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***Okay, I toyed with a couple of ideas for this next bit. I'll post this one for now, and maybe later a slight variation if it works out the way I like.*** “So you want this fuckin’ AIDS seed?” he asked me. As if he even had to ask?! I had literally just got done fighting him for it. I began to swivel my hips and ride his stiff prick, desperate for another helping. “You’re so fucked up,” he said. “You know you’re going to get infected if you keep this up.” “That’s kind of the point,” I panted. Just as it seemed that he might be getting into it, he clearly had a powerful pang of guilt and he flung me off of him once again. “No! You can’t do this,” he protested, jumping up off of the bed. “I won’t do this to you. You seem like a really nice guy, I can’t be responsible.” “I am responsible!” I retorted. “So am I. I shouldn’t have given in the first time. I was weak, but I need to stay strong -that’s my responsibility ever since diagnosis.” He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me off of the bed, down the hall to the bathroom, where he shoved me into the shower, turned it on, and proceeded to practically rape my ass with the shower douche! “This might not help, but you’ll thank me in the morning,” he growled to me as I struggled against him. I might have had the upper hand when I was sitting on top of him, but standing up I was no match -he’s twice my size! When he was done with rinsing me out he dried me off, threw my clothes at me and dragged me out to the car. I had no idea where he was taking me -this was the strangest hook-up I’ve ever had. Five minutes later he was pulling up to the ER. What the fuck?! “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I moaned. “My buddy works in the ER. He’ll give you some pills to clear you. Come on,” he growled, hopping out of the car and coming around to my side when I didn’t bother to open the door. “If you were going to make me take these, why didn’t you just keep fucking me and let us both enjoy ourselves?” I complained. He seemed stumped. In his panic to take the weight of the toxic world on his shoulders, he didn’t even imagine he could just have fun for a while before getting me all medicated up. After a few minutes pondering, a slight grin pulled at his lips. “Fine, I’ll make you a deal. You go in and get the meds from my buddy, and when I take you home we can fuck again. Nothing to worry about at that point.” “Deal,” I replied confidently, the wheels in my brain already churning. “One more thing-” “What?” he sighed in exasperation. “Do you have a name or should I just call you ‘selfish asshole’?” He laughed. “Selfish asshole? Really?” “Well, that’s what I’ve been calling you in my head, so I just figured-” “Will. My name is Will.” “Fine. Will. I’m Stephen.” We walked into the ER, which was surprisingly quiet for that time of night. I would have figured all kinds of crap went down in the middle of the night. Knifings, shootings, overdoses. A seriously hunky doctor came straight for us, smiling at Will. “Will, what’s up?” “Hey, Josh. I need a little favor,” he said furtively, making a slight nod in my direction. “What’s the problem?” Josh asked. “We got a little carried away earlier and things got a little . . . unsafe,” he told his buddy as diplomatically as possible. “Can you give him that medication you told me about?” Josh smiled at me and said, “Sure, follow me. Will, you can stay here for a few minutes. Won’t take long.” I followed Josh to an exam room and he had me sit on one of those awful cushioned tables with the paper on top of it. And then he stared me down. “So, things got out of hand?” he leered. Subtle, why doesn’t he do the ‘wink, wink, nudge, nudge,’ too? “He came in me without a condom. I don’t see what the big deal is,” I blurted out. The look of surprise on his handsome face was priceless. “Well, you do realize that he has quite a high viral load at this point.” “I’m aware of that,” I told him coolly. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth and he tried to conceal it. He went to a cabinet off to my right to retrieve the medication they’d been discussing. As he reached up to the top shelf, the blue hospital issue shirt he wore under the white doctor coat hiked up and revealed a small biohazard tattoo just above his right hip bone. Interesting. Pills in hand, he turned back to me. I could see that the bulge in his crotch had started to stir and grow, not obscenely, but something had ticked his pulse up a notch. “So, it doesn’t bother you to have unmedicated men breed you?” he asked. I’m not into playing games so I told him boldly, “I love it.” His eyebrows shot up and his smile was huge. As was the bulge, now growing before my very eyes. “Tell you what, I’ll give you some of my own to take home with you as long as you take this in front of me,” he said, waving the packet of meds at me. “Fine,” was all I could say. Despite how brutalized my hole felt after that violent douching, it was twitching in anticipation. So was my dick, which was tenting huge in the front of my pants. I popped the pills in my mouth, turned around and waved my ass at him. I immediately felt his hands on my hips, and then he pulled my pants down to my ankles. “Off,” he ordered, so I lifted first one foot and then the other to shake myself free of my pants. Not about to waste any time, plus in a hospital we couldn’t know if someone would come looking for him, he quickly lined his dick up to my waiting hole. He teased the opening for a couple of seconds, and I could feel that his dick head was nice and fat, and then he shoved forward, driving at least half of his shaft into me. I groaned in my mouth, trying to contain myself so we wouldn’t draw attention to us. He held onto my hips and leaned back, watching his dick slamming in and out of my ravaged hole. Knowing that he was occupied with the view, I took the opportunity to spit the pills out that I’d pretended to swallow. I had held them between a couple of molars so that they wouldn’t dissolve at all in any of my saliva, and in my palm they were still fully in tact. “You guys must have had a good time,” he commented. “Your hole is bleeding.” I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised after that shower scene, but I was. “It is?” “Don’t worry, not a lot. But some streaks on my dick. Don’t matter, it’ll just lube your hole for my dick. And his. I assume he’s going to fuck you again after you leave here.” “That’s the plan,” I told him. “Then it’s a good thing we got you squared away now so you can settle in and enjoy yourself,” he said, picking up the pace and slamming me hard. “You want it?” “Give it to me,” I hissed. He stifled a low growl in clenched teeth as his balls erupted in my ass, flooding me with toxic seed. I was in heaven and I never wanted that feeling to end. But as with all good things . . . We straightened up, set our clothes properly, and exited the room as professionally as possible, no one the wiser as to what had just happened in the examination room. Josh walked me out to the waiting room and Will. They shook hands, smiled, and made a couple of minutes of small talk. “He’s all set,” Josh told him. “Have at it. Free pass tonight,” he told him slyly, turning to leave, but stopping to say his good-bye to me. “Thanks, doc. I really appreciate your bedside manner,” I said, unable to control my grin. We shook hands and then I turned to follow Will out, turning to see Josh staring at the pills I had slipped into his hand. He shook his head at me, but the smile on his face told me he wasn’t pissed, and the tent in his pants made his real feelings perfectly clear. He gave me a wink, and then pulled his white lab coat closed to conceal his hard-on, and then turned and left. Back in the car, Will looked over at me for a moment, then leaned across and planted a kiss on me that went all the way down to my toes. “See, it wasn’t so bad. Now we’ve got all night to enjoy and not worry.” If only he knew . . .

James was a good boy. He was the best boy. James was the soccer jock, lgbtq club president, popular, friendly, and at 6'0", 165, blonde hair and blue eyes - gorgeous. He was the boy everyone wanted. James breezed through Stanford and then Princeton Law. His parents gave him a car for high school graduation; a backpacking trip through Europe for college graduation; and a condo for graduating law school. James new condo was in Chicago as was his new job at a top firm. James worked a lot, but he still played sports, ran, went to the gym and managed to fuck as much ass as he could find on Grindr. James a a wet dream - smart, attractive, educated, good job, gorgeous body, and a top. James fucked every gorgeous guy between the ages of 18-25 who hit him up on Grindr. He'd always go to their place. He'd always use a condom. He'd always blow his load on the guy's back or face. Boys fell at his feet and he loved it. He wasn't conceited, but it felt natural that guys hit on him and he accepted it with grace and a hard cock. James was picky though. The guys had to be as hot as him. He didn't want to grab anyone's soft belly or flabby tits as he fucked them. He wanted perfect guys. James also rejected barebackers. He thought they were stupid and risking their lives for momentary pleasure. You see, even though James had been fucking guys since he was 15, he had never once fucked a dude without a condom. James would say, "I'm saving that for the man I love." Enter...............the Tip James was out with his gay friends one night. They'd all been to a fundraiser for a gay rights organization and had a few drinks. They went out directly afterwards. James' friends were much like him, athough mostly bottoms and certainly not only have safe sex. In fact, most of them thought James was kind of pretentious about the safe sex aspect of his life. But, they never mentioned their dissatisfaction to James or each other. James' friend, Mike, introduced him to a friend visiting from Spain. Juan was a bit shorter than James, but he was just as fit. James thought Juan was the hottest man he had ever seen. Juan was very attracted to James. Mike had met Juan in Madrid. In fact, Mike had been fucked and bred by Juan many times, including that very morning. Mike knew not only that James and Juan were both tops, he also knew Juan was an amazing bareback-only top. Mike had also been fucked by James, who he knew to be a safe sex only top, so Mike thought it'd be interesting to see what developed between the two tops. It wasn't long before Juan was touching James all over. James was getting more girly than any of his friends had ever seen him. In fact almost everyone was shocked when James went to get drinks and Juan pressed his cock into James' amazing ass and very slowly ground into James. James was nervous. He was a top and this guy obviously wanted to fuck him. He didn't really know what to do. The guy was so hot that James had to fuck him. To calm himself, James drank more than usual, with the consequence he was rather drunk by the time he and Juan left the bar. James broke his first rule, namely he never brought tricks to his condo, but knowing Juan was staying at Mike's place, and as James wasn't interested in Mike being privy to what transpired that night, it seemed James' condo was the best option. Once in the cab, James finally got a good feel of Juan's amazing nine and a half inch cock. Now, James' cock was a solid eight incher, eight inches that guys loved, but James found Juan's cock was utterly amazing in both length and girth. They kissed in the cab, and Juan, never the shy type, sought-out James' crotch and massaged below James' balls, striving to reach his hole. James didn't really know why he did so, but almost involuntarily he spread his legs to accommodate Juan's focus of interest - his hole, and when Juan's fingers found that hole, James moaned softly. Once upstairs, James made a drink for each, and they enjoyed the amazing view of the Chicago skyline from James' living room. Not to be outdone by the city scape, Juan pulled his shirt off to afford James another amazing sight. James followed suit, and the two men resumed making out, as James melted into Juan's nimble fingers and suggestive tongue. It wasn't long before James and Juan were naked and James hands were braced against the floor to ceiling windows as Juan ate his jock ass. Even in his drunken haze, James thought several times that Juan ate ass better than he had ever eaten another man's ass, particularly as Juan's tongue reached an amazing depth into James' hole. Juan knew James was a top, Mike having told him as much, and, to get into James' ass, Juan knew he would need to weaken all of James' defenses, and opening-up James' hole was the best way to ensure James would be fucked at this very window, so Juan kept eating James' ass for quite some time until he got to his feet and asked "Why not grab some lube?" James returned with both lube and condoms. Juan pressed James against the window again and jammed his tongue up James' ass, causing James to moan like a whore. James was sober enough to realize he was begging like most of the bottoms he'd fucked. James decided right then that he would let Juan fuck him. It would be the first time James had been fucked his senior year of college. Juan recognized the relaxation of ass and back muscles as the other top gave his ass over to him, so he started fingering James. First, one finger, then two, then twisting and corkscrewing the fingers; then more ass-eating. Only to repeat the sequence several times. After almost an hour of prepping James' ass for this fuck Juan stood up and pressed his cock on James' ass crack, as he simultaneously kissed James and ground his cock into James' crack. Juan asked James what he wanted. "Please fuck me," came the reply. Juan made James beg to get fucked, and beg James did, realizing to some degree Juan was turning him into his bitch, but James was too drunk and too turned on to care. James wanted Juan's cock inside him. He needed it tonight. James spread his cheeks for Juan, face pressed against the glass. He shoved his hole back at Juan. Juan dribbled lube on James ass and then spread his hand over James hole to rub and finger it in. Then for the first time since they had been naked, Juan touched James' cock, giving it a thorough lube job. Juan then lubed James' ass and fingered him again, lubed James' cock again, and then lubed his own cock. Juan pressed forward on James open hole. James winced as he felt the cock enter him. Then he relaxed as the spongy head was pushing inside him. James knew it would hurt, but he really needed Juan to fuck him tonight. As Juan was pressing in a bit more, James asked "Are you wearing a condom?" "No," Juan replied. "I never fuck without a condom. Put one on." Juan pressed in a bit more and then pulled back some. Juan was watching and half his head was inside James now. Juan said, "I'm not even inside you yet. Let me just play around with the tip and then I'll put on the condom." James reasoned Juan's suggestion was okay as they would fuck bareback only briefly- only a minute or so. "Okay, but just for a minute. Then use the condoms on the table." Juan agreed. He had this safe sex top exactly where he wanted him. Juan pushed and pulled a little bit farther inside James' hole with each thrust. Once half Juan's cock was inside James, Juan asked James how he liked it. "It feels really good. We should put on a condom though." "Just a bit more. Your ass feels so amazing wrapped on my cock this way." Juan continued to lightly play with James' cock and stroke his lean, hot jock body as the former top was giving up his ass. Juan didn't take long before he was balls-deep in James' hole. James could feel Juan's public hair on his ass. He knew Juan was all the way inside his ass bareback. James mentioned the condom again. Juan flexed his cock inside James and James moaned and squeezed his ass on Juan's cock. 'Fuck it' James thought, adding 'I'll live it up. Just this one time. I'll let Juan fuck me bareback'. Juan knew he had James now. He knew the boy would never mention a condom again tonight. Juan started fucking James hard. James was moaning and grunting. Juan was amazed at how easily this safe sex top had given up his ass bareback. Juan was chuckling inside. He thought to himself, "All bottoms just need to be shown they are bottoms." Juan and James were sweating. James was getting his ass seriously fucked by the hottest guy ever. Juan was fucking a seriously hot guy. James and Juan both knew how amazing this fuck felt. James was grunting and moaning. He started imagining what it would be like bent over like this for Juan more often. James was imaging Juan fucking him everyday. He thought how lucky he was to have this gorgeous man inside him. How privileged he felt to be fucked by this big dick. Wow. Juan was an amazing fuck. Juan was stroking James cock faster and he was fucking with shorter and shorter strokes. James knew Juan was going to cum. Juan said, "I'm going to cum." James reached his hand back, grabbed James ass and pulled him inside him. James felt his first internal cum shot at that moment. He felt so hot. He felt so sexy. He felt so amazing. James came all over the rub and window. Without a thought of condoms, Juan fucked James multiple times a day, every day for the next two weeks before he left to return home. Juan came in James every time. Juan eventually started making James beg for the cum to be shot in his ass. James loved it.

As he’d hoped, there were 3 guys waiting outside the door for him to open it. “Come on in, guys, this slut’s open for business.” The 3 guys walked in to the room and a 4th came in a minute after them. “This the guy wanting poz cum?” the 4th guy asked. “You better believe it,” Daddy Max replied. “He’s already got mine and another guy’s in him.” The first guy up to the sling pulled his towel off and said, “Good, I love a sloppy hole.” He had a nice sized cock, about 7 inches, but with a 00 gauge PA. He was hard and ready to go. He noticed the cum on Alex’s stomach and chest and scooped up some with his hand to use as lube for his cock. “My favorite lube,” he commented to the guy standing behind him in line. “Hopefully my PA will tear you up a little so my unmedicated virus can get in your system quicker,” he said to Alex as he pushed the head and the PA into the just fucked cunt. The GHB was starting to hit Alex again and the PA sliding into his hole felt amazing. “Fuck yeah, let me have it. Tear that hole up, I want IT!” he exclaimed. The top shoved all 7 inches in and proceeded to start fucking him hard. The 3 guys behind him started encouraging him, “Get that pussy ready for me,” “Fuck yeah, make him bleed. I definitely want my toxic cum in his system,” “I’ve been waiting to breed this guy and he’s gonna get my poison in him.” All the poz talk plus the rough fucking had Alex very turned on. His cock was getting hard again. No one touched it, though. They were all here just for his ass and to breed him to poz. The guy fucking him started picking up his pace. You could tell he was getting close. “Oh fuck, such a sweet hole. I’m gonna love dumping my load in you. Getting so fucking close. Here it cums, TAKE MY TAINTED DNA!” He let out a roar as he shot his load, but he never stopped fucking. He kept slamming his cock in and out for another minute before he pulled it all the way out. “I do believe I see a little red on my PA, boys. It’s going to be a good night. Enjoy,” he said as he picked up his towel and walked out the open door. A few guys had gathered outside the room watching the action. The 2nd guy was tall, thin, and had that wasted look. He had a long cock, but not too thick, and his balls were done up in a ball stretcher. After the rough fuck from the previous guy, there was a froth of cum at the opening to the used cunt, so he didn’t bother with any lube. He slid his death stick all the way in, giving Alex all 9 inches. Because he wasn’t too thick, plus the fact that there were 3 loads in him, he was able to slide all the way in easily. He settled in for a nice easy fuck pace and didn’t appear to be in a hurry. “I can tell by how hard your cock is that you like this, don’t you boy,” he said to Alex. “Oh fuck, yes Sir, I love it. Please shoot your poz cum in me,” he replied. “Not just poz, I’m full blown. You’re definitely going to be knocked up by the time you leave here tonight.” The GHB was in full effect and a stream of precum started running down Alex’s rock hard cock at that news. He didn’t ever remember feeling this turned on and sexual in his life. He was sweating and moaning. He started clenching his ass on the Aids cock that was fucking him, wanting to make him cum. “Please give me your Aids cum! I want it inside me. Please let me have it, Sir,” he begged. “Oh, you’ll get it alright, but when I’m ready to give it,” the guy responded. “I’m enjoying your cunt too much to shoot just yet.” He kept fucking Alex at a good pace, not too fast, not too slow. After a few more minutes, he started picking up his pace. “You sure you want this cum, boy?” he teased Alex. “I could pull out and just shoot it on you.” Daddy Max, who was standing nearby knew he had no intention of pulling out until his stretched out balls were empty, but Alex started begging even more, “No, please shoot it inside me! Please infect me, Sir, I need it!” Daddy Max chimed in at that point, “Yeah, shoot that toxic seed where it will do the most good.” “I’m getting close, so fucking close. Gonna fill you up even more with my Aids load.” Alex was sweating again and had a glazed look in his eyes. He was moaning over and over, “Fuck me, fill me up, use me.” The top fucked in and out a few more times, slammed his toxic cock all the way in, and bellowed, “AARRGH, TAKE MY FILTHY CUM!” As he shot his load, Alex’s cock started jerking and he shot another load without touching himself. This time, some of it landed on his face and into his open mouth. “Goddamn!” Daddy Max said as he watched his boy have his 2nd orgasm like that. The top stayed still until his balls were drained, pulled out, picked up his towel, and left the room. The next guy in line stepped up. He already had his towel off and had been jacking his cock to stay hard. He slammed in without saying anything, fucked the used hole like a rabbit in heat for a few minutes, and then added his load. By now there was a small line waiting and a crowd outside the door watching the live porn show. The next couple of guys did about the same, stepping up when it was their turn, saying little to nothing, just fucking the offered hole, dumping their load, and leaving. Then the next guy in line stepped up. He was a muscular black guy who was packing a very stereotypical black cock. He had to be about 10 inches and looked to be as thick as a beer can. And it was rock hard. He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down Alex’s used hole a few times, then tried to shove it in and met some resistance. Even though he’d been fucked several times by now, only a couple had been thick ones and none of them had been that thick. He spit on his hand a couple of times to slick up his huge cock and put it back up to the well fucked hole. He grabbed Alex’s hips and slammed forward hard, shoving the head and a few inches in the now very tight hole. “OH GODDAMN MOTHERFUCK!!!” Alex yelled out. The black stud held still a couple of minutes to let him adjust to his thickness. Daddy Max went and got another prepared bottle of water and helped Alex drink about half of it. He sat the bottle down and started playing with Alex’s nipples to help distract him. The black stud shoved another couple of inches in, backed a few inches out, then started fucking more in. “Yeah, that’s one tight cunt you got there,” he commented. “Although not gonna be that tight once I’m through with it. My death stick always wrecks the holes of the guys I fuck.” He smiled an evil smile, “Even made a few bleed from stretching them a bit too much.” He kept shoving in, pulling out, and shoving more in until he got his whole, huge poz cock deep in Alex’s stretched out pussy. He left it there for a minute, grinding it in, stretching the hole out more. Then he pulled the 10 inch cock all the way out. “Oh yeah, I love the way a hole stays open even after I’ve pulled out. And I see some pink cum running out.” He held his hand out to catch some of it and lubed his cock up again. “Now we can get down to business. You’re gonna earn this poz load.” The last dose of water was taking effect and had Alex majorly turned on again. “Go on stud, make that hole yours. Rape my motherfucking cunt. Tear it up some more!” he begged. The black stud put his slimy cock back up to the puffy, pink tinged lips and proceeded to shove all the way back in. “ARGH, FUCK YEAH!!! Goddamn you’re filling me up.” He pulled back out to the head and shoved back in again. Alex was so into it, even though it was painful, he was bucking back with his ass to try and get more in him. The current top started long dicking him, bottoming out every time he slammed in, then pulling out to the head. Daddy Max kept playing with Alex’s nipples even though he was used to the huge cock by now. He couldn’t resist and he leaned in and kissed Alex deeply and passionately. The black stud kept plowing away, enjoying himself. Max knew with a cock that thick, all the cum that had been fucked into him was getting pushed further in. There was no room for it to go anywhere else. And by the look of the black guy’s balls, he was going to add a good sized poz load of his own soon. Between the huge cock, the GHB, the nip play, and the kissing, Alex was rock hard again. He broke off the kiss with an evil idea. He knelt bent over to Alex’s ear and started whispering to him, “You like that big thick black poz cock inside you, don’t you? You love the way he’s stretching your cunt out and making you bleed a little. Between my scraping your inside, that PA tearing you up, and now this huge cock stretching you out, you’re definitely bleeding in several places. And when you think about all the poz cum you’ve had shot inside you, not to mention that guy who had Aids, you’re leaving here tonight knocked up. There’s no way you’re not gonna get infected. And you like that, don’t you. No, you love it. You’re gonna be one fucking hot poz stud after all this.” While he was whispering all his comments, he noticed Alex’s cock was leaking precum again. Then the black stud started fucking faster, picking up the pace. “Gonna blast your insides with my toxic load. Fucking take my poz cum motherfucker! YEAH!!!” He slammed in one last time and held still as shot after shot of infected cum filled Alex up even more. Once again, it pushed him over the edge and he had his 3rd orgasm without touching himself. There wasn’t as much cum as the last time, but it hadn’t been that long ago, either. His cock shot a couple of times, then it dribbled some cum, but his cock was jerking like it had the first time. The black guy slowly pulled his cock out and he grabbed his towel and left.

Only friends and hot guys. Connor was still the joy of my life. Our usual morning routine, during the semester, was waking up together and him going off to class and me going for a run. I was so happy every morning waking up next to my amazing guy. We'd run through our respective days and then catch back up after our last class spending the rest of the afternoon/evening together. It was a great life. And, best of all, our sex life was amazing. I still hadn't told Connor about Seth; which did cause me occasional guilt. The guilty feelings never lasted more than a moment. During the summer, Connor had a paid internship. His internship was in NYC and Connor was going to stay with my aunt and uncle in Manhattan. I was staying in New Orleans for a while alone and moving us into our new apartment. After I moved into the new place, I was going to NYC to spend the summer with Connor and my family. Connor and I had a month separation ahead of us. We fucked so much that my ass actually had a dull ache some days. As the time of his flight approached it was as if every moment away from him hurt. When he'd get out of bed, I'd run my fingers over his arm, leg or chest just to get a last touch. The lovemaking became so emotional that Connor cried once. He said that he'd never loved anyone as much as he loved me. He didn't know how this was going to work over the next month because he didn't want to be away from me. I was so happy he reciprocated my desires and fears. We held each other a lot. I cried at the airport watching him go through security. My friend John drove us because he knew I'd be a basket case. Connor called as soon as he arrived in New York. We spoke his entire cab ride to my aunt and uncle's building. They all called me together to let me know that Connor arrived safely and was properly installed in the guest room. Connor and I spoke every day. We started texting more during this time, but it was clunky then because we had flip phones. We'd send each other the dirtiest texts. We told each other every night that we loved each other. I missed him. One night, Connor missed our call and I kinda freaked out. I was really nervous and afraid something had happened to him. I called my aunt and uncle and they hadn't seen him. I paced the room. Went for a run along the streetcar line. Washed dishes. Finally I fell asleep and I heard the text - "Sorry babe. I forgot to call. I was out with coworkers. I love you." I was immediately jealous of these "coworkers". Not that I had any reason to be. It was irrational. But I missed Connor so much. I was about to call him when I got the next text. "Don't worry babe. I love you. Talk to you tomorrow morning. :)" Of course I slept poorly. Connor called at 6am New Orleans time and apologized again. He said I must've been freaking out some. I admitted I had. He asked what I did to not totally freak out. I told him all the things I had done. He said, "Wow. You must really miss me babe. That's more than your usually calm anxiety." We chuckled. I told him that I might go out with some mutual friends that night. He asked who and said, "Well maybe you should let them fuck you to work out the anxiety." He laughed. I laughed too. Then Connor said, "Babe I really was with coworkers last night. All we did was grab dinner and a few drinks and then I walked home. My phone died during dinner. That's why I didn't text you." He continued, "I mean it though Zach. If you want to have sex with our friends tonight without me being there; that's cool." He continued, "I haven't had sex without you for over a year. I only want you. But, Zach, I think you need a lot of sex. There's a validation or something in it for you. I don't fully understand it, but I love that I can give that to you either through my dick or by giving you permission to ride one of our friends as a substitute. We only had three rules and we never broke them - only with me knowing or participating; only with our friends or hot guys we do together; and no guys with HIV. The last rule is more serious now because we stopped using condoms with our other partners. It keeps us both safe." I was quiet. Connor asked me to say something. His voice quivered slightly. I replied. "I understand babe. But, what do you mean that I use sex as validation?" Connor said, "I knew I chose the wrong word when I said that. Um....just forget it. I didn't mean anything by it ok?" He followed with a really sincere, "I love you so much. Please don't overthink this like you do. I love you and I miss you and I want to see you." I relaxed and said, "I love you and miss you too." We hung up and both went about our day. That night I went out with Ramon, Dave and Bradley. (I mentioned Bradley in an earlier chapter.) Ramon was a very hot Latino top and Dave was a jockish mutual friend. Bradley never really went out, so this was a rare occasion. We drank and danced mostly. I did a couple of bumps of coke, but nothing else. Bradley loves daddies and was on the hunt for a nice daddy that night. Bradley is a rarity - and Asian top that likes to fuck older white guys. We changed bars to follow Bradley across the street. We were now at Pub - no dance floor on the first floor, just a giant bar. So we did shots and I rubbed up on Ramon a bit. Bradley found his target daddy for the evening and left for the guy's hotel room, leaving us with the daddy's friends. They weren't bad looking guys, but definitely not the type we would normally find ourselves hanging out with at the bar. I was still flirting with Ramon and I suggested we leave these guys and go to the bathhouse. Dave and Ramon agreed. Off we went. We were changing and Dave asked, "Is it true that you and Connor have an open relationship?" I said, "We do threesomes and sometimes one of us can play without the other." Dave said, "Does that mean I can fuck you?" I took off my jeans, looked over my shoulder at Dave, smiled broadly and wearing only my jockstrap I left the changing area. Dave was about 5'10", 150, built solid, big thighs and arms and a strong chest. Ramon was 5'7", 125, wiry build and a rumored awesome cock. Once inside I looked around for a bit. I was getting turned on looking at some of the action. Especially watching this twink getting nailed by this larger, older black man. That's what it must've looked like for the guys watching as Lou fucked me in the bathhouse in Albany. My cock was definitely getting harder and I stroked it through my jock pouch. Reluctantly, I turned away to find the guys again. I ran almost right into Ramon, whose towel did very little to hide his cock. I reached down and said, "That's a hot cock." I stroked him through the flimsy towel. Ramon took me to the steam room. He laid his towel on the bench and sat down, legs spread wide and I saw his plump dick coming to life. I got on my knees to suck him off and I heard Dave say, "Wow y'all don't waste any time." He took out his 6" cock and stroked it. Dave sat down next to Ramon. I started going from cock to cock sucking them. I liked sucking both cocks. I found myself wishing Connor were here with us. I would've loved to feel him slide in my ass as I worked both of these cocks. As if on cue, Dave stood up and slid his cock on my ass crack. I arched my back; raising my ass up for him. He opened a lube packed and put lube on my ass and his cock. Dave said, "Is it also true that you let guys ride you bareback?" I thought about it for a brief second. I came up off Ramon's cock and said, "Sometimes. I didn't bring condoms with me tonight. Did you?" I could see the condom pinned to his bicep by the locker key. Dave said, "No." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I'm good with it if you are." I promptly started sucking Ramon's cock again. I felt as Dave slid his bare cock in my ass. He moaned, "Fuck yeah Zach. I've always wanted your ass man." He bottomed out quickly, let me adjust and then began slowly fucking me. I was spit-roasted in the sauna by our friends and I was loving it. Dave began pulling all the way out of my ass and slamming all the way back in. I was moaning as I sucked Ramon's awesome cock. It was long and just thick enough to be the perfect large cock. I was trying to take it all the way down my throat while Dave fucked me. Ramon was also moaning. I heard some other guys come into the room. I heard them whispering and they sat down and started stroking their cocks. Dave got a little nervous and slowed his fuck down, but then he picked back up when Ramon started talking to the guys. It was Bradley's daddy's friends. Dave leaned in and said, "Zach are you comfortable like this in front of these guys." I came up off Ramon's cock and said I was. I then took Dave's hand off my hip and brought it to my rock hard cock. He smiled at me and said, "Zach you're a slut." Dave shifted his cock into me as he said it. I moaned and went back to Ramon's cock. Dave was fucking me pretty hard now. I knew he wouldn't take long. All I could think about was sitting on Ramon's cock once Dave was done. Dave slapped my ass a couple of times. He said things about my great ass. His fuck was starting to feel really good. He was hitting good places and stroking my cock. Without warning, Dave slammed his cock into me with all his body and grunted loudly while saying, "I'm cumming." Dave came in me and then took a minute to relax on my back. I looked up at Ramon, stroked his hard cock and said, "Do you want me to ride you?" Ramon nodded. He also had a condom pinned against his arm with his locker key. As Dave pulled out of me and turned to leave the steam room, Ramon looked at the daddy's friends and said, "Watch this." I stood up, turned around, lined his cock up with my hole and sat down. I had to stop about 1/3rd of the way down to adjust to Ramon's size. That's when I noticed the guys stroking and watching us. They weren't bad looking guys - 40s maybe, not out of shape, but not in shape, one bald, the other graying hair. I felt Ramon's hands rub up my torso and then grab my shoulders to pull me down. It wasn't forceful, but a gentle reminder of my current job. Get him inside me. I stroked my cock and kissed Ramon as I continued to slide down his cock. It was a great cock. I groaned in pain with the last few inches. Then he hit something inside me that not every guy can tap. I moaned. I needed his cock to hit that spot again. I started to lightly ride his cock. He has a fabulous cock. I was riding him faster and the daddy's friends were really excited seeing my ass take this cock. I was loving the looks on their faces about half as much as I was loving the cock in my ass. Ramon said, "Zach, I haven't been in someone bareback in awhile. I'm not going to last too long." I slid all the way up his cock and all the way down it a few times. I thought I'd slow the pace that way and he'd last longer. I was wrong. Just as he was hitting that spot inside me again, he groaned and exploded inside me. His load was as big as the cock it came from. It filled me up and started to slide out of my ass even though his cock was still inside me. I got up off Ramon and sat on my towel and felt my ass. It was puffy and definitely leaking cum. Ramon fingered me and said I was a hot fuck. He asked if I needed help getting off as he bent over to suck my cock. I thought about the black guy fucking the twink and thought I'd go back and jerk off watching them. I told him that. He laughed and said he was going to shower. I laid back for a minute and then felt the other guys moving in on me. I didn't open my eyes. I felt one of them spread my legs. I looked up. It was the bald one. I let him feel my hole. He lifted my legs so my back was against the bench and sank his average cock into me. I moaned and closed my eyes. The bald guy lasted only a few minutes before he asked if I wanted his cum. I thought about it, "Fuck I was totally breaking the rules. No sex with guys who weren't our friends or weren't hot. This was a total stranger. Should I be doing this?" Then he said, "Too late. I'm cumming in you." Just as he slammed into me I said, "Do it! Cum in my ass." The bald guy slid out of me and the grey haired dude took his place. He said, "You are a very pretty slut." Then he pushed his dick into my hole. He fucked me hard and held my head against the bench as he fucked me. I moaned a lot. He moaned and called me names. Then grey hair said it too, "Do you want my cum, slut?" I said, "Yes. Cum in my ass." He bucked a few more times and slammed home, unloading inside me. He got up and then the older guys left the room. I jerked off laying right there. Four cum loads in my ass and only two from friends. Two were from total strangers. I was so turned on. I thought about going to find the black dude to get load five. I got so close thinking about the entire evening that I came all over myself. I was spent. I showered and went out front. Ramon had waited for me, but Dave had left. Ramon asked if he could come over and sleep with me. I said, "Sure. I'd like that. I miss Connor cuddling me at night." Ramon said, "And fucking you at night, right?" I said, "I miss that too." Ramon and I slept together that night. He bred me another time that night and twice before he left to go to church the next day. I told Connor about Dave and Ramon, but not the other guys.

just to put it out there, I don't party, never tried it, not really into it. Sometimes in fantasy it sounds awesome but thats the extent of it. So I'll jerk off to some crazy fucked up chem slut story but it doesn't mean I'm gonna start smoking meth. No judgements, seriously none, just not for me.

7. Seth "Fuck me," I moaned. Cal's tongue was pressing into me, and it wasn't enough. I needed something bigger inside of me, something more masculine, more potent, more alive. Even though I had barely been barebacking for twelve hours, and bottoming for less than a third of that time, there was a brutal compulsion that I could not control. I had seen porn movies before where the bottom seemed almost out of control, that their life and happiness were totally dependent on getting fucked and bred. Until now, I hadn't understood that need. But now, this need was more than just understandable. It seemed like the natural state of things. I wanted men to put their cocks inside of me. I wanted them to fuck me. Most of all, I wanted them to breed me. The only measure of my worth was how many loads I could accumulate over the course of a day. "Fuck me. Please," I grunted, as Cal relentless licked my hole, teasing me with what could be. "You want it, boy?" Jon asked. He was now standing beside me. I looked down; his thick daddy cock was hard again. There was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. It was a fluid that should have been released inside of me, not left to dissipate into thin air. "Yes," I said. I tried not to sound too desperate, but every second without a dick inside of me was agony. Cal's tongue was good, but it wasn't Jon's tongue. Nor was it Jon's cock. "Fuck me." "Of course, boy," Jon said. He ran his hand down my torso, tracing out the muscles before following the line down to my cock. "Seems like you're pretty turned on by all of this?" "Yeah," I said. "I am." "That's good," Jon continued. "A young man like you should always be horny." He leaned in and kissed me. "A young man like you should always be getting fucked. Or fucking." He was right. Of course, he had the experience that came with age, but even I, still young, still barely a barebacker, knew that he was right. "Always," he said, as he moved behind me, and insinuated his cock into my crack. He was already hard and his dickhead pressed up against my hole. "You want my hole?" I asked, arching my back. I tried my best to sound like this was my choice, but I failed. There were only two ways this could work out. The first was Jon fucking me and the second was me fucking Jon. Either way, a dick needed to be in a hole. "You want it?" I asked again, this time not even attempting to hide the need in my voice. "I do. But I think you need it worse. Don't you, boy? Don't you need my cock?" "Please," I murmured and I rubbed my ass up and down along his shaft. "I need your cock." "You need my load?" he asked. "Don't you need my load inside of you?" "Please," I repeated. "I need your load." For a brief moment, the sex fog lifted, and I realized exactly what I had asked for. I had asked Jon for his load. He had told me he was positive, and I had just asked him to cum inside me. But, then I remembered. I had taken a drug earlier that day, and it no longer mattered. Sex was safe again, even when it was bareback. "Of course boy. Any time you want it, it's yours for the asking." Jon wrapped one arm around my chest. His dark hair contrasted with my light, smooth skin. It only emphasized the differences between us: maturity and youth, man and boy, poz and neg, and most of all in that moment, top and bottom. With his other hand, he reached down and aligned his cock with my hole. I pressed back, Jon pushed forward, and with barely any resistance, his cock re-entered my body. "Oh hell yes," he said. "That's a hot fucking hole." "Feel all that cum up there?" Cal asked. "Feel it in that slutty hole?" "Oh yeah," Jon grunted. He was pushing deeper into me, finding the well-used route into my body. "My load. Your load. Jean-Paul's load." He pulled out, just enough to distribute some of the accumulated semen along my hole. "He was born to take cock." I could see the two of them just barely reflected in the glass of the window. Cal started to stroke his cock, and then he leaned in and kissed Jon. The two stayed lip-locked as Jon pushed his cock the rest of the way inside of me. "All the way," Jon said when he finally broke off the kiss. In the reflection, Cal whispered something in Jon's ear. I could just barely hear it. "...potential to spread it," he ended, as he raised Jon's arm and buried his nose in the man's armpit. "Of course," Jon said, agreeing with whatever Cal had whispered. "He's born for this." Jon turned his attention back to me. "You've been dreaming of getting it raw, haven't you?" "Yeah," I said. "Every time I jerk off." I took a deep breath. "I'm never going back to condoms." But it didn't matter. There were better ways to stay safe than a thick, impervious rubber sheath around what should be close, warm, and intimate. "Don't be fooled," Cal said. "Every man wants to go raw. Every. Man." "Well, of course the three of you do," I said. Jon was deep inside me now, slowly thrusting in and out of me. He was edging himself, pushing himself closer and closer to orgasm. I didn't mind his pace. I had already gotten his load once. This time, we could relax and enjoy the journey. Having him so close to me was important. I needed his body pressed against mine and his raw cock buried inside me was as close to a paradise as I would ever find. "i want you inside me raw." "I know," Jon said. "It's good, isn't it?" "Yeah," I said. Just as the weed was starting to taper off, the drink was hitting me. Both drugs were affecting my mind, each of them re-enforcing the other and pushing me towards a world where only pleasure mattered. "I love feeling you inside me," I said. "Inside you raw," Jon murmured in response, gently pushing himself deeper into me. "Sex the way it was meant to be." "And now it's safe," I said. "Just a pill," Jon said. It was just a pill. Every day. And I wouldn't have to worry about men like Jon. I could enjoy them for what they were: beautiful, arousing, sexual creatures. All I had to do was remember to take a pill once a day. It would be easy. There wasn't much that would keep me from a quick pill, once a day. Especially given the peace of mind that it brought. "Just remember to take it tomorrow," he said. I twisted my head back to meet his lips. We kissed and his tongue probed my mouth. I was happy to have met Jon, and thankful that he was the first one to fuck me raw. We had talked so much about barebacking over the past few months, it seemed almost impossible that it was happening, and not just happening, but happening for the second time. Jon had been there for me so many times: validating my terrors of barebacking, but also reassuring me about the pleasures. Luckily, the terrors were rapidly receding. Jon's raw cock felt amazing inside of me, and I was reveling in the freedom that raw sex was providing. Jon could pull out, but another man would quickly take his place. It could have been Cal, it could have been Jean-Paul. Or maybe it could be a stranger, someone totally unknown, yet eager to enjoy my hole. My cock throbbed, thinking about the possibilities. "I want you to cum in me again," I whispered to Jon. There was so much I wanted to tell him: about how good he felt, about how glad I was that he was inside of me raw, about how badly I wanted another man inside of me, and about how I'd never defile myself again with latex. But for now, that short phrase would cover all those thoughts. "I want you to cum in me again," I repeated. "Of course," Jon said. "I hate wasting cum. And you are such a worthy hole to shoot in." We had found a steady rhythm to our fucking, his cock sliding in and out of me, my hips forcing myself further on his shaft. "I can feel how hungry you are," he continued. "I need your cum," I said. I was turning into one of the bottoms I saw in porn flicks, always getting fucked and always hungry for another load. A fifty load weekend no longer seemed like an insane quest; rather it felt like just a good start on the coming week. "I want more." "More?" Jon asked me. "You know that tomorrow is the day for you." "Tomorrow?" I asked. It seemed like such a long way away. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to last that long. "Tomorrow is the party in your honor. How many do you want?" "Loads? Or men?" "Does it matter?" Cal chimed in. "I'm sure you can take it, no matter what it is." "No," I said. "As many as I can get. Six? Seven? Eight?" I didn't want to seem greedy, but at the same time, I wanted everything I could get. This was my life now, a life of freedom and exploration, where sex was common and safe, and the last of my fears were fading away. "I think that can happen," Jon said. "Easily." "Hell," Cal said. "He'll get at least six loads tonight, if not more." He turned to me, kissed me, then whispered in my ear. "Fucking cumslut," he said. "Taking every load you can." He kissed me again. "Fucking jealous of you." "Don't mind Cal," Jon said. "He's a greedy bottom." Earlier in the day, I wouldn't have understood that at all. But now it was far too easy to comprehend. The need for seed could be all-consuming. At least I had Jon's cock in my ass as I was contemplating this idea. If I had been alone, it would have driven me insane with desire. "But tonight, it's all for you." "It is," Cal said. "I'm jealous, but I've had years to collect seed. You're still young. And innocent." The two men laughed at the comment; it was clear that they had spent a long time together and had developed a personal language. I wondered what meanings they were imputing to "young and innocent" and what I needed to be wary of. But it wasn't time for philosophizing. It was time for fucking. Jon pulled nearly all the way out, then slammed back in. I pressed up against the window, momentarily terrified that it wouldn't be able to withstand the attack. But the window held up against my weight, my hole swallowed Jon's cock, and the world was right again. All that I needed was another load inside of me. "Cum in me," I grunted. "Please?" "Of course," Jon said. "But I'm having too much fun doing this and I don't want to cum too soon." He pushed his dick back into me. This time I could feel the drip of pre-cum into my hole, lubricating me for the continued fuck. "Oh fuck yeah," he said. "So fucking good." His cock was stiff and long, and he was using it to the best advantage to slide in and out of my hole. I knew just how he felt: like a man, a man enjoying himself. It was good that he was using me like this. He deserved to feel good. "You don't have to stop," I said. "Fuck me as long as you want." "Or as I need," Jon said. "Come on," Cal said. "Give the boy a break. Plenty of time this weekend. And I think dinner's almost ready." "You're right," Jon said. He turned his attention back to me. "You want to be a greedy boy and get a load now? Or wait for after dinner?" I leaned back on his cock. "Now," I said. "And then another one after." "We'll have to see about that," Jon said. "But definitely one for you right now." He started to thrust his cock harder, forcing himself as deep as he could get. "That's just such a nice hole. So warm." "So wet with cum," Cal said. He leaned in and kissed me. "Three loads up there," he said. "And you're going to get a fourth. Must feel great." "Yeah," I said. "It feels fucking amazing." Jon had been fucking raw for years. He'd almost been fucking longer than I had been alive. I was jealous of all the men who had gotten his load before me. I wanted all of the loads, and didn't want to share. Jon continued to thrust in me, and I had to push back against him with all my strength. I looked out the window at the sun setting on the city-scoped below. I wondered if people could see me, naked, a hot older man pounding my ass. If they could see me, I wondered what they thought. I wondered if they knew how badly I had wanted exactly this, and how many nights I had jerked off fantasizing about a man fucking me raw. Cal has been reading my mind. "If the light's on, yeah, people can see in." I tried to step back, but was quickly reminded that right behind me was Jon and his hard dick. It jammed another quarter inch inside of me. In any other context, it was barely anything at all. But in my tender hole, it felt like several times that. "Oh, fuck yes," Jon said. I was now truly impaled on his cock. If he came, his load would go straight into my gut. It wouldn't be long before my body absorbed the semen and a part of Jon would be permanently a part of me. I might be just another hole to fuck for Jon, but he'd always be the first guy that came in me. I wanted to treasure the memory of that load. "Oh hell yes," Jon grunted again, slamming his cock into my hole. He gasped. "Oh Fuck," he moaned, and his cock throbbed. There was an explosion of warmth in my body that I knew was his cum. Jon had cum a second time inside of me, and I was barely satisfied. I clenched my ass, milking out every drop of his precious semen. "Oh yeah. Milk out that cum." He pulled out, then pressed back into me. "Every drop." Another jet of jizz shot into my body and with it, another wave of pleasure washed over me. Having a man truly cum in me was still a new sensation. It had happened many times with a rubber, but bareback was still utterly new. I didn't yet have the words to explain the sensations. "It's good," Jon continued. "It's so good." His body was pressed up against mine, his sweaty, hairy chest pinned against my back. "Cumming inside you," he grunted, as more cum leaked out of his cock and into me. "Another load?" a new voice said. I turned my head as best I could, and barely saw JP framed in a doorway. "Yeah," Cal said. "Number four for our new boy." "Well, if we're going to get loads five through ten into him, you're going to need some food. Dinner's ready." Cal, not deeply fitted together like Jon and I, bounded over to Jean-Paul. He gave the older man a deep kiss, as the man's right hand disappeared into Cal's sweatpants, cupping and squeezing his ass. Cal said something, but he was too far away for me to hear it. "We should join them," Jon said. His cock was starting to soften inside of me. "Tonight, I can sleep with my dick inside you." My dick throbbed at the possibility of having Kevin all night. Things that were too hard to pull off with rubbers suddenly became possible bareback. There were so few negatives with barebacking and so many positives. I could fall asleep with a cock inside me. Getting double-fucked no longer seemed so scary. I could have three hung men in a row pound my hole multiple times. Finally, I could feel so close with the man I was having sex with. The only real negative was AIDS, and that wasn't a problem any more. Jon pulled himself out of me, and it jerked me back to reality. "It's easy to get lost," Jon said. "I've been there. Need something to keep you grounded." He pulled me close with an arm wrapped around my waist. "Pull up your sweats, and let's get some food." Dinner was perfect JP had made a salad, pork chops and some grilled cauliflower. It was just enough food to leave me satisfied without feeling full. "What's for dessert?" Cal asked, after JP had re-filled our wine glasses, and Jon had passed around a freshly packed bong. The alcohol and weed were making me feel warm and lazy; I wanted to get naked, curl up with one of the naked "Well, I didn't make anything," JP said. "But I know two boys who could use a cream filling." He was staring at me. "I know Jon got another round with you. My turn now." It could have been a question, but it wasn't. He was asserting what was his, and daring me to contradict him. He didn't need to bother. As soon as he mentioned it, my hole started to twitch in anticipation. "You want to take care of Seth?" Jon asked. "I've already had seconds. And I think Cal is feeling left out of the fun." I glanced at Cal, seated across from me. He started to smile. "Finally," Cal said. "Well," Jean-Paul continued. "It sounds like we know what we want. Shall we head back to the bedroom?" "Sure," Jon said. "We'll worry about the dishes later." He stood up, and took Cal's hand. They headed out of the dining room towards the bedroom, leaving me alone with Jean-Paul. "How are you doing," he asked me, standing up and offering me his hand. "Good," I said. "Really good." I was definitely feeling the wine and the weed, but in a good way. It took the edge off and removed some inhibitions. JP pulled me close to him; pressed up against his warm body, I could smell the accumulated sweat, lube, and hint of cum from our earlier fucking. I leaned in to kiss him; he accepted my tongue readily. "I want to get back in you," he said. "Feel all those loads up your hole." "I want you inside me. I want you to cum in me again." Through our sweatpants, I could feel his cock growing hard. Even soft, it was thick and heavy; hard, it was almost a monster. It was only the beginning of the weekend, and I wondered if I could take two more days of being fucking by dicks like this. But that was something to think about later. For now, I just wanted his cock back inside me. "Fuck me." "Hungry boy," JP said. He grabbed the bong off the table and handed it to me. "Do another hit for me. I want to see what you do when you're stoned." "Are you?" I asked. "After you," he said. I took the hint, and held the lighter by the bowl. I took a big hit, enjoying the sound of the smoke bubbling through the water. I held the hit as I handed the bong to JP. He followed my lead, and did another hit. We exhaled simultaneously, our bodies briefly hidden by the smoke. "Ready?" he asked. "Hell yeah," I said. He pulled me close, and pushed down my sweat pants, leaving me naked. My cock was sticking out, hard and erect, and my ass was exposed, ready for a man to penetrate it. "My turn," I said, and pulled his sweats down. He was wearing a jockstrap underneath them, the mesh fabric straining to contain his manhood. I ran my hand over the pouch. His cock was like a snake cornered, twitching and trembling, trying to escape from its constraints. "You want that, don't you?" "Yeah," I said. "I do." "You want to do it here? Or in the bedroom?" "Your choice," I said. All I cared about was when I got it; at this point, I would have bent over on a street corner if I thought it meant getting dick sooner. "Bedroom," he said. "Gotta keep tabs on Cal and Jon, before they get too crazy." I wondered what Jon and Cal might be doing that the four of us had not already done. "Come on," he said. He walked out of the dining room, taking off his jock strap and letting it fall to the floor. His ass was thick and muscular. I hadn't cum since this morning, and my cock needed relief just as badly as JP's did. I wanted to bury my dick deep inside JP and feel his warm hole wrap itself around my tool. Of course, I also wanted to shoot my load into him as well. I followed him into the bedroom. Cal and Jon were on the bed already, Cal's legs spread and up in the air and Jon already inside of him. The two of them had their arms wrapped around each other, and were whispering to each other. JP and I were far enough away that it was an indistinct murmur. "Guess we're on the couch," JP said, motioning me towards a black leather couch. It was at an angle to the bed, arranged so that we could watch the two men on the bed, or look out the window at the sunset. JP sat down on the couch, his erect shaft sticking straight up. "Come here boy," he said to me. I straddled him and pushed my ass back against his dick. "You want it?" he asked. I was facing him, staring into his brown eyes and studying his grey-flecked stubble. He was at that indeterminate age of "older:" perhaps early forties, maybe even a well-preserved sixties. But age didn't matter here; the only thing that did matter was his cock. It was nuzzled up against my hole, waiting to penetrate me. "Ready?" he asked. He didn't need to do any explanation of what he meant by that. We both had the same goal. "Yeah," I said. "Good." He put a hand on my waist, and reached around to guide his cock into my hole. His cockhead slid in, almost too easily. It was the fifth time I had gotten fucked that evening, and my hole was relaxed and ready. "Oh yeah," he said, as the head disappeared into my body. "Fucking nice hole. Fucking nice spermy hole." "Oh god," I moaned, feeling his manhood press into my body. "Oh fuck yes," "Give him what he needs," Jon called out, hearing my grunts and moans. "You know he can handle it." "Ignore him," JP said. He craned his neck, I leaned in, and we kissed. His stubble was rough against my face, but that was the way it should be. There was no mistaking he was a man as his thick cock pushed into me; the stubble only re-enforced that. "What do you need? What do you want?" "Your cock," I said. "Yes, boy?" he replied. He was laying claim to me, that much was clear from his tone, and it made me happy. I had always tried to control my fantasies. I had read so much on the internet: from groups to barebacking, from partying to leather, from bondage to role play, what turned me seemed limitless. I had been raised to be a good boy, and between the barebacking, the wine, and the pot, that short lifetime of indoctrination was quickly fading away. To be his boy, his personal toy seemed like the best thing I could do at the moment. "What else?" "Your load," I continued. He kissed me again, working his way down my face, throat, and finally reaching my smooth chest. "What else?" "Jon's cum." This time he didn't have to say a word. He just lifted his eyebrow, and I knew he expected more from me. "Cal's cum." "And?" "Anyone's cum." He smiled at me. Admitting I would take anyone's cum was a small price to pay. I would do anything to see that smile again. "That's my boy," he said, and kissed me gently. As soon as he broke off the kiss, he slammed his cock into me. "Cumhole," he said, as my body shook from the impact. He kissed me again. "Just how I like them. Innocent on the outside, perverted on the inside." "I try," I said. Jean-Paul's raw cock was remorselessly thrusting into me. That was the fundamental perversion of the night: I was letting another man bareback me. There seemed to be nothing more perverted or anything more transgressive than the simple act of two men having sex the way it had always been. The condom had so quickly become an inevitable part of sex that we, as men, had forgotten how unnatural it was. But, at the same time, until very recently, the condom was critical. Jon had told me that the entire family, Jon, Jean-Paul, and Cal, were all HIV-positive. "How long for you?" I asked, between bouncing up and down on JP's shaft. "I mean, being..." I hesitated. It was not my place to ask this deeply personal question. But, JP had his cock buried in my ass and was dripping pre-cum into me. There was not much that seemed to be off-limits between the two of us. "Poz?" JP asked. He pushed me down on to his cock, reminding me exactly who was fucking whom. "Yeah," I said. "When did you get it?" "Well. I found out twenty years ago. August 10th." "You remember?" "Some dates you never forget." "Do you know how you got it?" I asked. Once more, I wondered if I was getting too personal. But there was still the unmistakable presence of JP's manhood in my gut, leaking the virus he had acquired so many years ago into me. It didn't matter now; I was protected. But I was still curious. "I was younger. Lost. I had broken up with my college boyfriend, ten years after we had moved in together." He stared at me for a moment. "You want to hear the ramblings of an old man?" "Yeah," I said. It was the honest answer. I did want to hear his story. "Fucking hot older man. DILF." "Thanks. Anyway. I was lost after that. Started going to circuit parties. All-night, drug-fueled dance parties, a sea of almost naked, muscle men. Hooking up with the men I met there. It was all about living in the moment, giving ourselves over to pleasure. We knew the risks, but condoms were too much trouble." His gaze lost focus as the memories of those years hit him. At first, it was hard for me to tell if the memories were good ones or bad ones. But then, I felt his dick push deeper into me, lubricated by the steady drip of his pre-cum. "And?" I asked. "Two weeks after a party in Palm Springs, got really sick. Was in the hospital for a few days. They did the blood test, and found out why I was sick." "HIV?" "Exactly. I want to say finding out gave me the kick to make my life better. But it didn't. Not by a long shot. It made it worse. More parties. More drugs. More men. And now I no longer had to worry about catching anything. So more unsafe sex." "What about now?" Jean-Paul seemed so adult, so in control of his life that it was hard for me to imagine that he was once an out-of-control party boy. "I mean, it's not what you are now is it?" "Well. I'm a lot better now. There's still the occasional bit of fun." He pushed his cock into me; I was clearly the bit of fun for the night. "It wasn't until I met Jon that I really started to clean up and calm down. But that was nearly four years later." I kissed him. It was hard to think of anything else I could do in that moment to get closer to him. My body was pressed against his, my tongue was in his mouth, and his cock was in my gut. My cock was hard as a rock, thinking about everything he had done and the experiences I wanted to share with him. "Any regrets?" "About my life?" he asked. I nodded. "No. Can't have regrets. There's no opportunity to go back and fix things." This time he kissed me. We didn't have to say anything; even as young and innocent as I was, I intuitively understood what he was telling me. "But it's a lot easier now. You've got PrEP, and don't have to be afraid of the freedom." There was another pause. In the background, I could hear Cal and Jon fucking. "You?" he started. "Are you scared at all?" "Yeah," I said. "I was. I barely fucked until college. And even though I fantasized about barebacking, I didn't dare do it until today." "You trust it?" "Of course," I said. "It works. I read a lot about it, before I started." The first time I heard about it, it seemed too good to be true. A pill that would protect me. "And Jon told me a lot about it as well." JP grinned. "And I get to reap the benefits of it. You're a real barebacker now." "Yeah. I am. Not going back either." "That's what I like to hear from a man. Any other kinks you want to explore?" "Well, uh," I stumbled. I knew I shouldn't be ashamed of what turned me on, but I blushed when I thought about the porn I had downloaded and all of the freaky stuff I had jerked off and shot my load to. Besides barebacking, there was one thing that reliably got me off. "Yeah. There is." "Yes?" JP asked, arching his eyebrow. "But, um, well." I stopped again. I wondered what JP would say. I hadn't even talk about this with Jon, much less the husband I had only met a few hours earlier. "I always get off to bondage movies." As I said it, I hadn't realized how fast my heart was racing. "Bondage?" he asked. There was a hint of tension in his voice. He was playing his cards close to his chest; it was hard to tell if it was excitement or condemnation. "You mean, like rope and restraints?" "Yeah," I said. "It's just, just the way I am." "No," he said. "It's cool. Better, it's very cool." He leaned in, the smile on his face was conspiratorial. "Jon and Cal. Doesn't do anything for them. But me. Nothing gets me harder than tying up a boy." In my gut, it was hard to tell if the feelings were from excitement, or the white shaft of marble that was JP's cock slamming into me. "I've never done it before though," I said, scared that telling him the truth would turn him off. "Doesn't matter. We can go slow." He closed his eyes, slammed his cock into me, and let out a gusher of pre-cum. "The thought of you. Rope around your body. Tethered down. Straining against the shackles, but ultimately powerless. Fuck!" He pulled his cock out, then slammed it into me. "I want to do that. To you. With you." He opened his eyes and stared at me. My hand went to my dick, almost involuntarily. I was barebacking with a hot older man. A dirty old man who wanted to tie me up. A man who wanted to tie me up, and fuck me. It was too many jerk-off fantasies colliding into reality, and my cock was dripping precum. "You like that boy?" "Fuck yeah," I said. I was jacking my cock furiously now, at least two strokes for every stroke of JP's stiff cock. "You'd let me tie you up?" I nodded. "Make you totally helpless?" I nodded again. "You know, I could do anything I wanted to you." I nodded once more. "I know." I was not the only one edging ever closer to orgasm thinking about the possibilities. "Anything you wanted." His cock was deep in me. "I've already let you cum in me." Things slowed down for me. I could feel every tiny movement of his cock, even the faint throb of his heartbeat. "I know," he said. His cock penetrated a millimeter deeper into me. It hardly made a difference, but in the moment, it mattered. He was inside of me. Dripping in me. "I want to cum in you again." Pressed against my ass, I could feel his balls, full and heavy with cum. They pulled in to his body, getting ready for the impending orgasm. "Fill you with my load." "Do it," I said. "Fill me with your poz load." That needed to be said. As soon as I said it, time flipped. In less than the blink of an eye, JP had grabbed my hands, pulled them off my cock, slammed his own shaft far into my body, and for an agonizing moment, the world stopped. "Cum in me." "Fuck," he said, and a spurt of cum slammed down the length of his cock, directly into my body. It was quickly followed by a second one, and then a third. "Fuck," he said, before giving me a kiss, and shooting a fourth load of his dirty cum in me.

Chapter Four This hall was different, there was only a single door waiting for us, which peaked my curiosity. Was this where I was going to be fucked by the Priest or better yet have a ride on the cock of the bull who granted me entrance to this twisted place? Without a word, the Priest opened the door, granting us access to this new room. Inside was another door beside a floor to ceiling window. Inside the window was dark, revealing nothing. “Death is irrevocable. Unchangeable, time is of the essence. Afflictions harbor death, yet by welcoming sickness, pollution, and decay, you balance out the repercussion of natural sex. Sex free from constraints, free from judgment, and internal remorse.” Said the Priest. “Beyond this door exists a man that has balances the terms of free sex. His life consisted of nothing but free sex, self perverting his body of death. Analyzing his seed, we have discovered that he is a carrier of each Sexually Transmitted Disease known to medical science. Mutation has created new, ones that we don’t know how they effect the body.” Staring inside, I just wanted a peak of this man. I could only guess that this man was a God to them, they worship him for his embrace of death. Darkness still hid this man from me. “Wasting away, we search for our next Absolute Being. You must allow his death to be passed to you. You must seize his death, making it your own. Allow him to use your hole to gratify his consecrated cock. Absorb his energy, his disease, and his death.” I watched through the window as the light flickered on. Standing in the middle of the room, with his back to us was a naked man, or what was left of him. His body was voided of any fat deposits, his skin hung from him. His ass was saggy and wrinkled. His right arm was the only body part moving. It was obvious that he was stroking his cock. He slowly turned around, revealing the front of his body, which was very much like his back, void of fat and wrinkled skin. In the middle of his chest was the same symbol that was on the invite, tattooed deep. I moved my eyes slowly down his chest and stomach to his crotch. He was slowly stroking his cock, which was at least nine inches cut, with a massive mushroom head. It was red, raw and in some spots bleeding. If his toxic load didn’t corrupt me then the blood off his cock would. His face was blank, void of emotion. Yet, his eyes spoke volumes. Lust, carnage, and sex radiated from behind his darkened stare. He licked his lips while with his free hand created a turning motioning. Hypnotized I slowly turned in spot in front of the window, then once my back was to him, bent over, spreading my ass checks with my hands, exposing my hole. Inside I was pleased with myself, I was freeing myself from the bondage of misery and inhibition. The Priest inserted a key and with a click the door was swinging open. I moved quickly inside with the gaunt man. My desire to acquire his disease and death took over. I craved freedom. Immediately the man grabbed me, turned me around while at the same time bending me over. His hand clamped around the back of my neck, holding me still as his cock started to stab my wet hole. My cock instantly shot it’s load all over the floor just from this man’s touch. His cock found my hole and slid in, balls deep in one motion. I felt no pain, no remorse, only lust for death. He pulled out until his massive cock head was pulling my hole out from the inside, then pushed back in balls deep. As he quickened his pace of pumping his cock deep in and out of my hole, his grip tightened on my neck. The pain of my neck mixed with the pleasure of my hole hardened my cock again, yet I could not stroke only brace myself with my hands on my thighs. My mind’s only thought of the mixing of the cum that was already in my hole and the blood from his raw cock. I was over come with excitement again, shooting my load on the floor, the second time without stroking. I was absorbing his death. My mind filled with thoughts of viruses moving through my blood stream, effecting every cell in my body. I wanted his gift of disease circulating my blood stream. I wanted to be a carrier for HIV, for the unknown, for death. He continued to pump his cock deep in my hole, over and over. I felt his nuts slap mine sending pleasure shooting through my body. His hand forcefully turn my head without releasing my neck, directing my sight to the window. My eyes bulged as I saw the Priest. His robe was open, exposing his naked body underneath. He was stroking a thick uncut cock, eyes closed, licking his lips with an expression of pure pleasure on his face. His cock was heavy in his hand, thick and spongy and his balls were hanging low, bouncing to the rhythm of his stroking. Tattooed around his belly button was the biohazard symbol. My Priest was poz, how fucking hot. Was his toxic load part of the cum that I held in my hole before? My mouth watered as I watched the Priest stroke through the window. My gift giver continued pounding my hole, pulling cum from deep inside causing my balls to become slick and drip down to the floor. The cock thickened inside of me, hardening telling me that he was going to blow his charged seed soon. I continued to watch the Priest stroke through the window. My breath quickened, matching the sinister man’s fucking me. His thrusts became harder and harder, while the Priest’s own stroking became quicker and quicker. My own death dealer released his grip on the back of my neck, only to position is forearm across my throat, all the while still roughly pounding my hole. I grabbed his forearm with both hands, trying to release it, not wanting to escape this brutal fucking, but to ensure I stayed conscious, so I could feel his gift me his disease; to feel my body welcome HIV as well as any other disease he carried. Through the window, the Priest held his hand in front of his cock head, aiming the piss slit into the palm of his hand. I watched as his cock became fully erect, then begin to pulse, as shot after shot of cum erupted from his piss slit into his waiting palm. The load was thick and clung to the sides of his slit only to be forced off by another shot, repeating this over and over again, until the eruption slowed to just a light milking by his hand. My desire for this cum was great. I wanted to eat it, shove it up my fucked hole so it could be used as lube and then forced deep inside by the current dick. The Priest locked eyes with me, his stare was so intense I could not look away. Without emotion, he raised his hand to his mouth, licking his cum off and swallowing it. Seeing this, I shut my eyes, getting lost in the pounding that my hole was taking. The long strokes in and out of my ass soon shortened, as if he was teasing his head with my hole bringing him closer and closer to shooting. I rode the wave of pleasure, until he rammed his cock deep within. His cock jumped and twitched over and over in my hole as his diseased cum shot in deep. “take my death you cock loving mother fucker” he yelled I pushed back on his cock feeling his bones grind against my ass. I wanted every fucking poisoned drop of cum inside me. Moments later he push me violent forward, causing me to fall to the floor, ripping his still hard cock out of my hole, then turned away. I moved quickly towards the door for my escape. Not knowing what will happen now that he shot. Going through the door, I discovered the Priest had now refastened his robe and was quietly waiting. I fell back on the door, holding it in place, until the Priest locked it. I wanted out of that room. It was the only time I felt fear. The fear was not from sex, disease or death but of the man that just fucked me. I felt a darkness emerge from him after he shot his load in me, as if he lost part of him and that was replaced with something else. We quietly left the booth and returned to the hall. As if trained I followed the Priest through another door. Entering the area just outside the locker room. “A choice you must make now,” the Priest started to say. “now?” I questioned. Where was my choice in this earlier, although I think I would have said yes to all that I have done. “A choice you must make now, receive our mark, and continue this journey or reject the mark and go into the world with new purpose, new desires, new diseases and new freedom” “mark” I quietly said feeling as if it was the only choice to make. I wanted more than just the freedom I gained through raw sex, through carrying death. The Priest knocked three times on a door. The muscle bull entered through it shortly after. His massive arms wrapped around me at my elbows, which caused the part of my arms below to lift outward. As I was standing there in the grips of this bull, grinding my ass against his crotch still separated by his robe, the Priest had opened a cabinet. I could see a red glow illuminating the inside, but had no idea what he was doing. I could feel the dick on my captor growing against my ass, distracting me slightly from the Priest. In a quick motion, the Priest moved in front of me, grabbed my right arm, twisted it palm up and at my wrist pressed a red hot prod against my skin. The pain was tormenting, I opened my mouth to scream, yet nothing came out. The seconds seemed like an eternity. Satisfied that I was properly marked, the Priest removed the prod, then rubbed an cream on the spot which removed all the fire, pain and redness, leaving only the left side of the symbol of the invitation. With that task complete the Priest turned and disappeared through the door we came through. “Phase one is complete, dress, leave and be ready” the bull said pointing to the door of the locker room. I quickly went in, found my stuff, dressed. My head was swimming with questions. My hole was so wet, that I knew I would have a huge wet spot on my shorts before I got home. I could feel the cum leaking slowly out of my hole. A door opened and a hand motioned for me and without question I followed, taking me back into the man-trap just off the entrance. The muscle bull was waiting for me and quickly let me out back into the world.

The party........Oops, I did it again A few weeks after Juan left, James felt the need to get fucked. He never told his friends about this need or what he and Juan had done together. Mike suspected, but James never confirmed anything. James also didn't tell his friends about the toys he bought to use on his ass. He used them every time he jerked off now. James was starting to think of his ass as a sexual organ that needed attention. James had fucked about four guys in the preceding three weeks, each time using the same approach: go to the guy's place, use a condom, cum on his back or face. James enjoyed fucking the guys, but something felt different. He didn't feel as satisfied. He needed another cock in his ass. James went with Mike and a couple of other friends to a party in a lakefront condo. He knew the guys from the bars, but not very well. James was wearing a tee shirt that barely touched the top of his jeans and tighter jeans that usual. The jeans made his ass look amazing. James was a bit self-conscious about wanting to get his ass fucked so he hung around the bar in the kitchen a lot. Mike noticed and sent over an acquaintance who had fucked him recently, Dustin. Dustin was not really James type. He was short, thin, and nerdy, but he was a solid guy, had a huge cock, and was very sexually aggressive. Twenty minutes later James was on his knees sucking Dustin's cock in the bathroom, getting him off in a few minutes. And yes, James swallowed. James may have hoped he and Dustin could return to the party without anyone noticing, but not so: the attendees had noticed 'top jock boy James' was acting a bit different. A few of the guys knew something was up when top boy Dustin and 'top boy' James disappeared into the bathroom together. An hour later, Dustin had his cock in James and was fucking him in an alley between the party and the bars. James opened his ass to Dustin as soon as the boy had told him to. James moaned as he bent over, as Dustin, the ever-so-nerdy guy pummeled his ass. James loving playing the bottom - he needed and had to get fucked - he had to have the cock in his hole. James had condoms in his jeans pockets but none of them were on Dustin's cock. He was letting another dude he'd just met a couple hours ago fuck him bareback. James actually didn't care about that right now. Instead he needed the cock. He also recognized he wanted the cum in his ass. It had been weeks since Juan had dumped his cum in James' ass. Now James needed Dustin's cum. In fact, he told Dustin "I want you to cum in me. Don't pull out." Dustin just pumped harder and in a minute dumped his load in James willing ass. Dustin and James went to join the others at the bars and dance. At 4:00 in the morning, James left the bar with Dustin and some of Dustin's friends. They went to Dustin's house where all four guys fucked former jock top boy James bareback. seeding his hole - and on each occasion James plead for the top's load.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” I gasped as the thick uncut dick pushed through the gloryhole cut into the wood of the confessional, then through my outer ass ring. “You have not sinned yet my son,” Father Adelmo said, “But I see from the arch of your back that you are about to. Here, snort this white manna, feel the burn, and let Brother Roberto give you your penance.” The legend of El Dorado - originally El Hombre Dorado (the golden man) - changed over time and went from being a man, to a city, to a kingdom, and then finally an empire. Yet here I was, on the outskirts of Miami, seeking a way to my El Dorado, my golden man, the man who could infect me with CRF19 - the most virulent strain of AIDs in the Western Hemisphere. The thick wood wall held firm as Brother Roberto slammed his 10-inch dick through the velvet covered hole and into my ass raw. I was happy to take whatever penance he offered as long as it got me closer to my goal - closer to the bug - closer to CRF19. My journey began in 2015 when the United States and Cuba restored diplomatic relations after 50 odd years of being enemies. Soon after the doors had reopened between our two countries, reports started appearing on some of the fringe news sites of a dark virus. ‘CUBAN DEATH MARCH’, ‘COMMUNIST PLAGUE’, ‘AMERICA AT RISK FROM VIRAL ATTACK - FIDEL’S LAST TRY’, and more. By the time some of the mainstream news and government sources reported the information, the headlines were not quite so inflammatory, but gave me a fucking hard on nonetheless. CRF19 was an aggressive strain of AIDs so far only found in Cuba. No one knows why exactly yet and just fucking Google if you want to read the conspiracy theories from it's a legacy of the aliens who founded Atlantis, to John F. Kennedy’s ‘FUCK YOU’ to the Cuban people. What mattered to me were the words, “...aggressive strain...combination of sub-types A,C, D,..a recombinant strain that progresses to AIDs THREE TIMES FASTER than normal strains…” I spent months on multiple search engines, submitted several Freedom of Information Act requests to the Centers for Disease Control, sent emails to whoever I could find in the United Nations, NGOs in Florida, and more trying to find some lead, some detail, something concrete about this strain of AIDs. Why you ask? I’m a drug addled bug chaser - duh! I like dirty dick and well frankly, tired of the vanilla shit available to me in the grand-old-U-S-of-A. Gonorrhea - been there done that. Syphilis? HUH! One shot and cured? I even spent my two week vacation last year as a drugged out whore at a homeless camp in Oakland, California, where I ingested so much street drugs, raw homeless dick, viral blood and cum, I had the demons of Hell trying to live up to the example I set! Yeah, I came home with a sore throat, a sniffle, a drip or two, but nothing that would have set my path to that total self-destruct button. You know those TV ads with the big red button they push and BAM - office supplies appear? I was looking for one of those with a biohazard sign on it - one that would lead me to a toxic waste dump of humanity - the apocalypse of my existence - the end times living in the Nirvana of viral-infected bliss. I had almost given up, and then I read a blog post about Father Adelmo. At first I figured it was from what ever drugs I had let the latest BBC freak me up with so I would be a pliant white cunt for him, but turned out to be all true – and then some. My research on the web told me that Father Adelmo came to Florida in a boat with his parents when he was like 13. He excelled at school, went to seminary, rose up in the ranks of the church hierarchy, but then something happened. What exactly, I could not find, but searching deep and wide on the web I soon realized Father Adelmo had two groups of followers - the normal, kind-hearted citizen who supported his many, and ongoing good works even like his soup kitchens, hospices, and other charities even though he had been kicked out of the priesthood. The second were more of a mystery as the few threads I found that mentioned drugs, sex, cultish activities often disappeared almost as soon as they got posted. I guess Father Adelmo didn’t want folks like me to know the vile, twisted, drug-crazed shit he made them do. All that was well and good, but the fucking kicker - the fucking kicker was I found an online post where someone said that Father Adelmo had snuck them into Cuba for a weekend of raw, twisted, brutal, gangbang fucking. He was a sex trafficker – fuck! The catch? There’s always a fucking catch. Beyond the U.S. Coast Guard and whatever Cuban border issues and legalities such shit might create, Father Adelmo was a cash boy. Cash man more accurately, but a hustler. Pure and true. While it appeared his monies went to help the hungry, the homeless, the less fortunate, he was still a hustler and part of my mind warned - DANGER DANGER - CON-ARTIST! Well that didn’t stop me. Through a lot of sleuthing that was a combination of Sherlock Holmes, Magnum PI, and Agatha Christie, I was able to get an email address that I was told would connect me to him. A few emails later - with me having to bare my innermost, darkest, twisted and extreme desires - Father Adelmo agreed to help me if I had the funds and got to Miami. FUCK! Two weeks later I was in Little Havana waiting to step through a door with bars on it in a line of nondescript buildings that were a mix of warehouses/shops. The only indicator I was in the right place were the numbers above the door that were peeling off - you know those metallic looking kind you get at a hardware store that are like stickers? Oh yeah, and also by two men with plastic name tags pinned to their shirts that said ‘Brother Roberto’ who were standing outside the door. Did IHOP have a ‘going out of name tag sale’? They could have been twins as both were dark skinned, tall, muscular - like fucking buff muscular, with tight clipped hair, and were wearing all black clothes. The one on the right had a jagged scar on his right temple and he put a hand roughly in the middle of my chest to make sure I got the message that to enter through the door I had to get through him and his compadre first. I thought they would ask for an ID, secret password or some shit once I told them I was there to see Father Adelmo. No, nothing that movie-esque. Brother Roberto - the one with the scar - held up his phone, took a picture of my face sans-shades, tapped his foot as he waited, the phone dinged, then he smiled and said, “Entre por favor - PUTA!” I knew enough Spanish to know he just called me a slut and as I glanced at the hefty Cuban cigar he had dangling down his right pant leg I was more than ready and said, “Thanks Bob!” as I waved and sauntered in. The outside walls of Father Adelmo’s chapel were a vibrant blue, but inside it was dark, full of smoke, candles, and looked like the central altar of a medieval cathedral had been crammed into a space far too small for it. Did they fucking heist a church or what? In the middle of the floor, standing on a slightly raised dais was Father Adelmo dressed in robes of gold brocade with jewels on each finger, a miter hat, chains of gold - the embodiment of a prince of the church. Well except for him being naked, the smoke coming from crack pipes, weed pipes, and god knows what and the two ‘altar’ boys (clearly of legal age so ‘altar men’ but you know what I mean) off to the side fucking like rabbits. Holy hell what the fuck? “This do in remembrance of me,” Father Adelmo said as the next supplicant got down on his twink knees and slurped on the good Padre’s thick uncut dick that was peeking out between his golden robes. The twink then stood back up, took the jeweled chalice from Father Adelmo’s right hand and slurped from it, wiped his mouth with an exaggerated motion, then bent forward and with a rolled up bill snorted a line off a golden tray held in the Father’s left. The twink spasmed and would have dropped if not for another man dressed just like the two out front had not caught him, shuffled him to a bench against the wall, and left him propped askew as two other supplicants began stripping him. The Father paused and looked at me, “Come forth my son. Join the holy union. Be one of the body.” All eyes turned and stared at me - well all eyes that were conscious and not fucked up. I took a small step forward, then another, and the grunts of the two altar boys as one shot in the other’s ass spurred me forward. Up close I could see that Father Adelmo might be older than he first appeared. Yet, he was still handsome and that dick - fuck that dick! Up close it was even thicker and was drooling from the tip. I wanted nothing more than to bow before my new lord and master. “This do in remembrance of me,” Father Adelmo said as he jutted his hips forward and held out the chalice and plate for me to partake. I took a step back, raised my hands up in humble submission and said, “I..ah..think I’ll just watch? This time? OK?” Father Adelmo ran his tongue over his top lip then pulled his lower lip under his upper teeth all in one alluring motion that said, “YOU LOOK FUCKING TASTY!” I took another step back and bumped into a hard body. Another Brother Roberto was standing behind me, blocking any further regress, so I smiled, gave a nervous chuckle, and watched the rest of the ceremony trying not to let my ass override my common sense. Once all the supplicants had tasted Father Adelmo, drank from the chalice, snorted from the plate, and staggered off to begin their orgy of salvation, the Brother Roberto behind me pushed me forward as another Brother Roberto took a white, lace handkerchief and wiped the spittle off Father Adelmo’s dick before tucking it into his pant’s pocket. He then took the chalice and plate and followed the Padre stage right and through a door into the back. I was pushed along to follow and when I stepped through the heavy, wooden door once again had the thought of, “Where the fuck are we?” We were in a series of rooms that seemed far larger than what should have been - all polished wood, velvets, golden candlesticks, and more. Father Adelmo let one of the Brothers pull the golden robes off, but before they took off his jewels and miter he motioned for the chalice and plate and said to me again, “Come forth my son. Join the holy union. Be one of the body.” The Brother Roberto behind me gave me a rough shove, so I got the impression this was not a choice. I stepped forward, reached for the cup and got a good cuff up side the head. I turned with a snarl at the Brother as I rubbed my head and he pointed. Oh yeah, step one, kiss the ring - or in this case, the big uncut Cuban dick on Father Adelmo. I kneeled, kissed the tip, got my head cuffed, so I opened my mouth and slurped on it a few times while Father Adelmo and the Brother Robertos chanted in unison, “Taste of my flesh”. His dick was rank and foul tasting and I don’t really like sloppy seconds or 23rds or however many other mouths had been on there. Father Adelmo held the chalice and plate steady. I took the chalice, stared down into the dark red swirls of liquid, sniffed it, eased it to my lips and took a sip. I swallowed and Father Adelmo and the Brother Robertos chanted in unison, “Taste of my blood”. I didn’t have a rolled up bill so leaned close to the golden platter, pinched one nostril and SNORTED. Fucking hell! I choked, gagged, and thought for sure I would have a stroke as Father Adelmo and the Brother Robertos chanted in unison, “Taste of my spirit”. My eyes watered, I felt dizzy all of a sudden, and someone roughly put their hands under my armpits and half dragged/half walked me to a velvet cushioned chair just off to the side. While I tried to regain my senses, one Brother Roberto after another completed the ritual - tasting the Father’s dick, drinking from the chalice, snorting from the plate. Not one of them staggered or swooned and I felt like such a pussy. The ceremony complete, Father Adelmo’s final adornments were taken off, placed inside a large, wooden cabinet, and while I looked in awe again at his monster uncut dick, he came over to me and said, “Come my son, let’s discuss what it is that you seek.” The Brother Roberto I had met out front - the one with the jagged scar on his temple - helped me up then Bob and another Brother started to manhandle me and strip me. “Hey - hey - what the fuck guys - I…” Another cuff to the head and I shut up and complied. I was still buzzing from whatever the fuck it was I drank and snorted and even if I hadn’t of been there would have been no way honestly I could have stopped them. Plus, it was kind of hot being force stripped by the macho men even if they were fucking cultists or crazy fuckers. I was led through an ornate door into a room that had plush carpets, piles of pillows, tables with platters of white powder, crystal decanter’s with various drinks, and other carnal wants and desires. On the far side of the room the wall was covered with a series of four wooden booths. The ornate carvings and scrollwork and velvet curtains told me they were confessionals - or had been once. Father Adelmo sat in the one on the far left and I was directed to the one just to the right - my right/his left - whatever. The curtain was shut behind me, Father Adelmo slid the partition back, and said, “Kneel my son, and tell me - what do you seek?” I looked at the Padre’s handsome face and watched as he started stroking his dick. Someone in front of his booth held the golden platter out for him along with a golden straw, and Father Adelmo snorted a big line, wiped his nostrils, his eyes flared open, and he stroked his dick faster. My curtain was pulled back, the platter pushed in, I snorted again, swayed, Father Adelmo chuckled, but this time the rush was not so bad and I quickly steadied myself on my knees. “Push your ass back now,” Father Adelmo said. “What?” I asked, not understanding. I turned and looked at the confessional wall behind me and saw a gloryhole had been cut into the wood and trimmed in dark, red velvet. Two large, meaty fingers were wagging at me and I looked incredulously at Father Adelmo, the fingers, back at the Father. He smiled, “What do you seek?” he said again in a reassuring voice, then his tone darkened and he said, “NOW PUSH YOUR ASS BACK!” I looked back at the waggling fingers again - they were still there, waiting for my hole - yet they had changed and were dusted in a coat of white powder - likely from the golden platter. The fingers found my fuck-chute, I cried out “FUCK THAT BURNS, PLEASE STOP!” Father Adelmo had stood up now, his big, uncut dick hanging over the side of the confessional window as he grabbed my head and fed me his Cuban dick. “TASTE OF MY BODY - TASTE OF MY BLOOD - TASTE OF MY SPIRIT. THE VESSEL MUST BE CLEANSED, PREPARED, AND ANNOINTED!” Father Adelmo said as I sucked his brick-hard dick and the anonymous fingers scraped and dug and ripped up my hole as they coated my guts with the white powder. Other voices chimed in, all chanting in unison as I was plugged at both ends by these unholy men. I cried out, my guts clenched, my body heaved and the fingers that had been digging in my ass quickly removed themselves and a soft cloth wiped, dabbed, and cleaned me. Father Adelmo lifted my head up and peered down at me, “You have begun the journey. Your body has rid itself of that which has been holding you back. You have dispelled a good portion of the inner lining of guts to ensure that you are ready to receive the gifts that are to come. You must pay the price to reach El Dorado, to find the one you seek, to become the sacrifice on the altar of man - for men - by men. Now my son, what do you say?” I was confused, in pain, high as fuck, and was having a difficult time focusing between the scalding burning in my ass, the hot man dick that had just been taken from my mouth, and the words that the Padre had spoken. What do I say? Yes? Please? Thank you? How the fuck did I know what he wanted? He was talking in riddles - just fuck me for god’s sake! I was raised a Baptist so all this formal religious overtone was a bit beyond my personal experience, but thanks to cable TV I knew enough I guess as I replied, “FORGIVE ME FATHER, FOR I HAVE SINNED.” I THEN GASPED AS THE THICK UNCUT DICK PUSHED THROUGH THE GLORYHOLE CUT INTO THE WOOD OF THE CONFESSIONAL, THEN THROUGH MY OUTER ASS RING. “YOU HAVE NOT SINNED YET MY SON,” FATHER ADELMO SAID, “BUT I SEE FROM THE ARCH OF YOUR BACK THAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO. HERE, SNORT THIS WHITE MANNA, FEEL THE BURN, AND LET BROTHER ROBERTO GIVE YOU YOUR PENANCE.” Stay Tuned for Part 2 - (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Hottie from class photo update: I caught him in the act!!

Part 2 I dropped my fifth load inside Chase’s well used ass as the sun peered through the curtains of the hotel room I could see in Chase’s eyes he was ready for a break. I suggested that we jump in the shower to refresh ourselves. While we were in the shower I told Chase more about my business. His eyes lit up as I told him how much money I typically make in a week. I told him that I wanted him to come back to the city with me. The expression on his face was one of conflict, he knew that he could use the money, but he didn’t want to leave his boys. After the shower we drank a ton of water and ate a couple bananas each when I told him to go over to the bed as I finished getting things ready for us to start back up again. When he reached the bed I let him know that there was a (well packed) pipe waiting for him if he wanted to smoke some more of the stuff we used last night. The eagerness of his grabbing the pipe and lighting up (with my instructions) told me he like Miss. Tina. Looking in the mirror I could see him blowing some impressive clouds. When I joined him at the bed I told him to lie back as I placed a strap on his upper arm. Chase didn’t question anything I was doing (not even the ‘red’ tinge to the barrel of the point) as I wiped his arm with alcohol. I simply told him that if he really liked the stuff I gave him last night along with what he was smoking, he would love what I was about to give him. I found a nice vein and slipped the needle in, registering an additional red to the barrel before I slowly pushed the plunger down. As I was injecting the drugs into my friend I let him know a little bit of what to expect as the point was emptied. I placed some tissue on the injection site, raised me friend’s arm as I released the strap. Chase coughed out hard as he rode his first rush. I joined Chase on the bed as I rubbed his chest letting him know everything was going to be just fine. I then began to administer my own slam. Once I joined Chase’s level (well not quite, I did about half of was I gave my buddy) I pulled his head to me throbbing cock. He eagerly swallowed me to the root as I pulled his body around so I could eat his hungry ass. His moans drove me wild as I was eager to fuck my friend. There was going to be something different during this fuck session. It was time to let Chase know his fate and seal the deal of his moving to the city with me. I crammed a pillow under Chase’s ass as I lined up my cock with his formerly neg ass. I slid in slowly while I stared directly into my friend’s eyes. As I bottomed out balls deep I asked him how my poz cock felt inside him. I don’t think his drug hazed brain registered what I said as I began to slowly pull out before slamming back in. After a few strokes I then commented that I could still feel my dirty, poz cum deep inside him, that after I was finished his poz ass was going to belong to me. I kept this talk up and slowly saw the wheels turning when he finally got what I was telling him. I cannot describe the expression that told me he knew his fate was sealed. Chase placed his hands on the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. I knew at that moment Chase made up his mind to go back with me to the city. I kept Chase high until Sunday morning with additional slams as I started to explain more of the business and how he was the star of my latest live production. I showed him where several of the hidden cameras were in the room and the estimate that this weekend’s live sex show probably netted me $10,000-$15,000, which half was his. Chase took another half dozen loads from me before we ended the show, had something to eat and slept until early Monday morning when we left for the city.

Finale James fixed his life over the next few weeks. He got pornhub and xtube and xvideo to take the video down and then got the tumblr guys to take it down too. James let a few of the tumblr guys fuck him so they'd take it down. James even drove to Milwaukee so one guy could fuck him. The guy lived up to his word and took it down. James sister had seen the video and called to make sure he was okay. Fortunately James' parents hadn't seen it, or if they did, they certainly didn't bring it up. And, as only a few discrete gay boys at the firm saw it before he got it down, it seemed as if both the work environment and his family were okay. Of course James' friends had all seen it. They all knew the safe sex jock top had turned into a slutty bareback bottom. James had tried to lie his way through it, but he couldn't. They had all clearly seen his face and heard his voice begging for the top's cum. A top, who, by the way, whose name James still did not know. After due thought, James decided to give up on lying and just be himself. A few months later, James was now a regular at both Steamworks and Man's Country. He didn't care who fucked him and preferred they fucked him bareback. He asked them all to cum inside him. He liked having it happen in a public spot so guys would watch. It made him feel even sexier being the center of attention. Over the next year, James became the bottom everyone had fucked. James no longer cared what people thought of him. He loved taking cocks and their cum in his ass. James was happy.

Chapter 2 After he pulled his cock out of the bottom on the bed and Sam pulled out of Alex, they moved away so the next lucky top could take their places. Before he picked up his towel, Alex wrapped his arms around Sam, gave him a big hug, and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. “Wow, thanks.” Sam told him. “No, thank YOU!” Alex replied. “You helped me reach a decision about something and I’m going to start working on it tonight.” Sam got a knowing look in his eyes and smiled. “Happy hunting, stud,” he told Alex as he picked up his own towel and headed for the door. Alex did the same thing, deciding it was time to head for the wet area. Alex entered the large tiled room where the showers, hot tub, steam room, and dry sauna were and hung his towel on a hook. He showered off quickly, enjoying the eye candy that was showering around him, and then settled into the hot tub. No one was getting serviced at the moment, but there were several other guys in the water with him. He enjoyed the hot water as he relaxed for a bit. He closed his eyes and thought about the poz cum that was still in his ass. Even though Sam was on meds, it still had the virus in it, which turned him on and made his cock start to harden. The more he thought about his decision, the harder he got, too. He remembered seeing messages on the marker boards in the hallways about guys in certain rooms seeking poz loads. He wondered if he had the nerve to do that tonight. One thing at a time, he thought. It was time to sit in the steam room for a bit. There was usually some action going on in there and even if he didn’t participate, it was nice to watch and jack his cock some. He stood up with his raging hardon and got a few whistles of admiration. He smiled and winked at them and headed to the door to the steam room. It was a big room with lots of space. There were a handful of guys already in there, one getting fucked. Alex sat near them and started slowly playing with his hard cock. It amazed him that he was so hard considering he’d just cum a short while ago. The idea of becoming poz turned him on that much. The 2 guys fucking were really going at it and Alex was focused on watching them and didn’t realize someone had walked up to him. “Mind if I sit here?” a voice asked him, breaking his concentration. He looked up and saw the hairy, bearded daddy from the locker room pointing to the space next to him. “Please, be my guest,” Alex replied, a little startled. The hot daddy sat down and held his hand out. “Hi, I’m Max,”. “Nice to meet you Max, I’m Alex.” “You really caught my attention in the locker room, Alex,” Max admitted. “I was hoping I’d run into you again tonight.” “Well, I’m glad you did,” Alex countered. Feeling bold, Alex put his hand on Max’s muscular, hairy chest and started rubbing all around. Max growled softly, “Oh yeah, that feels nice.” He turned so he was facing Max and put his other hand up as well, running both hands through all the sweaty hair and playing with his big nipples. “Oh fuck yeah, you know exactly what a man likes, don’t you,” Max said, growling again. He sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the attention, which made his big, thick cock stand up. He then turned towards Alex, put both hands on either side of his face, and drew him in for a kiss. He kissed Alex gently on the lips a couple of times and then planted a deep, passionate kiss on him. Their tongues battled and they swapped spit as the kissing went on and on. Max finally broke the kiss and stood up. He held out his hand to Alex, “Why don’t we go back to my room and get comfortable.” “I’m all yours,” Alex shot back, standing up and taking the hand that had been offered to him. They exited the steam room and Max went to get his towel. “No need to shower, I love a sweaty man,” he said. Alex raised an eyebrow, smiled, and grabbed his own towel. They wrapped their towels around themselves and headed down a hallway. Alex followed to the back part of the area where the rooms were. Max unlocked his door and let him into a large room with a bunk, some lockers, and a sling in it. He had rented one of the bigger play rooms. Alex couldn’t believe his luck. One of the hottest men there had a great room and was interested in him. They dropped their towels and laid on the bunk, their sweaty bodies mashed up against each other. “You’re a pretty damn good kisser,” Max said to Alex. “Right back at you stud,” he replied. “Call me Daddy Max.” He said with one of those low, sexy growls of his. “Yes Sir, Daddy Max.” The 2 men went at it again, making out fiercely, their tongues battling for dominance. Their hands were all over each other’s bodies, exploring everywhere. Daddy Max was covered with a thick layer of fur that had just started showing his gray. His hair, beard, and body hair was black except for the gray, giving him an incredibly sexy look. Alex reached down for Daddy Max’s cock and could barely get his hand around it. It had to be at least 8 inches if not more. He loved that his new daddy made those deep growling noises while they were kissing. Everything about this man turned him on. Daddy Max finally broke the kiss and lay back on the bunk. “Why don’t you show your new Daddy how good you are with your tongue.” Alex immediately started working his way down his body, starting with kissing and licking his face, including that sexy beard, working his way down the neck, chest, stomach, and legs. He licked and kissed practically every inch of the front of his body, purposely avoiding his thick cock and bull balls. He worked his way back up to the crotch and started licking and sucking on each ball. He could only get one at a time in his mouth, they were so big. Then he made his way up to that incredibly thick cock. He started licking, sucking, and nibbling the big mushroom head and worked his way down each side before finally opening his mouth wide and engulfing as much of the cock as he could. He was able to make it more than halfway down so he started working up and down, sucking and licking the head and shaft. Daddy Max continued making low growling noises, obviously loving the attention his cock was getting. Alex kept it up for another few minutes, pulled off the cock, and gave his new daddy a big kiss. Then he whispered, “Turn over, please.” Max flashed him his brilliant smile and rolled over on his stomach, his thick cock sticking out between his legs. Alex started giving his backside the same treatment as his front, kissing and licking his way down from his thick neck to his waist, then skipped his ass and worked his way down both legs. He made his way back up to the hairy ass and started kneading each ass cheek. He licked all around before finally spreading his cheeks and running his tongue up and down the sweaty crack. As he zeroed his tongue onto Daddy Max’s asshole, he let out another deep growl. Alex was learning quickly that meant he liked what he was doing. He started licking and sucking on his new Daddy’s asshole, sticking his tongue in as deeply as he could. Daddy Max arched his back and pushed out, opening his ass for the tongue. Alex licked, sucked, and tongued the delicious asshole for quite a while. He finally, reluctantly, crawled back up to where he was lying next to his new friend. They started kissing again. Alex loved the fact that Daddy Max was tasting his own ass by sucking on the tongue that had just been buried in it. “My friend, I think you just might be a keeper,” Max said to Alex. He immediately put his finger on Alex’s lips saying, “Let’s see how the rest of tonight goes and take it from there.” Alex smiled shyly and nodded. They sat up facing each other on the bunk. “So, do you think you’re up for some adventure tonight? Maybe broaden your horizons some?” Daddy Max asked. Alex got a curious look on his face, “go ahead, I’m listening.” “Good boy. I have this room for the night, so why don’t we get your hot ass in that sling and see what happens next.” “I’ve never been fucked in a sling. I think I’d like that, especially with you doing the fucking.” “I’ll definitely be doing the fucking, at first. You see, I come here quite a bit and know a lot of the regulars. If one of us finds a hot piece of ass that doesn’t mind being shared, we usually let the rest of the gang in on it. You strike me as the type that might be up for some fun like that. What do you say, stud? Although I think I can guess your answer from the way your cock is acting.” Alex looked down and not only was he rock hard, but had a stream of precum running down his shaft. His little head had already made up its mind. “To be completely fair, there’s one thing I need to tell you first. I’m HIV+,” Daddy Max said. Alex had to grab his cock and squeeze it hard to fight cumming. The fact that this hot daddy was into him, wanted to do some intense play with him, and had HIV had almost made him have an orgasm without touching himself.

So. This is another true story. A few weeks ago, my husband had just left for work and I was horny as hell. Note for those who didn't read my earlier post: I'm a 27 year old whore. 5'7" and about 150lbs. Hairy and love bottoming. My husband is a sweet adorable man who doesn't have much of a libido and I'm always horny as hell so I fuck around when he is away at work. Bored out of my mind, I decided to hit up some of my regulars to see if they were free. Nothing there. I hit up A4A and BBRT and small town that I am in, nothing. I finally resorted to Grindr. Posted a note saying I was horny and looking for now. A few minutes later I was hit up by a blank profile. No pleasantries. Just a simple "address?" Being a good slut I gave him my address. He asked, "std and HIV?" Me, "Clean. You?" Him, "Squeaky clean." That's all he said. I quickly showered and cleaned up and prepared the lube and condoms. Fifteen minutes later he sends me a message, "Here." Buzzer didnt work so I went downstairs to get him. At the door I literally stopped short. I saw a fucking hunk of a man. Handsome as fuck. White guy. Late twenties. Built like a football player (big and beefy). Black beard and the deepest blue eyes. The guy seemed too good to be true. I thought maybe he was there to meet someone else. I walked up and opened the door. He looked at me and said, "this is gonna be fun." I led him upstairs slowly. I was so in awe of him I couldn't walk any faster. I finally ushered him into my house and he asked where the bedroom was. I pointed it out weekly. He held me by the neck and led me into my own bedroom. I knew who was in charge. Once inside, he said, "Listen faggot. I'm straight so don't even think of trying to kiss me. Understood?" I weakly replied, "Yes Sir." I quickly got to my knees and untied his shoes. I took them off and took a big whiff of his sweaty smelly socks. I licked his smelly socks and rubbed my face all over and under his feet. My submission to his superior self got him hard. He motioned me up to his crotch and I obliged by quickly unbuckling his manly texas style belt and jeans. I pulled down his pants to his ankles and he stepped out of them. All the while my face was buried into his sexy grey boxer shorts as I was aiming for that hard on. He slapped me on my right cheek on the face and pulled off his shirt. For the first time I saw his sexy hairy chest. He had the perfect chest. Big and burly. His chest hair thicker and blacker than mine (which can be hard considering I'm brown). He had a sexy Tattoo on his left pec with his name on it. We will call him Brandon. He had another sexy complex mechanical tattoo on his left shoulder and upper arm. Basically with his shirt off, this Addonis went from a 9 to a 13 out of 10. I feel it is a bottom's duty to ensure that the bottom slut is undressed faster than its top. So I too quickly took off all my clothes down to my birthday suit left in just the work socks that my baby daddy had given me and told me to wear every time I got fucked by another man. Anyway, my sexy straight top then went to lie on the bed on his back. He made himself comfortable using my husband's pillows. And then ordered me with those Godly eyes onto his crotch. I politely obliged and took a big whiff of his sweaty crotch before begging him for permission to remove his boxers with my mouth. He permitted me. I did the finest and fastest job of doing so considering the practice I'd had. His cock was a beer can thick 9" member oozing precum. It was covered at the base by a thick growth of the densest public hair I had ever seen. This white man, whoever he was, was the finest specimen of a testosterone filled man I'd ever seen. I quickly started to lick his hairy balls and work my way up to his thick uncut cock. His crotch was pungent. And he was sweaty. Maybe he had worked earlier. It got me even more horned up. I took his cock in my mouth and tried to deep throat it. Gagged. He laughed and pushed me down on it. I choked and gagged for a few minutes before he let go. And then my throat became used to him and I wored his thick dick deep into my throat over and over. "I dont want to cum this way faggot," he said. I knew what he meant. I squirted some lube on my ass and positioned myself on my back. I grabbed a condom and started to open it. He laughed. "I'm gonna breed you raw faggot." With that he forced his thick cock onto my hole. It was too big. I screamed a "No. Condom please." He slapped me hard across the face. So hard it hurt. Angrily. He grabbed my face and chin with his hand and pushed his face into mine. "I will do as I want. And I will fuck your ass raw. Understood?" I started to cry. He spit on his thick cock and forced it in. I screamed in pain and he held his hand over my mouth and pushed my face down as he forced his way into my ass. He was pushing down on my face so much and so hard into the mattress, I could feel the box spring hitting the back of my head. My ass was higher than my face and completely at his disposal. He kept forcing his cock in till he was balls deep. And that's when the rough thrusting began. My screams were muffled by his sheer force and his loud animal grunts as he raped my ass raw. Twenty minutes later I had lost all strength to fight back and he was still strong and powerful destroying my sore ass. The pain was slowly starting to feel good as I knew I would probably never be raped like this by real man ever again. He moved his hand from my mouth to my neck and pulled me up to his hairy pit. I took a big whiff and as soon as I smelled his manliness, my limp dicklet sprung to life. This seemed to please my sexy bear rapist and his thrusts started to get deeper and faster. He kept hitting my prostate and after five more minutes, he had me cummings hands free. I shot all over my chest and face. He smiled and continued to grunt as my hole automatically became tighter after I had just come. It started to hurt more and more. I started to tear up again and whimpered. Finally he announced that he was getting close by grunting loudly and started to deposit volleys after volleys of his baby juice into my ass. I counted thirteen thrusts and volleys. I finally took a deep breath as he pulled out of me. My ass felt empty. He brought his dick close to my face to clean off. I could see pink splooge on it. I knew he had ripped me up good. I lapped up everything that was on his dick as he laughed for some reason. He looked at me handsome as ever and said, "You're such a faggot." As he wore his clothes and I lay there exhausted with my ass sore and bleeding, I said to him, "Thank you Sir."

Bathhouse pozzing Alex was excited and nervous. He hadn’t been to a bathhouse in years. And back when he did go occasionally, he was very strict on using condoms. Now, not only did he prefer bareback sex, but he’d started flirting with the idea of becoming poz. He knew there was always a chance you could become poz from unprotected sex, especially anonymous sex, but more and more, the idea of becoming poz had started to excite him. He looked for pozzing stories online and the hard to find video clips of guys begging for poz cum whenever he jacked off. He checked in at the front desk getting a locker and a towel and headed to the locker room. It was a busy Saturday night and the locker room was full of guys either getting undressed to put their towel on and go be sluts or getting dressed to leave after getting their fill of hot anonymous sex. There were all types of guys in there, fit, muscular, stocky, hairy, smooth, young, and old. He loved seeing a lot of their cocks before they wrapped their towels around their waists. He started getting a boner himself, just from being in the room. A muscular, hairy, bearded daddy noticed Alex’s thick 7.5 inch hardon, raised an eyebrow, and gave him a brilliant smile. He had just the right amount of gray in his hair, beard, and chest hair to make him hot as fuck. As he walked past Alex, he reached out and squeezed his shoulder. Alex took a couple of deep breaths, locked up his locker, put his towel on, and headed out of the locker room. He had to pass through the lounge area where several hot guys were sitting around talking or watching porn on the big TV. He walked by the wet area, taking a glance inside. He saw guys showering and in the hot tub. Some of the guys in the hot tub were making out and one guy sitting on the edge of the tub was getting his big cock sucked. Alex decided he could come back by there in a bit. He started walking around the halls, checking out guys standing by their rooms playing with their cocks through their towels. Occasionally he would pass by a room with a wide open door, the occupant naked on the bunk with his ass towards the door. That was an open invitation for anyone to come in and fuck them. He decided he would have to do that on his next visit, seeing how he was mostly bottom and the idea of random guys coming in to fuck him really turned him on. There was no telling how many of them would be poz. The thought made his cock tent his towel. He saw a crowd standing outside one door at the end of the hall. It was one of the bigger rooms with a bigger bed in it. Alex got where he could see in the room and there was a minor orgy going on. 3 guys were on the bed getting plowed and the room was full of guys waiting their turns. He could tell no one had a condom on and the thought of that kept his cock rock hard. He recognized a friend, Sam, waiting in line. Sam waved Alex in so he waded through the onlookers. Even though Alex was mostly bottom, he did like to fuck occasionally and he had a nice thick cock. Sam was a friend with benefits and he greeted Alex with a hug, a deep kiss, and a squeeze on his hard cock. He took his towel off and they stood at the side, watching the 3 guys getting fucked good and watching the waiting guys keeping their cocks hard for their turns. The energy in the room was very sexual and there was a lot of verbal nastiness going along with the fucking. “Oh yeah, take my big cock!” “Love the sloppy feel of your cunt with all those loads in it.” “Gonna fucking breed you, getting so close.” The one who was about to cum was the one Alex and Sam was standing by, a stocky guy with nice muscles. He started fucking the bottom’s ass harder. He had about 6.5 inches, but he was really thick. You just knew the bottom was feeling that cock, even if it wasn’t his first for the night. “Goddamn yeah, take my fucking gift!” the stocky fucker yelled and slammed his cock home. Hearing that he was trying to poz the bottom made Alex perk up, something Sam noticed. Once the guy finished dumping his toxic load, he pulled out, grabbed his towel, and headed out of the room. Sam looked at Alex and said, “I was next, but looks like you need it worse than I do”. “Are you sure?” Alex asked. “I couldn’t help notice his little announcement about gifting really turned you on. Go ahead and shove your cock in that toxic loaded cunt and enjoy yourself. Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve fucked you, so we can both get something that makes us happy.” Sam replied. “There is one thing you need to know, though. I recently tested poz. I’m on meds, so it’s up to you. It took Alex 2 seconds to start smiling at Sam, “Fuck me, Sam!” Sam smiled back and nodded. The bottom that Alex approached was on his back, which was fine with him. He did indulge himself in a little fantasy by squatting down and licking the guy’s asshole, tasting the poz load that had just been deposited there. He stuck his tongue in and sucked some of the toxic cum out of the well fucked ass. He savoured the flavor of the fresh poz cum that had been pumped into the used asshole. He swallowed some of it and spit some out in his hand to lube up his thick cock. He lined his thick, slicked up cock with the wide open man pussy and slid all the way in. “Oh GOD yes, please fuck me! Breed me!” the bottom begged. Alex proceeded to do just that. He started a nice steady pace in the used ass. He noticed that the other 2 bottoms also had new partners by now. This was by far one of the hottest scenes he’d ever been involved in. The next thing Alex knew, he felt Sam spread his cheeks and stick his tongue up his asshole. To give him better access, Alex shoved all the way in and ground his cock around, stirring up all the cum that was in there. One load at least was poz, no telling how many others were. He started making little fuck movements, backing his hole onto Sam’s tongue, and then shoving his cock into the used cunt he was working. Next, he felt Sam’s fingers working their way in him. He pushed all the way in and started working the bottom’s eraser sized nipples, giving Sam a chance to get his poz cock inside him. Alex had become a pretty big slut the last few yrs and he liked cocks of all sizes. He loved to get stretched out and he loved a good, deep fuck. Sam had a long, thin cock, perfect for getting deep inside him. He slid his long, toxic cock halfway into Alex and then held still. Alex knew he was leaving him room to fuck himself back onto Sam, and then back into the bottom. And that’s exactly what he did. He got a good rhythm going, fucking into the load of poz cum and then fucking back onto his friend’s poz cock. Alex was in heaven. The whole scene had him so fucking worked up that he knew he wouldn’t last long. He picked up the pace going back in forth, into the ass and onto the cock. “Fuck I’m getting close,” Alex said to both guys. “I’m getting ready to breed your guts,” he told the bottom. “Yes, please fill me up with your cum. I need it!” Sam whispered to Alex that he too was getting close. “Are you ready for my poz cum in your ass? I’m gonna fill your fuck hole up with it.” “Oh fuck yes, I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna shoot and I want you to shoot too. Fucking cum in me! OH FUCK I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” Alex bellowed, shoving all the way in and shooting his cum. Sam pumped a few more times and then he also buried his poz cock to the hilt and spraying Alex’s guts with his poz jizz. Alex had never had such an intense orgasm. Knowing that he had intentionally taken poz cum up his ass took him to new heights of excitement. It also helped him make a decision. He would from now on take all the poz cum he could find with the hopes of one of those toxic loads infecting him.

I have a fuckbud that I see every now and then, latin, 5'10", dark hair, 7-7.5 thick uncut cock. The last time he fucked me I told him to freeze his loads when he jerks off until the next time we were able to get together. He sent me a few pics of the vial he was using as he filled it up. Today he said he had relatives coming over and would have to get rid of it so I told him to come over after work and not to bother showering. He came over, the door was unlocked and I was face down ass up on a sofa bed in the living room. He walked in and stripped and started right in fingering my prelubed hole open. The cum had started melting so he worked the thawed cum into my hole and then pushed a frozen chunk of cum in me (the vial I saw later was about three inches tall and maybe half an inch in diameter). I had cum running down my balls that he scooped up with his hand and held that over my face while he rammed his cock in all the way. The cum in my hole made for great lube and I sucked on his hand and fingers getting all that sweet seed coating my tongue and throat until he started rubbing it into my beard. All I could smell was cum and I felt a pool forming in the sheets under my cock. He fucked two fresh loads into me then took a break while I sucked his cock clean. He told me he had eight loads in the vial so I was now up to ten. I kept sucking him until he got hard again and he pushed me on my stomach and jerked off on my hole then rammed his cock in and fucked me hard with the 11th load. When he finally pulled out there was cum coating his cock, balls and pubes and I made sure I got every drop. It will be about three weeks before we can get back together again, I gave him some pointers about different containers to use that would make it easier and told him to shoot for 30 loads for next time.

WTF I don't remember who this guy is that is in our bed. He is hot looking with a nice size dick. I think I will wake him up with a morning BJ and find out who he is.

Part 2: The thick wood wall held firm as Brother Roberto slammed his 10-inch dick through the velvet-covered hole and into my ass raw. I was happy to take whatever penance he offered as long as it got me closer to my goal - closer to the bug - closer to CRF19. I snorted two big lines off the golden platter and once I did, Father Adelmo stuck the end of his uncut Cuban dick back into my mouth and started chanting, “JOIN THE HOLY UNION. BE ONE WITH THE BODY. JOIN THE HOLY UNION. BE ONE WITH THE BODY.” The chanting picked up in tempo and volume as Father Adelmo pumped my throat and one of the Brother’s banged my ass. “TASTE OF MY BODY - TASTE OF MY BLOOD - TASTE OF MY SPIRIT!” the Father yelled as he stiffened, clutched the carved finials of the confessional window and grunted in unison as the good Brother swelled and flooded me at the other end. I tilted my head slightly up, which made Father Adelmo’s dick spurt his last drops onto the roof of my mouth. His head was thrown back in righteous ecstasy, the cords on his neck straining as I gave him a holy vision and swallowed his sacred seed. Finally spent, Father Adelmo relaxed, exhaled, looked down at me and set his hands on top of my head in blessing and thanks before easing his now semi-hard dick from my hungry gullet. Brother Roberto was not so kind and pulled out of my freshly fucked hole in one jerk, making me gasp. As the Brother’s seed settled in, Father Adelmo stepped out of the confessional, my curtain was pulled back, and Bob was there to help me stand. I was disappointed as I was hoping he had been the one fucking me, but when the curtain pulled back and another Brother stepped out, all I could think of was how to get more of dick back in my hole so I could turn it from pink and white to red and white - cherry vanilla swirl. Father Adelmo settled himself in a high-backed, ornate chair, as a Brother held the platter out for him to snort from, another set a crystal glass full of a burgundy liquid to his side, and a third handed him a long braided cord heavy with golden beads. Bob - the Brother Roberto with the jagged scar on his temple - pushed me forward and motioned for me to kneel on a plush pillow by the Father’s seat. I tried to sit back, but was kicked, so back on my knees I arched my back, stretched, and was rewarded with another dip at the plate of white manna to snort. FUCK! Each hit burned more and more, but the shit was good whatever it was and the more I snorted, the more surreal the situation became and I chuckled a bit. The ornate plush room, in some warehouse type building, surrounded by guys who now - more so being high - all looked like clones - serving a twisted pig of a Padre. Damn! The golden beads on the braided cord made a soft, rhythmic noise as Father Adelmo ran the cord between the thumb and fingers of his left hand. He seemed lost in thought now and no one spoke a word. He snorted from the platter, a Brother carefully wiped the excess from his right nostril, then with pupils wide the Father turned to me and said - as if we had been in the middle of a conversation all along, “The CRF19 virus responds to antiviral treatment. But due to its fast progression rate, those who are diagnosed are done so too late for the therapy to work and their immune systems are unable to recover.” My dick twitched and I moaned. The Father went on, “While my sources inform me the strain has now reached epidemic proportions in Cuba, so far, it has not spread outside Cuba, with the exception of a few rare cases.” There was another pause as Father Adelmo snorted some more, the platter was held out for me and when I only snorted two lines, I was cuffed up side the head by Bob, so I snorted two more. Bob set his hand on my left shoulder in firm approval and squeezed. Father Adelmo titled his head, leaned forward, held my chin up with his right hand so that I could stare into the depths of his brown eyes and asked, “Are you willing to be the lamb that brings CRF19 back to my children?” I nodded, Father Adelmo smiled, and suddenly the room was full of motion and energy. My head was released, Father Adelmos leaned back in the chair, two of the Brothers Roberto stood side by side in front of me - one roughly grabbing my left wrist as the other wrapped a length of golden silk around it then holding the free end yanked my arm out to the side. My other wrist was done in turn and together; the Brother’s pulled me forward. I tried to stumble, but fell flat onto the carpeted floor and as I did, each ankle was grabbed and also wrapped and then pulled and soon as I lying flat with a Brother kneeling by each of my hands, the golden cloth wrapped around their fists, tying us together like a shepherd and a wayward sheep. My legs were splayed; Father Adelmo stood over my head, bent forward, and slid his braided cord of beads under my neck, looped it, and pulled. I choked and sputtered and he pulled harder. While Father Adelmo was literally yanking my chain, a hard body lay on my naked back and a thick dick punctured my rectum anew. Being held down and throttled left me little choice but to take the dick that started to slowly push in, pull out, push back in. I then heard a loud snort above me and Father Adelmo began to chant, “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME. THAT STARTS NOW. HERE AS I MARK YOU AS THE LAMB.” The thrusting in my ass paused, the cloth bindings pulled taught, Father Adelmo kneeled by my side-turned head and I felt a sharp slicing in first my left, then my right shoulder, followed by him rubbing his finger over each wound as he said, “BLOOD TO BLOOD UPON THE ALTAR OF MEN, SO SHALL YOU BE MARKED. ANOINTED. BAPTIZED BY ALL HE WHO COMES FORTH!” The man inside me started slam fucking hard, deep, fast, and the only sound he made as he filled with me his seed was a soft grunt. He immediately withdrew, there was a few seconds of shuffling as the cloth binding on my right ankle was shifted, then someone else lay on my back and they too began to fuck. Father Adelmo had stood back up, snorted, and continued to chant, “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME.” The man in my ass filled me with sperm, more shifting, another big dick and I grunted as this one was a bit thicker, but they were all long - holy hell where did he find these men? I just took at least 30 inches and was there more coming? Apparently yes. “TAKE THE BLESSING OF THE SEED. TAKE YOUR DELIVERANCE. I BLESS YOU MY SON. LET ME ABSOLVE YOU OF YOUR PAST LIFE AND ANOINT YOU FOR THE LIFE TO COME.” The chant continued to ring and resound as one after another the five Brothers in the room shifted positions in turn and each fucked me raw, and filled my ass with their gifts. I don’t think any of them had nutted in a long time as not only did I feel the cum flow from my hole, but they came awful quick. This was not about enjoyment; it was about service and duty. Brother number five was getting ready to unleash his contribution inside me when Father Adelmo’s voice grew louder, “I BAPTIZE YOU - I BAPTIZE YOU - I BAPTIZE YOU.” the Brother filled me up and pulled out of my ass and within seconds as the Father yelled “I BAPTIZE YOU!” I felt a hot spray of cum blast from the Father’s dick as he jacked off standing over me, coating my shoulder wounds, my back, the side of my face. He then took a step back, straddled me once more, and I felt the powder of his chemical storm sprinkled over me and then the golden platter was dropped to the floor and discarded, no longer needed. It was snowing in Magic City - a chemical fallout. My wrists and ankles were released. Hot hands pressed my flesh, mouths and tongues found the chemical adornment the Father had dumped on my naked and used body, and as the Brothers slurped it up, they mixed the white powder in with the Father’s cum. It tickled, and I was jealous, and I was begging for someone to fuck me! Someone - I’m convinced it was Bob as he seemed to enjoy doing so - cuffed my head so I shut up and the Brothers finished licking, snorting, and using my sacrificed body as a drug buffet. All restraints released I got my wish as the drugged up Brothers were horny and ready for round two, three, and four. I was hefted onto my hands and knees as one stuffed my mouth and another slammed his dick balls deep as he squatted behind me and pounded my wet sloppy hole. Rough fingers coated my nostrils, my ass burned from more chems shoved into my fuck chute. I was baptized, anointed, and made sacred over and over by their DNA. Some hours later Bob helped me up after I had been basted with Cuban cum like a Christmas turkey. He ushered me into a small room that had just a cot, washbasin, and a set of dark red, almost black clothes. Not black like the Brothers, but dark blood red like death. One of the young twinks from the chapel - now dressed in crisp whites and holding his head down in deference - brought in a small plate of food. When I asked him about the clothes he did not explain the whites but said, “The Brothers serve HIM! The Brothers are holy. They wear only black as a symbol of death and mourning for the lives we all lived and those that will be lost.” OK - yeah these fuckers were bat shit crazy, but hey, the dick was good so what did I care, right Dusk was slow to descend on the city, but as it did, Bob led me out of my monk cell to meet Father Adelmo who was confidently standing by the front door, his dark gray shirt buttoned all the way up. He smiled as I approached, nodded, and as he led me outside and walked me down the sidewalk, the Father spoke about his good works from the soup kitchens, to the hospice, to the daycare center and home for unwed mothers, and more. The people of the neighborhood all waved, smiled, and shouted greetings, praises, and honorifics as our entourage strolled by - the Father, me, and a horde of Brother Robertos. I tried asking the Father when I would get to go to Cuba, how I would get there, what would happen then, and more, and with each question he shushed me and gave a dismissive little wave. Fuck - like I was a child! I had come all the way to Miami, had let him and his goon squad drug me up, fuck me, breed me (well OK, I DID like that), but still. The least he could do was give me answers. I huffed and was set to start another round of questions when Father Adelmo stopped by a cinder-block warehouse, a Brother slid back the large door, and Father said, “Peace my son. Brother Roberto will guide you and it will take a few days to make all the arrangements - that is if you have the money? You do? Good. Go and get it and return here. Brother Roberto will accompany you.” Father Adelmo then stepped into the darkness of the warehouse while Bob cuffed me and guided me down the sidewalk in the direction of my hotel. Wait, how did he know exactly where I was staying? In my hotel Bob wasted no time forcefully pulling my issued pants down, mounting my hole raw, and soiling the clean sheets on the bed. I like a top who is verbal - he was not - but that big dick still felt great as he slammed me and so I begged for him to breed me. Clearly he’s a freaky fuck as he yanked his dick out, pulled a baggy of white powder from his pocket, and as I laid on my back with my legs up I watched as he licked his finger, coated it good, then proceed to finger fuck me and bump me higher. I was in heat and begged and pleaded and swore and prayed until Bob anointed me with some more of his seed. That finished, I opened the safe, got the cash I brought, Bob packed it into a backpack that he slung over his left shoulder, and we started back towards the warehouse. I was hyped and chatty, yet Bob deflected all my questions about the good Father with silence. Well the Brother Robertos/”Bob” might have taken a vow of silence but as I felt his cum leak from my ass I chuckled knowing celibacy or abstinence from drugs were not in his set of solemn promises. Even when I begged, “Please let me sin again and make me repent - right here in this alley,” Bob just looked at me all stone faced and silent and pushed me along. Damn him to hell! Back at the warehouse, Bob led me through the large door, into the dark cavern, past two Brothers standing guard with automatic rifles. Shit that was new. We followed the echoing voices, turned a corner and came into a room with a long, wooden table and a number of people hustling and bustling about. Father Adelmo was at the far end, he paused his conversation, waved us over, looked in the backpack fingered the stacks of cash, smiled, and nodded. Bob stepped away and left the room so I looked around. The dim bare bulbs dangling from the ceiling, swaying in the currents of air created by large fans hanging from the rafters, let me see that there were more men with guns coming and going and two others hunched over the table cutting open blue plastic bricks and dumping out packets of white powder. I squinted and realized the men with guns - in jeans, t-shirts, and caps, were Brothers Roberto. They had changed clothes. The men at the table sorting the baggies of powder were Brothers too and one of them looked up, winked, then went back to work. My ass twitched. I went to step closer, but someone put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. I turned, it was Bob, and he too had changed and had added a Miami Marlins baseball cap to his ensemble. Father Adelmo then walked over to me, handed me a baggy, and I turned it over to see the little symbol stamped in black on the back - an angel. Father Adelmo opened the baggy, poured some in his hand and held it up for me to snort. Christ that burned and I swayed, he laughed and Bob steadied me. I shook my head to clear my mind and the Father said, “Tonight, you will go with Brother Roberto and will sell these to my people in need. I also must see how far you are willing to go to obtain the CRF19 virus. Yes, I praise you for today’s service, but there is more you must do.” He tapped the partially empty baggy and said, “THIS IS A NECESSARY EVIL AND ONE THAT ALLOWS ME TO DO ALL THE GOOD WORKS I SHARED WITH YOU AND MANY MORE. THOSE WHO PARTAKE ARE LOST - FOR NOW AT LEAST - AND TONIGHT SO SHALL YOU BE. A LOST SOUL, A BODY WITH NO SOUL THAT EXISTS ONLY FOR THE PLEASURE OF THE DOWN, OUT, DRUG ADDLED, AND DISEASE RIDDEN. YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE TO REACH EL DORADO, TO FIND THE ONE YOU SEEK, TO BECOME THE SACRIFICE ON THE ALTAR OF MAN - FOR MEN - BY MEN.” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Game Quest: Part 4 The Game Begins 5:37 pm and the doorbell finally rang. I opened the door and there he finally was. His build was what I expected, and his face cherub like, skinny, kinda cute, unfortunately the acne was more than I expected. He had a tight mouth, and big brown eyes that would never meet my gaze. His eyebrows connected, but easily fixed with grooming. He was dressed in jeans, a grey t-shirt and Converse sneakers. The bike ride was obviously a long one on an 80° day because his t-shirt and short unstyled light brown hair were soaked with sweat. “Hello boy,” I greeted him overly enthusiastically, catching the shy boy a little off guard. “I’m Rog, come on in to the air-conditioning, before you drown in your own sweat.” I offered him my hand and shook his hand while I pulled him in the door. I was more than happy to see his handshake was limp and weak, the sign of a true passive. In he came, and shyly peeped out a “Hi, I’m Greg” as I pulled him passed me. A distinct smell of boy body odor followed him. “You must be thirsty,” I said “after that bike ride. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable and I’ll get a couple Cokes out from the kitchen. The costumes are over there on the couch, why don’t you have a look at them, I’ll be right back.” I injected on my way to out of the living room. “Oh, also look at the clock and note what time it is. That’s number 7, don’t think I didn’t notice.” I took my time coming back from the kitchen, mostly to give him time to look over the costumes I laid out for him, but also to think about what approach to take next. He hadn’t noticed me coming back into the room with the Coke bottles, and he startled a bit when he realized I was watching him examining the black rubber body among the others. Bingo, I said to myself he’s a rubber suite before. “Go on,” I said, “you can touch it. That one’s for my favorite cosplay. I have other accessories for it too, I just haven’t had time to get them out yet.” “What’s it for Sir?” He asked as he picked it up. “It’s for a stealth interrogation cosplay. It should fit you, if you’d like to try it on.” I said realizing that the last minute name was kind of lame. He looked a little puzzled at the name of the game I gave him, but he never took his eyes off of the suit. In all the sm videos I’d sent him under my false profile, there had to have been a rubber suit. He looked at it intently then started examining the zipper that started at the neck and worked its way down between the two nipple flaps, then down past the crotch, and under between the legs to finish at the small of the back. He was fixated on it, and I think I could see a small bulge forming in his sweat jeans. “Let’s try it on you.” I encouraged him sternly. “I’ll give you a hand getting into it.” “Ok”, he said blankly. That was violation number 8, but I thought it best to remind him of it later. I put the Cokes down on the coffee table, and grabbed the hanger in the suit with one hand held it up so it fell to its full length. “It’s easy,” I said “you just unzip the zipper all the way, like this, and then climb in.” He continued to feel at the suit touching the powdery inside. “Now,” I said. “it’s not going to slip on over your jeans and stuff, so it’s best to take off your clothes.” This woke him up a bit, he looked up at me, and met his gaze with the most serious look I could muster. Silence pervaded at this moment and I thought to myself, this is where I’ll get him. If he obeys, then he will be mine. I continued to stare into his eyes, until he started to avoid my gaze looking around the room, then finally he dropped his gaze to his feet and said “Yes Sir.” “That’s a good boy.” I said rewardingly. “Let’s get you dressed in your costume, shall we. I’ll get you the accessories for it once it’s on. Ok? Now get your shoes and pants off, I’ll give you a hand with your shirt, by the smell of them, they could use a good washing anyway.” Greg bent over to untie his sneakers and when he was upright again, I slipped his sweaty t-shirt up over his head and threw it to the floor. “Ok, now the jeans boy.” “Yes Sir” He unbuckled his belt and shuffled off his jeans. My suspicions were right, and there was a bulge in the front of his yellowed briefs. He lowered his hands to cover it, and I pretended not to notice while I occupied myself with the suit. “Ok, I said, underwear too.” He grimaced a little bit and said, “but Sir, I don’t think I can…” Now in a deep strong and strict voice slightly mocking him, I said, “What? You think you’ve got something, I’ve never seen before? Now quite fucking around and get the underwear off.” Shocked by the tone, he moved his hands quickly to the waist band of his tighty whiteys. “Off!” I said He quickly obeyed and slipped his underwear down and let it fall to his ankles. Pretending to size him up for the suit, I could now get a look at his naked body. He was slim, a bit of a sunken chest, with tiny nipples. A thick untamed bush with fairly hairy legs, and the cutest little 6-inch cock that now stood at full attention. I spun him around to get him ready for the suit and saw he had a nice plump ass with hair from the small of his back all the way down through the crack. I hoped my clippers in the play room still worked, I had a fair amount of hair removal to conquer on this boy. I held the suit behind him lowering it so he could step into the legs. “Put your feet in the holes now one at a time.” I commanded. He stepped back with the left leg and I guided it in through the hole I held open, then the same with the right. I pulled the suit up now over his hips, and held the upper part open like a jacket for him to slide his arms in. Once his arms were in I pulled the rest of the suite up over his acne riddled shoulders, and spun him around quickly to pull the suit together over his chest. “Almost there,” I said. I spun him around again, and fastened the zipper pull at his neck and slowly lowered it down to his hard on, closing and tightening the suit around his chest, stomach and finally hips. I slid down with the zipper all the way down his torso to just above his erect cock, and blurted out “What’s this?” pretending to be surprised. He couldn’t, wouldn’t answer, and started fidgeting so much, I grabbed him by the hips to steady him. Relishing in his humiliation, I said, “I think it means you like the suit boy. Is that so? Feels good doesn’t it?” “Yes, Sir.” He mumbled while moving his hands to cover the tell-tale hard on. “Ah, ah! Don’t touch it,” I yelled swatting his hands back to his side. “I think we’ll just leave it like that out in the air, for a while.” I added letting him feel the humiliation of having a hard on in front of a stranger. I spun him around again, and grabbed the zipper pull at the small of his back and lowered it packing in his plump ass, and brought it up to just under his balls, still leaving his cock out. Now there really wasn’t much left to do. I had the boy exactly where I wanted him. In a rubber body suit, cock out, and staring submissively at his feet. It was now time to reel him in. “Let’s start the game.” I commanded. “The others won’t be her till later, so why don’t you and I just take our time and get you used to your role.” “Number one”, I announced, “you are a prisoner, I will be your interrogator. You will call me Sir, you will not disobey any order, you will answer all questions quickly and honestly or there will be consequences. Number two, any other game rules will be given out in the form of orders that you are obliged to obey. You will acknowledge each order with ‘thank you Sir’. Is all of that clear boy?” “Yes Sir,” he said seeming a very nervous. “Good boy, now let’s get some more accessories and start your interrogation.” I went over to the T.V. stand and opened a drawer and removed a pair of leather wrist straps, shackles for his ankles, a locking black leather collar and a heavy leather blindfold. I walked back up the boy who was now trembling a bit and grabbed each of his wrists and fastened on the leather wrist restraints each in turn. I turned him around and grabbed his wrists behind his back and locked the cuffs together. While behind him, I reached around his neck and locked on the collar, giving it a nice snug fit and finally locked the chained shackles to his ankles. I stood back up and looked over my prize, this was easier and more fun than I had anticipated. The boy was turning out to be naturally submissive and the head of his cock started to glisten with pre-cum. “Now you’re mine.” I said to him in a murmur.

Game Quest: Part 3 It was late on Thursday when I hung up with Greg, and I went immediately to the closet in my guest room where I stored the “vanilla” costumes I used at Halloween parties. I pulled out an archer, a squire and a knight costume that would give a medieval theme. I then proceeded to my playroom in the basement, and unpacked my rubber body suit and a leather harness. Then off to the living room and laid them all out on the couch for Greg to make his “selection” tomorrow. After what I discovered from our online chat on Daddies4bois, I grinned at knowing which one he’d choose. I returned to the playroom and did a bit of clean up. It had been a while since it’s seen it’s heyday. It’s gone totally unused since I tested poz in fact. I took a wet clothe and wiped down the fuck bench, the St Andrews and the ass toys making sure the scarier items were tucked away and out of sight. Some of the ass toys were massive, and I wanted Greg to be able to appreciate things little by little. I then checked the locks on the standing cage and other attachment points to make sure I still knew what key went with what, and replaced any locks that weren’t working perfectly. Then off to the bedroom to review our chats and print off what I wanted him to reread. I might need to show him what he typed again should there be any doubt. After a few hours in the play room, I went up to bed and called a couple of friends. After all what is “cosplay” without a group.

I've been really busy for a while but I am on vacation for a while with time to write another chapter or two.

I had always wanted to but never taken anon loads, until a few days ago I decided to go for it. I posted on craigslist and hosted. Didn't care what they looked like or anything just wanted any and all loads that they wanted to fuck into me.. Managed to get a about 6-7 guys to come by and load me up. Some just asked for address, and of course got it. And some sent a dick pic. Was a wonderful experience and I fell in love with it immediately.

Raymond sent me a text a few days ago, saying he was going to be back in Las Vegas for a couple of days. He wanted to know if I was going to be in town and available to fuck? I texted back, "Fuck, yeah! Just tell me where and when? My ass is yours". I hadn't heard back from him, so I was assuming that it wasn't going to happen. But at about 11pm last night, I get a text from him. "Hey Fag. I'm drunk and horny at the MGM Grand. Get over here. I need your ass". I texted back that I would douche, shower and head right over. He sent his room number to me and I got myself cleaned out, cleaned up and jumped in the car. I arrived at his room at the MGM in record time. He met me at his hotel room door dressed in a wife beater tee-shirt and boxers. His bulge was pushing at the flap of his boxers. I came into the room. He had some str8 porn playing on his laptop. A glass of scotch was next to his laptop and a half empty bottle of scotch and ice bucket was next to it. I quickly undressed, grabbed some lube and poppers from my pants pockets. Ray took a couple of swigs of scotch, then stripped off his underwear and sat on the small love seat against his window, looking out over the Las Vegas Strip. I got down on my knees, between his legs and took his partially hard bbc into my mouth. I sucked, licked and worshiped his gorgeous dark cock for about 5 minutes as his cock grew to it's monster size in my mouth. Then he lifted his legs, pulling his knees to his chest and said, "Eat my black ass, faggot". I hungrily began to lick and eat his hole. Spreading his ass cheeks and sliding my tongue as deep into him as I could get it. Licking the soft, pink inside of his black hole. He's moaning loudly, now. "Damn, you're a nasty, fuckin' queer. Eating my black ass like I eat pussy. Feels good, faggot". His demeaning, dirty talk turns me on and I'm going crazy eating his hot hole. "Get on the bed, queer. I'm ready to fuck that white ass"! I climb up on the bed and kneel on the edge. I take the lube that I brought and I lube up my hole a bit, then hand the lube to Raymond. He lubes up his now rock hard giant cock as I take several deep sniffs of poppers. Ray walks to his scotch and takes another couple of swigs, then walks back to me and presses his swollen cock head to my asshole. I take another deep drag on the poppers. I'm going to need them. He grabs me around the waist and presses in. It burns a bit, but I just continue to sniff on poppers as he slowly presses into me. Finally I feel him balls deep into me. He kindly holds it there for a few moments, allowing me to adjust to the size of his long, thick bbc inside me. "Hand me some of that shit you sniff". I handed the poppers back to him and he took a drag on it. Then handed it back to me and I took another drag. Now the fucking got serious. He began to pump and pound my ass, showing no mercy. He'd slam into me with such force, that I'd gasp as air was slammed out of my lungs. There was a mixture of pleasure and pain with each of his thrusts. Then he lifted one of his long, muscular legs up onto the bed, giving himself a good angle to slide even deeper into my white cunt. He tried first one leg, then changed to the other. Soon he had pushed me up, fully onto the bed and he'd climbed up behind me. Slamming even deeper and harder into me. The bed was slamming against the wall. Even though it was now past midnight, neither of us cared that we were making a racket. I was completely lost in my lust for his huge, monster dick that was all the way inside me. I was in ecstasy. Raymond kept pushing me into different positions on the bed. For awhile, I was in a fetal position on my side. He lay behind me, grinding his black cock into me. I'm not even sure that he was even aware that he was kissing my neck while fucking me and now softly whispering, "Such a beautiful, faggot. You love my black cock in your pussy. Don't you? Your faggot friends don't fuck you like I do. Do they? You like my black cock? Don't you, queer?" "Oh, fuck, yes! I love your big black cock. I love your cock inside me. I love having you fuck me. I love being your faggot". He loves my dirty talk. And he begins to thrust deeper and harder again. "Get up on your knees", he demands. I get on my hands and knees again. He slams back into me in one quick thrust. He again grabs me around the waist and now really begins to pound my hole. He's now also grunting as his body slams against me. He's working up a sweat. Sweat drips from his forehead onto my ass cheeks as he's assaulting my white pussy with his bbc. He'd pull almost out of me, then slam back into me. After about 7 or 8 minutes of hard and deep fucking he let out a loud groan. "AHHHH........Fuck!!! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!". I felt his body shaking in orgasm as he kept pushing into me. My ass was milking his cock as he emptied his balls deep inside me. "Fuckin' Queer"! he shouted as he continued to shake in orgasm. "Damn!" and he pulled out of me in one quick motion. "Jesus!", he said as he climbed off the bed. Grabbed his glass of scotch, poured some more into the glass and plopped back down onto the loveseat. He was totally spent. I climbed off the bed, dropped to my knees and took his still hard cock in my mouth and began to clean my cum from his cock as it slowly began to soften. Once he'd softened and I had cleaned it of all my juices, I got up and began to dress. "So, have you had any other guys suck or fuck with you, since you fucked me at Christmas?", I asked? "Yeah. I've had a couple of fags suck me off. Found them on Craigslist, when I couldn't find any real pussy to fuck. But neither of the guys could take my dick in their ass, like you can. Hell, that ass of yours may turn me into a queer", he laughed, as he took another sip of his drink. I was now dressed and thanked him for the great fuck. "Anytime", he said, as I let myself out of his hotel room. It was now after 1am. And I had an early flight to catch in the morning. But, it was worth it to have his monster bbc and load of cum inside me again.

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire James was busy at work. He was working on a case and was doing 80 hour weeks. His hookups were limited to guys in the Loop. Most of them were out of towners at hotels. That was fine with James. He didn't want everyone in town knowing he was getting fucked bareback. Some of these guys were 20s/30s/hot 40s who James would've checked out at the bars. Others were guys with really big cocks. James got so horny at times that he had to have the cock, no matter who it was attached to. He'd been working like this for months. He needed a night out. Mike's birthday was the perfect occasion. James left work at 8, went home to shower, change, douche, and meet up with the guys. He met up with them just after they finished dinner. He apologized to Mike for being late (work....yadda, yadda). To James surprise, Dustin was at dinner. He didn't think they knew each other that well. What James didn't know is that Mike and Dustin had begun to see each other. Later that evening at the bar, Mike was telling the story of Dustin fucking him for the first time and how great it felt when Dustin's cock exploded. James looked horrified. Dustin and Mike looked at James and each other. Another guy asked what was wrong, James said; "That's gross. I can't believe you let him fuck you without a condom the first time you fucked." James walked away. He was pissed at Mike for being so stupid and unsafe. He kept telling himself that over and over. He also knew how jealous he was because he needed a big cock in his ass. He was looking forward to Dustin exploding inside him that night. Whatever, Mike's funeral. James left the bar. He grabbed a cab and went to his place. He hopped on Grindr and 10 minutes after he was home the doorman called saying his friend was here. "Friend, " whatever thought James. James unlocked the door and went to the bedroom to put on a jock strap. When the guy showed up he was not what James expected, he was Middle Eastern, kinda fat, greasy hair. James was standing there only in his blue jockstrap and thinking, "I can't do this." The guy must've sensed something because he opened his pants and took out a massive cock. James weakened. He walked over to the guy, got on his knees and starting sucking his cock. It grew in his mouth. It was bigger than Juan's cock and it tasted sour. Still James sucked the cock. He wanted it. Ten minutes later, the hairy, fat, older, unattractive man was on his back on James bed. James was lubing his cock and about to lower himself on the man. The man said, "Do you want to use a condom?" James said, "No." The man smiled. James lowered himself onto the man's cock and fucked himself on it for about 5-6 minutes until the man said, "I'm going to cum." James said, "I want it in me." The man unloaded in James. The man left. James rode two other guy's cocks that night. He purposefully sat down on each of them raw while facing a mirror so he could watch the cock disappear inside him. He took both those men's loads too. James woke up around 11, went for a run to the gym and then worked out. He was ignoring his email because he planned to checking it once he went into the office. It was a Saturday, so he was going to work only part of the day. James went home, showered, changed into some casual work clothes and headed to the office. On the way, he opened his personal email and texts. His phone had blown up. People had sent him links and were expressing surprise and calling him a whore. James opened the link and put in his headphones. It was a pornhub link. It opened with him at Dustin's apartment being spitroasted by Dustin and one of his friends. The video lasted over 40 minutes. You could make out, on high volume, James saying, "Fuck me raw." "Cum in my ass." and "Breed me!" The most clear shot was of James when he was being fucked up against the bookcase by a dude whose name he didn't remember. The guy said, "You like getting fucked bareback slut?" James saw himself say, "Yes please cum in me." James was dumbfounded. His life was ruined. His reputation was ruined. WTF? Why would Dustin do this? Then he read the title, "Safe Sex Jock Boy Taking Raw Cocks" He knew Mike had done this. James was so mad, hurt and ashamed.

Panting, Alex leans against me, having been very nearly choked out by the black cock that had lodged itself in her throat at the end there. She gasps and gurgles a bit, wiping her nose and eyes where his violent facefucking caused her to dribble snot and tears. After she recovers, and straightens herself out, I pull her to her feet. She blows a kiss to the man who just used her throat, and we continue on. I show her the lounge upstairs, and the small play area that contains little cubbies, glory holes, benches, and the public sling. For whatever reason, the public sling never seems to get as much interest as the two private rooms in the basement, I've never understood why. The upstairs area is empty, so we carry on. I show her the lockers, and then the steam sauna, which is one of the best I've been in, even including regular saunas in regular exercise facilities. It's always hot, it's kept scrupulously clean as well. Honestly I find it far too hot for sex, although it's good for checking out the talent. Around the corner, and there is a large and scrupulously clean bathroom, with a chalkboard provided to allow patrons to advertise their room number and services. I take this chance to write up our room number and 'hot bottoms taking loads from all tops, come join the party'. Most people should get the hint. Alex grins at me. Back out, and I show her the hot tub area. A large communal shower leads directly into a very large tiled hot tub. One of the things I like about these baths is how thoroughly everything is cleaned. Every morning, this whole area is throughly pressure washed, the water is changed and reclorinated, and I know this because I have often been blearily recovering from a night of pounding, come up for a soak and been thwarted at 930am... Alex turns on a shower, and pirouettes under the stream, pulls me in with her, kisses me deeply. Appreciative eyes are locked on the hot twink and the muscular daddy making out. She pulls me to the hot tub, and we enter, leaning back into the swirling water. Alex nestles into Daddy's lap, and I begin to nibble and bite her neck. The two other gentlemen slide closer and chat with Alex, who tells them of my 'lost bet' and the plans for tonight. Both men agree to stop by later, Alex amuses herself by ducking under the water and blowing the guys, staying under as long as she can each time. Eventually, I realize that 9pm is likely approaching, and it's time to get back to our room. Black and Silver are punctual men, and it does not do for bottoms to keep their tops waiting. We say our good byes, shower again, stop by the desk for dry towels, and head back downstairs to the room. We putter about, Alex changes back into the leather jock and harness. I measure out ghb portions into gatorade bottles, lock our valuables into the lockers under the bed, set out toys, lube, and some condoms. I prefer bare, but my policy as a bottom is to take cock, if the top chooses to wrap, it's his business. 'So, Daddy, are you excited?' 'Hell yes... I'm starting to drop into bottom mode. I can't wait to get started!' A cute cub walks past the doorway, stops and leans in, 'Hi guys, may I come in?' He's a cute little thing. Early 20s maybe, ginger, well trimmed beard, furry but manscaped pubes, a well formed if average cock (it's at about half mast). He's also very nicely built. Barrel chested and muscular, slightly shorter than Alex's 5'9". Alex slips into his arms and kisses him, starts whispering in his ear. I can't hear much over the house music which plays constantly here. I do catch 'party', 'negative', and 'cumdump'. Her hand drops to that pretty little cock, and strokes it. He hardens as she licks his ear. Turning to me she winks, and barks 'In the sling, daddy! I've got your first gentleman ready for you!' I adjust my cock ring, and hop up into the sling. Alex leads the cub over, hands him a bottle of lube, and bends over and kisses me hard. I feel the cub finger my hole, carefully lubing me. I'm grateful that my first cock of the evening is showing some consideration, as he thoroughly greases me, and I feel the inimitable sensation of a hard cock head brushing at my opening. My own cock is hard on my belly, my nipples are rock hard as Alex drops her mouth down to nip and suck at them. The cub presses in on my hole, and enters. I gasp as I take him, either he thickened up *substantially*, or I am tight today. I reach down to learn this cub is most assuredly a 'grower'. His cock is thick and very hard. I moan, as he slides deeper, and begins to grind in my hole. Alex pulls back from my nipples, and looks into my eyes. She leans over and, very deliberately, spits in my face. 'You're such a dirty fucking whore, daddy. You didn't even ask him his status. I know you love cock, Daddy, but it always surprises me just how much a whore you are.' 'I can't help it,' I moan as he slides even deeper, 'I need it so bad!' Alex laughs and evil little laugh. 'I know you do, Daddy. And I am going to make sure you get more than you can handle.' She pauses, and tweaks my nipples roughly, watching me flex my hips against the cub's thrusting cock. 'I know his status, Daddy, do you want me to tell you?' I sigh, as his cock is finally fully in me, I reach down and cup his furry ginger balls and groan as he begins to thrust into me. I stare into his eyes, loving the sensation of a thick cock pressuring my prostate, stretching my hole, forcing me to open to him. He quickens, thrusting harder, I grunt in rhythm to his strokes. My cock is painfully hard, I worry suddenly that he will make me cum. I don't want to cum the early, my pleasure will be greater if I hold off, as long as possible. Alex leans to my ear, 'He's positive,' she speaks clearly, so the cub knows I've been informed of his poz status. He pauses in his stroke, leans over to me, 'Want me to stop fucking you, slut? Now you know my status?' 'N n no, Sir... I want you to fuck me harder!' Alex laughs evilly. 'I knew it, you fucking whore. All those times you've dumped your cum in me, Daddy, and you're just as big a slut as I am. Carry on, young man. Give him is first load of the night, maybe you will knock my Daddy up!' The cub starts to long stroke me and I groan as Black and Silver stride into the room. Black laughs at me, as both men drop their bags, and enjoy watching my performance. The cub slaps me across the face lightly 'Want my load, Daddy? Your boy wants me to breed you, but I think you should decide if you want my Poz load or not.' He continues to pound into me as all I can do is nod frantically. He smiles, groans, and I feel the base of his cock pulse against my ring. My first load of the night, and as always I shiver with pleasure at my use. The cub pulls out, and I watch as Alex drops to her knees and carefully cleans his cock. Her tongue coaxing every drop of lube and cum and ass slime off him. It's something she has always done, since I first met her years ago, but for some reason I had not expected it in this context. The cub thanks her, introduces himself to Black and Silver, and promises to return later for another session. He closes the door behind himself. Alex leans over to examine my hole, gives it a quick lick, and informs me nothing is dripping. The cub dumped in me at full depth, so his cum will remain as lube for the next gentleman. Alex shuts the door, for the moment, as Black and Silver begin to unpack and prepare for the evening, drugs, rigs, toys, some bondage gear are sorted and organized. I start to get out of the sling, but Alex barks 'Stay, Daddy!' she glares at me, 'You want out of that sling, you ask permission!' I settle back, for the first time I feel the warm glow of a total bottom who has been taken charge of by 'his' top. Suddenly, I know this evening is going to work just fine...

fuck yes take the poz loads , I stopped my meds today and am going with the breeding zone guys that want aids

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...'

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Hey pigs. Just opened a tumblr. Not mutch yet. Still in the daily hunt for twisted things to share. Juat posted a vid of mine where i got wrecked and bred by my furst poz top. Let me know if the link works and hit me up. Hopefully this year ill have plenty more for you guys. https://www.tumblr.com/blog/youngbbload

I was unbelievably high on tina when I wrote this.

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Oh, I shouldn't be writing this. I should be sprawled out in bed hoping I don't drown in my own vomit. This was just too good in my mind to not share. Tonight I met up with a big-dick-friend at a local dive'ish bar. He's bred me before and I always prep to get fucked when I meet up with him in case he feels like fucking. It only happens in group scenes and with someone we pick up off the apps or at the bar. While we're hanging we both have grindr & scruff up, but nothing solid for either of us. After a while he asks me if I want to go to a nearby backroom bar. I know if we go there I'm not getting fucked, but we're both horny and I know I'm not getting his dick one on one so I agree. It is fetish/underwear night in the backroom so we strip down to our lingerie and get a drink before heading into the fray. It's busy there and after a few minutes we find a bottom guy that is sucking dick by the bed that's set up. My bud pulls his cock out and the bottom goes for it. He sucks him for a bit and I get on the bed so I can get in closer, and the bottom goes for my, not as big as my buds, cock. After a few minutes of him giving me a hot BJ, he assumes the position, but his ass is closer to my cock. No surprise, I'm not as thick and I'd rather take the smaller cock first if I were in his position. I slide in, and my bud watches. It feels good and I slowly start fucking to get the bottom ready for my thick piece to really fuck. A few minutes in I pull out and try to get my bud to slide into the bottom, but he doesn't so I go back to fucking. My bud disappears into the crowd and I don't see him again tonight... I'm having a good time fucking this latin bottom guy and keep pounding. He starts making out with the guy getting fucked next to him, and it is a hot scene. There's three bottom boys getting pounded on the bed, and guys are feeling me up all around, poppers are getting passed and it is just plain HOT. The bottom I'm fucking pulls me off him and then turns on his back. I still want to fuck him so I get in position and slide back in his hole. He looks up to me and says "Fuck me MY FIRST NAME." WHAT?!? I have no fucking idea who this guy I'm fucking is, but he called me by name. My name is not an every day name like Mark, Rick or Steve so I know that we must have chatted on grindr or BBRT or something like that. He really seems to enjoy the fuck, and after a few minutes more he pulls off again. I sit down on the bed, and lie back, cock in the air with about a dozen guys looking on. Bottom guy gets up and sits on my raw cock again. He leans over and tells me 'i love your cock NAME.' THiS IS KILLING ME! He rides for a few minutes and starts to say he's cumming. The bottom getting fucked next to us eggs him on. After the guy I'm fucking cums, I pull him down and give him a bear hut. I whisper into his ear "Where do I know you from?" He says to me COLLEGE X. This was where I went to school 20 years ago. I'm still not sure who he is, I ask "Don?" and he says no. Don is another story though.... he then says his name... I realize this is the guy that I met the first day of school in a dance class. We became friends, would go to lunch, but we never had sex. When we met I was very naive on how to pick guys up, though not a virgin, nor did I ever think he was interested. I lusted after him when we were in school, I busted so many loads jacking off thinking of him. Here he was, having just ridden my raw cock, and shooting a load all over my hairy chest. I told him we had to do it again. I hadn't cum yet, so after he left I slid into the other bottom guy for a bit. By the time I left, I'd fucked 3 more asses in that room, even one that wanted a condom, but it wouldn't stay on . What can I say, I had really gotten horny... I can't wait to tell my bud, and hope I see this boy again.

Yesterday was my sluttiest yet. My wife was out of town for the day and evening. I cleaned up good in the morning. First up was a guy who I played with years ago. He's now poz. He came over and fucked me for about 5 minutes before dumping his 5 day poz load up my ass. A couple of hours later I had my semi regular fuck bud over with his BBC. He stretched me out good before dumping his usual huge load deep in my ass. Everyone else flaked out. In the evening was a sex party at a local hotel. While I would have loved to go to the party with the two loads still in my ass, I wasn't sure I'd still be clean. I expelled the loads in my hand and jacked off a bit, edging myself. I hadn't cum all week so I could fuck at the party. After playing with myself for an hour with the two big loads for lube, I cleaned up again and headed to the party. Lots of hot guys of all ages and types. Lots of fucking and no condoms used anywhere, although it wasn't explicitly a BB party. I was fucked by 6 guys, 3 of which blasted their loads up my butt. I fucked a few guys and eventually shot my 5 day load up a cute otter type. I think I may have to jack off again with the loads in my ass.

ATM is mandatory in my playroom. I want to go back and forth constantly while you are on the fuck bench. I have never been told that any of my bottoms have had an issue. I clean other top's cocks direct from ass before felching...and I have never had an issue at all. My men know how to clean deep and I use a lube (H20 Anal) that has no taste.

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I love anon and cruise ABS everywhere I go. Nothing like sucking a raw dick through a glory hole, spitting and slobbering it up, lining up against my hole and being bred. Recently I have been using spit only as lube.

Alex pushes me to the bed, and I take the place of the little twink. I am immediately filled with cock at both ends, and poppers are held at my face. I am used roughly, the men are indifferent to my gag reflex, and indeed are indifferent when I retch and attempt to vomit. Fortunately, my belly is empty, so they simply continue to use my holes. My throat is in agony, as the men hold my jaws open and savagely use me. The tina from the chempiss I took has my head spinning, as the night becomes a blur of cocks. Several spend in my mouth, and suddenly I am allowed to slump down to the bed. Blearily, I look up, to see Alex filming me. The room empties, the door is shut. Alex plays back 20 minutes of film. I watch as I am taken hard, in succession, by eight men. They rotate through my holes, each spending a few minutes, in a regular lineup. As each one grunts and fills me face or anus, he departs the room. Eventually, two men remain. One is the older leatherman, the other an attractive twink. The twink sprays in my mouth and across my face (no wonder my eye is burning) and seconds later the older leatherman grunts and fills my hole with his poz load. Alex pets my head, pulls me up and embraces me. 'You're finished, boy. 12 loads in your ass and four in your belly. I'm proud of you!' Black and Silver join us, slap me on the shoulder. Congratulate me on my performance. I feel incredible. I look at Alex, it's her turn now... Black and Silver clean and tidy the room. Silver is sober, and so it falls to him to go upstairs and get clean sheets from the attendant. Alex and I head to the hot tub room, where we shower, and soak briefly. We make out, as I slowly climb out of bottom space. I begin to manhandle her a bit, as my inner top resumes control of me. My fingers find her asshole, my other hand the nipples on her flat chest under the harness. She moans into my mouth, and I lead her downstairs. The room is tidy, and Black and Silver are ready for us. I strip Alex naked, and announce my plan. I will post on the whiteboard that we 'have a post-op trans woman in the room, and that if anyone wants to sample her cunt, they are welcome to stop by'. Black and Silver nod, slowly, and I am excited to see little Alex used in all her holes. Alex is agreeable, so I head upstairs to put up our little advertisement. I also hop on craigslist and post the same message, along with our room number. I write that I will *not* be checking my mail, that if respondents want some cunt, they need to come to the room. I head back downstairs, and enter the room. I kiss Alex hard, and throw her in the sling. She grins up at me, 'Can I be a little whore now, Daddy?' in my favourite little girl voice. 'When have you been anything else?' Her laugh is music. Mr Black hands me the big booty bump syringe, loaded with MDMA charged semen that was sucked from my ass hours ago. I slide the tube inside her, and ask her if she is ready. She nods, I shoot the load of drug infused poz cum into her hole, and then slowly slip my cock into her ass and fuck the goopy liquid into her. Black and Silver join us. Silver fingers her wet cunt, still holding his sperm from hours ago. Black makes use of her mouth, fucking into her throat and gagging her, making her flex on my cock. Men enter the room, responding to the whiteboard message. Alex's eyes roll as she moans and orgasms. Black stands back and the first stranger takes his place, a small curved cock stabs into her open mouth as he pumps, and quickly dumps his load.

The hurtling and all powerful rush of my slam has faded into the energetic clarity of the crystal meth experience. Normally, I find meth a little boring, simply because it has such a small psychoactive component. To me, meth is more like the feeling I get from drinking a few extra cups of coffee. However, combined here with the hallucinogenic 2ci, it's a different matter. The 2ci would normally have me feeling warm, sexual, open to suggestion, and hypersensitive to touch and sound, but it would also make me drowsy. With the energy provided by the meth, I am now a purely sexual being, 'better living through chemistry', indeed! I laze in the sling, a pleasant feeling of laxity in my well fucked hole. Black and Silver police up the room, ensuring no contraband is lying out in view. It would suck to get caught red-handed by management and thrown out for pnp. They know it happens, but they are pretty strict about keeping it well under wraps. If you're dumb enough to do it publicly, you will be booted and banned. Satisfied, they swing open the door, so that passersby can get a look at what we have on offer. Alex joins me at the sling, kissing me and toying with my nipples. I gasp when she bites one, then moan as her hand slides down to toy with my hole. It comes back slick with cum and lube, and she forces her fingers into my mouth where I slurp eagerly. 'It was fucking hot, watching you get that train run on your ass,' She murmurs in my ear, 'You've taken five loads. Five more inside you, and then it's my turn in that sling.' She pauses, bites my earlobe, 'You had better do as good a job on the next 5 guys who use you, or I won't let you leave bottom mode at all tonight!' I sigh with pleasure as she manhandles me, so convincingly male in her role play. She walks around to the front of the sling, and unzips her leather jock. Her cock springs free, in the dim light it looks completely real, as she lubes it, and slides it slowly into my open hole, and bottoms out. It's not huge, perhaps 6.5 inches, and of average girth. Really, it's quite ordinary, but because it's Alex's cock, it takes on a certain magic. I groan with pleasure, as she angles upwards against my prostate, and hits it on every stroke. The combination of the 2ci and the cialis running through my system allow me to, incredibly enough, harden again. Soon my cock is fully erect, and bouncing off my belly. Black and Silver join us at the sling, and begin to play. Silver stands behind Alex, biting and licking her neck and ears, and fingering her asshole from behind. Mr Black slaps his thick meat against my face, and I turn my face to receive his cock. It is my unfortunate luck to have an extremely sensitive gag reflex, which means, frankly, that I give lousy head by the standards of most gay men. Gay men like to pound a throat, they like to fuck face, and all that does is make me puke. I do my best, but the kind of throat fucking that many bottoms, including my precious Alex, can provide is beyond me. What I do have, is skill with my tongue and lips, and I employ them as best I can for Mr Black. I flicker my tongue across the pisshole, gently nibble at him, kiss and suckle. I use many of the same tricks that Alex uses, in fact, and Mr Black groans as I tease him. He looks to Alex, 'Alex, let me have a turn at the bitch's other hole?' 'Of course, Mr Black, I believe you have yet to unload in him?' Alex withdraws from my hole, and zips up. Mr Black replaces her, and places his tip against me. Alex returns to my face and begins kissing me aggressively, as Black slides forward into my increasingly sloppy hole. I grunt as he pops past my opening, grunt again as a few seconds later, he passes my second ring. Black is the largest cock to use me thus far, and on most nights his 9" girth is the biggest cock I will see. I feel hands on my body, and Alex pulls away from my face to reveal the older leather man we spoke to earlier. We have company! Black is rhythmically poling my sluthole as he chats with the leatherman and the two friends he has brought. Using me as though I was not really worthy of his full attention. The feeling of being used so casually is incredibly demeaning, and I love it. I am just a hole for his cock, something warm and wet that feels good, but that need not be pampered or even acknowledged as human. I space in and out as the hypnotic rhythm punches my hole, and then I suddenly whimper as he simply pulls out without warning. My hole is suddenly empty and I cannot bear it! 'No! Please Sir, please don't stop, my hole needs cock!' I beg frantically, almost crying with my need. I had no idea how much I was tied to Blacks cock until he so callously removed it from my hole. Alex snarls at me and slaps my face, 'Quiet bitch! You get fucked when we feel like it and only then. How dare you tell Mr Black what to do with his cock?' She glares at me, 'This requires punishment.' There is a brief discussion, just out of my hearing, between Alex, Black, and the leader of the three Leathermen. Then I am roughly unstrapped from the sling, and pulled to my feet. Black smirks at me, and shows me a massive buttplug. I notice two things about it, first that it's a good three inches across, and second that it's hollow. A two inch hole goes completely through it. I am roughly bent over. Poppers are poured on a sweaty jockstrap, and I am forced to inhale until my head swims. A brief pain in my asshole and I realize I have been plugged. I am dragged from the room, and into the bathroom. I am forced to the floor between the urinals, my face on the bathroom tiles, my asshole in the air. I have been made an anal urinal. I shiver with anticipation. Someone enters the bathroom. Alex offers them my hole. It is then I realize the truly fiendish nature of this punishment. Because the plug is in my asshole, I will not even feel the cocks that enter me to drain their piss. I will receive no pleasure from this, it will not be like the sexy feeling of a hard cock softening inside me to then fill me with piss. I am just going to be slowly filled up until my belly aches. I will never even feel the cocks at all. The man places a hand on the small of my back, and I assume slides his penis into the silicone tunnel. After a moment, I feel the stream of fluid entering me. He stands, I am forced to lick his flaccid cock clean. He spits in my face, and walks away. I am forced back down to the tiles. One of the leathermen fits his cock to the tunnel, and sighs as he drains piss into me. My guts begin to ache a bit, he must have drained a fair bit. In my position, the piss is draining well down into my colon. I wonder how much I can take, and I know it will be far more than I want to. The tops stand around, small talk. A bottom boy enters the bathroom, offers himself to them. They make use of him, spit roasting him directly above me. Flaunting his pleasure at me as I, punished, am not given the slightest attention. When the bottom comes during his fuck, his bottom cum is scooped off my back and stuffed into the tunnel as well. My hole has been used as a dump for bottom cum. I groan, as the bottom then pisses in the tunnel as well. My guts are crampy, and sore, and I realize at least some of what I have taken is chem piss, because I am feeling a small rush of Tina. Another leatherman fills me, then Mr Silver also uses me. Alex slams a plug into the tunnel and pulls me to my feet. She pulls my face close to hers. 'Tell me slut, what do you want right now?' I look at her straight in the eyes, and I fervently (and very honestly) say, 'To be your bottom slut, which means to do whatever you demand!' 'Oh? You don't want me to fuck you?' She sneers at me, I am so ashamed to have disappointed her. I am frantic to return to her good graces. 'Always, Sir!, but I belong to you. You decide always. I am here for your pleasure!' 'Good boy! I was worried you might have forgotten your place. However, your punishment is not quite complete.' She thrusts me back to the floor. My belly cramping, chem piss filtering through my guts and into my bloodstream. My head spins. Several more men dump in me, and finally I am dragged to my feet, set on a toilet, and permitted to expel the litres of piss that are inside me. The rest of them leave me with Alex, who shuts the door behind her, and begins to dig her fingers down into my throat, making me gag and expel piss and cum from my holes. Finally, I am empty again. She puts the poppers to my nose, I inhale until dizzy, and she removes the giant plug. She shows me the trickle of blood on it, I watch as she licks it clean. She kisses me hard. She whispers in my ear, 'You are doing very well love, I am proud of you!' Tears come to my eyes, I am so relieved, I clutch at her and sob my thank you. She lifts me to my feet, to the showers. She has me clean off, she dries me, and returns me to the room. The door opens on a gangbang. A cute little bottom twink is doggy style on the bed, and the tops are taking turns using him, cocks in each end. Black shuts the door behind us, produces a point, and gets ready to slam the twink. The twink is a cute little thing. Obviously of legal age (or he wouldn't be in here), he looks about 14 and in the brief moments his mouth and throat are empty, he spouts constant role play talk about being a 'slutty little teenaged cocksocket' and a 'high school cumdump'. Mr Black tourniquets his arm, and motions me to get underneath the little whore in 69 position. I humbly take my place, about to be the warm mouth for a gangraped bottom's cock. His pathetically tiny and hairless (but very erect) cock is shoved into my mouth. I hear him thank the men for their consideration, and Black slams the little shit with tina. I am so envious as I feel the rush echo through the body of this piece of jailbait ass, and taste his sweet boy cum in my mouth. I swallow, of course, and am treated to a closeup view of cock after cock pounding his slutty hole. After the second cock, the lube and ass juice is streaked pink. The whore is getting torn up. I suspect I am watching a pozzing unfold right in front of me. Two loads are sprayed into the bitch, and then he is lifted off the bed, tossed his towel, and pushed out the door. He stumbles into the dark playroom, rushing on tina with a bloodied hole. I envy him.

I watch from my sling as the three of them, two alpha male power tops, and my own wonderfully transformed girlfriend, putter around the room. I notice again, how very *domestic* the time before these scenes always is. Unpacking gear, preparing points, arranging toys, chatting about what's to come, debating who will take what role, who will be responsible for what task. Alex fits right in (like she does in practically any social situation) with these massively masculine men. It fascinates me to see her effortlessly take charge of the evening, without ruffling any feathers, and in fact seeing these tops not merely accept her leadership, but do so cheerfully. There is no way, in her place, that I could manage Black and Silver so smoothly. It's starting to dawn on me that Alex has some hidden qualities that, in my normally dominant position with her, I have failed to notice. It's also starting to dawn on me that she has perhaps been in more control of me than I thought, in the past. I suppose some men might feel a little put out by this kind of revelation, but frankly, I am just impressed (being head over heels in love helps with that). I have my talents, but there is no question I have my weaknesses as well. It's a bit amusing to suddenly notice how well her strengths mesh with my weaknesses in this particular venue. That's the thing about true dominance and submission. It always teaches you something about yourself, and your partner. I shivered a bit in anticipation of the night. One of the things the boys have unpacked is a clock. As I mentioned earlier, Mr Black is a nurse by profession, and he takes his responsibilities as a party top extremely seriously. Nobody overdoses on Mr Black's watch. He uses only the best methamphetamine, pharmaceutical grade obtained through professional connections. He scales doses, and he creates structured timelines for his bottoms. Slams are carefully calculated to give a maximum rush, while still allowing for little bumps in between. GHB is tracked carefully, and while Mr Black will often slam himself, if he has a bottom to care for he always retains control. The clock is key to Mr Black's ability to safely party a bottom to their limits, and it's something all party people should think about. More people have gotten themselves into trouble by bumping their doses to early than for any other reason. As I watch, another key safety device, a Naloxone set, is demonstrated to Mr Silver and to Alex. While none of the drugs we will use tonight are opiates, the fentanyl crisis in Vancouver has led to a number of opiate overdoses due to cross contamination. Careless dealers have allowed a few tiny grains of fentanyl to accidentally get into other drugs, and that's more than enough to kill you. Naxolone is a syringe kit, handed out by harm reduction groups. Administered to someone who has overdosed, it will save their life. Mr Black goes over how it works, how to decide if it's needed. Silver and Alex listen carefully. Ask intelligent questions. Should anything happen, one will administer the naloxone, the others will gather up all illegal drugs in the room and flush them, before the EMTs arrive. It's a sobering and chilling reminder that partying is fun, but something to be taken seriously as well. PSA: Not kidding about the importance of Naloxone in the modern party environment. I urge all the people reading this to look into the problem of opiode contamination of other drugs, and to find out if there is a naloxone program in your area. The life you save might be your own, or it might be your favourite top or bottom. Google, and your local LGBT community are good places to start. Enough with the serious. The truth is, that while at first hearing all the serious discussion of potential disaster is a bit of a downer, by the end, I am reminded of what excellent hands I am in. Ultimately, a bottom needs to feel that his top will look after him. That may well mean ensuring his holes are broken, bleeding, and filled with poz cum, but it also means making sure everyone gets out the other end alive! These three tops know their responsibilities, and I feel safe. Everything is ready, we all laze on the bed for a bit, some cuddling happens, I am permitted to make small requests for experiences I would like to have. One of my favourites is to have my ass used as a toilet, which makes Alex grin broadly. It's something I did with her when first we met, at a music festival years and years ago. She was ridiculously high on a psychedelic called 'foxy', and begged for it, and it was a first for both of us. It has since become a favourite kink of mine. Another request, to drink directly from Alex's cunt. It's around 11 pm now, a few more rooms have filled up, but the baths won't start to jump for another hour or so. Peak party will happen around 2-3pm. Alex strips out of her boy disguise and pirouettes for the two tops, I watch as they appreciate her body, with the door closed Alex is free to be a woman, and both these men appreciate beautiful women. Alex whispers in Silver's ear, and he laughs delightedly. Mr Black opens the candy box, and removes a capsule. He grabs a butt plug as well, and walks over to me. He shows me the capsule 'It's 2ci, boy. Stage one of your evening, time for lift-off.' 'Thank you, Mr Black. How would you like to dose me?' 'Get up on all fours , and present your hole to me.' I scramble to obey, and Mr Black slips the capsule up and inside. Pushing it deep on his finger. The steel plug, well lubed, follows. I note with some 'shame' that it's Alex's princess plug. Complete with a pretty jewel on it. 2ci is a psychedelic, in effect it's rather like a combination of LSD and MDMA. It takes around an hour or so to fully kick in, at which point I will be a very horny boy. In many men, and I am one, 2ci also grants the ability to experience multiple orgasms... I've had as many as a dozen in a session. Not the more common dry orgasms which bottoms experience sometimes, these are regular ejaculatory orgasms, albeit with precious little cum after the first few. As he works the drugs and plug into me, Mr Black explains my program for the evening. 'We're going to let this 2ci work on you until around midnight. That's when some of our friends are scheduled to arrive. Some well hung hiv positive slam-tops. We will be keeping the door closed for that part, and you will be getting acquainted with miss Tina and some very big cocks. Once you've been properly put in your place, the door will be opening, and you will be expected to provide entertainment to the house.' I shiver with anticipation, and look up at Mr Black. 'You guys will look after me?' I ask him timidly, the thrilling fear of my situation is finally taking hold. I love this bit. 'I want to be the best possible slut I can be for all of you!' Black smiles down at me, and shakes me by the neck in an affectionate way, as though I were a large friendly dog. 'Don't worry, slut, you're far too much fun to let anyone ruin you too much. You're in good hands,' he pauses, and grips a little tighter, 'As long as you're pleasing us, that is. You start being difficult, or get uppity, and maybe we let the boys get tougher on you!' I whimper and fall over myself promising to be a good and perfect slut, my cock hardening as I think of whats in store. Black laughs and pushes me down on the bed. Alex and Silver are also on the bed, both naked, and as I watch, Alex begins to kiss and stroke Silver. She is naked, and in female mode, and Silver has been lusting for her since the first time he saw her back at the apartment. She cups his balls, then begins to stroke his cock. He kisses her deeply, a hand at her cunt. She wriggles a bit in pleasure, and rolls him onto his back. Dropping down, she engulfs his 8.5" thick circumcized inches in her mouth. Silver sighs in pleasure, his hand strokes her head (but I notice he puts no pressure on it...He is treating her as an equal, as is appropriate between two tops). I watch spellbound as she treats him to her incredible mouth, shivering in lust, my cock rock hard, as I know exactly how Silver feels right now. Alex is the queen of cocksucking. The finest mouth I have ever experienced, perhaps the finest mouth there is anywhere. The minutes pass as she blows his mind. Silver stares at me as she pleases him, and I revel in how hard his cock is in her mouth. She stops, and straddles him, reverse cowgirl, and sinks her cunt down onto him. Silver groans as he feels her muscles ripple on him. Alex giggles delightedly at the enormous cock swelling inside her. It occurs to me that Alex is not on the pill, and Silver may be 69 years old, but he does not shoot blanks. Mr Black joins them on the bed, standing beside Alex, offering her his cock. Delightedly, she takes Black's 9" into her mouth, sucking him from half mast to rock hard. I watch spellbound. Black pumps into her throat, and Alex gags, which clenches her cunt on Silver. Things speed up, Alex moans and cums, shuddering and shaking, without ever letting Black escape her lips. Black groans, and stiffens, and pumps his load into Alex's mouth. I hear no gulping. Black pulls away, and steps off the bed, as Alex leans backwards and rests on Silver's chest. His hands are at her cunt, he is thrusting hard, and he groans and fills her fertile cunt with his poz cum. My Alex has been bred, and bred well, and the evening has begun. She rides him for a few more strokes, milking the last drops from his cock, and swings off him. She bends over me, spits Blacks load into my mouth, and then straddles my face. 'Suck the cum out, little whore! There is only one cumslut in here tonight!' I slurp eagerly, letting the two loads mingle in my mouth, before gulping them down. I lick and clean her cunt thoroughly as she pushes cum out into my mouth. Eventually she dismounts, kisses me hard, and orders me to my sling. I hasten to obey. It is 1145, I am feeling my 2ci begin to rush in my body, my holes feel empty. I have not cum for two days, me who normally goes twice a day or more. I am so desperate to be fucked. I watch as Alex carefully assembles her prosthetic cock, dons her clothes, transforms again into a delicately handsome young man. I watch with interest as she and black fill the ejaculation system with a mixture of tina and water. I realize I am seeing how my booty bumps will be administered tonight. I moan in pleasure as the drugs pass a warm wave over my body. I look down, my cock is rock hard and dripping pre-cum. The room is filled with dancing light, I am warm and drowsy. The rush, I realize distantly, is well underway. I feel a strap tighten across my torso, and another down near my hips. I have been fastened to the sling, but my arms and legs remain free. There are more people in the room, I must not have noticed. Mr Black is beside me, and Silver stands by my asshole. He is stroking his massive hard cock slowly, slicked with lube. Alex stands on the other side of me. Three men stand around the room, all wear leather, all have their hard cocks in their hands. As I watch, each of them slams themselves. The room echoes with coughing. I feel something at my hole. Silver is removing the pretty little princess plug. The tops all laugh derisively to see it. I feel renewed pressure at my hole. Silver has placed the tip of his cock there. I am dazed, incredibly lustful, I long to feel myself full, to be pounded, I need to be used, to fill my role as slut and cumdump, to begin pleasing these men. I feel a prick. I realize I am being slammed just as the tourniquet is pulled away. I feel the warmth, I cough, and my body roars into hyperspace. Silver's mighty cock slides up and into my asshole, filling me in a single stroke. I shout something unintelligible and roll my hips to cram even more into myself. My cock sprays cum, covering my belly, my chest, and my face. Alex scoops the cum up with her fingers and conveys it to my mouth, I slurp and swallow eagerly. Someone is chanting 'fuck me fuck me fuck me' I realize distantly it is me. I am being pounded hard, Silver is not holding back. The same cock that impregnated Alex an hour ago is about to pump my hole full of hot poz cum. I groan as I feel him pulse inside me, as he pulls out, as one of the strangers walks up and without ceremony enters me. His cock is slender, not especially big, but curved, and it strikes my P-spot perfectly. Five strokes in and I am cumming again! Again my cum is gathered up and stuffed into my mouth and again I swallow eagerly. This one fucks long and slow, obviously relishing my sloppy hole. I beg him to never stop, to fuck me until I bleed. His face twists in pleasure and he dumps in me. This time I feel the actual cum spurting inside. He turns away, another stranger, this one is thick and stubby. He pounds away, he groans and sprays. Silver again, stretching my hole for a while, until another stranger steps up. An arab man, a very long, but slender cock. He slides in for what seems forever. It must be a foot inside me, I feel him pass my second sphincter and his tip must be well past my belly button inside. It's like someone is churning my guts with a broom handle. I moan, looking down at my belly, expecting to see his head bulging out from the inside. He is chanting filth at me. Alex leans down and whispers in my ear 'He is poz, and just diagnosed yesterday. His viral load is off the charts! Beg him to poz you!' 'Please sir, please fill me with your cum. Please breed me, please give me your poz cum!' The tops all laugh. One says 'You're leaving here tonight a well bred slut! Every one of us is poz you stupid little whore!' I moan, willingly entering into the fantasy. 'Oh god, Oh god' I chant it as I feel an orgasm building inside me. The arab mans long cock stiffens inside me and his cum coats my guts a good foot inside. I convulse and cum again. I have lost count of how many times I have cum, my cock still hard, dribbling semen. The Arab pulls out. The men are finished with me, they thank Silver for my use. They leave. Alex comes to me, and places a cup under my asshole. 'Push the cum out, you fucking whore.' I groan and push, and I feel it spurt into the cup. 'Again, slut!'I push again, more cum. It feels like pints of it. Eventually, no more is coming out of me. The cup is handed to Mr Black, who draws it up into a large syringe, and makes note of the volume. 100ml of semen and ass juice has been harvested from me. I watch as he measures out 300mg of MDMA, and mixes the semen with it thoroughly. He draws it back into the syringe and sets it aside for later. Alex embraces him and kisses him deeply, and whispers in his ear. Black grins. Comes over to me. 'I bet you were wondering whats happening with that mix of cum and drugs?' He laughs evilly. 'Later on, when it's Alex's turn in the sling, That poz cum mixed with MDMA is how she is going to get her party, before we declare open season on her ass.' I moan with lust, loving the idea that (supposedly) negative Alex is about to be subjected to a pozzing party. I have never felt so filthy, so kinky, and I revel in it. I meet Alex's gaze, and she winks at me.

6. Ouroboros Sunrise approaches. There is an oblique orange glow in the southern facing windows. In the early dawn only Riggs and Duncan are left in the tower. Riggs wanted to get Duncan alone and talk to him about the prospects of moving with him to San Francisco should he receive the Artistic Director position for the SF-based company. A teaching and company member position; fight instructor he's thinking. First, though, he wants to see Duncan's professed skills while he's tied to the St. Andrews cross. Brenner excused himself, saying he's tired. As he made his way to his room in the dark, through labyrinthine passageways in these early hours, hearing the echoes of a whip's crack and then Riggs' bound screams from the tower. A pair made for each other, he thinks. Truth is, he wants to be alone and imagine (and beat off to) what Duncan and Tucker felt when they took the eel. Once he finds his room buried deep within the mountainside, Riggs' muffled cries are only background while he concentrates his mind, dick flapping in hand, around the sensation of what a four-foot creature traveling through his body would feel like. He'll bargain with Elijah to have the experience when everyone is up and parting ways in the afternoon, but Elijah will turn him down, telling him it's only meant for a select few. Brenner will leave in a huff, and it will permanently mark him, compel him to find other ways to over-compensate for the slight. But that will only manifest itself in many years to come. Which leaves Samuel, Elijah, and poor depleted Tucker making their way back up to the aquarium room. The men park the exhausted boy back in the cowhide barber chair. Samuel scoops a glass of water from the tank and gives Tucker a much needed drink. Tucker downs the glass in almost one gulp. He doesn't see Samuel dipping into the tank a second time in an effort to slake his thirst. The water tastes odd, is not satisfying his thirst, but he begs for a third nonetheless. Samuel obliges. The other ex-Jesuit has gotten out his barber tools and comes up behind Tucker and massages his shoulders. It's as much tenderness as he needs, and melts into the chair. The electric blades click on. Samuel is spreading foam on his arm. It feels good to have a slow, soothing sensation of fingers going over his bicep and forearm. Elijah's electric blade buzzing through his hair also feels good. He feels he's shedding skin, carefully orchestrated by two men who know exactly what they're doing. Samuel moves to the other arms while Elijah finishes the first phase of denuding the boy's entire body. The chair is tipped back and Elijah sits on a stool in back of Tucker washing his stubble with warm water. He then soaps the scalp and with a sharpened straight razor starts scraping the sides. Now the top. Tucker's totally into it. The more his body is shaved the more alive he feels. Elijah turns his head to one side. Tucker can't help but give in to whatever the men who attend him want. Elijah lays bare one side of his neck, then tilting his head the other way, strips the boy of any remaining scalp hair. The man takes a warm cloth and wipes his head clean. Samuel has soaped the boy's legs and is scraping them clean from thigh to toe. Once smooth, Samuel moves on to his public hair, first using scissors to remove the large swath of dark hair, then after foam is applied, the straight razor scrapes against the grain and makes him new-born smooth. Elijah is busy at his arm pits, making sure there is not one hair left on his torso. Both armpits are clean, then Elijah removes the boy's eyebrows. Both men anoint his body with water from the tank, then turn him over in the chair so his butt is folded highest in the chair. There is a lot of hair to remove back here. Elijah takes the butt crack and the patch of fur at the small of his back, while Samuel works on making his legs completely hairless. When both are satisfied with the result they run their hands over his body, ensuring not one hair remains. Tucker takes a hand and examines himself. He is rock hard as his hands run over the course of his completely shorn body. "Why?" he asks Elijah far back in his brain, as if he's looking up from a hole dug six feet deep. "We are removing the animal you were born into, to become something better, more pure." Samuel applies olive oil to his skin. Elijah joins in. Tucker sees an silver urn pour out liquid onto his chest, his groin, his arms and legs, and the lubricant is massaged into his pours, joints, pits, hole. In fact, as he now sits back up in the chair, an inordinate amount of attention is being placed on pouring a lot of oil into Samuel's hand and then cupped inside his hole. He feels like one slimy fucker and is squirming his hand onto the outstretch palms of the men greasing him up. This is like no other sensation. It's as if he himself feels what it's like to be a greased up dick slipping within a firm fist, that his body is a dick made out of his complete form. He can't get enough of their touch. If they keep up their stroking his head will explode in a volcanic orgasm. First Master Eli bends and kisses him, then Samuel's sunken face bends over and sends his tongue into the boy's mouth. "Time to take him downstairs," Elijah signals to Samuel. As they descend the stairs, Tucker hears the muffled screams of Riggs from the tower. "What's that?" Tucker asks. "A story that's not part of yours. Yours is a much more interesting tail," says Samuel as they enter the master bedroom. They're escorting him cautiously between them, but as they cross into the bedroom sense the boy has no intention of running, which is usually the case. Elijah lays him on the rubber sheets and moves him to the center of the bed. "Ready for one more shot?" Samuel's asks. Tucker nods his head up and down, and then sinks face down into the rubber. "And one for you, brother?" "Give him the same as me. Seven," says Elijah. "He'll lose his mind after all he's had." "The general idea, isn't it?" The men smile. Elijah crawls naked onto the bed. Once he positioned against the headboard, he cradles the boy's head in his meaty palms. "Do you have enough light, brother?" Elijah asks in the dark room who's only light comes from the dirt-covered windows in the back of the house. "Plenty," says Samuel, taking two syringes from the dresser. He takes the vial of speed and fills both syringes to point seven, and takes a third for himself at the same level. Elijah folds the boy's head into his hairy crotch. The boy sniffs and laps his tongue in the bush. "Hold him still." Elijah grips his head while Samuel find one of the three useful veins in his neck. He gets a draw. "Enjoy this, boy. Totally give in to how you feel. You, too, brother," and Elijah holds his neck to the side. Samuel feels for a vein then pops the point into Elijah's neck. Emptying the syringe elicits a deep, massive cough. Samuel sits on the side of the bed and shoots up in his neck, too. Tucker hasn't moved since he's been injected. His breathing is locked and has paralyzed his brain. He suddenly jolts upright gasping for air, then coughs, rasps another breath and hacks again. Samuel reaches out for him and puts his skeletal fingers around the boys cock. The sensation sends Tucker into a tailspin, falling forward bumping his head against Elijah's erect monster. "Oh, fuck, Sir, I want to drain your cock," he says, he brain fried of all thoughts save one: lust. Elijah's eyes are rolled up in his head and speaks from a far away place, saying, "Go ahead, boy. Take it all in." Tucker's head turns as he inhales his Master's meat. "All the way down. All the way." He pushes Tucker down on his cock. Tucker takes it to the bush and Elijah holds him there. Samuel is stroking Tucker's cock and playing with his heavy P.A. causing Tucker to writhe on the slippery rubber. Samuel's feeling his butt, sticking in a few fingers as Elijah sticks a finger, then a second also into Tucker's hole. He's bringing him up to his face so he can see, out of flickering eyes, how Tucker's gape is fairing. With Samuel's fingers and his in the boy's ass lips, they're tearing him apart. His hole is wide open being pulled in different directions. There are no longer men in the room, only three animals. Elijah rips the boy from Samuel who growls at the side of the bed, like a wolf who's dinner's been ripped from him. "Brother, get the speculum. The boy's not going to take my fist as he is." Samuel snarls. He knows he could take the boy but Elijah is claiming ownership, and circumstances being what the are, he has the right to be the one to take the boy. He careens over to the dresser and out of the bottom drawer produces the forearm-length horse speculum. All he has to do to lube it is draw some of the excess oil smeared over the bed, most of which leaks out of the boy's ass, which he does and hands it to Elijah. Elijah has gotten Tucker's ass to face his. His tongue is inside the boy's rectum and his long tongue is licking the boy's inner walls. Soon he will want to see the beginning of a prolapse before he's done tonight and will eat it before the metamorphosis. He takes the huge speculum and aligns it with Tucker's hole. "Boy, don't stop sucking my cock. If this begins to hurt, suck me harder." Tucker agrees in a grunt with Elijah's cock buried in his throat. The speculum's base is held next to Elijah's ear. He begins to slide it in and feels the boy's head bobbing up and down more rapidly the deeper in he goes. He must be feeling discomfort or pain and he pushes it in to its halfway mark, for Tucker's head is at his cock like a jackhammer. Right past the halfway point, Tucker's head collapses across his body, his head's buried on his cock, and he's not moving. The boy shudders lying on top of him. He slaps the boy's ass hard. The smack seems to wake him and he once again is deep throating him. Samuel is sitting crossed-legged in front of Tucker's head. He holds a bottle of poppers to his nose. It accounts for the short pause from the boy who's now very receptive to the speculum's penetration and the enthusiasm of the sucking is at a peak. It's all Elijah can do not to cum down the boy's throat. The speculum has hit a barrier before it's almost in. He signals to Samuel to give the boy another hit. Samuel's raising the boy's face up enough to place the bottle under his left nostril, then his right, then once again under each. Tucker goes back to swallow his Master's cock and luxuriating is the smell of his Master's rancid bush. He pauses in the bush on every decent. It makes his Master leak but doesn't distract him from his objective. The last of the instrument is in and he's now spreading the two duck blades apart. He's got it open several inches. The boy sends out a loud moan of pleasure and torment. Samuel gives the boy another hit then pushes his head down under Elijah's balls and orders him to eat. The boy's head's buried in Elijah's taint and he's rutting like a pig to get down further to his Master's bunghole. "Come here and look at this," Elijah says, entranced. "Flick on the lamp." On his way to his brother, Samuel flicks on a side table lamp, enough to display Tucker's enormous gape. It's spacious enough for Elijah to ram his arm up to his elbow. Samuel can even add his arm and grab Elijah's hand. "Halfway there, brother. We might be able to do this together." "It'll be a welcome first, brother. Let's get this out of him," Samuel suggests regarding the speculum. Elijah reverses the processes slowly so as not to pinch any sensitive internal skin. Once they have it removed, they work the boy around so his head's up at the top of the headboard. They tie his hands. The boy's face is brown from wallowing under Elijah's hole. He seems excited judging by the size of his dick, which is a good sign of success for the metamorphosis. The men tie each of Tucker's legs to the top eyelet at the bottom bed posts so his torso is straining in the air, the better to have direct access to his quite open hole. Elijah allows Samuel to go first while he takes up at Tucker's head with a fresh box of amyl nitrate caps. Samuel greases up his arm and slowly lowers it into Tucker. Tucker cries out not know where he is anymore, only senses what his body is going through. Samuel feels the cobwebs between colon chambers, fine webs that he's destroying as he penetrates the boy. I'm sure if you've ever fisted someone you've felt the heart beats when you've found a new area to penetrate. Your fingers feel like your touching harp stings directly coming from your fistee's heart. Samuel's feeling Tucker's heartstrings once he gets to the elbow. Every few inches the coursing of blood rushes through the thin fibers separating the chambers. Each time he slides into a virginal area, Tucker calls out from somewhere lost inside his body. Tucker's unmoored again since the needle shot into his neck. He has no idea where he is. He barely remembers who. He only knows how much he's enjoying his body being ripped away from him. He feels his legs in the air and a skeleton of a man looming above him. Someone, a man with a black beard is feeding him vapors that allows and encourages the skeleton to drill into him deeper. Each inch the skeleton takes, a memory bubbles up and washes away. The skeleton is scratching at a door like a dog wanted to get in. Tucker resists but the aroma hits his brain not only sabotages his defense but makes him complicit in betraying himself. He shows the skeleton the rift, the keyhole, the clue where he can be unlocked. The skeleton is keen on finding these weakness and exploiting them to his advantage. A memory of the face of his fourth grade school teacher, Mrs. McCullough, the oddest collection of consonants and vowels he'd ever encountered, bubbles up. Her black horn-rimmed glasses, her watery eyes, her times tables and cursive handwriting on the green chalkboard, is right in front of his eyes. Then as a price for the sense of pleasure of deeper penetration, he must choose between her memory or this new pleasurable sensation. He chooses pleasure each time and her face fractures and is swept away to eternity; a new depth of penetration bears down inside his body, replaces self with erotic pulp of mindless ecstasy. There is something telling him to stop the slide but it weakens every moment. Samuel stand over the boy, his arm inside Tucker's hole's up to his bicep. "He's starting to resist. I think he knows what's happening." Elijah rises from cradling Tucker's head and comes over to the end of the bed. He takes a stance next to Samuel. Samuel withdraws his hand. His arm is covered in pink grease with bits of red at his fingernails. "I'll punch him for a while and see if he regresses. Lower that leg." They each lower a leg laying Tucker's back to rest on the rubber sheet, but still leaves his legs hoist mid-way up the post. Samuel greases Elijah’s hairy black arms. Tucker's focusing on him in a way that he hasn't before. He's starting to see the man's not on his side; giving him pure pleasure is a ruse. His eyes are bobbing above a sea of complete pleasure, a last attempt not to drown. There's more at work here that he starts to fathom, that with each new pleasure, a part of himself is traded away. He knows his name but can't remember how he got here or who these men are. He only knows they pleasure him but at what cost? If Duncan's hands were extra large, Elijah's are twice as big. Elijah finds it difficult to make the hurdle through his first sphincter. Samuel quickly cracks a cap and makes Tucker forget what's possible and only allows what's desired. His mind is blank again and he pushes his asslips onto Elijah's closed fist. Once inside it's literally downhill from there. Elijah doesn't stop till he's buried to his elbow. Tucker's eyes are rolled up into his head, as hears Elijah order, "Open your eyes and watch me!" He does. Tucker sees an entire forearm of black hair pull out of him. His ass farts as the air deflates out of him. "Push," Elijah orders. He does, and the man's telling him he's a good boy. That's it, push it out. The man then plows back into him with a force that propels the arm past the elbow. He feels stuffed as he's never felt, feels an object buried so deep a collection of grade school friends he barely remembers show their faces and blow away like sand across a schoolyard. He looks up and sees the skeleton next to him snapping a caplet, holding one nostril, telling him to inhale, while his ass flairs open even deeper on the wrist of black hairs. The man above him plummets down into his gut. "What are you doing to me?" he asks as more with his eyes than with his voice. The man only acknowledges he doing something to him. Grunts yes. Tucker pleads again, and the man explains what he's doing, again more with his mind than voice. He's straightening out his colon. The man greases his other hand and is now alternating his fists and arms into Tucker's hole. His hole will never close completely again once the man pushes both hands in together. He bears down inside him, pushing and straining as deep as both hands will reach. He suddenly pulls both out and Tucker feels his guts following them out beyond his asslips. "Yes!" shouts the man. "Push, fucker! Push it out!" He doesn't exactly know what the man wants but it feels like he's shit or farting, but all he can see in the mirror above is petals of red blooming out of his asshole. The man's fingering it causing bolts of electricity from his hole to shoot to the rest of his body. He's on fire, his asshole is electrified. Whatever he's sacrificing is worth this sensation. He pushes again and the bloom that's coming out of him is being eaten by the man. He's licking not just his asshole but the walls exposed from inside. It's as if he's turning inside out and the more he does the more the man is pleased. He wants to please the man because it's all tied up with the pleasure he's feeling—circular logic, the snake eating its tail. Ouroboros. His guts appear to be shy and retreat well within his colon. The man stands. Both arms in him has stretched his opening wide, allowing the man easy access to pile drive one arm then the other again and again, over and over, in a huge power punch into his colon. Within the rapture, there is a final, vague image he has of standing in a crib. He sees his own tiny hands grip the rail. Two figure are in bed asleep. He loses his grip, and the memory slips away like smoke. He doesn't need the amyl now, he needs the man to destroy his hole. Since he's lost his grip on words, he's mouthing nonsense but the intent still comes through to the standing man. Wreck my hole, begging between each punch, annihilate my cunt, obliterate my pussy. He doesn't even know where these ideas are coming from, but he feels Samuel at his side, playing with his dick and nipples, coaxing him to deeper and darker imaginings. The standing man's in a frenzy, as is Tucker imploring the beast above to delve deeper and deeper into his soul. "That's it, boy. Give up everything to your Master and to His Master." Elijah pushes both arms deep into Tucker, stretching apart his ass, his enormous boulder-like shoulders bulging, veins popping, and then he yanks both arms out at the same time. Both fists pop out bring with them inches of Tucker's intestines. Elijah wraps as much as he can in his mouth and sucks the entire red bulge into his maw. He bites and chews the boy's entrails, gnaws into the center, sticking a tongue deep inside the prolapse. His dick is charged and he holds the prolapse steady and slips in his metal ring, then his cockhead, into the center orifice. He humps the prolapse, holding it like a small animal, while his cock slips deep inside. Tucker's fucked internal and externally. Elijah's rough hands are driving Tucker wild, while the cock buried deep is making him craven. He implores Master Eli to take him. Elijah is jacking his cock in his extended hole like a wild dog, unable to stop, unable to think. He's locked into Tucker as Tucker is with him. Elijah erupts like a geyser flooding the boy's depth with cum, a stream, a river, a tsunami of sperm flushing out of him. He pulls out and his arm travels along the river of cloudy seed down deep into the boy's body. Samuel whispers to him, "Fisters claim the heart of the boy is the goal. Not us—we say it's the soul. Give him yours." Tucker feels Elijah's shoulder resting at his hole. He feels the massive bush of black pit hair tickling his hairless sphincter. There's no fuller feeling he could possible have, no more feeling of belong to someone than this moment. He nods to Samuel, then nods up to Elijah. Elijah feels the boy's heartbeat, then feels the soul surrounding it, grabs it, and rips Tucker inside out.

5. To the Elbow Duncan McCain's hands are much larger than Samuel's. Where Samuel's long figures thrilled Tucker when they curled into a first and uncurled across his prostate, Duncan's hands are having trouble getting through with even three fingers in his initial sphincter. Yeah, that much bigger. "I cannot do it, Master Samuel," he say. "The boy's much too tight for me fleshy paws. Sir Eli, might ya have a speculum on the premises?" "Certainly. A regular one and then a horse speculum, but I don't think we'll need that." He immediately goes over to the side table, opens the cabinet doors and withdraws one about six inches long. "I think this will do." He brings it over and looks down at the boy in the sling. "This is necessary, boy, for us to get you to the next stage, but you're going to enjoy every minute of it." Tucker's in a daze and peers up at Elijah and accepts what he says at face value not really knowing what he means. He instantly feels a cold, hard sliver of metal enter him. He looked down and observes Duncan's concentrated face, slowly pushing in the metal object. Duncan's expression is one of determination and enjoyment. You could tell he prefers being on this end of things rather than on the receiving end, rather than being an object taking other's cock on the fuck bench. The metal object's expanding, spreading Tucker's hole open, stretching him and exposing him like he's never even conceived of being exposed before. How perverse it is to have these men gathered round and watched as Duncan twisted the speculum open. One inch, two inches, then up to almost a three inch spread, enough in the spot light to illuminated Tucker's pink guts. He can't clamp shut if he wanted to. Each time he squeeze it elicits a murmur from the men. There's a lot of grease coating the hole, but still a lot of flesh that the men don't hesitate to stick fingers in and feel Tucker's colon inches deep. Brenner brings a candle over for all of them to peer deeply. Brenner tips the candle enough for a single drop of wax to hit Tucker's open sphincter. The boy hollers in shock. Elijah give Brenner a single look, and Brenner falls back behind Samuel. The metal has warmed and once the stretching's finished he feels excited that he's on display. Alan Riggs ambles up close and aims his flaccid dick at Tucker's hole. It takes a good few minutes for him to start his stream, but once it flows, it flows hard and strong. The warmth creeps over Tucker of the sensation of a fierce trickle peeing on one wall then the other. He not that out of it to know another man is urinating inside of him. Judging by his dick he's liking it. He' being used as a toilet and he sticks a finger in his hole to feel it starting to fill up. Duncan, too, is coaxing his hole to absorb the stream. He flutters two finger in the hole, pushing the flesh up and down, letting it drain deeper inside Tucker's track. "Think I'm needing to relieve the lizard, too. Would you mind, lad, if I used you like the toilet I know ya are?" Tucker smiled a devilish smile, which perks up Duncan's cock to no end. It's isn't at full hard on but engorged nonetheless. Duncan stand with his cock readied at the speculum entrance, then when he feels ready to start a piss, he slips several inches of his tool into Tucker's channel. The cockhead easily exceeds the six inches of the instruments, and in silent agreement Tucker clamps down on Duncan's mushroom head. Bearing down creates a secret seal between the boys. Several silent minutes pass with pleasure written all over Duncan's and Tucker's face. Tucker doesn't expect this sensation, however. Very quickly he feels himself getting higher. The euphoria he feels is like a jolt of adrenaline. His heart kicks up, and the sense of Duncan's head in his ass make him start to rock on his cock. His carnal feeling toward Duncan increases. With the contraption in his ass a true fuck isn't in the cards, but the residual effect of this piss makes him horny for whatever was next. He won't have to wait long. The speculum first is released, then carefully withdrawn. "Let see how ya feel now, boyo. Oh, aye, a nice stretch ya had, didn't ya?" "It feels so good, please take my hole, Duncan." Duncan starts with three figures, then easily adds a fourth, and then his thumb. His entire paw's still large for Tucker's newly fisted hole, but the chem piss that's coursing through him, is compelling him to ride the fleshy part of the thumb up and over, enjoy the discomfort, and quickly guide the hand pummeling down his chute. The sphincter closes on the wrist pushing the hand rapidly inside. He gasped at it girth and rapidity of which he's taking Duncan's hand. Duncan let it sit there while Tucker adjusts to what now felt like a giant potato in his ass. But it isn't a damn potato, is it? It's Duncan's hot fucking hand, and he couldn't be more pleased that it was this handsome guy that he now sees in the mirror above starting to slide in and out, slowing at first, but quickening the pace once Tucker can take it. When the rhythm's established Duncan begins taking him on the ride of his life. The swinging of the sling helps. He can see Tucker's not interested in him being gentle, and he's happy to oblige. New to fisting himself, introduced a few months ago when Samuel took him over the brink in this very sling, he knows traditionally it's part of S&M. It was only late in the seventies it was ruined by a book called Trust, which put the bottom in charge. He's learned Elijah and Samuel, coming out of the tradition of the Catholic church, that it's up to the Top to determine the pleasure/pain ratio, not the bottom, and it only advances a fistee to be able to take a fist deeper and wider, when the Top is in change. It seems like Tucker instinctive acknowledges this. Tucker closes his eyes and feels how much he could let Duncan penetrate him. As much, in fact, as Duncan wanted. A little at first, but when Master Eli brakes some amyl under his nose he feels himself not only open up to Duncan, but he's bearing down so that Duncan is able to get in him deep on each swing. Soon he's riding half of Duncan's forearm, and as he's preparing himself to bear down even more for the deepest invasion he can, his senses suddenly turn inside out when Duncan takes back control of the ride and ejects his entire hand out of his ass. His audible gasp takes the other by surprise. He yells to the ceiling not in pain but with elation. Another new sensation, during a night of new sensations, is born and he wants it again. "Oh, fuck, man. Do that again, sir." Mmm, Duncan liked the sound of "sir" and positions all his fingers together, and in one move, conquers Tucker's hole in a single stab. The hole's more than willing and he enters him and delves deep and once again withdraws it quickly. Tucker gasped again and flares his hole for Duncan to re-enter, which is exactly what Duncan does. The boy's hole is loosening and in so doing is putting the innards of his hole on display each time he's exited. Master Eli comes around to view the blossoming hole. "Nice. Look at those lips." He hooks a finger on the edge of Tucker's sphincter and pulls it open to show the others the beginning of a bloom. "Close your fist. See if he can take that." "He's just staring to open. Dunnot know if he's ready." But Duncan curls his fingers anyway. Samuel applies a handful of lube over his knuckles and wrist, and Duncan pushed hard at Tucker's entrance. It isn't going to be accepted until Eli brakes another cap under his nose. He holds it steady for Tucker, telling the boy to keep breathing in. On the third inhalation, the fist brakes through, as much from Tucker opening as Duncan pushing, and Tucker voices an intense rush of exhilaration. He holds up a hand to beg Duncan to let him adjust, but Duncan denies him, stays in charge, punching in deep, then pulling out quickly, and punching in again while he knows the lad's still rushing on the amyl. Tucker's letting out the usual "oh, fuck, oh, fuck," but soon it's turning into, "yeah, punch my fucking hole. Make it a slopping cunt." Duncan's sees Tucker's turned the corner to the dark side of fisting, not sensual but destructive. Samuel's taught him well. Duncan's right there, having led him to this next phase, with Tucker ready to get his hole wrecked. "Fuck yeah, pig. Gonna turn that hole into a gaping maw." Duncan whispers. "Yes, sir. Punch my cunt!" And they start trading fuck yeahs, and please more, back and forth, under their breaths, until Tucker is pushing out his hole to meet each of Duncan's punches. His lips spread wide and arch for Duncan's hand. Every now and then Duncan keeps his hand inside and drills him open further, twists and pistons, sending Tucker into heights of ecstasy. This lets Tucker open not only with his lips flapping when he finally pulls out of him, but allows his punches rhythmically landing deeper and harder, taking in almost three-quarters of his forearm. It's a mighty hard two handed punch he's gotten into, and all the men are dripping in the erotic air of a virgin hole being willingly raped in the light of the flickering fire. The ritualism is not lost on any of them. They view Tucker as a sacrifice and a totem of their belief in absolute pleasure. Samuel can't take it any more. He's spouting his long slender cock, foreskin entirely stretched back, and he saddles up to Tucker's ass. "Jack me off in him, boy. The cunt is perfect!" He slips his member inside and waits for Duncan to slide back to the entrance and grip him in at the entrance. The rectum is stretched larger than it's ever been tonight, taking both fist and cock, and Tucker's riding the trail of dopamine of his first punch fisting. He's ready and eager to have a cock and fist in him together, so much so Samuel can keep pressing until not only is his cock inside Duncan's fist but, with Duncan's help, both his balls falls into the receptive hole. Duncan's greasy paw has no trouble finding Samuel's balls and he's squeezing the hell out of them, Samuel not minding one bit. Duncan slathers him in grease, clamping down hard on the invading cock and balls. "Oh, fuck YEAH!" shouts Samuel. Elijah comes up behind Duncan and starts playing with his nipple. Riggs is getting too excited by the spectacle. He crawls on all fours under the sling and begs Duncan to fist him too. It's a circus act as Elijah grease Duncan's hole and slips his major P.A. inside the red head's slender ass. Brenner slaps his dick on Tucker's gasping mouth and the men become one orgy beast: fucking, fisting, jacking, sucking one central figure. And that central figure is wailing and moaning like a slut, with a cock in his mouth, nips tweaked, a fist holding his ass wide open, and a cock ejaculating and slathering his walls with cum. A hard slam, a breath from Samuel, then a second later another round of piss for Tucker's butt. Samuel jacks Tucker's cock lying in front of him and the boy, feeling every orifice filled, his brain recognizing he's being used as a cumdump and toilet, and with Duncan's arm now freed of Samuel's cock, is going up to his elbow. The last three inches easily open up and Duncan is fisting inside Riggs sloppy cunt and at the same time quickly into Tucker's newly stretched hole. When he gets to the crook of his arm he sees Tucker watching the entire spectacle in the mirror, and Tucker can't hold himself back. Tucker shoots and hits the mirror above and then with Eli fucking his own hole, Duncan shoots hands-free, spraying Tucker in the face. He's right in the center of where he wants to be. Eli rises on his toes filling Duncan with cum, which combined with Riggs and Brenner's early slop, white juice runs down his legs. Brenner floods Tucker's mouth with a river of spooge. Tucker relishes the taste and the sight of his face covered in cream. He licks his lips ready for what's next.

I'm usually a total bottom, but tonight I pigged out with another bottom. I posted an ad for a sex party on BBRT, hoping to host some hung tops and take loads up my ass. With only two responses and no confirmation from either guy, I deleted the ad. Disappointed? Yes, but there was an ad that caught my attention. This hot, muscular 28 year old bottom had lined up more than 20 guys to load his ass. Considering how hot his smooth white ass looked in his photos, it wasn't surprising so many guys wanted to drop their loads in him. The more I thought about his ass, the more I wanted to fuck him. So, I requested to join his party. Within 30 seconds, he confirmed and sent me the name of the hotel and his room number. It's a torturous 20 minute walk from my hotel to his (we're both on a business trip apparently). The hotel is older and quite small, perhaps ten rooms on each floor. I walk past the front desk and take the elevator to the fourth floor. The door to his room is right in front of the elevator, and the door is ajar. I open the door, and there on the bed is this beautiful athletic/muscular white guy with his ass in the air ready to be fucked. I get a glimpse of his face, slightly scruffy and so sexy. His beautiful ass is framed by a jockstrap, making the scene even hotter. As he huffs away on poppers, he shakes his beefy smooth ass and says, in his deep voice, "fuck me." I'm mesmerized by his ass and want to finger his hole before I fuck him. One finger slides in his hole, and it's clear he's been fucked several times already. His hole is red and gaping open. I can feel the cum, and when I remove my finger, it is slimy. As he turns and looks at me, I lick my finger. He moans and begs me to fuck him. Knowing how badly he wanted my cock, I couldn't hold back my desire to rim him first. So I pull his ass checks apart and forcefully shove my tongue in his hole. He starts pushing the loads out, and my mouth gets filled with the cum of countless guys who had fucked him. He continues to push, and even more cum flows out. It was totally unexpected...and so fucking hot. Just as I was standing up to fuck him, in walks a hot scruffy guy in his early 20s. The guy pulls off his pants and tugs on his cock until it's fully erect--an impressive thick 8 inches. He moves closer to the bottom, so I step out of his way and watch as he plows the bottom's ass. The fucker takes a long hit of poppers, picks up his pace, and then suddenly stops balls-deep in the bottom. He abruptly pulls out, and the bottom moans deeply. After the guy leaves, I spread the bottom's ass cheeks and again stick my tongue in his hole. The fucker's fresh, warm load was huge. The bottom pushed very hard this time, and out popped even more cum. I seriously think the bottom had taken at least a dozen loads, if not more. By this point, I need to bust my nut, so I stand up, push my cock all the way into his hole with one thrust, and breed him. The bottom pushes out my load, commenting on how big it is. I see it running down his crack, onto his balls that are now hanging out of his jock, and even onto one of his legs. I can tell he's tempting me to eat his hole again. Unable to resist my own urges, I aggressively push my tongue in hole as deep as I can get it, eating out my own load. Before I pull up my pants and leave, I position my lips over his hole and suck hard. He pushes once again and farts out even more cum. He messaged me a few hours later to say he took 20 more loads. If only I had been there to eat them out.

I returned to my usual sauna for the first time since before winter. Last time it had been very busy. This time, however, there were few people in the darkroom. I thought it was going to be a lonely quiet time. But as I sat down on my towel waiting for anyone to come in, three came in at the same time and immediately focused on me. One lay down on the bench, another started playing with my cock and I with his, the other watched more than participated to start off with. The most active of the three whispered into my ear to turn around so that he could play with my arse. This allowed me to start sucking the magnificent cock of the man lying on the bench, whilst the other guy fumbled around sadly with a semi-erect cock trying to penetrate me. Meanwhile the third guy came closer to be part of the action and his small dick was fully up to the task, fully hard. On occasion the guy trying to fuck me managed to get inside me, only to slip out again in frustration. Eventually he gave up allowing me to switch my attention to the other guy with the properly erect dick, who now proceeded to enter me, whilst I continued my work on the big dick in front of me. After a more enjoyable fuck, the second guy left, so the third guy with the big dick was able to take over the task of fucking me, now that I’d sucked him to a magnificent 8-9 inches. This was as you can imagine quite difficult to take up me and eventually I had to go off to the toilet, feeling unfilled and dissatisfied. When I returned the guy had waited for me and returned to giving me a good fucking. This time with persistence and stamina on my part, I managed to accommodate his thrusts better; although occasionally I had to adjust my position to continue. On one such occasion, the guy must have thought I was about to pull away as I’d done earlier and he told me his was almost ready. Not long afterwards, I felt him keep his dick up my arse for quite a while in place and then in a satisfied manner withdraw from my hole. I felt behind me and could feel the cum leaking out of me. Later on another guy invited me into a cubicle and although it was obvious he wanted me to fuck him bareback, this time it was my turn for some reason to struggle to get to full erection (not normal for me). Seeing his obvious hard cock sticking upwards and his clear desire for barebacking, I took the plunge and straddled him, slipping his bare cock up my arse. I then took control riding his cock with greater and greater speed and length, enjoying this fucking immensely. Eventually the action became too much for him and he added his cum to that deposited earlier from the other man’s big cock. So the trip was much better than I’d feared when I’d first arrived at the sauna.

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?

It's always fun to introduce a straight dude to the pleasures of being rimmed

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

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

"I told you he nasTy," Ivan declared as Roberto stood stunned by the bedroom door, looking around the dark interior, my blackout shade pulled down at the window. The sling was set up near one corner. The rimchair was on the floor nearby. On a tripod I had my HD vidcam set up that was tethered to the flat screen. Fisting porn was playing, some home-made action of strangers that was passed on to me by an FF Daddy I played with occasionally. Three hot men were on the screen; the bottom sitting on some chair with the seat taken out, his legs spread wide, a HUGE hole that was getting punch-fucked by the second guy, while the third man twisted the bottom's nipples as he kissed him deep. In the background, I had a dark, electronic playlist playing, casting even more erotic shadows in the room. "Holy shit," Roberto gasped. He walked in the room and placed the parTy kit on an end table that had lube, poppers, several bottles of Gatorade and other shit. At one end of my queen size bed I had an assortment of toys and other play gear. The bed was covered in a black vinyl playsheet as were the pillows and the floor under the sling and rimchair. The floor crackled as we all walked into the room. Roberto grabbed a large, hard plastic tube that had a clear acrylic shaft in the center about 8" long and 2” in diameter with a hand pump on the other end. "What isTHIS?" He looked at me puzzled. "You'll find out..." I smirked at Roberto, then at Ivan, "...later." I let go of Ivan's hand and walked towards the table and grabbed some small items, as I sat by one side of the bed. I opened my palm out with two blue pills. "Here-take this," I offered both men as I unscrewed the top of one of the Gatorade bottles. Ivan winked at me and smiled. He grabbed the drink from me and swallowed his pill quickly; Roberto followed, smiling. "How are you guys doing?" I asked, checking in. Myself : I was FLYING yet comfortable. The G was still in effect from what I could sense. My hole wanted more attention. "I good," Ivan replied, very matter-of-fact. "Yeah, me too," Roberto chimed in. They both stood in front of me, massaging their large mounds of horny cock under their jockstraps. I leaned forward and grabbed a small plastic bottle and unscrewed the cap. Inside were several cotton balls, soaked in REAL poppers that I had ordered through a connection on asspig.com. I had poured it earlier while anticipating some assplay. The cotton balls were wet and moist, the strong aroma rising up from the container. I took deep breaths, inhaling through my nose, and one big one through my mouth. Then I closed the cap. I looked up at Ivan with a new hunger. He was still squeezing his bulge on his jock. I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward, brushed his hand aside and started massaging the huge mound of flesh underneath the stretched cotton. MAN-DID THAT FEEL GOOD! It felt THICK and HEAVY and WARM! I kept playing with it, squeezing it soft, then a hard, firm grasp, then soft again. "That good, Boy," he moaned, under his breath. I pulled the cloth of the crotch aside and grabbed that Russian massive tool. I pulled it all the way out, exposing his massive balls also. He was leaking a lot of pre-cum which I rubbed back on his shaft. "Awwww...FUCK!!!" Ivan yelled. I leaned over closer and took the big head into my mouth slowly. I wanted to savor his dick. It had been months since our initial meeting and I had forgotten what an incredible piece of meat Ivan had. I licked at the head with my tongue and then S L O W L Y started sucking the thick shaft into my mouth. I did this as leisurely as I could; there was no rush, no agenda. I took him one slow inch at a time, that time stretching further in reality as we all were riding. I wanted to make his cock love every second of it. The poppers hit earlier was having its effect. My mouth was getting used to being stretched wide. I continued sucking slow and gentle, letting gobs of my saliva lubricate the shaft. After a minute (or was it ten minutes?), the head pierced the back of my throat. I gasped for a second and he sensed me. Ivan moved a little and grabbed the poppers and unscrewed it, took a whiff from the container for himself and then held it under both of my nostrils. WHOA!!!! BOOM!!! FUCK!!! With all the T and G from earlier I just went into OVERDRIVE!!! I sucked that thick shaft deeper as my throat muscles relaxed. I took deep breaths through my nose to allow oxygen and to relax, to get my throat loose and open. My mouth wanted it but my mind CRAVED it. His cock sank further into my throat, glided by all the saliva that was dripping from my mouth, creating little puddles on the vinyl playsheet on the floor. In the background, Quantec’s beat took us to another level, the bass getting deeper and deeper. "HOLY SHIT!!!!" Roberto screamed. "Look at him take your fucking monster! HOLY FUCK!!!" My eyes were closed. I was lost in another state wherein pleasing this massive cock was my only concern. Ivan thrusted deeper into my throat as another inch sank further in. This angle was uncomfortable with me sitting at the edge of the bed. Ivan was thrusting his fat cock deeper into my throat. I moved carefully, trying not to let Ivan pull out, keeping him where he was in my throat, wanting him inside me. I slowly got off the bed and gently kneeled in front of Ivan, getting a better angle to take him D E E P E R. I took another strong inhale of oxygen from my nose, helping my throat muscles relax, eyes still closed, visualizing in my flying head that monster fucking my HUNGRY mouth and throat. “OH MANNNNNN…..” Ivan moaned. My eyes opened as I looked up and witnessed his head leaning back in utter satisfaction. “FUCK YEAH!!!” Roberto cheered. “FUCK THAT MANPUSSY’S MOUTH!!! HOLY FUCKING SHITTTTT!!!!” Roberto leaned over to Ivan and with both hands started to gently squeeze Ivan’s nipples. Ivan rolled his head violently, moaning even more. I closed my eyes again, lost in the weight of the massive Russian dick impaled in my throat, slowly creeping in, further and further. I convulsed my throat muscles, massaging his shaft from the head to the base, as his thick tool sank and sank into my hungry vocal tunnel. I sucked hard. Then I sucked soft. I alternated back and forth, back and forth, hard, hard, soft, hard. Soft, soft, hard, soft. Ivan grabbed the back of my head and started to FUCK MY THROAT!!! He wasn’t being gentle! I started to gag and then Roberto pulled me away from the Russian tool, but not all the way out, just enough to…feed me more poppers! Y E A H !!!! I opened my eyes and winked at Roberto in appreciation. He placed the poppers container under Ivan’s nose also. Ivan took deep inhales and cocked his head back wildly, groaning loudly over the deep bass enveloping the room, shadows sinking around us. Ivan GRABBED the back of my head and PUSHED VERY HARD towards his crotch. The poppers HIT me! I was now breathing rapidly through my nose, taking as much oxygen to relax my throat, just let it get looser and looser for the violent invasion. OHHHHH…I breathed, whenever there was a gap between my throat, mouth and Ivan’s thick, massive meat. It seemed to get BIGGER!!! Was that my fucking high imagination? And then I realized the blue pill was having it’s effect: his tool was getting bigger, firmer, H A R D E R. The weight was increasing in my throat. But I didn’t care. I was so fucking high, horny and relaxed that my throat opened up more. “Uhhhhhh…..” Ivan moaned, sensing my skills, the pressure of his hands at the back of my head, pushing me towards his groin. I could barely breathe but somehow managed. The poppers was still in effect so my throat continued to relax. I slowly started to massage the base of his cock, chewing lightly just with my lips, keeping my teeth away, putting pressure on my lips, then loosening that pressure, than adding more tightness, grabbing his tool, like a pulsing pussy. Ivan gasped, looking at me, in a SICK, TWISTED gaze. He pulled his cock out a bit, just an inch or two. I moaned in regret. Ivan pushed back in slowly. I moaned in ecstasy. He pulled out again, a few more inches stolen from my hungry throat. I moaned in desperation! He FUCKED INTO ME HARD!!! And then he PULLED OUT FAST!!! AND THEN HE PUSHED BACK IN MY THROAT EVEN FASTER!!! IN AND OUT!!! IN AND OUT!!! IN AND OUT IN RAPID SUCESSION!!! I moaned in pain, but it was a GREAT PAIN. The blackness consumed me as I could only hear the dark, dark, deep bass of the music coming down on us like an increasing weight. “GODDAMMMNITTTTT!” Ivan yelled, thrusting further into my throat, my nose at his pubic hair. OH FUCK, I moaned somehow to myself. Ivan thrust harder and harder, convulsing as he CAME!!! “FUCKKKKKK!!!!” he yelled, louder, his gasps blending with the thunderous bass. A thick rope of cum was coating my throat, my mouth. Spasms from his thick cock pulsed inside my throat as I tasted him, the bitterness of his cum hit me like a strange, unfamiliar flavor. “Awwww,..FUCK!!! You are BAD BOY!” And then he abruptly pulled out, panting, catching his breath. I jerked forward and sucked the head of his thick, still-fucking-HARD-dick, and savored as much of that Russian bitter juice that was still dripping from the head of his cock. I wanted more. He pulled away, pushing my head and still very hungry mouth away. “HOLY FUCKKK!!! ,” Ivan thanked me, spent. He was still HARD AS A ROCK. The thick monster stuck out, like an evil tool, glistening with my saliva mixed with his cum. I still wanted that dick, my hunger was still overtaking me. I grabbed his shaft with my left hand, massaging with our created natural lubrication, jerking his cock. "FUCK IT!!! STOP NOW!!!" Ivan shouted, almost angry. He grabbed that rock-hard tool away from me and took a step back, his head jerking side to side. His cock was over-stimulated so he kept it away from my reach. I saw a drop of cum leak out of the tip of his dick. Ivan was still catching his breath. He grabbed some Gatorade and drank it quickly. He then walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down to take a break, rest. He looked glazed, content, and yet there was a hint of an underlying hunger still in his eyes. I winked at him as I wiped the saliva and cum mixture on the edge of my lips with my tongue. Roberto suddenly grabbed me from my upper arm and pulled me up from the floor until I was standing beside him, both of his arms now enveloping me as he lunged towards my mouth, his lips over mine, his mouth swallowing mine. His tongue raped me, trying to grab and taste what was left of Ivan’s cum on my tongue, the walls of my mouth, my gums. I was breathing rapidly again, as I was so fucking turned on by everything! And then Roberto pulled away. “Get back on the bed,” he said, gently. I did as was told. Roberto motioned for me to roll over, on my back. “Turn around so your head is over the edge of the bed,” he directed. I love a man commanding me. He gave me the poppers bottle and told me to take some big hits. I did and he sampled it himself. I laid back, head cocked over the side of the mattress. The vinyl playsheet crackled as I adjusted myself. Roberto leaned in closer facing me. He was still massaging the crotch of his jock. And then he stopped, grabbed the waistband of the jock with both hands and took it off in a sudden motion and kicked it aside. WOW! What a beautiful dick! It was not at thick as Ivan's monster but it made up for it in length. Roberto definitely had an extra inch or so on Ivan. He was uncut and the foreskin was pulled tight past the crown of his head. His dick was a shade darker than the rest of his body. It looked picture perfect. I cocked my head more at an angle and opened my mouth. Roberto stepped forward and pushed that snake in. Thank god for Ivan's face-fucking earlier! My mouth was stretched and lubricated, not to mention HUNGRY. His cock slid in easily. I massaged the shaft with my mouth and he groaned. I sucked carefully, cautiously as this was new for both of us. I pulled gently on his foreskin with my teeth and then released as I built up a vacuum motion with my lips and throat. His foreskin loosened around the head of his cock. I closed my eyes and visualized my effort as if a nano-cam were in my mouth. I was clearly flying. I sucked that foreskin further into my mouth and then gently with the tip of my tongue spelled out my appreciation slowly clockwise, then counterclockwise. Roberto trembled, silent but his body gave me every indication of its pleasure. I sucked and sucked loving the difference of his flavor, the cock’s weight, it’s girth, and firmness compared to Ivan’s massive tool from earlier. Time passed without measure. Roberto pushed deeper as the head touched the back of my throat. I moved the angle of my head slightly and took a deep, deep breath from my nose, getting as much oxygen as I could. Roberto pushed further in as that snake found its way. WHOA!!!! It was an amazing feeling of fullness, not as heavy as Ivan from earlier, but just as impressive. And clearly the blue pill had its effect also. I fucking love that EXTRA firmness! Clearly sucking Ivan earlier helped; my throat was really relaxed and all the drugs in combination were adding to the sensation. Roberto pushed in another inch or so, carefully, sizing me up, making sure I could take it. He was definitely longer than Ivan's tool. "GODDAMNITTT!!!" Roberto screamed. He stroked my head, then both hands started twisting and squeezing my nipples gently, "You are such a fucking amazing manpussy!" I leaned my head back more, changing my angle to allow him better access. Roberto started to fuck my throat slowly, just pulling out an inch or two, then slowly back in. He twisted my left nipple and pinched the right. I moaned. That did the trick as my throat opened more. He continued to fuck my throat like that, just a slow, steady rhythm. I took as much air in as I could when he pulled out for those few seconds. My throat would relax as he would then push and fuck me with that snake. I was getting used to the face-fucking when I felt Ivan spread my legs and then suddenly with force, he pushed one or more fingers into my mancunt. I couldn't really tell how many fingers he was using as I was too lost with Roberto's long tool pushing deeper into my throat. "Wow", Ivan finally spoke. "His mancunt hungry." The thick fingers jabbed in and out, rapidly, rough and firm. Roberto was still twisting my nipples, not too hard, just enough tightness in the pinch that made me groan. You could hear his tool slide in and out of my throat, my mouth becoming a wet, slippery tunnel as I produced gobs of saliva that was coating his long dick, dripping out of my mouth, streaking down the sides of my face, my chin and onto the floor. In between my legs Ivan finger-fucked me furiously. He was breathing rapidly again. We all were as the deep bass of the music seemed to envelope us. Boom. Fuck. BOOM!!! Ivan jabbed at my needy hole more violently. Roberto picked up his pace, the gentleness now fading in his strokes, his fingers squeezing my nipples with more abandon, more force. Fuck. Boom. FUCK!!! I was being pounded rougher on both ends, the sensation blending into one, so that my body felt as if it were floating, a weightless vehicle for their entry, their force, their pleasure. Flying. "AWWW........FUCKKKKK!!!" Roberto jerked forward with an unexpected violence that the end of his dick felt like a painful stab in my throat. I tried to breathe deeper and not gag. He held firm and squeezed my nipples tighter now that I was groaning in pleasure that was mixed with tolerable pain. He held still as his cock pulsed deep in my throat, his cum exploding inside that even the force of it made me almost gag again. Ivan sensed what was going on and added another finger, thrusting hard into my mancunt. I spread my legs further, bending my knees to allow him more access. Roberto kept ejaculating and I just kept swallowing, allowing my throat muscles to expand and contract, massaging his cock that still pulsed inside me. "AAAAGGGHHHH!!!" He groaned some more and then very carefully and slowly pulled his long tool out of my throat. I kept sucking on it, trying to pull it back, but Roberto was over-stimulated. He stopped pinching on my nipples and with both hands now on my shoulders, jerked himself away from me. "HOLY FUCK!!!" He stepped back. My head was still leaning at the edge of the bed, some of his cum now dripping off the right corner of my mouth. I stared at him upside down, at his crotch, his dick wet and juicy, hanging down on its own weight and STILL HARD! "That was fucking GREAT!" Roberto exclaimed. "Abrigado," he said appreciatively, leaning down and kissing me passionately, his tongue savoring his own cum mixed with all my saliva and throat lubrication. Ivan stopped finger-fucking me suddenly. He pulled my knees forward to him, straightening my legs on the bed then grabbed my thighs with an immediate force and pulled harder on my body so my head was on the mattress. He then lunged himself on top of me; his big, burly body and all it's weight pressing down on me. Roberto repositioned himself, his lips over mine. Ivan leaned in and joined in our kissing dance, his rough tongue mixing with Roberto and mine, each of them tasting the manjuice that I had eagerly earned from both of them. "You such bad, bad Boy," Ivan whispered, as the bass from the music drowned over us. Boom. Boom. BOOM!!!

Go get tested. It's simple enough. If you care for the friend, you don't poz his son just because you were too lazy to go get tested. If you're still neg, dump as many loads in him as possible. If you're poz only fuck him if he begs for it - make it be his decision, not yours. If he's taking loads from strangers and not on PrEP then he's gonna get pozzed eventually. Might as well be someone he has a connection with, but only if he really wants it.