into my place really fast so I can get a heartburn pill? I love hot sauce but it kills me. My apartment is on the way to Chipotle.” It felt wrong but I couldn't think fast enough to get out of it. “Sure no problem.” His place was on the next block up. Walking in, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants and underwear as he moved deeper into the apartment. His body was so strong, and showed quite a bit of fur on his upper back and above his ass. His ass and legs were, in fact, completely covered in thick black hair. My heart was about to explode out of my chest and my dick was pumping full of blood. I wanted to lick him all over. “Sorry, man, I'm gonna throw on some dry clothing, real quick.” As he paraded into his bedroom I could see his dick sway between his legs. I had to regain my composure, so I asked to use his bathroom. "Sure, use the one through here, though, attached to my bedroom. The guest bathroom is being renovated." No sooner had I entered his bedroom he than he turned to me, his monstrous, poisonous, uncut dick thick and half hard. His scorpion tattoo also caught my eye, especially because it was much bigger than I had realized, stretching from his waist to his balls, buried in black hair. Stepping forward, Frank grabbed my face and growled "Come here." He had me under his spell. When he jammed his tongue into my mouth I was surprised how soft his lips felt, surrounded by his thick beard. Pulling back slightly, he ordered "Open your mouth.” I complied without a thought and he spat deep into my mouth, actually hitting the back of my throat. Again his mouth engulfed mine, his tongue wresting with mine. I felt virtually weak kneed with lust as my dick throbbed with arousal, my precum seeping into my underwear. He completely dominated me, and it seemed only correct that as his tongue explored my mouth and throat, he should pull my pants down and my shirt off over my head. My mind flashed ever so briefly to Roger, and a wave of guilt hits me, but the combination of Frank and my throbbing dick overcame my sense of guilt. There was no question: at least at this moment, Frank and my throbbing dick were in control. As we kissed, Frank's hand made its way to my furry muscular ass, squeezing first one, then the other cheek, hard, grunting into my mouth as he did so. Then he found my asshole and starts to scratch into it. Fuck, no one had done that to me in so long. It felt amazing. Even though I was completely dry, he forced his middle finger in knuckle deep, digging away. It seemed as if electricity was shooting from my hole to my dick. I could probably could have cum from that play alone, but instead he pulled closer against his chest, in so doing trapping his rock hard monster cock between our bodies. I'm not exaggerating when I say it stretched all the way up to my chest. And fuck, he was poz. His massive dick was leaking toxic precum onto my chest. I thought 'Well, I can’t get poz from spit, right? So as long as we just jack off I'm good', but Frank apparently had a different idea 'cause he took me into his arms, picked me up, and deposited me on the bed as he joined me there, the entire move without having let go of me. At this point his rock hard monster nine inch, thick uncut dick was oozing precum onto my stomach. Positioning himself between my legs, Frank ground his dick against mine as we continued making out. It had been so long since I've been with a guy other than Roger that everything felt new, and it was new in another sense. I had never before been dominated. Breaking our kiss, Frank stood up, and, standing over my body, jacked his huge furry dick while twisting his nipple. Then he crouched over my face, presenting his massive balls for me to admire. I was in sensory overload. They were so ripe. Taking ragged, deep breaths, I was all but getting high off of Frank's man smell. I wanted all of his sweat in my mouth. Frank, however, had his own agenda, and he placed his dickhead onto my forehead, which allowed me to lean my head all the way back so I can finally taste his dick, which was apparently his objective, as he slowly guided his dick head towards my mouth, pulling back his foreskin, and squeezing himself in the process. Silky poz cum oozed out of his head, flowing into my mouth. Although at one level I knew it was pure poison I unhesitatingly swallowed it. Frank then sank his dick into my mouth, and I opened as widely as I could. Nevertheless his cock head could barely fit into my mouth. Not to be deterred, Frank grabbed my jaw and forced his dick down my throat. I couldn't breath or move. He was virtually impaling me from the top down. My dick seemed to be getting harder the deeper he went into my throat, and finally his balls were resting on my nose. He remained stationary, balls deep, for several seconds as I struggled not to choke and cough, but eventually I had to at least try to push his weight off of my face. Still he was in charge as he thrust in a few times, grunting with pleasure. My throat involuntarily kept trying to swallow his massive piece of meat, even as my eyes streamed with tears from the effort of accommodating him. After what seemed to be about 20 seconds he finally pulled out. I gasped for air, my spit thick and stringy. "Good boy,” he whispered. Then he leaned forward, dangling his dickhead at my mouth and swallowed my seven and a half inch dick with ease. My balls tighten and tingled, and involuntarily I moaned, grunting "Oh fuck, I'm close.” Pulling off immediately, Frank growled "We can't have that yet.” I reached down to jack myself off, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me. My dick was so hard it seemed permanently flexed, and was almost hurting. I was so close to cumming to use the words 'blue balls' doesn't give the experience credit. Frank, meanwhile, picked-up with his agenda, and climbed over and behind me, pulling my legs up and initially onto his muscular hairy shoulders, then, as he propped my torso back on my shoulder blades, so my hole was facing the ceiling, my knees were now flung forward, resting on the mattress, one leg flanking each side of my head. With one hand he grabbed under both of my knees so he could examine my hole. I was completely exposed, and he was so strong. Spitting directly into my hole, he fingered it in, massaging my ass lips. My dick had never been so hard. More spit, and more massaging. I knew what he had in mind, and I didn't care. He was hitting my prostate; I felt him working the cum out of my balls with each prod. I was a human fuck toy to him. Then he pulled my legs back down to his shoulders, leaned forward, and gave me a deep kiss. His huge uncut dickhead likewise kissed my open hole. This was so dangerous. I knew it was, and I suspected he was leaking precum into my hole. Giving one last effort to be rational, I gave a half-hearted effort to push him off and to break off the kiss, trying to explain "Noo.. no way I’m bottoming.. I have a bo....” Frank didn't care about my protestations. He leaned over me again, jamming his tongue back into my mouth, his dick head now firmly lodged against my hole. Rocking our bodies a few times, I senses his slick foreskin unrolling on my hole, revealing the poisonous leaking raw helmet out of which his precum freely oozed. In fact I could feel his excess spit and his precum dripping down my ass crack, onto my back. My hole was slicker with each of his thrusts, and my head spun in excitement as Frank broke through my sphincter, opening me up with small thrusts, pushing ever harder to sink ever further in. Then, when he was about three inches in, he stopped. My hole was wrapped so tightly around his giant dick, I found myself involuntarily flexing my ass muscles, not knowing what to do otherwise with the foreign object lodged there. Moaning like a lion Frank muttered "Fuckk.. too tight,” his dick flexing and throbbing as he bred me with his poz cum. My dick spasmed without any manual touch, stimulated by his flexing dick which flooded my hole with his seed as he sank further into my ass. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, repeatedly kissing me. With this he pushed me over the edge. I moaned into his mouth as my balls erupted, volley after volley of my cum flowing onto my chest and neck. My hole was in unknown ecstasy. Frank's huge hairy balls were now on my ass as he had bottomed out and was not moving, but his cock continued flexing, doubtless oozing more and more poz cum into my ass. We made out for several more minutes, our tongues intertwined, but eventually Frank slowly withdrew his snake from the depths of my ass and then collapsed on the bed to my right, pulling me under his arm. We lay there breathing heavily, taking in the experience. I found myself thinking 'What the fuck have I just done?' My asshole was still gaping, and I could surely feel Frank's poz jizz leaking on to my ass cheeks and the bed. Taking a deep breath, Frank propped himself up on his elbow and wryly asked, "So, was that the first poz load you've taken, youngin'?” a smile in his eyes and on his lips.

Another Real Experience (x 2!) - the Porn Star and the Trucker I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid this evening and it brought back two very hot (and very different) experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. For those who never saw any of Scott O’Hara’s movies (”Hung and Horny”, “Stick Shift”, “The Other Side of Aspen 2″ and especially “Head Over Heels”) he was a blond cross between an All American Boy type and a Midwestern Farm Boy in looks during the height of his career, was given the label “Biggest Dick in San Francisco” for his very large (and gorgeous) endowment, and his ability to blow himself… which he did frequently in films. He was born a year before me in 1961 and died from AIDS related complications in 1998. I knew him in the 1990s when no studio would hire him anymore because of his status, and he had reinvented himself as an author, publisher and activist - he was also by this time sporting a skin-head ACTUP queer look and was the first person I knew to have any tatoo related to his illness applied to his body. I even wound up writing a number of articles for his magazine “STEAM” which was an unapologetic paen to cruising, recreational and anonymous sex at a time when saying such things aloud invited VERY public scorn and condemnation. I was introduced to him by the photographer I was frequently doing nude shoots for (see the black & whites I posted of myself some months back). Though now in my thirties, I still sported a short blond somewhat military cut (suitable for playing parts like Lt. Cable in “South Pacific”) and just like it used to happen to the hot stud I was about to meet, my clean cut look made many of the pigs “in the scene” underestimate my kink/pig side. Hell, I’d been going to NYC’s leather bars since I was 18! But if you didn’t know me… Anyway, sure enough, the first of the photographer’s parties he invited me to I met with that reaction until the guests learned better… including Mr. O”Hara. I had to go over some details for an upcoming shoot with the host that slowed down my stripping compared to the other guys - there was now a room full of (remember the time period, mid-90s) lean, vascular, shaved guys with either buzz cuts or shaved head and lots of piercings, while a guy (me) who looked like an Army Captain or Police Sergeant was still mostly dressed. I thought the guy who was introduced to me as “Scott” was the hottest of a room full of hotness, and then he turned and I saw the “HIV+” tattoo and growled “fuck yeah”… Scott turned to me with a look of surprise and a smile and said “Man, lookin’ at you I would have expected you to zip up and head out the door, not have THAT reaction!’ I responded that I was full of surprises as my clothes came off revealing my full leather harness, metal cockrings and chrome and leather arm bands. “Told you guys he’d more than fit in,” I heard my host and photographer say. As things were getting comfortable and we were progressing to the sex, Scott stayed by me surreptiously doing some lines and giving me some - probably about ¾ of the guys were doing enhancements, but not everyone was down with it, so the rule was keep it low-key. Considering the way I was reacting, it was probably NOT the coke I thought it was at first (tina was not all that regular at that time - I’d first had it with that pilot back in the 80s - “Karmic Chemfuck” - and only one other time up until this point). There was also a bit of K around and good poppers and Max Impact. Scott was really curious why I wasn’t scared of his tatoo… and I quietly told him I tested positive back in early 1985, and I kept it very quiet for my performing career’s sake - he sure related to that! At that point, even my host didn’t know I was poz - just my partner (who, now after 26 years together is STILL negative) and my doctor. Scott was very turned and and sticking another line of K my way, he looked me in the eye and said “Fuck yes. So you and I can bareback each other tonight - its the only way a man should fuck or be fucked!” Whoa! Bareback… now when sex started for me, everything was bareback (the term itself didn’t even exist) but in order to keep up my slut lifestyle in the 90s, a condom was mandatory and though I hated them I was good at using them as a top… as a bottom they really slowed me down as I always get an allergic reaction to condom style latex. I had thought I’d never feel that ecstasy again, but this absolute satyr of a man caught me at just the right level of “enhancement” that reservations I would normally have had were tempered by his very logical argument and his very hot cock and attitude and his very good party favors. We agreed. The lights in the photography studio went to psychedelic, trance music played and the group went at it. My tongue found other tongues, hot cocks - many with PA’s and some of the hottest manholes I’d encountered with my mouth in a while. There were about 8 of us in total (small compared to some groups) but all hot and all piggy. While we both played with every other guy there, Scott and I also spent a bit of extra time with each other - we dove into an anal 69 seemingly trying to get our whole heads up each others hot chute. We pulled off into a hot kiss and I felt him press something up into my hole - it burned a bit as he put something in my hand and said “here, do me”. I pressed the rock salt like stuff into his hole and we stopped to do another line of it and a hit of poppers and he rolled back onto a waist height wooden block and whispered “slide that poison stick in the poison hole”. It was so wrong, but so right. My cock slipped in easily and I was ballistic with pleasure. As I fucked him and rolled him further onto the block, he smirked at me and took his own cockhead into his mouth, lewdly tonguing it. THAT’s when it finally hit me. I subtly hissed down to him “holy fucking shit - SCOTT is it? You’re Scott O’Hara, I fucking love your movies.” He seemed really pleased at that and after a few more minutes of me pounding his manhole, he called out “switch!”. A quick couple of glugs of fluids, and another something pressed into my butt, making it SCREAM to be filled, and he pushed me back into the position he’d just been in. He gave me a shot of poppers, sprayed some Maximum Impact on someone’s jock that was lying around, shoved it in my mouth and said “here it comes.” JEEEZUS! The first raw cock in my hole in over six years, and it’s that gorgeous giant! It hurt a bit ‘till I stretched around it, but I was so excited and so tweaked, and so relieved to not have latex fucking me that it soon settled in and felt friggin’ amazing. Our host, who knew my play style well glanced over and remarked “I never thought you’d take that monster that easily, if at all!” and then squinting to look closer, realized there was no condom. His eyebrows shot up, but before he could say anything else, he was distracted by a SECOND latex sheathed cock sliding up next to the first in his own hole, and his attention was drawn elsewhere. There were more fucks with the other guys for each of us, both as tops and bottoms (and one other guy who had noticed us also barebacked each of us and let us bareback him). There was also lots more hole-play, some fisting and w/s, a bit of b/d here and there and toy play, and always, lots of rimming of really hot holes. Scott and I had to keep our holes to just us and the one other guy at the end as we’d each blown off up each others fuck chute. I had gone home with a load in my hole and that much joy in years - and oddly, though I played enough times after with my photographer it wasn’t until almost 18 years later that we finally barebacked each other! After that I played with Scott a number of times - a few group scenes, but mostly either as a three-way with our photographer bud (still using condoms on him) or one on one, where he’d get me high and we’d get wonderfully nasty. He hired me to write a number of columns for his “Steam” Magazine between a few more wild fucks. After that night, when I was playing “extracurricularly” I more and more sought out other poz for BB and less and played with those requiring a condom… I’d regained so much physical joy, and if I wasn’t hurting myself or someone else, then there was finally SOME kind of silver lining for this stupid disease (that I’ve now been dealing with for 30 YEARS). Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about the first time I partied with a trucker in his cab! For more about Scott O’Hara: http://likeahornyboy.blogspot.com/2012/06/scott-o-hara-is-too-big.html?zx=5fbde5ac859bcb2

[This is another story from long ago that I found on my hard drive. It needed lots of reformatting, so I will be posting it in installments. I did not write this; I just tried to clean it up a bit for readability] Last weekend I was stuck without a car. I thought the weekend was going to suck. I was hanging out in my apartment, bored, surfing the net. I came across a page for a local bath house. What the hell! I had heard a lot of stories about bath houses, but I had never been to one. I called a cab, and headed down. I was nervous and excited. I had spent plenty of time cruising ABS and online, but I had never seen anything like the stories I had heard about the baths. I got one of the large rooms, which had a TV and several channels to choose from. I saw that in one movie the men were barebacking. As I undressed, I watched a hot scene where this guy was getting fucked in the woods. The top was hung and uncut. I was mesmerized by the sight of his bare cock sliding in and out of the bottom's ass made me incredibly horny even though I knew I could never let a stranger fuck me bareback. I had recently discovered the joys of being a bottom, and I decided to go out and find some cock. As I explored the premises, I saw that many guys just left the doors to their room open. In several rooms, guys were fucking and sucking. As I walked past one room, I saw one guy getting fucked as he sucked off another guy. I paused, watching the hot scene. The guy with his dick buried in the bottom's ass told me to come in. I did, just as the bottom called it quits. He said he needed a rest. After he left, I sat on the bed with the two guys. They were about my age, 25 or so, and both had cocks at least 8 inches. One guy was uncut. I love uncut cock; the first guy who fucked me had a thick, 8" uncut cock, and it felt so good. I took off my towel, and started to suck on the uncut beauty in front of me. The other guy got up to shut the door. I told him he could leave it open, but he said he and his friend wanted me all to themselves. As I sucked my uncut stud, the other guy started rimming me. I love to have my ass eaten. In fact the first time I got fucked, it was because the guy did such a great job licking my hole, that I had to let him fuck me. My head was spinning from the joint I smoked before I left my house. The guy behind me stopped licking my ass. He moved up to put his cock against my hole. I asked him to put on a condom. He said ok, and then asked me if I partied. I didn't know what he meant, but I told him I was up for anything. He asked if I had ever done Tina. “What is it?” I said, feeling like a nerd. The best sex drug in the world, he told me. "Ok. Whatever. I'll do it." He and his friend smiled, and brought out a glass pipe. I asked what I was supposed to do. His friend put some stuff that looked like little bits of rock in the pipe. I leaned forward, and put the pipe to my lips. The guy lit a butane lighter and started heating the stuff in the pipe. The pipe filled with white vapor. "Take a hit," he said. I took a deep hit, held it for a second and exhaled. They urged me to keep going. I took several more large hits. OH MY GOD - did I feel great. I was incredibly happy and even more horny than I had been a few minutes ago. The guy who had tried to fuck me asked me to suck his dick. I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth. He had gone soft, but as I sucked him, I could feel his dick getting hard in my mouth. I had never enjoyed sucking a cock so much. I was able to deep throat him, something I normally couldn't do with a guy his size. As I sucked him, the other guy asked me if I did poppers. I said I never had, but I would do anything he recommended. He held the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. My head started spinning and my hunger for cock went out of control. I asked the uncut guy to fuck me. He asked me if I had ever been fucked bareback. I said "no, never." He asked me if I wanted to feel his cock shooting inside of me. Between the tina and the poppers, I was out of control. "Just give me that beautiful cock!" He drizzled some lube on my ass and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He told me to do more of the poppers. I took several deep hits. Finally he placed the head of his cock against my asshole and gave a little push. Only about half of the head of his tool went in. I moaned. I had no idea that anything could feel so good. Slowly, he slid his cock into me. The first time I got fucked, it hurt at first, but then later started to feel good. Not this time. As he buried his massive dick in my ass, all I felt was pleasure. I couldn't believe the difference between being fucked with a condom and being fucked bareback. It was so much better. I started sucking on his partner again as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how crazy I felt. I wanted to do anything for these guys. I told them to fuck the hell out of me. Finally, the guy fucking me told me he was going to cum. The idea of taking his load in my ass drove me wild. He grunted, and buried himself deep in my ass. I could feel his cock pulse, and then I felt his cum spurting in my ass. Suddenly, my ass was filled with his cum. I was surprised at how warm it felt. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then pulled his cock out of me. I sat there, feeling the warm, squishy feeling of an ass full of cum. His friend said it was his turn to fuck me. I put myself face down, ass up on the edge of the bed and told him how much I needed more cock in my hole. He slid in easily, lubricated by his friends load. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes. It felt so good. His friend handed me the popper's bottle, and my head started spinning again. His cock was huge and hard, and he knew how to use it. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but it was at least 20 minutes. Finally, he said he was going to cum. He buried himself in me and again I felt cum spurting against the inside of my ass. It was so hot. It felt so nasty and forbidden and so incredibly right. I knew this was not the last time I was going to get barebacked.

I was walking in my favorite sex club, the smell of sweat, cum, and poppers were in the air. I was intoxicated by the smell and my hole was buzzing, in the video room, my SIR had made a big show of breeding my hole, a few guys added their sperm and felched my used furry black ass. My SIR kissed me, told me I was his good boy, and sent me to play on my own, to find a hole to breed. This was the first time that I had been out in a week, as I had recently had the fuck flu, which, of course, derailed my play time, but my SIR, my POZDADDY was proud of me: I had taken his seed, his virus. I had earned his collar and a permanent place in his life. Not the usual thoughts one has while walking through a dark and dingy sex club, but I couldn't help myself, and I found myself wondering if I should find some condom queen and stealth him, or just look for a bareback slut, or hold-out for the willing and honest bug chaser? I heard grunting, I heard a voice beg "More, harder." The voice made my blood boil. I knew exactly who it was! Instantly, a huge grin crossed my face. Perfect. Just too fucking perfect. A huge, 'roided-out tattooed Daddy that I knew from the gym walked out of the booth, his dick (sporting a PA) flopped out of his jeans. My prey. I walked in the room, and there he was bent over... a blindfold around his eyes... my younger brother. I was instantly hard. On the floor I saw discarded and semen-filled condoms. Such a waste, still, if he is playing safe, then he's probably neg. Perfect, I thought. Without a word, I bent down and tongue-fucked my younger brother's used hole. I gotta admit, although I grew-up hating my brother, I was hard as a rock, if only because undeniable that nice asses ran in our family. Or was I hard because I knew what I had in store for him? My dick got even harder when I glanced on his hand and saw his wedding ring. I spread his bubbled ass cheeks apart, unlike me, his ass is nice and smooth. He whimpered like the bitch he is as my tongue went in deeper. Usually, I hate the taste of an ass that has been tainted by latex, but all I could think about was infecting his body with my, my SIR, my POZDADDY'S virus. I lined-up my bare cock and nudged his hole, at the same time, catching sight of the biohazard tattoo that I sported on my torso, below my navel. Still wordless, I grinned. Then my brother pulled out a condom and handed it to me. I opened it, took out the condom, and threw it aside, I held poppers to his nose. In his fucked-out and popper induced haze, he didn't register that I wasn't wearing the condom as my bareback, incestuous dick entered his hole. I grabbed his ass, and began plowing his hole. I wondered how many men had fucked him that night, and how long he had led a secret life of being a bottom bitch, while married to my sister-in-law. Heh heh, he'd be a poz bottom bitch once I was done with him. I thought about all the times he was favored as we grew up, and imagined my dick was a gun, and my semen were the bullets. As he knew it, his life would be over. "Oh man, that feels so fucking good, so fucking amazing!" I thought how my family had disowned me, and how vocal he had been about not wanting a faggot for a brother. Who's the faggot now, I thought. He was in a darkroom, bent over, his estranged older brother's poz death stick violating his lying, cheating ass. This was too good, this was too much. My nuts began to boil over. The trigger went off. I let loose my potent, high viral load poz sperm deep into his guts. He exclaimed "Holy shit! Wha... wha... did you cum in me! You better not have!" as he took off his blindfold. I laughed as his face went pale, remarking with a smirk "You're hardly in a position to make demands... baby brother."

[Remember - this is fiction, not recommended behavior...] "Here you go Mrs. Winters, one Grande Cinnamon Spice Mocha," Antonio said, handing the coffee drink to the elderly woman across the counter. "I put an extra bit of cinnamon in it just like you like it," he added, with a wink and a smile. "Thank you, Antonio," Mrs. Winters said, sipping the mocha and returning the smile. "You're the sweetest young man." "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Winters," Antonio replied flirtatiously, handing her the receipt. "Have a great day." Antonio was quite the "Chatty Cathy" type while at work, always talking with the customers. Management liked him, customers liked him, and his co-workers liked him. Antonio was just naturally outgoing, talkative and effusive. All that, coupled with his handsome Italian-American looks and coloring made for one very sexy package. The Starbucks in the grocery store was unusually slow this time of the day and Antonio was glad. All the studying he'd been doing for school was starting to wear him down, and he was glad it was Friday because this was the only day of the week when he didn't have classes. He'd been up since 4:30 am to work the shift starting at 5:30 am, and he was already tired. He looked at the clock: it was only 7:30 am. Five hours to go before he was off for the whole weekend. He picked up the newspaper and turned to the classified ads. He was so deep in thought now that he didn't see the handsome man at the counter. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, folding the paper and putting it on a shelf behind him and washing his hands. "Just looking for a place to live. What'll you have?" "Mmm...," the man said, looking at the menu. "How about a Caramel Macchiato?" "Great choice," Antonio said. "What size?" "Make it a Venti," the man said. "By the way, why are you looking for a place to live?" Antonio, ever the chatterbox, explained his current living situation to the man. He'd been living with his mom and her new husband ever since he got out of the Army and lately things were getting tense. His "step dad" was a real shit and Antonio didn't like him very much. Since he was taking a full load at the community college he could only work part time, which meant that he didn't have enough money for his own place. But he really wanted to get out, so every day he scoured the newspapers looking for cheap studios or people who were looking for roommates. Anything would be better than living under the same roof with that asshole. There was no one else in line so the man stayed and continued to chat. "You were in the Army?" he asked incredulously. "How old are you?" "Twenty-two," Antonio replied. "I know, I look younger." In fact, he looked 16 or 17. "Why the Army?" "I kinda had to go in," Antonio said. "Why's that?" the man asked, taking a drink. Antonio rolled his eyes and shook his head as he went on. "Well, I got into a little legal trouble after I graduated. Nothing too bad, but bad enough. Part of the plea arrangement was that I join the Army. I just got out six months ago, thank god, but I still gotta see my probation officer every week for the next two years. But it beats prison." The man nodded. "I'd have to agree with that. By the way, my name's Craig." He reached out and shook Antonio's hand. Antonio pointed to his nametag. "Antonio... but then I'm sure you probably already knew that." He smiled his big, infectious smile and Craig felt all warm inside. The kid was hot! He looked him up and down quickly. Antonio was about five foot eleven. There was a workout room in the condo complex where he lived that he used whenever he wasn't working or studying. As a result, he was toned in all the right places but not too muscled. He had wide shoulders and a narrow waist. His pecs were well defined and he had a flat stomach with the beginnings of a six-pack. He had a round bubble butt and, from what Craig could see, a nice bulge in his pants. He had floppy, disheveled-looking hair that looked like he spent a lot of time on it to make it go that way, but which in reality, had a mind of its own and did whatever it wanted. Over the years he had learned to just go with it. All in all, Antonio was what you would call a pretty boy. "Have you thought about getting a second part time job?" Craig asked. Antonio sighed. "Yeah, but it's kinda tough, what with my school schedule and all, you know? I haven't been able to find anything that fits." "Well," Craig said, reaching into his wallet and handing Antonio a business card. "I manage this club and we could always use an extra waiter. It'd only be a couple nights a week and the tips are pretty good." Antonio took the card and looked at it. Craig Powers, Manager, the card read. The name of the club was The Fly and the "Y" in Fly was in the shape of an open zipper. "Is this a gay bar?" Antonio asked. "Yes," Craig replied. "Would that be a problem?" "Well I'm straight," Antonio said. "Wouldn't that be a problem? Or at least awkward?" Craig smiled. "Most of the guys who work for me are straight," he said, lying through his teeth. "In fact, most of them are students just making some extra cash. Like I said, the tips are good. Some of the guys make a couple hundred a night." Antonio looked at the card again. "I wouldn't have to do anything queer would I? I mean, I wouldn't have to... you know..." Craig laughed out loud. "No. There are no strings attached. Now I'm not saying that some of the guys don't, how should I say it, 'go the extra mile' for some of the regulars. But that's not a requirement. You'd be there strictly to serve drinks. Nothing else." Antonio looked at the card, then at Craig, and then back at the card. "I don't know, man," he said. "Hey," Craig said with a wave of his hand, "the job is yours if you want it. No pressure. If you're interested, the shift is from 9:00 pm till closing." Antonio put the card in his back pocket. "I'll think about it Craig," he said. "And by the way, the coffee's on me." Later that afternoon Antonio had a nasty argument with his step dad. He slammed the door to his room and stripped out of his uniform. He rarely wore underwear and his fat, eight-inch cock flopped around as he tossed his pants onto the bed and dug through his drawer for his jock strap. He figured he'd go to the work out room for a couple of hours. At least there he wouldn't have to put up with his step dad. He remembered his jock strap was in the wash and rummaged around until he found a pair of briefs. He found a new, unopened package and tore it open. He only wore briefs when he played sports or worked out and then only if his jock was dirty. He didn't like the feel of butt-huggers and would rather free-ball or wear boxers. He pulled a pair of shorts over the crisp white briefs and then his track pants. He made sure all the snaps were closed on either side before he put on his Duke t-shirt and shoes. The work out room was locked so instead of going back to the house, he got into his car and drove around. As he drove his mind kept going back to the conversation he'd had with Craig Powers that morning. Shit, a couple hundred bucks in tips a night! A couple weeks working there and he could get a place of his own fast. A nice place, too. But a gay bar? The thought turned him off. He knew people who were gay and all, but he didn't really hang out with any of them. But the money was tempting and he kept thinking about Craig's job offer. He was a little worried about getting felt up or something, but he kept pushing that thought away. Who the fuck cares! He wasn't gay. So some faggot copped a feel. Big deal! It hardly seemed an inconvenience for a couple hundred a night. He decided to give it a shot. At 8:30 pm that night Antonio walked through the front door of The Fly. The place looked upscale, but it was a total fag hangout! There were drag queens and dudes dressed in leather and all kinds of shit. Then Antonio saw the waiters. They were all dressed in tight 2xist boxer briefs (white, black, or grey), and equally tight, brightly colored lycra t-shirts that totally clung to their bodies and showed off their chests and nipples through the thin material. Plus, the shirts were short enough that the guys' bare stomachs showed. He also noticed that most of the waiters had bills of various denominations tucked into the waistbands of their underwear. Shit, Antonio said to himself, I can't do this. I can't parade around in my underwear in front of a bunch of queers. He was about to turn and leave when he saw Craig making his way across the room toward him. "Antonio!" He said smiling, sticking out his hand. "I'm glad you decided to come by. What do you think?" Antonio swallowed nervously as he looked around the room. "Well, to be honest, I think I'm gonna take a pass. I don't think I'd be too comfortable walking around in my underwear." "Well, that's the uniform," Craig said. "I probably should've told you earlier. But I understand your position. Like I said this morning, it's your choice. We only want you here if you want to be here. Sorry it didn't work out." Antonio saw one of the waiters pulling bills from his waistband. Shit, there must be fifty bucks there! He could sure use that kind of money. He turned to Craig, who could almost see the dollar signs in Antonio's eyes. "What the hell," he said. "I'll do it." A huge smile spread across Craig's face and he patted Antonio on the back. "Way to go! Just follow me and I'll hook you up with an outfit and show you your section." Antonio followed Craig to the back office as Craig continued to explain the job. "It's pretty easy, really. You just take their drink order, the bartender makes them, and you serve the customer." "I saw some of the customers patting guys on the butts and stuff," Antonio said. "I'm not so sure about that." "Ah," Craig said, waving his hand again. "That's nothing. To be honest, the friendlier you are, the better the tips. All you have to do is smile and be nice. Just pretend you're working your other job." Antonio laughed. "That's easy for you to say. I don't work at Starbucks in my underwear." "Yeah, and I bet you don't get $20 tips, either," Craig countered. He could see the dollar signs flash in Antonio's eyes again and knew he had the naïve stud hooked. Antonio gulped. "Shit..." he murmured. "Sorry... I mean shoot. That's not too shabby." He was torn. On the one hand, he could really use the money, but on the other hand, he didn't want any fag touching his ass or anything. The money quickly won out. Craig opened a cabinet and flipped through several packages of t- shirts and underwear before settling on black boxer briefs and an ice-blue lycra t-shirt. He handed them to Antonio. "Here. I think these'll look good on you. You can change in the bathroom if you want." Antonio took the clothes and went out of the office and into the bathroom. He went into a large stall, noting the glory hole, and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He put on the boxer briefs. They were snug and totally highlighted his package. He put on the t- shirt and went to look at himself in the mirror. He looked like a total fag. At that moment Craig walked in. "Dude," he said, looking Antonio up and down, "I have a feeling you're gonna make some nice tips tonight." "Really?" Antonio said, adjusting his big cock and balls. At least he wouldn't have to worry about getting a hard on. "Oh yeah," Craig said. "You look good enough to eat." Antonio blushed. "Where should I put my stuff?" Craig gestured toward a row of lockers against one of the walls. "Use number fourteen. Here's the key." The key was on a hot pink bracelet and Antonio slipped it around his wrist. "Time to start," Craig said, looking at his watch. They stepped into the bar and Craig pointed to a set of booths and tables near the bar. "That'll be your section. Tables one through twelve. They're all numbered so don't worry about it. Just be yourself and you'll be fine. Oh," he continued, pointing to another guy, "and this is Nathan. He just started last night. He'll be working this section with you." Antonio looked at the guy. Nathan was about Antonio's height but wasn't as toned, although he did have a great body. He was more cute than handsome, with brown hair and eyes and a big, Midwestern- looking smile. He looked the picture of innocence. His uniform was white boxer briefs and a bright yellow top. Just by looking at him Antonio was positive he was straight, too. Nathan reached out and shook Antonio's hand. "Nice to meet you." "Yeah, you too," Antonio replied. By now Craig had left and Antonio turned to Nathan. "So, you started last night?" Nathan nodded. "To be honest, this place wouldn't be my first choice. I work at another restaurant downtown but I'm only a back- waiter. I made more in tips here last night than I do in three days at the other place." "Really?" Antonio was intrigued. "Did you have to do anything, you know, queer?" he asked. Nathan shook his head. "No. Well, I got my ass pinched and patted a couple of times, but that's not bad, considering I walked out of here with $150.00 in tips." Antonio's jaw almost dropped. "Shit! That much? Fuck, I'll let these fags feel me up for $150.00 bucks!" Nathan and Antonio laughed, unaware that Craig was standing just a few feet away and had overheard everything they said. An hour later Antonio was on his way to drop off a drink order when he saw Craig. "Hey Craig," he said. "Have you seen Nathan? Is he on a break or something? He's been gone awhile." "Nathan went home sick a little while ago," Craig explained. "I think he has the stomach flu or something. He wasn't looking too good so I sent him home." Antonio had no idea that at this very moment a drugged-up Nathan was bent over a table in Craig's office getting his ass and mouth fucked. In fact, Craig had just come from plowing the poor kid's virgin ass. Earlier Nathan had gone to use the restroom. As he was leaving, a cloth soaked in chloroform had been clamped over his face. He had resisted but someone grabbed his arm and he felt the prick of a needle. Then everything began to get hazy and swirly. He was half-carried, half-dragged to Craig's office where he was now being raped. Antonio went about with his work for the next couple of hours, completely unaware of the stares he was getting from the guys at one of his tables. They had come in together about an hour ago. As he walked over to check on their drinks one of them said to him, "Why don't you join us?" "Oh, I don't think I can," Antonio said. "I'm not sure I'm allowed. This is my first night." "Sure you can join them," Craig said, as he just happened to walk by. "Jimmy'll cover for you," he said, pointing to the waiter who had taken over for the absent Nathan. He whispered into Antonio's ear, "if you play your cards right, you can make some extra cash here." Antonio shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He looked at the guys at the table. "I guess I can sit down for a few minutes," he said. The guys introduced themselves. There was Todd, Mike, Steven and Bruce. Apparently they were regulars. They were expensively dressed in designer clothes. Antonio could tell they were wearing Calvin Klein, Tommy Hilfiger, Kenneth Cole and Hugo Boss clothing. Apparently these guys were well off. He just might make some good tips if he were extra nice to these guys. "So, Antonio," Todd said. "What'll you have?" "Uh... just a beer. I probably shouldn't have anything too strong, since I still have a few hours on my shift." He stood up to get his beer but Todd put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into his chair. "I'll get it," he offered. "Relax a bit." Antonio began talking to Steven, Mike and Bruce while Todd went to get his beer. Todd returned a couple minutes later. He had ordered Antonio an MGD in a frosted mug and the guys watched as Antonio took a long draw on it, savoring the taste as it went down. He had no idea that Todd had slipped a mild but fast-acting sedative into the beer. He also had no idea that these were the same guys who had been in the back fucking poor Nathan silly just an hour earlier. After a few minutes of talking, Antonio stood up. "Thanks for the drink guys, but I'd better get back to work." He words sounded slurred and he looked a little unsteady on his feet. "You okay, Antonio?" Todd asked, concerned. "Yeah," Antonio said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "It just feels warm in here all of a sudden." "Hmm... maybe you're coming down with something," Todd replied. He stood up and put his arm around Antonio's shoulder, gently massaging it. "How about we get a little air out back?" he said, steering Antonio toward the back exit. He looked at the guys at the table. "You guys gonna give me a hand?" They all got up. As Todd led the increasingly unsteady Antonio through the bar, they came across Craig. "What's going on?" he asked. "Not feeling good..." Antonio tried to say but he was having a hard time getting the words out. For some reason his mind seemed foggy. Todd winked at Craig. "We were gonna take him out back to get some air." "Oh, I think Antonio would be much more comfortable in my office, wouldn't you?" Craig said. He took a quick look around as he pulled a syringe from his coat pocket. He took Antonio's arm and injected the drugs into him. "What was that..." Antonio started to say, but found he couldn't continue. He found it hard to focus, let alone speak, and the room began to spin. It looked like the guys' faces were melting. They took Antonio into Craig's office and locked the door behind them. Craig turned on the stereo to drown out some of the sound. He motioned to a small table in the corner. It was about eighteen inches high and had hooks on either side. They bent Antonio over the table, tying his hands and feet down. Antonio's head was buzzing. As much as he tried, he couldn't make sense of what was happening. His mind kept drifting in and out of a haze. Craig shoved something into his mouth and told him to swallow. Everything seemed cool. He had no idea it was viagra. Next Todd took a pen-knife and sliced off Antonio's clothes. The dazed stud just looked at Todd with a blank expression on his face. "What're you doing?" he managed to slur. "Getting ready to fuck you," Todd answered. The guys all laughed. Antonio saw a bright flash and then another. He had no idea pictures were being taken. Antonio cocked his head to one side and looked at Todd. Then he looked at Craig and the others. No one was smiling. He started to laugh. "You're gonna fuck me?" "Yup, just like we fucked your buddy Nathan." The smile disappeared from his face and he struggled furtively, but to no avail. Whatever was in the syringe had really done a number on him. He felt a slicked-up finger run up and down his ass crack and work its way up his virgin chute. The finger began to move around slowly in an ever- widening circle. "Oh..." Antonio moaned, his face twisted in a grimace. "Please stop!" But instead of stopping, a hand grabbed his cock and start to jerk it. Another hand slapped at his balls and yet another hand began flicking his rubbery nipples. All the sudden sensations were too much and Antonio's moans turned to moans of pleasure. Craig smiled at this. He lowered his slack and boxers and was lubing up his cock. Bruce pulled his finger out of Antonio's ass and Craig thrust his fat cock in. Antonio opened his mouth to cry out in pain but Todd shoved his waiting cock into it, muffling Antonio's cries. "That's it, pussy boy!" Craig yelled, as he thrust his hips back and forth, raping Antonio's virgin ass. Antonio was in agony. His asshole felt like it was being ripped apart and he could hardly breathe with Todd's big cock in his mouth, stretching his lips wide apart. He could feel pre-cum sliding down his throat. It tasted salty and he wanted to gag. All of a sudden Todd's body shuddered and Antonio's mouth was filled with hot, sticky cum. It ran out of his mouth and down his chin, but most of it went down his throat. Todd pulled out. Antonio was just catching his breath when Mike moved in and shoved his dick into his mouth. Antonio was just catching his breath when Bruce opened two small bottles of poppers and put them to his nostrils. "Here, bitch," he said, "sniff these." Antonio had never sniffed poppers before, but he had no choice. He needed to breathe. He held his breath as long as possible, but finally gave out. He sniffed the aroma and he felt lightheaded almost immediately. "Uhhhnnn..." was the only sound that could escape from his cock- filled mouth. "Oh yeah," Mike said, grabbing Antonio by the back of his head and pumping away at his pretty face. "Nothing like a drugged up pussy slut all high on poppers." Craig laughed as he continued to slam his cock up Antonio's ass. "Whattaya think guys? Is Antonio here better than Nathan?" The guys laughed with him. They all had their pants and underwear down and were stroking their cocks, waiting their turn with poor Antonio. Antonio couldn't move. He tried to turn and twist his hunky body, but there were hands holding him still. He could feel Craig's dick violating his ass and then, all of a sudden, he felt a rush of warmth up his insides. The faggot was cumming inside of him! What the fuck! Before he could even process it, Bruce pulled his cock out of his mouth and, giving it a couple of jerks, shot load after load of cum all over Antonio's face. It got in his eyes, up his nose, in his hair and in his open mouth. He didn't even have time to react because Mike's cock immediately took its place. More poppers were shoved under his nose and he became buzzed all over again. Another cock (or was it a dildo?) was sliding in and out of his ass, but Antonio was so gone, flying so high, that it just didn't seem to matter. For the next hour and a half all the guys from the table, Todd, Mike, Steven and Bruce, as well as Craig, fucked Antonio. They shot their loads up his ass, down his throat, and all over his hunky body. In no time at all, Antonio went from being a pretty boy ladies man to a fucked-out cum dump. When they were finished they pulled Antonio to his feet. He was still unsteady and could hardly stand. There was drying cum in his hair and on his face. Craig retrieved his street clothes from his locker and tossed them to him. "Get dressed," was all he said. Antonio's dick and ass hurt and he felt like crying as he pulled his underwear up over his raped ass and dick. The guys all snickered at his tightie whities. Before he could get the rest of his clothes on, though, he was pushed out a door and into the back alley. His clothes and money were thrown out with him. "It's time for you to go, boy," Craig said. "By the way, you're fired, but thanks for the fuck." He slammed the door. And with that poor Antonio, naked except for his white briefs, was left alone in the alley. He hunted for his clothes, not noticing the police car parked only steps away. He was just reaching for his shorts when a bright light flashed on him. He dropped the shorts and grabbed his track pants instead, stumbling badly as he tried to pull them on. Two officers stepped out of the back seat of the squad car. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" one of them asked, as Antonio pulled the track pants up over his bulging crotch. Even with the sweat pants on, you could still notice the tent his viagra- induced erection made. "I think the kid's got something down his shorts," he said to his partner. "Do you have any ID?" his partner asked. "Yes, officer," Antonio said. His voice was still thick and slurred. He reached into the pocket of his sweats and retrieved his wallet. He handed it to the cops. "Have you been drinking tonight young man?" one of the officers asked as his partner took Antonio's drivers license back to the squad car to run a check. Antonio shook his head. "No... just one beer, sir." He was still all wobbly. The officer took Antonio by the shoulder and helped him walk over to the car. "One beer, my ass. I want you to put your hands on the hood and spread your legs. I need to do a pat down." "But I didn't do anything," Antonio protested. "Just do what I said, punk," the officer said, his voice sounding rougher now. Antonio assumed the position and the cop began to frisk him. But it was more of a feeling-up than a pat down. The officer let his hands slide slowly over Antonio's chest and the semi-dazed stud was sure that he felt a slight tweak on his nipple. Then the officer's hands roamed over his ass and up and down the insides of his legs. A hand reached around and cupped his balls, giving them a noticeable squeeze. Antonio knew better than to say anything. "Feels like you're packing something in here," the cop said as his partner got out of the car, holding Antonio's ID. "Looks like we've got a possible probation violation here," he said, looking at his partner and the fucked up young man. "Why's that?" his partner asked. "According to computer, this young man isn't supposed to be in public drinking." "But I wasn't," Antonio tried to explain. The cops looked at each other and then back at Antonio. "Well," one of them said, "if you cooperate with us, we'll just forget we saw anything." Antonio had a sick feeling in his stomach. He knew what was coming. "What do I have to do?" he asked, resigned. "Not much," one of the cops said. He reached out and grabbed hold of Antonio's track pants. With one quick pull he ripped them completely off Antonio's body, leaving the young stud in nothing but his bulging briefs. He reached out and grabbed Antonio's dick through his briefs. "Not much at all." "Oh no, guys," Antonio whined. The other cop had unzipped his fly and lowered his pants and briefs to his knees. His cock was hard and dripping. He put his hand on Antonio's head and pushed the young man to his knees. "Suck it bitch," he said, forcing his cock into Antonio's mouth. "Take it all down." As Antonio gagged on the massive cock in his mouth, his eyes caught a glimpse into the back seat of the cops' car. There was Nathan, his head thrown back and his eyes glazed over. It looked like he was only half-conscious. It also looked like he was naked. Apparently the cops had been lying in wait, almost as if they had been tipped off, and had been working on Nathan for some time now. But Antonio didn't have time to ponder any of that. He was too busy being face-fucked by one cop while being finger-fucked by the other. If he'd looked into his wallet, he would've found that all the tips he'd made that night had somehow disappeared.

This is a true story that just happened. I'm 26 and live in Newcastle, in the UK. I had just finished work and decided to go to the Eagle, which was on my way home, just for a quick beer. I had heard that sometimes one might find some fun downstairs, so beer in hand, I went into the basement to take a look. There were a few guys down there, most in their 40's and 50's. I went to the toilets at the back and in a cubicle found there was a glory hole. When I saw a finger slid through the hole, beckoning me, I couldn't resist and I slid my cock through. The guy on the other side of the glory hole was doing a really good job sucking my cock so I was thoroughly enjoying myself, when suddenly the door to my cubicle popped open. I assume I must not have locked properly. In any event, there stood a guy in his late 60's, maybe even early 70's, looking at me, my pants down at my ankles and my cock inserted into a glory hole. "Nice. You having fun?" "Yeah," I replied. He stepped into the cubicle and locked the door. Ordinarily I won't play with a guy so much older than my age, but I really didn't want to move as the guy sucking me was doing an amazing job, but when the older guy reached his hand between my legs and played with my balls, and after a minute or so, went down on his knees and began rimming my hole, I wasn't about to object. Moreover, the rim job he was giving my ass was amazing, and I went along with him when he produced some lube and pushed it into my ass. At some point the guy who had been sucking me left off, but not to worry, another guy readily went down on me, even if, truth be told, he wasn't quite as good as the original sucker. The older man, meanwhile, stood-up and wanked his cock, sliding it up and down my ass crack. "I don't want to get fucked," I commented. "What are you afraid of? You'll like this," he replied. "I'm HIV negative, and want to stay that way," I explained, still determined to enjoy the blow job.. "Don't worry, I'll wear a condom." A few seconds passed, with much rustling of a cellophane packet being torn open, and then I felt him separate my ass cheeks as his cock pushed into me. So I just let him slide his dick into my ass, and after he was balls-deep, he began fucking with an excellent rhythm that was doing all the right things to my prostate. "You like my old cock?" he asked. But I didn't answer. Between the attention to my cock and the added pressure on my prostate, I was perfectly happy. He repeated his question a couple more times, but I didn't bother answering. My acquiesence to his attention was a form of an answer. "I'm getting close," and "I'm gonna blow in your ass," were the next remarks he made, and they sufficiently got my attention that I asked "You are wearing a condom, aren't you?" "Don't worry, just enjoy it," he responded. Reading between his omissions, I responded "Dude, I'm negative. What's your status? Are you wearing a condom?" "I'm poz," he answered, once more not fully answering my questions. "You can't cum in me. I'm neg. Are you wearing a condom?" He then pushed into me hard, slamming me against the cubicle wall. I couldn't move. "Oh fuck, I"m cumming in you. Fuck, yeah, neg boy! Take my poz load. Mmmmm." he moaned as I shot my load into the throat of the cock sucker in the adjoining cubicle. As his began to fade, I managed to slide-out from his grasp, and as I did, his cock slid out of my ass. Turning, I caught a quick glimpse: as I had suspected, he was not wearing a condom. I almost can't believe this just happened, but it did.

My name is Ryan. I am twenty years old, 5’10”, 145 pounds, brown hair and hazel eyes. I’ve been living on my own ever since I came out to my parents when I was 18. They abruptly threw me out. I was lucky to have an older bf, Mike, who was able to take me in to live with him. I never see my parents and rarely see my younger half brother Tyler (we have different mothers and the same father). My bf is twenty-three, 6” tall, 180 pounds of pure muscle, blond hair and blue eyes and poz. We’ve been living together for over two years now and since Mike was poz, I showed my love for him by getting pozzed. He took me to a pozzing party where I was put in a sling and fucked and impregnated by every guy there. I lost count, but my bf didn’t, he said I took thirty loads over two days. On this particular Friday night, my bf and I were invited to another pozzing party where some guy get pozzed, either knowingly on purpose, like I did, or unknowingly. The bottom is restrained in the sling for all to fuck him. Drugs are always involved, especially for the guy getting seeded, it’s somethimes the only way to get those “unwilling” boys to go along. These sessions can be real intense and a lot of fun. It’s also a chance to hang out and see our friends in the neighborhood. So I am sure you’d understand when I was a little shocked to discover that my younger brother was there sitting with our party host (and one of my closest friends), Eddie, and was surrounded by a group of guys I knew well enoug to know that my brother did not belong here with this crowd. Since my bf and brother had never met, I sent Mike over to find out what was going on and why my brother was there. Mike went over and Eddie introduced them. They all chatted and then Mike came back over to where I was on the other side of the room. Mike told me that our host introduced him as Randy and that he was our 'entertainment'. He went on to add that Randy was apparently a virgin and wants to experience all he can tonight, sexually and socially. I asked my bf to get our host, that I wanted to talk to him before any of the party events began. When Eddie came over I told him that Randy was actually my 18 year old half brother Tyler. I never knew he was gay and before anyone seeds his ass I wanted to talk to him in private. This was nothing new to have some guy coming to a party like this and not give his real name. I asked Eddie if he and Mike could get Randy down into the sling and let me talk to him one on one before the real party events begin. If Tyler really wanted to go through with this I wanted to be the one to give him his slam and the first to impregnate him. Eddie agreed it was only fair to find this all out since he was my brother. Eddie and Mike walked over and I saw the trio disappear down the stairs leading to the basement playroom our host has. I slowly made my way down the stairs as I heard my brother commenting on how cool the room was. Then they asked if he wanted to sit in the sling. My little brother said sure and hopped in the sling. He asked about the restraints and Eddie explained that when the guy in the sling is restrained he can be more at ease with his arms and legs out of the way. When I heard the click of the restraints I hit the bottom of the stairs. Tyler and I made eye contact and when my brother saw me he had an expression you only get when you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. He attempted to talk his way out, acting all macho and saying that he was there to support a friend who was gay. When I told him I saw him making out with another guy he knew he was busted. Eddie and Mike left us allone to talk as I asked him point blank, “What the fuck are you doing here? Are you gay or just curious? Why did you come to a party like this?” His only defence came when he admited to me that he thought about guys a lot. He told me that he tried to get with chicks before but never could get hard, but when he thought about guys he was hard as a rock, “Ryan, I have known I was gay ever since I was in junoir high. I have been scared to tell anyone ever since Dad threw you out. After what happened to you I couldn’t tell anyone, not even you.” He figured he was gay and thought this would be a good way to experience everything he could. “What do you mean by a party like this? What kind of a party do you mean?” “You do know that this is a barebacking sex party where there would be a good chance you might get pozzed.” Tyler simply shrugged his shoulders and said, “I didn’t know. Eddie never told me that, We just talked about a sex party.” Well I was going to prove to him that you can never be too careful when you end up at a party like this one. My brother looked at me and asked, “Ryan, are you poz?” “Yeah Ty, about two years now. Mike is also. I decided to demonstrate my love to him by letting him take me to a similar party held here shortly after Dad threw me out.” “You don’t look poz bro.” “Well I am Ty, and if you stick around here you will be too, is that what you want?” Tyler looked me dead in the eye and said one thing, “God no!" All of a sudden the thought of cheming up my little bro and pozzing him had me turned on. I don’t understand nor can I explain it, but I was hard and dripping. I went back up stairs and left Tyler down stairs. I shut the door so no one would go down there just yet. I spoke to Eddie and Mike and told them that I was going back down, to chem up Randy and impregnate him. I asked Mike to join me and asked Eddie to give us some time alone with him before the rest of the guests jon us. Eddie agreed to my proposal. I grabbed Mike and my goody bag and headed back down to the basement playroom. Once I was down there I began to cut Tyler’s clothes away as he began to protest “HEY! WHAT THE FUCK”. That’s when Mike slipped the ball gag in his mouth. I looked down on my little bro and told him, “You came here and now you’re going to get what more then you bargin for Ty!” Ty shook his head and pleaded with his eyes and the last of his clothes, his boxers, were cut off and removed. His hard cock was evident before I removed the boxers, now it was exposed for us to see. It was proof that Tyler was enjoying what was being done to him. Once I had Tyler naked, I pulled a few things from my goody bag that I always bring to these parties: Viagra, a rig, saline and Tina. I took a couple Viagra and gave Mike the same amount. I know how Tina can be at times. Then I prepared the point that I was planing to share with Mike and my brother. Tyler watched with fascination as I put the white powder in the syringe, added some starile saline then put tubing around my arm and Mike’s. I then swabbed both arms with alcohol (the reason some partiers get infections and track marks is that they aren’t careful when they slam). I told my brother “Watch me” as I stuck the needle in my arm, pulled back a bit then plunged a little less then half the slam into my arm, then I hit Mike’s arm, but beore I removed the needle I pulled some blood back into the syringe. Then it was back to my arm to get some of my blood. “Now it’s your turn little bro.” As my brother watched, I stuck the needle in his arm, drew back a little bit of blood to make sure I hit the vein and plunged it all in his arm. “It’s too late to change your mind little bro, our blood will be mixing in your veins, taking the bug with it.” The ball gag was removed and I leaned down to kiss my brother on the mouth as I pulled the tubbing off both our arms at the same time. I knew exactly when the slam hit Tyler, I could feel him loose his breath and felt the cough as he was getting the high I was forcing on him. Now my naked brother lay in the sling, breathing heavily with a glazed look in his eyes. I gave him a couple Viagra to help him keep the hard on he had through this process. Then I turned my attentions to Tylers hole. I nelt down and began to eat his cunt. Tyler immediately began to moan, and wiggle around. Mike stood next to Ty’s head and got him to suck his hard, dripping dick. I continued to lick and nibble at my brother’s hole, Then I began to finger him: one, then two, and soon enough four fingers slid easily in him. When I stuck my fourth finger in his cunt, I knew if I continued I could get a fist in him with some work. I pulled my fingers out and stood up, looked Tyler in the eyes and slowly slid my cock in balls deep. He threw his head back and moaned as I began to fuck him. He looked back up at me and I knew what he wanted. No words need be spoken, he was asking to be imprengated. I asked my brother if this was the first time he had ever been fucked. He replied with a simple yes. I was so turned on to know I was the one who took my brother’s virginity in so many ways. I began fucking him slowly, almost pulling my eight inch cut cock all the way out, before slowly sliding back in all the way. Before I knew it, I was pounding away at Tyler’s hole, long dicking him, pulling all the way out before I slammed back in. Tyler’s moan grew louder as his dick began to leak precum. With little warning Tyler’s cock erupted spewing his neg load all over his belly. The spasming of his hole around my dick sent me over the edge and I shot a weeks-worth of poz seed inside his hole. Now our DNA was bound in more ways then just being half-brothers. After I pulled out I stuck my fingers in his hole to massage my seed into the walls of his ass. My fingers were sliding in so easily I couldn’t help myself, and I began to work four fingers in him. Then I slid in my thumb and with a little bit of encouragement from Mike, I slid my fist inside his hole. My brother was in pig heaven. He truly found himself. After I worked my fist inside his hole for a few minutes I knew I had to make way for the next poz top to seed Tyler. Mike stepped up and slid his cock in my brother and as Mike pounded away with his nine inch, thick tool, I leaned into my brother and kissed him, deeply and passionately and told him, “Welcome to the club little brother.” Then I yelled up the stairs “The little bitch is ready.” Everyone came down and began to strip around us. Before too long Mike yelled out he was cumming and shot a weeks-worth of seed deep inside Tyler. After Mike, Eddie took his turn and the party was in full swing. I kept Tyler well supplied with Tina throughout the party and by the time Sunday afternoon came he was well seeded. He even took a double penetration from Mike and me. A few weeks later Ty called me when he got a bad case of the flu. A month later I took him to get his very first HIV test and when it came back poz we celebrateed by going to the baths. We found some unsuspecting newbie for Tyler to fuck. The kid admitted to being a virgin. Ty gave the kid a similar story and they went off to fuck. I found them later in our room where I slipped the kid a little bit of tina in a booty bump along side my little bro’s dick. After Ty seeded him, I took my turn. The kid had no clue what was going on, but before he knew it, he had take two charged loads.

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 posted an add on the almighty craigslist to be breed by some anon straight men. I get an email saying that a group of married men on business wanted to gangbang me anonymous. They texted my number with all their rings and cocks photos to show proof. I still wasn't sure if it was safe. Four on one? What if they wanted to rob me? But I took the chance anyways...I wanted my hole to be bred. So I got a hotel room in a sleazy hotel and prepped myself. I then got a text saying they were outside and to leave the door unlocked and have my ass up in the air. I put my jockstrap on, lubed up my cumhole and got into position...ass high in the air, face down. Ass up and ready to drain some nuts I hear a knocking on my door. I voice for them to come in. "There's that nice fat ass." They smelt of cigars and booze. "Can't wait to empty my nuts in that." Said the other I got so extremely turned on knowing that these random guys were going to unload inside me that my asshole began winking rhythmically. "Lookie lookie here...we got a winker." As one then slid a finger inside my hole. "Wink on my finger nice and slow." I began to flex my hole on his finger nice and slow and he began jerking his cock. "Time to breed this hole." I hear the belt come off and him positioning himself behind me. I relaxed my hole and he shoved it deep inside. It was painful but it felt amazing. He slowly began to stroke me deep and then went faster as he grabbed my hips. I began to tighten my hole as he began to cum inside me. "Jerry (Fictional game to keep anonymity) your turn." Jerry's cock was not long but thick and it certainly stretched me out. My hole was starting to loosen up and you could hear it as the lube and the cum was being mixed together inside my cumhole. After 10 minutes Jerry unloaded inside me. I had to tighten my hole from here on out just to keep the loads inside. The next guy had an average sized cock...but i wasn't complaining. As long as cum goes inside, I'm happy. This guy took about 5 minutes to unload but his load had to be the largest. He was grunting and breathing furiously for awhile while he cummed. "Who's last?" I asked teasing while I shook my ass. "Oh this cumwhore is still game eh" The last guy said as he smacked my ass hard. He slapped my ass a few more times before he entered me. He had the biggest dick out of all of them and knew it. He started out with a moderate stroke, letting me get used to it and then grabbed my hips and began thrusting deep inside my ass. My head dropped due to the extacy. "Yea take that fat dick." My hole was ridiculously sloppy now with all the loads and this huge dick inside my ass pounding away. The sounds from my sloppy hole being plunged turned him on and he fucked me even harder until he came inside me. I had taken 4 loads from men I don't even know what they look like! I was turned on so much arched my back even further to show them my handy work. "Stay there, we want pictures and video." So I stayed put...willingly obliging them to look at my destroyed cumhole. "Wink for us." I began winking as fast and hard as I could. "Now push out our loads in my hand." My hole sputtured out their loads for several minutes. He then smacked my ass with all the loads and rubbed it all over my ass. "Thanks for that hole, slut" I winked my hole at them a couple times on the way out as they laughed. Best saturday night ever

Hell YEAH!!

SF CumUnions are held at 442 Natoma (South of Market), so you'd probably want one in that area. There are a few that could work. If I were there specifically for Cumunion, I'd probably stay at Best Western Plus Americania. It's not fancy, but easy in, easy out - you can have a few guys over before or after the event. I've also had good luck with bbrt/craiglsit ads there. If you're looking for a nicer hotel try the Intercontinental San Francisco. It's higher end than the Best Western, but not that much more expensive. If you're worried about walking through the lobby with cum running down your legs and your ass gaping, it's San Francisco. We've seen it before. There are a number of smaller hotels in SoMa, but I can't vouch for any of them.

i might be still taking the load, lol. i was just walking my dogs in Washington park in Chicago, when i saw two 40ish black guys come out of the bushes near the boating lake. i waited till they walked away then went back into the bushes and found a condom with a big load in it. It wasnt tied, so i dropped my pants and stuffed it into my ass, where its been for the last 30 minutes.

really depends. if I'm at a bar or club, I'm freeballing or in a jockstrap with a pair of jeans just loose enough to slip down and show ass crack, but not too loose to look sloppy. If it's daytime, I'm in mesh shorts with the lining cut out and again either freeballing or in a jockstrap (and if I'm REALLY cruising, I've usually got a bit of lube in me when I go out to entice the guys that grab my ass). I love the warm weather in Palm Springs and you can usually find me wearing ads

The person who first uttered the words "bitches be crazy" spoke wisdom. Female chaser/psycho turned out to be even more fucked up than I am. Sometimes you walk away and sometimes, like last night, YOUR FUCKING RUN. Reminds me why I like being a queer and why I love cock.

Long story short: Went to one of the city (2) darkrooms, not really busy on Friday night, but I was meeting a guy there. I came across a guy I'd met some time ago, late thirties, muscled, long fat cock. After 5 min he was pounding my ass, and didn't take him long to dump a nice load inside. Then I try the cabin with a gloryhole. Two older men fuck me bb, but they don't seem willing to breed me, too bad. So I get out and see the friend I was planning to meet. Same story, some chit chat and shortly after he's dumping a load up my ass. Fat long cock, guess he placed it deep inside. So I go out and go to meet another friend, who's always willing to breed me as long as I have one or two loads in my ass already. Get to his house, wait for him four legged in his room, as usual. He just comes and pushes his dick in. I had a hard time keeping the first two loads inside, since he likes to pound hard. He loves when I spill some cum from my ass. He had been super horny the last few days, he told me, and as a result he bred me 3 times in a row. This guy usually cums twice, non stop, but 3 is extraordinary. I could feel his gushes the first time he came. So it's 1:30 am and I have 5 loads in my ass. I go to the cruising park. I spot a Cuban guy I had met some time ago. Lose him in the bushes. So I spot another guy who I know is quick, so I just turn my back and show him my ass. Normal cock, but big balls. I suck him, some pounding and he delivers another load. Then I go look for the Cuban, who seemed not interested in anyone. He spotted me and then began walking towards a corner where we'd been some time ago. I suck him, a couple of interruptions by other guys, then suck him more, he grabs my ass and there he goes. 5 min and he's groaning as he dumps the 7th load of the night. Then it's me who needs to dump a load. I come across an older man in a hood. Don't care, I just need a wet ass to empty my balls. I show him my cock, he shows his ass. Fuck him till I cum. In short: 2 + 3 + 2 = 7 loads in my ass.

We don't have much time to combine our unmedicated high viral AIDS strains into a super strain that will make the 2020s look like the late 80s, no cure and funerals every day. We need to fuck and swap blood brother. Now!

Love that hot ass bent over. It makes me want to french kiss your hole till you relax enough to get my tongue deep inside. Then I would totally destroy that hot fuckhole. Damn sexy ass man.

A few moments later Daddy and I both looked at each other over the cock pigs sweaty arching back, smiling evilly at each other as we realized the booty bump - and definitely not the last one this weekend - was hitting this virgin cock sucker. I had just slid 3 tina-coated fingers back into his tight burning and accepting hole and was thrusting the fingers as deep inside him as I could reach while turning and twisting them. No flinch this time when the burn came...just a hungry moan and an even hungrier push of his ass back to take my magic fingers deeper. "DAMN boy!" I heard Daddy say. "Yeah suck that cock! Fucking deepthroat that hard fat daddy dick and gag on it! You like that dick doncha? Like feeling it stretch and fill up your face hole doncha?" The pig mumbled loudly and eagerly around the fat poz cock impaling his throat as he pushed back more onto my fingers. "And you like what your pig bro's doing to your ass too, doncha cock pig? You can't get enough of how he's making your ass feel right?" Daddy pulled the sucking mouth abruptly off his cock and the pig cried out "I love it Daddy! I fucking love it! My ass has never felt so good! Please can I have more?!" Daddy grinned at the flying pig boi as he slid the pipe stem between his full wet lips and lit the flame. "Of course boi. You can have more all weekend long. Now inhale BIG while your bro keeps working your ass!" To Be Continued............

Something funny turned out to be a pretty great fuck. I had posted an add on BBRTS looking for loads, unmedicated preferred. Well a hot hung black guy (toxic) hit me up and he was going to come over to my place in 30 minutes. He texted me when he got downstairs of my condo. I said I'll be right down. I went down and a hot black guy was at the door. Matched the stats exactly, albeit a little skinnier than I had anticipated. Regardless we came back upstairs and I proceeded to suck his thick hot black cock. He then asks me if I'm ready and I said yes and jump on the bed. Now he mad the comment, "too bad you're only free till 9:30..." I said no I'm free all day. He sad "cool". Get on the bed and I hit the poppers and he asks for a condom?! I say um... I don't use them. He said then he didn't want to fuck. I said no problem and showed him the door. As he was getting dressed I asked him why he would want condoms if he was on BBRTS. He replies "well you don't have to fuck bare, unless you want, it's not only for bareback." I said yes, bbrts is bareback right now. He said, "no man we met on Grindr" I instantly knew what happened. I poached someone else's trick! I get a text from my trick and he asks if I'm coming downstairs. I run downstairs and he's in the right place and then we both notice the other trick walking around and I tell him the story and we both laugh and he said well we do look similar. We get upstairs and it was amazing! I sucked his cock and it was way bigger than the first guy and thicker too. He then pushes me on the bed and I am hitting the poppers while he eats my ass and puts me on my stomach. He lines up his cock and after getting used to it and lots of poppers he starts to fuck me. After a few minutes it feels like he cums because he plunges deep and I swear I feel his cock pulse. I ask if he came and he said "no", then continues to fuck me for about 30 minutes more. and I'm not used to marathon fucking but he knew exactly how to fuck and even made me cum and I wasn't touching myself. He fucks me forever and then he picks up pace and goes deep and I feel him unload. I said it felt like you came twice and he said, I actually came 3 times, just didn't want you to be done and I wanted more of your neg ass. I got 3 toxic loads and it was fucking HOT. He was one of the best tops I've had. He doesn't live locally but said he wants to tag my ass again when he's in Dallas. I'm looking forward to it.

So, this is the first stories I have posted, so bear with me with the grammar and whatnot. The next time me and the college kid hooked up was a few months after the first time that I had sucked and fucked him. Like I said, he was bi and he was in the closet, so the hook up was random. I had gotten a text from him one day, he was doing laundry in the basement of his apartment building, I was driving by on my bike so I stopped to say hi. I found him in the basement, doing the wash. He was as cute as before, all of his 5'7" and the 130 pounds and blond hair. He was wearing shorts and no shirt this time. We started kissing and I grabbed for his dick... like I said, he was in the closet and flipped about me grabbing his cock. But had not problem kissing me in the room...str8/biguys. He informed me that he didn't have time to play right then, but later that night he could. About 10:30, I got a text from him, that he was free to play, the roommate was gone for the night. Thankfully, he only lived about 3 blocks from me. I walked to his place in a few mins and he met me at the door. Once inside, we moved straight to the bedroom, like I said he was a cute guy, bad taste in underwear. Hanes boxer briefs, not much fun in those things, but I have my own imagination. It seem that he had plans for the night, so I let him take charge of things. He pushed me on to the bed, straddling my chest so his crotch was at my face. He pulled down the front of his shorts and ugly underwear and place the tip of his cock to my mouth. I was not being too submissive to his control and he didn't like it. He started to force it into my mouth and I wanted to see how far he would go. He grabbed the back of my head and lifted it up to meet his cock and keep pressing it in. I finally let his cock into my mouth,it tasted as good as it did the first time. He fucked my mouth, for about ten mins, then telling me to turn over. I'm not much of a bottom, at this point I had only bottom 3 times. But I'm a sucker for a twink that is hung. Plus, the great thing about his cock is that it's about 80% hard till he cums. So it was easier to take then if he was hard. Now, I had used spit and rimmed him before I fucked him a few months ago, there was no way spit would work for this fucking. I was lucky that he had lube, which he said was for his gf pussy when they fucked. He is not a small boy, when it comes to the cock department, he was and still is one of the thicker ones I have taken. With the lube in hand, he started to finger me. I hate fingers, if something is going to go into me, I want something thick. It may have to do with the first two cocks I had taken, they were both good size in girth. So, I informed him to lube up and eat my ass a little. I can be a dominant bottom, I know what I like. He was ok at eating an ass, nothing special but it worked. After about ten mins of munching on my hole, I was more then ready to take a cock and his was more then I needed to itch the need I had. He put the head at my hole and I was more then ready to take it or I thought I was. As he started to push into me, I had second thoughts about being a bottom. I had not taken anything that size before and I was feeling like it was the second coming. I could not believe that it was hurting as bad as it was but on the other hand it was feeling good, knowing that I was taking it. He slowly worked his cock into me, inch by inch it was sliding into me. I would had thought that it would had hurt more then it did, but it was starting to feel good. He slowly worked it in a little and out some and then back in a little more and out some more. He keep telling me how tight I was and that it felt so good, that he would not last long. By the time I was loose to take a hard pounding from him, he was ready to drop his load. He doesn't last long as a top, but with the size of it, you don't want him to last forever. He was starting to get a go pace going, when I felt him get bigger inside of me. Like I said, he is only about 80% hard till he cums. As the pace picked up and he was says that he was getting ready to nut, I could feel him getting thicker inside of me. It was a whole new experience in life, I have ever felt someone get bigger in me like that. It was not just getting a little bigger, he added so much more girth inside me that I knew he was getting ready to cum. It was mind blowing at the size he was getting to inside me. As he pushed all the way in, he held onto me hips and unloaded. It was a great fuck, even if it didn't last long. The only problem was I was still hard and had not blown my load. He stared to pull out and I asked if he could get hard again. He stopped and asked if I wanted a second round, I informed him that I wanted a third if he could.

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

Thanks to all the guys that enjoy my stories. I'm sorry I don't add chapters more quickly, and I haven't totally abandoned my other stories either. Sometimes it's hard to get motivated, but tonight I am, lol. Blown some clouds, shoved a nice shard up my ass followed by a nice sized plug, tied up my cock and balls real good, and clamped my nipples, got some good ole T.I.M.playing, (Christian and Ian Jay are probably my favourite cumdumps!)....so I'm ready to add a chapter or two! Part 2 Master went to the closet and started taking a few things out. "Do you trust me boy?" he asked. "Yes Sir." I replied. Even though I had just met him, I was totally under his spell and would do ANYTHING to please him. "Good boy!" he smiled as he started hanging a sling onto his bed. As soon as it was up he had me climb in it and quickly had me secured. Then he took earplugs and inserted them into my ears. This was followed by a heavy leather mask with a mouth gag which he tightened around my head. In a matter of minutes I was imobile, unable to see, hear or speak. Master left the room for a while, I have no idea how long, time was irrelevant. Eventually I suddenly felt fingers pulling the plug out of my ass, leaving me temporarily empty. Then I felt fingers entering my hungry hole, quickly followed by that burning sensation again and I knew another shard had been shoved into me. This was followed by what I knew was a dildo. It wasn't super thick, but it was very long, and I moaned and writhed as I felt it go deep inside me, past my inner sphincter. Master pulled it in and out, pushing it further and further each time untill I swear it must have been in my stomach. I just moaned like a slut while my soft dick leaked and leaked. After probably 30 or so minutes of this, he pulled it out and replugged me. Then I was left alone for a while. The next thing I felt were fingers again pulling out the plug being quickly followed by something else being inserted. I knew it wasn't another dildo, it was a real cock. But I could tell it wasn't Master's cock, It was someone elses, and I couldn't do anything to stop it! But I also didn't care. It was a cock and my ass was hungry. Being high and deprived of my senses concentrated all my attention to my needy slave hole. And if Master wanted someone to fuck me, who was I to refuse? I just let go and enjoyed the fucking I was getting, using my ass muscles to give as much pleasure as I could, squeezing and sucking as hard as my horny fuckhole could. I must have been good because he didn't last too long before he buried himself and went ridged and I knew he was dumping his load into me. After my slave cunt sucked every last drop out of him, he pulled out, and I felt empty and sad. But then the plug was reinserted and I was left alone for a while. Eventually again fingers pulled the plug out and another cock entered me, again not Master's! It was bigger than the last one, but not as big as Master's. He fucked me for a long time, I have no idea how long, felt like an hour but couldn't have been. He found the exact spot on my prostate that caused me to moan the loudest and my dick to leak the most, and pounded it relentlessly. Over and over he hit the one spot untill I was screaming into the gag from uncontrollable pleasure. Eventually he shot his load deep in my guts, adding to Master's and the previous fucker. After he pulled out the plug was not replaced, instead another dick started fucking my increasingly sloppy hole. He was a little smaller than the last guy, so I had to work my ass muscles on him untill I milked his load out and into my guts. He pulled out and I could feel cum leaking out of my open hole. Then another cock immediately filled my greedy dumphole. This one took me by surprise. He was larger than Master, probably the largest cock I had taken in my life at that point, but it was hard to tell. All I knew is I howled as he buried himself balls deep in one mighty thrust. In spite of the drugs, and all the previous fucking, he stretched my hole and made it hurt. But I could nothing but take it, and take it I did! Someone held poppers under my nose and I desperately inhaled several times. Soon my head was spinning and my ass was loving the assault it was getting. And what an assault it was! This guy knew how to use his massive weapon. He'd alternate between long, slow strokes, burying himself as deep as he could, rotating his hips so he could really open me deep inside before pulling out and slamming back in as hard as he could, fucking me hard and fast for a few minutes before repeating the process. And he kept this up for a LONG time. I was given poppers several times during his fuck, keeping my ass loose and receptive to his abuse as he litterally fucked me into oblivion! I was seeing stars as every nerve exploded in the one place aware of pleasure, my busted open hole. I could barely stay conscious as he fucked me for an eternity before finally dumping what I'm sure was a huge load far into my bowels. After he pumped all he could into me he collapsed onto me, our sweaty bodies sticking together, and just breathed deep for a while before finally pulling his softening cock out of my now very official slave cumpdump hole. A plug was inserted and I could barely feel it as it past my overly stretched out asslips. Then I was alone again, left to contimplate everything that had transpired tonight. After a while, I felt hands at my head as Master removed the mask, then the earplugs as I slowly readjusted my senses. He pulled out the plug and said "Push boy. Push out the cum. I want to see it pour out of your beautiful rosebud." And I did as told, expelling all the cum I possibly could. Master held up a cup with the creamy brown liquid. There had to be at least an 1/8 of a cup of cum and ass juice. He stuck his fingers into my mouth and pulled my jaw open. Holding the glass over my mouth, he slowly poured the gooey contents into my mouth, scraping the sides of the glass with his finger and wiping it on my tongue, before closing my mouth. I didn't have to be told to swallow, I knew. Master then helped me out of the sling and onto the bed. After taking down the sling he laid down on the bed, holding his rock hard cock straight up. "Sit boy!" he commanded. I straddled his hips and placed his fat mushroom head against my sore lips and moaned as I slid all the way down him, settling my puffy hole against his rough pubes. "Work my cock boy!" he ordered. "Make me cum with that talented fuckhole!" I worked my wore out ass as hard as I could, trying to please him. "I was so proud of you tonight boy. You show the makings of a good slave. Those were four of my friends that used you tonight. I called several people and told them I had a new cumdump slave that needed breaking in. I called more, pity more couldn't have made it. Instead of 4 annonymous loads, you could have had 8 to 10. But one day. And thats my favourite part. You will never know who they were. But they all knew you! Now everytime you go out to a leatherbar, you will wonder just who there bred you without your knowledge. When I talk to my friends, you will always wonder, "Is it your cum that was dumped in me?" I moaned at this realization, knowing people I didn't know, that know me, now know I'm a slaveboy cumdump. My tina dick got a little hard at that thought. "And you were a lucky boy tonight. That last guy is one of the best tops in the city. I was surprised he was available. He's hit on you before, but you've turned him down. See what you've been missing? You can thank me boy. Say, "Thank you Master for allowing him to breed my slavecunt. Say it!" "Thank you Master! Thank you for allowing him to breed my slavecunt Sir" "Good boy. Now thank me for letting my other friends breed your piggy cumhole." "Thank you Sir for letting your friends breed my piggy cumhole" "Now boy," he said as he started pinching and twisting my nipples, causing my ass to go crazy on his cock, "tell me what a filthy little whore you really are. Tell me you REALLY want to be my slaveboy. Beg for it!" He placed poppers under my nose again, three hits on each side, then attacked my nipples with force. "SAY IT BITCH!!" "God yes Sir!" I shouted as my still hungry ass milked his cock as hard as it could. "Please let me be your boy, your slave, your cumdump. Use me for your pleasure Sir! I beg you! I've never wanted anything more! Make me your little piggy! I want it so bad!" I continued to plead and beg as his nipple work sent my already sex and drug fuled mine into overdrive. I spilled every dirty fantasy I ever had, promising him I would be the nastiest, dirtiest, piggiest, most depraved slave for him. I begged him to use me, train me, fuck me, loan me to his friends, rent me out if he wanted, I'd be a whore for him. The more I begged, the harder he tortured my nipples. The harder he tortured my nipples, the dirtier I got, begging for him to do the most disgusting to me that he wanted. Finally he let out a growl as he shot another load into my well used hole before pushing me off and plugging me up again. "Thank me for my cum boy. Every time you receive your Master's cum, or anyone else your ordered to, you will be thankful for it. Understood boy?" "Yes Sir!" I panted. "Thank you for your cum Sir!" "I can tell you're going to be a good slave." he smiled at me. "And look, the suns just coming up. We have two whole days of your birthday yet. And I have plenty of ideas!" I suddenly got a little bit nervous as to what I had REALLY gotten myself into.

Last time I was in Palm Springs I visited CCBC. I was hanging out in one of the playrooms and this hot guy with biohaz tattoo was fucking the hell out of this kid. He shot his load in him and I asked if I could eat it out. It was a huge load and tasted amazing - very hot. Especially knowing it was full of Poz swimmers. BBRT- fucknfeedme

always into multiple loads, love when at the baths and a guy starts fingering my hole and its wet and prelubed with warm fresh cum, it's fun to see how he reacts. the best is a smirk or piggy comment, "taking everyone's load whore?" but also a turn on when it's not his thing and I can offer to suck his cock and eat his cum instead And so hot for me when I am getting bred by a guy who has really spread his seed. Love realizing that I'm just another slut to cumdump to him, one of hundreds or thousands of holes that he has creamed up

Went to Palm Springs a couple weeks ago to meet a guy I had been chatting with online for the first time in person. We went out to Tool Shed for awhile then decided to go to Cumunion at CCBC. We got there about 1 AM and walked around for a little while seeing what was going on and who was there. He told me to get in the sling and he started fucking me. After awhile he asked one of the guys watching with 8" thick cock if he wanted a turn and they tag teamed me for awhile. Then it was his turn in the sling, I got two guys tag teaming his ass. We kept switching like that for awhile and at one point we were making out and someone new started riding me (never saw who it was but he was an amazing fuck, kept pulling out spitting on my hole then slamming in balls deep). We then went with one guy to his room, he woke up his partner and the two of them took turns on both of us. I didn't think I got any loads from any of the five or six cocks I took but turns out I did get one, just not sure who from. Overall probably the best first date I've ever had.

This is one of my favorites, I hope there will be more

Robert was feeling better by the following Thursday when Sam came over. Sam walked over to Robert and deep kissed him and then slowly pushed Robert onto his knees and had Robert start to suck his cock. Once it was hard, Sam pulled his cock from Robert’s mouth and pushed down Robert’s pants and then had him get on all fours. Sam started fingering Robert’s still tight hole with lube laced with Tina and in minutes Robert was moaning and begging for it. Sam proceeded to fuck Robert and put his week old load into him. After cumming, Sam had Robert put on the leather pants he had brought for him and told him that they were going to go out to one of the bars Robert had told him about. When Sam and Robert got to the bar around 10pm there was a line around the block but Sam went up to the bouncer and with a 100 dollar handshake he and Robert were let into the bar. Sam and Robert took a back booth and watched the action on the dance floor. It was a scene mixed of very out there college students confortable with who they were mixed with a number of students who Sam could read as being uncomfortable or trying to down play how much they were into the scene. Sam while scanning the bar found what he was looking for in two college age students hanging by the bar. Both of them looked barely 18 years old and were very fidgety in their mannerisms, and Sam decided that they would be perfect for Robert’s next step. Sam, had the waiter bring them a round of drinks and a note to have them join Sam and Robert at their table. Johnny and Paul who were your typical broke college kids jumped at the chance to be with someone who would pay for their drinks. Johnny and Paul had no intention of doing anything more than drinking with Sam and Robert but over the course of a couple of hours their inhibitions were lowered as more drinks were consumed. To ensure that Johnny and Paul would not have any inhibitions by the end of the night Sam discretely slipped into their drinks GHB. By 1:30am Johnny and Paul were no near sober when Sam suggested they come back to Robert’s place for a nightcap. Johnny and Paul not knowing what they were walking into, agreed and by 2am were in the living room of Robert’s place and Sam had Robert put on a bareback porn movie. Sam started commenting on the action and he could see Johnny and Paul getting hard but were shy to show it. Sam then reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of cocaine and setup lines on the table. Sam had Robert do a line and then asked Johnny and Paul if they wanted to do one as well. Not wanting to seem “lame” they each did a line and then while feeling the rush of doing their first lines of cocaine, Sam walked over and to Johnny and deeply kissed him. Robert following Sam’s lead did the same to Paul and soon Sam had Johnny naked and Johnny sucking on his cock. Sam told Robert to get Paul undressed and to have Paul suck on Robert’s cock. Once Johnny and Paul were on their knees sucking cocks, Sam whispered to Robert that he was going to fuck Johnny and Robert was to fuck Paul. Sam told Robert to follow his lead. Sam told johnny to get on his hands and knees and at the same time Robert did the same to Paul. Sam then took out his special tina laced lube and started to work it into Johnny’s tight hole and then he had Robert do the same to Paul. After a few minutes both Johnny and Paul were begging to be fucked and it was at this point Robert started fucking Paul as Sam did the same to Johnny. Robert was taking all the frustration he had buried from his past relationships our and was brutally pounding Paul’s ass with his cock. It was only a couple of minutes later that Robert exploded into Paul’s ass filled it with more cum than he could ever remember. Sam saw Robert extract his still rock hard but pink covered cock from Paul’s ass and told him to take his place and fuck Johnny. Robert did as he was told as Sam then went over to Paul and slowly massaged into his cum filled hole more Tina to keep Paul’s booty bump going. Robert went about fifteen minutes before he exploded his second load into Johnny and when his pink covered cock came out Sam had Paul start to lick it clean. Sam went over to johnny and as he did to Paul slowly worked more tina into his hole and then proceeded to fuck Johnny. After Sam put a 2nd load into Johnny he asked Paul and Johnny if they wanted to stay and party with Robert and Sam. Sam told them they would get special gifts for staying with them through the night and when both said yes, Sam told Robert that he should call Angelo and tony to see if they wanted to play. To be continued

Sam took Robert’s arm and wrapped a band tight around it while looking for a vein. Robert asked what was in the syringe to which Sam replied it was something that would help Robert feel like a new person. Sam found the vein and asked Robert to hold still and Robert still in his daze from the previous night allowed Sam to inject him with the syringe which only later would Robert find out was his first blood slam he would take. The mixture of Tina and Sam’s HIV+ blood entered Robert’s vein and only a few minutes later Robert was feeling the effects of the slam. Sam proceeded to place Robert onto his hands and knees and started pounding his cum filled ass again. Over the next couple of hours Sam would put three more toxic loads into Roberts loosening hole. Robert still feels the impact of the Tina never really realized that he was being turned into a willing bottom which was the first thing Sam wanted. Robert finally passed out from all the fucking late Sunday morning and slept until his alarm went off Monday morning. When Robert woke up Sam was still there and told Robert that he would be back in three weeks from a business trip and when he got back that they would meet up again and play. In the interim, the only people that Robert was allowed to play with were Angelo and Tony who would treat him well. Outside of that Robert was to start exploring on campus where the gay students would go for their after hours fun and he was to start looking at which of his students were showing more than a passing interest in being his teacher’s pet. Sam didn’t not want Robert to act on any of his instincts until Sam came back from him trip. The next few days Robert taught his classes, did his tutoring of his students who came by and in his spare time found the location of a couple of clubs by the campus where the students hung out which he would tell Sam about the next time. One club intrigued Robert as a number of patrons were wearing leather and Robert starting thinking about how much he liked the look and feel of leather which he would also talk to Sam about. . Angelo and Tony came over on a Thursday evening as one of Robert’s students were leaving. Mike was a 19yo 5’8” 145 pound sophomore who had a timid personality. Tony picked up on it right away on introductions and after Mike left today Robert that he could really have some fun with someone like Mike. Robert brushed the thought aside even as it made his cock hard but Angel saw Robert’s cock harden and immediately went for it. Fishing it out of his pants Angelo told Tony that Robert seemed to be more into his students than he let on and proceeded to suck on Robert’s cock. Tony came up behind Robert and while licking at his ear started to finger Roberts’s hole and subtly slipped him a booty bump and then proceeded to slip in his cock and begin to fuck Robert again. As Tony fucked Robert, Angelo sucked and swallowed Robert’s load then proceeded to stat kissing Robert feeding back to him his own cum. Angelo then proceeded to replace Tony in fucking Robert and soon enough Robert had another load in him. Later the next week, Robert started to feel like he was coming down with what he felt was a cold. By the weekend he was laid up in bed with the flu. Tony and Angelo came over to check in on Robert and left smiling knowing that Robert was suffering from the fuck flu. Tony called Sam to give him the good news and Sam was elated. Now Sam could focus on turning Robert into a gift giving force on the college campus and indirectly help Sam grow his business with a new and younger clientele

Yeah - same age cousin. Sleepovers, back yard camp outs, porn snuck into the house. Measuring our growing dicks, jacking off, jacking each other off, and then he introduced me to blowjobs (which he apparently learned at a sleepover with another boy). Probably started around age 11 or 12. Never fucked, though. The memories . . .

This is what happened to me about 12 years ago with a positive guy, we had agreed that he would fuck me with a condom on, but after a while, say 10 min. the condom broke and he pulled out, he just said shit the condom broke, and pulled it of his cock. I would like to fuck you some more he said, so do I i said, so he just looked into my eyes and slowly inserted his dick bare and continued to fuck me, when he came he just pulled out and climed over to take a seat on the other end of the sofa we were fucking on and told me to push his cum out of my asshole, so that´s what I did, he thought that was real hot. I stayed the night with him and he fucked me again in the morning, this time with a condom on though, I suppose I got lucky that I didn´t catch anything. Thank´s for a hot story Tempted27

Sounds like Heaven. Sign me up. I'll be a mare for cock and seed

(OH -- It Continues........) The boy was now pounding my incredibly wet hole hard and good. The piss was being driven deep inside me. I could not believe how sinfully delightful this new experience felt. Finally this massive young NEG fuck stud’s rod was inside me. I was a brand new piss pig and feeling fulfilled - a very happy pig-slut in heaven. Truthfully, we were probably only outside and fucking for a half hour or so. Steve had suggested we return inside pointing out that we didn’t want any of the neighbors to call in a noise complaint and have Palm Springs Police find 4 tweeked-out fags fucking in the back yard smelling of piss. Great! Once again, our friendly neighborhood drug dealer proves to be the sensible/level-headed one of the group. Go figure. After rinsing off and out, I returned from the bathroom all clean but happy to know what dirty really felt like.... and I liked it. Back to the sex den I find Steve and his monster uncut cock pummeling little Nathan deep and hard. The little faggot was now an insatiable bottoming animal thanks to the booty bump prize he received for making my fantasy of becoming a public piss urinal come true. The Daddy and his bitch boy were a sweaty mess and going at it hard and rough on the couch. No, seriously: the muscle stud with the solid chest and perfect cock was 40-something, and the slutty little bug-chaser was in his 20's….. it was a hard-core, bareback, chem-filled Daddy / Boy fantasy playing out right before my eyes. Thanks in most part to the crystal meth up Nathan’s ass. I was sure they were going break something. David had grabbed his phone and was recording the scene. I snuck up behind him and gently slid my cock in his ass. I wonder if he will still be able to film with me behind and pumping every so deliberately up his ass? He can. What can I say? The stud good. Little Nathan has been vying for the title of Household Cum Dump since we started this little party of ours. Bitch, I’ve waited too long not to be the cum-dump center of THIS party of tops, and I am NOT about to give up such a prestigious title and fantasy without a fight. Which is why it only makes since to administer my own God Damn booty bump next. In my post-piss-pig / still high from the slam state, it seems like the most logical next step to take. (clearly) David see what I’m up to and approaches with his iPhone to help out. I lay on the couch and hold my legs in the air while David squats down and injects the crystal solution deep in my hole. It’s cold. I much preferred feeling the warmth of the dirty piss deep in my hole - not this cold sterile solution. But quickly the crystal begins to be absorbed into my guts and I’m feeling warm. Warmer than anything I’ve felt before. My fuck hole awakens and becomes very hungry. Just for good measures, David then shoves up a small, tiny rock deep in my hole with his finger. FUCK that burns! My ass is on Mother Fucking FIRE!!! OUCH You Son Of A Bitch!!!! FUCK ME NOW!!!!!!!! While filming my decent into the depths of being a true, happy, total bottom pig of extreme measures, David begins fucking me with his big headed tool. I’ve wrapped my legs around his tiny waist trying to get him to bang me with his fuck stick as hard as humanly possible - and then even harder than that!! But he will not. Despite my insatiable need to be pounded harder than a dirty cunt by the High School Quarter Back on prom night, David remains rhythmic. Patient. Intent. Deliberate. And Controlled. This GoGo twink stud with his fucking camera fetish and leather shoulder-harness is giving me only what I need - but withholding everything I desire. His raw cock may be fucking my ass; and that is exactly what I need. But what I want is this boy — no, this man — to empale me! Because without someone, anyone, deep inside my guts tearing me in two, I will DIE! What I want is to be abused. I want to be used. I want to be laid out like a fucking trashy bitch who is fucked 5-ways from Sunday and tossed aside like a 14 year-old boy’s CUM sock. My head is thrown back against the couch, my eyes clinched tight, begging to be banged like the trashy fuck slut that I am. But all David does is film me withering on his raw cock. His iPhone camera travels from the sweat that has emerged on my forehead, past my lips that are screaming filthy absurdities like a 2-bit trashy hooker, and down along my muscular pecs and torso. The upper-body I have worked so hard for. The body I have starved for and lusted after. Tony Horton may not fuck faggots like me bareback — but I did my Mother-Fucking BEST and forgot the rest with his God-Dam workouts so that I could throw my fairy feet to Jesus and finally get a worked-out faggot like David take every advantage of my willing and giving hole for his pleasure. David is memorized by his cinematic work. His camera lens has found it’s way to his raw cock that is sliding in and out of me so purposely but so controlled in my ass. He knows this is driving me over the top. Which gives him great pleasure to be in control and watching me, a helpless pig begging to be pounded deeper harder and Faster!!! Deeper Harder Faster!!! FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP!!!! “Will someone go ahead and fuck him already?” Ken said as he opened up the front door. SHIT! !! The couples are back. Steve pulls out of Nathan who jumps up to go greet the rest of the gang, excited that there are more boys to play with now. They exchange the most awkward of pleasantries with the boys from the bar judging Steve & Nathan’s hard cocks that are just up-front and center as they welcome the newcomers into the converted sex den. Steve ushers everyone to the kitchen island to show off all the goodies that he brought for everyone to enjoy. What a good host our friendly neighborhood drug dealer has turned out to be. My legs are still wrapped around David’s waist but he pries them apart and reluctantly pulls me up to go join the entire crew. Picking up the bag of Tina, Ryan shakes it in my face. “So this is why you were screaming to be fucked hard and fast, hummmm?” I told you he was an asshole. “Yea you little fucker, wanna get a turn and see if you can finally get the job done,” I quip back naked and flirting with my friend. I’ve decided that these bitches are going to go straight past their little E-roll, not collect $200, and go straight to the pipe which straight to fucking. “So you all are high on crystal meth right now? I can not believe you boys.” “We wanted to be dirty, nasty cum sluts!” Nathan chimed up so proud of how he was feeling. Leaning against Kyle he then seductively said, “Come on!! Be DIRTY nasty cum sluts with us!” Kyle, glancing at his boyfriend has a look in his eyes that suggests he wants to party like us. It’s the look of a true BB Bottom Slut who’s being tempted by the fond memories of himself when he was single and the local campus slut. The couple have a silent conversation between each other just with their eyes. Apparently they can figure out what each other is thinking just with a few glances. “Fine. You win. We’re on vacation - might as well throw caution to the wind and raise these bitches' heals to the ceilings.” I’ve been hanging on Ryan's shoulder this entire time grinding my cock into his thigh. “Thatta boy!” I congratulate him with a seductive whisper in his ear. “You’re in trouble,” he assures me. Chad and Jake keep to their pills and go skinny-dipping in the pool. I’ve known Chad for years and drugs just affect him in the exact opposite way they do everyone else. At a circuit party, I’ll be rolling hard and dancing all over the place meeting, litteraly, everyone at the venue - and he will find a corner and gab with 1 person all night long. So I knew that tina affected him differently than it did us and wasn’t surprised that he just wanted to roll and swim. The rest of us settle in over on the couch. The boys strip down to their underwear. Kyle has a pair of those ass-less Andrew Christian’s on so his little boy ass is all exposed and ready to go. The two shot gun a few hits to try and catch up. They can try but they can never “catch up” to us. David is seducing Kyle while I am focussed on Ryan. As he takes another big hit from the glass pipe, I grab his face and turn it to my direction to shot-gun me. Our lips lock and I begin to inhale deeply while kissing my friend. Our tongs massage each other as we pass the smoke back and forth between our lungs. I’m feeling very tender and connected to my friend right now. “What the fuck was that?” he asked as we stopped kissing but remained with our heads touching. “That was an innocent moment. Maybe my last one of the night,” I admitted. “Well I remember you being an amazing cock sucker. So why don’t you stop kissing me and get on all fours and service me, you faggot!” Hearing my friend talk nasty to me was exhilarating. I gladly obeyed and began working on his magnificent cock. It is long and perfect. Completely smooth and shaven. I gobble it happily while David squats next to me and begins eating out Kyle's ass. "Fuck yes, Sam! Suck on that cock!" The encouragement only makes me want to work harder. But I look up at my friend who is still blowing clouds and command him.... "Fuck me." Kyle and I are on the floor, our heads next to each other while the MEN take their positions to pleasure themselves up in our holes. We are a couple of willing bitches desperate to take a deep pounding.

Last weekend I was super horny and looking to top. Started cruising CL looking for a bottom to use. Wasn't really looking for anything other than a "pre-lubed ass in the air" kind of scene. Wasn't having much luck and then I saw an add a young asian guy had posted. 23 year old bottom, talented mouth and more. Also a really hot pic of his ass. I wrote him and told him I would be really into eating and fucking his hole. He wrote right back and said that sounded good. Then he asked if I was generous. I wasn't really looking to pay for it, but I asked for a face pic and how generous. His pic turned out to be a really cute Chinese guy (I have a thing for asians) and he said he wanted $60. Well I'd been drooling over his ass pic and my cock was doing my thinking for me, so I said sure and ran out the door. Took me about a half hour on the subway to get to his address. By the time I got to his neighborhood I was really nervous. Felt like every person on the street knew what I was up to. I got to the building and texted him that I was there. A few minutes later he pops up out of a basement door I hadn't noticed before. He's wearing jeans and a t-shirt and is just as cute as his pics. We go down into a dark basement apartment. Based on the number of shoes in the hallway it looked like a LOT of people lived there, but I didn't see or hear anyone else. He leads me to his bedroom. It's tiny and it's a mess. Bed with the sheets half on, piles of clothes and junk everywhere, and a bedside table with poppers and lube. There's just enough standing room for the two of us. He immediately asks me if I brought the money. I give it to him, he puts it in a drawer and asks me what I want to do. I answer by pulling off his t-shirt. He's got a nice swimmers build with well defined abs. He pulls down his shorts and reveals a cock that proves the asian stereotype wrong! I push him down on the bed and start kissing and licking his beautiful hairless body. After I've gotten a good taste of all of him, I turn him over on top of me, and let him fuck my face with his big beautiful cock. After a few minutes he turns himself around and expertly positions himself for some 69. I hadn't done that in a long time, I'd forgotten how fun it is! In no time at all I was super hard and ready to bust! I pushed his mouth away from me and flipped him back over on his back. I sucked his cock for a minute and then worked my way down to his balls. Then I pushed his legs back over his head, took a big hit of poppers and went in for the main course. His hole was tight, hairless and clean and I ate it like it was cotton candy, with each whiff of poppers plunging my tongue deeper into his sweet warm hole. I was so out of my head with poppers and lust that I wasn't paying any attention to what he was doing until I heard a beeping sound...I looked up and there he was, legs straight up in the air, texting someone on his phone. (Next customer maybe?) With that reminder that i was basically in bed with a cheap whore, I decided it was time to get what I came for. I grabbed the lube, turned him over, put his ass in the air and started fingering his hole. His ass was so warm and smooth on my fingers I couldn't wait to feel that on my dick. After I had him primed, I took one more hit of poppers and went in for one more taste. His ass tasted like lube and really turned me on. Then I pushed his head down onto the matress, and started grinding against his ass. The poppers had made me lose my erection, but the promise of that tight hole brought me back to life pretty quickly. As soon as I was halfway hard I spread his cheeks apart and started pressing the head of my cock against his hole. With a hard push, the head of my semi hard cock went in. Once it was inside, all I had to do was hold still while my erection continued to grow inside of him. Once I was fully hard I started slamming his hole with long, hard strokes. His ass was every bit as smooth and tight and hot as I had hoped from the second I first saw his picture. He was moaning quietly, and I was moaning to, getting louder and louder as I got closer to busting. For a brief moment I wondered if anyone else was in the apartment to hear what was going on, and if they new this twink was whoring out his hole on the cheap. All that went out of my head though, as I finally lost control and let out a loud yell as my cock started throbbing with pleasure as I unloaded inside of him. I pulled out, and immediately started getting dressed. He offered me his shower, but I elected to take the walk of shame, still covered in sweat

Man.... I love your post, man. I am a submissive Asian bottom for pretty much any dominant tops but usually I don't do bareback with most men. That was me before I had my life changning sex with a black dealer. I was hanging out with few boys and one of them really wanted to get some drugs but he didn't have any money so we were basically just smoking weed and drinning most of the time. The boy who wanted to do more drugs without money tagged along with me to my house. When we got to my house, I started to fall asleep. When I woke up, the boy was on the phone with someone and asked me if I could let his friend in who was at the door. I didn't want him to ring the buzzer and wake my roommates up so I went down to the front door and met the boy's friend. He was a tall husky black man. As I led him up the stairs, I could see him staring at my ass and I just thought he was a horn dog. When we got into my room, this black man pulled out a pipe and a syringe for my friend. I am horrified of needles so I told him I will smoke if he wants me to but no needles. My friend got injected with whatever the black man gave him. Then my friend got really hi and wanted to suck the black man's cock but the black man wanted me and dismissed my friend. After spending few minutes on the phone, he took off leaving me with this big black man in my room. I felt a bit awkward at first but as he kept on urging me to take a smoke from the pipe, I started to not care anything but sex. We were watching porn on my bed then I felt his big hands moving me around with a little force. Before I knew it, I was on my back with his cock balls deep in my throat choking me while he fingered my hole as I presented it to him with my body folded in half under him. At times, I felt burning and stining sensation in my hole as he fingered it open. After a while, I was desperate to get my hole stuffed so my hole started to pucker open and close rapidly. He looked at my hole opening and closing rapidly and told me that my hole was winking at him to be fucked. He shoved his hole dick in one shove. It hurt like a hell but I couldn't stop him since he was so strong and powerful... so I just let him hurt me with his big black cock for a while...then I started to love being fucked by him after a while.... so I thanked him for not stopping when I asked him to..... and continue his fucking so I can learn of this new pleasure. He smiled as he slapped my face lightly as he continued fucking me. He told me that it doesn't matter what I think or say cuz he will do as he wants no matter what. He fucked me for hours and many times it hurt so much that I begged him to stop but over and over, he proved me wrong by making me happy as he continued his fucking. I took many loads from him then he filled my hole with his piss in the morning. At first I tried to protest this but his piss got me really f**ked up and after that, I begged him for more. Since then, I only party and take raw black cocks. Bigger and piggier men are the best. =)