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Jesse and Paul It was late in the afternoon and I was sitting drinking a beer relaxing on the deck when I heard an incoming text message on my phone. It was from Jesse. “I left the DVD at your place this morning. Paul started looking for it as soon as he got home.” “Yup, you left it in the living room.” “He said he had borrowed a DVD from a friend and needed to return it.” “Just asking: Did he say what the DVD was called?” “Nope. He is obviously panicking that I found it.” “Aha. He thinks his little indiscretion is about to be found out?” “I guess so. Things are getting quite heated around here.” “But you and I fucked yesterday, and bareback too so you are not innocent.” “I guess, but I am not ready for all of this to come out.” “I won’t say anything.” Why should I? After all Paul had obviously had sex with both Ben and me before Jesse and I fucked. Although, truth be told, Paul had wanted to use condoms whereas Jesse wanted it bare the whole way. “I asked Paul to go to the store to get us some beer so he will be out for a few minutes please bring it to me before he gets back.” “Sure” I texted back. Probably was not going to be time for a repeat fuck but no harm in keeping things as friendly as possible. “Come round the back and through the patio door so that he won’t see you if he gets back sooner than expected.” “Be there in two minutes.” I chugged down the last of my beer and went indoors. Ben was in the kitchen putting stuff away so I nonchalantly quipped. “I’ve got to run a quick errand. You’ll find it very interesting. I’ll tell you later. Bye.” “Bye, don’t take long. Send me a text when you are done. We still need to decide where to go for dinner.” I grabbed the DVD on my way out and headed straight over to Jesse. As I got to the patio I noticed that it was quite dark inside, and the door was half open. I went inside and it took a few moments to get accustomed to the gloom. As I entered the living room I was stunned to see that Jesse was not alone. He was sitting on the couch with Paul enthusiastically riding his bare seven inches. I froze. Before I could start to apologize for bursting in their privacy Jesse spoke. “Brandon. Don’t be shy.” I did not move but watched with a rapidly hardening cock as the monogamous condom couple were letting me watch their bareback fucking. Jesse turned on the reading lamp and indicated that I should come closer “Come and get a good look of raw meat sliding in his hole.” I was now getting really hard from the wet sound of their fucking and Paul’s ass slapping against Jesse’s thighs. Paul turned his head towards me. “Like what you see? You know you want to join us. Maybe you should ask Ben too!” He climbed off Jesse’s cock and sat down alongside him. “Yeah, maybe you should.” Jesse joined in. “After all he barebacked my cheating boyfriend and now I want to know what it feels like.” I took my phone out of my pocket and started texting Ben. “Ben. NOW! Jesse and Paul’s, use the patio door. There is something hot you have to see right now!” I got a response in seconds. “Be right over.” As I started to strip I asked them the obvious question. “Guys, what made you change your minds about threesomes and barebacking?” They were silent for a moment. Jesse was the first to speak. “I’m poz, and I was poz when Paul and I met. That’s why we always used condoms, and also why our sex life had issues. We never really felt we could let go and enjoy ourselves fully. When I got back this morning Paul was still out and I found the second DVD that he had borrowed, ‘Bareback Cheating Boyfriends: Risk Takers’, with another post it note from Ben on it.” OK, that explained why I could not find it the other afternoon. “The note says scene two is really hot and that I hope it gives you some ideas. I was curious and watched it. I guess you know the movie, it’s the scene where the cheating boyfriend meets up with the couple in the men’s room. Where he gets fucked first by the guy with the biohazard tattoo then the guy with the scorpion, and takes their loads internally. And the scene ends with their loads leaking out of his abused ass. It took me a moment to process. Ben’s note was basically telling Paul to cheat on me with poz guys.” “I was sitting there jerking off to the movie and I did not realize that Paul had walked in and was standing behind me watching me. I heard him say “Oh FUCK!” and we had a very awkward few seconds before the shouting and the tears started.” Jesse stopped and looked at Paul, who took up the story. “Jesse shouted at me and accused me of sleeping with Ben, and probably bareback too, regardless of the risks. Especially because the very unsafe theme of the movie. So I countered that yes, both Ben and you had fucked me bareback on separate occasions and that I had taken your loads, and both times were the best sex I’d ever had.” Paul looked at me and grinned and I could see that he was starting to get hard again. Now Jesse continued the tale. “I asked him if he had asked for condoms and you both had refused and he went along with it anyway. Then I asked him if he had asked either of you about your status before you fucked and he said no.” Jesse paused and Paul took over “And then I told him I didn’t care if you guys were poz because I was now ready for his poz load. And I suggested you guys come over to witness me taking it.” Jesse grinned. “Then I told Paul: I guess that means your status is ‘unknown’ but now a known poz guy is going to fuck you and leave his load in your gut. And I threw him onto the couch and basically raped him. And he loved it. Loved taking a load from a poz guy. But I’m undetectable so his little game of roulette will probably only succeed with some other guy.” I looked at them both with a grin. “Let’s play roulette then. Once Ben gets here we can take turns in loading Paul’s ass. I hope it already has a load in it.” They both nodded in confirmation. I was already turned on by the thought of a raw foursome with them, but even more so with the thought that Ben’s and then my cum were the first poz loads he had taken. I looked at Paul. “Since you didn’t ask, I am going to tell you that I know my status, and have for a while. You can guess what it is. Ben doesn’t know his yet, but I’m sure it’s the same as mine. But don’t say anything to him. I’ll let him find out later. It’s more fun for him to fuck around giving and taking loads in ignorance. So it really is roulette you are playing!” I could see a flash of concern on Paul’s face. He probably had not really thought about it before but now he was going to get loads from known poz guys. Jesse helped him out. “Just go for it, you know you want it! Then you’ll be free to take loads from anyone without fear.” We didn’t wait for Ben. I moved between them on the couch and immediately started working on Jesse’s cock, savoring the taste of his cum and Paul’s ass on it. I was on my hands and knees so Paul started working my hole with his tongue. That is the sight that greeted Ben as he walked in the door. “What the fuck! Jesse! I thought you were a sanctimonious bitch who hated threesomes?” Jesse was the only one whose mouth was not occupied so he answered. “Remember those DVDs you lent Paul, well I found them and confronted him about them. He admitted that both of you had fucked him bare and cum inside.” Ben looked at me. “Brandon, you never told me about Paul.” I stopped sucking for a moment to respond. “Ditto. Then Jesse came to talk to me about what he suspected and we ended up fucking raw. So get to it. You and Jesse have some catching up to do as everyone else has fucked each other already. But save your load for Paul.” When I said that I couldn’t help but notice the sly grin on Jesse’s face. I had got Jesse’s dick nice and slick with spit and I knew that Ben would have no trouble taking it. “Sit on Jesse!” I commanded. I sat back on the couch alongside Jesse and spat on my dick to lube it up. Paul knew what to do and sat on my dick. His hole was well fucked and pre-lubed with Jesse’s cum so my cock slid all the way up without any effort. We were sitting side-by-side with Ben and Paul riding our dicks. I looked at Jesse. “Jesse, I’m fucking your cheating slut boyfriend’s cummy hole and it feels really good. You like Ben’s hole?” “Fuck yeah. I love putting my raw dick in a well-used cheating slut-hole. I’m going to load him up.” “No cum wasted, ever.” Jesse chuckled when I said that. “Yeah, and make sure you breed Paul. Fill him with enough cum so that he gets pregnant.” It did not take long before both Jesse and I were ready. “Fuck yeah. I’m cumming. Breeding your ass.” We were all glistening with sweat by this time and I wondered if Paul and Jesse ever did watersports together or that was another thing that they didn’t share (yet?) Paul and Ben lifted themselves off our cocks simultaneously and Ben was the first to speak. “Paul, they called us cheaters!” “Yeah, and they also fucked behind OUR backs. I think it’s our turn to fuck.” They wasted no time, pulling us down on the coach so that our asses were over the edge and lining their leaking cocks against our holes. Paul was going to fuck me for the second time but it was going to be a first for Ben and Jesse. It was incredible to be lying alongside the adorable Jesse deep kissing him while his boyfriend was pounding my ass and my husband was ramming his. Quite a change of events, from monogamous safe sex queens to bareback cum whores. If Paul had impressed me with how well he fucked for a bottom the last time, this time he excelled. The sight and sounds of Ben fucking his boyfriend was a total turn on for him and he fucked me like a champ, all the while commenting on the action. “Yeah Ben, fuck my slutty boyfriend why I fuck your cheating husband. Ever since I met Jesse he has wanted to take loads from other guys that the true cum hound that he is. His poz ass needs loads.” Ben was thrusting with great enthusiasm and I knew from experience that he was close. I had to remind him where his seed needed to go. “Ben, save your load for Paul.” I was too late. I heard him grunt as he started spewing his load deep into Jesse’s poz cunt. For Paul, seeing his boyfriend getting bred, it was the trigger to breed me. If I thought he had shot a massive load the last time, this time exceeded all expectations. As much as Jesse and I enjoyed getting a load each, I could see that he was disappointed that Paul did not get his third charged load of the day from Ben. Since we were all still very much turned on by the whole experience, Jesse looked at me with an evil grin. “Brandon, since you and I have each had a chance to recover, how about we take turns fucking Paul and see it we can give him another load each. Then Ben can fuck him again. Paul needed no encouragement and went down on his hands and knees so that I could move in behind him and slide my cock into his well fucked hole. Ben moved in alongside him and Jesse and I started fucking them. We would do ten or fifteen thrusts then we would swap, me fucking Ben and Jesse fucking Paul. I was starting to get close while fucking Ben and I could sense Jesse was as well. As he started unloading in Paul for the second time of the day I felt my cum boiling in my balls and I slid out of Ben. Paul squirted four of five times into Paul’s greedy chute and then with one slick move he slid out to be replaced by my cock and with one stroke I started firing my load. All the time I had been fucking Ben he had been edging himself and was ready to replace me after my last shot. We repeated the move and then it was Ben’s turn to load up Paul. It is almost as if Paul got twenty squirts of toxic cum in one slick fuck. As we started to clean up and get dressed Jesse pulled out a butt plug that he had hidden in the cushions of the couch and shoved into Paul’s hole. “We’ve got to make sure you keep all that good cum in there as long as it is necessary.” Jesse and I gave each other a knowing smile as he said that. We sat around for a while after that and had a few beers. Paul declared that after that afternoon he had two resolutions: One: Never to fuck with condoms again, and two: To get as much cum in his cunt as possible. We promised them that we would introduce them to some of our friends.

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!)

This is one of my favorite bathhouse memories to jerk off to. It had been a long frustrating week and all I wanted to do was get loaded with jizz all night long. I cleaned out at work so all I had to do was get my room, lube up and head out with my bottle of poppers. I did not even bother taking a towel. I wanted everybody to see what was offered. I went to the gloryholes first to warm up. The minute I knelt at the hole a cock stuck thru. Lucky me! In no time I was rewarded with a hot load. There was plenty of it so I took some time to roll it around my mouth and savor the gooey flavor. I sucked three cocks. The last I took a chance and pressed my ass to the hole. The guy only hesitated a moment before easing his cock into my hole. He paused long enough for me to take a long hit of poppers and then went to work on my ass. He had the perfect starter cock for my evening of being a cum dumpster. Not too big, not too small. He got me warmed up and well lubed with man juice. I was ready so I headed to the sling. It was occupied by a hot little bottom with a super hairy ass. I fucking love to eat a hairy ass especially when it has been bred by several cocks. He was taking on all cummers and I enjoyed the show even though I was jealous as hell. I watched as five different guys loaded him up and who knows how many he took before I arrived. A couple of his fuckers were major trolls but they both had fantastic cocks so it was still hot to watch. There was a break in the action so I took the opportunity to dive in and sample his hole. He moaned and twitched while I ate out his cummy ass. Eventually he pushed out a huge squirt of jizz for me. It was a torrent. Made my cock so fucking hard. I kept it in my mouth and then kissed him with it. While we were snowballing all that delicious cum another top stepped up and fucked him. The whole time he was getting banged we traded cum back and forth with sloppy kisses only pausing to snort poppers. The last top made his deposit and wondered off. The bottom, I found out later his name was Roger, said he needed a break. So while he went off to piss I climbed in the sling. After seeing all that hot action I was in a frenzy to get loaded myself. Thankfully it was busy that evening and I only had to wait a moment before a daddy bear stepped up and crammed his fat cock in my hole. He was hairy all over and I got off petting his fur while he got off in me. I pretty much had dick up my ass for the whole next hour. It was fantastic. One of the tops had some great poppers that really sent me flying. I must have taken about eight loads. One of the trolls came back to fuck me. He was butt ugly with pale clammy skin and man boobs but he had a fantastic cock and a huge nut sack. Plus he was really good at dirty talk. I love aggressive tops who really know how to press my buttons with colorful language. Its an art. I did not realize that Roger came back and watched a lot of the show. When there was a break he returned the favor and ate out my ass. I gave him a big wad of cum that he shared with me but he fucked me at the same time. After he shot his load I invited him back to my room to share some beers I had smuggled in. We spent the next couple hours drinking, snorting poppers and devouring each other bodies. Part of the time we left the door open so guys could wander and use our holes as they chose. At the end of our time together I slowly fucked him while he told me how his grandpa taught him how to suck cock and that he got addicted to cock and cum when his grandpa would invite guys over to fuck him. Where ever you are Roger I hope you are still going strong and you are getting your share of dick.

Part 5 The cigar smoker had just lodged his cock all the way into my butt when he put the brown bottle of poppers under my nose. “Take a hit, boy. I’m not gentle.” I took in the fumes, putting my nostril against the top ridge of the bottle, then I did the same with the other nostril. I felt the heat go to my head and to my groin simultaneously and I gasped. Cigar man took that to mean I was lit. “Fuck yeah, boy, surrender that bubble butt to my big raw dick.” The man plowed into me roughly, in and out. I could feel sperm from my rectum sliding onto my balls as this man’s cock jackhammered my hole. “Mmmmmm, that feels nice. Are you going to take my load, boy?” The man pulled the hair on the back of my head. “Yes, sir,” I answered. “That’s right, boy. You are getting my load.” With that, the man shoved his cock all the way in, and I felt his warm fluid shoot hard up my hole. “Fuck! Take it, boy.” After unloading, the man started jackhammering my hole again. He cussed and fucked as if he was working to accomplish something more with my hole than just breeding it. “Damn, just fuck! Shit!” About five other men stood around the room watching and egging the top on. “Yeah, breed it! Breed that newbie hole good!” “We’re next,” said a gruff voice from behind us. Cigar man pulled out and slapped my ass. One man got underneath me. He was white haired and muscular with a beard and blue eyes. Probably in his early 60s. “Hey there, ShortStop, you’re just as cute as your pics on that safe-sex site,” he grinned. Then another man mounted me from behind and started shoving his cock into my butt. “You’re going to need to popper up, kid.” He held the bottle under my nose as his buddy slid into my ass. Once he hit bottom, I heard the top say from behind my head, “Okay, now you.” The white haired man held the poppers under my nose for about a half minute more, before he capped the bottle and started pushing his boner against my hole and the other man’s shaft. The poppers loosened up my resolve and I relaxed, letting a second raw cock push up inside me. “Damn hot!” the white haired man grinned as his dick sank into me snug against the hard cock of his buddy. The others in the room cheered as my hole finally opened up for the second cock. When both cocks were inside me, they each started thrusting in opposite directions. The thought of how the sperm inside my hole was lubing up both shafts thoroughly had me rock hard in my now jizz-soaked jock strap. “Yes!” I moaned. “Fuck me. Take that hole.” The two old men continued to fuck in and out of my hole, sometimes in different directions, sometimes they plunged their rigid cocks into me together causing me to yell out. The other men in the room loved it. Poz9in was still there, too, occasionally grabbing my hard dick and jacking it as he watched my hole now taking in two semen covered cocks. He was jacking me when he asked the men for their HIV status. The guy under me answered, “We’re here to poz ShortStop91.” “Fuck!” I said aloud. Both cocks were hitting my prostate. “We like to cruise that safe-only site that this boy is on," he explained. "Once in a while, we score a young neg sub. We start with condoms, but somehow he will end up getting our raw cocks and loads inside him by morning. But the BarebackFuckers ad said this hot jock’s finally taking loads.” “Fuck yes, he is,” Poz9in replied. “Fuckin’ hot,” said the man on top of me and I felt the two cocks grow bigger and harder. “I’m getting close to cumming.” “Me too,” said the white haired man. “Let’s try to come together and fucking fill up this safe jock’s hole.” They both started pounding my ass as Poz9in held the poppers bottle under my nose again. “Open up that pink hole for me, baby. I want to see these men fuckin breed you with their toxic seed.” I took about eight hits. I was once again letting old men have and use my hole bareback, and I was fucking turned on—And these old men were actually trying to poz me! I felt Poz9in put his hand back into my jock and feel my dick. “He wants it.” Both men inside me were fucking me in sync now which made me yell out when they hit bottom, plunging both their cocks in. They, too, were vocal in building up to cumming. “Ah, I’m going to fucking cum,” said the man on top of me. “Fucking take it, now, jock boy,” said the white haired man. “We want you knocked up good.” “Fuck yeah. FUCK!” the top's mouth was pressed against the back of my ear. He was unloading. “Jesus fucking… fuck!” “Yeah, shit! Me, too.” The white haired man went rigid and held my ass down so he could push his cock in as far as possible. I could feel both cocks pulse as they pumped their warm poz jizz into me. As they spasmed, both men seemed to fight to get deeper into my hole. “Damn! We got him. We got him. That’s about 7 days build-up of poz sperm we just pumped into you, boy. Hope it takes.” As the men slowly pulled both of their dicks out of my hole and leave the bed, Poz9in still knew I was buzzed on poppers and kept his hand in my jock, pumping my dick. On my knees with my legs spread, my wet fuck hole was open and exposed to the rest of the men in the room. I felt Poz9in tug on my jock pouch and there was a loud ripping sound as the threads gave way. I felt the cool air of the room on my hard dick when it fell out of the broken jock strap. Poz9in said, “I haven’t tasted young neg cum in a long time.” I watched as his head went between my legs and, still buzzing on poppers, I felt the wet warmth of his mouth on my dick. He sucked on it and I was ecstatic. As his tongue worked the sensitive head of my cock, my ass begged for another cock from the room of old men. Anyone, I thought, someone please put a cock in me. I heard the rustling of movement in the room as Poz9in started going up and down on my dick with his mouth and throat. To make more room for his head and shoulder, I had to raise my right knee off the bed. That’s when I felt the next man’s large hands grab hold of my thighs and his cock enter my fully spermed up hole. Poz sperm, no less! The man’s girthy hard cock slipped easily inside, and started fucking me. “Ahhhh, yeah. Let's all get this cute jock boy fucked up,” the man said as he began to pound me hard.

Went out with a friend last night. After a few hours clubbing our hearts out, we decided to head out. We jumped in his car and started to look for some food. After a few minutes he said he was wanting a bj. He promptly pulled out his 8in cut dick and waved it at me. So, being the slut I am, I leaned over and started giving him road head. When he stops the car, I look up and we are back at my place. He zips up and we head in. As soon as we get in, he tells me to strip and he pulls his dick back out. I start sucking again, naked, when I hear a door open. I keep sucking when I hear my roommate start taking to my friend. My roommate and I have fucked before so it's no big deal fit him seeing my mouth wrapped around a cock. But I think my friend had set it up with my roommate because in a matter of minutes I was leaned over the couch, friend fucking my ass and roommate fucking my mouth. By the end of the night, I had 2 loads in my ass. Over all, a great St Pattys day weekend.

“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!)

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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.

A guy who has been breeding me on and off for years sent me a text message last week, asking if I was free Friday night. Normally that "just" means he wants to fuck the hell out of my ass with cock, fingers and dildos and give me a load or three, but apparently this time it was something else he had in mind. He was going to have 3 friends over for dinner and a night of getting drunk and high, and they'd arranged for a twinky little bottom to join them after dinner but he had chickened out so they needed a replacement. Well, you can be insulted at being "second choice" - or you can imagine four tops going at your ass all night long and get an instant hard-on!!! Of course I said yes, and on Friday evening at 11pm I arrived at his apartment and was instantly told to get naked and offered a drink and a line of coke. Well, I don't really do anything stronger than gin and tonic and poppers, but if the other guys wanted to do drugs that really wasn't any concern of mine. As it turned out it perhaps turned out to be a bonus, actually... Pretty soon I was shuffling around on my knees, the guys all sitting with their cocks out and me sucking one cock after the other... They were all in their 50's, but the sort of men that were pretty much heading for the silver fox category, so definitely handsome and worth making an effort for. And quite a range of cock sizes, ranging from medium to XL - the guy who invited me has 21cm / over 8 inches - but they were all pretty thick, which boded well for the night. Eventually, of course, there was a tongue lapping at my hole, getting me wet while I was busy socking a hard cock and the two others were watching. It feels so slutty to have people watching and it really gets me going as much as any amount of poppers! And of course there was then the discussion of who should have the first go at my hole - I wasn't part of that discussion, as my mouth was full of cock - and in the end the host called dibs, lubed up and then shoved his cock balls deep inside me, the three other guys almost cheering as I yelped in pain... But oh damn! I love that huge cock! He fucked me hard for just a few minutes, but I could feel him constantly changing angles and there was no doubt he was doing his best to open me up for his friends - and pretty soon they were taking turns fucking my ass! I was just lying there on my knees with my head on the floor and my ass in the air as I took what was coming and doped myself on poppers. The guys were sitting around watching, drinking and occasionally sniffing a line, when they weren't fucking me themselves, and occasionally there'd be a slap or two on my ass cheeks or somebody would call me a slut or a whore... Seriously, I was in bottom-slut heaven for a few hours, getting fucked hard and deep by a range of cocks... Then finally I got my first load from one of the guys, causing the other three to almost have an argument about who would get to fuck my sloppy, wet hole first... So I was a bit of a naughty sub-bottom and asked if I could have two... I mean, I'd been fucked for a few hours, so... They were kind enough to grant my wish, so one guy laid down on the floor, I sat down on him and then the host - that would be the huge cock! - started pushing up next to the first cock... Oh, damn! I'm NEVER ready for a double-fuck, but it's still SO GOOD!!! I was moaning and whimpering and begging for more poppers, but I took it. Cum was leaking out of me as they both moved in and out in my hole, so at least there was plenty of lube as they pounded me hard... Again, the guys took turns, doublefucking me in more or less every combination and completely wearing out my hole... They were all kept wide awake by doing drugs, of course, but I was getting rather tired by then... Well, we all knew that was going to happen; they were planning on partying through the night, but we had agreed I was allowed to go to bed when I was worn out - on the condition that I slept on my front with a plug keeping my hole open. Throughout the night I'd wake up as the plug was pulled out and replaced with a hard cock, and as I was half-asleep I never really knew which of them was fucking me or whether the others had come into the bedroom to watch... By 8am I was sort-of awake and begging for a cup of coffee - hey, even a slut-bottom deserves a cup of coffee after a hard night's sluttiness, right? The guys weren't done yet, though, so they kept plowing me until 10am when they started wearing out and each blew their last remains of cum in me. I really have no idea how many loads I took that night and morning, but the guys told me they had each blown their load 3-4 times in me, so it was quite a successful night for this little cum-hungry slut-bottom... I was still gaping when they were done with me - and I was leaking cum in my underwear as I was driving home, even though I tried my best to keep it in...

Headed to NYC to breed my favorite neg boy.

I take my lead from my fellow animals. They don't ask names when they mate, why should I? If a guy offers or asks I will say mine otherwise i am just about mating and nutting and mating and nutting. When I'm at sex clubs rarely do I leave knowing the name of any partner i juts had. I was bred and milked and like a good piece of sexual livestock, I am happy with that.

As we all calmed down the musky smell of man-on-man sex hung thick in the air, with Grahame saying, “Time for a shower and freshen up” hauling Liam to his feet half dragged him to the bathroom as feeling returned to his wobbly legs. I on the other hand surveyed the blood and spunk strewn bedding and decided to throw them in the washer, carefully as Liam’s load slid from my well used ass no matter how hard I clenched tight. By the time I reached our walk in shower the room was hot and steamy I could see Liam’s shampoo covered body pushed up against the wall saying “fuck me” This nice guy had turned into an aggressive bottom. It certainly had me hot and horny again and began stroking my hard cock intensely watching the action unfold before my eyes. As Grahame kissed Liam’s neck hard our sub boy was pulling his cheeks apart…with me barely 8 feet away and they couldn't care less. I sit on the loo, relax and let the rest of Liam’s cum flow down the pan as I watch and fist my cock as Grahame’s cock keeps rubbing against his cum lubed hole, a hole that had been opened so much since he arrived hours ago and as the tip found its mark Liam simultaneously pushes all the way down in one swift move before bouncing up and down furiously riding the hard flesh fast and furiously that they both cum in minutes, Grahame deep in Liam’s sloppy cunt whilst his load slides down the shower wall. After their show they towel off as I quickly freshen up and we all crash naked on the couch talking openly for the first time. Liam tells us his boyfriend had gone with his parents, sister and her husband on a family 3-week Caribbean holiday, one that he couldn’t go on due to his work launching a new product meaning he had to train their Worldwide sales team over a series of seminars during those same weeks… Grahame and I look each other in the eye and knowing one another’s thoughts say, “Move in with us!”, Liam’s limp cock excitedly grows to full size and gets our attention, “Looks like we have an answer and it's a YES” we all laugh and make arrangements. Liam will go home each evening skype his bf then come back to ours getting royally fucked each evening and being woken up to one of us slipping our morning wood up his gaping chute. One night I came home late to find Grahame had invited his gifter Pitor over to further infect our boy twice and one each from us. 2 weeks after my first breeding session with Liam I wake up to a moving furnace burning next to me and although his big soft cock is still just poking in my hole plugging a load of his cum in my ass his rocking action tells me Grahame is awake and has begun seeding Liam yet again. I shift in our damp bed and sensing I’m awake Liam says, “I think I’ve got a cold coming, aches and a wicked sore throat…” Grahame and I knew better, mentally I'm totting up the dates, since we had experienced the same thing I knew exactly what it was, “No bud, for sure it’s the fuck flu. RESULT! All our breeding has been successful." We all cancel work for the day as over the next few hours Liam has joint pains and his lymph nodes were on fire too before heading to a downward spiral of sweats, fever, chills, powerful headache and a messy 24 hour dose of the shits. Since this was during the 'flu season' his work assumed it was the regular flu but as the days of Liam getting sicker ticked by we had a bigger problem of his boyfriend Ross’s imminent arrival to worry about… The morning his family were due home we got Liam warm and comfortable in his own bed at home in time for us to get away before the family returned to sympathize and nurse him as the viral war within continued reminding him each day the fuck flu symptoms were a rite of passage and meant he had been pozzed by our powerful DNA. Liam importantly was really embracing getting pozzed by hatching a plan to tempt his cheating boyfriend in to a four-way hook up for us to pump him full of our toxic virus thus changing his body forever. During one of the 10 days he was off work we agreed my Top Grahame should go round and be introduced as one of Liam’s co-workers to see how he was doing with the idea really being to begin the seduction of Ross. After the “Hi how are you? You look like shit, how’s work etc etc “chit chat Liam says in a less than subtle message that he’s tired and wants to sleep, “I’m so sick and exhausted we haven’t had any sex since Ross got back” “ewe too much information!” “but thanks for stopping be to see me.” We had had regular text updates on Ross, his likes/dislikes his high sexdrive as a power bottom and so on his way-out Grahame knowing he has passed them says, “Ummm I can’t remember where I put my shoes.” “They’re here, let me get them for you” and as Ross bent down to pick them up Grahame turns and steps forward in a flash grinding his thickening cock against Ross’s pert ass. Far from protesting Ross makes out as Grahame is grabbing, squeezing and kneading his ass through his jeans, telling Ross how nice it felt. While his tongue was in his mouth he unfastened Ross’s pants and pulled them down pushing him to their front door. A wet finger was quickly in his ass and then Grahame drops to his knees and started to eat his hole, forcing his talented tongue deep in the musky opening. After a few minutes it was nice and wet, so stood and switched to rubbing his hard bare dick against the willing hole. He whispers his demands, "Tell me how much you want my cock and cum?" Ross the slut excitedly responds "My pussy is yours. I want your cock in my hole. I want your cum. I will do whatever you say." “Fuck yeah! There’s nothing I love better than shoving my raw dick in a cheating slut’s hole. I’m going to load you up.” And with that he thrust in hard, “but not here, I’ll leave my number, be sure and call me” Grahame pulls out, dresses and is out the door in seconds wondering how long it will be before Ross calls.

Back in January I spent one Friday getting fucked by four men throughout the night as their "after-dinner entertainment". Well, on Saturday I got a text from the host, saying he'd be having his friends over again, and since they had liked my hole he thought I should come over again. I didn't need to consider that for very long - obviously! So I showed up around 10pm, got naked and went into the sitting room to face the four men who'd be fucking me as many times as they wanted until 10am Sunday morning... They must have agreed on how to proceed in advance, because two of them grabbed hold of me and pushed be down across the coffee table and held me down as the other two took up places in front of me and behind me. I felt a gob of spit land on my hole, and the host behind me rubbed his cock around in it for a bit and then told me to open my mouth. The two cocks went inside me at the same time, each pushing all the way inside, so the one in my mouth was making me gag while the one in my dry ass felt like it was splitting me wide open! Damn... And I hadn't even had a chance to take a few hits of poppers to prepare for this! It was deep, hard fucking in both holes, and meanwhile I was being held down by the two other men who seemed to enjoy pushing me hard down on the coffee table and eliminating any risk of me trying to pull away from either cock. I would have begged for more spit or a dose of poppers if I could, but with a cock fucking my mouth and throat that wasn't really possible. So I hoped and prayed that this would just be a short warm-up, but it wasn't. Both kept going and going in my holes until they finally dumped their loads in me. Now, normally when I get a load I'm just happy to get a load, but this time I couldn't help thinking that at least my ass was now lubed up with cum before the next fuck, and anyway I had been fucked by the largest cock in the room so the next cock would be smaller and fucking a wetter and more open hole... That I got a load in the mouth was perhaps a shame - I prefer taking loads in the ass - but on the other hand it was hot to get loaded up in both holes at the same time! The men switched places so the two that had been fucking me were now holding me down and the other two positioned themselves to fuck my holes - and I only just had time to beg for some poppers, so the host gave me the choice between no poppers at all or being a poppers bitch for the rest of the night and taking hits whenever he ordered me to. Well, I was horny and my ass was sore and I needed some help to push through, I thought, so I accepted him controlling the poppers. I was told to take six deep hits to get started, and boy... OH BOY! Complete rush, and my body went limp and I instantly begged for cock! I got it... They repeated the style of the first two men - hard and deep and continuing until I had one more load in each hole! The poppers was again placed under my nose and I was told to take another six hits. After that I was completely helpless and probably couldn't have said "no" even if I had wanted to. They almost had to lift me off the coffee table and lower me unto the cock of the host who had laid down on the floor. Sheer gravity forced his cock balls-deep in me, and then I was pushed forward so I was lying on his chest. I guess it's no big surprise what happened next; nobody in their right mind would expect a bottom woozy on poppers to be able to ride a cock satisfactorily, right? The last time they had taken turns fucking me for hours before I got DP'ed, but apparently they had less patience this time - or just wanted to challenge my greedy hole... Having been fucked twice and taken two loads in my ass, clearly I wasn't exactly tight or dry, but still... Ouch! But then, I do like getting fucked so I can FEEL it, and I definitely felt it! I was moaning and yelping and writing around as they fucked me hard. And basically that's how the night continued; hard and deep fucking in my increasingly wet and sloppy ass. No more deepthroating, but fuck after fuck after fuck while I was being kept on a permanent poppers high. At one point they were talking about going online to find random guys to fuck my used hole, but they gave up on that idea - and to be honest they were more than capable of using me without external help... Whenever somebody came in my ass I simply had no idea if he'd be followed by another fuck or by a DP - it was unpredictable, and I didn't have a say in it anyway. I had come there to be used and to do as I was told... Seriously, every slutty bottom should have a session like this every now and then. It's a good reminder that if you just give up control you can take a LOT of cock for a LONG time! Who cares if your tight little hole is a sore, open, wet, sloppy mess towards the end of it... And believe me, I was a mess, leaking a continuous flow of cum and gaping when there wasn't a cock or two in me. The gaping led the host to try and fist me, but he couldn't get his big hand in me - so they compared hands to find the one most likely to succeed in fisting me, and eventually... Well, I have rather slim hands, so the host pulled one of my hands around to my hole and began fingerfucking my ass with my own fingers, directing me to add more and more fingers until all five fingers would fit - and then he started pushing on my hand. He fucked me fast and hard with my fingers, slow and easy - and any pace in-between, working out what worked the best in getting me to open up. I love the feeling of my own sloppy hole when it's completely fucked open, but this was challenging! (Also for my shoulder; it takes quite a lot of flexibility to attempt self-fisting, even if somebody else is directing your hand!) I was lying there on the floor, trying to open up to take my own hand - and the only word I knew how to say seemed to be "FUCK!" And then, after another large dose of poppers, I suddenly felt my hole slowly contract until it was squeezed around my wrist! I've never fisted anybody before, so I had no idea what it would feel like to have my hand in a hole - let alone my own hole... It was insane! I was jiggling my fingers around in my gut while I was flexing my hole around my wrist! That didn't last long, though, because the host pulled out my hand and then instantly pushed it back in again, beginning to fuck me properly. The other men were sitting around watching, laughing each time I gasped or moaned, urging the host to fist me wide open with my own hand, but then the host let go and told me to go on by myself; to put on a show for their entertainment. I did my best, but it's a hell of a lot harder to force your own hand up your ass than to have somebody else force it up! I did my best, though, and perhaps they enjoyed it all the more because they could see I was struggling... Finally they resumed fucking me, and to be honest an 8" cock feels like a relief after even a slim hand... More fucking, more loads; you know how it goes... By 10am I was told to get dressed and take my fucked-up ass somewhere else. (So I did... When I left I texted another fuckbuddy who loves sloppy seconds, so I figured my hole in that state would be just the thing for him - and it was!)

More blood tests today. Results from last week turned out "abnormal", but did confirm that something is going on with my immune system. Number and timing of risk events + persistent (but mild) fuck flu symptoms + test results that look more like an initial acute infection than that of someone POZ for well over a year all seem to be pointers that I have a co-infection or super-infection. Perhaps my ultimate countdown clock has started ticking closer and closer to an AIDS related destiny.

Most of my loads are essentially anonymous. We use bullshit names. Just want a big dick to split my ass and cream a load inside. What else matters?

Alex turns her head to the side, and the first guy jabs at her face with a somewhat small but extremely hard cock. She opens her mouth, allowing him to thrust into her. His hand drops down and clenches in her hair as he thrusts. As I watch, I continue to grind my cock into her asshole as Mr Silver skillfully toys with her clit. It doesn't take this first guy long to spray into her face, nor does it take long for Silver to coax the first of many orgasms from her either. I look up, and find myself looking at the tall black muscle boy, the first man we talked to in the beginning of the evening. He grins at me, 'Well well well! I don't think I've ever seen a Trans boy here before!' He drops his towel, and slaps his long soft cock across Alex's face. The MDMA laced sperm we filled her with is starting to work, and she's having a hard time focussing, but she squints and when she recognizes him a broad grin splits her face. 'Daddy, it's the nice man from the gym earlier!' She twists her neck to lick at his cock where he's gently smacking her with it. She gets her mouth around it, and begins to bob her head on him. He grunts with pleasure and thrusts to meet her, and she gags a little, and I feel it as her ass clamps shut on my cock. There are more men waiting, so I pull out and allow them in. The older leather daddy is first in line, and he slips into her pussy. Commenting that he hasn't fucked one in more than a decade. I lean back against the wall, and stroke my cock and watch as the men pile into her. Three of them are in a regular rotation taking turns at mouth and cunt and ass. Her MDMA rush is in full swing, and I know how she feels right now: As though she can never possibly take enough cock, and as though every orgasm is just an appetizer for the next one, and they just keep getting bigger. The boys confer, then ask if they can move her to the bed. They figure it's time for some DP, and Alex certainly agrees. I help her out of the sling, and take her into my arms and kiss her hard. I toss her onto the bed, lie back, and pull her on top of me. She straddles me, and sinks her cunt down onto my cock. The muscle boy kneels behind her and I feel the inimitable sensation of a cock sliding alongside mine. Both of us are in her cunt, and she stares wide-eyed at me. I grind up, he grinds down, and she moans in mingled pain and pleasure. As we grow accustomed to each other's rhythms, we begin to long stroke her. She whimpers, clamps down, and squirts me clean out of her cunt. Muscle boy laughs, fits me back into her, and switches to her asshole. I stay buried deep while he begins to pound her brutally hard. She falls down onto my chest and begins chanting filth into my ear. Over and over she tells me she's my whore, my slut, my fuck-meat, that she has never felt so owned, nor so sexy, she begs me to use her harder, tells me she will do anything. Suddenly she stops in mid sentence, and cums so hard she sounds like a barking dog. Muscle boy groans and I can actually feel the cum coursing up his cock, where it rests against mine separated only by the thin vaginal wall. He pulls out, and the next man drops into place. He lasts just a few strokes, and also cums. Another man pounds for a while, before filling her. Mr Black grabs Alex by the hair, and pulls her off me. He lays her on her back, spreads her legs roughly, and enters her cunt with his club of a cock. Her legs fly into the air, then wrap tightly around his back. Her hands drop down and grab his ass cheeks and pull him in deeper. His teeth are at her throat, nipping and biting as he pounds into her. A few minutes later, he crams another load into her, and rolls off. She jumps on his cock, licking and sucking it clean, with sperm dribbling out of her like a waterfall. Silver shuts the door, and all of us join Alex on the bed. She cuddles into the middle of us. Kissing and stroking us all moving from one to the next. Soon enough, she is riding Silver, Black is buried in her ass, and I stand by her face and begin a slow throat fucking. She shudders in orgasm, once, twice, and then Black grunts and fills her ass. Silver is not far behind, but both men remain inside her as I build up, and then cum down her throat. We all collapse back to the bed again. After a few minutes, when movement becomes an option, we gather up our towels, and Alex leads us to the showers and the hot tub upstairs. It's four AM, we pass knots of men fucking and sucking. Some pause to look at the tall androgynous beauty, plastered in cum, cum visibly dripping down her thighs, a glorious and bedraggled mess. She walks proudly, aware of her beauty. Like an avatar of filthy lustful sex. I take her into the shower, I soap her, I rinse her, I comb her hair. I lead her to the tub where we cuddle in the hot swirling water. The four of us exchange glances, and then, suddenly we are all laughing uncontrollably and High-fiving. What a great night.

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.

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.

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

Daddy Max had an astonished look on his face as he watched Alex fight to not cum. He gently reached over and took Alex’s face in both his hands, looked him in the eye, and said, “Does the fact that I’m poz and want to fuck you turn you on that much?” A shudder went through Alex and he moaned loudly, “You have NO idea! I’ve thought about it off and on, and just tonight had decided to give in and start trying to get converted. And now you’re here, wanting to fuck me, and telling me you’re poz. It’s like a fucking dream come true!” “Well my stud boy, let’s work on making that dream a reality.” Daddy Max got up and helped Alex off the bunk. He led him to the sling and helped him get settled in it. With a devilish grin, he put the ankle and wrist restraints on him. “If we’re going to do this, we might as well do it right.” After he got Alex secured, he said, “You must be thirsty. I’ve got some bottled water here if you’d like some. And I have some with a little something that would make tonight so much better for you, if you’re interested.” “Are you talking GHB or something stronger?” he asked cautiously. Daddy Max leaned in close to Alex with a tender look on his face. “I would never lie to you or do anything to hurt you. I wasn’t kidding when I said earlier that you might just be a keeper. I definitely want to talk more about that after tonight. But I do want us, especially you, to have fun tonight. It’s up to you if you want some enhancement or not.” “What the hell, why not!” Alex exclaimed. Since his hands were restrained, Daddy Max tipped the water bottle so he could get a good drink of the prepared water. He had never done GHB before, but knew all about it. He swallowed a good portion of the water and settled back in the sling. His new daddy started running his hands all over Alex’s chest and stomach, pinching his nipples. He leaned in and kissed him and then went over to a locker to get a few things. He brought back some lube, a good sized toy, and a hand towel. Then he got down on his knees so his face was even with Alex’s ass and started giving him some return treatment. Daddy Max started running his tongue up and down the spread wide ass crack. Then he zeroed in on the asshole and started tongue fucking it. Alex moaned. It wasn’t long before Max got a taste of the load that was already in Alex’s cunt. He sucked some of the load out and went and kissed Alex, sharing it with him. “Was that poz cum?” he asked. Alex nodded with a silly grin on his face. The GHB was starting to take effect and he was feeling a little loopy. Max patted him on his cheek, “Good boy!”. He went back to his ass and lubed up a few of his fingers. He put one in and started feeling around, getting him lubed up. I inserted 2 fingers easily enough and started stretching his hole. He also hooked his fingers and used his nails to scrape a few times while he was fucking in and out with them. “Even in his drugged condition, Alex reacted at that, “OW!”. “Just making it a little easier for you tonight,” Max explained. He was still fucking his 2 fingers in and out and Alex’s pain turned to pure pleasure. He then added a 3rd finger and went back to stretching as he fucked them in and out. “Oh fuck, yes, finger that ass,” Alex begged him. “ I want that thick daddy cock inside me.” “Almost there, stud, just hold on.” He could tell the drug was working on him so he added a 4th finger to make sure he was good and open. When he finally pulled his fingers ou, there were some pink areas, so he knew he’d scraped him enough to make him bleed. His new stud was going to get his wish tonight. Max lubed up the toy and put the head up to the stretched out hole. It sank in pretty quickly. It wasn’t quite as big as his 8.5X7 cock, but it was good enough sized to make sure he was ready for what came next. “OH GOD, YEAH!!!” Alex cried out. “Fuck me with that thing!”. He was obviously enjoying the toy, so Max started a good in and out rhythm, going all the way in every time. “You like that toy in you, don’t you?” he asked. Alex purred, ”Oh fuck yeah. Can’t wait til I have you inside me, though Daddy Max!”. Max picked up the pace a little with the toy and used it for a few more minutes. He pulled it out, stood up, and started lubing his thick cock up. “Get ready boy, here comes the real thing.” “Oh fuck yes, Daddy, please fuck me with your poz cock!!!” Max put the head of his cock up to the younger stud’s asshole and rubbed it back and forth a few times. Alex started squirming in the sling. “Take my toxic cock, boy!” Max shoved the head and a few inches of his thick rod into the waiting cunt. Even with the fingering and toy play, he was still really tight. “UNGH!” Alex yelled out, but was still trying to fuck his ass onto the thick invader. “Oh yeah, that stuff has you really ready to be fucked good and hard,” Max commented. Alex was sweating quite a bit, his cock was rock hard and leaking, and he was grunting as he tried to fuck his tight ass onto the thick daddy cock. Max grabbed hold of the chains holding the sling up and started really plowing the rest of his cock in, fucking an inch or two in, then pulling out a bit, then fucking a few more inches in til he was all the way in. “You got my entire poz cock in you now, boy,” Daddy Max told him. “Please fuck me with it Daddy Max, fuck me and fill me up with your poz cum! I need it.” Alex replied. “Oh, you’re going to get it, alright. And I have a special surprise for you, boy. My doctor is changing my meds, so I’m actually off meds right now. You’re going to get a load of unmedicated poz cum fucked into you.” As Daddy Max said that, he was plunging his hard, thick, poz cock in and when he ran over Alex’s prostate, he shot his load all over his stomach and chest. He even got some on his lips. The news about the unmedicated poz cum turned him on that much. His orgasm caused his asshole to contract on Daddy Max’s cock which pushed him towards his own orgasm. “You’re making me cum, boy. Here it is, I can’t hold back, TAKE MY TOXIC LOAD!” He stayed balls deep in Alex’s well fucked cunt and unloaded deep inside him. Both of them moaning, grunting, and cussing. Daddy Max stayed buried in his boy until every bit of cum was drained from his toxic balls. He leaned in and kissed Alex deeply and passionately. They made out for several minutes until Max’s cock grew soft and slipped out of the well fucked hole. He pulled back a little and said, “I have one more surprise for you, if you’re up for it.” Alex was still pretty worked up, but having that massive orgasm helped calm him down a little. “What do you have for me now?” Alex asked. “Your friend Sam who fucked you earlier is a fuck bud of mine. I ran into him after he dumped his load in you and we set this up. He knew you wanted to convert and he could tell I had the hots for you, so he put my room number on one of the marker boards saying there was a hot stud in the sling wanting poz loads. If you’re up for it, when I open that door, there should be poz guys waiting to fuck you. If you aren’t up for it, I’ll go erase the message, no harm, no foul.” Alex’s cock sprang back to life as he listened to what all had been set up, just for him. “Fuck YEAH, I’m up for it!” he exclaimed. “This is a dream come true. I’d like some more of that water, though, before you open the door. I want to really enjoy this.” Max retrieved the bottle he drank from earlier and helped him finish it off. Before he opened the door, he leaned in and said, “You’re making your new daddy VERY happy, boy,” then he kissed him deeply. “So let’s get the next phase of this party started,” he said and walked over and opened the door.

Wow, those pics are great

Here's me and dad's story: we started when I was 18 he 36. He had just got out of prison. Armed robbery. Did 6 years. Went in pretty straight but...ya know. said the first cock he sucked was his cell mate, this tatted Nazi biker dude. After a few months he was hooked. Anyway when he got home, I was eager to reconnect. The prison was far from home and we only saw him a few times a year .I kinda knew I wasn't into girls but I didn't know for certain what I was. I just knew I was fascinated by his muscles and prison tats. One Saturday my mom went shopping, And I guess he thought that I gone with her, Cause I was hanging out in my room when i started to hear porn playing in the living room. But I didnt hear any females. So I quietly tip toe in and he's on the couch naked, jerking it to some old school gay VHS (this was 1997 after all). but uh, he saw me after a couple minutes of me staring at his cock and was like "get over here you little fag, I always knew you was queer." and just like that I was sucking dads cock. I had sucked others before but i had never been more turned on than just then. My dad was the one I first penetrated and was penetrated by. Oddly I fucked him before he fucked me. When we gets all spun he turns into a huge bottom. But I remember the first time (it was about 2 weeks intp it all) he shot me up with meth , gave me poppers and i was more than ready. Legs in the air and hole hungry for daddy's cock and cum. Didnt even hurt, it was liie something was finally there that had been missing my whole life. and when he came, just railing into me like a machine, but still kissing my neck, and as he came i could feel it filling me and he pushed in balls deep and held it there and whispered "Il love you son." And we actually both teared up a little bit, because before it had just been raw animal lust. But jsut then it was real, intimate. We had not really realized up until that moment how much we had missed one another. Click here to Reply or Forward

I have met bottoms who just insist on every top that they hook up with wear a condom. But sometimes I get the bottom to give in to my bb breeding needs when I deliberately take too long to cum. I am sorry. If the bottom has a very beefy bubble ass, I gotta seed it. I won't negotiate that at all with him. I do run into some cases when the bottom, who wants to get me off, takes the condom off and tells me not to cum in his ass. Now what top in his right mind can honestly say that he can pull out of a good beefy ass when he is at that moment? For me I just nutt in him anyway, but pull out to let the remaining droplets spill on his ass cheecks.

My name is Charlie, and I am a recovering addict. Almost 10 years ago, I got involved with some guys in California who got me hooked on meth, used me for a few months, and then basically left me for dead. I survived. Well, part of me did. Sometimes I think its the part of me that should have died. I hadn't done tina in almost 10 years, though, like a bad addict, I would still look at chem porn, and read sleazy, chem-filled stories on sites like this one, on bugshare, on NKP. I got off over and over again to stories of guys getting fucked up, whether it be by their choice or not, and getting used like the sluts most gay men are. I got off on stories about pozzing, stealthing (chems and poz), zoo, you name it. I was a secret (or not so secret, I don't know) pervert, but I hadn't relapsed. That was until recently. See there was this guy that I had talked to over those almost 10 years, from the time I was in California through the time that I moved to Boston. For most of this time, he didn't know that I was in recovery, that I really shouldn't be talking about how much I would love to be between his hairy thighs while he spun his pipe and blew clouds over me. This guy was my kind of pig. Tall, about 6 foot or a little more, and bearish - both furry, and with a belly. But best of all, he was a pig, and made no bones about it. Well, he may have made a few bones, if you catch my drift. His name was Pat, and he was local to me in Boston, only a few miles away, but as anyone who lives in a metro area knows, 6 miles can be a very long way to go for cock. Pat was into leather harnesses and slings, piss play and fist, sweat, spit and anon sex. All of that made me hot. What made me hotter was that he didn't care about his status for most of the 10 years that we were chatting and camming. He didn't care about his status until he tested positive for HIV in 2015, after which point he started to care more about what his partner's status was. See, once he converted, he began to like gifting and stealthing guys. So he would tell some guys that he was undetectable, or just not talk about status with them when they would party with him. But he and I would talk about it. I was still neg, and had been something of a passive chaser for most of my sexually active years. It was all fantasy to me - granted a hot fantasy that got me off time and again, but still a fantasy. I let undetectable guys breed me, and didn't ask status for a lot of the guys that used my holes, but still tested neg in 2016. I had been cautious about talking to Pat after moving to the Boston area, as I hadn't wanted to break my sobriety and relapse, although every day dirty fantasies would flit through my head, where I would go, and someone would slip a booty bump up my hole, and by the time I realized what it was, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it but beg for more dick. Then I did something that would change my life completely, and free me from the fantasy Hell I had been trapped in. I told Pat about some of these fantasies, especially ones where I would be kidnapped and forced to do chems and take cock for days. When I was young, there was no real worry about a guy finding your address if you didn't want him to - it was too much effort for most people to go through, and besides, shit like that only happens to other people, right? Well, since there has been such an upsurge of technology that utilizes a phone's GPS for the purposes of finding ass, it has become easier to triangulate someone's location based on these applications. Guess what? It didn't happen to someone else. It happened to me. And I couldn't be happier. You see, a few weeks ago, Pat and I were talking on Scruff, and I noticed that he was only about a half mile from me. This was closer than his usual 6 miles or so of distance, so I asked what he was up to. "Running an errand, had to come down to your neck of the woods to grab something," he said, and I thought no more of it. I was outside, having a clove in my garage to stay out of the wind, when a car pulled into my empty driveway. This was a black sedan, unremarkable in its make and model - probably a Camry, there are like a billion of those. In the driver's seat was someone I recognized, Pat. He pulled all the way down the drive, not trapping me, but there were few places that I could go to get away. And believe me, I wanted to get away. I knew that something was going to happen, I just felt nervous all of a sudden. "Hey Charlie! I was in the neighborhood, and decided to drop by to see you, since we have been talking these 10 years and haven't met yet." His voice was as sexy as I remembered, medium timbered but clear and resonant. All I could think of were the videos he'd sent me of him being a verbal, nasty top with piggy bottoms. The vids that I had jacked to countless times. "Oh, hi, glad to finally meet you in person!" I stammered in response, nervous as all Hell. He came to me and wrapped me in a big bear hug, and I could hear him sniffing at my neck as he hugged me. So here I am, being hugged by this guy that I think is both sexy and dangerous as fuck, and dammit if my dick doesn't start to chub. He can feel it, since even though he was around 6 foot tall, I was about 6'4", so my crotch was pressed against his stomach. I could smell the sweat on him, if I bothered to pay attention, and that was driving me up the wall too. Pat's arms were around my back, and even though he was holding me tight still, I could feel his hands moving lower, rubbing my lower back, and then my ass. I couldn't help it, I moaned softly. He let me go and stood back, peering into my face. "Please tell me you aren't busy right now," he whispered seductively into my ear, his scruff tickling my neck and jaw. "Now that I have seen you in person, I'm thinking I'm going to have to feed you my hog right here." His hog, that was what he has always called his admittedly ample fuck stick. About 8.5x6 uncut inches, getting thicker towards the base after a head that was great for popping holes open to stretch for his thick shaft. I'd seen it plenty, in various states of hardness, and I knew that I wanted that cock, that I had wanted that cock for close to 10 years. I didn't care that he was admittedly poz, not on meds, and wanted to get me to relapse. None of that mattered, now that I could feel his bulge growing against my hip. I sighed, knowing that I was being stupid, but not caring. Knowing that even if it was stupid, I would regret for my entire life not taking the offer that was on the table - getting to play with this guy that I had been into for a long time. "Not so busy that I don't have some time to finally get to know you, Pat. It's been too long that we have been dancing around this." I could feel my face heating up, turning red. "Good, because I want to make you my pig. You aren't cleaned up by any chance are you?" I shook my head, having not planned on meeting up with anyone, let alone someone I had had a dangerous crush on for years. He smiled and said "Well, I have a lot of time, and you are going to go inside, get rinsed up - only inside, mind! And then I'm going to bring you back to my place." I stubbed my clove out, and told him to follow me inside where I could get ready for him. I did the usual thing to clean up for a good long fuck, cleaning as deeply and as quickly as I could. When I came out of the bathroom, Pat was on the couch, looking at his phone, grinning. He looked at me and said, so you think you're ready for this hog?" He grabbed his crotch and moved his half hard dick around in his pants. The thirst was strong, and I nodded. "Ok then," he said, "grab some lube, I'm going to give you some piss up your ass before we go to my place." My dick got hard, and I went to get the lube from my room, along with my harness, and bag of toys. I slipped the harness on under my shirt, put a jockstrap on - red Nasty Pig, sweaty and unwashed, as well as a cockring. Pat grinned harder as I came out, and I handed him my bottle of Gun Oil. "Turn around and let me see that hot ass." I pulled down my pants, and bent over slightly so that he could see and feel my ass. His hand on my ass felt great, but I was still nervous. Here I was, letting this guy that I knew was partying, piss up my ass and plug it in me. He spread a bit of lube on his fingers and lubed my hole, one finger in, then two, and then three, and then four. In and out, my hole hungry for the attention that it was getting. I heard him fumbling with the lube again, and then I could hear the unmistakable sound of a cock being lubed. "You're going to love this. Hold still." I felt his hand on my lower back, holding me in place, and then I felt the head of that hot, uncut cock right on my hole, and I pushed back just slightly to get the head of his hog in me. As his head popped through, and I could feel the stretch of his much thicker shaft pushing in me slightly, a light sweat popped out on my brow. Am I doing the right thing here? I thought to myself. But even as the thought crossed my mind, it was too late, and I could feel his strong, warm piss filling my hole, and I could feel the heat growing stronger and stronger. After about two minutes, with his cock pulsing inside me, he sighed and said "There, now clench." I clenched my hole, holding his very large load of piss inside myself. It probably would have been too much liquid had I not just rinsed out and had water up there before. "Hold still pig, I have a plug for you so you don't get that good piss on my car seats." I felt something cold on my ass again, and then more pressure, and a decent sized plug - I presumed, since I hadn't seen it - popped its way inside my chute. Pat pulled up my sweats, patted my ass, and said "Let's go, pig." Already feeling hornier than I had felt for the last 10 years, I followed him out, knowing that I was going to be his sub pig for as long as he wanted me. We got in the car, and he pulled out of my drive, taking off for destination unknown - his place. I had no idea how long it would take to get there, and I was just happy I had the plug in me to hold that chem piss inside of me. The ride took about 20 minutes, and we were at his place, where he told me to go right to the tub, bend over, and wait for him. The bathroom was simple, beige walls, beige shower tiles, clear plastic shower curtain. There were hard water stains on the bathtub, but by this point it was something that I noticed only because Pat wasn't there yet. The sun was shining through the window in the shower, and I could feel its tenuous heat on my skin. It was hardly a couple of minutes that I was there, in my jock and harness, and nothing else, standing with my head on the shower wall, back arched, ass out. "Damn, I love a pig who follows instructions. Ok, we won't be wasting it like this very often, but I want you to push out all of that chem piss into the tub. We want to make sure I didn't loosen anything else up there." As soon as he told me to let it go, I started to gently push, as I had had a cramp building from trying to hold it in too long. The piss came out dark yellow, but clear of any debris, apparently I had cleaned out better than I thought. Pat made sure that I was still clean, and that there wasn't anything else forthcoming from my hole - that I was ready to get stuffed full of what I was born to take - cock and cum. "Here, another treat for you, because I know you will be the pig I want soon." Pat's voice was getting sexier, and more dominant with the minute, and again, I did as he told me to - bent over the arm of the couch as we had left the bathroom and gone to the living room. There was porn playing on the TV, a laptop connected to it, and I recognized the porn, one of my favorite scenes from a TIM flick, one with Calvin and the Fucktard. My head was out there, focusing on all of the piggy thoughts that I had buried (poorly) over the years, when I felt Pat behind me again, fingers sliding into my hole with a little lube. "I call these Devil's Cocks." He said to me as I then felt something frozen touch my hungry hole. I was already high from the chem piss earlier - it had been pretty strong, but I knew that a Devil's Cock was. Frozen cum. He was lubing me right. "Only, these Devil's Cocks have an extra ingredient, my favorite vitamin T. You are getting about a third of a cup of cum, and quite a bit of tina with this pig. We will make sure those inhibitions go away." Shit he knows how nervous I am. I thought this, even though I was already high, already lost. Already relapsed. I felt the cumcicle pop its way into my hole, chilling me. Pat kept rubbing my hole, making me moan. "Don't worry, we are going to have this hole stretched around my poz hog soon pig. I'm just going to reteach you how to smoke a pipe, and I'm going to watch you suck my cock while I spin for my hits." My cock couldn't really get hard any more - I get crystal dick very badly - but I was so horny, and those words made a small wet spot appear in my jock pouch. He sat on the couch and told me that since I got the booty bump, he was going to enjoy me servicing him before he taught me how to spin the pipe. The floor wasn't comfortable, but I didn't care, especially not after Pat threw a pillow on the ground for my knees. He pulled his hog out of his jock - he was wearing chaps, a black leather jockstrap, his leather harness and a cap - fucking hot. As he pulled his dick out, I could smell his cock and balls, knew that he hadn't washed them in a while, and I was good with that. The smell was intoxicating. Or maybe that was the cloud he breathed down on me, not sure. I sniffed up and down the length of his cock while he spun the pipe, groaned and otherwise enjoyed the feeling of my beard on his cock and balls, and I enjoyed getting his scent mixed up into my face fur. It wasn't long before I started licking the head of his cock, the very barest part of it sticking out of his foreskin, a drop of precum already in his slit. I slurped that up while I made eye contact with him, and started to suck his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of manly flesh, a hint of my ass and piss. For at least an hour, I knelt on the floor between this man's thighs while he spun the pipe, and I finally got to suck on the cock that I had dreamed about for years. And suck I did. I used every skill, every technique that I had developed over the years to give him as much pleasure as possible. I brought him to the edge 4 times in that first hour, and never let him cum in my mouth - since that would be a waste of his seed. I was able to better than I ever have in the past, holding him down my throat until black stars danced in my vision. He held the back of my head and made sure that every inch of his hog was in my throat, and that his full nuts were up against my beard. I tugged and pulled on his sack while he moaned in that deep voice of his. He grabbed my hands and pulled them to his nipples, "Work em, pig." "Your throat is fucking awesome, dude. Why did it take so long to get my hog down your throat? Fuck!" he exclaimed at one point. Because I was a recovering addict, and too chickenshit to let go again. I thought as I worked this hot specimen on manhood with my mouth. And there is no where I'd rather be right now. I want this thing in my hole, so fucking bad. I didn't realize that I had said that out loud as I stared at the fully hard 8 plus inches of cock in front of me until I heard Pat chuckle. "You want my cock up your little hole pig? You want this hot hog that you have been slurping on for an hour and a half to dig you out and plant my seed in you? My POZ seed?" I was looking up at him, hunger still written on my face. "Fuck. Yes. Sir." He chuckled again, muttering under his breath, almost too soft for me to hear: "Hog gets em every time." Louder, he told me to get on the couch next to him, and he would pack a bowl for me, and refresh himself some, since he'd been enjoying the polish job I'd been doing on his glorious tool too much to really blow any clouds. I sat with my arms behind my head, sweat beading on my head and running down my sides from my arm pits. I could smell them without moving my head. So could Pat. "Woof! Hot scent coming from those pig pits!" He was packing what looked to me to be a lot of tina into the bowl, a big pile sitting there in the bulb, which he soon melted into a puddle. "So, it's been a while since you partied, you told me, right? So I am going to remind you how to twirl the glass cock. I'll control the fire for now, you start inhaling slowly and steadily once I tell you. Don't take your eyes off the hole." I smirked like an 8th grader, and Pat sniggered again. He heated the bowl like the professional he was, and soon told me to start inhaling, slowly and steadily. "A little harder. Nope, too much, just...there you go boy. Pull that cloud in deep. A little more. More. There, hold that until I tell you to let it go." My lungs are filled to bursting, more than I would take for a toke of pot, way more than a drag of a cigarette. I felt my lungs start to quiver when Pat finally told me to release it. A huge white cloud enveloped my head, covering Pat from my view, but it was strangely satisfying. A couple of seconds later, I heard a cell phone video clip ending, and then some more bits and tweets. "Fuck, that was a good cloud boy! You are going to take a few more like that before we are ready to bend you over. I like my fuckholes SPUN! I recorded that, sent you a copy, and am uploading a copy to NKP right now." I am sure my phone vibrated somewhere around my sweatpants, but I could care less. I was floating, and perfectly happy to stay that way. My hole was tingling hungrily, and my eyes were closed, but I heard Pat say "Time for another, slut." I repeated, took another huge hit and blew a nice thick cloud. Twice more. Then Pat had me operate the fire, and told me to put my feet on the couch and expose my ass. As I got into position, Pat got his baggie out again, and put a nice shard on his finger tip, before shoving it knuckle deep in me. It felt so fucking good. I could feel the cum from the Devil's Cock around the finger, feel it move in me when Pat got in. I loved it. Pat saw it on my face and grinned a sleazy sexy grin, and told me to go ahead and release the hit. I did, and he said very seductively, "Well, I liked what I felt in that hole earlier. I liked it again just now. I want to take your hole, keep you high as fuck, pound you, use you, and get lots more loads than just mine in there. Are you ready to take my cock, and let me make you mine?" I didn't have to think for very long. My ass was on fire, doing all of my decision making. And my ass needed cock. Pat's cock. Pat's poz cock. "Please, yes Sir."

I take a ton of anonymous loads and I was wondering what you guys would do. I never ask them who they are unless they are an amazing fuck and I want it again.

Hi guys. I am POZ for 6 months now and on meds. Recently I got my drug resistance test results and it says I have CRF28_BF subtype. I have some stupid questions for experienced guys. From my readings I can say CRFs are rare right? So can we say they are more dangerous than common subtypes like C ? Since I took more than 150 anon loads until I diagnosed, can we say it's a combination form I got from several people or I got it from one person? Does it mean it's easier to have a superinfection because I have a rare subtype? Certainly I don't want to have it but I can't stop taking more anon loads!

Game Quest: Part 5 The Confession I moved him toward the kitchen, and the basement door leading to my playroom, and stopped him at the top of the stairs. “We’re now going to my interrogation room in the basement. Any last words?” I said into his ear. “No Sir,” he said. “Good boy,” I said, removing his glasses and replacing them with the leather blindfold. “Watch your step boy.” “You must really play this game a lot, if you have a room for it.” He said while I tightened and buckles the blindfold. “It’s been a while boy, but I think I’ll be playing it a lot more now,” I said slyly. Panic took him a bit as I moved him toward the first step and I held onto his arms to steady him as he searched for the first stair with his feet. Slowly we proceed down the stairs and to my playroom. When I got my prize to the door, I swung it open and reached for a leash inside the door, and hooked it to his collar. I shoved him in hard “On the ground boy, unless told otherwise, you walk on your knees here unless told otherwise!” Still bound he fell onto his left shoulder on one of the gym mats I scattered like throw rugs around my cement floored playroom. I tugged at his leash to bring him up to a kneeling position, then lead him across to the bondage chair. “Up now!” I tugged at his collar and brought him to a standing position. “There’s a chair behind you, that you’re going to be in for a while, so sit and make yourself comfortable.” I unlocked his cuffs and lowered him down into the heavy wooden chair. Once In the chair, I relocked each of his wrist cuffs to eyebolts on the high arms of the chair, and then passed his leash through one of the higher slats on the back of the chair, and pulled until his back was straight and some of his weight was on the collar. Then I strapped his chest tight against the chair back and replaced his ankle shackles with leather cuffs that I then locked to legs of the chair. Nice and secure in the chair, and a little dribble of pre-cum bubbling in his cock slit, It was now time to let the fun begin. I reached for the printout of our conversation on Daddies4bois, and decided on my line of questioning. “Are you comfortable, prisoner?” I asked. Knowing he wasn’t a hundred percent “comfortable” in the chair I laughed when he struggled with how to respond. “Yes, Sir,” he finally stuttered. “What is your full name boy?” I demanded. “Gregory Rienster,” he responded. “Where do you live?” He gave his name and address, which I noted down. I continued the rather banal line of questions to lure him into a sense of security in the game. Then I asked him, “Do you know who ‘gameboyfordaddy’ is? Even blindfolded, the look of shock in his face was obvious, his mouth moved trying to figure out how to answer and his face blushed the darkest shade of red. I repeated my question this time louder and with more aggression. Finally, he said with a dry throat, “He is me, Sir.” “What do you mean boy?” “He is you?” I fired back. “That’s my user name, Sir.” “Where is that your username boy?” Again his mouth was moving looking for words. “Where… is that your username boy?” I insisted. “On on, Daddies4boys.com, Sir” he stuttered. “And what kind of site is that boy?” “It’s an online dating site, Sir.” His voice was trembling now. “And what are you looking for on this site boy?” I kept my voice deep and sharp. “Daddies Sir” he said with his voice further in his throat. “Are you a faggot boy?” I shot at him. No response, instead his face and mouth tightened as if soon tears would come. Beautiful, I thought to myself. “I think you are boy! Let me read to you your profile.” I then took the print out and read to him his entire profile, about his stats, interest in being dominated, kinks etc. and most importantly the new bareback information he had added at the earlier persuasion of my fake persona on the very same site. “So,” I said, “it appears to be that you’re a little faggot who wants to suck daddy dick and take dicks raw up your asshole.” It worked, he started sniffling, his lips started to quiver, and a tear slipped out from behind his blindfold. I put down the print out and walked over to my prey and knelt down and said into his ear, “Go on boy, say it. Say you’re a worthless little fag that want to get fucked full of raw daddy seed.” You could see it all well up inside him until it broke like a dam. His chest started heaving and he started blubbering like a baby. If not for the heavy blind fold tears would have been pouring down his face. I saw his cock soften, and said deeply into his ear repeating over and over: “Go on boy, tell me you want to be treated as a worthless little cumdump.” I thought I’d have to push him even more to break him, but his sobbing got heavier, and in a barely intelligible voice and getting hung up on certain words, he said it. “Yes s s s Sir, I’m a w w wo worthless fagg g g gtot t t. P p plea s se tr tr treat me lik k k e a w wo orthless cum dump.” That’s it, that’s all I needed, I took my phone from the shelf and send a text to a good friend of my saying “Game on! Tell others.”

spent a week in france on vacation. took at least 50 loads from strangers! it was awesome!! im sure there were more than a few high vl loads to bring me back on course to be full blown again soon! ;-)

why do you want a big gaping hole? All the guys I've had fuck me want tight. Yeah, it hurts at first , but ride the cock in you and the pain becomes pleasure.

my hole gets insatiable when it feels seed in it. nyc now looking for seed. looking to get sleazy and insatiable with a few cocks. would love a pervy daddy gang breeding right now.

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

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

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.

Would so love to get pozzed

I like the idea of public sex, but I'm enough of a puss that I actually prefer it to "seem" public but be relatively risk free. I hooked up with a regular in a back parking lot of a public park years ago and got ambushed by a couple who were probably looking for the same kind of discreet fuck spot. That scared me off public stuff for a while. Recently I've been meeting men in a park behind my house at night if they don't have a place to meet. There are picnic tables/sheds on the edge of a wooded area at the edge of the baseball field that's unlit and deserted at night. At those picnic tables get the cover of darkness while still being able to clearly see the folks playing basketball and tennis at the lighted courts nearby. I love the idea of being as quiet as you can, but knowing at some point you're bound to make enough noise that it's possible someone could hear. Another hot public scene was even safer, but still hot. I hooked up with a guy in a glass walled conference room on the first floor of a busy office complex. He had a key so no danger of someone walking in. Glass all around, but the glass was mirrored on the outside. We could see all the people coming and going from the main entrance, but they couldn't really see us. It was like fucking in a mirrored fish bowl. It felt so slutty and wonderful, but I didn't really have the danger of being walked in on while I had his dick in my mouth or ass. This topic is making me think of a public hookup this weekend. Perhaps it's time for a more public session...

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.

For many of us faggot sluts, cocks and cum are the essence of life. No matter if your desire is for sucking cock like the OP or taking diseased dick up the ass like I prefer, the pursuit of more sex is a key element of our lives. For many of us, it is a very natural, authentic part of our being. There is....and I feel very strongly about this....NOTHING THE HELL WRONG with having as much fucking sex as possible. There are so many anti-queer, anti-recreational sex messages floating around that there is no wonder some have very conflicted views. Screw the damned haters. They are too uptight and conflicted to understand the true beauty of fucking just for fun. Hell, if we would all fuck more and complain less the world would be much improved. Humans are expected to use all of their physical abilities......thinking, seeing, opposable thumbs, to have a "better" life....why the hell should we think that the sexual drive and abilities we have should be "limited". So, fuck, suck or do whatever you enjoy often and well......if that is part of your make up denying it will only make you more miserable.

As I lay beside the boy he greedily licks my fingers clean of the bloodied cum and ass juices. “Well, well who have we here?” asks Grahame, the boy locks eyes with me sensing my confusion that we didn’t even to get to introducing ourselves blurts out “Liam…my name is Liam” “Well Liam, what brings you to our bed, sharing my boyfriend?” Liam looks worried but answers, “My cheating boyfriend. He’s obviously moved on to an ‘open relationship’ so this is a revenge fuck.” He turns his head and says “sorry” to me before continuing, “I thought I might as well knowingly get pozzed so I get IT out of the way and not worry about who I fuck in future.” I can’t help but notice Grahame’s cock is rock hard in his joggers with a sizable wet patch from copious amounts of pre-cum thinking that this 20 something years old jock is, ready and begging to be fucked full of HIV-positive spunk again. “Ha. That’s funny, you see I am a cheating husband too that got pozzed, knocked up my partner who’s just passed on my DNA to you” and turning to me says, “turned him from a cock loving cum slut in to a gifting TOP, who knew that would happen once he was made free?” “And looking at the POZ mess leaking from your hole and the blood on our sheets I recon you’re well and truly on your way to joining the brotherhood too” As the words spill from his mouth he is pulling off his shirt and dropping his joggers to reveal his prized possession a lovely 8” x 6” uncut cock that already is hard and twitching, flat against his stomach and has smeared glistening pre-cum over his hairy treasure trail. “As you’re here you might as well take my DNA from the source!” as an evil grin appears across his face as he approaches our new friend Liam "Yeah roll over, spread your cheeks and hole, let me get a couple of fingers in there, no need for lube, ah! three fingers sawing in and out,” Knowing my boyfriend’s technique those fingers will be circling round probing the soft inner reaches of Liam’s fuck chute and massaging his prostate driving him crazy. “You my friend, I'll have you gaping soon." All Liam could utter between moans was, "Fuck yeah, this feels amazing! Wreck my hole." "I see there's a lot of pink in the cum leaking around my fingers. Looks like Harry did some damage fucking you earlier, just makes it easier for our poz swimmers to get into your body and do their work.” “Jeez how many loads have you taken boy?” “Three…ummm…aaaah….so far” replies Liam pushing back further impaling his puffy hole on Grahame’s fingers as four long fingers are now opening Liam’s hole yet wider “You ready for more infected cum?" What could he say? There was only one right answer at this moment in time. "Yeeeeessss, Fuck Me, pleeeeeaaase." I slide off the bed to get a closer look as Grahame wanks his cock a couple of times before placing the angry purple head of his deathstick at Liam’s hole, teasing his ass lips and drooling toxic fluid all around his opening. "Ahhh ...yes" my partner says as the bulbous bellend pushes in and disappears into the fleshy crevice. Our boy is making involuntary little whimpers just like I do when Grahame’s thick dick squeezes past my ass muscles and pulls everything back as he withdraws, only to increase the sensations of pressure and fullness as he slowly inches more cock in. My mouth is dry and I feel slightly faint but I cannot take my eyes off my boyfriend’s dick fluidly moving in and out going deeper with each forward stroke as he gently rocks back and forth. “You ready for more boy?” I know Grahame is impatient as he can fuck for ages before cumming and doesn’t want to hold back any longer. A POZ man on a mission to infect a NEG bottom. “Fuck yeah” is the response as my partner leans forward, has his hand on Liam’s shoulders pulling him back as simultaneously he bucks his hips forwards to slide all 8 inches in balls deep. “How does that feel now all of me is buried deep in you boy?” “Ummmm….so good” coos Liam I watch both of them intently, and then my husband and I look into each other's eyes. "Fuck yea", he moans. I'm so turned on, I can feel my heart pounding and notice my tender and worn cock is stirring again demanding attention thicken with each heartbeat. I scoot on the bed, wriggle back downwards under Liam, whose hole is taking all the pleasure as Grahame’s rhythm picks up, as his shriveled penis bounces under his tummy and roll my head back to suckle on his shrunken cock. I’m sucking hard and swirling my tongue getting frustrated that I’m having so little effect so I reach up to Liam’s chest and begin tweaking and rubbing his nipples which has an immediate impact. Blood floods through his slab of meat as it grows and grows until its lodged down my throat cutting off air supply. I panic, feel faint as his cock is pushed yet further into me with each thrusting motion from behind. Tears, mucus and snot flow as I eventually wiggle free, chest heaving, gasping for air, panting hard as I recover, enough of that I manoeuvre further down the bed to watch mesmerised as Grahame’s big dick pistons in and out coupled to a heady mix of sweaty sex, cum and ass juices l could stay here forever. I’m brought back to reality as velvety lips engulf my cock. "Ahhhhhhh.... careful….ahhhh... so tender" I moan as he works my cock. To take my mind off the soreness l tug and squeeze on my fellah’s big cum laden shaved balls as he lets out a long moan making me smile as I watch them grow and turn red in my hands eliciting a further moan letting me know he’s in heaven receiving all this attention. I know I am as Liam deep throats my hard on but no matter how hard he tries my balls are drained dry and I am not going to cum anytime soon. I am happy just wanting to watch my man fucking Liam getting bred over and over taking part in his conversion although as I watch I am beginning to feel jealous. My hole is desperate for attention right now, and I’m so hungry to bottom again I don’t care if it’s from a cock or a tongue especially as I hear Grahame hunch over Liam and say, “I’m getting close” “Stop!” I say and waste no time climbing from under Liam to squatting down presenting my hole right in front of Liam’s face. I feel his hands and then his face gets knocked in to my butt as Grahame’s dick serves him well and forces into Liam’s open hole again and I groan loudly as his tongue slides up to my asshole but I’m aching to be fucked and bred by Liam’s big cock. Next I feel wet fingers rubbing my asshole – it feels good. “Ahhhhhhh… yeah, time for a daisy chain” I moan “Fuck yea babe” I hear from behind “That’s what you need… some thick dick?” I nod vigorously pushing back on Liam’s fingers as the two disengage and pull me to the end of the bed, I step off, bend over, head down, ass up dying to be fucked. Liam lines up behind me and I feel his wet cock touching my hole, then pushes all 9 inches in to my well used hole, holding it for a moment as my ass stretches and contracts around his cock. From behind I hear Grahame say “you been missing my POZ cock you bugchasing slut, wanting to get knocked up, huh?" "Yeah, do it. Poz me up." Says Liam as more movement from behind forces his dick deeper in me. "I'm all the way in…does that feel good boy…more Poz cock for your Neg ass?" "Oh fuck ... oh fuck ..yeah” as I feel Liam’s body shake at the intrusion as Grahame starts riding the boy with his cock throbbing and leaking precum deep inside of him as the daisy chain fucking slowly begins. Grahame has his long toxic cock halfway into Liam leaving him room to fuck himself in to me and then back fully onto Grahame. We got a good rhythm going, with my fellah’s cock forcing what’s left of my dirty load deeper with each stroke to do it deed. Liam picked up the pace going back and forth, into the ass and onto the cock, balls slapping, heat building, his stamina impressive as he worked up a sweat fucking into me and then impaling himself on Grahame’s Poz cock. The pounding is hard and fast just as I love it, I’m in absolute ecstasy with Liam’s uncut cock drilling my hole. To keep pace, he’s holding on tight, nails digging in my flanks. The whole scene had him so fucking worked up hurtling towards sensory overload “I won’t last long. Fuck! I’m getting close,” Liam tells us. “I’m getting ready to breed your guts,” he almost screams into my ear. “Yeah do it, fill me up…cum…I need it!” I shout back like a good bottom should Further behind we hear, “Are you ready for my poz cum in your ass? I’m gonna fill your fucked-up hole up with it.” “Oh fuck yes, I can’t wait any longer…I’m gonna shoot…OH FUCK I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” Liam bellows, shoving all the way in me and shooting his cum, spraying my needy guts in an explosive climax. Surely his sphincter was contracting tight around Grahame’s thrusting dick alternating between squeezing and milking the deadly load out “You want this load?” “Yes … yes … fuck yeah… I want it” Getting off on the verbals Grahame says “What do you want?” as he rams in hard doing as much damage as possible, “Beg for IT” “Fuck … fuck ... I want it, I want your load, I want your POZ load”. I could tell Grahame was close now, past the point of no return. He plunges his cock hard “here it comes, boy... You're getting my cum!" Lucky Liam, I know he will be feeling Grahame’s thick vein on the underside of his cock expand and flex as it propels the explosion of infected cum in his guts. I know he’s doing his best to make sure that his life altering DNA finds its way into Liam’s bloodstream where it will take hold – another HIV+ bareback bottom is born. We disentangle and see where Grahame pulled that a dollop of my deadly dark pink sperm hangs from the gaping opening of the hole, “Hot” we simultaneously whisper. Panting and dripping in sweat Liam is quickly down from his climactic high by asking, “Can I do the honors of cleaning your cocks?” Fuck, what a pig we have created here!

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.

She shudders and tells me to slurp out every drop, and then we rise and depart the booth. Walking past more booths, all empty, around a corner to the right and a little more light is filtering through from the bathrooms beyond. A door enters into the showers, and we continue around to our right into the urinals and stalls. I show her the stalls, which have locking doors, and I show her the enema taps designed to employ a length of hose (brought by the customer). She nods thoughtfully. 'You should install something like this at my apt for us'. I hadn't really considered it, but it was certainly doable... We exit the stall, to find a man kneeling between the urinals. He sees us, and opens his mouth wide. Alex looks at me, and grins. 'Fun!' She steps forward, remaining a yard from the waiting urinal-boy, and unzips her jock. The penis springs forth, and she aims it and begins to spray her piss at him through the peehole in the prosthetic! The slut-toilet strains to catch as much as possible, as the flow slows to a trickle and stops. He scoops droplets off his chest and into his mouth and thanks her. Unwilling to be upstaged, I walk to him and place my tip in his mouth and begin to give him a drink from the taps. Alex comes beside me, then drops down beside him, and steals my cock away to her mouth for a second. I hear her gulping, then she returns it to the man. I sigh as I finish, all but a few droplets are in the belly of the two slutty 'boys' in front of me. I pull Alex up. 'Come on, young man, we still have more of the tour!' We stride out into the hallway. The piss bottom awaits more piss. If we continue down this hall to our right, we will end up in front of our own room again, so I show Alex this, printing in her mind how to find our room in the dim maze of the basement. Later on she will surely be stumbling around, partied up, and easily lost, so it's important. 'I need to go in the room' 'Sure thing' I unlock the door, and we enter. She rummages through the bag, finds a euro style swimsuit, and a set of neoprene chest harness. She quickly changes into them, and grins at me. 'See? I can pass in the hot tub!' It's true, too. I grope her 'package' which even feels real. Quite the piece of engineering. I check my phone, we have an hour before the other tops arrive. This is the slowest time of day for the baths, and it's when I like to arrive because I am almost certain to get a decent room without having to wait. There are only a few guys wandering around, most of the afternoon bi married daddies from the suburbs have left, and the downtown crowd will start arriving around 10pm, with a big swell at closing time when the bars let out. We wander the basement halls, I show her the glory hole stalls that are out in this better lit area. I show her the one Silver likes to put me in, ass against the hole, for random use. She grins at that. Someone is just going in to the other sling room, an older leatherman, we stop and chat, and Alex tells him about how her 'Daddy lost a bet to me, and tonight he has to take ten loads in the sling in front of me, before he can put my pretty neg ass in it where I belong!', She puts her hand on the mans crotch, 'Maybe you want to come help him pay his debt? Or maybe enjoy me after?' she gives that husky boy-laugh, 'Or maybe both? it feels like you have a lot to go around!' The man, who is a rather handsome bearded fellow in his 50s or more, gathers her into his arms and kisses her deeply. She moans into his mouth, and when he breaks away she says huskily 'Two Daddies at once is a favourite of mine, mister...' 'Well, it's sure a nice offer, but you should know I'm Hiv+...' The man trails off. 'That's okay mister, as long as you're undetectable?' My sweetie is doing a perfect imitation of the kind of cumdump that is surprised to be pozzed after a few dozen nights in the sling playing with 'undetectable guys' and slamming tina. I can actually see this Leatherman's cock straining against his black leather jeans. 'Well in that case', the man smiles broadly, 'I will come visit later, and maybe bring some friends' 'Oh, goody mister!' playing up the jailbait role play fantasy to a T. He slaps her on her perfect round ass, which never looked boyish to me before, but is quite convincing now. She gasps, presents her ass for another, and another. He roughly turns her and presents her ass for me, and I take a few hard swats and spin her again. After a dozen hard ones, her legs give way and she slumps against him. 'Thank you mister, that made me cum a little!' He laughs at her 'Little slut boy, aren't you?' 'Yes mister, I can't help it!' He swats her gently, and we are on our way. She holds my arm for support for a few steps. 'I like that one, Daddy!' The basement has stairs at both ends, and by the one further from our rooms, there are computers available for customer use. I show her, but of course we have our laptops and wifi in the rooms, so it isn't a factor. I walk her up the stairs. Upstairs is the lobby, and there are vending machines with a selection of sex toys and better than usual food and non alcoholic drinks, there is also an actual gym with legitimate weights and equipment. As usual, there is a muscle boy in there working out and posing. It's the tall black man we first met, and we have a seat and watch the show. He is impressively built, and obviously enjoys the attention. Alex plays it up by rubbing her bulge, and I smack her head and loudly say : 'Remember, boy! you don't get to touch yourself, or to get touched, until later' 'Oh daddy, he's so sexy!' Alex pouts convincingly. 'Tough. The only things that get touched are your holes, you know the rules!' I grin at her, enjoying the fact that, in order to keep her cover, all her pleasure, for most of the night will have to come from hard cocks bumping her spot during anal. The very idea makes me harden. The guy has heard this exchange, and walks over. Sweat beads his skin, but he smells fresh and clean. His cock is long and thick, dangling down his leg, still soft. 'Mind if I use your boy's mouth a bit, sir?' He asks me, as the obvious Daddy. I wave assent, and he steps forward to where Alex is sitting beside me on the bench. She leans forward as he grasps her short hair around the nape, and pulls her onto his cock. I watch as she begins to use her skills on him. He hardens quickly, and rather than face fucking, he lets her control pace and depth. With a deep breath, he steps back. 'Man, that's impressive boy! And, this is no insult and quite far from it, did you know you suck cock more like a girl?' Alex takes it in stride 'I know, mister. The man who taught me was bi, and he taught me the way girls do it because he likes it better. But I can suck like a boy too!' She leans forward, lifts her chin for a straight throat angle 'Try it and see!' The man steps forward, and grabs her head. Steering it as he wishes, he begins a thorough facefucking. Soon enough tears are streaming down Alex's face, and snot is bubbling from her nose. She looks so beautiful that way. I clear my throat, 'You are more than welcome to fill her face with cum, but I know she's hoping you will join us later in the sling room...' 'Yeah, me too, but I can usually go a few times.' His moves become even more forceful, and then he stops, balls deep and indifferent to her strangled struggles as his load pulses into her throat. She won't have tasted a drop of it. He lets her go, and she collapses against me, moaning. He laughs, and picks up his dumbbells, returning to his workout as his cock slowly softens and Alex slowly recovers.

hot fucking story so far. please keep it up. i have enjoyed a lot of ritualized fucking and I recently had a couple loads of CRF19 laden cum driven into me by a beautiful caramel cuban cock. really great to see to of my fag fetishes rolled into on hot story. Hope your character enjoys getting flooded with CRF19 cum as much as I did.

The last load i took was a bbrt hookup and he came twice. Earlier this evening I was doing homework, PolySci to be exact and mu bf looked up from his iphone and asked "Do you wanna have a three way?". Between studying our US Congress and my firm belief that nothing ever happens in the moment online I quickly answered "sure" thinking it hypothetical or at best he was setting something up for this weekend. Since our relationship "opening" (I'l get to my opening in a minute...) two months ago we've only had one mutual outside experience. It took place in the backroom of a seedy New Orleans leather bar and it was fucking hot. Really hot. It was the first time we had ever seen each other in that environment and most definitely our first seeing each other get fucked multiple times, once by the same cute guy. So the eventuality of a more intimate situation was inevitable. We had even discussed it. But tonight when I agreed and said yes, and again nothing ever happens for me in the moment online, I certainly didn't think he meant it for tonight. Well, what he meant was in thirty minutes! So off we go. On the drive, I realize that this is a guy I almost hooked up with a week prior and a guy by bf had already hooked up with two weeks prior. New Orleans is a very small village. Side note, never wear lace up Dr. Martens to a hookup. It wastes way to much time getting them off. We arrive and things begin immediately, and once I got my boots off I joined in. We start fucking around, and everybody is sucking and groping something. I had no expectations about who was gonna do what to whom but my bf did. He already had a plan. He wanted to watch me get fucked and take this guy's load. One minute I'm sucking this beautiful man's beautiful cock and the next thing I know this beautiful man is tongue fucking my ass. And he knows what he is doing. I didn't see my bf urge the guy's tongue toward my hole. I wasn't questioning anything in the moment. I was just enjoying getting tongue fucked..a lot. Nor did I know it when my bf began to encourage the guy to fuck me. I just knew the familiar feeling of a rock hard cock resting on the edge of my fuck hole. Just that warm feeling alone is a turn on. When I say this guy's cock was hard, it isn't enough. He could cut glass with this thing. It was harder than marble which made it seem bigger than it already was. I was already lubed up from the tongue fucking so he pushed in with ease and I could tell he was trying to be gentle. So when I pushed back in a doggy style position all the way down to his balls, he screamed "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck". I wanted and needed him to know that there was no need to be gentle with me. You can fuck me like the pig I am. And he did. Meanwhile, my bf shoved his cock, with the PA, down my throat and whispers in that familiar voice "Thats fucking hot!" I just thought he simply was enjoying what he saw. I didn't know it had all been orchestrated from the start. Meanwhile, back at my asshole, the guy found a steady pace and was giving it to me. Once in a while he would pull all the way out and before he could slam back into me I beat him to it by slamming back on his cock while clinching my ass muscles. The last time I did it I squeezed extra tight the poor guy immediately blew his wad deep inside my guts and totally lost his shit moaning a lot and loudly. If he had neighbors, they knew. He seemed like he couldn't move so I began to slowly move my hole rhythmically up and down his still rock hard cock. All the way down and all the way up. I heard my bf whisper "keep going, keep riding his cock" and thats when I felt his dick spasm four or five more times. He was unloading again. Now some people were born with a beautiful ass. I am not one of those. On the outside it is not shaped like a bubble nor is it even a juicy booty, its actually flat as fuck...but I've been told that for what I lack on the outside I make up for it on the inside as the inside of my ass feels like warm velvet. That has not been my experience, I'm just repeating what I was told. I pull his dick all the way out and I felt the cum drip everywhere. He seemed kinda stunned and I know that feeling so my bf and I said our good byes, got dressed and left. The ride home is when I found out my bf had engineered my pounding just to see me take a load and to see the look on the guys face as he came. He got what he wanted. I got what I needed and I think its safe to say the guy got more than what he expected. In the end my bf loaded me up twice with someone else's wad. It doesn't really get hotter than that.

Can't wait to see this new pig react to a nice big bump with all that smoke too. He is going to be fun to breed and enjoy what is in store for him.

I've never used them personally but know a lot of people who have and supposedly they're just as accurate as the oraquick testing. I don't use them bc I don't want to have to pay for something I can get done for free at health dept or through gay/HIV organizations. I wish you could order them online for free like you can in the UK but I'm in the U.S. and we're fucked enough as it is.

been bred by homeless guys, guys in wheelchairs, guys in their 70s and 80s and obese smelly guys and find the feeling incredible! The nastier the top the more used i feel. i think its better than just being an anon slut on all fours or bent over something just taking loads from guys you never see.

The way I look at it they may get rejected a lot so they are going to appreciate your hole. Just think about their cock and cum in you and relax and enjoy the fuck. I became a real whore when I changed my attitude about looks. Please your self and take all cocks!

I have taken a few now and love it! No messing around, they know what I want, and take what they want Some of my hottest times are standing at slurp ramps or in booths, sucking cock, and I leave the door behind me open, with my bare ass exposed! More often than not, someone comes in and plays with my ass, then slides in and uses me! I dont even turn around, just keep sucking, and enjoying! Once got fucked by a huge BBC! Bare of course, and he absolutely creamed me!

Chapter V I had to open my mouth very wide to get the head of Steve's cock in my mouth. I could taste his precum and it was a lot of it. I couldn't believe someone had that much and I slowly sucked on his head. His hand on the back of my head didn't push me down but just gently held me there. He was whispering to me and telling me how good that felt. I had no idea what to do really but just kind of sucked and licked his cock head. I was thinking, what the hell am I doing and why and I had no idea but could not seem to stop myself? There was little taste but what there was wasn't too bad and I kind of was getting turned on as he moaned softly. I kept it up for a bit and it must have been a good 5 minutes or more and then I felt his hand on the back of my head gently pushing down and I tried to open my mouth even further to take his huge pole in me. Soon I felt it hit into my throat and I started to gag and he let up on my head and eased out just a bit until I could breathe better and then back in gently. He kept it up and eventually I could tell he was going down into my throat a ways, still not all of his 12" but I would guess that I was taking a good 9" or maybe a little more in. He then started to help me as he started to raise up off of the bed and fucking my mouth. I could hardly believe that he was still producing so much precum but I was beginning to love the taste and his cock in my mouth felt wonderful. As I was sucking him I felt his hands start to pull me around on the bed till he could reach my cock. As he took ahold of me it dawned on me that I was hard as a rock again. Usually took me a lot longer to get up after cumming like I had when he had sucked me. He started to stroke my cock nice and easy and slow as I continued to suck him. He then pushed on me some and the next thing I knew I was on my side and then on my back and his cock was still in my mouth. Steve then all at once pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to wait a minute as he wanted to get something out of his pack. He grabbed it real quick, opened it and reached in and it looked like he got a tube of something out of it. He turned back and was already squeezing some of it onto his cock and told me I was going to love this. I asked what that was and he told me it was flavored lube. I had heard of that but never tried any and as he got it rubbed all over his cock he climbed on top of me and leaned over to put some on my cock also. As he did that I for once was not looking at his cock and he was sitting on his ass so I was looking at his back and noticed he had a tramp stamp tat, but only got a glimpse of it as he again raised up and lowered his cock towards my mouth. The tat had seemed to be some sort of almost circular figure but kind of openings around it too, just too quick for me to see it good. As his cock came down I opened my mouth and guided it in myself this time and started to suck him again. He was right, too, as the flavor turned out to be one of my favorite things, Strawberry. I really went to town sucking then and felt his mouth envelope my cock too. I was almost in heaven with the feelings and the flavors and I thought this is great, crazy but great. As we were both sucking, every once in a while he would stop and lift up and reach down and rub a little more of the lube on his cock for me and then would dribble it on my cock and I could feel it running down my cock and balls and into the crac of my ass. About the fourth time he did that I felt his hands on my ass and they were massaging my cheeks again and then one hand ran up and down the crack and around in a circle of my hole again. The tickle about drove me wild again. All at once he went deep on my cock with his mouth and as he did I felt a finger push against my hole and with all the lube it started to enter and I lifted right up off of the bed and was moaning around his cock at the pleasure. I then felt his finger come back out and he grabbed my legs with both hands and raised them way up as far as he could and then I felt his mouth come off of my cock and his tongue licked down the underside of it and then he was licking and sucking my balls for a little bit. Steve then went down lower and all at once I felt his tongue licking around my hole and again the feeling made me lift right off of the bed. He kept licking around my hole for a bit and then I felt him dribble more lube on my hole and his tongue was on my hole and pushing to get in. I about went crazy from it and lifted my ass trying to get more and more and I could feel his tongue enter a little bit. He kept that up for a while driving me wilder and wilder and then I felt his hand again come there also. As he kept licking my hole I felt his finger there again and this time it slipped right in. He kept licking and then I felt more lube being applied and his finger going in slow circles as he seemed to be trying to make my hole open more or something. Pretty soon if felt like another finger was in me too and the feelings were getting more and more intense. I was loving this and wanted to keep on going. His cock was magnificent in my mouth and I sucked him as good as I could. Soon it felt like he had more than two fingers in me and he was hitting something in my hole again that was driving me even more wild than before and then he quit licking me and looked over his shoulder at me and asked how I liked that, I stopped sucking him long enough to mumble around his cock that it felt great and he told me he now had all 4 of his fingers in my hole and my eyes had to pop out of my head almost when he said that. I didn't know a hole could open that far before and let his cock out of my mouth long enough to tell him that. He kind of laughed and said it could take more than that. WIthout taking his fingers out he then turned around on the bed and was between my legs then facing me and started to suck me more as he pushed my legs even higher up raising my ass off of the bed completely and I craned my neck to see . He was looking me right in the eyes and smiling around my cock in his mouth. He then let loose and keeping his fingers in my hole and turning and twisting them and driving them in and out too and sometimes I could feel his fingernails scrape some but it was so much pleasure they didn't matter. Steve then leaned more and started to kiss my cock and then up across my stomach and then to my chest, licking and sucking and kissing. As he got to my chest he detoured a little and sucked on a nipple and then across to the other one, never taking his eyes off of mine while doing it. Up he came until his head was right above mine and he was smiling and looking me right in the eyes and I felt his huge cock against my ass and next to his fingers still in my hole. He then asked me if I wanted the best thing yet or not. I could not think of a thing better than what I was feeling right then and I told him I was ready if he could do something that was better but couldn't think of anything better. He really grinned then and all at once he pulled his fingers out of my ass and I felt the huge head of his cock push in. I almost jumped out of my skin. I asked him what the hell are you doing and he told me he was doing just what he had said and I should take it and enjoy. I was pretty much upside down almost and pinned down and could really not do much anyway. I was wondering again what the hell am I doing? He held still for a bit letting my hole get used to the head of his cock in me and then started to push forward and I could feel his cock entering me little by little. I told him it was hurting some and he said that it would go away soon. He kept up the pressure and then lifted his body up some and I looked down to see that at least 3/4ths of his cock was in me now. I was shocked and had no idea I could take that much in me. His cock was so big I could feel it entering and it was hitting that spot continually now that his fingers had been hitting and the pleasure was starting to kick in again. I was squirming now and he told me he knew I would love that and started to pull back and then in again slow and easy rubbing my spot in and out and my own cock was tingling and nobody touching it. He kept up the slow rhythm for a while and then started to get a little faster and harder and soon he raised up again and as I looked down there I could see as well as feel his entire 12" of cock were entering me and I could feel his balls slap my ass on the instroke. He had been right, the pleasure was now far more than it had been before. I was now moaning and almost begging for more. As he quickened his pace some more he began to talk to me. He was telling me how great my nolonger virgin ass felt. It gripped him tight and he love the feeling and it was making him want to pound my hole faster and harder. He was also saying things I had no idea of like, going to seed your hole, going to mix our DNA, going to pour my babie in you and they will grow more in you, you are joining the club now, going to poz that hole good. I had no idea what he was talking about but it felt so good I didn't want to ever stop. He pounded my hole and got faster and harder and I don't know how but seemed to get deeper too. It felt better than anything I had ever felt before and I hoped it would go on forever. After what had to be a good half hour he really got to pounding my hole even harder and looked me in the eye again and asked me if I was ready for his cum in me as he was ready to cum and he told me when he did I would love it too. I told him to fill me up if it feels so good. He then rammed me and almost doubled me up with about a dozen more really hard thrusts and then groaned and told me here it is, take my poz cum. His cock was so big and buried so deep in my hole I felt every vibration of it and then felt the heat of his cum as it entered me and he kept cumming and cumming and grinding into me. After what seemed like several minutes he finally quit cumming and collapsed on me. His cock seemed to stay up quite a bit and then I noticed that my own cock had cum also and I hadn't touched it and his orgasm had pretty much overcome mine so I just now felt how good my own cock felt too. Steve's cock finally went down enough to fall out of my hole and he held me tight and kissed my neck and kind of rolled off of me. He was whispering to me how good that had been and hoped his seed took. Had no idea what he was talking about but I was too wrapped up in the afterglow of great sex to think about it. He kind of rolled onto his stomach then and laid there with his head turned to me looking at me and smiling. I returned the look and smile also. I then told him I had to get up and go pee. He just told me to hurry back. I went to the bathroom and as I started to pee, I could feel something running down my legs. I reached between my legs and got some of it on my fingers and then looked to see it. It appeared to be his cum running out of my ass, and a lot of it, and then I looked closer as there was definitely streaks of red in it. I thought to myself what the hell did his huge cock tear me open somehow. I got done and went back to him and asked him to take a look at my ass. He asked what was wrong and I told him it looked like some blood leaking out of my hole. He looked and said it looked like blood to him but not to worry. I asked why and he said he probably scratched me with his fingernails but that was what he had wanted to do. I asked what the hell for and he told me it made it better for his babies to get into my system. I told him I didn't understand that at all and then he said to look at his back. I then got a good look at his tat and noticed it did look like something I had seen before but couldn't place it. I told him it was a nice tat but so what. He then told me that was a biohazard tat and he was positive. I then told him oh ok now I remember and I am positive that is what it is too. He laughed and told me he knew what it was, but what he meant was that he is positive, HIV positive. My mouth dropped open and had to have hit the floor. I stammered, what the hell have you done to me? He then told me he has scratched me inside on purpose and had fucked me as hard as he could to make sure of more possible tears inside of me so the virus would be sure to get into my blood fast. I could only sit and stare and wonder again, what the hell was I doing? Just a few short hours ago I had been totally straight, married and never fooled around and then had picked up a hitchhiker and now had had gay sex with him and then found out he was hiv positive and he had cut me up inside my ass and it was most likely in my blood already. It dawned on me that he was talking again and telling me how hot I had been and didn't I love the feelings? Wasn't it the best sex I had ever had? As he was talking I also noticed he was stroking his huge cock and it was almost all the way up again. I found I could not take my eyes off of it as it grew to its full length and hardness again. I could only think omg it is magnificent and reached for it again. Before the night was done he had fucked me three more times and had cum in me 4 times more and I had loved every minute of it. I was to be there for two weeks of work and invited him to stay the whole time before taking off to hitchhike again.

Ivan started to finger my mancunt, shifting his fingers inside while the three of us continued kissing. I looked at him intensely, thankful of his attention. I FUCKING LOVE KISSING a masculine man while he shoves his fingers up my sloppy hole! Roberto leaned in closer and darted his tongue between Ivan and me, squeezing my left nipple at the same time. YEAH! He twisted it gently, then rough, then back to a barely-a-pinch sensation. I was moaning in appreciation. Ivan violently jabbed at my hole, rubbing my prostate. His rough, thick fingers moved quickly inside me, side to side, flicking my nut as if it were a light switch. "AWWWW FUCKKKKK!!!" My ass vibrated from the intensity as my thighs and knees shook. I was having a raging anal orgasm from all of Ivan’s rough mancunt play. I pulled away from both of their faces, my head cocked back, moaning. I was shaking uncontrollably. It would last a few seconds, then stop, then start again, like I was having convulsions. Ivan wouldn't cease and kept fingering me intensified and prolonged my anal orgasms. "Wow," Ivan said, as he looked at my limp Tina dick which was leaking cum. Roberto stopped squeezing my nipple and massaged my soft cock, rubbing my cum on my shaft. Then he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his palm and fingers. "Você tem um gosto tão bom," Roberto said softly, almost whispering. I didn't know WTF he was saying but it sounded beautiful. I leaned in and kissed him gently, sucking on his tongue, tasting my own cum that was now mixed with theirs from earlier. Ivan continued to rough-handle my mancunt. The intensity of the sensation inside my sloppy hole and kissing overwhelmed me. All that probing was too much. I was still shaking. I pulled away from both of them, collapsing in a sitting position on the back of my calves and ankles. I grabbed Ivan's hand in between my legs and pulled it away abruptly. "Stop for a minute," I pleaded, trying to catch my breath. "All that movement in my hole is making me need to take a piss!" Ivan looked at me and grinned. "Yeah me too," he added. He leaned back as did Roberto who re-arranged the pillows behind his back. I caught my breath for another minute then I slowly got off the bed. I stood up and stretched, raising my arms to the dark shadows resting just under the ceiling, stretching my back, my legs, my hole. I took another breath, slower this time, as my heart beat rapidly. Flying. I grabbed a drink and swallowed it quickly then offered it to Ivan who took a big gulp. We exchanged more of the drink as I could hear my heart beat, almost in rhythm to the bass still surrounding us. Boom…boom…boom. Roberto placed the camcorder beside him, leaned over and grabbed another drink and swallowed. He found the remote control and pressed some buttons as the flatscreen came alive, the image of my sling in the dark corner disappearing in a flash, now replaced with a stranger's thick, muscular legs spread wide across the TV horizontal frame as a massive toy fucked the guy's huge hole. Roberto leaned over again and found the glass pipe and started refilling it with new shards of crystal. "I'll be right back," I announced as Ivan followed me as we walked into the bathroom. Roberto jerked on his long snake mesmerized by the action on the flatscreen, oblivious to us. I walked into the bathroom and stood over the toilet. Ivan followed and stepped next to me on my right. I aimed my limp dick that I was massaging over the bowl but could barely get any piss out of me. WHOA! I sure was flying! I knew I needed a piss, but my bladder was tight from all the parTying and wouldn’t cooperate. Ivan leaned over and started fingering me, not so rough now, just fucking his big finger in and out of my still-HUNGRY mancunt. That fucking felt great as a trickle of piss started to flow and hit the surface of the toilet water, causing ripples. The water was clear for a moment, then a stain of dark yellow piss saturated the liquid, quickly creating a thin golden patina layer that covered the surface of the water. Whenever I parTy the Tina goes through my system quickly and comes out in my piss. Some guys process it slower. It is the opposite effect on me. “Oh man,” I moaned, leaning into Ivan, “I really needed to go!” Ivan and I could smell the stench of my piss; it was a strong and metallic scent, lifting over the toilet bowl up our nostrils like an invisible, dangerous gas. I took a deep breath and savored the nasty aroma. Ivan continued to finger me, gazed at my slow trickle of chempiss, then at my eyes, grinning, a corner of his mouth lifting up a bit, like a wild animal looking at its prey. “That feels so fuckin’ good,” I whispered. The sound of my piss hitting the water made Ivan’s cock start to leak as a stream flowed from his thick massive tool, now a bit flaccid, but still impressive in its size. I stared at his stream, dark just like mine. So Ivan processed his Tina just as quickly as I did. The dark urine flowed heavily and made a thunderous sound as it hit the surface of the water, now getting darker and darker. The sound echoed in the toilet bowl like another layer of the deep bass behind us, seeping in from the other room. I grabbed his thick Russian tool, squeezed it hard to block the urine flow. He smirked harder at me, a menacing gaze on his face. But he was not displeased with me; he was enjoying my tight hold on his cock. I squeezed harder, the flow now completely blocked up. He fingered me rougher in return. “Oh yeah, please don’t stop.” We both groaned at the same time, our faces inching closer and closer, until Ivan opened his mouth and bit mine, hard on my lower lip, but not too hard to draw blood, just enough pressure to cause a momentary uncomfortable, yet welcome sensation. He let go quickly and licked his moist, rough, thick tongue over where he bit me, slid it back and forth, coating it with a glob of his thick saliva, like a healing brush applying medication. Then bit me hard again. I moaned some more, my eyes wide open – FLYING – staring at him intently, almost angry at his violent style of love-making, but silently thanking him for being just-the-right-amount of rough that he could sense how much I could tolerate at exactly the right time. Our tongues met and darted back and forth in rapid succession, saliva dripping out of my mouth, uncontrollably. Thick streams of my saliva dragged from the left corner on my mouth and slowly descended onto the toilet bowl, the string of spit, thinning and thinning as it dripped, until it was barely a hair-strand, connecting our mouths to the chempiss surface patina on the toilet water. I pulled away from Ivan, stared at the surface of the water, getting darker and darker as our chempiss mixed together. Ivan looked at me. He was clearly flying with me. I squeezed his massive tool again, shook my head back and forth, enjoying how his heavy cock felt against my small hand, loving the fact that I was with this incredible specimen of a MAN. “FUCK YEAH!!!” I exclaimed, like an actor from a bad porno. I grabbed his tool and pulled as I stepped to the side and over to the bathtub. His cock started to get a little harder as he followed me. I held tight to his cock, squeezing harder, firm and strong, to hold whatever urine was building inside for release. He looked at me with that mean gaze that only read as rough endearment, painted all over his face with sweat. I slowly descended onto the bathtub surface, kneeling carefully inside the edge, still holding tight on his massive cock. I looked up at him, hungry, flying, thirsty. “Yeah,” I moaned, “let if flow.” I released my firm hold and softly caressed his cock with my hand, just barely gliding it around the shaft. I leaned closer and opened my mouth and teased his urethra with the tip of my tongue. A dark bead of chempiss leaked out. It was barely a trickle. It was bitter, almost distasteful, but in a sick, pleasant way. My tongue flicked up and down at the edge of his cock head, my saliva coating it so it glistened. Another dark bead of chempiss came out and I caught it with my tongue, the metallic bitterness again overpowering me. I opened my mouth more and swallowed his cock head, my tongue now circling around the perimeter of the huge head, coaching it for more. Another drop escaped. I swallowed it greedily. My tongue continued in a slow, circular motion as I now started to add suction to his cock head, massaging it just so he could relax and let go. A slow stream started to drain from his urethra into my mouth. And then the stream continued in a heavier volume, like the bass filling the bathroom. I swirled the chempiss inside my mouth, letting it build until my cheeks ballooned. Ivan looked down at me as I intensely stared at his demonic eyes, silently begging for more. “YOU SUCH FUCKIN’ NASTY MANCUNT!” He yelled at me, now grabbing the back of my neck with both hands. “OH FUCKKKKKK!!!!!” He continued to scream. The chempiss was now flowing loose as I savored the rank taste. It was too much to hold in so I started to swallow as some of that magical liquid leaked out of the corners of my mouth. I gulped and swallowed hard, trying to catch it all, hating the taste but loving its poison at the same time. He was pissing so hard now-the pressure from my earlier teasing released-that it was too much to contain. Streams of dark, nasty piss streaked out of the corners of my mouth. Ivan let go of his tight hold on the back of my neck and with both hands tried to capture his chempiss leaking out. His hands were wet, coated with the nasty chempiss liquid. He quickly started rubbing my face, washing my sweat that had been building, painting my skin with his crystal-piss cocktail. My face tingled, not from the Tina-laced urine, but from excitement. He rubbed my buzzed hair, coating it with more of his dirty piss, like he was bathing me. I swallowed as much of of his flow as I could take. “YOU NASTY, NASTY MANCUNTTTT!!!” He yelled again, his accent echoing against the sweating tiles of the small bathroom. “Oh fuck!” Roberto exclaimed, entering the bathroom, staring at the action, walking in on us, wondering what all the commotion was. He held the glass pipe with one hand, a torch on the other hand. He stepped forward and stood beside Ivan. I looked up at him with a new greed in my eyes. He stared back at me, silently understanding. Roberto placed the pipe carefully on his lips and lit it up with the torch. Ivan looked over at him as he pulled on my slick, chempiss soaked hair. Roberto cooked the crystal until the shards had melted and then carefully heated the bowl from a distance until the smoke formed. Then he took a deep breath, leaned over to Ivan and shotgunned it to him. Ivan swallowed it with force, kept that smoke in his lungs for almost a minute, then released, the clouds mixing with the condensation on the tiles of the ceiling. I could have sworn I heard beads of the humidity dropping to the tile floor in rhythm to the bass that seemed to get louder around us. FLYING. Ivan nodded back to Roberto in appreciation, then grabbed the pipe and torch from him. Ivan repeated the process, cooking the Tina slowly and then when the smoke had formed, breathed deep and hard. Roberto leaned in, kissed him gently as I continued to milk Ivan’s massive tool, now almost completely drained. Trickles of his chempiss fell around me, miniature splashes erupting at my knees on the base of the tub. Roberto took a deep breath, pulling that poisonous smoke out of Ivan and holding it in himself as he pulled away from Ivan’s lips. Roberto stared down at me, his right hand now aiming that snake, still long and semi-hard. He let go of the smoke and at the same time, released his piss, which quickly showered my face. I pulled away from Ivan’s tool which fell out of my mouth like a massive weight, dangling near my face, and repositioned myself slightly to my left to catch Roberto’s stream. I cocked my head back, my mouth a gape, getting as much of that Brazilian chempiss as I could. It was a heavy stream and I let it build inside my mouth, my neck still cocked back at an angle, so that the piss built a pool in my mouth, like the toilet beside us, a cocktail of toxic swimming fluids. It was also too much liquid to contain as Roberto kept going and going; his flow was more powerful than Ivan’s. He pointed his snake on my face, then my chest. I felt a heavier, warmer stream on my right. Ivan was still continuing to piss on me, aiming at my right nipple. Both hot men stared at me, kneeling on the tub, soaking in their cocktail of tainted urine, closing my eyes, shaking my head like a wet dog, chempiss splattering all around us. I opened my eyes, head held back, mouth wide open as both men got the hint and aimed their dicks at my face. Ivan's stream hit me on my right eye, stinging me for a moment before he adjusted his aim lower into my mouth. Roberto was already ahead of him, filling my mouth. Their combined chempiss collected inside my mouth until I started to swallow. The flavor was different now. Bitter and sweet, like their personalities. I gulped as much as I could but was unable to keep it all in. The chempiss cocktail leaked out of the corners of my mouth, cascading down my chin, neck, smooth chest and onto my groin. I rubbed my left hand all over my soaked pubic hair and then moistened my asslips with their chempiss glistening on my fingertips. And then after some time (I wasn’t quite sure how long...two minutes…five…or was it ten?), the stream from both men slowly stopped to barely a trickle. I swallowed as much as I could, while fingering my manhole. More minutes passed as I sucked slowly on each cock in front of me, now gradually getting hard again. I could feel this inner buzz slowly building inside me, my heart beating faster and faster, like the bass that had been creeping in from the bedroom, following us like a shadow. Ivan lit up the glass cock again and sucked on it hard after a moment. Roberto helped me up from the tub, holding onto my arms so I would not slip. I stepped over the edge and stood straight, their piss coating my body, dripping around me, soaking the small rug under our feet, drawing soaked footstep silhouettes on the terry cloth material. I then leaned into Roberto’s chest, resting my head for a minute as I was SPINNING. Roberto inserted a long finger inside my hole which seemed looser, more open, sloppy, hungry. Ivan leaned into me and kissed me, his fat, rough tongue invading my mouth. I opened my eyes, a little dizzy, then kissed him back until he motioned silently to stop as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke into my mouth. I sucked on that nasty air greedily and held it in as long as I could, then pulled away from Ivan, then kissed Roberto who took it in. He held it in and after a few moments, released the smoke as his finger gently massaged my manpussy. "Abrigado," I whispered, like a good student. “Let’s get that mancunt bigger and BIGGER!” Ivan announced. He pulled on my right arm carefully, supporting me, as both men helped me into the bedroom. Behind us, we left a metallic air of sex in the bathroom, a nasty stench hanging over the room. “Go over there,” Ivan commanded pointing to the sling. I looked at Roberto who silently demanded the same. The odor from the bathroom now followed us, clinging on both men, emanating from me, filling the room. The chempiss aroma reeked with our sweat and our selfish desires, coating the still, warm air in the dark bedroom, like an unseen mist. The bass ran around our feet, building and building. Boom…boom…boom. On the flatscreen, some top was fisting two hungry bottoms who were kneeling on their fours, their muscular asses coated with Crisco as the top fisted them in rhythm. I carefully climbed into the sling as Ivan helped me. I tried to hook my leg on the straps but was unsuccessful, flying as the chempiss and shotgun hits were rapidly building inside of me. I looked at both of them appreciatively as they each grabbed one of my legs and feet, assisting me, getting them into the straps. My sling has extra chains running parallel to my body on the left and right, near the top of the metal frame. The leg straps were chained a little further back than usual on these side chains so the result was my legs in the straps were now pulled wider and further back, my ass spread obscenely open. "Look at that manpussy!" Roberto exclaimed. I could feel my hole pulsing from hunger. I was sweating as if the room was boiling. Ivan walked over to the bed, found the poppers and handed It to me. He then walked over to the side table and fidgeted with the contact lens container that had my ground dust of Tina. He licked his finger and dipped it in the crystal dust as he motioned for Roberto to come over who followed Ivan's directions, stood beside him and repeated what he was doing. Both men were now HARD again and their cockheads had a generous coating of the Tina dust. They walked back over to me on the sling in between my legs. "You first," Ivan directed. Roberto nodded and positioned himself before my spread legs and my waiting ass. The chempiss cocktail from earlier had been building quickly so I was already flying. But these men were now planning to take that further. Roberto fingered my moist hole. It was soft, open and inviting. He stared at my eyes, then at my hungry manpussy. And then he carefully positioned his dick at the entrance and pushed in quick and DEEP. Once inside, he kept the snake still and unmoving, deep in my tunnel. "How you feeling?" He nodded, checking in on me. "I'm good," I replied, smiling. We stayed like that for a minute or more as the bass mixed with the sound of the chains rattling. "Oh yeah." I moaned as I sensed that inner heat from the booty bump administered by his snake creeping in suddenly. The fire was spreading. "Fuck, that feels good," I moaned. Ivan pulled on Roberto. "My turn," he announced. Roberto leaned back and slowly pulled out of my hole. It felt disappointingly empty. But only for a moment. Ivan positioned his big body in between my legs, pointed that massive tool and violently thrust his cock in one violent motion deep into my mancunt. The chains shrieked over the deep bass as my body suddenly swung backwards from the force of his entry. And then Ivan pulled back slowly now, almost all the way out but not quite. And then he stayed still, his cock head pulsing inside me. WHOA!!! Whatever burn I was feeling earlier with Roberto was now doubling in intensity! The building heat of the combined booty bumps from both men was having a rapid effect in my hole. The heat was intense, almost painful and searing like a fast-moving wildfire spreading from deep in my hole (that was Roberto) to the mouth of my mancunt (from Ivan). My breathing was more rapid. The inferno inside me needed to be extinguished. I slowly started rocking back and forth, the chains rattling louder and louder, as I fucked myself on Ivan's huge monster. And although his cock is quite thick, my hole was in such heat, that it was loose and OPEN. It was HUNGRY. I took a hit of the poppers. FUCK! BANG! BOOM!!! Now my hole was alive, consuming the Russian cock! I kept violently fucking myself on his dick while he just stood there, holding the base of his shaft as I fucked myself on it. The chains continued to rattle in protest. I fucked that massive tool for several minutes, adjusting my speed, my thrusts, as Ivan stood there, both hands grasping the vertical bars of the sling frame for support and allowing me to just use his tool to impale myself. "FUCKKK!!!" Ivan moaned, "Your mancunt so open and loose now. This feel better than REAL PUSSY!" From outside the window I could hear a faint siren wailing in the distance. It was blocks away but getting louder and louder as it approached, block by block. I closed my eyes, allowing the darkness to take me, concentrating on the sound of the increasingly louder sirens mixed with the deep bass and rattling chains in the room. I tossed my head slowly side to side as my inner inferno smoldered deep inside my tunnel, spreading rapidly from between my legs, up my abdomen, my chest, my heart, my veins. My heart was beating faster and faster as the high-pitch squeal of the sirens got closer and closer.

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