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1. Tucker Broderick Doesn’t Give a Shit About You From where Sergei is crouched straddling the rooftop, he can see right up Tucker's shorts. He’s aware, too, that Tucker does this on purpose. Tucker bites down on a string of nails between his teeth, methodically laying down a shingle, pulling out a pair of nails and securing the oyster grey shingle in place. He then crab-walks up a foot or two to ready the nails for the next shingle. Between hammering, he looks up at Sergei in his wary, enticing way (the shit) and scratches his balls, also on display. Sergei glances down from his rooftop peak and secures his top ridge cap shingle. Since Tucker is close to laying the final, upper-most course of shingles, he’s pretty close to Sergei. His balls will soon be close enough to touch. Sergei has to look away. Sergei takes wire rim glasses from his shirt pocket and wraps them around his ears. The view from the roof of this Echo Park home is epic. The smog abated with last night’s windstorm, and today you can actually see Santa Monica. Past old Hollywood, past Beverly Hills, past Brentwood, right down to fucking Santa Monica beach, miniature palm trees and all. The blue expanse of the Pacific ocean is almost as blue as Tucker’s eyes. The view up Tucker’s shorts is even more epic. The sun slashes directly over his large hanging pink crown. In the dark cave beyond you can even make out a dark patch of pubes. Inside the shadow glints the thin metal P.A. piercing his dickhead. His crouch has his left leg bent up toward Sergei on the upside of the roof at a right angle. The other leg, muscular and taught, is straight out, balancing him against the roof’s pitch. The baggy shorts are long and droop open enough to let the warm afternoon breeze flap the black polyester silk, swaying his long, hanging ballsack in the same warm breeze. Sergei feels his own balls churn in his worn Levis. The breeze up here on the roof blows Tucker’s auburn hair off his shoulders. If not for his red cap it would blow all over his face, but the cap holds it down. He nails his last shingle at roof’s peak next to Sergei, then stands, scales back down the roof to his last course of shingles. Sergei quickly replaces his glasses in his pocket hoping Tucker hadn’t seen them. He feels they make him older than he is. His bald spot doesn't help. "Boss-man," says Tucker turning to him. Sergei shields his eyes against the sun, low in its descent toward the ocean. “Only got a few more in my row, then what?” Tucker voice is sonorous. Sergei learned sonorous in English class last night, and it describes Tucker’s voice to a tee. Deep and full. He has no right to have a voice so rich, when his is so scratchy with these foreign, garbled words always tripping over his tongue—or a face so striking he feels he's always caught staring. Admit it though: You’d spot Tucker easily in a crowd, even if he wasn’t just wearing shorts and tennis shoes and nothing more. He isn’t pumped up gym-built, but his torso’s a perfect V. His arms are cut like a bronze statue from working construction outdoors for him since graduating two years ago from high school. His chest is broad, tan and smooth; his chiseled pecs rise and fall with his breath while his foreman thinks what, indeed, was next. An invite for a beer after work? Maybe enough to have him once again pass out on the couch? Sneak a quick blow job that would not be mentioned in the morning? The breeze changes slightly so Tucker is now directly upwind of him. He can smell the suntan oil and body sweat. Being near-sighted, it’s the first time Sergei reads the words on Tucker’s red cap. Make America Great Again. A cloud of birds suddenly swoops close to the roof and scatters overhead. They gathers again into cloud formation and disappears over the ridge. Sergei sits back on his butt, seeing Tucker in a different light. “Really, man?” Sergei asks. “Fuck yeah. Trump that bitch, yo.” Tucker hears the disapproval, takes off his cap, reaches in the pocket of his shorts and takes out a black hair band. His face is impassive. He twists a pony tail, sticks the band over it, and puts the cap back on. He looks down at Sergei, asks, “You think owner-man would mind if I use his shower before I take off?” Sergei thinks about it. “You have towel?" he asks. Tucker nods. "You lock up afterward, okay?” “Da,” Tucker mocks his accent with a smirk and a wink. He knows what works on Sergei. At the lip of the roof Sergei's his younger brother Alexei—or Alex, as he insists now that he’s married a pretty American girl—pops his blond head up. He scans the two figures at the rooftop, tilts his head down slightly, raises his eyebrows, opens his eyes wide, and swears, “What the fuck? You guys aren’t done?” He eyes Tucker guardedly seeing how Sergei is eyeing him, or specifically—he knows his brother weakness—is trying not to eye him. “Come on, man. I told you I want to knock off early. Cindy wants to go to her parents' house and show off the baby. Sergei, she wants you to come too.” Tucker says, “Fifteen, twenty minutes, bro. Right, boss-man?” “Da,” says Sergei, spreading his legs out, straddling the roof, and hammers down another ridge shingle. Alex disappears down the ladder, while Tucker inches over to his last course of shingles. Squats. He’s maybe a foot away. Sergei stills smells him. It’s not lost on him that Tucker’s crouch exposes more than an inch of his crack. In fact, in the bright sunlight streaming down his spine, Sergei sees the brown swirl of butt hair blooming out of Tucker’s waistband. He even sees the parted canyon of entangled hair that disappears down into darkness. He follows a trickle of sweat traveling like a rollercoaster that falls into the canyon. He's staring again. This close, looking up at Tucker’s billowed back spread like a sail, he can’t tell if the tribal ink covering his back is supposed to be wings of an angel or wings of a bat. Tucker shuffles up another inch closer to attack a nail at mid-shingle. He’s close enough to see beads of sweat perched on the swirls of crack hair. He loves his brother but he feels trapped in his life. However crisply in focus the glistening beads inches away, tonight, and most likely forever, they’re out of reach. 2. The Closet Sergei and Alex putt-putt down the street in their nondescript coup. Sad! Tucker Broderick takes his day pack from the bed of his truck and walks to the house. It's weird, this house, you gotta admit that. He looks up at the scattershot pink structure, at its many angles and levels. Nothing straight about it, especially the owner, Alex had told him. Ground level's the one-car garage. The green door accordions sideways. A staircase to the left leads up the steep cliff to a stone landing where there's a glimpse of downtown Los Angeles. Mostly, though, the landing looks out to the flatlands of South Central. The front door is thick and arched, probably the original mahogany from the 1920s. A caged peephole and ironwork hinges so ornate he's surprised someone hasn't stolen it decades ago. Terracotta pottery with bougainvillea surround the stone landing. Large palms overhang making the area, even though it's still in the nineties, feel shaded and cool. The inside entrance is small but with the arched picture window above the garage expands the view to the hills of Hollywood and makes it feel larger than it is. French doors to the left are curtained and hide a staircase that leads to the main floor. Why cover the staircase? Seems bizarre. Lots of wallpaper on this floor. Printed bougainvillea and palm fronds again. Tucker hates coordination. Reminds him too much of mother. You might miss it but under the stairway a glass nob opens a camouflaged closet wallpapered over. A table stands in front of the railing with a glass bowl filled with loose change and keys. The stairway is not grand but nicely refurbished. He and Sergei had toured the house looking for the bathroom once before. He remembered there were many staircases, some leading to just one room. Yeah, weird like that. It was like someone one day woke up with a bright idea and added another room on a whim. That's how the house was. No real design, just a collection of whims. He remembers you go back to the master bedroom on the main floor to find the bathroom. He's taking his time today, though. He doesn't have real plans. No one's waiting for him. Here's the dining room on the main floor landing, a large kitchen is in back. He strolls through the kitchen, opens an ancient fridge to see what's cold. Milk, a half-filled bottle of Pinot Grigio, no beer. He picks up the wine, recognizes it as a decent label from a very old year. Uncorks it and chugs down half the content before he tastes that it's terribly bitter. Must have turned. Goes to the sink and bends over to sip from the faucet trying to get the bad taste out of his mouth. Back out in the dining room there's a small room to the left. It has an arched window that opens to a balcony, which overlooks the stone landing. Wallpaper in here is of large Chinese lanterns. There's a old oak desk in the middle facing the window. He peaks in a drawer. There's several manila folders. He pulls out one. Yellowed photographs of naked boys and men. None handsome but tough, some almost sinister. They look like derelicts, homeless men and boys, naked on mattresses passed out, drunk, drugged, under overpasses, in flophouses, a few which look like this room, same desk chair. He puts it back and closes the drawer. The house is silent except for a clock ticking somewhere. The opposite side of the dining room is the master bedroom and through it is the master bath. He looks up seeing dust play through sunlight from the great room upstairs. He wants to see the sunset. A set of stairs perpendicular to the dining room leads up to the great room. Not large but its double height ceiling gives the feeling of vastness. From here he overlooks the dining room, the silk table runner, two ornate candelabras, the dark painting of bulls on the wall. Three stories above street, he looks out to the city. The height clears the low canyons and expands out to see the city basin. You see the sailboats coming back into the marina for the night, a tanker trolls off the coast of South Bay beaches, Palos Verdes where he lives with his parents in the detached studio above the garage, all the way over to Long Beach with its oil rigs that dot the coastline. It's a rare day in L.A. when you see this much. The sun's still far from setting but there's the beginning of pink tinge in the sky. A ribbon of yellow follows the sun across the water. He figures it'll set in another hour. He'd like to be on the freeway by then. Opposite the window is a huge fireplace, not that one's ever needed in L.A. In front of it sits a couch. He flops down and kicks his sneakers up on a large coffee table. There's a silver tray with crystal glasses and two decanters, one clear, one brown. He picks up the dark one and smells very oaky scotch, pours himself a good amount in one of the crystals. Looks out to the city, toasts himself. He grabs his crotch for no discernible reason but simply because it feels good. He takes another sip, feels it burn his lips, tongue, throat, and then his belly. He's feeling exceptionally good and he's getting hard. He's inclined, against his better judgment, to whip out his hefty meat and beat off right there on a stranger's couch. A gong from a clock strikes the half hour. He swigs the rest of the glass and sets it back on the tray. He hops down the staircase and back to master bathroom. Palos Verdes where he grew up is filthy rich, but this bathroom he recognizes as old wealth; wealth from when L.A. was new. All original fixtures. Spacious. Pair of white porcelain faucets that read Hot and Cold at the sink, white tiles with a stripe of mint green at chest height. Hand-laid hexagon tiles in elaborate patterns cover the floor. The toilet's metal and huge, flushes with a pull chain atop a tank that sits at head height. It had been a long day. He lets his shorts fall to the floor and steps out of his shoes, puts his backpack on the counter. He opens the toilet lid. He's semi-rigid so he needs to carefully aims his piss over his P.A. He tilts over so it's aimed straight down, not splashing in random streams. He gushes powerfully for a few solid minutes, relishing the release and enjoying the loud noise it's making in the bowel. He shakes his dick a few times and goes back to the mirror. He pulls the band off his ponytail, shakes out his mane, and stuffs the band in his pack's front zipper. He's tempted to use one of the big white plush monogrammed towels on the rack. SM, reads the monogram. Funny. Instead, he takes out a small terrycloth beach towel he grabbed from home and flops it over the glass shower stall. He peers down and notices a lower drawer partially open. There's something flesh colored inside. He opened it up and finds a cone-shaped piece of rubber that then tapers down to a slab of pink rubber the size of a quarter. He's heard of butt plugs but never seen one up close. By all rights he should be grossed out but he isn't; mostly he's curious. He picks it up and feels its heft and density, where it gives, where it's rigid. It's pretty big. So fags put these up their butts? Why would you do that? He puts it back in the open drawer and rinses his hands. He gets in the shower and picks up a hanging metal hose. He gets what the nozzle's for and let it drop. He turns on the faucet and water spouts out the hose in a spray that makes the hose dance and clang around the stall. He reached up and turns a nob connected to the wall pipe that makes water run through the showerhead. He rinses the day off him. The spray feels like rain and the splatter echoes across the tiled room. He soaps his pits, his butt, his pubes. His got a full eight inch erection and it's soaped and ready to go. He gives it a couple of whacks, then holds his balls and starts getting into it. First he thinks of tits, huge tits swinging, wet and bouncy. Pussies pushed open showing pink and red. But then there's an image of the derelict man on a mattress under an overpass, his prison tattoos, a lewd pose showing off his dirty holes, another picture of a filthy boy reading a girlie magazine, cum on his stomachs. He's edging. He switches his mind to cunts he's fucked, sloppy twats, dry tight virgins, but they're pushed out, he's edging more when he feels the density of the buttplug, knowing it's been up someone's asshole, what that must feel like. He spurts hard and spurts hard again, right across the shower stall. A big wad of cum's running down the glass. He shakes and steadies his knees. He strokes himself a few times more. He contracts with each stroke. Then polishing his nob hurts and he stops. There's a bottle of shampoo on the floor. He picks it up and smells it approvingly. He rinses off his hands and lathers his head, massages his scalp, and then rinses his head back with the sensual streams running through his hair. Some soap gets in his eyes and he turns around and lets the water wash over his face. He rubs his sockets and floods his face with water. His body loosens; the soot, the sun, wash away until he's fully relaxed, freshly jacked and ready to head home. His dick's still hard. He shuts off the water. He clicks open the gold handled door and wipes himself with his beach towel. The owner's hairdryer sits next to his pack on the counter. He sets it on high, brushing out his hair with his fingers. Straight, parted in the middle, feathered to perfection—he's satisfied. His dick's still hard, which is increasingly weird, but looking at himself in the mirror he looks pretty hot. He thinks about taking a selfie. Nah, instead goes for his jeans and tee-shirt in his backpack. It's empty. He opens a back compartment. Also empty. He looks on the floor for his shorts. Missing. He's being punked. He put his knuckles on the counter. "Hey!" he shouts, echoing against the tile. "Cute, bitch! Not funny!" He smacks his hands on the counter. The only thing not missing is his red cap, which he puts on. He tries wrapping the towel around his waist but it comes up short. He goes out naked looking for the thief. He darts through the master bedroom into the dining room. Dusk's approaching and the wooden floorboards creak hollowly. Only thing he hears is tick-tock. "Hello?" he calls up to the living room before bounding up the stairs. The sunset has gone from pink to red, the sun a few inches above the water. He looks out to see if there's a car outside. The driveway's deserted. It's possible someone had parked in the garage but he isn't going out in his mini towel to find out. He thinks maybe he can borrow something in the owner's closet. He'd bring it back on Monday. And why won't his dick go down? The bedroom's in the back part of the house close to the hillside. It's cavernous and dark in here. He switches on a light which does little to fill the darkness. The light's maybe forty watts and the room's paneled in rich mahogany, which easily drinks up the wattage. The bed's enormous with pillars on each corners. Large eyehooks where the mattress meet the bedposts. He isn't liking this much at all. He finds the closet secreted within the wood panel. He opens it up and finds a shadowy gloom. He can't see a thing inside but senses it goes in really deep. He reached around the door looking for a switch and finds none. He enters cautiously raising his hand in the air hoping to find a light cord. A few feet in and he's still searching. It's probably the biggest walk-in he's ever seen—or not seen. About eight feet in his hand hits a small piece of chain. He tugs it and the closet bursts with a harsh light. Surrounding him is an enormous collection of leather jackets; beneath hang leather pants, some with, some without crotches; a row of various height boots stack against the back wall; above them a row of caps, a second shelf of masks, some with zippers for eyes and mouth, and a few gas masks; opposite the jackets are harnesses and vests, also some rubber shorts and tops, one piece is shiny rubber that would encase you from head to feet with only a few holes at your mouth and one hole for a dick. From the size of the jackets and pants he figures it fits someone tall and either extremely fat or exceedingly muscular. Neither he wants to meet. He turns around to leave but someone's blocking his way. He jumps back only to realize it's a full length mirror on the door that shut while he's been looking around. He wedges the door open and lets the light spill into the room. There's a dresser where he should find something, underwear, shorts, a sweater, something that will get him to his truck and out of here. In the first drawer he finds handcuffs and wrist restraints. A second drawer is full of rope and bandages. He started to get panicked and rifles through drawers several at a time. Blindfolds, ball gags, leg restraints, studded arm bands, cock rings, long metal rods, medical instruments that he can't even begin to think what they're for, jars of lube, a drawer filled with large and extra large dildoes, a box of small brown vials. The vials are slimy and smell off-putting. In fact the whole room has a stale scent of grease. Now that there's more light he can see the bed is covered by a large rubber sheet and streaked with grease. Art on the wall is of men with exaggerated nipples and massive cocks, fisting, fucking, and pissing on each other. They're signed Tom. The entire ceiling's mirrored. He sees himself on the ceiling looking down at himself, naked, cock still amazingly erect. Also reflected, taking up the entire doorway, a bearded leatherman smacking his palm with a nightstick.

This story is slightly true, somewhat fictional, and not at all an endorsement of good or bad decision-making. There used to be a website called Bareback City and I was there all the time...reading, browsing, beating off. You know. I once found this guy who was my age (mid-30's) and was a poz top -- only about twenty blocks from me. I'll call him "Lee" . Turns out he was not only was HIV positive, but had advanced to full-blown AIDS. I found that out when we chatted on cam and I was amazed at how thin and muscular he looked. Yes, he was thin, but the musculature that I thought I was seeing was only because his body was wasted down to nothing but a frame around the basic organs, bones and muscles nature gives all humans. I could have shut the window and blocked his email. I could have turned back. But then, still on cam, he fished a giant, slimy dick out of his shorts and bragged about only being able to wear Magnums. Well I didn't go back. I wanted to touch it and suck it. but wasn't sure I'd let it near my neg ass. We agreed to meet for dinner at a local pub. I had no desire for food, but knew I'd need a drink or two to calm down. Lee was even thinner and taller than he looked on camera. I watched as he wolfed down an entire cheeseburger in under a minute. I kept pounding back beers and having so many thoughts. Too many. You know how when your brain gets overcrowded with stuff and you just act on auto-pilot? That was me. So I wasn't really thinking when he offered to drive me back to his house in his red Miata. We walked out of the pub om that warm July night and I saw my car, parked innocently in front of the lights of wedding store next door. I could have just made a quick right and driven myself home. I could gone back. But Lee drove me back to his place with the top down and Pet Shop Boys blasting on the stereo. His neighborhood was way nicer than I expected and his house was beautiful. I'd never asked what he did for a living because, for some reason, I always thought that was a rude question to ask someone you barely know. He led me through the door and immediately kicked off his sandals and stripped down to nothing but his long, super-skinny nakedness. That dick was just as massive as I saw that time on cam, and it was growing as he groped it. I must looked scared and nervous because he immediately produced a joint, lit it and handed it to me with the words "It's fortified -- go slow". I was so stupid back then that I thought he meant it had B-12 vitamins or something like that in it. So I inhaled and blew beautiful clouds and the next thing I knew I was stripping down as well. That's when he suggested we go out to his patio and sit in the hot tub. I had a cold bottle of beer in my hand that I don't remember having before. Whatever. Fine. I followed Lee through the sliding glass doors as he situated himself in the bubbling, glowing blue water. I didn't know anything hot tub protocol so I sat directly across from him, sipping my mysterious beer.\ I think I remember us talking about the nice Summer weather and how beautiful the stars looked. Lee's voice sounded like a movie idol's. Deep, soft and so,so seductive. Then he stretched one of his feet out and pinched my right nipple. I grasped the foot and rubbed it. Lee had the longest, skinniest feet I'd ever seen. And then his toes were in my mouth. What the hell was I doing??? He moaned with pleasure and put the the other foot up on my neck. I massaged it and put those toes in my mouth as well. I had the faintest thought that I wasn't myself at that moment., but the warm bubbles gurgled my doubts away. Eventually I noticed this giant erection poking out of the water like a periscope. That's where my mouth went next. More moaning. After an amount of time I couldn't estimate then or now, we decided to get out of the tub. \What happened to that beer I had? Lee had forgotten to bring towels and went running back inside to get them. his huge dick bobbing all the way. I got out and stood naked on the concrete patio. A breeze hit my nude body and a brief minute of reality came back to me. This wasn't a good idea. None of this had been smart. I could go back inside, grab my jeans and shoes and sprinted home to my safe life. I could have. I could have turned back. Right then though, Lee walked back out with an over-sized green towel wrapped around him. Except for his stick-thin legs, he looked like a normal dude. He handed me another green towel and I was grateful for its shaggy warmth. He also had another lit joint that he offered and I accepted. Was it also "fortified"? No idea. It was a short walk back to his lush,massive bedroom. It was so perfect and seductively lit that I knew I was just one of many men who had been brought here. For a slight man, Lee had no problem overpowering me and pinning me on my back. He let me have one more puff of the fortified joint and then it was gone. Where did it go? Did he put it out safely? I was wondering all this when his penetrated my ass with his outrageously large dick. No Magnums or any other kind of condoms were used that I was aware of. The pain was real and unreal at the same time. For whatever reason, I couldn't quite tell you what "real" was. Before I could figure out what I was feeling, Lee's pumping had quickened in pace and effort. I do remember looking up at his face and was trying to say something when he let out a long, loud moan that I was sure could be heard by the whole neighborhood. He was sweating like a farm animal and I could feel salty drops from his forehead fall on my lips. Lee didn't ask me to leave, but it was implied by his quick descent into sleep and snores. I dressed and walked back to my car at the pub, feeling my ass burn and leak a little. I had so many thoughts and conflicts happening in my head. The first and last one were "I could have gone back".

Most of the details in this story were relayed to me through a chat buddy. I doubt it's true, but I'd like to pretend it is. When I first moved to the city in a different state from a hick town in Kansas, I didn't have much money. I needed an address so I could put out my resume and interview for jobs I rented a studio apartment in a crappy part of midtown. It was a beautiful old building but the interior looked like hell. We're talking walls that had not been painted since the early 70's, dirty carpeting and the slowest elevator in the universe. It smelled like a combination of curry and mold. Not Park Avenue by a long shot. The only somewhat positive thing about it were my neighbors on the sixth floor. They were an interesting mix and mostly friendly. There was Jodi, a 20-something stripper at 'The Pink Garter' - a club right down the street. She always had weed so we bonded right away. She confessed that she had several boyfriends who paid her rent, bills, etc. And then there was the beautiful, young ballet dancer who was always in tights and could't take a single step without stretching or strutting on his toes. At the very end of the hall was a guy who was always carrying electronic equipment in and out of the elevator. I'll always remember him, hauling car stereos down to his place, cords and plugs trailing behind him. Most of all I can never forget Alex. Alex. Remember I was just a dumb-ass from the Midwest and I'd never seen a dude who wore wigs and makeup. I he wasn't quite a girl and certainly not a man. After we got to know each other a little, he told me "I'm not a girl or a boy -- I'm a sissyfag". He was also a serious drug addict. He did meth pretty much all day and then disappeared at night. He kept offering me a puffs from his grody glass pipe, but I always declined. I already had issues with weed and alcohol and didn't want to further add to my own decline. I didn't visit Alex often, but at some point we exchanged email addresses and he flooded my inbox with messages that were mostly nonsensical. I usually deleted them without reading even half of what he'd typed. One thing I noticed was that his screen name ended with '99'. He'd never mentioned anything about the occult or Sarah Palin so I questioned him about it the next time I saw him. He was unusually sober and lucid at the time and led me by the arm to his shitty place that was even smaller than my studio apartment. He kept looking over his shoulder and darting his eyes back and forth. He told me a tale that I'll tell you now as if he were writing it: "I didn't have any jobs that day and was running low on my "medicine". I was bored and horny as fuck. So I went on Craig's List and answered an ad from some guy that said he liked cross dressers. I'm NOT a cross dresser, okay? I'm a sissyfag. There's a difference. But I could tell he was a freak so I answered the ad and gave him my address...my address HERE. I was prepared to be let down because CL has always been a bust for me. But hours later, there was a knock on my door. I was in a wig, bra and panties -- in full makeup of course. I opened the door and saw a beautiful, buff blonde frat dude. I felt so hideous in comparison to this Adonis, but summoned my sissyfag will to invite him in. I was prepared to make a bit of small talk and offer him a beer, but he just grabbed me forced me down to the floor eight away. He peeled off his t-shirt, jeans and sandals and got on top of me. He didn't take off my panties so much as he ripped them with no real effort on his part. He bent his head down and kissed me so hard. His tongue snaked its way into my mouth and it tasted like a lead pencil. It was a powerful tongue and seemed to expand in my mouth as he swirled it around. I thought I'd missed something because suddenly his dick was in my throat. Did we switch up all the sudden? No. His tongue had become a cock, I swear. As I was doubting my own sanity, he pulled off my face and, yes, there was a huge, weird-shaped cock jutting proudly out of his mouth. He waved it in front of my eyes and I spotted a small stream of precum leaking from the head -- and it was black. Black precum, I swear. As I tried to make sense of everything, he plunged it back in my mouth and it grew. And grew. It went all the way down to stomach and I was unable to breathe. He must have shot it there because I could feel him shake and hear his groans. I felt nauseous, and my throat and chest ached so bad. I propped myself up on my elbows and gasped for air. I saw him standing naked over me, and, I swear, his body grew bigger and bulkier. Right before my eyes. And here's the craziest part -- his dick had become TWO dicks. I know you don't believe me, but it's true. They were long and fat and twisting around each other like two pythons in love. It gets a little hazy here, but the next thing I knew those two snakes were inside my ass. I'm not tight or anything but this fuck was intensely painful. It might have lasted for hours because it was sunset when he finally came. I could feel it dripping out of my hole. He was already dressed when I finally stood up. There was black, bubbling sperm pooled on the carpet -- like somebody had spilled hot motor oil. He looked fairly normal again and demanded that I walk him back to his car. I was afraid to refuse. I was naked from the waist down and still in a bra & wig. I obliged and escorted him down to his expensive-looking car which was luckily very close to the entrance. He didn't say a word. Just drove off. I was exhausted and sore and really felt the need to throw up. And I did. For a good hour. I lied on my mattress and shivered violently. I had a fever all night and had bizarre nightmares/hallucinations about scary birds. I was sick the whole week with what felt like a super flu or something. After a week, I could crawl to the sink for some water. It was another 48 hours before I could stand, and another day before I could walk. Now I'm super skinny and none of my sissyfag clothes fit anymore. I'm sick as hell every other day, but still can't help but think of that guy/creature from Craig's List. I never could find him there again. So I started haunting Satanic chat rooms and asking online strangers if they'd experienced anything like I had. Nobody would talk with me so I added '99' to my screen name and tried again. Nothing really came of my quest even then. There's a bit more to tell, but I need to go puke again. "

Part 5 There was a loud knock at the door just after Bill and Jason finished double dosing my honey’s used cunt with their poz loads. I looked through the peephole and saw 3 black guys standing in the hall. I opened the door and they came in. Seeing the 3 naked men on the bed, one of them said, “I guess we’re in the right place for that ad”. “Glad you could make it,” I told him. I introduced myself and the one who’d already spoke said, “I’m Tony and this is Kevin and Brad” pointing to the other 2 who were already stripping. Tony was watching Bill and Jason untangle themselves after double fucking Aaron as he undressed. “I see we just missed a double fuck. Think your boy would be up for another?” he asked. Before I could reply, Aaron piped up, “Sure, why the fuck not.” I looked at the clock and figured as late as it was, this would be the last ones for the night. Might as well finish up the night on a high note. By now, Bill and Jason were standing over with us and all 3 of us looked at the 3 new guys. All 3 were in good shape. They all had big cocks and were all hard, but Tony’s was way beyond your stereotypical “big black cock”. He was a good 10 inches at least and I doubted I could get my fingers all the way around it. Plus the head of his cock was as big as a small apple. Kevin and Brad looked to be around 8 inches, both nice thicknesses, although Brad’s looked to be the thicker of the 2. “Since there are 3 of you, how do you want to do this?” I asked. “Normally, I have the bottom sit on my cock and the other guys will each take a turn being the 2nd cock” Tony replied. “We do this a lot and it usually works out ok doing it that way”. Bill and Jason both asked if it would be ok to stay and watch. Even though they’d both just came, they were starting to get hard again at the thought of all those huge black poz cocks tearing up Aaron’s hole even more. “Of course,” I told them. “Maybe after watching all this action, you’ll both get worked up enough to jack off on Aaron before we call it a night”. This got their cocks even harder. I turned back to Tony, who seemed to be the leader and spokesperson for our 3 black studs. “Ya’ll are poz, right?” Kevin and Brad both got big grins on their faces and nodded as Tony elaborated. “Fuck yeah; all 3 of us are unmedicated with extremely high viral loads. Like I said before, we do this a lot”. This was definitely the way to end an evening of converting the love of my life to poz. Tony walked to the end of the bed with Brad and Kevin on either side of him. He looked at Aaron, “Think you can handle sucking on this for a bit?” Not even replying, Aaron got on his hands and knees facing the enormous poz black cock and stretched his mouth open wide. He managed to get the massive cockhead and a few inches of the cock in and started nursing on it. Tony had each arm around Kevin and Brad and they were taking turns deep kissing him. Bill, Jason, and I were standing at the side of the bed, watching, and slowly stroking our cocks. Aaron took his mouth off the cock and started licking up and down the thick shaft. I was right in my guesstimate; his hand wouldn’t fit all the way around the shaft. If he hadn’t had so many cocks already stretching out his cunt, I honestly think it would have ripped his hole. I had to stop thinking about that because I was getting way horny. Tony broke off the passionate kissing and pulled his cock away from Aaron. He lay on the bed on his back with his legs off the end of the bed and his feet on the floor. He looked at Aaron and said, “Ok, get my poz babymaker good and lubed up. You’re going to need it”. I handed him one of the bottles of lube and he liberally greased up the black horse cock. He didn’t need any lube on his hole as it was so full of poisonous cum, it was started to ooze out and run down his crack. Aaron started to straddle Tony and he said, “Let my boys help you with that”. The 2 buff black men got on either side of their friend and picked Aaron up, cradling him in their arms. Tony held his giant poz cock still as his boys lowered Aaron until the giant cockhead met the gaping open, used pussy. He rubbed the head back and forth, slightly pushing a little into the wide open hole, and signaled the 2 men. They started lowering Aaron onto the giant cock, allowing his weight to force the cockhead inside him. “OH FUUUUUCK!” Aaron moaned as it slowly entered him. Once the head was in; they continued to lower him, letting his weight force more and more inside him. “GODDAMN, that’s thick!” Aaron moaned as he slid further and further down on the black horse cock. They reached a point where he no longer slid down any further, even though there were a few inches left. They removed their hands, allowing him to be fully sitting astride the cock for the first time. Brad leaned in and started kissing Aaron, shoving his tongue down his throat, and playing with his cock while Kevin stood up, put his hands on Aaron’s shoulders, and slowly started pushing him down the rest of the way on Tony’s huge cock. You could hear Aaron groan loudly while kissing Brad, but he never broke contact. When his severely stretched out pussy lips finally met Tony’s kinky pubes, he yelped, “UNGH!”. Brad leaned back and looked Aaron in the face asking, “You doing ok stud?”. “I’ve never been so full, so stretched out before by just 1 cock. This is beyond amazing! Even after all the fucking I’ve had tonight, it hurts, but it hurts so goddamn good!” Brad started running his hands all over Aaron, pinching his nipples and playing with his cock while Kevin took over kissing him. Tony lay still, letting Aaron adjust. Before too long, all the stimulation started really getting to Aaron and he started moving back and forth on the giant poz horse cock. He was definitely adjusting. I’m sure the double fuck he’d just gotten helped a lot. Tony grabbed Aaron’s hips and started some easy thrusting in and out. As he continued thrusting, Aaron got situated so he could start fucking himself more and more on the poz cock that was filling him up. This went on for several minutes with Brad and Kevin keeping my slut occupied with their tongues, hands, and fingers. Soon, Tony had Aaron lie back on his stomach and chest. Bill and Jason decided to get in on the act and each took one of Aaron’s legs, keeping them spread wide open, just like his used cunt. It was such a fucking turn on to see so much black poz cock in his hole. Since Kevin’s cock was not quite as thick as Brad’s, he got down between Aaron’s spread legs and started licking and slobbering all over and around the giant cock and the used pussy. Then he lubed up his fingers and started trying to get a couple in alongside the cock. Aaron groaned loudly as his violated asshole was being stretched even further. I got on the bed next to Aaron and Tony and started kissing Aaron deeply and passionately. Kevin kept working his fingers slowly and steadily until he had four fingers in alongside the huge black cock. Aaron’s moaning was constant now, which turned me on since he was moaning into my mouth as we kissed. Kevin used his other hand to lube up his thick cock and as he pulled his fingers out, he immediately shoved the head slowly in. “UNGH!!!” Aaron cried out as the head slipped in. Kevin held still and let him adjust. I pulled back from Aaron to look at him and make sure he was ok. There was a grimace on his face, but he looked at me and said, “Just give me a minute, I want it”. I leaned down to his ear and whispered, “My God I love you!”, and went back to kissing him. Bill and Jason were still holding his legs and running their hands up and down them and Brad was still running his hands all over Aaron’s chest and stomach. Between all of that and the kissing, he finally adjusted and motioned with his hand for Kevin to start fucking more of his cock in. He pushed in a little, slowly, and Aaron just moaned, so he pulled out a little and pushed more in. All the physical stimulation he was getting plus the passionate making out we were doing had kicked my lover’s horniness into over drive. Even though he was almost over full of big black poz cock, he started bucking his hips, fucking himself on the poz fuck sticks. Everyone in the room was getting massively turned on. Kevin finally was able to get balls deep inside the ruined asshole. He held still for a minute, then he and Tony started their in and out fuck motions together. Aaron’s moans got louder and louder, despite being muffled by my kissing mouth. Every cock in the room was rock hard. I couldn’t help but think, if it’s this intense when Kevin and Tony fuck him, what’s it gonna be like when Brad gets his thicker cock in his used cunt. Apparently, the extreme tightness of my man’s hole was working overtime at getting Tony and Kevin off. They both started picking up speed and were grunting. They both started getting very verbal, “Take that black poz cock”,”Gonna shoot my poison juice in you soon”, ”FUCK, that tight used pussy is getting me close”,”Gonna breed you GOOD”. “I’m about to shoot,” Kevin said and Tony agreed with him,”Me too, gonna infect YOUUUUUUUUU!” Both of them erupted inside Aaron’s used cunt, flooding him with high viral load poz cum. Aaron pulled his lips away from mine and cried out, “GODDAMN, YES YOU POZ FUCKERS, BREED ME!!!” Tony lay there holding still, pumping shot after shot, while Kevin kept fucking, practically bellowing, “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!”. Kevin’s orgasm finally slowed down as did his fucking until he became still and collapsed on Aaron. After a minute to catch his breath, Kevin slowly pulled his still thick cock out of Aaron. A river of poz cum came out right after it. Bill and Jason let go of Aaron’s legs and dove in, licking up all the cum that ran out of the used asshole. “Don’t take all of that,” Brad said, “Poz cum that leaks out of a well fucked ass makes the best lube”. Jason and Brad smiled at each other and took Brad’s right hand, turning it palm up. They both let some of the cum they’d just sucked up run out of their mouths onto the palm of his hand. He smiled right back at them, kissed each one of them, and used the cum to lube up his thick black poz cock. I figured Brad would want to fuck Aaron right away while his hole was so stretched out. And Tony was still rock hard, buried in Aaron’s loose cunt, so he was ready to go for round 2. Bill and Jason once again took hold of Aaron’s legs, keeping them spread while Brad got between them. He reached forward with the hand that wasn’t lubing his cock, pulled Aaron towards him, looked him in the eye, and planted a deep, passionate kiss on his mouth. While locked in that kiss, he positioned his thick black cock, slimy with poz cum, at Aaron’s ruined asshole, and shoved in. Aaron’s eyes flew open, he grabbed hold of Brad, and he cried out in pain. “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH MOTHERFUCK!!!”. Brad kept shoving his cock deeper and deeper into the super stretched out cunt. “Come on stud, you can do it, take our poz cocks. Open up just a little more and let me in”. Tears were running down Aaron’s cheeks, but he held on to Brad and didn’t ask him to stop. I went to Aaron’s side, holding on to him, telling him how much I loved him while Brad kept pumping in and out, slowly pushing more of his thick cock in. “I’m almost there, Baby, just a little more,” Brad told him. Aaron was breathing through clenched teeth, obviously in pain, but only nodded. “Lie back on Tony and try to relax”. I helped Aaron lie back. Tony wrapped his big arms around him while I stroked his hair and his face on one side and Kevin did on the other side. Bill and Jason were still holding his legs while Brad kept fucking his thick poz cock deeper into my boyfriend. “Oh fuck YES!” Brad said once he finally got balls deep. “Baby” he said to Aaron, “with as much cock as you’ve got in your right now, you could easily take 2 fists”. He slowly pulled his cock out til just the head was in and looked down at it. The shaft was covered in bloody cum. There was no way Aaron wasn’t going to convert after this fuck. He looked at me and gave me a wink. That thought made Brad even hornier than he already was. He showed restraint, however, not wanting to tear his hole up more than it already was. Brad slowly pushed all the way back in. Aaron hissed through clenched teeth, but didn’t make any other sound. Brad started a slow, steady pace, fucking his ruined, bloody asshole. He slowly increased the pace and Tony started fucking, too. They both fucked Aaron, burying their huge, black, poz cocks in him again and again. Despite the pain, Aaron showed just how much of a slut he truly was and started fucking back with his torn up hole. I was truly in awe at what was happening. My boyfriend, the love of my life, had taken poz cock after poz cock, taking load after load of cum deep inside him. His hole had been fucked and stretched until it was raw and bleeding, but still he wanted more. Every one of us who wasn’t fucking had a raging hardon. Brad and Tony were both fucking harder and faster and I could tell they were getting close. Again, both fuckers got more verbal as they got closer. “Get ready to take my 2nd load, baby”, “Gonna breed this used up pussy good”, ”These two big black cocks gonna drown you with poz cum”, “Gonna charge your hole up”, “This fuck is definitely going to gift you”. “Here it cums, stud” Brad yelled out as Tony bellowed like a bull, “TAKE MY FUCKING POZ CUM!!!” Both of them started shooting into Aaron, one again flooding his insides with their toxic loads. By this time, he was so tired and sore and exhausted that he just laid there on Tony, his ruined cunt soaking up the poisonous loads. Once he was spent, Brad pulled his deflating cock out and Kevin and I helped lift Aaron off of Tony and lay him on the bed. Everyone in the room had a raging hardon except the two that had just came. I leaned down to Aaron, looking at him with complete love, and said, “One last thing and you’re done for the night. And for this, all you have to do is lay there and enjoy it”. Bill, Jason, Kevin, and I all gathered around Aaron’s stomach and chest and started beating our hard cocks. It didn’t take long after everything we’d just witnessed. One after another, we all shot our loads on Aaron, covering him in poz cum. The look of pleasure on his face was amazing. It was the perfect end to a night of debauchery. It only needed one last thing to make it complete. I scooped up some of the cum from his chest and used it to jack Aaron off. With everything he’d been through that night, he hadn’t cum, so I figured this was the perfect way to have him shoot his last neg load. It didn’t take more than a few strokes with my cum smeared hand for him to shoot the biggest load I’d ever seen him have. All the guys in the room clapped. I made sure we all had each other’s numbers and after they were dressed, they all left. I licked all the cum off my lover, kissed him one last time, and we drifted off.

Part 4: Paying for My Decisions Maybe this will be a warning for some of you. It's taken me a couple of days to put into words what happened, because it's so crazy! So, you probably guessed that Sean came over. And yeah, he found me face-down, ass-up on my bed. It was just a few seconds (or maybe microseconds?) after I heard the door creak over. I felt that dreaded by desired thick cock probe my hole. And then a quick and unexpected jab. Oh fuck! I screamed in surprise. I didn't expect it so hard and quick. Then, he just held it in place. Despite only spending a short time with him the first time, he knew what I liked. That hot wet tongue went straight to my ear. The pain of the jab was replaced with the hot slurping sounds of his tongue in my ear. And, it was almost a reflex, when I yelped, "I wanna get aids!" Sean went to work on my ass. Oh my god, what an onslaught! What the hell was I thinking? After a minute or so of relentless pounding, he told me to thank him for getting aids. Okay, I would have said anything then because the pleasure was beyond describable. But, I was kinda surprised how much more turned on I got when I answered , "Thank you for A ---" ... ah fuck, he pounded me harder, "A --" .. I couldn't quite get it all out because of the rampage his massive cock was having on my hole. I finally made it out, and sounded like I was hiccuping as I replied "Thank you for AIDS!" He paused for a moment and demanded, "Say it again!" I couldn't help but to reply "Thank you for AIDS!" I was rewarded with another furious dicking. And then he stopped again. "How much do you want it?" he asked me. I didn't hesitate and didn't want him to pause any longer "I want it so fucking bad!" I nearly cried. "How much?" Sean said again, not seeming satisfied with the answer. I didn't know what he wanted to say. He clarified, "How much cash do you have right now?" Uggh . why was he pausing? He must have know how much I needed it. "LIke forty dollars, I think." I managed to guess. "Good, you're gonna give that to me," Sean insisted as he put his cock back into me. "Yes!" was my only answer. Sean was growing quite satisfied and I was more than excited as he pumped his cock deep into me. "You're such a whore, you are paying for aids," Sean said triumphantly. "Yes!" I was trying not to squeal in pleasure, "I'm paying you for aids!" I was in disbelief at what I was saying, but strangely turned on. Sean knew I would say or do anything for his dick. I was completely under his control now and he knew it. And I didn't care. His strokes were now quicker and stronger, He felt impossibly deep inside me; and I could tell from his breathing he was close to coming. "Ready for more aids cum?" Sean asked. There was only one clear answer, " Fuck yes! I wanna get aids!" Within a few seconds, he pounded me nearly into unconsciousness. I felt the erupting. I knew I was getting more aids cum and my dick turned into a faucet as I felt him fill unload deep inside me. Whether it was because of shock or pure exhaustion, I passed out. When I finally awoke a few hours later, I looked to my nightstand and saw my wallet opened and turned upside down. I grabbed it and looked it. Shit, I really paid for it.

Those of you who have read my other stories have met my girlfriend in them. You know she's beautiful, hiv positive, a flithy pervert and the very definition of the perfect girlfriend, 'good, giving, and game'. She treats me really well, and I do my level best to ensure I do the same for her, but her most recent requested adventure was one of the most difficult and ultimately incredible sexual exploits I have ever been involved in. It all started when I told her about how, until some time last year, I had a habit of once a month going to Steamworks Vancouver for a PNP session with one or two party tops I know. After my wife found out about it, and divorced me, I stopped doing it as frequently, and since entering into my relationship with her, I haven't had any anon sex at all outside of what we have done together. I have decided not to make the same mistakes I made in my marriage, with my new GF, and it's actually been pretty easy. She's very open and accepting, and we have a very trusting relationship despite how short a time we have been dating. She asked for all the sexy details, and much fun was had by both of us as I told her the stories and we fooled around. One result of this conversation was the set of chapters about my ex-wife and her sensory deprivation blindfold gangbang, another result was the adventure we went on last saturday night. As always, a few key elements that don't affect the plot, but which do prevent us or our partners from being doxxed have been made. The events described occurred just as told, though, at least as well as a couple of seriously partied up sluts can remember coherently. Basically, my girlfriend wanted to get into the bathhouse with me, and watch as I played the cumdump for an evening. She also wanted to meet my two top friends, Mr Silver and Mr Black, and maybe get into some trouble with all four of us if possible. Now, I would imagine most of our readers have never been to Steamworks Vancouver, but it's a really nice Bath house. It's also well attended by a lot of hot guys, but unlike other baths I have never seen any CDs or transwomen, or even transmen there. I went on their website, and did some googling. I found out that their policy explicitly says that anyone who identifies as male is welcome, although they do expect trans women and CDs to dress in a more masculine fashion. So I knew that at least there was a *chance* of arranging this. Problem is, my girlfriend is a stunningly beautiful woman. I wasn't sure how easy it was going to be to conceal her extremely female nature. She told me to relax, and that she would handle the disguise. I shouldn't have worried. I got on the phone to my top friends to see what I could arrange, and she disappeared into her bedroom. Soon to be 'our bedroom', by the way, when my lease is up. Yeah, we're moving in together 'Mr Black!', over the phone he was a little out of breath,'Catch you at a bad time?' 'Nope, just finishing up at the gym, good to hear from you!' I explained our little project and I could practically hear his broad grin over the phone, 'Where the hell do you find these incredible little sluts? I am in for sure, and if you want, I can bring some pharmaceutical T for the party. My G connection is no good these days though...' 'No problem,' I replied, and we figured out how much T we would want for us, agreed on a price, and a date. 'I still have a great G hookup through that girl I know. You bring the T and the infrastructure, I will bring the G, and we can sort out who owes what in a couple days.' We settled on the next saturday evening as out date, and I got on the phone to Mr Silver. 'Mr Silver! I have an unconventional adventure happening this Saturday and would love it if you could come!' I explained in detail, and as with Mr Black, Silver was amazed by my constant ability to find the wildest women in Vancouver and make them mine. He quickly agreed to the time and date, said he wold look into sourcing some quality cocks, and of course bring some party treats of his own to share. Silver is one of the only other people I know who buys MDMA directly from my connection, who manufactures it herself and gives it to me absolutely pure. 'See you there on saturday,' Silver said, and rang off. I made a call to my G dealer, and arranged to pick up a litre (I always buy in bulk, usually one or two litres every 3 or 4 months.) She's a little pricier than some, but I've never caught her watering it down, which is worth it to me. Besides, she's cute as hell, gives great head, and is usually more than willing to seal a transaction with a quick hard fuck. My kind of drug dealer. As I got off the phone, a tall slender twink walked out of my girlfriends bedroom. I stared in disbelief. Wearing a trucker hat, a plaid shirt, and some baggy jeans, my girlfriend had morphed into the kind of tight-assed teenaged barely legal chicken that was going to have all the tops in the sauna panting. Her face looked subtly masculine, there was even a hint of beard stubble. The paint was gone from her nails, her eyebrows had been thickened. I jumped up and kissed her, then flipped her away from me, and bent her over the kitchen table. My hands yanked her jeans down, and I dropped to tongue her asshole. 'Aren't you a handsome young man, I said between licks, as I fumbled at my belt. I grabbed the lube sitting on the table, and slathered it on her asshole, and without ceremony rammed it straight into her asshole. She gasped, and in an artificially low voice began that cliche masculine 'yeah man, oh yeah man, fuck me with that big cock man' chant you see in all the movies. It was so hot, I had never thought to role play with her as a dude! She began slamming back at me, then grunted in manly tones as she came, then begged me for my load in 'her tight teen ass'. I groaned and filled her/him. I pulled out, spun her around, and said 'Yeah, you'll pass...'

I have a regular bud, a great guy, with a BBC, which, though we've not measured, must be about 10 or more. He fucks like a champ, goes real deep, and always gets past my second ring, which is where he unloads - and where I want it. It's awesome every time, and I drip pre-cum for hours knowing that I'm going to get that big big dick deep in my guts, and that's where he's going to leave his seed. A day or two later, I go for my longest dildo - about 12 inches, just to get a similar experience with my second ring. Not the same, but still like no 'ordinary' fuck (nothing wrong with those, but getting past that second sphincter drives me crazy). Wondered about other guys' experience with their second ring?

It had only been a month since my last breeding, but the guys with whom I have had a couple of rounds were not available and my desire for cum has become a constant craving. There is something extremely thrilling and satisfying to be opened up by a man and feeling him unleash his desire inside me. It is so natural, primal and satisfying. With this ache in me I was determined to wade through the flakes and time wasters of the internet sites and find what I needed. The advertisement that caught my eye read "Masculine, dominant bi-total black top, discreet and looking 4 nasty submissive cum loving bottom, bottom must be height weight proportionate and love to service dic. Must be willing to suc cock to completion or take loads up your Cum living hole. I will be rough. Aggressive, no nonsense top who loves eating tight azz/pussy, fucking and droppinnut." I am a sucker for dominant black top guys. I am also aware I'm a typical white bottom in this context, and that for every BBC top there are droves of white bottoms from whom to choose, but hey, the first guy who bred me was a black guy with a cock so awesome he made me cum just by fucking me, so as far as I was concerned the die had been cast: even with the odds against me, I reached out to him offering up a willing, submissive, bi total bottom who would take his load wherever he wanted. And I waited. Waitied, and waited and waited. I could see he had read my response to his advertisement, but there was no reply. Part of me assumed he had chosen a different guy from what was undoubtedly a large number of better offers. It also occurred to me that perhaps I simply wasn't his type, but whatever the case, I was horny as hell and was going to fight like the third monkey on the ramp to the ark. I send another message describing how much I loved getting fucked and bred, selecting a passage I had posted on this site, and to which numerous guys had given me positive feedback, figuring I should use my strengths to get what I wanted. However, still there was no reply. So I added an element of convenience, providing him with my text number, letting him know I was mobile and already prepared. Still no response. I then sent him a message apologizing for sending so many messages, adding what I thought of as a 'throw away line', namely, that when I become obsessed with bbc like his, I find myself willing to do anything for a chance to pleasure it. Sighing deeply, I decided to move on and go about wanking off on bb porn and call it a night, assuming I wouldn't hear from him, only to have my phone ping me with the single word "Anything?" Gasping in shock, I absolutely lost my breath. It was him. "Yes," I replied, although I had the presence of mind to add "except blood, poop and drugs." "I understand," he replied, but then added "but prove it." "How?" I replied. "Show up at my door in 30 minutes and be prepared to do what you are told. If you don't you're a flake. If you say no I'll kick you out." I was there in 20 minutes, but waited until the 30th minute before I approached his door, all the while all too aware I had said I would do anything and I had no idea what that would mean to him. I was aware, however, that there was a definite thrill in giving oneself over to the desires of a dominant top man, in fact I find it a huge turn, but there is also a risk when one doesn't know the guy on the other side of the equation. Still, my internal worries didn't slow me: I rang his door bell exactly on time, all the while I was hard and aching, my shorts were damp with the pre-cum my cock was drooling. The door opened and a ruggedly handsome black man towered above my 5'9" frame. He said "Good you are not a flake, come in." I could see he was in his mid 40s, as was I. He had the semi athletic build of someone who was an athlete when younger but who, in middle life, had eased up on working out. He was still solid and fit but not magazine cover. Still, he was clearly physically powerful and I all but swooned. He led me into his living room where he gestured for me to take a seat. "So you are a cum loving pussy boy aren't you?" "Yes," I responded. "Answer me in full sentences," he snapped. I complied, immediately enjoying my core subordinate identity in this encounter. "Well, a lot of guys make that claim, but you need to prove it if you want my dick and cum, so start by stripping right now, right here." Immediately rising to my feet, I hastily removed my clothing, fumbling a bit with the buttons and hooks, especially as my hands were shaking in excitement. "Are you scared of what will happen or that you want get this cock?" he asked. I realized he had me pegged, it was both, I didn't want to get this far and fail him. The submission was happening, My desire was starting to tune into his demands, so I gave a full response to his question, which seemed to please him. He rose to his feet, stepped forward, and examined my body, ordering me to bend over and spread my cheeks for him. I complied. "Tell me how much your pussy wants my cock and cum," he demanded. Thinking quickly, I repetitiously recited this perverse mantra: "My pussy is yours. I want your cock in my hole. I want your cum in my body. I will do anything to please you. I am a cunt, a slut. My cock is nothing. Your cock is everything. I will do what you order." It was torture and heaven. I wanted to get to feeling his cock in me, I was hungry and getting crazed. I loved the sensation of when a top succeeds in getting under my skin. I heard his zipper and was thrilled! Finally! "On your knees," he ordered. I dropped to the floor on the spot, fighting my inclination to reach for his cock. He noticed my self control, and barked "Tell me how much you want my cock." I responded with a version of my earlier mantra, but he halted my proclamation, with his own: "You said your ass and your mouth were mine. Now I'm going to mark my territory. If you resist or don't exactly obey me, I will throw you out." As he made this declaration he stepped closer so his eight inch, thick, semi-erect cock was close to, but not quite within reach of my tongue. Briefly I though he would force me to deep-throat his cock, but instead he grunted "Don't touch my cock until I give you the okay." Gazing up at his face, I waited his pleasure. Locking eyes, and he ordered me to repeat my mantra. The anticipation was driving me nuts. My whole was being focused on his magnificent cock. I could feel his heat on my mouth, smell him and virtually see his cock growing as I spoke. I was transfixed. "If you want my cum you have to prove it take my piss first. Don't say a word. Just open your mouth and look up at me." FUCK! I hadn't thought of this possibility. I had never swallowed piss before and I hadn't thought about including it in my 'no go' list. This was a potential crisis, but I wanted him so much I was aching and oozing precum like crazy. I had never thought I would be commanded to swallow piss, but hesitation would result in expulsion, and I had come too far to accept that outcome. Gazing up at hi, I opened my mouth and waited. Within seconds his warm liquid filled my mouth. I almost gagged at the thought, but instead swallowed as if his piss was an elixir from heaven. A strange smile combining conquest and satisfaction crossed his face, which led me to remember I had accepted his challenge, and if this was what he wanted, I was not in a position to reject his demands. By now his cock was fully hard and his head pushed into my mouth as he relieved himself in me. I was surprised at how easy it was to do this. What I was not surprised at was how turned on I was by doing this. He finished and I instinctively tongued his cock to get the last drop. "Now that you have some of me in you that is a start, now you need to get rid of your cum, stroke you little cock for me, show me how much you loved being marked, tel me how much you want my cock. It was humiliating to stand there and stroke my cock when all I wanted as his. I repeated how much I wanted his cock, how much I crave his cum and how I swallowed his piss because I am a slut. He seemed to like this display. As I was stroking for him he said "as soon as you cum you get rid of your manhood, you will be a true pussy for me and the only way to be restored is to take my seed get on the bed on your hands and knees." I did and he put a towel under my cock. I kept stroking and I heard him take off his clothes. Tell me when you are about to get rid of your cum he commanded. I was nearing orgasm, usually I cum after I get fucked or better yet during! I knew I would clamp up and probably not be as open to getting fucked after I shot my load, but yet there I was about to drain myself in order to take another man's cum. I told him I was cumming and as I started to shoot his cock pressed into my hole his hands griped my waste and he plunged into me! Cumming and first penetration was intense! I screamed and nearly fainted. I would have fallen away but he had a grip in me and pulled myself and my ass back onto him. There was no build up, it was an assault on my ass, I was clamping down on him as he was forcing me open. I couldn't feel anything but where his cock and my ass met! This was me being fucked into submission. I was reduced to crying and moaning and breathing like I was giving birth. His cock was thick and throwing in me, I could hear the sound of the lube being whipped up into a froth and hthe unmistakeable feel of balls slapped against my as. I heard him moan and grunt and he gripped me tighter. I felt myself opening up, not just the outer part but that inner part that only happens after a whole or a shot of poppers, both opening up almost simultaneously was incredible! The pleasure hit me like a train! No build up just from zero to 11 in seconds. My whole body was alive, nerves tingling at my nipples, toes curling, my skin bristling and shuddered at his touch and what was even more incredible was how my ass/pussy was quivering! I couldn't match his thrusts but I didn't have too my hole was naturally taking him and matching him. I was so proud of how my body was naturally taking care of his cock! After we'd both worked up a sweat and we're breathing hard he slowed down his pace making me feel his full length. I moaned like a bitch and found myself saying how much I loved his cock in me. A different mantra. He pulled out and I whimpered, he flipped me over on my back and put my legs on his shoulders. We both moaned as he slid back into me. I want you to see me as I cum in you, he growled. His powerful arms pinned my shoulders into the bed as I opened up for him. He had complete control of my body, I couldn't go anywhere. I didn't want too I want to be there taking him. His trusts changed and I guessed he was close, I didn't want this to end but I really wanted to feel him cum. I wanted to know I had pleased him and I wanted his masculine seed in me. I needed it. I started telling him so. I want your cum, I need you to breed me I repeated. He didn't reply because he didn't need too. He kept at my with an aggressive pace. He built up to a fevered pitch, pounding away at me, crumpling my body under his weight. I took it and took it and loved it. He shouted look at me bitch and I did, our eyes met and he reared up in all his glory and pushed himself balls deep into me. His body shuddered as his cock spammed inside me, warmth spread through my tenderized hole and a differed pleasure washed over me, soaking into me and filling me from deep within. What started out scarey, humiliating and rough turned into a deep peaceful pleasure that radiated from his cock and his cum to my whole body. He pulled out and I tucked my legs to my chest and tilted my ass back so his load would not fall out of me. Stay here, he said, I wasn't going anywhere. He was gone about a half hour. In that time I relived the past events and I was happy. I still glowed from the experience and my cock grew again at the thought of what I dad done and the still fresh memory of the pleasure I was recently awash in. He came back in and I was still on my back and holding his cum in me. He sat on the bed next to me and told me I was a good. He asked how I was feeling and I told him how good I felt how turned on I was and how much I loved feeling him in me. I said I still wanted more and asked if I could suck his cock. He said I could. I rolled over and found his cock with my mouth an took him in me. I felt hi grow inside me and I was thrilled. I was happy to have him in me again and I lovely suckled on him. He moaned his pleasure and I shifted so I could deep throat him. Again pleasure throughout my body from taking his cock in me. He stood up and I kneeled on the bed and kept him in my mouth. He said "That is good, but I am going to help you out" and with that he pulled out of my mouth and started stroking. I kept my mouth on his cock, I know what he was helping me out with, another load, this time in my mouth for me to swallow. I got hard again and stealthily slid my hand to my cock. I used the pre cum as lube and stroked my cock as he did his. I could have cum immediately but I want do cum as he did. His breath got quicker, his body stiffened and he put his hand on my head. I heard him grunt and he pushed my head on him pushing his cock deep into my throat. I felt his cock jerk inside me and tasted his cum on my tongue. I came as he did so we matched. He pulled out and I swallowed. I laughed and rolled over on the bed, spent, filled and satisfied. "Proof enough?" "Yeah," he replied, adding "you'll get more of my cock. Oh, and by the way, feel free to use the shower" he offhandedly commented as he left the room. I took him up on his offer, and after I had cleaned myself, dressed and went home, feeling completely proud of myself. I hope to return.

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

ABS earlier. Was hanging in back along wall, with pants down a bit jerking my cock. Place was mostly empty. An older guy, lean and maybe 5-10 with a push broom stache, walks back to where I was and starts jerking his 7" cock right beside me. I turn away from him, and push my pants down more, offering him my ass. He spit on his hand and fingered my ass, so I leaned forward onto a bench, and he works his cock in me nice and slow. Damn it felt good. He fucked me steady for like 10 minutes, then buried deep and came up my ass. He slid out and left, but I stayed put, hoping one of the lurkers who was watching would take his place. Sure enough a young 20 something, who seemed quite nervous, came over and started playing with my cummy hole. Soon I felt a cock head opening my ass and again I just held still as he took his time fucking me. His cock was maybe like 6", never saw it, but it felt great. He came within 5 minutes. Left without saying a word. I felt cum running down my thigh, but still didn't move as I wanted more. My inner pig was on full display. A few minutes passed, and I saw a 50 something guy make his way to back where I was. He wasn't handsome at all- pretty fat, dirty t-shirt, weeks worth of beard, and I think drunk. I didn't care. He got behind me and slid a really fat cock in me. Not too long but man he was stretching me. He fucked hard and fast, and came within a minute. Soon as he pulled out I felt a stream of cum quickly start to run out. I'd like to say this was it for me, but I stayed put and took 4 more loads from other guys. One was a bearded fat guy with about 8", 2 were what I'd call dirty old men, and the last was a hipster looking guy with a man bun and long beard. His cock was 9" and he was first person all night to speak. He said how much he loved sloppy seconds. He was #7, but he was right about sloppy. ..lol

Thanks for the rep William xx xx . I love my work!!

I got a text from Walt, the Dad this afternoon. All it said was, "Can you be here in an hour?" "Yes. I'll douche, shower and be right over", I texted back. "Just get your cunt over here", was his reply. I quickly douched, showered and headed for his condo. I arrived at Walt's door exactly one hour from the time I got the first text. I rang the doorbell and Walt opened the door. Dressed in a loose, cotton bathrobe that he hadn't bothered to close and belt. His limp, but ample BBC was hanging down his leg. I stepped into the living room. As usual, str8 porn DVD was playing on the TV. "Is Antone here", I asked? "No. The fuckhead finally got a job. He's working weekends now, in addition to school. But, I need my dick sucked". "I'm your guy. Glad you called", I said. Walt takes off his robe and tosses it on the back of the sofa. Then he sits on the sofa and spreads his legs. I quickly undress and take my place on the floor, between his legs. I've grabbed my poppers from my pocket and lay them beside me. Walt lights a joint and takes some deep drags on it while I take his cock into my mouth and begin to suck. His cock slowly swells and grows as I suck. Once he's fully hard, I begin to lick up and down his shaft. Then lick both of his swollen balls. His cell phone that is laying beside him on the sofa rings. He answers and listens to the person on the other end. "Yeah. He can't talk right now. He's got my dick in his mouth, right now". He's laughing, now. "Come on over". "Brian wants to come over. You remember Brian, don't you? You don't mind another dick or two to service? Do ya, bitch?". "Mmm Mmm", I moan with his dick stuffed in my mouth. "Good", he muttered, then he took another deep drag on his joint. I continue to worship Walt's beautiful and now rock hard cock and balls. Soon, he lifts his legs and spreads his ass. Without saying a word, I lick under his balls and begin to lick his black, puckered asshole. I eat his hole in this position for a few minutes, then Walt takes a few more drags from the joint. Then he changes positions and gets on his knees on the sofa, putting his black ass up to my face. I spread his ass cheeks and dive into his ass with my tongue. I try to get my tongue as deep in his hole as I can. Walt enjoys my ass eating for several minutes, then moves around and feeds me his bbc again to suck. "Take your time. I just want to enjoy your holes. No rush" Just then, there's a knock at the door. "Door's open", Walt yells. The door opens and I hear someone enter and close the door. "Lock that top latch, Brian. Will ya? How you doin' Dale? Didn't know you were coming?" "Brian called. Hope it's ok", Dale asks? "Fuck. I don't care. You don't care, do you fag?" Walt said to me. I look up and see both Brian and Dale taking off their clothes beside me and tossing them onto the chairs and floor. "Fuck, no", I said and go back to sucking Walt. Soon, I feel someone kneeling behind me and hear spitting. Soon a wet finger is sliding into me. Another couple of spits and more saliva being pushed into me. Then I feel a hard cock at my hole. I continue my cocksucking on Walt. So, I'm not sure which one of them is trying to enter me? But as it slips inside me and presses further into me, I figure it must be Dale, because of the length. More and more of his bbc are sliding up into me. I finally come up and grab for my poppers. This is a big cock. And I'm going to need the assistance of some poppers to take it. I take some deep drags on my poppers as Walt hands Dale what's left of the joint. Dale takes a some deep drags on the joint, then hands it to Brian. I continue to suck on Walt as Dale starts to fuck me. It's an awkward angle, but I'm taking most of his cock into me. Then Dale pulls out of me, takes me by the arm and pulls me up. "Get on the sofa", he says. I climb up on the sofa and kneel on the edge, my ass facing out. Dale moves behind me and again slides up into me in one quick thrust. He's now fucking me hard. After a few minutes of fucking, Dale pulls out and Brian slide up into me. For well over a half hour it becomes a constant rotation of these 3 BBC's taking their turns in my ass. The angle was awkward, but occasionally, one of them would put his cock or ass up to my face to suck, lick and eat. Brian is the first to cum inside me. He's slapping my ass and grunting as he puts the afternoon's first load in my hole. Once he's stopped cumming, Brian pulls out and Dale takes his place in my ass. Dale slams up into me. "Mmmm........Nice and slick", Dale says. He's really pounding me hard, now. Just a few more minutes of fucking before Dale lets out a low growl and begins to shake. I'm squeezing my ass on his cock as he throbs in my hole. Emptying his load inside me. Once Dale pulls out of me, Walt steps up and slams back into me. The other two are dressing, say "goodbye and thanks" as they leave the condo. Walt now has my pussy all to himself. He fucks and grinds into me for well over 15 minutes before I hear his soft grunts starting. His pace gets faster and his thrusts go deeper. Then a loud groan of...."FUCK...!!!! FUCK...!!!!". And he empties his balls in me. Once he's cum, he pulls from me and drops back down onto the sofa. I climb off and drop to my knees between his legs. I begin to clean off his and his buddies cum that's covering his now softening bbc. I lick every last taste of cum from his cock, then stand and find my clothes that have ended up in a pile near the tv. Walt takes out a cigarette and takes some drags on it as I dress. "Thanks, Bitch. You did great, again. See ya again. Just turn that lock on the knob when you go out", he said and takes another drag on his cigarette. I let myself out, locking the door behind me. My ass filled with 3 large loads from my str8, black fuck buddies.

Well, it was time to visit Grandpa. That was until I discovered all these hot bareback sex sites on the 'net and found that while it made me sick, it also made me hard. I started reading all the stories I could find and would go on icq and chatrooms and get off on the heady world of barebacking. After months of this, it dawned on me that I really wanted to do it. I wanted to be pozzed, even if I was only 18. And better yet, I didn't have to look very hard to find a guy to poz me, it could be a family affair. Yeah, you guessed it. I want my Grandpa to do the honors and breed my teenage ass. So, one Saturday I caught the bus out to the hospice, which was located just over the City line, and was run by Jerry, a very nice man, and his partner, Trevor, both of whom were in their twenties. Jerry and Trevor oversaw the hospice and on this occasion there were about twenty men staying there, all of whom had AIDS. I had been here several times before, but generally had found the place depressing, perhaps because I had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease. Instead, on earlier trips I had focused on the smell of death which pervaded the hospice, and, to be honest, I found it difficult to watch my Grandpa waste away. He had been a vital and fit man who lived life to the fullest, but at this point his very body was rotting from within, his muscles had wasted, although he still looked fairly good, I suppose, as his body was still lean and tight. I also distinctly remember my grandfather generally seemed happy, even if he was dying. Upon arriving I chatted with Jerry, and he remarked how happy he was to see me again, and continued saying my grandfather often spoke of eagerly of my visits, telling all his friends that I was a fine and good-looking young man. I blushed at hearing his description, only to have Jerry look me up and down and confirm the truth of my grandfather's compliment. I looked at him, and wondered if I should read a message in Jerry's remark, but Jerry simply smiled and mentioned it had been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in the hospice, and in the course of his remarks, casually let it slip that both he and Trevor were also infected. I looked at him somewhat incredulous, but couldn't deny to myself that my dick was bulging in my shorts at the very thought. Jerry offered me a chair and chatted for several minutes, mentioning he had been pozzed several years earlier, and that he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he simply decided to stop using them. The rest, as they say, was history. I asked about Trevor, and Jerry said he had, in all likelihood, infected Trevor. Encouraged by his openness, I asked all sorts of questions, thinking to myself that I felt almost as if my cock was about to shoot. It was all too much. Jerry told me that infecting Trevor hadn't hurt their relationship, as Trevor wanted to convert, taking the view that as he was young and sexually active, it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so it made sense to be converted by someone he loved? I remarked that Trevor's view made sense. After a few minutes Jerry commented that I seem very interested in raw sex. I responded "Yeah, I'm into it, well, I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the 'net and chatting to poz guys around the world." Jerry asked how I would summarize my thoughts, and I replied "Well, it freaks me out, but I can't stop thinking about it and my best jack-off fantasies are thinking about some guy fucking me raw and infecting me." Jerry smiled, and remarked "I can see you're into it, if only 'cause you're rock hard." I blushed when I realized my excitement had resulted in a full hard-on that was tenting my shorts. I look over at Jerry and he laughed as I was bright red, but he told me there was no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed, as it was a natural reaction. He went on, remarking that hot bareback sex was hot, and that when I was ready I'd make the right decision. I considered telling him the reason for my visit, but decided to hold off, as I was worried about how he might react. Then after some more conversation, in which he told me some stories involving his hottest bareback encounters, he suggested I must be anxious to see my Grandpa. I replied that I was, and with that he led me to my Grandfather's room. It was time to visit Grandpa. "Grandpa?" Standing at his door, I knocked and waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear a reply, so I cautiously opened the door and peered in. Empty. Grandpa wasn't there, but I decided to wait his room for him. I made myself comfortable on his bed and, looking around, I saw his night table was littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. The magazines all had a common thread: youngish guys being fucked raw by older men, some of whom were old enough to be my grandfather. I flipped through the pages and felt my cock bulging again, so I picked-up the poppers, unscrewed the lid and took several deep sniffs, thinking to myself, 'Oh fuck, this is good stuff'. The sensation was overwhelming and, as I felt my heartbeat quicken, I also felt the rush overcome me and I felt the need for cock as I salivated while looking at the photos. It was too much. I needed to beat my cock, so I pulled off my shorts and sat there on my Grandpa's bed, jacking my cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat. Mmmmm! I spat on my fingers and work some saliva into my hole, jacking my cock vigorously. It felt great and I longed to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking cock from an older man cock into my ass and throat. I wanted to be a whore for men. I got up on the bed and bent over, working a finger into my ass. In so doing, I accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and in reaching down to pick it up, I noticed a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. Perfect! Seeing that Grandpa wasn't available, his vibrator would be the next best thing. I took a few more hits from the poppers and greedily wrapped my lips around the crusty vibrator, coating it with my spit. Then, lapping the foul tasting juices off it, I took it down my throat. getting it nice and sticky with my teenage spit. I then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more work it slowly into my hole, feeling it push at my virgin ass and thrust inside my cherry. God it felt good. I thrust the vibrator slowly into my hole and moaned as I felt my ass twitching in response to the penetration and longing to feel a real cock in my ass. God, I still can't believe what I did. Here I was, on my Grandpa's bed and fucking myself with his vibrator. But as my ass slowly opened up and adjusted to the vibrator, I stopped thinking where I was, or with what I was fucking myself. I needed to be fucked. So I thrust the vibrator in harder, took a few deep huffs from the bottle of poppers, and fucked myself even harder. And then it happened. I felt my balls tense-up and my ass sucked in the vibrator a little bit more, my balls drew up and my body spasmed as I sprayed my cum on the bed sheets. My load sprayed out of my cock which was twitching wildly, shooting load after load of seed over the bed sheets, drenching a poz man's bed with my neg load. After cleaning up a little and pulling my shorts back on, I looked around the room further and came across a photo album which was filled with hundreds of photos, some of which showed my Grandpa as a young man of my age, and even more surprisingly, it included photos of my Grandpa at close to his current age, having sex with guys of all ages. I flipped through the album, and examined each photo carefully, noticing that some of the photos had a caption, including remarks like 'Bred this one' and 'Didn't want it, but changed his mind with a dose of X'. My god! The album was a virtual treasure trove of some of my Grandpa's sexual exploits. After settling back on the bed I flipped through the pages and felt myself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one young guy being fucked, I couldn't help but feel the need to beat off and dream about how hot it was to look at photographs of my Grandpa fucking his poz cock into the boy, making the guy his poz bitch. Man. Talk about a trip. And then it dawned on me: my Grandpa was a breeder! My god. The realization was enough to make me wanna shoot, but I somehow held off and keep looking at the photos while my dick leaked precum over my stomach. As I sat there looking at the photos I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and further it almost seemed as if the room was crashing in on me. I wanted to be bred at a hospice filled with men with full-blown AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuck rags and bottles of poppers in my Grandpa's room. And just where is Grandpa? Shouldn't he be here? I assumed Jerry had understood my Grandfather was in his room, but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then I saw the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God, boy, it's good to see you!" We hugged and I felt a bit embarrassed that I was still hard and hoped he didn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. I've missed you." And with that he noticed the open photo album on the bed and commented "Ah, I see you've discovered some of my secrets." "Yeah. I didn't mean to pry. It was just that once I started looking at the photographs I couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations, boy. Judging from that nice cock that I see you're packing, it's obvious you enjoyed what you saw." Fuck. He noticed. I stood there blushing and imagining the bright shade of crimson I was turning, but Grandpa just laughed and hugged me again and patted my crotch. Then he invited me to sit on the bed and we had a long man to man talk. Since he knew I was aware of at least some of his 'secrets', my Grandfather was quite free in his remarks, and there was no ice between us. I told him of my reasons behind wanting to visit and he expressed some surprise that I wanted him to breed me. He wasn't shocked that I want to be bred, no, he understood that all too well. He knew what a fucking turn on it was to take poz cum - as well as to give it. I asked him what it was like for him to shoot his poz cum into all the guys whose photographs I had seen in the photo album, and he replied "It was fantastic. Shooting poz cum into a neg body is an amazing turn-on, knowing that once his raw cock was inside the guy's ass, that it would be up to him as to whether he filled the guy's hole with poz seed, admitting "Sure, some guys didn't want it, but that just made me even more determined to give it to them." I smiled and asked how he became a breeder, and Grandpa replied "It was a natural extension of taking and giving loads. Many years ago, when I was neg, I would go out to baths when Grandma was home baking or off shopping with friends, and while I loved your Grandma, Adam, it wasn't enough. Sometimes a man needs more than a woman can provide. And so it was with me and your grandmother. I loved her deeply but found the sex I was getting at the baths was much better than anything she was providing back home." When I asked him when he sero-coverted, Grandpa gave a hearty laugh and slapped me on the back, remarking "My, you sure are well-educated, aren't you?" adding "Honestly, I don't know when I converted - I fucked around with many, many men, so it could have been virtually anyone." I then gulped and asked him if it made fucking Grandma difficult, knowing he was out fucking unsafely with other men and then doing her. He just smiled back at me and answered "Not at all, Adam," giving me a sleazy leer. I was shocked, and in my mind, begin questioning the circumstances that led to my Grandma's death. She was sick rather suddenly and was sick for a long time before she died. My god. Did my Grandpa breed my Grandma? I slumped back against the wall and looked at my grandfather in a whole new light. Grandpa noticed the shocked expression on my face, and asked "You alright, Adam?" "Yes," I replied, adding "It's just that I can't help wondering if you infected Grandma." Grandpa laughed and replied "Maybe I did, but she's dead now, and besides, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, Adam." He then laughed and I couldn't help but, in some way, admire his confidence: infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happened. Just looking out for himself. Grandpa then looked at me affectionately and complemented me, saying how wholesome I look, and adding that it had been a long time since he had seen such a hot, healthy boy in the hospice. I asked him how life was in the hospice, and he answered it was really good, that sometimes the guys had bareback orgies and occasionally a boy will come into the hospice, the grandson of one of the other men who stay here, and that he will suck off several men, as other men fuck his neg ass and poz him up. Grandpa mentioned that even Jerry and Trevor occasionally got in on the action. I replied "That's pretty hot shit, Grandpa, and I love bareback" and with that our conversation moved onto my experiences. I told Grandpa that, for many years, I had had fantasies of men barebacking my neg raw ass, but only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the 'net was I was finally able to express verbally what I wanted, that when I saw the pictures and stories on the 'net part of me would feel sick, but I would also feel a sexual flush: I'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous, but my cock would be bulging in my jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. Seeing he was turned-on by the thought, I continued, saying that sometimes during class I would excuse myself 'cause I found myself looking at my hairy teacher in mathematics, and found myself thinking about him creaming in my young hole. Fucking me up and dominating my body. Afterwards I'd walk around the campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take all their loads, and I'd start jacking, thinking about some older men with HIV, fucking their poz cocks into my hole and changing my status, pumping their seed deep into my body and converting me whether or not I wanted it. Grandpa replied my fantasies were hot, but he pushed me for specific experiences I had had. I returned his gaze, and blushed, saying that when it came to actual encounters with guys, my experiences were few, and that beyond sucking a few cocks, and having had a few guys come on my face and chest, that I hadn't any stories to offer. Grandpa laughed, saying "That's nonsense. Looking at you, it's clear you have many things to offer, and all you need is a guide, an instructor, if you will. Someone to coach you about sex." I returned his gaze and asked "Will you help me, Grandpa?" Again he laughed, replying "Of course, Adam, I'll help you, boy!" and with that he gave me a rather wicked leer, adding "And now it is time for your training to begin, Adam, so follow me out to the patio. There are a few people I want you to meet." Grandpa led out to the back were a group of older men were sunning themselves. Some wore jocks, while others were fully nude. I noticed one man smiling broadly at me. He was a black man who appeared to be in his 40s. While I couldn't help but stare at his emaciated body, I also couldn't help but stare at the bulging nine inch black snake hanging between his legs. It was massive and I could already feel my ass twitching. Following my gaze, Grandpa quietly remarked "That's Frank" and introduced me to the group. Although apparently some of the residents of the hospice had gone out on a day trip with Trevor, over a dozen men were present on the patio. All were very friendly, and all but one was old enough to be my father or... grandfather. The youngish guy was in his 20's, and I eventually learned he had the supervirus strain, and had been infected when he was 17. After he continued fucking around for a number of years, he found he was getting sicker by the day and hence, he was admitted to the hospice. I looked over the young guy and although wasting, he still had a prettyboy look about himself, even if his face and body were obviously being ravaged by the virus. He commented that if I wanted it, he could help me out, and his strain would help me get over being so nervous about HIV. I just smiled and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks." As we chatted, I noticed Frank looking on appreciatively as he slid his fingers over his enormously long and thick black cock, which had a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He smiled and winked at me. I quickly turn away, embarrassed by his blatant invitation. Grandpa looked on, laughed and suggested I make myself comfortable, adding that he needed to go out briefly, but that he'd be back soon. With that Grandpa asked his friends to look after me, and he left the patio. With Grandpa's departure, I felt a bit edgy, but the men were all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them were clearly sizing me up, and Frank continued stroking his ever-growing black cock while he looked intently at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Frank, and not surprisingly kept imagining the different ways I might enjoy his cock. It was just so big and fat. I wanted to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running my tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at his balls and letting him push me around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appealed to me enormously, particularly given that I had had limited to so few actual encounters with men, and then, never an interracial encounter. And I knew Frank wanted to play with me: I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to fuck his big cock into me and give me his poz cum. Fuck, I bet he had pozzed hundreds, maybe thousands, in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts ran through my head and naturally I was horny, so I asked where the toilet was, and upon learning it's location, I took leave of the guys. I needed some relief fast: I needed both to piss and beat off. Hurrying to the toilet, I entered the stall and shut the door. Inside I found some fuckrags on the floor, as well as a half-empty bottle of poppers. I took a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoyed the sensation. Of course I had read about them off the 'net but prior to this visit to Grandpa's hospice, I had never tried them, as it had occurred to me the use of poppers is one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant: guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body? I sat on the toilet, stroking my cock, as I looked through the magazines, taking an occasional additional hit from the little brown bottle. Fuck I was so horny, and wished Grandpa was with me right then and there. I knew I could really use some cock. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I didn't reply, but continued beating off, but then there was another knock. "Occupied" I answered, adding "I'll just be a few minutes," but then the door opened and standing in the doorway was Frank, his cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh, I think you'll be in here for some time, Adam" and with that he pushed himself into the toilet. I stared back dumbly at Frank and tried to gauge his smile. I told him I was a bit embarrassed, that I was just sitting there minding my own business, but Frank answered he was having none of that, that he could clearly see what I had been doing, that is, I had been beating my cock while looking to fuckrags, even as I was loaded up on poppers! I replied it wasn't a crime, but undeterred, Frank answered he wasn't accusing me, suggesting that I could use some company. I answered I didn't think that was such a good idea and he gave me an ultimatum: "Tell me that while you're high on poppers, boy!" I retorted I didn't have to do anything, but he replied that if I didn't comply with his orders, he would simply rape my ass and take what he wanted. I looked back at him and knew he meant business, so I did what he said. I unscrewed the lid of the brown bottle and took a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to." I took three hits under each nostril and tried to remain steady on my feet as I looked back at Frank, but couldn't think of anything relevant to say. I just looked at him and felt saliva forming on my lips and tongue and realized I was beginning to drool. Frank just looked at me and instructed me to sit on the seat and to feed on his cock. I obeyed. Everything seemed to be moving simultaneously both quickly and slowly, that it wasn't really happening, that I wasn't sitting on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his poz cock, sucking it for all I was worth, running my tongue and lips up and down his pole, and letting him fuck the head of his cock down my throat. God, the sensation was overwhelming. It was better than anything I'd read off the 'net, if only 'cause I wasn't imagining the experience, I was living it: I was having sex with a poz man! *** Frank continued fucking his cock in and out of my stretched mouth. My lips felt like they splitting open at the corners as I struggled to deep-throat the fucker. It went on steadily for some time till Frank announced he was going to fuck his entire nine inch cock down my throat, and he suggested I tell him when I was ready. I was psyched for the challenge but realized I needed more help, so I unscrewed the poppers again and took several sniffs under each nostril and then looked up and him and he asked me "Ready, boy?" I looked back at him and nodded, but he hit me in the face, grabbed a fist full of my hair and tells me to ordered me to tell him when I was fucking ready, not merely to just fucking nod! "I'm ready, Sir!" I grab the cock and put my mouth on it but Frank tells me to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to me. So I sit on the seat beating my cock while looking up at him and he tells me to just put my lips on the end of it and to tell him when i'm ready. I feel a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help me loosen up and put my lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "i'm ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at me and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" i wonder what he means for a second or two and as the realization hits (along with the popper-induced effect) Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through my lips and struggle as it quickly fills my throat and i began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" i take his advice and slowly feel my throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in my throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like I have been doing it all my life. The sensations are incredible. I greedily thrust my lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have my lips, tongue and the rest of my face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking my face. ... after what seems an eternity, Frank tells me i'm ready and tells me to bend over. I don't object. I want cock in my ass now. I feel Frank kneeling behind me and pressing his tongue into my quivering hole and greasing me up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over my hole and into my ass its too much and I feel like i'm gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells me to stop beating my cock and to just fuck my ass on his face and I do so. Fucking my neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into my body? Frank stands back up and tells me to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck my hole good and I comply. Resistance is futile! And then it happens; I feel Frank pushing his Poz cock up into my ass and realize i'am now like one of the boys that that guy zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and I feel my cock stiffen further as i feel my ass swallowing up the long black cock thrusting ever upward into me. God I don't know what to think? Just a few days ago I was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here i'am living my own story and being fucked by a Poz cock – at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to me now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in my ass and giving my body to Frank and as I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me backward, I hear him say to me that he's gonna Poz me up. And just then as i hear the words I start to struggle. I don't want this man's load. I want my Grandpa's!!! He was the whole reason I came to the hospice in the first place. But now i'm a mess of confusion. God I don't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Do I care who Pozzes my neg hole? I just don't know... As I feel Frank thrusting his big black cock in me, a cock full of AIDS cum, i think of Grandpa and can't help but wish he was here right now fucking me. That was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice – to get bred by my Grandpa. Still, as I feel Frank rutting away in my hole and filling it with his splooge and getting ready to seed me I can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. I'm no longer just jacking my cock thinking about some guy pummeling my hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than I could have imagined. Feeling my ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside my neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz me if he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that my health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for me and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill me. Make me die. Change me from a healthy neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore. "Oh fuck... " i feel Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against my prostate and my body is racked with pleasures, the likes I have never known. "Oh god... " I begin thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as I take another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear my hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. I want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of my ass and tells me he's gonna charge my hole. Really fucking give it to me. That i'm just a pussyboy asking for it and with that I feel his cock get hotter in my ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure I was feeling, but I could have sworn that his cock felt hot in my ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells me he is about to cum and then I feel like a loaded gun is going off inside my neg ass and i feel all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside my body. Drenching my insides and coating my asswalls with his diseased load. "Oh fuck... " Frank holds onto me and slams his cock back and forth as more cum sprays out of his piss-slit into me. It's never-ending and my hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside. I just stand there gasping at the sheer pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more. And then I think of Grandpa. I had thought he would be the first man to fuck his Poz cock into me. But he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into my neg ass and slowly slides his thick cock out of my ass; telling me that I was a hot fuck and that any time I want some more of that, to just come to his room. I don't reply. In fact, I feel like nothing is really registering. I realize that i'm in shock. I then hear the door close behind Frank and knowing i'am alone, crumple to the floor. It then all finally hits. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Been fucked. Raped. I didn't even ask for it. And yet, I didn't really put up much of a struggle did i? The poppers clouded my judgment and now I have a Poz load saturating my insides like all those boys zach writes about. But this is real. It's not some story i've read on the net. This is my life and its really happening. So I just sit there on the toilet for several minutes collecting my thoughts and then, standing up, notice the pain in my ass. God, its hurts. Frank's cock was so big. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now I have to deal with it. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my ass; noticing the sheets of paper are coated with cum and streaked with blood. Shit. My hole is torn. Still, it doesn't really matter I guess. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Poz cum. Does it really matter if there is blood? I suppose not. As I stand there wiping my crack, I decide this is all too much to deal with and after pulling back on my clothes, go back to my Grandpa's room and lie on the bed thinking about what just happened. Maybe all of this is my fault? After all, I was attracted to Frank. Hell, when I saw him out on the patio stroking that big black cock of his, I was spellbound. I'd never seen something so enticing in person before... and that's why I needed to beat off in the toilet so bad. So, why am I upset? I should be happy! Frank obviously liked me as well. That's why he pushed his way into the toilet and fucked my mouth and ass. Made me his. I guess the real problem is that i'm having trouble coping with the fact i've just taken Poz cum and my mind is trying to sort through everything i'am feeling. It's all rushing at me and little of it is making sense. But then, maybe it's not meant to? Maybe this is that primal desire zach writes about so much. Giving into what your body really craves, regardless of what your mind might be telling you. God, I wish he was here so I could talk about the encounter with him. Tell him what i'm experiencing and thinking. I'm sure he'd understand and have some comforting words to say to me. But i'm alone. And there's nobody to talk to. Not even my Grandpa. So I sit here alone thinking about what just happened and as I do, something strange happens. My cock, which has been oozing pre-cum all over my shaft and balls, gets hard again. Obviously, my body likes what happened, even if my mind is still playing catch up. And then it dawns on me. I just had a black man fuck his Poz cock deep in my ass and shoot his diseased cum in me. Fuck. Why the hell am I upset? This was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice in the first place. To get Pozzed. Okay, so my Grandpa wasn't the one who fucked me but then who cares! I have Poz cum in my ass. That's all that really matters. As I think about Frank fucking his big cock into me, I strip down and bending over, work a finger into the cum oozing from my ass and wipe the slime over my full lips, licking the cum off it. It tastes so good. Poz cum. And then it dawns on me, I want some more. More Poz cum in my ass and almost involuntarily I pull my asslips apart and moan. I think about Frank fucking his big cock into my ass again and take a deep sniff of poppers, making sure to get the fumes under each nostril and inhaling several times. "Oh fuck... " i'm so lost in desire that I don't notice the door opening and before I can react, hear my Grandpa's voice. "Adam? What are you doing boy... ?" "Oh my god! Grandpa!" I quickly right myself and Grandpa just stands there watching as I pull my shorts back on. I make up some excuse about being horny but he's having done of that. He tells me he saw cum oozing from my ass. "I've seeded enough holes in my lifetime Adam to know when someone has been fucked. And you my boy, have been fucked!" Grandpa looks back down at me inquisitively but demanding and so I tell him. I tell him how Frank fucked his Poz cock into me and how much it hurt but how much I loved it at the same time. Grandpa, at first, wants to go have a ‘word' to Frank but I tell him no; that would only create a scene, and besides I enjoyed it. Grandpa puts his arm around me and pulls me close. "But Frank's Poz Adam. You realize what that means don't you?" I tell him yes, I do. But that it doesn't bother me. Deciding the moment is finally right, I tell my Grandpa that the only thing I regret about the encounter is that he wasn't the first. I look back at my grandfather and ask him "will you fuck me now?" And he stares back full of lust, and tells me yes. "Drop those shorts boy and assume the position. Its time for Grandpa to fuck you boy" yep u guessed it. "That's it Adam. Spread your ass cheeks for me" i pulled my asscheeks as far apart as possible and bent right down on the bed. My ass high in the air behind me. I felt Grandpa's fingers prying at my hole and him pushing two of them in me and then lapping at the juices on them as he pulled them out. "Mmmm. Frank always does cum a lot" I heard him moan in pleasure before he did something most unexpected... "Grandpa? Wha? What are you doing? Ahhhhh. Oh god... " my Grandpa had buried his face in my hole and was licking out my ass. Sucking around my hole and licking and sucking on Frank's load which was still oozing out of my hole like some bubbly foam. It felt so good. I'd never been rimmed in my life before and never expected my Grandpa would be my first. It felt wonderful. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life eating out his young grandson's ass and working his diseased sore ridden tongue back and forth in the young boy. He loved the taste of cum and though he was a bit mad that Frank had fucked the boy, he had definitely done a good job. Ripping his grandson's ass right up and fucking it with his AIDS load. Grandpa was hoping he would have been the first but he knew when he had left and saw the hungry look in Frank's eyes, that it would have only been a matter of time before Frank pounced and lunged his lethal cock in the boy. And besides, as Grandpa knew only too well, good-looking boys like his grandson Adam were meant to be fucked. That's all that mattered. They should be fucked hard ... and often. And Adam would be fucked a lot in his lifetime. Just looking over his grandson's beautiful body that much was obvious. Grandpa was a randy AIDS fucker and loved eating out the young hole before him but he wanted to do more than just eat the ass. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it hard. He may not have been the first but he wanted his grandson to remember this experience. Given the 1000's that would no doubt follow, that would not be an easy task to be sure, but he was damned if he would give it his best. And besides, Grandpa had fucked many boys like just his grandson in his lifetime. It was one of the reasons he had been so active and notoriously active in fucking young boys up. He had often fantasized about his grandson as Adam visited him over the years and lost count of the loads he had blown in the shower or down the toilet while thinking about ripping those tight blue jeans down and fucking his grandson in the ass. Fucking him with his AIDS cock and making the boy a cumdrenched teenage fuckslut. That's why the revelation from Adam that he had wanted to be fucked by him and Pozzed had been such a wonderful surprise. So Grandpa got some lube from a drawer, and coated his large slimy cock which was sticking out from his groin like an obscene weapon of mass destruction, and pushed it hard into the boy and told Adam that he was gonna fuck his hole up good and proper. Really fuck him hard. He heard Adam cry out and knew it was hurting the boy, especially after the pounding Frank had given him, but he didn't relent. He lunged at the hole and fucked his big cock back and forth in his grandson's ass and told Adam to take several hits of poppers to lesson the pain. "It'll let you take more without hurting you. The pain will turn into pleasure" Adam knew he was right. He was surprised at how effective these fucking little bottles of fucklust were. They were able to be absorbed into the body and make even the most painful experiences pleasurable. They gave rise to the body's natural fucklust and enabled the person to erode their inhibitions. And they felt so good... Adam took several hits from the bottle under each nostril and waited a few seconds for the effect to take hit. Three, two, one... Bingo. "Fuck me Grandpa. Fuck me! Yesssssss... Tear my hole up! Fuck me with your big cock. I want it so bad... " Adam gripped the bedsheets and thrust back at his Grandpa like a diseased whore in a brothel. Which he was in many ways. Getting assfucked by these AIDS ridden fuckers. He wanted all of them. As he fucked his ass back onto the big AIDS cock in his hole, that was tearing up inside his young body, he thought about all the other men in the hospice and how much he wanted them all to fuck his ass. To fuck him with their diseased cocks and fucking spooge all of his holes with their AIDS cum. He wanted it all. It felt so good having my Grandpa's cock finally in my ass. I loved each thrust as I felt the old man fuck his cock deeper into my hole. Every inch of his lethal cock was embedded in my ass and I moaned and snorted poppers like the young whore I was. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He loved how tight Adam's asshole was. Even Frank's big cock tearing it up and spooging it full of cum hadn't loosened it much. Grandpa liked tight holes. Problem was that good looking boys often lost that as they got fucked repeatedly. Sure enough, Adam, would be just like them. Grandpa knew as much. Adam would be like those boys he had fucked at the clubs and parks over the years with a hole that hung permanently open from repeated fucking but then that was the life of a good looking boy – to get fucked and be of service to anyone that wanted to use them. The sooner Adam learnt that, the better off he would be. Adam thrust his ass back on to his grandfather's cock and moaned as Grandpa gripped his waist and sunk all of his inches deep into his young grandson's hole; savoring every moment. Especially as he had jacked thinking of doing something like this so many times over the years. Now it was a reality. Grandpa fucked the boy in many different positions; he had his grandson lay down on the bed, fucked him doggie-style and got the boy to bend over while standing up. But for the climax he wanted to see his grandson's eyes so he fucked him legs up as his sweaty young grandson lay back on the bed and threw his legs apart and over his grandfather's shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhhh" Adam moaned. "Don't stop cause i'm halfway there Grandpa. This feels ahhhh, sooooooooooo goooooddddd" Grandpa thrust his big cock back and forth in the hole and loved how Frank's Poz load stuck to his cock as he thrust it along the abused asslips. He looked down with a lust he hadn't felt in some time and told Adam how much he loved him and how hot his hole was. Adam just grinned and said to fuck him harder and thrust his ass back onto the cock, embedding it all in his torn ass. That's when it happened. Grandpa felt his balls draw up and as Adam arched his head back Grandpa unloaded in his grandson's willing ass. Drenching it with another load of AIDS cum. He felt his cock spasm wildly and cum shoot out of the tip; saturating his grandson's cum-filled hole. It felt so good. Adam meanwhile was jacking like crazy and wanted to cum badly. He really wanted to shoot his fucking load over his stomach but Grandpa sensing the boy's urgency told him to hold off doing that. That he had a better idea where to shoot the load and bent over for the boy. "Fuck me boy. Fuck your Grandpa" Adam lost in lust didn't even think about it. He just used some of the cum dripping out of his ass, lubed his stiff teenage cock and lunged towards his Grandpa's hairy asshole and fucked his neg cock into the AIDS body. It was a feeling unlike any other. He was now a top fucking an AIDS man. It was incredible. Grandpa moaned as he felt Adam fucking his cock into his hairy ass and knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum but he wanted the load to go somewhere where it would become part of him. Adam felt his balls draw up and with a strangled cry, yelled out and unloaded his neg cum into his Grandpa's ass. It was a cum unlike any other. It was the best fuck of his life. Fucking with his Grandpa had been an awesome experience and as the two lay there together sweating and panting, he knew it was only the beginning. That they would share many other incredible adventures together. A new life had been formed.

I had not been feeling very good at all, so I called and doctor who was able to get me in to his office in about an hour thanks to a cancellation. I made the appointment, but by the time I arrived I could hardly move nor breathe. I really felt horrible. Doctor took a couple of tests and quickly determined I had pneumonia and hustled me across the street to the hospital real quick. Soon there were iv tubes running in me and fluids and antibiotics being fed into me. More tests and more tests and finally the doctor came by and told me I had probably gotten to him in time as my lungs were really full of gunk for sure, adding I would be at the hospital for at least a few days. He also ordered up some breathing treatments to help clear up the passageways. The respiratory therapist who showed-up was a young hot looking twink guy. WOW. Just looking at him standing there, in his scrubs - my breathing was definitely labored. His clothing was a bit small for his build, and definitely hugged him around the waist very nicely. I could still see he was sporting a very nice looking bulge in his crotch. I was sure he was checking me out too and basically I was naked but for one of those stupid hospital gowns. Not much I could do feeling so bad but look. I was also sure that he purposely leaned against my arm as he put the breathing mask on my face and I could feel that nice bulge I had seen. He seemed to be very well hung and I was loving it even if it only lasted a few seconds. The treatment was over way too fast as I could not take my eyes off of him. He again leaned against me as he took the mask off and told me he would be back again in about 4 hours for another one. He smiled so wonderfully as he went out the door. Sure enough the cute guy was back in 4 hours and again he leaned against my arm as he put the mask on and again as he took it off. He was looking me right in the eyes as he did it too, and smiled big at my staring back. He leaned in and whispered to me that he knew I couldn't do anything but wait until I felt better and he would see what could be done. I gasped at that wondering what he had in mind with me down in the hospital in bed. He was off then till the next morning. When he did return it was the same thing almost. As he went to put the mask on me he leaned in again and this time his cock was right against my hand. I could not resist and took ahold of his cock through his scrubs. It felt fantastic and was big enough around I definitely could not get my hand clear around it. I rubbed it the whole time of my treatment, stroking it and his low moans made me horny as hell for him even more than I had been. Too quickly it was over though and he told me he would see me later again, this time leaning down and planting a quick kiss on me. On his next trip in, he started to talk a little as I rubbed his cock again. He told me I didn't know him but he knew who I was from some pics on my profiles he had seen online. He mentioned seeing me on BBRT, BZ, MH and a couple of others and thought I was hot and wanted me as soon as possible, when I got to feeling better. He was again off then till the next day, leaving me with a lot to think about. I was especially intrigued by what he meant about me being so hot as I am really only about average looks and my cock barely average. Oh, well, he was hot enough for two I thought. By the next morning I was finally feeling quite a bit better finally. Even managed to get out of bed to use the toilet instead of a pan. LOL Still breathing hard by the time I got back to bed though but much better anyway. The morning treatment was not much as he seemed preoccupied and no talking really just in and almost out. But, he stopped for a minute on the way out and told me, we could be in luck for the afternoon as the nurse and aide on duty then were the laziest they had and would not leave the nurses station for almost anything other than an emergency and away he went, leaving me wondering again. He came in in a hurry that afternoon. He told me we had some time and wanted to have a little fun. I was all for that. As he prepared by treatment he was kind of fidgeting some. As he leaned to put the mask on again he leaned against my hand but this time as I grasped him his trousers were down and I grabbed bare cock and it was divine. I started to stroke him and as I did he leaned over a little more and reached under my gown and grabbed my cock. I was hard already but he made it a rock in no time and played with my balls too. Then I felt his hand go between my legs and started to rub my hole. He looked at me then and told me he knew I was a bottom from my profiles he had read. I smiled and nodded and spread my legs so he could play easier with my hole. He pulled away for a sec and I saw him get something out and it turned out to be some lube which he then started to apply to my hole. I was loving it and then his finger started into me and I moaned for sure as the pleasure erupted inside me. In no time I felt another finger and then another finger enter me as he opened my hole up wider and wider and drove his fingers roughly in me deeper also. I was writhing on the bed and was soon ready for anything he wanted to do. He then looked me in the eyes and asked if I was ready for more and I nodded yes. He climbed on the bed and carefully lifted my legs up and out. He lined up his cock head with my hole and slowly started to slip it in a little at a time. Stroking it in a little at a time, so slowly and so agonizingly fantastic, until I finally felt his balls hit me in the ass as he bottomed out. He held still for a bit and then spoke to me telling me how he had read every single line of my online profiles, so he was sure he knew exactly what I wanted from him. I was curious as to that but then as he said it he pulled almost all the way out of my hole and slammed back in hard. I gasped but only for a second as he did not stop but immediately went into fast speed and pounded my hole fast and furious and hard and as deep as he could. It hurt a little to start with but soon I was in heaven for sure as that is the way I definitely love it. fast, hard, deep and filling my hole as full as possible on every stroke. He kept up a little whispering to me. He was telling me how nice my hole felt, so hot, and he had just what I wanted and knew I was going to love it. At times he would reach between us and run a couple of fingers in me as he fucked me good and I could feel the extra stretch that did and then one time he reached and leaned up some and I was sure he tried to get as many fingers in me at the same time as his cock as he could. It was kind of uncomfortable and I groaned a little with it. As he brought his hand back away though he lifted it between us and I gasped as I saw what looked like a little blood on his fingers. He leaned towards me again and told me he thought he tore my hole a little that last time, but he was smiling when he said it. I started to ask what he did that for when he all at once grabbed my legs and lifted them way up and caught me off guard and I could not get a good breath to ask then as he really tipped me up and pounded deep into me even harder and faster. He was breathing heavy too I noticed and then he leaned in and told me here it comes, just what you wanted and needed. He ground into me then and I could feel his cock throb and feel the heat of his cum as it erupted inside me. He ground his cock as deep as he could and kept doing it for what seemed forever but felt so good. He finally settled down a little and told me there, it is done and I had what I had always wanted in me. I looked confused I know and asked him what he meant. He told me he read everything I had every written online and he knew I wanted his gift. I was still puzzled and he then lifted his top and there around one of his nipples was the sign. Yes, that sign, the biohazard symbol. I knew too well what that meant. I gasped and asked what the hell, I hadn't wanted that. He told me it was on every one of my profiles that I was poz friendly, and would take any load no matter who, and I had written some stories about bug chasing on BZ. He just knew I wanted to become poz and was really happy to help me out. He got up then and told me, Hey, I am done for today but I will see you in the morning and maybe we can do this again, huh? I could only lay there and wonder, what the hell did I get myself into on just fantasizing so much.

1. Seth "The invitation said there was a carefully selected group of '...positively-minded hot men.'" I had read the story every day since I had found it on Breeding Zone. It was the summer I turned sixteen. I had jerked off to it almost as often, thinking about the freedom and utter lack of fear of the narrator. I must have spilled gallons of sperm thinking about the impunity to fuck bareback, even with guys I knew were poz. I wanted that freedom to enjoy it and to even revel in it. I admired the courage of the narrator. I wanted his strength, but the consequences terrified me. I would stroke my cock, fantasizing about getting fucked raw and then hate myself for my depraved dreams after I shot my load. Freshman year in college, I discovered BarebackRT, and started to chat with guys on there. But I was still too afraid to do anything beyond chatting. Then, in the spring, I started to hear about PrEP. It seemed like a dream come true. A daily pill and I could have what I had been craving for so long, without fear. I started to chat more openly, with more guys and in greater, explicit detail. But, then, my freshman year came to an end; I had to go back home, a boring suburb in the Midwest. I was still chatting with guys on BBRT, but they were now so far away. In early August, I came home one day from my summer job as a lifeguard to see an envelope addressed to me sitting on the kitchen counter. Just like in the story, it was fine, heavy paper, hand-addressed in thick, confident strokes. I wondered what my mom had thought it was when she had gotten the mail. Of course, I had immediately though of the story I had blown so many loads to. I raced to my room. In just the two flights of stairs up, my cock had grown rock hard, telegraphing just what I expected to read. Alone in my room, I turned the card over again. The return address read "Jon Corelli." Jon was a guy I had met on BBRT just as I was heading home for the summer; our chats quickly spilled over into text, where I found myself opening up and telling him my fantasies. We started to exchange pictures. Mine were little more than erect nudes, but his were a moveable feast of bareback sex: him fucking guys, him getting fucked, and an occasional solo cum shot. I held the letter, trembling with excitement, anticipation and maybe some fear. I opened it up, savoring the feel of the paper and extracted the card. It was an invitation, handwritten as well, inviting me to a party over Labor Day weekend, a party for men "with a positive, uninhibited outlook on life," and encouraged me to "come PrEPared for a mind-blowing weekend." Jon was inviting me to his place for three days. We had talked enough for me to know that he had a beautiful condo in a downtown building, where he would occasionally host days-long bareback sex parties with his two partners. Jon had made it clear that although they ranged from very vanilla to extremely kinky and taboo, they were always bareback. He had hinted on text what he had been planning: it would be a party just for me with three days of uninhibited, unprotected, raw sex. It worked out perfectly; I had to go back to school the week before. I would have more than enough time to get a prescription for PrEP from the clinic at school. The next few weeks were endless. I was still texting with Jon, trying to get any details about the weekend. But he was keeping any details a secret, only teasing me with an occasional shot of his cock sliding into a tight raw hole, or a hot young man, his hole dripping cum. I would beat off every night, re-reading the story, re-reading the invitation, looking at the pictures he had sent me, and imagining it was I in the middle of all of the action. Everything seemed to conspire to only prolong my agony. First, my flight back to school was canceled, and I had to spend another night at home. Of course, that meant that I had to cancel my appointment at the student health clinic to get my prescription for PrEP. Then, I tried to re-schedule the appointment but seemingly every opening was full. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to get it in time for the party. But then, two days before I was due at Jon's condo, when I was terrified about making a final choice between long-anticipated pleasures and long-term responsibility, the clinic called about a last-minute cancellation. The Wednesday afternoon visit was quick and painless. The doctor took some blood, explained how PrEP worked, and I was out of there in less than fifteen minutes. Thursday morning I was stuck in classes until noon; when I finally emerged, the doctor had left a message. "All clear. I phoned in your prescription and it will be ready tomorrow morning." I was cutting it close, but I would have it in time for the party. I texted Jon and let him know the good news. "Great," he texted back. "Just make sure to take a pill as soon as you get them." I didn't need any reminders. All afternoon, I was stuck in lab, as Jon continued to send me pictures: first of his boy Cal sucking him off, followed him fucking Cal, his long cock covered only in lube, spit and pre-cum, and then, finally, of Jon's thick white spooge dripping from Cal's ass. I was jealous. That load was supposed to be inside me. I was the one who was supposed to get fucked bareback. I was the one who needed to get filled with cum. And I was the one who wanted to feel Cal's tight hole wrapped around my throbbing cock. At least my roommate was gone when I got back to the dorm. I took the opportunity to quickly jerk off, once more re-reading Jon's invite. Getting off barely seemed to make a difference in how horny I was. Six PM Friday afternoon was now only twenty-four hours away, but I wasn't sure if I was going to last that long. I sent a picture of the trail of cum splashed across my chest and abs to Jon. "That should be in Cal's tight hole," he texted back. "And save the rest for tomorrow. You are going to need it." The rest of the evening was spent eating, studying, and trying not to think about what the next day would hold for me. Even thinking about the barest glimmer of possibilities that lay in store would make my cock start to throb. I had to force myself to not jerk off again, and sleep did not come easy. I almost welcomed the alarm that morning; I had set it so I could get to the pharmacy right as it opened. Even at right at the morning opening time, there was already a line at the pharmacy. I took a number, and waited what seemed like hours for it to be called. But, it was really only twenty minutes before I was at the window. The pharmacist seemed already bored with his day. "I'm here to pick up a prescription," I said. He barely looked up from his computer. "Name?" he asked me. "Seth. Seth Hunter." He typed in something. "Date of birth?" "March 29, 1995," I said. I was a child of the AIDS epidemic, born in some of the darkest hours. But now I wouldn't have to worry about that. I wouldn't have to worry about it. Ever. "Just a second," he said, getting up from his stool, and walking into the back. It took him a few moments to find my prescription. "Let's see," he said as he sat back down. "Have you ever taken Truva..." He trailed off. "Mick?" he said, calling back. There was an indistinct response from someone I couldn't see. "Can you take this?" A few seconds later, a tall, thin guy appeared. The pharmacist handed him the bag. "Mick will talk to you about your prescription," he said. The man I assumed was Mick smiled at me, and pointed me to a door at the far corner of the room. "Meet me there," he said. As I followed him, I checked him out more carefully. He was about 6'2" and his blue polo shirt hugged his body tightly highlighting his muscular gymnast's build. I saw a bit of a tattoo sticking out from his collar. Also sticking out if you knew to look was his pert ass. I willed my cock to go down even as I imagined what it would feel like to thrust my raw, unprotected erection into his hole and drip a steady stream of pre-cum into him. He opened the door, and motioned for me to go in. It was a small room, a desk with two chairs, a few posters on the wall, and a filing cabinet. He had blue eyes and just a hint of stubble and gave me a knowing smile as I walked past him. I could feel him looking me over and trying to piece together my story. I hoped my boner was not too obvious. "Go ahead, sit down," he said. I sat down, glad to have some cover for the lump in my shorts. "I'm Mick," he continued. "I'm Seth," I said. "Nice to meet you," he said. He reached across desk and shook my hand, before sitting down. "We just like to do a bit more counseling for certain medications." He opened the brown bag, and took out a white bottle with a yellow band around it. "Truvada" was printed on the side of the bottle. "Is this your first time for PrEP?" "Yeah," I said. "It is." "That's cool. As you may know, every drug can have side effects. This is no different" "What kind of side effects?" He paused. He got up from the desk, and went over to the filing cabinet. "I have a pamphlet somewhere." He knelt down to open the bottom drawer. As he did, his polo shifted up, and his pants shifted down slightly. I saw a thick white band of a jock strap, and the tiniest hint of the smooth skin of his ass. My cock throbbed once more, wondering if he knew how badly I needed release. I forced myself to look away, to think about anything but sex. Unfortunately, as I looked up, I met his eyes. He had seen me checking him out. "You know," he said, closing the drawer without getting the pamphlet he had promised me. "I'm on PrEP as well." I took a breath; he had seen me staring at his ass, but he didn't care. "What's it been like for you?" I asked. He stood up, and leaned against the door with his legs spread slightly. "It's been..." He searched for the right word. "Liberating," Mick finally said. "My boyfriend. He's poz. And now we're fluid bonded." "Fluid bonded?" "He's shot his load inside of me. Not in a condom. It's more important than I thought." His hand dropped down to his groin and covered his crotch. Or maybe he was rubbing it slightly. It was hard to tell, and I knew my dick was seeing what it wanted to see. "It's really important for men to share fluids." He stared out into space for a moment, reliving some private, intimate experience. "Why are you starting?" "The protection," I started, but paused. "The freedom" I continued. I was staring at him, fantasizing about him. In my mind, I had already undressed him and was feeling his body next to mine. The idea of warmth of his ass against my cock was making me hard. I knew the welcoming wetness of his hole would make it impossible for me not to stick my shaft in him. There would be no fumbling with a condom and no barriers between us. It would be just fucking, the way it was meant to be. "Yeah. Freedom." He said, bringing me back to reality. "To fuck who we want. How we want." I hadn't even taken the first pill, but just the presence of the bottle in the room was liberating enough. I stood up and faced him, no longer trying to hide the hard shaft in my shorts. "Where we want." I said. He reached behind him, and locked the door. In the sudden silence between us it sounded like a heavy safe door closing. He turned off the light; there was still plenty of light streaming in through the shade-covered window. "When we want," he said. He unzipped his chinos, exposing a white jock strap. His cock was straining against the fabric. I unzipped my shorts, exposing my underwear. My cock had tented them as well. He took a step towards me. When I took a step towards him, my shorts fell down, gathering around my ankle. "Nice," he said. He took another step, and was now right in front of me. He put a hand on my basket. "Very nice." "Thanks," I said. "Your boyfriend..." "Calls me his slutty sperm bank." He smiled. "The more I get, the more he gives me." I nod. This was the freedom I had dreamed of every time I had jacked off. From a pocket, Mick produced a small bottle of lube. "You are prepared," I said. He laughed. "Yes," he said. "Besides. You're not the first today." "Really?" I ask. "Yeah. One from my boyfriend and one from a guy at the gym." Mick reached into my underwear and grabbed my cock. "Cum makes the best lube. You'll see" His hand was warm around my shaft. I wondered how his ass would feel. His cum-filled ass. It sounded so dirty, that he had already gotten two loads before 10AM. But it was also so hot. To not worry and to just enjoy sex. "Aren't you worried?" "No. I look for poz guys now. Undetectable poz guys are the safest ones out there. And if you are worried, take one of those." He pointed at the bottle of Truvada on the desk. "This is exactly what it's here for. To let you enjoy sex without fear. Real sex. Bareback sex." My cock got harder at the words. Mick let go of my cock, but in a practiced notion, pushed down my underwear. They fell to the ground, the cool air of the office a shock. I turned to the desk and picked up the bottle. As I fumbled with the cap and the foil, Mick stepped out of his sandals, took off his polo and kicked off his chinos. I tried to focus on the pill bottle but it was difficult. Mick he turned to show me his ass, and I was distracted by how the white straps of his jock perfectly framed his butt. "Breed me?" he asked. There was a hunger to his voice. So many stories on Breeding Zone had described that hunger. But I had never heard it in real life from another man, just in videos. The raw reality of the need triggered animal instincts, which had been long suppressed by society and convention, and these instincts were driving my every action. I had to fuck him. It was programmed in my DNA to spread my sperm as far and as wide as possible. And when a beautiful, talented hole presented itself, eager to be plowed by my thick cock, I was going to do what I was born to do. I managed to extract one pill. It was larger than I expected but was a calming shade of blue. I popped it in my mouth and swallowed it dry. "Fucking hot," Mick said. "Seeing you do that. Knowing you're gonna fuck me now." He poured a bit of lube on his hand and grabbed my cock, greasing it up. "We can just do this?" I asked. It seemed so simple. I took a pill, and now I could slide into his ass. No fumbling with a condom, no tight feeling of rubber. Just skin on skin and pleasure against pleasure. All of that came from a simple pill and only once a day. "Yeah," he said. "Quit talking. Start fucking." I lined up my cock with his hole. I could feel the warmth against the tip of my dick, and in response, I started to dribble pre-cum. "Ready?" I asked. "Of course," Mick replied. "I'm always ready." I pushed against his hole, forcing my way into his body. I was still new to gay sex, but even in my limited experience, I could tell Mick was an amazing bottom. His butt provided just the barest amount of resistance before opening up and allowing my cock to enter. "Damn. That's a nice one. Thick." "So warm. Welcoming." "That's what I want to hear." I stood still, trying to process all the sensations. This was what sex was supposed to be; it was like watching seeing a movie in color for the very first time. Every motion was more intense than I had remembered with a condom, and it was clear I was getting to know Mick on a fundamentally deeper level than I could if I was fucking him with a rubber. Even though I was standing still, sexual hunger was consuming Mick, and he was squirming in a feeble attempt to contain the forces consuming him. He needed more of my cock, and was now pressing back against me. Relentlessly, my shaft slid into his tight, firm body. "Oh. Fuck," I moaned. My cockhead had hit a pool of warmth. It took me a moment to realize the soft liquid was the sperm the other men had shot into Mick. "That feels good." "Doesn't it?" Mick said. He stopped trying to force himself on me, and let me explore the sensations of a hole already dripping with cum. I had never fucked someone with a load already up there, and it was a new sensation for me. I now understood how important fluid exchange was for men. It was especially vital when we were blessed with the opportunity to fuck another man. I was glad that Mick was not going to ask me to pull out when I came. I wanted to cum in him so badly and absolutely nothing was going to get in the way of me cumming inside him. "Your boyfriend," I asked, then pausing, wondering if I could ask the question I wanted to. I barely knew Mick, but yet he had given this intimate side of himself to me. "He's really poz?" It wasn't an intrusive question compared to what he had already offered me. "Yeah. He is. And the guy at the gym. Eli." He squeezed his hole around my cock, coating it with semen from the two men. "He was too. Poz, I mean." It was more than just a physical sensation; it was as if the cum carried far more. It was the DNA of the sperm, transmitting the two men's genetic inheritance and it was the RNA of the virus, transmitting the men's eventual downfall. There was something else there; something powerful and emotional. I just had to experience it; it would never be explained by reason or logic. As my cock soaked in the liquid, mental images and emotional traces of Mick's experiences came to me. I could see Eli the muscular black man that had fucked Mick at the gym, and how grateful Eli was for the chance to release his sexual frustration into Mick's strong, masculine body. I could feel the love that Mick's partner had for Mick and how the two of them used insemination as a way to celebrate and deepen that that love. I had no explanation for it other than I was learning from the semen in Mick's ass. There was also something else there: something furtive that slipped away as soon as I tried to focus on it. It was something evil, scared, and angry. "You feel it too, don't you? The darkness?" Mick asked. "It's the virus. It doesn't like being thwarted. It needs to infect us and it needs to spread. It needs it so badly" Once he had named the dark sentiment was easy for me to focus on it and understand it. It was a dark knight and it was a strong, relentless and deadly predator. It wasn't used to being defeated; over the years it had taken far too many victims and it reveled in its own carnage. "But we are powerful now. Armored and well defended. It's enraged, so it is going fight hard." "But," I stammered, "We're ok, right?" I had been promised that the virus had met its match, and I hoped we were both safe behind the walls Truvada had built. "Of course we are. Now, stop worrying about AIDS and fuck me, Seth." I tried to forget about the dangers of what I was doing, as Mick continued. "Fuck me like you mean it." I pulled my cock out, leaving just the tip still inside of Mick. My shaft was coated with cum. Seeing such hard evidence of how slutty Mick was and knowing my load would be the next in his collection drove me crazy and I slammed my cock back into his hole and all the accumulated poz seed. Mick grunted. "That's what I am talking about," Mick moaned. "That's what I fuckin' need." He was loud enough that I worried that people outside could hear it. "That's what I want, Seth. Don't stop." I pulled out again, and slammed my cock back into him. The force pushed him forward so I grabbed his hips and held him in place. I needed to feel the entire length of my cock buried inside his hole. I slid past the pools of cum in his butt, spreading the thick fluid across the insides of his body, before finally settling deep into Mick's guts. I held my cock steady in place and it pulsed slightly before emitting a drop of pre-cum. It was my first fluid exchange with another man. The full impact of what I had just done took a while to penetrate my mind, clouded as it was by the pleasures of sex. I hadn't swapped my fluids with any one, not a fuck buddy nor even a boyfriend. This first time was with a stranger, someone I had barely met. Even worse, it was while I was at a pharmacy picking up my prescription for PrEP. If that didn't permanently mark me as a Truvada slut, I don't know what would have. I sighed in pleasure. The day and the weekend were getting off to a very good start. I hoped that it also foretold what the rest of the month and the school year was going to be like. But those thoughts were a distraction from the task at hand. I pulled my dick out, and then pushed it back into Mick. It was amazing how good he felt. His hole was wet and smooth and warm, like the longest kiss my cock had ever gotten. I could feel every inch of Mick's ass, every slight objection to my penetration and every eager gulp of my shaft. With each stroke, I learned something new about Mick, some part of his desire. I understood how sex was supposed to feel. I would never be able to put a condom on again and lose this pleasure. "Oh hell yeah," Mick moaned, as I slammed my cock in and out of him. "Breed me, man,╙ he continued. I stopped trying to analyze the situation, and instead just focused on how damn good it felt to be fucking this man. It seemed to go far too fast, and before I knew it, my balls were tensing up and my cock was vibrating with pent-up need. "Don't pull out," he moaned. "Fucking let me have your seed." "Oh fuck," I grunted. My dick was dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. "I can't hold back," I said. "Just do it," Mick groaned. His ass tightened around my shaft, kissing it and milking out the last bit of precum. I closed my eyes, shoved my dick all the way in, and let my animal instincts take over. Bareback sex gave me an orgasm unlike one I had ever had before. I felt every drop of cum travel down the length of my shaft, and it flow into Mick's hungry ass. There was nothing held back between us. There was nothing to protect Mick from me, and nothing to prevent me from fertilizing his hole. The first spurt of cum was quickly followed by another, and then another and then one more. In the throes of the orgasm, it was hard to stay standing, but my cock was doing all the thinking necessary. My erection needed to be inside of Mick's wet hole, and my bestial instincts made sure my body maintained the balance needed. "Oh FUCK," I grunted. I hoped that people in the next room couldn't hear us. "Give it to me," Mick said. He squeezed his hole around my cock, and milked out another spurt. Without a rubber, I could feel just how hungry his hole was and how badly he needed my load. For a brief moment, I wondered if he could ever be satiated. But then, my cock demanded attention, and I focused on the pleasure of Mick's warm hole, tensing and releasing as he drained my balls of their load. "Oh hell yeah," he continued. "Damn," I said, as the last few drops of spooge dribbled out of my cock and into his hole. "That was fucking amazing." "That was bareback fucking," Mick said. "That was how men are supposed to have sex." I nodded in silent agreement. It was hard to think about anything; my mind was still clouded by the intensity of the orgasm. My dick was still buried in Mick's hole, and every slight movement from either of us reminded me how unbearably sensitive my dick was. "Think you can go back to rubberized sex now?" he asked me, understanding the struggle I was now contemplating. I slowly pulled my cock out of Mick. The ridges of my dick head pressed against the bare skin. It was just barely lubricated by the cum I had just deposited inside of Mick, and every move was a torrent of sensation. "Never," I said. As my cockhead pulled out, a small drop of white fluid dripped out of his hole. I reached down and pressed it back into him. "Yeah," Mick said. "You know how it is. I want every drop." His own penis was straining against the fabric of his jock strap. I thought for a moment he was going to start jacking off, but he turned around and faced me. "We have to do that again," he said, and pulled on his chinos. I stuffed my softening cock into my underwear and zipped up my shorts. "Yeah," I said, still not quite able to think clearly. "Don't forget your pills," Mick said, grabbing the white bottle off the desk and handing it to me. "Better living through chemistry, huh?" "For sure," I said. Mick put on his polo shirt. It was hard to believe that only a few minutes ago, he was practically naked, bent over the desk, and letting me fuck him bareback. "Uh," I stammered. "Here," he said, reaching into his pocket and extracting a card. "Give me a shout." He handed it to me; it had a name and a phone number on it. "Ok," I said. Reality was slowly sinking in. I needed to get going; there was a lab session I would just barely make in time. "Awesome," Mick said. He adjusted his clothes, and ran his hand over his head. With his close-cropped hair, it was a pointless gesture, but it forced a change in his bearing. He was no longer a bareback cum hound, but a young, professional man. The entire encounter had barely been fifteen minutes, but it was a window onto a world I desperately wanted to be a part of. He opened the door for me, and I stepped out. The people milling about in the waiting room barely noticed us. I wondered how they would have reacted if they had known what we had been doing. "Remember," Mick said. "Take the medicine regularly." I smiled, and headed out. As I walked out, I pulled out my phone. There was a message from Jon waiting for me. "Did you get your prescription?" "Yeah," I wrote back. "And I fucked the pharmacist as well." "Seriously?" "Yeah. He was on Prep as well." "Prep sluts are fucking hot. A guy taking care of himself, so he can take every load without fear." There was a brief pause. Jon was still typing. "Did you take your first dose yet?" "Yeah. Right before I fucked him." "So fucking hot. Two young studs, being safe. Taking care of themselves." He continued. "All so they can have sex without fear. Without condoms. With anyone they want." "I know," I wrote back. My ass was quivering in anticipation. I now needed to know what Mick had felt as a raw cock slid into his hole. "Now, you just have to remember to take it tomorrow morning. We're going to keep you up late tonight." "Good. I hope so," I texted back, before disappearing into the chemistry building.

I would like to get some advice on the best darkrooms in the USA, whether in bathhouses, bars or adult bookstores. I love darkroom fucking! It is the one place in the world I feel completely at home and comfortable. It is my absolute favorite thing to do and my idea of heaven. Of course I have my preferences in the men fucking me. Older, hairy and aggressive really turns me on but the darkroom adds a level of lust that goes beyond that. I truly love giving pleasure to men that are not my 'type'. I understand the idea of the troll but getting used and bred by trolls is hot to me. The darkroom gives me the freedom to do that. If I had to see who is fucking me I might have a hard time getting into it. Some guys just turn me off but if it anonymous then it is a whole different story. In the darkroom sex is distilled to its essentials: hard cocks, a willing ass and the need to cum and be bred. There have been times, in the sling for instance, where I start out getting fucked by some guy that does nothing for me sexually. But the guys excitement and sexually energy will start to turn me on. It is so obvious that he is really getting off on fucking me that I start to get excited. I love knowing I make him feel that way and it ends up being my reward, that and his load of course. I know my looks and body type sometimes intimidate men who might think I am too good looking for them to try for me. Its not arrogance its just how it is. It ends up being an obstacle for me because I really love regular guys and am turned on by homely men, guys with acne scars, and so on. That's where the darkroom works to my advantage. Guys don't see my good looks as to good for them. So I want to go find some darkrooms that are truly dark and very busy. I have been to blackout nights at bars in New Orleans but they are not truly black. Too much light. The bathhouses in Seattle don't seem to have proper darkrooms either. I want pitch black with a room full of sweaty, rutting barebackers looking for a loaded bottom to fill and fuck. Help me out guys with some advice.

This is a bookstore video arcade story from my past. This happened about 12 or 13 years ago. But, I still remember it vividly, because it was such a wild and hot evening. And probably the first time I had played out my fantasy of being a complete whore and bareback pig bottom. The Las Vegas adult bookstores back then were even sleazier and nastier, than they are now. It was before all the online and phone app hookup sites. So, the bookstores, theatres and parks seemed to be a lot more active back then, because the cruising places were limited. This ABS is on the opposite end of town from where I live. But, it's located right at the main gate entrance to Nellis Air Force Base in North Las Vegas. It's about 30 miles from my home, and since my boyfriend was out of town for the weekend, I thought I'd rent a cheap hotel room on that side of town and whore out at the ABS by the base all night long. I checked into the sleazy motel that was just a block from this bookstore. I douched and showered. I got to the bookstore for the first time around 4pm. I was hoping to catch a few of the married guys that would stop in on their way home from work. This particular bookstore is still there. But, the arcade has been completely rebuilt. And it's not nearly as fun or as sleazy as it used to be. Back then it was pretty run down. Not the cleanest place. The videos choices were few. But, there were a couple of glory holes and it was always crawling with horny men. Either wanting to get their dicks sucked or fuck some ass. And because it right at the AF Base entrance, there were always some horny military hunks in there, looking to get off. Between 4pm and 5pm I remember sucking off a steady stream of mostly str8 guys, just wanting a blow job before heading home. After 5pm the crowd had left. And I was the last one left in the arcade. I was thinking of going back to my hotel for a bit, until the evening crowd began to grow again. But while I was just about to leave the arcade, a hot looking, black guy, early 20's, in his Air Force fatigues walks in. We give each other a few glances. He walks around the arcade checking for occupied doors. So, I turn and follow him around the maze of booths. He finally goes into one of the booths and I hear him lock the door. I hear him dropping 6 or 7 quarters into the machine. So, he's planning to watch for awhile. I wait outside his booth door for a bit to give him time to begin to get hard and stroking his cock. I try his door. Locked, damn it. I wait a few more minutes and try again. Still locked. Each time I try his door it jiggles the lock a bit. So, I know he can hear someone trying to get in. There's no one else in the arcade and he's such a good looking military hunk I decide to just wait it out and see if he gets horny enough to unlock. Well, after about 5 or 6 minutes, my wait pays off. I hear the lock on the door being moved over. I try the door again and it opens. I walk into his booth and lock the door behind me. He's got a mostly hard bbc in his hands, stroking it. I'm guessing it was already about 7"s and only partially hard. He's watching some str8 porn on the screen. He gives me a small smile when he sees me enter his booth. But for the most part, his eyes are glued to the str8 porn on the tv. I drop to my knees and begin to suck on his cock. He grows harder as I suck. Soon he leans over and slides his hand down the back of my pants. He finds my rosebud and fingers it. GR8! He wants to fuck. I get up off my knees and begin to take off my pants and underwear. He stands and takes his off as well. I've got some lube and poppers in my pocket and pull them out. I lube up my ass and hand him the lube to slick up his cock. I take some deep sniffs of poppers, then bend over the bench and offer my ass. He presses his cockhead to my hole and pushes in me. He fucked me hard and deep for only a few minutes before he let out a muffled groan and emptied his black balls into my ass. In typical str8 guy fashion, as soon as he came, he pulled out of my ass, pulls up his pants and exits the booth. He did it all so quickly, that I hadn't even had a chance to pull my own pants up. He leaves the booth and the door bangs shut. Someone else had obviously entered the arcade, while we had been fucking. Because the booth door opened again and a young white kid, also in his early 20's and also dressed in AF fatigues was standing in the doorway. I bent over on the bench again, showing him my freshly fucked ass. He stepped in and locked the door. He quickly dropped his pants and pressed his cock to my hole. As I'm sniffing some poppers, he pushes his 6" hard cock into me. I reach for my pants and pull out some quarters I have in my pocket. I hand him the quarters and he feeds the video machine as he continues to slowly fuck my ass. Maybe 5 minutes of fucking soon results in him depositing my second load for the day in my ass. He also very quickly pulls up his pants and leaves the booth as soon as he cums. I pull up my own pants and wander the maze of booths. The place was mostly deserted, but I do find one occupied booth. The door is locked as I jiggle the door. I wander the maze again then try that door for a second time. The door is unlocked, now. I step in and find a guy in his mid 50's with his cock in his hand. A str8 video is on the screen. I drop to my knees and take his cock in my mouth. He must of been really horny. Because I swear I sucked on him for only a minute or two before he filled my mouth with his hot load. So, I leave the arcade. At the doorway between the arcade and the main part of the bookstore, they had placed a cork board with some blank note papers, a pen and some thumb tacks for people to post notices. I read over the dozen or so notices that had been posted. Most were guys looking for guys. There were a couple of m/f couples looking for other couples or a 3rd. Massages being offered, etc. I took a piece of paper and wrote that I was a bareback bottom staying at the motel down the street. I wrote my room number and said that I'd be taking loads all night. I tacked it to the board and left the store to grab something to eat. I headed back to my room. Very quickly after returning, I heard a knock at my door. I looked through the security peephole to find a Latino guy in his mid 40's standing outside my door. I opened it and he stepped into my room. Without saying a word, he undid his belt, unzipped and pulled out a beautiful uncut dick. I dropped to my knees and began to worship his foreskin. Soon we had both discarded our clothes and he had sat on the edge of my bed. I continued to worship his latino foreskin and balls. I lifted his legs and licked his asshole. That put him over the edge. "I want to fuck you", he said. I climb up on the bed and he quickly slams his hard cock into me. He fucks me hard for only a couple of minutes before groaning and filling my ass with load number 3. For the next 6 hours I had a rather steady stream of guys knocking on my door. The majority were black and latino guys. A couple were Air Force guys. By a bit before midnight the knocks on the door had stopped. So, I dressed and went back to the ABS. I checked the corkboard when I entered the arcade. My notice was no longer there. So, that explains why the guys showing up to my room had stopped. I entered the arcade and it was very busy. A lot of booths had their red lights on. A half dozen guys were roaming the maze of booths, trying the doors. I did the same. I made a couple of rounds through the arcade. Most of the doors were locked. I couple of the unlocked doors were occupied by guys that I was not interested in. But, the place was really hoping. It was now a little after midnight on a Saturday night. Guys were coming and leaving the arcade quite rapidly. A nice mixture of Air Force guys, blacks and latino hunks. I did finally find an unlocked booth with a mid 40's white guy. Though he wasn't in a military uniform, he had that "look about him" that made him look like an Air Force officer. He had some str8 porn on the screen and was jacking off. I climbed between his legs and began to suck. He had a hair trigger and almost immediately shot his load in my mouth. I left his booth and again roamed the arcade a bit. But all the occupied booth doors were locked. So, I posted another notice on the corkboard. Again with my hotel name and room number. I went back to my room and once again had a steady group of guys knocking at my door. From 1am until 4pm, I guess I probably had another 6 or 7 guys come in and fill either my ass or mouth with their loads. OMG! I LOVE living in Las Vegas! It's one horny city! For a pig bottom guy like me, there are few places in the USA that could be a better place for a guy like me.

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I finally had enough after a night at the much missed Club Orleans. I spent 12 hours fucking and sucking with over 30 guys. I'd say about half fucked me. I came 8 times over the course of the night. By morning I was so exhausted and satiated I had to wonder when I would ever want dick again. Turns out that only lasted a day. It was a nice feeling while it lasted.

Very promising start... I'm looking forward to the next chapter!

the only things I can tell for sure is they are like about 5 people in this world on which the hiv virus did not developed the usual way for now. Insisting on for now. All other people yet millions are on meds or passed away ways too early. My tip to you, have yourself tested twice a year & make sure to stay happy & alive. Many guys ended physically challenged (disabled) because of not taking the right meds on time.

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Hahahahah I laughed so hard when i read that.

264...that's a stroll down memory lane...with a few things to add in for the future.

Hey, Rawboyz! Update Before the BB Orgy Today Wow, yesterday was a personal best for me in terms of bb sex and cum. Grindr was pinging a lot. Maybe it was Saturday. Who knows? I had a 18 yr. old university student and a 30 yr old in back-to-back sex where I received hot cum in my daddy hole. Remember, I'm a bottom at times. Both live not too far from my place. I love hosting. Cheaper than going to Steamworks Toronto 3 times a week. They are part of my regular suck/fuck buds on my iPhone list. The cum was sloshing around in my ass. Felt great. I wanted more. So I decided to go to Steamworks Toronto for a regular Saturday night of bb sex. When I got there at 9 PM, things were quite slow to heat up. Guys were gawking, hands were out shooing you away. WTF!! Only after 1 AM things began to heat up. A lovely young man with a big flowery tattoo wanted me to suck him off. He was gorgeous; a few minutes I was rewarded with a mouthful of hot boy cum. MMMM…. Then, in the dark room a beautiful anonymous hole opened up to take my raw daddy cock. A rhythm began to happen. And you know what happens in a few minutes. I added my saved up load to his CUNT. He thanked me with a kiss after. Can't get any better. So, 3 loads in me, 1 load out of me. Not bad, not bad! Happy barebacking! On to the bb orgy today at Club120 in Toronto. More later...

Just thought I'd give a small update on my time at Sheffield (UK) Cumunion last night. The night officially starts at 7:00pm but doesn't usually pick up until a bit later. I arrived at 7:30 after a long extensive douche to make sure I was 100% clear for the whole night! Nothing worse than getting 3 hours in and finding some stray bits! Hah Anyway, I arrived, stripped off and put on my cock ring and backless jock - I'm a slutty bottom but the only way I'll get hard after hitting the poppers is with a cock ring! I went straight upstairs to see what action was happening and boy was it busy and 'happening' already. There is a communal video room with a fuck bench, several slings, 5 glory holes and 5 private rooms (but they're locked open on cumunion nights to promote group sluttiness!) I went in to a room to live my ass up and I'd barely got the packet opened when a hard top walked in and summoned me to turn around. I quickly turned, lubed my ass and took a few hits of my poppers. He fucked me for a few minutes and a crowd started forming. He moved aside and 3 other tops took it in turns fucking me for a few minutes - sampling my ass but being 'British' enough to understand a queue was forming and they would have to be polite and move along! Haha I walked out of the cubicle and a short older daddy top approached me. Nice big cock - about 7" semi hard. I had a feel and went back in to a cubicle. I had my legs up in the air in a matter of seconds and away he went to work. Pounding me pretty hard - he was about 8-9" hard by now. He asked me if I had any loads up there yet and I said no. He asked me if i wanted his dirty load up my ass to which I replied this neg ass wanted nothing more! After 5-10 mins of fucking and dirty verbal he unloaded in my ass and 2 other tops proceeded to fuck me but neither cum in me - it was still early! I'd been there about 45 mins by now, and had had 7 different cocks in my ass for about 35 of them mins and 1 'dirty load' confirmed! I walked around and there was a decent mixed crowd - a lot of older 'dilf' type guys who are exactly what I usually go for and a fair few younger / middle aged guys. I recognised quite a few from previous cumunions and pleasantries were exchanged. Through the night (I only stayed till midnight but it goes on till 3-4am) I took at least 10 loads and got fucked by at least 25 guys. Some in glory holes, some on the public bench and some in the cubicles with guys peering over and watching. One that stood out was an older tall daddy type guy - late 40's but very 'headmaster hot' if you know what I mean. He had a big 8-9" thick dick and I'd seen him fucking a few guys previously. Boy did he give it to them so I wanted a go too! I took him in to a cubicle and he was already hard. So I took a few hits of poppers and opened my now well lubed and very very cummy ass for him. Did he go to town or what - rammed and slammed my ass with his big daddy dick for 20 mins or so with me begging for his load but he said he wasn't ready! I absolutely loved every minute bouncing on his huge cock though, and he was definitely one of the best fucks I've ever had! As time grew later, some bottoms wanted to load up an ass before they headed off and I willingly obliged, secretly massively turned on that I was their chosen ass after they had been taking loads all night! Over the course of the 4-5 hours I was there, there must have been 100-120 guys in attendance, quite a few supporting big thick dicks in front of them! I ended up topping 2 guys and dumped my load up a very handsome, tall tattooed slutty bottom. Loved fucking his sloppy cummy ass! An excellent night and I'd be very surprised if I came away neg! Although I say that at all the cumunions but still get tested neg - that right guy with a high VL just hasn't come along unfortunately! Any other guys off here go to the UK cumunions?

hot story . i was given .5 slam last weekend and got bred blindfolded n tied up by i dont know how many raw cocks at s hotel room .

I have an anon daddy that calls me from time to time (usually on a lunch break or random hours that he sneaks away from his family). Today he sent me a text that he was horny on his lunch break. So I told him to stop by. I stripped down to a jockstrap unlocked my front door and put on my blindfold (He's bred me a few times now and I haven't actually seen him yet) and got on my knees and waited. After a few minutes I heard him open the door and start walking over to me. He must have been really angry from work today because he was more verbal with me. Duck slapping my face telling me "to do the one this I'm good at" and how I'm "lucky I make a good cum dump". Once his cock was throbbing he turned me around and spit on my ass and started rubbing his head against My hole. "I'm going to pound you like the worthless slut you are" he said as he slid his cock in me, he took no time and just went straight to plowing my ass like a jackhammer. I had asked him to stop and he just leaned and said into my ear "shut up and just take it." Then pushed my head down and fucked even harder until he shot his load in my ass. He pulled out zipped up his pants and left.

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Part 3 After the fourth guy left, I walked over to the bed where you still catching your breath. Since we didn’t have anyone with us for the moment, I took advantage of having a few minutes to make out with you. I climbed on the bed and lay down next to you. You turned on your side towards me and put your arms around me. We held each other for a minute, enjoying the closeness, and we started kissing. Our lips locked and our tongues battled. The fact that you had five poz loads in your ass had us both extremely turned on. We started rolling around on the bed, our hands all over each other’s bodies. Our kisses became hungrier as our passions grew. Both of our cocks were rock hard and leaking, but before we could do anything about it, there was a knock at the door. “FUCK!”, I muttered, but quickly got off the bed to answer the door. After all, this is why we were here. I opened the door to find a tall, thin, blond man. He came in and whistled his appreciation of us both being naked as I closed the door. This was the first guy tonight I hadn’t previously chatted with. He introduced himself as Jon and said he saw one of the ads I’d posted. I shook his hand, “I’m Jim and that hot piece of ass on the bed is Aaron.” Jon wasted no time in stripping his clothes off. Even though he was on the thin side, he had some definition to his chest, arms, and shoulders. He had a dusting of golden fur on his chest and a treasure trail leading down to a thick blond bush and a long, thin cock. As he approached the bed, it started thickening up and got longer. It looked to be about 10 inches. You looked at him with a big grin on your face. “How do you want me, stud?” you asked. He replied, “Let’s have you on your back at the edge of the bed.” You rolled to the end of the bed, got on your back, and lifted your legs in the air. “Like this?” you asked. “Fuck yes, that’s exactly how I like to breed my men. So my poz cum can get in really deep!” You moaned in anticipation, “Oh God yes!” Jon grabbed some lube and slicked his long cock up. He knelt down til he was at the right angle and rubbed his cockhead around on your spread open ass lips. “I’m going in and I’m going in deep” he promised. And he did just that. He shoved the head and several inches inside you. You practically ordered him, “Give me all of that poz cock! I want it!” Without hesitation, he pushed another 3-4 inches in you. You had almost all of him in your ass. He pulled out til just the head was in and pushed back in until his balls touched your ass. He had all 10 inches of his poz cock buried deep inside you. I had been a bystander for the 4 other guys, but after seeing how long his cock was and now seeing it buried inside you, I couldn’t stay away. Plus I was still horned up from our makeout session. I climbed on the bed at your head, directed my cock to your mouth, and took over holding your legs. You loved sucking cock as much as you loved getting fucked and went right at it. My leaking cockhead slipped into your throat as the muscles worked it. Jon had started long dicking your pussy, his balls slapping your ass with every thrust. Every time he bottomed out, you moaned. His long cock was shoving the cum inside you even deeper into you. And we both knew he would be spurting his load deeper than any other that night. We fucked you at both ends, enjoying the way you made our cocks feel. Even though I’d cum in you at the beginning of the night, I could feel my next load churning in my balls. We fell into a rhythm, fucking you silly, loving every second of it. “Fuck that ass,” I told Jon, “get him ready for another poz load.” He joined in, urging me to fuck your throat good and deep. Watching his 10 inch poz cock disappear continually in your used pussy was pushing me over the edge. I didn’t want to cum so quickly, but I couldn’t hold off any longer. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! You’re sucking the cum right out of me!” I cried out. I pulled my cock out til just the head was in your mouth and proceeded to blast my 2nd load of the night in your mouth. “I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” I roared as I shot again and again in your mouth. As soon as I finished shooting my load, I leaned down and kissed you again, tasting my cum as you shared it with me. Jon kept fucking you, going deep every time. He picked up his pace, which told me he was getting close. He started slamming in and out of you, muttering “Fuck yes, goddamn it, gonna shoot, gotta breed you.” We kept kissing, passing my load back and forth when he finally said, “Take my fucking poz cum!” and slammed in you one last time. His toxic cum started pumping deep inside you, really filling you up. He stayed still for quite a while, shot after shot of jizz pumping. We broke off our kiss as he slowly pulled out of you. I could tell from the look on your face that had been a great fuck. Even though he wasn’t really thick, it’s rare to get a cock in you that deep. After he cleaned up, we exchanged numbers so we could play again and he left with a smile on his face. Part 4 cumming soon…….

On Tuesday I went to my gym to work out. This is a straight gym at which there are many hot guys at whom I wouldn't stare, although I do take quick glances in the locker room. A week ago I saw a hot, heavily muscled guy in his mid twenties who was working out. After my workout I went to the sauna steam room. The place was crowded but after a minutes the muscle guy walked in, and to my surprise, out of the corner of my eye I realized he was discretely stroking his cock. He saw me looking and smiled. I returned the smile, but the sauna was too busy to do more than that. After a few minutes I went to the showers and, as is my custom, I didn't bother closing the curtain. Scarcely had I gotten under the water when the muscle guy entered the showers, taking the stall across from mine. He resumed stroking his cock so I stroked mine. As we watched each other, I noticed he had a PA in his cock, which I found somewhat surprising as I had never seen anyone wearing one while at the gym, especially a straight gym. Before long I came, blowing my load in my hand. I swallowed my load - just for his enjoyment, and he gave me a wide smile in approval. That brings me to Tuesday when I again saw him working out, and again, after my workout I entered the sauna, where I found only one guy. No sooner had I entered the sauna when the muscle guy also walked in, and within a minute or so the other guy left, so the muscle guy and I were the only two in the sauna. Muscle guy dropped his towel and I followed suit. He checked to see if anyone was coming, and apparently seeing no one, he ordered me to suck his cock. Of course I complied, PA and all. After a bit he ordered me to stand-up, and he crouched down, sucking my cock. I couldn't believe this is happening in a very straight gym, but I wasn't complaining. After sucking me for a minute or so, he stood-up, and said "I wanna see your ass," so I did an about face and bent over. In no time his raw cock and PA were deep inside my hole, no lube. He fucked me for about two minutes, and then grunted and came in my ass. After he withdrew, we both remarked we couldn't believe what had just happened and, of course, we were both relieved no one came in the sauna. I felt his cum in me the whole way home and all night. I can't wait to get back to the gym.

Just got back from blasting a load inside this 18 year old twink at my apartment complex - it was his first time being rimmed and barebacking and his first time with an "older guy" (I'm 26 and hairy as fuck) and it was my first time wearing a cock ring (a Christmas present to myself, I just don't top often). I went over and we made out for a bit to get him over his nerves, he sucked me hard and I ate him out, lubed up and fucked him nice and slowly so he could feel every vein in my cock. Once he relaxed and opened up I picked up the pace and started jacking him off. It wasn't long until he shot his load up onto his face and chest and I coated his guts with my cum. It was definitely the most fun I've ever had topping, and I think he enjoyed it too. Hopefully we'll do this more often.

I was on BBRTS last night and received a message from a guy saying only "We want to destroy you now." I looked at his profile and he was hot. He was 37 and had a great body. "How many guys?" I asked. "You will find out when you get here," he answered. "What are you after?" I asked. "ou won't have a say in what we do." Now I was horny! I jumped on the subway and headed to the hotel, arriving wet as it was pouring. I made my way to their room. When the door opened I found four gym fit naked guys. 'Fuck', I thought. I took a little drink and stripped, and sat on the face of one of the guys who was laying on his back on the bed. He got to work getting me wet while I went between the other three guys, sucking each guy's cock. Less than five minutes later one guy said in broken English "Now we destroy you." Pushing me onto my back, the guys held me down and pulled my legs up and apart. Then one of the guys thrust his way all the way into my ass and started pounding me. There was no way to stop and there was very little pleasure (at least for me) but at least I knew they weren't joking in saying they would destroy me. The whole session lasted about two hours. They spoke almost entirely in Italian so I had no clue what was coming next, but occasionally they used English, at which time they spouted poz talk and name calling, such as faggot, worthless slut, etc. They took turns with me, and there was quite a bit of ass to month cleaning, a bit of DP as well as face fucking. One after the other each made a final assault on my ass, blowing his load in me. The last guy churned it all up as the sperm flowed down my ass. After he blew I licked his dick clean , and could taste all four loads. Then I collapsed on the bed and they kept fingering some of their loads out of my hole and fed the cum to me. I made a move to jerk off but they stopped me, handed me my clothing, and told me to get lost. Which, of course, I did. Even if my ass is still a bit sore this morning, the experience was totally worth it.

Maybe a controversial choice but the group scene in Freaks 3 (Wurst Film/Dark Alley). Love guys with Mohawks and the bottom takes poz dick like a champ

ABS last night- I saw a really heavyset bearded bald guy all by himself in back corner. He was definitely gruff looking, which thankfully kept the trolls and twinks away from him. I strolled back and nodded, and noticed he had his hand in jeans pocket rubbing his cock. I stood a few feet in front of him, lowered my jeans a bit to expose my ass crack, and leaned onto the wall partition, staring straight ahead at the big video screen in front of room. Sure enough within moments I feel a hand on my ass and a finger finding my prelubed hole. He fingers me a bit and slides my pants down enough for full access. I bend forward a bit more so he knows 100% what I want, and soon am feeling his cock right on my hole. His hands grab my hips and he starts to push in slowly, and I'm sniffing some poppers and enjoying being opened up. He feels thick and keeps sliding in til my ass truly felt full. I never saw it but I'd say he was a good 8 or 9 inches. He bottoms out, and his belly is pressing hard into my back. He starts fucking nice n slow, and reaches around and starts jerking me as he fucks. His thrusts, him jerking me, and the poppers were too much and I start to cum hard, clamping my ass hard around his cock. He speeds up, then thrusts in me one last time before everything stops and I feel his cock spasming inside me. We stand there not moving for a good minute, until his cock slips out of me. Instantly I feel cum running down my thigh. He rubs my stomach and with the other hand feels my cum filled hole, then he zips up and walk s out. As I'm leaving a few minutes later, I see him pulling out of parking lot in a tow truck. Sexy.

I got an email from Antone last night. He and his Dad were going to be home today and wanted to fuck me again. So, at 11:30am this morning, I showed up at their condo. Antone answered the door. He let me in, then said his Dad had some errands he had to run. His Dad was going to try to hurry back and join us, but wasn't sure. But, Antone said one of his Dad's buddies may want to join in if I cool with that? I told him that I probably was interested. And asked about his Dad's friend? Antone said his Dad's buddy, Myron, was a middle aged black guy his Dad worked with at the Casino. He was married, with kids and basically str8. But that had fucked Antone a few times in the past. So, I was cool with that. Antone quickly called his Dad's friend Myron to tell him that I was there and cool with him joining us. He told Myron the door was unlocked. Just come in. Then Antone told me that Myron lived in the same condo complex. He'd be over pretty soon. Antone and I sat on the sofa in the living room and began to kiss. We slowly undressed each other as we made out. Once we were both naked I got down on my knees, between Antone's legs and began to suck his dick. His cock grew to full hardness very quickly. I was really enjoying getting this young 23 year old black kids dick hard in my mouth. While I was feasting on his dick, I heard the door open and close. I didn't look up from my cocksucking to look, but I could hear clothes being removed and tossed to the floor. Soon, I felt a heavy cock being slapped against my cheek and forehead. I came up off of Antone's cock and looked up. A butt ugly, middle aged black dude was standing above me, holding a partially hard, huge, cut big black dick, with low hangers. He was very tall, very thin, a rather unattractive face, but a beautiful, huge and thick cut bbc. I moved my head and opened my mouth for him. Myron quickly put his cock to my lips and I took it into my mouth. I sucked as his cock swelled and grew in my mouth. Myron's cock was getting so big and fat that I was having difficulty taking much more than just the head of his cock in my mouth. Then I took turns moving between Myron's and Antone's cock. Sucking each of them for a few minutes, then switching cocks. Soon, Antone said, "Let's go in the bedroom". We all moved into the bedroom and I assumed my position on the floor, sucking both cocks. Then Antone took hold of my arm and pulled me up. "Get on the bed. I want to eat your ass". I climbed up on the edge of the bed and knelt. Antone knelt behind me on the floor and began to lick my ass. As I said in the earlier post, he's good at ass eating. He got his tongue deep inside me. Then he'd spit and slide the spit up in my hole with his tongue. Myron climbed up on the bed. Got on his hands and knees and backed his ass up to my face. I buried my face in his skinny ass and began to lick his hole. He spread his ass to give me even more access to his hole. I ate his str8 ass like the hungry fag I am. Then I felt Antone stand up behind me and put his cockhead against my ass. He pushed up into me. While he was fucking me, Myron turned and fed me his now rock hard bbc. Myron's cock had grown to about 10" inches. And very, very thick. I did my best to suck him, but couldn't get much into my throat. He fed me his balls and I licked and sucked them. Then Myron scooted around again, putting his ass again up to my face. I ate Myron's ass as Antone fucked me for about 5 minutes, then Myron changed places with him. I grabbed my poppers and took several long, deep sniffs of poppers. I was going to need a lot of help taking Myron's huge, fat, monster dick in me. "Do you have some lube", I asked Antone? "Yeah", Antone said as he pulled some from his nightstand. Antone lubed up my ass and then lubed up Myron's bbc. Then Myron positioned his cock back to my hole. I sniffed more poppers as I felt him begin to slide up into me. DAMN! It burned and hurt as he began to push in me. But, I wasn't going to stop him. I just continued to sniff more poppers. Soon, the pain began to ease and I felt like I was opening up for Myron's bbc. He soon was grabbing me around the waist and pumping hard and deep into me. His huge, low hanging balls were slapping against mine as he pummeled my ass. He was showing no mercy as he rammed deeply into me. I heard a door open and close and footsteps on the hardwood floors. "Enjoying the pussy, Myron?", I heard Antone's Dad, Walt, say. "Fuck, yeah", Myron grunted as he pounded my hole. I could see Antone standing off to my side, stroking his cock as he watched Myron fucking me. Antone's Dad began to undress. Then he walked over to Antone and said "Suck me hard, boy"! Antone dropped to his knees and took his Dad's cock into his mouth. He hungrily worked on his Dad's cock as his Dad's friend, Myron continued to fuck me. Once Antone had done his job of fluffing his Father to full hardness, his Dad said, "My turn". Myron pulled out of me and Walt quickly slammed his bbc up into me. He also showed no mercy as he rammed into me and immediately began to pound me. Myron stepped over to Antone and fed him his cock. Antone hungrily went to work on his Dad's friend's cock. For about 20 minutes Walt and his friend Myron traded places in my ass and in Antone's mouth. Walt was the first to shoot his load in my ass. As soon as he filled my ass, he pulled out of me and moved over to his son to clean his cock with his mouth. Myron soon filled my ass again with his cock. After a few more minutes of fucking, Myron let out a loud grunt and growl as he put his load in my ass. Likewise, he then fed his cock to Antone to clean off with his mouth. As Walt and Myron dressed, Antone then stood behind me and slid his youthful cock into me. He must have been really turned on, because he barely fucked me for a minute, before he grunted and filled my ass with his load. My head was spinning from all the poppers I'd been having to sniff, to be able to accommodate those massive cocks. I collapsed onto the bed and tried to catch my breath. "Good boy", Antone's Dad said to him as he kissed Antone. "Now, eat his ass. There's a lot of cum in there for you". I raised back onto my knees and Antone knelt behind me. He spread my ass and began to suck on my hole. He licked and sucked at my hole as he sucked in as much of the mixture of cum that he could feast on. While Antone was eating the spunk from my hole, I heard Myron say, "Thanks guys. Call me next time", and I heard him walk to the front door and exit the condo. "Thanks" was all I heard the Dad say as he also left the room. Antone soon left my ass and laid on the bed, next to me. We kissed and he fed me some of the cum he still had in his mouth. "Holy FUCK!" I said to him. "This is all so fuckin' amazing", I said. "Cool". "Glad you have fun. Dad likes your ass, too. We'll do it again". We both walked into the living room, where our clothes were tossed on the floor, where we had left them. Walt was sitting on the sofa, naked. He had some str8 porn on the TV, his cock still hard and stroking his big cock. I walked over to him and dropped to my knees. I sucked on his cock for a few minutes, then he lifted his legs. I licked his ass for about 5 minutes. Then he told me to kneel on the sofa. He again slid up into me. He fucked me for about 10 minutes. Then said, "I don't think I can cum again. But, I want your ass again, dude". I got up. "You got it, buddy. My ass is yours and your son's any time". I dressed and left as Antone and his Dad, Walt sat naked on the sofa, continuing to watch the str8 porn. FUCK! I will definitely be their white hole to fill, whenever they want me.

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

If I take his cock bareback, then it's implied consent from me that he can cum inside me if he wants. Of course if he's fucking me bareback, then I'm usually begging him to cum. If I wasn't willing to take his load, then I would have never let him in bare in the first place. As for blow jobs... it's just rude to the man to not to let him cum in my mouth. It's also disrespectful of me not swallow his load. If he chooses to pull out and shoot all over my face, that's completely up to him.

Happy Friday, Pervs. New account but not new to the site. (Couldn't remember password, and think the email acct tied to it is my former ISP. "When it rains, it pours." Even then, Mother Nature only gives you the clear stuff (that bitch!). I think she's still pissed about that whole "Chiffon" affair back in the 70's/ But I digress...in case you hadn't noticed.) Back to the Topc at hand. I think it might be easier to count my straight relatives at this point. Besides me, I have a gay brother and a gay sister (3 out of 5 kids, in order of M-het, M-het*, M-gay, F-gay, Me-gay). My nephew (son of 2nd oldest) , who we pretty much suspected, actually came out after a few drinks at my niece's wedding reception (daughter of oldest bro). He was about 26 at the time. I happened to be away from the table when it occurred. It was actually facilitated by from my sister's partner/wife of about 22 years (at the time). (Yep, lesbians do next for life. They've been together since '86. Married since about 2005.) Then again, Carol is ex Naval Reserves Captain. It went something like, "So Mike, you got a girlfriend?" Nope. "Are ya gay?" Yep. "Cool. Let's drink to that." When I finaly made it back to the table, one of them said "We just confirmed what we already knew. Mike's gay. (Again, non shock.) But he was pretty happy, since he already knew his father's family was just littered with homos. I also have two gay cousins, one of whom is a Priest. Yeah, that one came as a real non-shock, since we all knew he was gay long before leaving for the Semen-ary. I fooled around with a couple of other cousins when we were younger, but it was only a couple of times. They both did the wife & kid thing. As for the asterisk on the 2nd oldest brother (gay nephew's father), I sucked him off a bunch of times before he was married. He's about 9 years older than me. He was the black sheep of the family. His best bud was Budweiser or anything like it. He was always getting kicked out of the house for being a bum, losing jobs, stealig from my Mom, etc During those times, if he couldn’t find a place to crash, at one of that night’s drinking buddies’, he’d come home after the bar closed, drunk of course, and sneak into the basement to sleep on the couch we had down there. Since my bedroom window was right next to the bulkhead door, I’d usually hear him stumbling in. I’d already fantasied about sucking him off. But I wasn’t sure if he’d even get hard being so drunk. I figured if he woke up and told me to fuck off, he’d be too drunk to do anything about it right then. And hopefully he might not remember the next day. When I finally decided I was gonna go for it, I waited about a half-hour to be sure he’d be asleep. I snuck down there and started playing with his cock.(Loose jeans, no belt, no underwear) It was a decent size even soft. Kind of spongy feeling to it. Surprisingly, it was only a minute or two when it started to get hard. And at the same time, I felt him move, and I knew he was awake. And all he said was, “If you’re gonna suck it, get to it.” And I did. It only took him about 3 minutes before he shot a decent sized load in my mouth. I swallowed and kept his cock in my mouth, not moving, but just kinda enjoying the fact that it was still there. I knew he was done when he just rolled away from me, facing the back of the couch and pulled his blanket over him. (Skipping over all the “thoughts” after I got back to bed, etc) Anyway, that happened just about every time he slept in the basement. By then, he knew to expect me. (I eventually figured out why he had no problem with it. Being the drunk that he was, even if a chick might have been interested in hooking up, it wasn’t gonna happen till closing time. And by that time, he was too hammered to interest them. Any offer to take him home meant they’d drop him off at our house, since we were only about 8 blocks from his favorite bar.) When winter came and it was too cold to sleep in the basement, I told him to just knock on my bedroom window, and I’d let him climb in and sleep on my bedroom floor…provided he paid his rent first. LOL I used to joke that he paid his rent, COD “(Cum On Delivery”) of said bedroom floor. What was the question again? Something about people caling there’s no “gay gene”? Yeah, just cuz you haven’t found it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist Anyway, that’s my (much longer than I planned on) story, and since it's all true, I’m stickin’ to it! Again, "Happy Friday, Pervs!"

Part 11 The guy standing next to Eric as they watched Cory breed Bobby with his poz seed told Eric that Cory better enjoy this fuck because it's the last time he'll ever top. Eric noticed the guy earlier and didn't know him and expected he was with one of his friends guests but was surprised to learn he had come with Cory. They were a Daddy/boy couple and Cory had only recently tested poz after having taken his Daddy's poz loads for nearly a year. Daddy or Earl, was the only man to have ever fucked Cory and did so the first night after introducing the kid to Tina. He told Cory that if he was to be his boy that no one else could fuck him nor could he fuck anyone else until he tested poz. Once he tested he would poz another boy then he would never fuck again and would become a cumdump for Earl, his friends and anyone else that wanted him. Earl told Eric that he would get Cory fixed so that he'll stay a submissive bottom. Eric asked if he meant to fix him ike a dog. Earl said no that Cory's balls would stay intact but he was getting him fixed chemically. The same drug used for sexual deviants which would prevent erections or ejaculation. A buddy of Earl's had told him about and had used it on his boy. It sounded severe but Earl told him it was prescribed to children to stop puberty if it started too soon. And since Cory was only 5'6" and 110 pounds it would make him stay a boy. Eric asked if Earl was ready to make Cory a cumdump and slam him up like Bobby. Earl pulled out an eyeglass case and showed Eric that he came prepared to turn Cory into a fucked up fucktoy if Eric was ok with another bottom boy and Eric told him as long as he could use Cory too. Earl called Cory over and strapped the boy's arm as he told him it was time for him to stop pretending he was a top and become the boy he really is. As Earl was giving Cory his treat he told Eric that the most he ever slammed Cory with was .4 but this is .6 and he was fixed too. Earl then told Cory welcome to the rest of your life. Cory coughed hard and heard loud ringing then drifted away into a place where all he felt was pleasure. Eric and Earl watched the boy cough, shake then settle down and saw drool coming from his mouth and his hard cock disappeared and now looked like it would forever. Earl rolled Cory onto his belly and told Eric he was his to enjoy. The boy looked completely out of it which didn't turn Eric on but the boy's ass was calling him and he liked knowing that his cock was only the second one to breed the boy. Eric leaned over the boy as he wanted to have his tongue in the boy's mouth as he pushed his cock into the tight little hole. As Eric touched his face Cory opened his eyes and saw Eric on top of him and softly asked him if he was going to fuck him and Eric smiled and pushed the head of his cock into the boy and then told Cory he wasn't just going to fuck him but he was going to breed him and turn his tight little boyhole into a cunt. Eric lowered his head and got his tongue into the boy's mouth as he bottomed out in his ass. Shaun overhead two very hot older men talking about how they liked to fuck men and not these hairless little twinks. Shaun's hole was getting horny watching Bobby and Cory get fucked and he was ready for his turn and went to his room and put on some leather including his favorite jock and then approached the two daddies. He saw them checking him out as he got closer and knew he made the right impression. They knew Shaun was Eric's boy but had never met. Shaun asked if they could help him. One of them said only if you help us and grabbed his crotch. Shaun told him that if he'd help him carry another sling in then restrain him in it and slam him up they could do whatever they wanted. The men were speechless for a moment so Shaun added that was unless they wanted the little boys instead. Both men grabbed Shaun and told him to show them this sling. As Earl saw Eric take Cory he went to Bobby. Another guy was getting his nut in Bobby and when he pulled out Earl didn't let the boycunt close before he pushed in to his balls. His cock wasn't the thickest but it was the longest yet in Bobby at just over nine inches. He told Bobby to look at Eric and Cory and told him that Cory was going to be a cumdump and that Bobby was the last boy that Cory would ever top. He told him that Cory filled him with a massive toxic load and when we slam you again your getting his blood too. Bobby said he was happy that Cory choose him and hoped they could play with each other later with dildos. Earl asked if Bobby was going to breed a neg boy too and enjoyed hearing that Bobby never would fuck or use his boycock for anything other than pissing or having it hurt. He told Earl he wanted to be the best boy ever for Eric and Shaun and when they told him he was there boy he knew he didn't need to be a man and he liked feeling like a little boy again for his brother and little boys don't cum. Earl asked if Cory looked hot drooling like a baby and Bobby started sucking his thumb and nodded so Earl told him he could slam him hard and also make sure his clit wouldn't get hard nor cum but he'd be able to orgasm again and again. Bobby now sucking his thumb harder nodded to Earl. Earl told Bobby he needed to ask Eric if he could get what Cory got. Bobby called Eric and said, "Daddy, could Daddy Earl give me the same as Cory, please Daddy." Eric didn't know if Bobby understood what he was asking for but decided it didn't matter and also loved hearing Bobby ask like a child. Earl then told Eric that Bobby would only be fixed for three or four months and you can decide then if you want to do it to him again. Earl got the rig ready as Eric pulled out of Cory and got between Bobby's legs. He grabbed bobby's junk and asked him if he was going to grow up and find boys like Cory to breed. Bobby said he wanted to be his brother's and Eric's little boy forever and didn't want to ever grow up. Eric told him that Cory was going to be a boy forever and that Earl was never going to let him cum again and was actually going to make Cory's dick become like a real boys. Eric asked Bobby if he wanted to give up cumming forever too. Bobby told Eric that he wanted to be his boy forever and would do anything. He admitted to dreaming of having it cut off but didn't want to be a girl. Bobby cried that he wanted to be a real boy like before Shaun moved away. Earl asked Eric if he was ready and Eric told Bobby that he was going to be a boy again and told Earl to slam him. Eric put his thumb in bobby's mouth and Bobby started to suck it as Earl slammed him and Eric told Bobby he loved his little boy. Bobby soon stopped sucking and coughed and then his eyes rolled back and his head turned and drool ran out. Eric asked Earl if he wanted to fuck Bobby and Earl told him he should breed Cory at the same time. Shaun saw and heard his brother tell Eric he wanted to be little again and Shaun wished he could fuck Bobby right then but he was about to get slammed and then fucked too. He was happy his little brother came to visit and that he would always be his little brother. The end

A gay uncle - by marriage, not blood. He came out late in life. And my gay son.

Part 9 Eric and Shaun swapped places and Shaun had Bobby clean his cock as Eric fingered the boy. Shaun held Bobby's head because he knew Bobby would like it and he told Eric how much Bobby wanted to be held so Eric put his arm around Bobby and squeezed him tight as he fingered him. Shaun asked Bobby if he was happy being held by his two men and Bobby went into another orgasm which answered the question. His cock started to get hard so he slowly fucked his little brother's throat and held his head as he told Eric all that he learned about Bobby. Eric listened and then teased Bobby about his wanting to be seduced, chemmed and pozzed. Bobby purred like a kitten in response. Eric sent Shaun to get cleaned up and get the place ready as he talked to Bobby and decided what the future would be. Since Bobby liked being the innocent boy Eric told him that he was to be their little boy and he put Bobby's thumb into his mouth and told him that Shaun and he would be his new parents and would hold and love him, Bobby again went into his orgasmic convulsions but didn't cum as his cock had already gone dry. Eric told him that he looked like a real boy since he couldn't cum and told him he was never ever to jerk off again and certainly would never top. If Bobby touched himself then he'd be put in chastity. Eric told him that on his birthday he wanted Bobby to be fucked by 21 guys, one for each year. Bobby assumed that meant tomorrow and didn't know that tonight at midnight it would happen. Seeing how Bobby knew and wanted to be corrupted Eric told him that he'd find some nice babysitters to watch him and he better be a good boy or he'd tell the babysitters they could spank him. Eric decided he'd keep Bobby spun all night but not completely twisted and set up a pipe and gave it to Bobby. As Bobby smoked Eric told him that even though he was nearly a 21 year old man that he was to emotionally and in his behavior become a little boy in his head. He should always suck his thumb at home when he didn't have a cock or pipe in it. As a little boy you'll do what your Daddy or big brother say even if you're scared Eric told him and saw the boy's eyes show he was high again and he had Bobby get on the floor on his knees and told Bobby to be a good boy and drink as he started pissing down the boy's throat. Bobby was rubbing his hole with his thumb as he drank his Daddy's piss and Eric told him that when he wasn't sucking his thumb he should put it in his boypussy. Bobby loved being used but didn't like the taste but told himself that there were probably more things Eric or Shaun wanted that he wouldn't like but he knew he could do it because he wanted to be their boy. Eric knew they'd all have fun together and wanted to spend a few minutes with Shaun so he sent Bobby to the shower and told him not to come out until every hair except his head, eyebrows and eyelashes was gone. Bobby walked to the bathroom and Eric saw he was again sucking his thumb and hoped one day soon to find the boy doing so in his sleep. Shaun was setting up the bar as Eric walked up behind him and put his right arm around him as he held out the pipe in his left and told Shaun to keep smoking until it was done. As Shaun smoked Eric told him he loved him and how much fun they were going to have with Bobby. Eric told him he was a man and his lover but Bobby was their boy and he'd love him too but Shaun was his number one. Eric knew over the next few weeks and maybe longer he'd spend a lot of time with Bobby and wanted Shaun to feel secure. By the time Shaun set the pipe down Eric was ready and pushed him against the wall and pushed down his shorts and smiled as he slid into Shaun's ass as he knew he would be prelubed. Eric stroked Shaun as he fucked him and told him he was never to stroke Bobby. Eric came quickly and after having Shaun clean his cock he dropped to his knees and blew Shaun. Shaun was so excited that he shoot off quickly and then Eric stood up and kissed Shaun and shared his load with him. Eric filled in Shaun on the plans for the night then went and got his party supplies ready as Shaun finished setting up for the party. Bobby shaved his body and found he liked the smooth look and knew he'd never look like a man all shaved and smiled because he was a happy boy. He was about to piss in the shower as he always did but instead he laid down and pissed towards his face and got some in his mouth and swallowed it but wished it was Eric's. After drying off he walked to his room naked and saw Shaun sitting there with a pile of clothes. Shaun dressed his little brother just as he did when they were younger. Bobby loved the attention his brother made to the little details. He put him in tight white boys briefs and when Bobby saw himself in the mirror sucking his thumb and wearing just a white T-shirt tucked into the white briefs he got excited and as Shaun brought a polo shirt he saw the boy cock was chubby and growing and actually looked massive in the size 14 briefs he stopped and rubbed Bobby's crotch making the boy moan. He then told his brother to lift his arms and put the shirt on him and then whispered into his ear that he needed to learn to ignore his cock and only think of other men's cocks and his boypussy. Bobby for the first time realized that his cock wasn't going to give him pleasure and asked if it was ok to hurt it and Shaun said he was sure they could do that. Just as Shaun picked some tight jeans Eric came in and gave him a butt plug and said he wanted Bobby's boypussy plugged all the time. The plug wasn't big but had a real thin neck making it comfortable for longtime use. Shaun had Bobby pull his briefs down to his thighs and then bent him over the bed and told Bobby to lick the plug and Shaun licked his hole. He couldn't believe how much he wanted to eat his brother all day and regretted not doing it years ago. Eric passed Shaun a shard and said that should keep his pussy hungry for a while and said he needed to leave the room before he mounts the boy again. Bobby enjoyed knowing that Eric wanted him. Shaun pushed the shard in then the plug and had Bobby stand and pulled up his briefs. After the jeans went on Bobby started wiggling his ass showing the bump was working. Between his tight jeans, bubble butt and his wiggling Shaun thought he looked like a walking advertisement for legalizing raping boys. Shaun smiled and thought the guys tonight were going to love his little brother and he got his worn Yankees cap and placed it on Bobby and told him to stay in his room until he or Eric got him. When Shaun found Eric in the kitchen he told him Bobby was dressed but he had him wait in his room. If I stayed near him for another minute I was gonna rip his clothes off and fuck him again. Eric was amazed at how much Bobby brought out the top in Shaun and decided to remind him that like Bobby he was a sub for Eric and he told Shaun to pull both of their pants down. He spun Shaun around and bent him over and spit on his hole then he pushed a shard in and two fingers pushed it deep, then he had Shaun pull up his pants and get back on his knees and suck Eric's black tool. Eric told Shaun that he could fuck Bobby tonight in front of everyone but otherwise he too was going to be a cumdump. Tonight both of you will be knocked up and then bobby's pussy will become a hole for all of our friends but your pussy is for me only. But since he knew how hungry Shaun could get he wanted the two brothers to use double headed dildos together often and maybe even tonight they could put on a show. Eric didn't cum as he wanted to save it for later but he spit in Shaun's mouth just before the first guest arrived. As Shaun went to the door Eric went to get Bobby but first grabbed a pipe. Bobby was lying on his bed and looked so young and innocent he made Eric hard again instantly. As he rubbed his crotch he saw Bobby stare at it and asked the boy if he had rubbed his own but Bobby told him he didn't and he loved wiggling his butt with the plug in it. Eric told Bobby to sit up and handed him the pipe and told him to use it. Once Bobby had taken two hits Eric took the pipe away and said that's enough for now and that the first guest arrived. They walked hand in hand to join Shaun and their guest.

Part 8 Bobby told Shaun that their new neighbor, Mr Johnson, was a football coach in a high school in the next town and everyone called him coach. Many nights Bobby would go to sleep dreaming that he was in coach's arms. Bobby grew up sheltered and didn't know how a man like coach could use him but liked dreaming of being on his knees blowing the coach, being fucked on his belly, getting spanked on the coach's lap but mostly having the coach hold him and tell him he was his little boy. But last year he finally got a cellphone and could access the internet in privacy. The second night he found breedingzone and the next night he read "Seduced, Chemmed, and Pozzed by My Wrestling Coach", written by rawrawraw76 and that night dreamed the neighbor, Mr Johnson, seduced, chemmed and pozzed him. The dream scared Bobby for days until the next time he saw his neighbor and as he looked at him he knew he'd let him do it and knew he'd be happy being his boy. A couple of weeks later he heard that his neighbor got married and his new bride had moved in. Bobby cried that night knowing his dream wouldn't come true. Shaun told his little brother he was happy to share Eric with him and they fell into each other's arm and made out intensely and then pushed the cummy toys into each other as they continued to kiss. When Eric woke up he found the two brothers still holding each other but now sleeping. He carefully separated them and carried Bobby out of the room and into his room. As he laid the boy down he saw his cummy boyhole and knew he had many guys cum in him and likely some of it was toxic got him very horny. Knowing that Shaun had to have given them both pills to be able to sleep he could fuck the sleeping boy hard and make sure his cum was the cum to get into his blood. Eric fingered Bobby's tight little hole and scratched in good then lined up his dripping cock to that hole and slammed into it and rooted to boy the way he liked to and hoped to do often. As he fucked him he whispered into the boy's ear that he was now a cumdump slut like his brother and that his little boy ass was now a boypussy and being a pussy would be fucked full of cum daily. Eric wished the boy was awake for his breeding but then again he knew that when he slammed the boy at the party he still wouldn't remember. When he was ready to cum he squeezed and held the boy tight which was probably what Bobby was dreaming about. As he withdrew his cock he saw some red streaks and hoped his DNA would mix with his new boy's. Eric showered and went out to get items for the party. What neither of the brothers knew was the party was tonight and once midnight passed and Bobby's birthday was reached then the real party would start. He called his friends that weren't at the club last night to invite them then called the ones that were there to remind them. As he returned from his dealer, the market and liquor store the doorman saw the cab driver get all the bags out so the doorman told Cory to help Eric bring everything up. In the elevator Cory asked how Bob was enjoying his visit. Eric had always wanted to get into Cory's tight pants but didn't want to create a problem however it was clear to him that Cory was interested in little Bobby. Eric told him that "Bob" was from a strict family and being here with him and his brother was the best thing for him and that he would be moving in with them too. He could see that Cory's cock had hardened knowing that Bobby was staying. "Cory, I think you might like him" Blushing, Cory nodded as the elevator arrived at the floor. Eric thought that it would be hot to have both Cory and Bobby side by side, chemmed up and being bred all night. They carried the bags into the kitchen and Eric told Cory that tonight they were having a small party for Bobby's birthday and as he said party he pulled a big package of Tina and put it on the table and continued to then pull out his cash to tip Cory but he was watching Cory and saw the reaction he was hoping for as Cory saw the Tina. Eric then rubbed his crotch and asked Cory if he wanted to be a special guest and help him show Bobby how to be a good party boy for him and his friends. Cory nodded but couldn't stop looking at Eric's crotch as Eric stroked the huge hard lump. Eric lifted Cory's face and told him to be there at 10, Cory again nodded and then left and it was Eric's turn to stare as he watched the bubble butt in the kid's tight pants and smiled at how good his life was. Eric checked on his boys and then laid down with Bobby for a nap knowing he'd get no sleep tonight. He pulled Bobby into his arms and held him tight like a teddy bear and fell asleep. A smile and quiet sigh came from Bobby as his dream came true and Eric fell asleep thinking about seducing, chemming and pozzing the boy not knowing that the boy was likely dreaming the same thing. Bobby woke up first and felt he was being held and thought it was his brother but when he saw the strong black arm he gasped realizing it was Eric and then his whole body shook in orgasm but it felt different. Eric woke feeling the boy shake and asked if he just jerked off and Bobby quietly said no, Eric said it felt like you were cumming and Bobby said he did but when he woke up in Eric's arm it happened. Eric reached down to Bobby's cock and it was dry and Eric got so excited knowing the boy came like a little boy just because he was in his arms. Feeling Eric's hard cock near his hole got Bobby wiggling to get it into him. Eric had already bred the boy in his sleep and planned on doing it again tonight after he slammed the boy but here now he could breed the boy willingly but he wanted the boy to take it knowing that he was getting pozzed too. Since Eric hadn't spoken with Shaun yet he didn't know that Bobby wanted to be pozzed. Eric reached into the bedstand drawer and got the T-lube and a nice sized shard. He set the shard down but poured out some of his special lube and brought his fingers to Bobby's hole. Again holding the boy he told him to ask to have his hole fingered, and Bobby remembered last night and said, "Daddy, finger my boypussy". Hearing the boy call him Daddy and his ass a boypussy even without chems made Eric want him even more. He wanted to wait until tonight but he knew he couldn't wait that long as his fingers were being sucked inside. He relubed a couple times and then reached over for the shard and pushed it into the boy. Bobby felt the chems and was excited that Eric was chemming him and knew he was going to get fucked soon. Eric asked Bobby if that was cum in his boypussy and Bobby told him that Shaun gave him some rubbers full of cum. Eric said if he kept doing that he'd eventually get something he might not want but Bobby told him he wasn't concerned because he knew both his Daddy and his big brother would take care of him. Eric wished he heard the boys earlier but thought Bobby was ready when he pushed his cock in slowly until he was completely in and then told Bobby if he was really ready to get pozzed he should tell him to do it. Bobby convulsed and Eric held him tight as Bobby already having an orgasm asked his Daddy to poz him. As Bobby finished asking his orgasm got stronger and was Eric started fucking him Bobby screamed and his cock started to shoot even though no one touched it. Eric loved Shaun and would always but he knew he was never going to let Bobby go either. He know had a lover and a pussyboy and once he got both pozzed up then no one other than him would ever breed Shaun again but everyone could breed his new boy. Bobby was either moaning, begging or having another orgasm as Eric fucked him and held him and after only five minutes told Bobby he was pozzing him as he shot into the boy's hot and tight pussy and as Eric expected that triggered another orgasm from Bobby. Shaun had woke up when Bobby first screamed and stood and watched his man turn his little brother into a pussyboy. Some guys might have gotten jealous but Shaun's love for Eric grew as he watched him take care of Bobby. Once Eric loosened his hold of Bobby he saw Shaun and told him it was his turn to show Bobby what his life was going to be like. Eric got off the bed and Shaun got on and keeping Bobby on his side he pushed his cock into his brother and pulled him tight and told him that he dreamed of this day which sent Bobby into another orgasm. Eric let Bobby finish his orgasm then climbed on the bed pushing his cum, anal juice and bloody cock into Bobby's mouth. Bobby sucked it clean and had another but smaller and certainly dry orgasm as he realized what a dirty piggy boy he was.

Thanks. As you can see from my profile pic I love ink too. I have a lot of it. Heavily inked guys get me boned too. I'm working on the next chapter. Will post it ASAP. I'm also working on another story with a different twist to it. Glad you enjoy em. I do appreciate the feedback.

Part 6 Eric and Shaun got home just before sunrise and Eric needed some sleep but first he gave Shaun a smaller slam to make sure he was twisted and would corrupt his little brother and Viagra so he'd stay hard. They had already agreed that Bobby would live with them and that he was gonna be a total bottom slut. Eric turned on the cameras and told Shaun what to do and then set his alarm for noontime and quickly crashed as he dreamed about his boys. Shaun got everything ready then he climbed in the bed with his sleeping brother. Bobby woke up as he felt Shaun touching him. When Shaun saw his eyes open he kissed his brother and they French kissed like lovers. "Did you enjoy yourself last night, Bobby?" "I wished it never ended, I don't even remember falling asleep." "Do you want to be me and Eric's boy?" "Fuck yeah but can I live with you? I can't go home now, I need you." "If you stay you will do what you are told." "I'll do anything you and Eric want just let me stay with you guys." Shaun picked up the glass pipe and told his brother to smoke it until he said to stop. As Bobby smoked away he watched as Shaun pulled out his plug and saw the cum dripping out. Shaun told him that after he fell asleep that they went to a sex club and for hours men fucked and filled him with cum. Bobby watched as Shaun kept sucking on his fingers that he would shove up his cummy hole and Bobby wanted them. He told him he didn't know how many guys came in him and soon you'll be a cumdump too. Bobby finished the pipe and Shaun brought his cum covered finger to Bobby's mouth and when Bobby sucked them he knew his brother was ready. Shaun told Bobby to remove his butt plug and Shaun lifted the boy's legs and ate out the puffy hole. Bobby reached for his cock and Shaun stopped him and told him to concentrate on his boyhole. They kissed and Shaun fingered his brother. Bobby felt his boyhole tingle and started shaking his ass as the feeling got stronger and his brother kept fingerring him until his first cumless anal orgasm roared through his body. "That's a good boy, getting off on me finger fucking your boyhole. Bobby, feel this." And Shaun pushed another finger in and poked the boy's prostate sending him into a bigger orgasm that kept getting stronger until his soft little cock shot out its seed. Bobby hugged Shaun and thanked him and told him he loved him. Shaun told him he loved him too but said there was no need to thank him at least not yet. He explained that a bottom boy could cum over and over again although usually dry so sex doesn't end at orgasm as long as it's from your hole you can keep going. Bobby told him he never would touch his cock again and only wanted anal orgasms. Shaun told him he had to take care of his hole and then led him to the bathroom and showed him how to clean himself out and shave completely. The best part is feeding your hole he told his anxious little student then led him back to the bedroom and put on some backback breeding orgy porn. Shaun then gave his brother a much larger bump and then placed on the bed some dildos, lube and some condoms full of cum. He opened the package of lube and spread it on the smallest dildo and pushed it into his brother who started to ride it immediately like a good boy. Then he picked up the medium dildo and opened a condom spreading the cum all over the dildo then pushing it into his own hole. He told his brother that once your hole gets use to cum it wants more so he always picks up some used condoms at the bathhouses. Shaun told Bobby that if he stayed he'd have to take every cock and load of cum that either he or Eric told him. Bobby agreed and was twitching his ass indicating that the bump was hitting him hard. They watched the video as guy after guy bred a smooth twink boy. Bobby was really getting into the video and was so high he needed more than the small dildo and was eyeing the huge one and the condoms. Seeing how hungry his little brother was he got him to easily agree to the other rules Eric wanted. Bobby asked his brother to fuck him but Shaun told him that he had to wait until his party tomorrow but he could use the big dildo but first he had to suck the cum out of one of the strangers condoms and then use another to lube the dildo. Shaun nearly came as he saw Bobby grab and rip a condom open with his teeth and swallow the load that was probably toxic. Bobby then grabbed another condom and ripped it open and coated the big dildo then hanged out the small one and shoved in the big one. Shaun was amazed how far the boy had changed in less than a day. He picked up the smaller dildo Bobby had used and brought it to the boy's lips and loved hearing and seeing his brother start orgasming as it entered his mouth.

Part 5 Looking at the naked passed out innocent boy gave Eric a thrill knowing how much he'd corrupt the little fellow this week. Eric had seen pictures of the boy and knew if they ever meant he would make the boy beg to be bred by him just as he got Shaun to do so. He wanted Shaun from the moment they met but he fell in love before he got to breed the older brother which made him want to protect Shaun. Eric had dozens of men fuck Shaun raw and breed him but he never let a poz guy do it. Eric became poz a few years ago and as a top assumed it happened from a shared needle. His meds worked great and he had been undetectable the entire time he was with Shaun so Shaun was still neg but not for long. Two weeks ago he stopped taking his pills and he wanted to get his DNA running through both brothers. Eric's cock was covered in precum and he wiped it up with a finger and pushed it into Bobby's ass which soon would be converted to a pussy dripping with cum. He could hear Shaun moaning as his lover was fucking himself with a huge toy and he wanted to wait but couldn't as he climbed on top of the sleeping boy. Knowing how strong the knock out pill was he spit on the boy's hole and slammed into him. If Bobby was awake he'd be screaming but he barely even moved as Eric fucked him hard. Eric needed to cum but wanted the boy's first breeding to happen with him begging so he pulled out and smiled seeing the boy's bloody hole. Eric had Shaun join his and told Shaun to lick his brother's hole clean and as Shaun did Eric got on top of him and fucked him hard but Shaun's boypussy was use to it and opened up. As Eric got close to cumming he whispered into Shaun's ear that soon they will be turning his innocent little brother into a cumdump and that his tight little hole was going to be wrecked. He then told Shaun that he stopped taking his meds and tonight he planned to make sure he pozzed Shaun and that on Bobby's birthday he was gonna poz him too. Eric told Shaun to beg for his poz seed and Shaun surprised him by not only begging but thanking him at the same time. Squeezing Shaun tight Eric bred his lover with what he hoped was his toxic seed. He told him that he owed him now and he loved him. Shaun licked Eric's cock clean as Eric fingered Shaun's cummy boypussy and then Bobby's. Shaun then was sent to clean himself inside and out and Eric got a large butt plug and plugged the sleeping boy. Eric took Shaun to the bathhouse and once in their room had Shaun in the sling. "Tell me who owns you boy" "You own me" "Tell me you want to be mine forever" "I want to be yours forever" "I have protected you since we met but I have also denied letting you become the complete slut you should be. Tonight you will become that slut and on Bobby's birthday so will he." Eric then slammed Shaun and opened the door and for the next four hours watched 17 men breed him. During that time Eric also made plans with his friends for Bobby's party.

I have cheated in every relationship. Love the thrill and excitement. Can't stay monogamous

MAL Leather Slave’s Reward - The Stealth Bomber, Episode 4:– Slave #1-2014. The bloodied cotton square is safely secured to the index card and placed in my treasure chest. Another negative ass has been infected, and 2014 is off to a great start. Washington, DC, provides many opportunities for stealthing and infecting negative ass. Lots of business travellers, college kids, tourists, government-related workers and officials, the list goes on and on, but there is one group that I always find a challenge and that is the leather crowd at the annual Mid-Atlantic Leather (MAL) Convention that is held every year in January. Now, there are cum slut bottoms galore at MAL, fuck just walk through the hotel and you can find bottoms with their doors open and asses up for any dick that will mount them. But for me, that’s too easy and most of those dumb cunts are already POZ, so I go on the hunt for the rare leather species – the negative leather bottom – and Friday night I tracked and bagged my latest prize. There are several websites where people attending MAL typically post messages looking to set up connections and as I scoured and trolled them there was one that caught my eye. A leather bear daddy was bringing his slave to MAL for the first time and wanted to find a ‘safe’ top to share him with, also for the first time. They were both negative, the slave was in his mid-20’s, new to the leather scene, and the leather bear was clearly trying to still have fun while protecting his slave from the hungry wolves. Perfect. We exchanged several emails to discuss what we each got into, how big my dick was as the leather bear’s was average so they wanted someone well hung to work the slave’s hole, did we only play safe, our status and of course I assured him I was negative and played only safe. Bullshit. Yet, as always, the asshole believed me and so we agreed to meet early Friday evening to help get their weekend to DC started right. The leather bear daddy wanted also wanted to be a sub/cuckold and be ordered to sit and watch as another top used his slave so to prepare for the big night I polished up my black boots, pulled out my bag of paddles and other toys, and let my balls churn my toxic load into a thick heavy cream, and did not jack off or fuck any ass for 5 days. I could almost taste my own jizz every time my dick twitched because my nutts were so swollen and full. At 6:30 p.m. I made my way through the lobby of the MAL host hotel, acknowledging some of the looks and stares I got, dismissing others, and making a mental note of one or two slut looking bottoms I may want to sniff out later if things did not go as planned. But I’m the Stealth Bomber, things ALWAYS go as planned. I knocked on the hotel room door and the slave opened it immediately. The slave boy was cute, scruffy looking, average body, and was wearing a thick leather collar with a chain that dragged on the floor. His eyes were downcast so I slapped his face and pushed him aside as I walked into the room, knowing his cheek was stinging good right now and his eyes had teared up a bit. As I had ordered, the leather bear daddy was sitting in a chair close to the door, the only light in the room was from the fixture by the door to the room, casting much of the room in a dim glow and dark shadows. The daddy’s head turned, his eyes gleamed, his mustached lips trembled a bit as he saw me, and he jacked his dick frantically in anticipation. I stopped in front of him and SLAPPED his face too and said, “Don’t forget who’s in charge tonight. Did I say you could touch your dick yet? Fucking sit there, and watch.” The leather bear daddy’s eyes were alight with fire now, anger and desire mixed, but he nodded and set his hands on the arms of the chair. I proceeded to the far side of the bed where he could not see, set my bag down, pulled out my cotton squares and a few other essentials. I flung a box of condoms onto the bed, a bottle of lube, a leather paddle, a hand towel, walked back around the end of the bed and said to the leather daddy, “You fucking stink. If you’re going to stay and watch me use your slave you need to take a good shower, or you can leave and can come back when I call you.” The leather bear opened his mouth to object, thought better of it, nodded, got up, and walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and I soon heard the water running. The slave was still standing near the door, so I walked over, scooped the chain up, led him towards the bed, dropped the chain, and with my left hand reached out and stroked his dick which made him jump. He had a pretty good size dick for a bottom and he looked at me in confusion. I lowered my voice and whispered, “I bet your master doesn’t let you cum often does he? Here, put one of these condoms on your dick and jack yourself off. I’ll then put it in my bag and he will never know. I want you to have pleasure in this too and it will be our little secret. It’ll make my big dick really hard to see you jack off and I know you like having a big dick up your ass don’t you?” The slave smiled, nodded his head anxiously, I could see his hunger for my dick. I reached over, grabbed the box of condoms, tore one open and handed it to him. He slipped it over his dick, furiously jerking himself, as I leaned back in and said, “We don’t have much time. You may speak – what will make you cum quicker? My finger in your ass?” The slave was almost panting at that, he just nodded, so I let him watch as I stuck my right index finger in my mouth, spit it up real good, then turned him, spread his cheeks, and then rammed my finger into his dry chute. He squealed like a stuck pig, “Shhh,” I said, as now that my finger was in his hole I took my left hand and covered his mouth. I knew my right index finger was hurting him. It was supposed to. I always keep that nail longer, and the edges sharpened just so I can slice and dice the inside of an ass and get it ready for me to infect. I jabbed my finger harder and harder, his little chute tried to pucker up tight and fought me, but I cut my way through and while be beat his dick I began to finger his golden knob, messaging his prostate round and round making him sigh and moan into my hand. This was taking too long. “Come on boy. Shoot that fucking slave cum. Shoot that worthless faggot cum. If you want to get fucked by a real man’s dick you better shoot that cum faggot. Just wait until you feel my big dick up your ass, filling you up like your master can’t.” That did the trick. The slave’s chute tried to snap my finger off and his body trembled in joy as he shot a big load into the condom. I yanked my finger out, saw it was coated pretty good in red, turned the boy around, gently eased the condom off his dick and had to admire the load he shot. “Feel better now?” I asked. The slave smiled, nodded, “Stay there,” I ordered. I walked over to the bed, set the freshly filled condom on the bed near the pillows, laid one of my hand towels over it, picked up one of my cottons squares off the floor and rubbed my red-coated finger clean, walked back to the slave with another towel and whispered, “Here. Wipe your dick clean. Get off the cum. Now coat it with lube, just stand there looking in the mirror and jerk your dick. Get it hard again.” The slave nodded. I took the towel, laid it near the foot of the bed with my lube. The scene was set, time to get the action started. I went to the bathroom door and rapped on it hard with my knuckles, “Get the fuck out here. I don’t have all night to wait on your hairy ass.” The door swung open, the leather bear looked ashamed, he nodded, grabbed a towel and followed me back into the room as he dried himself off. “Much better,” I snarled. “You don’t smell like a fucking barn anymore. Time to work this piece of shit over. I told him I wanted to see if he could get that faggot dick of his hard. So far it looks like he’s got a cunt dick. Soft and worthless like a good slave huh. Sit back in that chair. I don’t want to see you touching your dick. You just watch. Understand?” The leather bear daddy nodded, sat back in the chair, I picked up the slave’s chain as he wiped his lubed covered hand off on his chest. I slapped his face hard, told him to lick my boats, and the leather bear started moaning in joy and agreement at just that. “Shut the fuck up!” I yelled. “I don’t need to hear the fucking peanut gallery. You sit there and WATCH and be QUIET.” After the slave licked my boots, I sat on the edge of the bed and had him undress me. When I stood up and my dick flew out, hard and ready to infect and breed, both the slave and the leather bear gasped a little. That was alright. I wanted them to be mesmerized by my dick and remember it well. I then made the slave bend over the bed, his chain rattling against the metal frame, as I used my paddle to beat his ass nice and red. By now the leather bear daddy’s dick was practically streaming precum and I caught him a couple times reaching for his dick, but one look from me and he jerked his hand back. Preliminaries were over. The blood had dried on the cuts I had made in the slave’s ass earlier, so it was time to open them up again and unload my infected cum. This slave might have come to MAL clean and negative, but he would go home carrying my POZ bug and it would happen right in front of his loving and protective leather bear daddy. The man who is supposed to keep him safe. The man who is supposed to ensure no harm comes to him. Dumb asses. I dragged the slave to the far side of the bed, deeper into the shadows. I slapped his face hard a couple times, forced him to his knees, shoved my dick in his mouth, then in disgust said, “You’re a worthless cock sucker. That mouth is a waste. Here, open your mouth, this is all your mouth is good for and you better hope your ass is better.” When the slave opened his mouth I inserted a big ball gag and tied it tight. Can’t have him telling his bear daddy what’s happening next. I yanked him back up, shoved him onto the bed, “Get on your fucking hands and knees, scoot back a little, you want this big dick? Think you can take it?” All the slave could do was whimper, so I said to the bear daddy, “You sure your slave can take me? It takes me a while to cum? You sure you want me to give it to him? Make his ass sore?” I could see him smile and his dick twitch and bounce as the bear daddy nodded, eager to see me give his slave what he couldn’t. I grabbed the slave’s chain, yanked on it hard, his head craned back as I drove my right index finger back in his pucker hole making him cry out and whimper into the ball gag. He strained against the collar trying to pull away, but I held tight. “You better not run. Your master is watching you. You want to make him proud don’t you? You want to serve him like a good slave right? Good, now you fucking faggot, toss those condoms back toward me and listen to your master tell you what a worthless slave you are and how he is going to punish you later for fighting me. Tell him asshole, tell him how worthless he is. Tell him I’m here because your fucking little dick ain’t shit and it’s time for his ass to feel a real man. Talk dirty. That shits gets me hard. Tell your slave how it humiliates you to see someone else give him what you can’t.” As the leather bear daddy did as he was told and started talking dirty to his slave, I made a grand show of grabbing the box of condoms, tearing one off, opening the packet up, mumbling about it not going on quick enough and pretending to squirt a big shot of lube on the slave’s hole. In reality I had only put small a squirt of lube on his ass and a light coating on my dick and in my ‘fumbling’ had dropped the condom from the packet into my bag on the floor. “Fucking faggot slave. Ready for this dick? I can’t hear you, I said I CAN’T FUCKING HEAR YOU!” and with that I rammed my raw dick into the slave’s already bloody ass. Every muscle in his body tensed and jerked like he had just been electrocuted and the leather bear got louder and more verbal as he saw his slave assaulted and knew it was hurting – he was fucking loving it. Immediately as the initial shock wore off the slave’s head snapped around, his neck straining, his eyes bulged as they met mine and I could tell he knew. He knew I was fucking him raw and there was not a damn thing he could do a about it. Shit I love that look of fear, realization, and the shimmers of desire for it, wanting it, needing my cum inside them. I have to admit he played the loyal slave part well and tried to buck and twist and get away, but I just dropped the chain, grabbed the collar around his neck, yanked him back and up against my body as I buried the rest of my bareback shaft in his hole and whispered so only he could hear, “Feel me? Feel that dick deep? I know this is what you want, and I will give it to you.” The slave started to struggle wildly to free himself from my raw fuck, so I slammed him face down on the bed, pulled his body back a bit so his ass was hanging off the edge of the bed and deep dicked him. The leather bear daddy was going crazy and was excited as hell and was literally pounding his fists on the arms of the chairs in excitement as he watched his slave get fucked and used. It only took several strokes of deep dicking before the slave relaxed and stopped fighting. The pure ecstasy of having a big, raw dick stroking his guts and opening that ass overwhelmed all other thoughts and feelings. “Look at your faggot slave,” I said to the bear daddy, “Pushing his ass back, he wants me deeper, harder.” I lifted my right leg and angled into his hole, making him whimper, and I could tell his ass was getting wetter and it was time for my first load. Hot scalding cum shot from the head of my dick into his quivering hole and I pulled almost all the way out to ensure some of shot directly into the bloody cuts I had made with my nail before sinking back in. To the leather bear daddy, I did not let on that I was cumming at all. As far as he knew, I was just mixing up my thrusts and angles. The slave however knew. He strained to turn his head again, his eyes begging and pleading. Maybe he wanted to say stop, but I knew he meant he wanted me to give it to him. Bottoms can always feel when I cum. I shoot hard into the walls, and its thick and sticky like oatmeal, and my dick pulses like a cannon with every shot of infection. The slave whimpered a little, turned his head back, and I continued pumping, working my load deeper and deeper. After another minute I slowed and said to the bear, “OK, shut the fuck up. Just watch and learn.” Leaving my dick buried to the hilt in his ass, I grabbed his collar with both hands lifted the slave up and off the bed, turned, sat on the bed and laid back. “Ride that dick faggot slave. Bounce on it. Open that ass up.” I wrapped the chain to the collar around my wrist in case he got any stupid ideas and watched as he sneakily tried to reach back and feel my raw dick. I rapped his hand with my knuckles, spread my legs, he got the idea and slowly started bouncing on my dick. I gave him just enough chain so he could get a good bounce, but not come all the way off. My poz cum had made my dick glisten and shine and with every bounce the slave made, he helped assure his own infection. Time for the second breeding. I leaned up, grabbed his collar tight and in one motion pulled him back onto my chest as I brought my feet up and wedged them on the edge of the bed. “Listen to your faggot slave moan,” I said to the leather bear who was still sitting and watching in his chair, “My dick is stretching his walls now, punching in with every thrust, now listen to him as I bust his hole open.” I paused, adjusted the slave’s body on top of mine, I let go of his collar, reached down and cupped both hands under his ass to pull it open wider and hold him in place, leaned to his right – away from his master – and whispered in his ear, “Time for the next load in your ass.” The slave mumbled, I am sure he said PLEASE, as I eased my throbbing dick all the way until just the tip of my head was nestled at his torn hole. I shifted my feet, then SLAMMED MY DICK THROUGH HIS ASS RING, TEARING HIM MORE, SHREDDING HIM UP, PREPARING HIS HOLE FOR MORE INFECTED CUM. The slave shook and trembled, and swung his head from side to side as I beat fucked him. I dug my nails deeper into the flesh of his ass cheeks to keep his hole in place as I busted in and out and in and out, and as his whimpering increased so did my need to unload so I picked up the pace, angling from side to side with each thrust, doing as much damage as I could. Again the leather bear daddy thought I was pausing to change positions, but I was seeding his slave’s hole again. With every burst of my infected cum into his sore ass, the slave whimpered and turned his head to try to nuzzle into me. His assring was in total spasm from being abused, and milked every drop I had. My dick was still in the slave’s ass when I turned my head and said to the leather bear daddy. “Pull your chair all the way back to the door to the room. I want your slave to be able to really see you good.” While he was moving his chair, I dropped my legs, pushed the slave forward and up and stood up with my dick still in his ass. The slave seemed somewhat dazed and confused so I led him to the spot between the end of the bed and the dresser the TV was on, told him to brace himself with one hand on the bed, the other on the dresser. He hung his head, I yanked his head back with the chain, leaned close to his ear and whispered, “You look in your Master’s eyes as he watches you take my poz load.” That revelation made the slave try to turn again, but I slapped his head hard and he stumbled as I ran him forward, driving his body against his leather daddy who was stunned and shocked and had put up in hands in self defense. He opened his mouth and I said, “SHUT THE FUCK UP. DON’T SAY A WORD YOU CUCKOLD SON-OF-A-BITCH. YOU’RE AS WORTHLESS AS YOUR FAG SLAVE. NOW YOU GET TO FEEL UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL HOW YOUR SLAV’ES BODY REACTS TO BEING FUCKED BY A REAL DICK!” I started to slam fuck the slave’s ass, his cum filled guts slurping and burping and making wet sloppy noises as he grunted, his face just inches from his leather daddy’s as I forced my poz cum deeper and deeper in his ass. I dropped the chain, took a step back, clawed my nails into the flesh of his hips and drove my dick hard up his hole as I pulled the slave’s body backwards to meet my dick. He was defenseless now. His ass was totally open and if his leather daddy could have looked down, he would have seen a glistening trail of cum and pink juice streaking the back of the boy’s thighs. The leather bear daddy’s eyes were wide as saucers now. His mouth was twisting in odd shapes as he forced himself to hold in any sound. The slave was whimpering louder, begging for me to finish my poz work, so I did. With the full force of my body I slammed the slave forward against his leather daddy sitting in the chair, wrapped both hands around the slave’s neck, squeezed his throat hard and exclaimed, “I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM, HOLY SHIT, FUCK, GIVE ME THAT FAGGOT SLAVE ASS, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME…..UGGGGG….SHIT…..UGGGGG……” This load felt twice as big as the first and went on and on and the slave’s body shuddered and spasmed in response. I was breathing hard and took my time working my cum in, caring nothing for how the bear daddy or his slave may feel right then. It was all about me and my need to infect and breed. Still keep my semi-hard dick in the slave’s ass, I reached down, dug my nails back into the flesh of his hips, pulled him back a yard or so and gave his leather bear daddy my most wicked, evil smile. The bear daddy was breathing hard too and I looked, and he had shot his own load all up onto his stomach, his dark hair now matted in gobs of white. “Did I fucking say you could touch yourself?” I asked. He gulped and meekly replied, “I didn’t I swear. I just, it just, fuck. It just happened. I…..” I shook my head, “Whatever, go clean that off real good. I don’t want to smell your funk.” The leather daddy bear held his hands out like he was afraid to touch himself as he walked into the bathroom. I yanked my dick out of the slave’s used ass making him cry out into the ball gag, quickly dragged him by the chain back to the other side of the bed, moved the hand towel near the pillows aside, took the condom the slave had filled earlier and squirted a dob of lube on it, rolled it around, then flung it onto the carpet in front of the TV. The slave looked at me in realization and I just smiled. I then bent down, grabbed a couple of my cotton squares, roughly dabbed his hole to secure my treasure trove, dropped the chain and said, “Go fucking kneel by the condom.” I jumped into my pants to hide my cum coated dick, then slid a piece of paper out of my pocket, walked over to the kneeling slave, slid the paper between his collar and neck, and leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You’re mine now.” I grabbed my boots and was just putting them on when the leather bear daddy came out of the bathroom. He looked at me, his slave kneeling, the used condom on the floor, he smiled wide, not having a fucking clue I just changed both their lives. I finished getting dressed, grabbed my bag, and pushed past the leather bear on my out without saying a fucking word to him. The elevator doors closed and I had to smile and wonder, what would the slave do to make sure his master did not find his ass full of cum? Hopefully this was a two-fer and once turned, the slave will then infect the leather bear daddy. I did not even make it to the next floor in the elevator before there must have been some fucking blue-light special tweet go out as it seemed the bottoms could smell cummy dick. Greedy slut bottoms were getting on at every floor it seemed. I just shook my head, they were all too easy, no I had something better in mind. At 11:55 I opened my front door and there sitting on the steps was the slave I fucked at the hotel. I held the door open as he walked in. I shut the door, he unzipped his leather jacket and held out the chain that was attached to his collar. I wrapped the chain around my left hand, pulled his cold body close, looked down in his eyes and snarled, “What the fuck are you doing here faggot slave? Where the hell is your master?” The slave shook a little, looked at the floor, and said, “Your note said ‘AIDS DICK – BE HERE BY MIDNIGHT’ so I am Sir. I…I left Master at the club, the one holding the Domination party. He…he..” I smiled, slapped his head, and said, “Good faggot. Time for you to learn how to worship an AIDs dick and to get your reward.”

Hey Tampa- glad you loved our best little whorehouse in FLL. Now, there is an unspoken house rule that you appear to have broken, and need to resolve quickly. All out of towners who have more than 5 loads in their hole must return those loads to a starving local bottom before leaving the club, or face a month of no sex in their own hometowns once they get home. Since you left my city with all those loads ( which I really should have been getting ) you must return immediately and deliver your hole full of Tampa cum , or face a month of sexlessness ! You have been served, and have 1 week to comply <g>