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This was when I was in college, couple years ago. I was bored and horny so I went on Grindr. I saw this hot white daddy. 50ish. salt and pepper. very dominant looking. no smile in the pic. perfectly my type. So I sent him a message. His profile said "bbhf" but I did not know what that meant at that time. We chatted back and forth and he asked me "U into high fun?" That's when I learned what hf meant. I said. "No, I don't do drugs." as I have never done drugs before. And then he suddenly stopped responding. 10 minutes later, I got a message from a hot 20 something blonde boy. "I am just visiting for 2 nights, wanna come over to my hotel room? *dick pics " YAS! I am not really into guys that are around my age but he was so gorgeous to pass. so I said yes. I drove down to the hotel right away. Steve, the blonde boy greeted me with smile at the lobby. We chatted for a bit and got on the elevator. "Oh I forgot to tell you something, I am visiting with my friend. He may join. Do you mind?" Steve said. "Uhm... okay. What does he looks like...?" He showed me his friend's picture, and it was the white daddy I was chatting on Grindr earlier! My heart started pounding with fear and excitement. I wanted to say no and leave, but Steve was too cute and the daddy also was super hot. I knew something bad was about to happen but I somehow wanted to stay. 'Okay let's just have fun just say no to drugs.' I thought to myself. "Sure... Did you know that I was chatting with him earlier? Am I being setup?" I said "Haha, no! I showed him your pic and he said nothing. I didn't know you two were chatting." Steve said. I didn't believe him. But I still wanted to stay. I got to their big suite. Matt, the white daddy was sitting on a sofa, smoking something out of pipe. He looked 10 times hotter than his pics. "Uhm, Hi." I said in nervousness. "I am going to take a shower. Get to know him." Steve winked at me. "Hi boy, good to see you." Matt gestured me to sit next to him. So I sat down. Awkwardly. I notice there was porn playing on the tv and Matt was gently touching my thigh. He gestured me to come kiss him, so I did. And then he started blowing his breath into my mouth. "What was that?” I resisted. I knew what it was. I probably just wanted to confirm. “Tina. You've never done it?" Matt said. He inhaled another hit before i even answered, and gestured me to come kiss him again. This time, I accepted him and inhaled the whole thing. And then I suddenly started feeling this incredible sensation, something similar to what I get when I overdose my pre-workout lol. Just 100 times more intense. I also felt super confident. I could never properly explain how it felt in words. "Wow! That feels great!" I said. "You like it?" Matt said. "How many hits am I supposed to do?" I asked. "As much as you like." Matt handed me the pipe. Showing me how to properly smoke. After 3 hits, I was flying. I was feeling incredibly horny. I started touching my self. "I am so fucking horny. Can I suck your dick please?" I "Haha. Let's take it slow boy. Give me a hit." Matt said. I smoked a big hit and gave it to him through mouth. We started kissing and moments later I was already on my knees, sucking his dick. While I was sucking him, he popped something and swallowed it. "What is that" I asked. "Viagra." "Can I have one too?" "No. you won't need it. Just keep sucking." "Uhm okay." I somehow liked how he decided that I didn’t need it. I usually don't like sucking, I prefer to be fucked. But I really enjoyed sucking his dick. Feeling his soft dick was fun. I felt like I could do this for hours. But his dick wasn't getting hard enough to fuck me, so I asked. "Am I doing okay? You're not hard." "It's normal. Just wait till Viagra kicks in. It will get hard soon." So I kept sucking, touching myself at the same time. I noticed mine wasn't getting hard either. But I felt like I was on the edge of cumming the whole time I was touching my self. Few minutes later, his dick finally started growing in my mouth. It was huge. Probably about 8 or 9 inch. That's when I felt this great warm feeling on my dick. Steve was out of shower and started sucking my dick. I was so focused on sucking Matt, didn't even see or notice steve got out of shower. Getting my Tina soft dick sucked was an eye opening experience. I have never felt something that good in my life. The more he sucked it felt better and better. I stopped sucking Matt, and just started feeling that warmness around my dick. Matt started fingering my hole as well. I was moaning like a horny cat, begging for more fingers. "I guess you really like that. Let's move to the bed." Matt said. "It's time to get your ass pounded." Steve and Matt exchanged smile. We smoked few more hits and then Matt told me to ride him as he laid down on his back. I put some spit on my ass and started riding his dick slowly. We never discussed about condom but I didn't care. That feeling of having a raw dick in your ass on Tina. I will never forget. There was no pain. It was pure joy. And then there was Steve's dick in front of my face. Both of my holes were in pure pleasure. "Omg, daddy. That feels so good." I mumbled. Steve started fucking my head real hard, and I could feel Matt was putting his finger in my ass, with his dick still in it. Again I felt no pain, each finger he added it was more pleasure. "I think he is ready." Matt said to Steve. "Yeah? Okay buddy. Are you ready to take this one too?" Steve said. I looked at him with no words, but I knew I could take both dicks in my hole. So I nodded. "Good boy" Steve started pushing his dick against my hole, as Matt removed his fingers. Surprisingly again. It didn't really hurt, there was a slight pain. But that turned into joy in few seconds. I have never done double penetration before, so I was just really shocked that I was able to take both in my ass. This was going to be the best sex ever in my life. Getting fucked by two gorgeous men at the same time. "I am going to cum." Steve soon pulled out his cock and stood in front of me. "Fuck!" He came a huge load in my mouth and I didn't waste a drop. I sucked him clean and swallowed it all. "Whoa, boy you are so fucking tight!" Steve said as he was putting his underwear on. "Hehe thanks. Are you leaving?" "Yeah, I got a meeting in the morning, I have to leave. That's why I didn't smoke. But Matt will keep you entertained." I was disappointed that he came too soon and was leaving so early. But I suddenly realized that he was lying about him visiting town with his friend(Matt). He wouldn't be leaving if they were traveling together. This was definitely a set up. But I didn't care at all. Because I was about to have this hot daddy all to myself. All night long. -to be continued

I'm in my mid-30's - which is what guys usually say when they're 37. So be it. I came of age in during the height of AIDS paranoia. I never complained because I didn't know a different time...a time when men fucked each other without worrying about condoms or disease. My biggest fear since childhood was embarrassing myself. It became what most people considered a "shyness", but really I was just being phobic about making a fool of myself. There was this bar not far from where I lived called "1861" for no other reason than that was the street address. It really had no identity which is maybe why I liked it. They played loud music but there was no dance floor. There were leather dudes but not many. Retired guys, Latin guys, black guys, weirdos and a drag queen or two made up the crowd. I usually never saw the same people twice until I started going more frequently. That's when I got to be familiar with the bartenders and the regulars. I even managed to make some small talk here and there. There was one guy I kept noticing -- he was an older mixed-race male who usually sat alone at the bar and drank boilermakers. He was bulky and had a short beard and dark, dark eyes. I thought the bartender and a few passers-by were calling him "Vermin" but that's because the music was so loud. It was actually "Venom". Oh. OK. That's not much better than Vermin. One Sunday afternoon I went to 1861 for their regular Beer Bust. You pay five bucks and drink as much beer as you want from plastic cups. It's a cheap way to get really drunk which is why I usually never went. My younger brother had accumulated three DUIs over the past few years and I knew all about the headaches that shit caused. I mostly behaved, but that particular day I decided to loosen up a little. Monday was a holiday and I felt freed to get a little wild. I even downed a shot somebody at the bar had bought for us. When I asked the barkeep who had paid for it, he motioned his pretty head toward the pool table. It was Venom. Oh. He was standing there with a pool cue in his hand, looking fairly bored with the game. I moved down to a stool closer to him and watched him lazily pay pool and sip his boilermaker. He was a pretty big guy --more than I first thought. Big gut, thick arms & legs and huge shoes. Not a looker by any means, but also not a troll. He was just interesting. After the game ended, he wandered off. I sat and had more cups of lukewarm beer and was pretty content until the bartender plopped a boiler maker in front of me. I knew it was from Venom. I looked around to see him but he was already right there behind me. He grabbed the stool, spun me around to face him and said "Hi". Venom. For whatever reason, I couldn't look at anything but his mouth and beard. There were spots of gray there. "Th-thanks for the drinks, man." "You don't move around much. Are you scared or have a handicap?" Huh? "I just came for the cheap beer." Shit. I was dangerously close to embarrassing myself. "I been coming here forever. Let me show you around", he said with a smile as he hoisted me up off the bar stool. Possibly it was my imagination, but everybody at the bar was suddenly started whispering to each other. I followed him as he headed for the far North side of the bar where there was a glass door I'd never noticed before. He swung it open and there was a whole other bar there! Seriously? What was this? "This side is for dykes. The music sucks and don't you dare try to play pool or darts there". I made a mental note. Then he took me towards a staircase which I'd also never noticed before. He led me up to a platform that was almost completely dark. It was crowded with younger guys - many shirtless - and they seemed to be forming a circle. "Oh, Lucky You - you get to see a Daisy Chain. That;s where you fuck the guy in front of you as whoever's directly behind fucks you". Wow. This place was more complicated than I ever knew. We went back down to the bar and sat next to each other. The crowd was thinning pretty rapidly. Holiday weekend. The young guys wanted to go where there was more action, and before long, the daisies from upstairs filed out too. It was down to just me, Venom, the handsome bartender and a few seriously drunk guys who were close to passing out. Venom kept trying to offer me shots, but I declined. It was almost dark outside and I had already had pretty much all the fun I needed to have for one day. Venom and the bartender talked to each other in Spanish for a bit as I finished one last cup of beer. And then it was just the two of us. Sitting there. "I'm Rob. What's your name?" I'd never given my name to some guy in a bar. He shifted a bit and said "I'm Miguel -- but you probably already heard them call me 'Venom'". "Why do they do that?" "They're just hateful bitches who love to spread gossip". We sat in silence for a bit longer when he reached down and fished in his pockets. I thought he was searching for his car keys to go home. But no. He was undoing his zipper. In the blue light of the neon Budweiser sign, he pulled out his hard dick. It didn't look real. It was like a sculpture of a curved, granite python that he was holding in his lap. It didn't even seem like it could be part of a human. I was hypnotized by this amazing member. He glanced around briefly before asking me to kiss it. I didn't just kiss it, I took the magnificent head in my mouth and sucked on it for a bit. I had been shy for far too long. I reached down and felt his hairy balls. "Come on", he said as he grabbed me off the chair and led me toward the staircase, What? Were we going to have a two man daisy chain or something? I was really drunk. He helped me up the stairs until we were on that dark landing again. I tried to let my eyes get adjusted to the low light, but I could really make out were shadows here and there. I could hear him shuffling, but that was actually the sound of him undressing. I sensed and smelled his nakedness. Well, I guess I should strip too, but he had already started to pry off my clothes. Within less than twenty seconds, we were embracing each others' nude bodies. He was big and slightly rough, but I loved his big belly flesh press against my slight frame. And the feel of that hard, superhuman penis! Too much. He guided me down to the filthy floor and let me stretch out on my back. My head was swimming in alcohol and whirring and stars. Venom. "Just don't scream. If you scream or cry out, the bartender will come and we'll have to go". I wanted to ask him why in the world I'd want to scream when he lowered himself down on top of me. Man, he was a heavy guy. Then we were kissing. Seriously passionate kissing like in a movie. Then his enormous penis made an appearance between my ass cheeks. No condom. Just a bare monster. OK. I could do this. He pushed. It hurt so much that I scrambled away and whimpered in pain. I guess this was over. Where were my clothes? He quickly produced a boilermaker from who knows where and demanded I drink it FAST. I obeyed. It did the trick I suppose. I lied back again and let the world wobble by. Then his big, bearded face was in mine again and we resumed kissing deeply. I felt him go into me and it wasn't pleasant, but it also didn't hurt so severely. He groaned with pleasure and asked if this was my first time. I searched my muddy brain for a reply but he was beyond hearing it. He kept pumping like a maniac and I only briefly thought about his nickname. Venom. His breathing was heavy and sweat was pouring off of his whole body. It was wet and smelly and harsh. And then he slowed up a bit. "Ready for the venom?" "Yeah". He thrust one last time and stayed still. I kneaded his large buttocks and kissed him again. We stayed like that for nearly a minute before we were sitting up. He traced a fat finger over my lips. "Are you bleeding?" "Yeah. Or something." I didn't know what what was leaking down, but I suspected that blood was part of it. That and venom. By morning I was home with Miguel in bed next to me. We now live together. It's still new and weird at times, but he's been a good resource for HIV treatment and medical & prescription help. He knows everything and has been so good to me. I really regret nothing.

So I met this guy on grindr......went over to his house and proceeded to suck his Large 7 inch POZ cock.....after about 35 minutes he orders me to pull down my pants and lay face down on the floor....of course I obeyed as I felt his finger putting some lube on my hole I started to get excited then I felt his hard throbbing cock as he slowly inserted it deep inside me mmmmm I love that feeling! He fucked me for hours I could feel my hole was bleeding he didn't use much lube. Then I felt him get really hard until he finally shot his load deep inside me...but wait he wasn't done he continued to fuck my cum filled pussy and yes he filled me again with hi toxic load I was in heaven it felt so good but then I noticed he wasn't getting off of me he whispered in my ear just lay still...I thought what now.....Yes he had another POZ load to give me 3 LOADS in one night and I kept every drop inside me! It was the best!

So I ate a really light dinner so I could get to spinning class at the gym this evening. I always look forward to it because there's a hot thick short black guy in the class with a killer smile, looks a little like Nelly the rapper from the cheeks. So I see him as I walk to the lockers. Woof. I could lick the salt off his balls all night. So I get to the locker, plenty of time and there's a tall nice looking black man near my locker. Dark skin, about 6'4", 230lbs, well put together muscular, 40s, hair in braided cornrows. We continuously make eye contact and he's got a huge bulge in his underwear as he's changing from gym to street clothes. I try not to be obvious to the people around us but he's definitely got my attention and I am pretty sure I got his. As he pulls up his pants, he lets the bulge of his dick rest just outside the zipper for a few seconds longer than normal. Meantime, I'm getting my laces tied and making sure I take my time lacing my shoes as I look at his bulge and his eyes. I walk slightly away from where he's changing, on my way out of the locker room, but still within viewing distance of this man. I figure, probably see him again another time, make conversation when it happens. I go to the urinals, gonna be an hour before I can piss once the class starts. He walks into the second urinal. Fuck, I'm not gonna let this opportunity pass me by. I start casual conversation, he keeps up the small talk, and with his height, he clearly looks over the privacy wall at the urinal to check out my hard dick, bigger than average, but not more than 8 inches on a good day. I finish the piss and as I walk by him, I can see a massively thick 10" dick poking straight out. Bingo, he's interested. As I leave the urinal, I reach in, Bruce my hand around his dick and balls and keep walking. Guys in the area, it's not a cruise place. We walk around the wall to the sink and I ask what he's got planned for the evening, he says nothing. We quietly exchange numbers, he leaves, I get to spinning class. I text him once class is over, he says call. So I call and tell him I'm gonna go home and shower, maybe we can meet up somewhere. He says "don't, I want to smell that fresh Latino sweat." Gives me the address, and in less than 10 minutes, I'm at his home. Small talk, I honestly tell him I don't usually hit on guys that quickly, not sure if he believes me. But it's true, and never at this gym. Plenty of eye candy, but no real action. So within a few more minutes, we're in his bedroom and this massive guy is sucking my dick while I push past his dick and orange sized balls and rim and finger his thick ass. A little strange, I just figured he was a top. Continues sucking my nice uncut brown dick on my back, me just relaxing, enjoying the head. He reaches into the bedside drawer, grabs at something and reaches back behind him. Then he crawls forward, slippery hand around my dick, guides it into his hole and proceeds to push down till he is balls deep on my dick. Raw. Milking it. I get him off me and on his stomach and mount back on his ass. He's pretty tight, I figured he probably had bigger, but not often. Eventually, I get to the nutting point and tell him I'm close. He tells me not to stop, let loose inside him. So I bust my load deep in his tasty black ass, totally spent from the fuck and gym. I lay back and this guy takes advantage of the situation to roll me onto my stomach, legs hanging off e bad and start rimming my hole. Good bottom man. Then he starts fingering my hole while he continues to spit and rim. I'm getting a clue where this is going, but I'm not sure I want him to fuck me with that remote control dick. He mounts on top of my back, my hole already lubed with spit and probably ky, and fingered into relaxation with his beer can dick at my hole. He tells me to breathe slowly and starts pushing his massive dick inside me. At one point, it stops, I'm in a bit of pain. Fucker was prepared, reaches under the pillow and pulls out some poppers. I quickly open them up and inhale, nearly pass out. When my senses clear, his dick is fully buried in my ass, it's burning my hole but it's sliding in and out. "Fuck, you got all 10 inches inside me!" He tells me twelve. I take another hit of poppers as he builds up speed in his thrusting. After what feels like forever, I feel him build up steam and tell me here it cums! Didn't even ask, just bred my hole. Whew, its over. I can't remember the last time I had something that big in my hole. Eventually, he pulls out and I feel only a little leaking from my tender hole. "Oh, man, I think I made you bleed a little," he said. I'm wincing a tiny bit. But I still suck his dick clean. No shit, literally, just clean dick, some cum and a little blood. We already exchanged numbers so I get dressed and he asks how soon I can come over again. Fuck! Hot! Sitting here at my place now, writing about this, a little bit of toilet paper in between my cheeks in case it bleeds any more. It still burns- I'm sure my hole tore a little, but man, that was hot.

630pm another one ready to be fucked and filled. This time it is a follow up. This boi wants lots of breeding daddy cock.

Current Viral Load: 2.09 Million CD4: .05

Part 4 Craig looked me deep in the eyes. He grabbed my hand and brought it down to the bulge in his pants. He was fully hard. "This is what you just did to me," he said. I grabbed his hand and lead him into the bedroom. I pushed him onto the bed and started to take off my clothes as fast as possible. He didn't take his eyes off me while he started to strip his own clothes off. I stood before him naked, and he said, "Turn around, baby, and let me see that sweet white ass." I did. "Now back up here and let me have it." I did. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. He squeezed them and pulled them apart. "Such a pretty pink hole- now bend over." I felt his warm breath on my ass and then felt his tongue lick up and down my crack. "Sweet, sweet ass, babe," he whispered, and then started kissing and licking my puckered hole. He grabbed me around the waist and forcefully pulled my ass into his face. His tongue traced around my hole and eased in deeper. He was eating me like I was candy. My ass opened up for his warm, wet, rough tongue. He tossed me onto the bed on my back, He pushed the backs of my thighs and raised my legs and kept slurping away. Then he pushed a finger into my hole and gently fucked in and out. After a couple of minutes, he entered me with 2 fingers, and then with 3. He got up on his knees between my raised legs, spit on his cock, and pressed the head against my relaxed hole. He just held it there and looked at me with lust. I knew then I really was ready for this, whether he was poz or not. I knew I had to have his cock inside me, and needed to feel him cum in me. After a few seconds that seemed like an hour he said, "You have no idea how much I want this, Jeff. But I can't without telling you - I'm poz. I can't just fuck you without telling you that." "I know," I said, "or I thought you probably are. I can't believe how much I want you. Please fuck me! I am so turned on right now just thinking about taking your load. Fuck me, fuck me please!" His face lit up in an evil smile, and he very slowly pushed into me. It was an unbelievable feeling, unlike any other fuck I had ever taken. He eventually stopped when he was almost all in. My ass was giving a little resistance, but I reached for his ass and pushed him all the way in. Wow! He leaned down and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. Then he slowly pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside me. He began to give me long, firm strokes. We were both enjoying this slow, deliberate pace of his fucking. My hands left his ass and found those sexy pierced nipples. He closed his eyes and threw his head back and moaned. I started to tug on his nipple rings, and he fucked faster. Each thrust felt deeper. His ass moved around in a corkscrew motion. His cock was hitting every spot. This was heaven! My whole body felt flushed and I pushed back against every deep thrust. His moans and the tempo of his fucking increased. I gasped and moaned, too. He looked down at me with a look of ecstasy and said through his deep, panting breaths, "I'm getting real close, baby. Tell me you want this. Tell me how much you want my seed." "I want it. Seed my hole!" "What do you want, white boy?" "I want you cum inside me... please!" He fucked harder and harder, but wasn't yet cumming. "I'm so close, baby! Tell me again!" "I want your cum! I need your CUM!" I cried out. "What kind of cum? Tell me what you really want. I'm so fucking close!" "I want your hot cum- I need your cum- your POZ cum! Give me that hot fucking POZ CUM!" He gave a yell and plunged his dick deep as it would go. He grunted and grunted and I knew he was shooting. "Take that poz cum, white boy!" he gasped. His breath stared to calm down, but he was still deep inside me. He bent down for another lustful kiss. I held him tight. His cock remained deep inside me, and I loved it. His mouth finally left mine. "I'm still hard, baby, roll over." Somehow I rolled over face down on the bed without loosing his cock. He was on my back, slowly fucking his cock in and out. He was kissing my neck and nibbling my ears and still he fucked my loaded hole. This amazing fuck was not over yet. He whispered in my ear, "I love that ass. I want to fuck you forever." My hole was sloppy from the huge load he had planted in me, and he kept right on with his gentle fucking. "I'm pushing that cum deeper in, baby. How does it feel?" "I love it. Fuck me all night. Please don't ever stop," I whispered. "I feel another load coming, babe. Tell me you want it. Tell me- you know what I want to hear." His breathe felt wonderful in my ear. My heart was starting to pound again. "I want your hot poz cum. I need more of your poz cum. Please give it to me- please..." He gasped and pushed into me all the way again. I felt him shudder and felt him shoot in my hole. My mind was flying, almost like I was getting high from his hot seed. We stayed like that for a long time. His cock softened only a little. He let out a deep sigh and slowly started to pull out. But my ass clenched tight on his cock without me thinking about it. My hands reached back to his ass and pulled him close. I wanted his cock in me as long as I could have it. He gently kissed my neck, and we slowly rolled over onto our dies in a spooning position. We both drifted off to sleep with my ass milking out those last drops. Part 5 coming soon

I love it when you get a hold of a boy who wants to be breed and ask for a Photo. What he sent had my cock drooling. I can't wait for this weekend to get here now. Also my boy is chasing after a guy from the gym and he sent a series of photos, however he has no idea we are both toxic. Jack is the one who wants to be breed and this is his photo what are your thoughts?????????? do I take his 19 year old boy pussy and make it a toxic cum dump??? I feel guilty when they are that young

Sorry for the delay ... more soon CHAPTER 9: A couple weeks went by, and Mike and I are feeling closer than ever; it feels like we’re dating. We are dating. Mike is making public habits of kissing me and holding my hand when we go places, but more important to me, he breeds my often – sometimes twice a day. Chris is nearly moved in with us, too, and sleeping with us in my king-sized bed most nights. If I’m being honest with myself, I think I may be in love with both of them. I know both of them are trying to get me pregnant as I’m getting loads from each of them, usually in the same session, but sometimes separately. Between these two hotties the walls of my ass are taking 2 – 4 loads of unmedicated jizz every single day. When we have sex, they both seem so adamant about infecting me. Four weeks after the sex orgy, and finding out Mike tested positive for HIV, I decide I want to try another home test. I haven’t felt sick and I know these things can take months to actually show a positive result, but the curiosity is killing me. Part of me feels like I’m already HIV+, mentally its already a part of me, and when Mike or Chris fucks me, its part of our sex. I wake the next morning, with Mike cuddled close to me and I realize Chris didn’t stay the night with us. I love waking up to these guys, but I need to piss. In my half-groggy state I slink out of bed. As quietly as I can, I tear open the OraSure test and swab my gums with the cotton. I put the swab into the test vile and leave it sitting on the counter while I make my way to the toilet. I’m still not quite awake and my aim isn’t very good. My piss sprays out and hits my hand, my leg and my foot before I can wrestle the rest of it into the bowl. After some dribbles and spirts my morning piss fires out and then finally ends with a whimper. In an act of silliness I let the last bits drip onto my right-hand and leg. I don’t know if it’s desire, need, or what, but one second I’m finishing up and the next I’m bringing my pissy hand to my mouth and licking up what the spillage. It’s bitter and I grimace a little, then a giggle hits me, imagining kissing Mike with this mouth. I finish and decide to move the testing container to the nightstand so I can keep an eye on it after I climb back into bed. I return to my comfy “Mike” blanket – his warm, naked body and cock feel so good. I feel him stir and his body, as if acting on instinct, forms itself against mine and his hand comes around my waist, pulling me in close. I love how this all feels but I don’t want to fall asleep, these OraSure tests need to be monitored, and its only been a few minutes. I lie there a minute thinking about the possible, and of Mike, when I feel his cock swelling and pressing against my ass. I need to stay focused on the test but his poz cock is all I can think about, which is all the more evident by my own raging boner leaking and pressing up tight against my stomach. I like to leave Mike is in charge of my ass and breeding it, but I’m finding myself distracted by this test, well that, and all the precum oozing and running down the head of my cock. Pulse after pulse of the clear liquid is dripping into my open hand. I move Mike’s hand to my cock then his fingers to my mouth so I can get a taste. I reach behind me and lightly stroke Mike’s dick. “Is he awake and just letting me do this?”, I wonder. I push my butt away from him, and angle that poz dick down until I can feel it press against my ass. At this point I hear a slight moan leave Mike’s lips and he rolls over on to his back; my hand still attached. "Hey fucker … ", I whisper, "I’m busy using that cock of yours", “Well, you'll just have to climb on and ride it!”, he says, turning his face towards me. I glance over at him and see the slyest look on his face … we both know what’s about to happen. I let loose of him for a moment, moving toward him, and throwing the comforter off the bed. I end this quick combination of movements with a savory kiss on his lips, “So hot”, I speak the words softly into his mouth. My cock is rock hard and sticking straight out from my naked waist. When I grab his hard cock again he pulls me forward, until my dick is pressing against his lips. He quickly opens his mouth and my cock sinks past his lips, teeth, and tongue. Soon I’m lodged deep in his throat as I begin to move my hips back and forth allowing my cock to slip in and out of his mouth. His tongue is like velvet on my cock, the feeling is pure pleasure as he sucks and licks the pre-cum, and probably the last few drops of piss, from the head of my dick. I can feel my balls slowly contracting as my need to nut begins to rise – I stop him. "NO! I wa… need you to fuck me, NOW!", I say matter-of-factly and pull my wet dick from his wanting mouth, falling back on his crotch. I look over at the test, “Still not done”, I think. I can feel his hard, fat cock pressing against my ass, making me need it more and more. I lift my ass up off him and he reaches down, pulling that infected dick upright, and I sink my ass back down on him nice and slow. I let him slide all the way into my ass, relishing each and every inch as it invades my fuck hole. "Oh FUCK yea, … that's what I’ve been fucking waiting for", I spout as his cock fills me, not moving, just enjoying the feeling of his cock deep inside me. He pulls my face to his and we kiss, but this time its not soft, his tongue forces its way past my lips. I open my mouth inviting him in, immediately feeling the warmth of his mouth, as our tongues fight. I raise myself up, his cock slipping effortlessly within my ass, until the head is pressing against the rim of my hole. Then I lower myself once again until he’s fully penetrating me – until he’s balls deep. Our lips are locked as my ass is floating up and down on that cock. All too soon, I feel his hard, fat, poz fuck rod swelling deep with in me and I know he’s about to blow another load of toxic spunk inside me. I release our kiss and look down into his eyes, his orgasm is building and he’s lost in it. Soon, his hips are bucking me up and down on his cock, his hands are holding onto me tight as his cock is fucking my ass vigorously. “Ah ... Ahhhh ... Ohh fuck … oh fuck", he moans loudly as his body is slamming it's self against mine, lodging his cock deeper and deeper within the hot cavity of my ass and spitting load after load of his cum from those tight balls deep into my ass. "YES! ... OH FUU...... OH FUCK …. I CUMMMINNNNGGG......", he screams, and I feel it, as my whole body is being tossed about on top of him. I love the warmth engulfing me fully as his HIV+ cock spews and spews and spews deep inside me. My own cock is gyrating up and down against our stomachs as he pounds away at my ass, releasing all of his infected jizz inside me. This is one of Mike's more intense orgasms and seems to last for several minutes, filling my ass with cum, but I know in the real world its probably not even a whole minute. I am a bit surprised at his stamina, until I remember it’s been almost 24 hours since he last came inside me. With his balls empty and his cock momentarily satisfied, Mike slowly stops fucking me, and lays there with his arm pits exposed, completely spent. I look down at him, still attached to him by his cock in my ass, and kiss him. "I … I really do love you Mike", I say looking for some sort of reaction in his eyes. "Kevin", and I can see its his first word. "I love you too babe, I really do." I kiss him again as I feel his cock deflating. He rolls me over onto the bed as we kiss, and then he pulls away, climbing out of bed. I grab his hand as he’s walking away, "Where are you going?", I ask as he turns around and I’m staring at his hot body, his cock slick from our fuck, pointing out but down, still fat and semi-full of blood. "Gotta take a piss babe, … then I am going to come back and suck every bit of neg cum out of your cock until your balls are as drained as mine", and he gives me that sly look I love so much. I give him my best devious grin, and pull him back into bed. He sits on the edge and looks at me questioningly. As many times as we’ve shared piss you would think he’d get a clue about what I want. "What?", he says looking at me. Instead of telling him, I don't say a word, I just push him down on the bed, both of us now face to cock, “mmmmm”, I moan. "Kev, I have to take a wicked pi.......", and he stops as my mouth takes his soft dick inside and I hold it there without moving. I can taste the sex and cum on him, this just makes my own cock that much harder. "Gollll", I say as best I can with my mouth full of his dick, and I then re-close my mouth. He looks at me for a moment and then lowers his head to my cock and takes it completely in his mouth. He begins to suck me softly as I did with him when I feel the first few drops of his piss ooze out of his cock, but he holds back, not quite being able to release yet. I just stay there as he expertly sucks me deep into his throat. And again, I felt the slight flow of his yellow stream fill my mouth. I drink and swallow as it dribbles out, but there is little there to savor. Then he stops sucking my cock for a moment, its still lodged in his throat, and then it happens. My mouth is soon filled with his hot piss as his bladder opens up and feeding me a healthy helping of piss for breakfast. I gulp and gulp and swallow as he empties himself into my mouth. As soon as he feels himself filling my stomach with his piss, he returns to sucking my cock. I don't know if its the way he’s sucking me or that he’s pissing in my mouth, but I can’t deny it turns me on and my orgasm blasts forth. My rock hard cock fills his mouth with cum as I drink him down. We’re emptying ourselves into each other, drinking from each other’s cock. Our mouths filling and then swallowing each others juice as it erupts from our bodies with force. His piss is hot and salty as it runs down my throat, and to make it more interesting as if I didn’t already know, the smell and deep yellow flavor tells me it’s morning piss. My orgasm doesn't last as long as his piss, but soon we’re both spent. My body is momentarily drained of all the cum it can produce, and his bladder is freshly emptied, I think, “Note to self … we really need to do this more often”. We lay there, our cocks still in each others mouths enjoying the afterglow of our sex. I look up at him, both our cocks now soft, then I remember my test results and I jerk my neck up to look over at them. I can see a faint line, one faint line. Mike sees what I’m looking at, moving his body to get a better look. He leans up to touch, kissing me on the neck, “Still neg babe”. I don’t say anything with him against me like this, I know a Doctor can provide a more sensitive test, but I haven’t been to one and I know Mike hasn’t been to one since he found out. I’m thinking, “We’ll just have to try harder”, when Mike pipes, “Gotta be out of town the week after next babe”. I look over at him, I groan, “I know”, he says.

The first time I was fucked by a guy was my senior year in high school. We were both 18 then and he was a varsity football player who was dating one of the most popular girls in school while fucking me. He is the only dude that has fucked me bareback, so far, and I loved the sensation of his cum shooting inside me. We always flip fucked each other bareback. As a bi guy I wasn't fucked by another guy until I was 24, this time by a college football player. He used a condom when fucking me and it was with him that I found that I really loved getting fucked. He was amazing when it came to fucking. After fucking me he asked me to fuck him bare, and I did. I have mostly been a top since and have fucked only one other dude bareback once when I was drunk. The other dudes I have fucked since has been with condoms. I never use a condom when fucking females. I just want to get fucked by someone with the talent of that second guy that fucked me and relive the sensation of cum shooting deep inside me. I have a fantasy of a guy saying he is negative but whispering that he is poz when shooting his load inside me. Not sure why that turns me on so much but it does.

The preamble to Ross’s comeuppance. Grahame ‘accidently’ runs into Ross as he flees our home, “Hey mister slow down, why the hurry?” “Christ! I nearly shit myself when your boyfriend caught us, didn’t know what to do and then when he leapt on me and started fucking, well I was in pig heaven, I’m just a boy who can’t say no.” “So, you’re up for a repeat then?” Grahame asks quizzically And get an excited answer, “Fuck yeah, whenever you want!” “I sure will boy, make sure we give you a great work out, eh? Now go home and await a call” As Ross walks away I join Grahame outside just as Liam calls to say he is feeling so much better, “just like my old self” we chat over speaker phone and hear that he plans to go back to work soon and…..we update him with where and what Ross had been up to…there was silence and then, “Can you help me get my own back on him?” “Hell yeah” we say in unison and I tell Liam that Ross wants a Rape Fantasy played out so we can all take turns filing him up with our HIV+ swimmers. “Sweet” is the reply and we make plans. Grahame leaves it a couple of days and we meet up with Liam after his fist day at work,all huddled around a phone we dial Ross, “Hi, how are you?” “All the better for hearing from you. I began to think you had used me and that wasit” is the reply, before adding “it was so hot, holding on to and sleeping with your loads deep in my guts overnight, I had such a hard-on just thinking about it and twice had to have a wank to calm down!” We struggle to stifle our joy at the thought of another potential pozzing. “Come to ours straight after work, stay the night and we will act out your rape fantasy, all tied up face down then fuck your hole rough and hard just as you want.” This time the silence comes from Ross, no longer his slutty cocky self “ummm, I have a flat mate…. he’ll be expecting me….” We cut in, with Liam overhearing the conversation, “Tell him you got lucky and won’t be home tonight, we’ll expect you, say 6:30?” and then hang up. A few moments later Liam’s phone rings and we know we have him! It’s the cheating Ross of course, “Hi Lee hope you are feel better hon?” “How was your first day back?” Blah, blah, blah. Knowing what is coming next Liam asks, “All OK with you babe?” “Errr, yeah…good. Umm, sorry love whilst nursing you I forgot all about Fran’s leaving do today, you remember her don’t you, our office PA?” Liam thinks, Yeah I remember alright, her leaving do was an excuse you used a couple of months ago, but lets it go eager to hear what’s coming next. “and the office is going out for the night, drinks and a meal, perhaps a club afterwards, I’ll play it by ear…don’t bother waiting up will you Lee?” Smirking Liam asks, “d’ya have to go? I thought we could ‘celebrate’ me being better.” “Sorry hon I do really have to go, I am her line manager” Liam tries his best to sound disappointed, “Oh OK then…I suppose you to, have fun then, Love you” “Yes, love you too” says Ross, “maybe I’ll rape your ass when you get in if it’s not too late” but Ross has already hung up impatient to get back to Grahame. Ross phones us right back, “See you at 6:30, for a full nights fucking, can’t wait” Guys just to let you know Ross's gang rape will follow shortly!

"Get up on the couch, pig", Daddy ordered. "On your back, with your sweet boihole right up on the edge...yeah just like that." The hungry tweaked up sub pig was off the floor and in position on the couch before daddy had even finished instructing him. Damn was he eager! I knew that he meant he wanted Daddy's tongue back in his chemmed up hole when he said he wanted Daddy back in him, but he was going to get a lot more than just that fantastic wet tongue inside that pig cunt. Daddy wet the first 2 fingers on his hand, dipped them into the nearest bag of crystals then began circling those two coated fingers around the lips of the boy's greedy hole, who started moaning immediately and squirming on the couch. "Oohhh, Daddy! That feels so fucking good! Please Sir, slide your fingers back inside, give me more tina in my hole, eat me out with your fucking tongue!! Ooohhhhh!!" "Hold still boi, stop squirming", Daddy commanded in a soft but insistent voice. "Your hole is so hot you fucking little pig! And so hungry too, ain't it?" "OMG YES! SO hungry daddy!" "What's it hungry for boi? What does my little sub pig's hole needing?" "I don't care! Your fingers, your tongue...it doesn't matter. Please, Daddy! It feels so empty. Please fill it back up!" Daddy wet 3 fingers on his other hand, coated them with crystal and slid them just inside the wet puckering virgin hole. Trevor bucked up against the total of 5 fingers now just inside the ring of his boihole, eager to feel his young mancunt full. Daddy gave me a slight nod and looked at the almost-fully loaded pipe laying next to me. I understood what he wanted. I picked up the pipe and lighting the flame beneath it began heating up the sweet drug inside. Even with daddy's fingers in his needy hole the boi heard the flick of the lighter and turned his black dilated eyes to me, the hunger in them burning into my eyes. I smiled at him as I began rolling the bowl back and forth. "You want some more of this, pig?" I asked. "If you take some more nice big hits, I bet that will convince Daddy to give you what your pig pussy wants." "Yes, yes, Please! I need more smoke. I need Daddy taking care of my hole...Please!" He reached out his hand for the pipe as I gave it to him. "I'll take care of the fire, boi...all you have to do is suck. And I know you're good at that!" Trevor set his full beautiful young lips around the stem of the pipe and began inhaling the smoke swirling inside the bulb. "That's it, boi", Daddy encouraged softly and seductively. "Show Daddy how hungry you are. How much you want to please him by giving yourself to him and Tina. Damn you love that smoke doncha boi?!" Trevor mumbled around the pipe as he took a little more in and held it as I pulled the pipe away. "Now!" I commanded and he exhaled, sending out a dick-hardening huge white cloud of smoke that made me and daddy both moan. "Another one, pig!" Daddy said as I slipped the pipe back between his lips. "Suck on that pipe while Daddy takes care of your sweet perfect cherry hole." Trevor spread his legs wider at that as he continued sucking the glass cock. I watched as Daddy grabbed the 6 inch dildo off of the table, coating it with a good helping of Tina and teased the pig's convulsing hole with the head of it. The boi moaned around the pipe as Daddy whispered darkly, "Gonna give you something for that hungry hole boi. But this is just to get you ready for what you really want. You don't even know how much more you're going to want soon. Here it comes, pig. Enjoy!" And with that Daddy shoved the dildo into the hot tight hole of his sub pig bottom boi and the moans of pain and surprise echoed off the walls!

Part 1 He was one of the few straight guys I sold to and definitely the hotest. His name was Troy and he was 19. And at 6'2", lean 190 pounds, blond hair and blue eyes he was the next door AF/frat boy type. He had a scholarship at the local university, but lost it over the summer for some infraction (probably drugs). He was mostly doing weed and coke, until a girl he picked up one night introduced him to Tina. He loved fucking on Tina and developed a nice habit. That's where I came into the picture. She introduced Troy to me so that he could get his own supplies. Soon he was hitting me up on a regular basis, but always seemed to be short on cash. Now, I am an entrepreneur. I have several "businesses' I run in addition to selling the best shit on campus. One of my businesses is a video web site where guys show off (either solo or couple). I knew he needed cash and started to plant the seed in his brain at how much cash he could make in one night. The conversation wnet like this: Me: "If you need cash I have a way you can make $100 a night easy." Troy: "I'm not seeling drugs!" Me: "Nothing like that, I have a web site that features hot guys like you that show off for viewers all over the world." Troy: "I aint doing anything gay, I'm not a fog." Me: "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, but I will tell you the more you please your viewers the better tips you might get. I have a couple guys that clear close to a grand in one night." Troy: "I'll think about it." Me: "There's a special, secret viewing for those hot boys who like to blow clouds and stroke for the customer." I knew I had him thinking as I gave him a small supply of Tina for the night. It was enough to cloud his brain and when he wanted more without any means to pay for it I would have him. Sure enough by the next morning I got a text from him asking for more Tina. He and a girl he hung out with went through what he had in a few hours. He had no cash on hand and I brought up our discussion from a few hours earlier. I could tell he was in desperate need as he agreed to do the web site if I fronted him some Tina. I had him! He came over to where the video was broadcasted and I presented a contract for him to sign. He signed it without reading (what a dumb jock) and I gave him a teener of T. I informed him that he was to be back at the studio the next night around 8 pm to be prepared and given instructions. The next night he showed 5 minutes late (better late than never) and he was given a razor and instructed to trim or shave his balls, ass and chest. He was then led to a bathroom (which had a number of concealed cameras) where he proceeded to shave his entire body hair off. When he returned he was shown to his private room and told to show off for the viewers while chatting with them. I reminded him the more he would do for them he might get some tips. He spent the next 8 hours on camera stoking his coke (a nice coke actually, too bad by the time I'm done with him he won't really get to use it. By the end of the night he had received very few tips and only made $150. He was disappointed and asked "Do you have any suggestions how I could make more money. I lost viewers as the night went on." I asked him "Would you let another guy suck your dick? I know that would get you more viewers. They'd love to see a straight jock sucked off. I'd even up your base to $150 plus tips." Troy siad h "I need to think about that, when do I go on again?" I let him know he has a week to decide. The following week when he returned, hungry for some smoke made his decision easy. He agreed to have another guy suck his cock. I made sure he had plenty of G laced Gatorade (since it would help hide the taste) and plenty of Tina for them both to smoke. I knew with all those factors I might get him to do more. I had paired him up with Tommy, who was actually one of my vers/top studs and also HIV+! This session went better then his first session. He let the Tommy play with his cock and eventually give him a blow job while paying some attention to licking his taint and a few licks to his hole. As the night progress Tommy made sure that Troy smoked a lot of Tina. Troy started to get offers ($$) to blow Tommy. The first offer was $50 to which Troy politely replied that he was straight and didn't suck dick. The viewers questioned Troy on his sexuality and he continued to tell them that he was in deed straight. The offerd began to get better until the final one (prompted by me) came in offering him $500 to give Tommy a blow job to completion. I saw Troy's eye go wide at that offer and he thought this over. It was apparent that Troy was having dificulties getting hard as Tommy was still playing with his Tina dick. Tommy let Troy know that if they were going to make some serious cash they needed some action. I added to the fire with my private chat to them to get the action on before we lose any viewers and I lose money!! Tommy helped guide Troy's head to his crotch as Troy gave in knowing he needed to perform. He reluctantly began to suck Tommy's growing cock as he produced ample amounts of precum. Soon Tommy had Troy's mouth fully on his 9" cock as he he paid a little attention to Troys ass. Troy was lost in his attempt to suck cock for the first time he barely noticed Tommy work a finger coated in Tina laced lube into his hole. Troy was starting to get plesure from the attention to his ass while he attempted to suck his first cock. Tommy took his time as he added more lube and eventually a nice size shard of Tina to Troy's hole. Troy began to moan around Tommy's cock as more fingers were added to his hungry hole. When Tommy had worked a second shard inside Troy along with 3 fingers Troy was definitely entering slut mode when he asked Tommy "Oh god bro, that was feeling great, will you put your fingers back inside me." Tommy was perfect, "You want something in your straight, jock ass bro? How about my cock? Would you like me to slip my cock inside your ass?" Troy attempted to deny his fate, "Bro, I'm straight. I don't get fucked by guys" as he continued to suck Tommy's cock. Tommy pushed Troy down as far as he'd go onto his cock and asked "Do straight boy's like you suck cock? I know you want cock in your hole, it's hungry for me to breed it." Troy was completely defeated as he never let Troy's cock out of his mouth and shook his 'yes' letting Tommy know that he was accepting his fate. Tommy moved between Troy's legs positioning his bare cock at the jock's virgin hole. I made sure to get a close up of Troy's face on a split screen as Tommy's cock began to make its way where no man had ever been before. When Tommy's head breached the outer ring, there was a look of confusion on Troy's face. But as he slowly sank the full length into the Jock's ass the look turned to one of pure pleasure and desire. Tommy sank in balls deep as the Troy moaned out "Oh, fuck yeah!" Then he pulled out a bit and began to slowly initiate our former straight jock to the joys of man on man sex. With Tommy's abilities (and a little bit of Tina) he fucked Troy bast the time their show was supposed to end giving him 6 dirty poz loads of cum, and bringing this jock one step closer to being a gay porn star.

My flight home from Europe last week was really late arriving back to Las Vegas. So, it was well past midnight by the time we landed at the Vegas airport. My car was in the shop, and a friend had driven me to the airport. So, I was without a car and I wasn't going to call my friend to pick me up at this hour. I just sent for an Uber to drive me home. My Uber app showed that my driver was going to be Aanuti, driving a Toyota. I only had to wait a couple of minutes for Aanuti to pull up at the airport's pick up area. Aanuti popped the trunk and I threw my luggage inside and slid into his car. "Good evening", I said. "David?", Aanuti asks? "Yes", I reply. My Uber driver was a tall, thin, very dark, black man in his late 20's/early 30's. From the back seat, I can't get a really good look at his face. But he keeps looking at me through the rear view mirror. Through the mirror I can see he has beautiful blue eyes. For a black man, with skin as dark as Aanuti, blue eyes seemed to be quite odd. I try to make some small talk with him. "How's your night going?", I ask. "Very nice, thanks. I think you'll be my last ride for the night. I started at 6:00. Things have slowed a bit. And I don't want to do the drunks on the strip tonight. I don't live too far from where I'm dropping you. So, I think I'll call it a night." Whenever he's speaking to me, he's looking back at me through the mirror. That makes me nervous, since I feel his eyes should be on the road. But, his kind, blue eyes are mesmerizing. "Where are you from?", I ask. "Nigeria", he says. "I've been here 10 years. I love it", he adds. "Nice. I can't help but notice you're beautiful blue eyes", I say. Aanuti smiles and looks a bit embarrassed. "Thank you. People tend to comment on that a lot", he says. "I would imagine", I add. "Does your whole family have those gorgeous eyes?" I ask. "My Grandmother does. Her Father was half Dutch. I got her gene, I guess. All my other siblings have dark brown eyes. But, I got my Grandmother's eyes". We continue to chit chat. Discuss politics, life in Las Vegas and any number of subjects on the half hour drive to my home in the suburbs of Vegas. Soon, he pulls into my driveway. We sit in my driveway for several more minutes. He's easy to talk to and I'm enjoying his company. "Are you in a hurry to get home?" I ask. "What do you have in mind?" he asks "Was just going to ask you in for a drink, if you'd like? You said you're ending your evening". "Sure. I'm game for that", he replies. We get out and we both carry my bags into my house. I turn on a couple of small lamps, but keep it kind of dimly lit in the living room. I carry my bags into my bedroom and turn on just one small lamp to keep it dim. I come back into the living room/great room area. I ask, "Is wine ok?" I ask. "Yeah. Wine is good", he says. I pour us 2 glasses of some wine I have in the fridge. He's sitting on my small love seat. I sit next to him on the love seat and hand him his glass. We toast and each take a sip. He adjusts his crotch a few times as we're chatting. As he'd adjust his crotch, he'd watch my eyes go to his crotch. The 3rd time he caught me staring at his crotch, he smiled at me and said, "You like black men?" "Yes I do. I love black men", I say with an embarrassed smile. Aanuti takes my hand and puts it on his crotch. I squeeze and feel a rather large cock partly swollen under his khaki pants. I didn't need any more of an invitation than that. I drop to my knees. Aanuti quickly unzipped and pulled out his sizable, partially hard black cut cock. I put my lips around it and begin to suck. He grows quickly in my mouth. And soon his cock has grown to a very nice 8 or 9 inches. Like him, it's long and slender, making it easy to deepthroat. I'm really going to town on his cock. He's hard as a rock. "Do you like to get fucked?", he asks. "Fuck yeah!", I reply. "But, I'm not cleaned out", I add. "That's ok", he says. "I don't get crazy about a clean ass like most American's. I'm from Nigeria, remember?", he laughs. Smiling and winking at me. I get up and grab his hand. "Come with me". I pull him off the love seat and guide him to my bedroom. I pull the bedspread off and throw it to the floor. I climb out of my clothes in record time. I pull some lube and poppers from my bedside table. Then climb on the bed, kneeling on the edge. While I'm poppering up, Aanuti spits on my ass and his cock a few times. He's not using the lube I had set by him. He puts his cockhead to my hole and slides inside me. His long and slender cock slides easily up in me. He wastes no time in beginning to fuck. His cock is just such a good size that it slides easily in and out of me. "I love your ass, Dave. Your ass feels so good", he says as he picks up speed with his thrusts. He leans forward and begins to pinch my nipples as he's fucking me. My nipples are hard wired. I'm getting incredibly turned on. I'm pressing back on him as he thrusts in me. Our bodies are slapping hard against each other. Now he's fucking me like a maniac! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! His cock keeps pounding in me hard and deep. "Get on your back", he demands. I turn over and he immediately slams back into me. Holding my legs up against his chest. Soon, he's pressed my legs up against my chest as he continues to ram into me. He places one of his long legs up on the bed and drills into me from that angle. Then he tells me to get back on my knees. I move back onto my knees and he again slams deep into me. He's grabbing me hard around my waist and pulling all the way out of me, before ramming back into me. About 3 more minutes in this position brings on his orgasm. He yells out something in his native language that I don't understand, except for the occasional word "Fuck!". He holds his throbbing cock in me as my ass tires to milk it. He then pulls out and drops onto the bed, next to me. He's panting heavily. I can see his cock is a bit dirty from my ass. So I hop off and get a wet washcloth and towel for him. As he lays there panting, trying to catch his breath, I use the washcloth and towel to clean off his cock. His cock is softening in my hands as I clean him. "Fuck! That was hot, dude! Thanks!", I say. "Yes. That was nice. I like your ass", he relies. "You said you live close?", I ask. "Yes. About a mile away", he says. "Can we fuck again?", I ask. The pauses. There's no reply. Then he says, "I'm married, Dave. I have 2 children. My wife is pregnant again. I don't do this much. I've fucked guys before. But, I don't do it often. Not sure when I can?", he says. "No problem, dude. I understand. You've got my phone number on your Uber App. Text me if you ever have time and want to fuck. My ass is yours". He dresses and I put on my robe. I walk him to the door. I put out my hand to shake his. "Thanks again", I say. He take my hand, shakes and leans down to softly kiss my lips. "Thank you, Dave. That was nice. I let you know if I can fuck you again. I hope so". He kisses me softly again and leaves. WOW! What the hell just happened? That was nice! I sure hope I'll hear from him again.

So one of the guy's I workout with at the gym has been hinting with me that he likes to suck and love's the feel of hard cock in his hole. How ever he made it clear he is Neg. Clean and just wants me to fuck him after he sucks my cock then pull out and shoot on his ass. He has No clue I am toxic and Has no clue I can blast a load with out him even knowing it. then fuck it in until I am close to the second load. Pull out and blow it on his hole. let him think he is safe. I know what my master would do but what would you do??????????????? here are a couple photos he sent me. I almost had to jerk off as I looked at them. So do I stealth his ass and knock him up or play safe with the pig??????

Earlier today went to the local ABS usually not much there, so wasn't expecting too much. So I get my entrance to the booths go in eyes adjust to the dark. As expected slim pickings.. I wander around look thru the couple of gloryholes but Nada. So I look to the back, where there's a short dark hall with a couple of cubicles. Bingo! White guys there stroking and showing me his cock, so like a butch in heat, I follow. Into the cubicle and I'm on my knees sucking his nice thick straight cock. Going good, I'm working to get his load, when this other dude barges up and in and totally cock blocks me. So he leaves and I'm still hungry!. Pants up walking around again.. then I'm checked out by this slim toned black guy who motions me to follow.. I do, back to the cubicle hall to find him with his 8" thick with a wicked downward hook out and stroking and hard. In no time in on my knees stretching my mouth around his thick anaconda. He's loving it, and soon enough he's shooting his load down the back of my gullet. Yum! Still not satisfied I prowl around a little longer. Well, there's thus short Mexican dude who cruises me, we're standing next to each other and he's groping my ass then he heads into a cubicle motions me over. So on me knees sucking his thick uncut meat. He stands me up, runs his hands over my ass and turns me around. I've already spit lubed my hole so he lines up and slides home. Heaven..I feel his foreskin moving around his hard shaft while he's fucking me, steadily increasing his strokes. Then he shoves in as deep as he can while pulling me onto him as he unloads deep up my guts..he holds there couple of minutes and pulses my hole milking him. Pulls out hands me a napkin zips and leaves... finally satisfied, at least til tomorrow!

I have felt the knot twice. A fuck bud had a friend who raised dogs for fighting (a nasty concept...but basic part of story). He also was training some to fuck humans. First time I went there I just watched the proceedings as a guy got his ass hammered. A few weeks later I was invited back to "help out" with a "demo" (He had some customers in to consider buying one). Anyhow, I had barely stripped and gotten into position when they brought the dog in....and beautiful boxer. That dog was there to fuck and I was hardly prepared. But he mounted me and found my hole like a master. Once he found the mark, he fucked like the animal he was. He blew a load kind of quickly and swelled up his knot to seal the dog cum in my ass. The knot was intense and he was bored. He kept trying to pull off---and seemed to be intent on ripping my asshole out with each movement. Eventually he settled down and we stayed tied for almost 20 minutes. Once his knot was less intensive, he went back to fucking and gave me a second load of puppy seed. A month or two later I got invited back. Another demo, but I was more prepared. The dog this time was not as well trained. It took him some time to find my hole and even longer time to find a way to get his dog prick inside. Once he got hooked up in my ass, he gave me a nice fuck.....compared to the boxer. Actually, for whatever reason (maybe my own preparation) it was a pretty great experience. He started to knot once he flooded my ass with his seed, but never really fully tied into me like the first one. Not sure it is something I need more of, but am glad I experienced that in my past. Would still like to do a donkey show sometime.

fuck man! I HAVE to get to Vermont and get bred like that. Nothing beats the sexual livestock life.

I haven't been on this site for almost a year. Just back from Florida and Puerto Rico wrapped up some Adult Film work. http://www.pervcity.com/sites

I used to live in SLC three t times!! lol;

Looking at your pics just brings out the Big Bad Woolf in me .... lets ride ...

The only acceptable reason to pull out of someone's mouth to shoot is to shove it in their ass.

BB ORGY #9 Hey, Rawboyz! Yesterday was an awesome bb orgy at Club120 in Toronto. I got here at 4:30 (4 PM start) and stayed until 7:30. A lot of bb sex can happen in a 4-hr timeframe! And it did... There were a lot of new face/cocks/asses there which is really great to see and experience. When I put my clothes away in a bag with the coat check guy (he's straight but looks like Chad Kroeger from Nickleback -- WOOF!), I had my eye on a younger tanned guy who locked eyes with me. He's from Belleville, Ontario, about 2 1/2 hours away from Toronto. He wanted to be fucked. So I grabbed a lube packet, spread some the lube in his boyCUNT and some on my daddy dick, and I inserted. I wasn't ready to come yet as I just arrived. But I got his boyCUNT ready for other dicks to explore. The experience felt great. There were 4 slings up on the second floor and guys in them to be fucked. Wow, ready bottoms! Woof! There were couches downstairs if you needed more room and comfort to fuck guys on them. Very thoughtful of the organizers! Some sex was happening there. But mostly, bb sex was happening upstairs. I got sucked a number of times. And i sucked a number of juicy cocks. Also, I managed to fuck a regular fuckbud who already had loads up his ass. It felt FANTASTIC! His ass muscles grabbed on to my dick, and you know what happens after that…. HEHE! The action started to diminish by about 6:30. I guess the adage "cum and go" fits. The whole afternoon was a bareback drop-in, pump-and-dump. Perhaps guys had other stuff to do. But isn't it great to have this type of bb environment in Toronto? It's refreshing and very satisfying for all who participated actively!! Thanks, rawboyz, for reading this! I look forward to reading other bb orgy stories from you, rawboyz!! Happy barebacking! I'm very much looking forward to the end of April bb orgy, same club, same time!!

What a weekend! Friday night horny as fuck. FB to some friends dinner party so nothing there (so I thought). Prepped, lubed, went online and......nothing. Zip. Finally offered a 20-something a "daddy" blowjob. Guy came within a few minutes and that was it. Nice cock and load though, tasted good. Surfed some more but nothing. Was in bed when I got a call from the obviously drunk FB around 01.00. He fucked a load in me in a few minutes, rolled over and fell asleep. Woke up in the morning when he was dressing. He apologized and said he would make up for it that evening. He showed up with a massive bulge in his sweats. Done a bit of cock and ball pumping and it showed. Nothing extreme but his cock was thicker and balls bigger (not that they need that). Wearing a cock ring with ball divider. Made his junk really stand out. Brought some toys with him too: inflatable dildo and p-spot massager (guess he used those on his Ex before, the one who doesn't like anal anymore). First he pumped up my hole with the dildo (a 1st) and then used the massager (had done that before). Damn! Hit my p-spot just right and then turned up the volume to the max. I was leaking pre-cum like crazy. He scooped it up and used it as lube to fuck his first load in me. Loved the thicker cock and bigger balls slapping my ass. I came handsfree while he was plowing me doggy. Back to playing with my hole with the massager and me sucking him. Repeat for about two hours. Came again when he pumped his third load in me. Legs felt like jelly and my hole was sore but damn, he can do this to me anytime again! I never much play with toys because I don't like feel like cleaning just to play with myself but this is fun! Sunday afternoon the 20-something from Friday texted if I wanted to suck him again. Did I? He lasted a bit longer this time and then surprised me by sucking me off as well (not really my thing but I let him). Is he going to be a regular? Horned up I asked FB if he wanted to fuck but he had other obligations. Still, a great weekend for a guy like me.

Last night I was expecting a new guy from Grindr who I had been chatting with for sometime, after 11pm or so he said. I wasn't so sure he would actually show. Anyway, another guy messages me on squirt, who I have met before, a young 30 yr old with a huge thick long cock. I told him no, as I already have someone coming over, after 11, but, he said he could be here and gone before that. So, who am I to pass that up! He comes over, and porn playing in the back ground, I start sucking his cock, which is already rock hard, before he pushes me over the couch, and just rams it in me! I almost literally screamed, as it hurt like hell! But, he didn't care and kept slamming it into my ass! I don't think I have ever been louder! Just as he is about to cum, he pulls out and blasts it all over my face! I would rather have had it in me! So, I lick most of it up and spit a bunch into my fingers, pushing it into my ass! He thanks me, dresses and goes! About 20 min later, the Grindr guy messages me and says he is on his way, so I clean up quickly, and wait for him. He arrives, and is a bit chubby, but a real nice guy, and a nice average sized cock, that I hope to get in me. He questioned me about being d and d free numerous times before, and I had condoms ready in case. He spent a lot of time sucking me, so I was worried he was just into my cock, but, did suck him for awhile too, all pretty hot! He then laid on his back, and I sat above him, and yes! He started poking it at my ass, and I took the hint, and slid it in! It felt so so good! Rode him for awhile then slid off, sucking him for a bit again, tasting previous guys cum all over his cock! Moved above him again, and he slid right back in! I rode him sliding up and down, gripping his balls, until he told me he was going to cum if I didn't stop. Oh, I wasn't going to stop! I starting riding harder, and he said he is going to have to cum in me! Well, he moaned himself, and I pushed him in deep, as his cock unloaded in me! I came seconds later, shooting my cum all over myself and him! It was so so hot! Afterwards, we sat and talked for a bit, then he left What a hot night for a small town!

I knew I was a whore when I started licking the cum off the floor of my high school locker room toilets...

“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!)

You ever have an itch while you're sleeping that you try to ignore because if you scratch it you're not going to be asleep anymore, and all you want is desperately to stay asleep? Well, the itch on my neck made me lose that battle, and as I raised an arm, perfectly happy to remain sleeping on my side, my fingers reached up to appease the itch. My fingers instead hit a iron collar. Now I know why I wanted to remain asleep. What day was this? Day six, or was it already a full week I'd been here? The drugs make it hard to keep track. I could hear rustling in the camp, the occupants stirring in their trailers. The worn planks that made up this shed throw slivers of early morning light through the cracks. I sensed Young John, several years younger than me, next to the door. His foot crunches are a lot lighter than Old John's who you could hear barreling at you a mile away. You could see a long stream of piss puddling by the door, see steam rising from it. A fist bangs on the planks. "Git up, fuckhole," he says sleepily. He's not without compassion, but every day I see less and less of it. "Daddy wants more wood split for the furnace.” He yawns then pounds again. “Git up, college. He wants it pronto." I'm reluctant to climb down from the make-shift bunk above the stacked wood. Once my feet hit the dirt floor I'm back in this hell hole of a reality. I stall by examining my right arm. I'd been branded by Old John by the furnace, more out of clumsiness than intent—we were all high. After several days it's still blistered badly, yellowish scab bubbles on burnt purple skin. It's ugly, but what isn't at Camp Methlab. It's better than yesterday but that's not saying much. It still hurts like a motherfucker but I can move my arm without it stinging all to hell. I'm down off the stacked wood, and slipping on thin canvas shoes, the only shoes they left me. It's cold only wearing Young John's cast down Fruit of the Loom t-shirt and underwear. What at one time was white is now dirty and threadbare, hardly covering my ass but giving me a fig leaf of modesty among the clothed men in camp. It’s also tight since Young John is smaller than me. The crotch is permanently pee-stained and the butt had ingrained skid marks that, thankfully, have lost their smell. I think Young John is a bit embarrassed seeing me in them, especially because he's wearing my clothes. When I come out of the shed, Young John has on my new red polo shirt over his mud-crusted camouflage pants. (Don’t wear red, pops in my brain.) I'm not really a big guy, but Young John's arms look like twigs coming out of my sleeves. He’s got all the collar buttons buttoned to the top and looks pretty geeky. I would have recommended a size smaller if he'd have asked me. Young John's just finishing his piss when he swings his impressive snake over my canvas shoes and pisses on them. "Sorry, college. Didn't see you standing there." I stare at him masking most of my anger. "What's that, face fuck? I didn't quite pick that up." He sees I'm not going to start something with him, but I don't forgive him either. "Yeah, I didn't think so. Well, what are you lookin' at? Nothin' you haven't been suckin’ on all week," meaning his long skinny tool. "Yonder’s the ax. Git busy. Chop chop." The shoes squish in the mud on the way to the wood pile. You can imagine they were warm a second ago, now they’re getting cold. With a swing of the ax I use my anger to wheel the ax into a log, crack it in half, and then half it again. I picture Young John's little brown mop of a head in front of me and drive the blade through his imagined skull. First, though, there's the matter to settle with Old John. His is the head I'd most like to split open. Except then there's also goateed Gary, the bald bullet-headed chemist, probably the nastiest and scariest of this backwoods’ crew. Well, next to the disgusting cow, Dwayne, that is, their assault weapon specialist. Fat turd was the first to slam me and the first to get me to suck him off, which dominoed to, well, this neck collar. I wish I could just snap, run amok with the ax, splitting skulls right and left, running screaming down the mountainside, to the road, to civilization, but honestly I don't know if I could find my way back. Also, I'd never get to hack apart my first victim, not with how armed this camp is. You don't run a meth lab in the back woods and go light on firearms. Goatee Gary, lanky in a baggy Black Sabbath shirt, boots and green army pants, comes out of his trailer smoking a Marlboro. He shifts his assault rifle higher on his shoulder, makes a kissy face at me. I bring down the ax on a log with his face on it. I line up another log and swing with all the frustration I have, cracking it in two. I right the half log and cut it open like I would his bullet-head. This focus lets me control my anger, zeroing in on the here and now, not feeling the burn on my arm, not feeling the heavy collar, not looking at any particular point in the future, which only leaves the past to contemplate. And I contemplate the shit out of it. But the past has no escape routes, no loopholes, only leads back to the iron loop around my neck. Only sockets and screws clamping together my collar for the time being. If I'm not careful, their next threat: the soldering gun. Permanence with no chance of ever coming off. *** The GPS says there a short-cut to Route 7. I've never seen it on Google maps but the GPS lady is swearing that if I take the next right I'll cut straight through the Glastenbury Mountains rather than having to circumnavigate around them. That'll easily take an hour off the drive back to Rangeley College. From my parents' house in Salem Mass it's a four hour drive. Funny, that house; though I grew up in it, it no longer feel like home. My dorm feels like home now. I was actually bored over spring break and wanted to get back to my roommates, especially one in particular. Zack, our soccer team's hunky goalie. An hour sooner to see him—and "see" is definitely not the most accurate verb to use in conjunction with Zack. It's worth chancing what the GPS lady promises. I pass a reservoir and spot an eagle nesting in a tree. It launches from its branch as the Miata rumbles past. It's huge; the wingspan’s enormous. I doubt I would have seen that on the main highway, I think to myself. The road turns to dirt, but it's hard-packed and the sports car has no trouble maneuvering over it. It takes the dips and turns in stride. In fact, it's a more enjoyable ride than whole first part of the trip. An hour of this, and then another hour on Route 7 and I'll be slipping Zack's knickers right off his dark, hairy legs before dinner. The afternoon sun's getting lower and the shadows are long on the road. The woods are thick and the GPS lady now warns of a turn up ahead. As it comes into view I skid to a stop. It's a smaller road and I feel this can't be right. On the GPS it doesn't look like I'll be on this road for long. The map shows that after a few miles it opens back up to a larger road. I can't help frowning as I turn down this smaller lane having my doubts. It climbs for a stretch and then levels out next to a steep cliff to the right of the car. Trees scale dramatically down one side and on the other climb upward to a peak I can't see the top of. It's winding more and I slow my pace cautiously managing to stay straight in the center of the road. Then there's the matter of the moose. I hit the brakes and slide to a dusty stop. Jesus, fuck, it's big. Towers on the road. It's like if you took a horse and put another horse on top of it. Its antlers are as broad as my car is long. It's not moving and it looks angry. I've read that many of the moose in the area, because of the warmer than usual winters, are infested with ticks. Usually the snow and sub-zero temperatures kill the ticks off, but lately it hasn't been cold enough. Many of the moose population have been driven mad. They’re not like the deer population who groom one another. These are solitary creature, and solitary in their madness. If any moose looked crazy-mad, it's this one. I think its snorting nostrils are challenging the Miata. I don't know Moose-speak to demonstrate that the Miata is just a harmless little baby moose, and just wants to go on its merry way. The moose lowers its antlers. They're the frickin’ size of a picnic table and it’s aiming for my hood. Not ever having encountered this situation before, I honk my horn. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard a Miata’s horn, but if a baby moose had a cry the Miata’s horn would sound exactly like that. The mad moose shows no mercy and rams my hood with brutal force. The front end crumbles but is still running. Fight or flight, I think, and put the car in first, move forward, then shift immediately into second, and gun the car as fast as I can into the moose’s long knobby legs. I'm instantly caught in its antlers. It’s pushing me backwards while the car’s wheels spin in the dirt. The Miata juts backwards in fits and starts, and the moose pushes and crushes me and the Miata over the bank of the road. Dust is flying all over, which I’m sure is gratifying to the big bull. The animal’s snorts, bows his head once more and hooks the front end and lifts the engine into the air. I gun the motor again, and a sickly clanking, screeching and sputter comes from under the chassis. It's no contest. The moose easily takes the Miata off the road. I'm quickly traversing backward, then sliding sideways through the forest. If not for a line of birches, I'd be tumbling down the entire mountain. As it is I crunch to a sickening silent stop twenty yards down the mountain. I look up at the moose who's looking down the mountain at me. The moose appears satisfied that it’s cleared the road of its young challenger, and trots victorious down the lane. Five minutes pass, then ten. Making certain the moose is not coming back—I'm literally shaking from the encounter—I quietly unlatch my seatbelt. I pop the door on the uphill side and carefully gets out of the damaged car. Once I scramble up to level ground I take out my phone and after checking for moose, check for signal bars. There are none. It's deadly quiet. If I strain I can hear the clomping of the moose far down the road but that's it. Eventually even the clopping goes away and it's only me and small whispering leaves through the trees. I hold the phone up in different directions, hoping for some other result but get the same reading. My backpack is in the car on the passenger seat. I scuttle down to the wreck, reach in and grab it. I check out the sun and figure I've still got a couple of hours of daylight. If I'm fast I might get to where the road branches out to the larger thoroughfare, maybe run across some people who can help. I'm walking for about an hour on the road. It's very calm, a big contrast from the previous hour. Trees here are thin but the land is thickly populated with them. Tall hemlock, wide sugar maple, groves of golden and white birch, a random wild apple tree. I'm trying to distract myself with the forest surroundings so I don't think about a paper I'm in the middle of writing for contemporary history. It traces these Glastenbury Mountains. I'm a dual History/English major, in my junior year. I could never decide which I loved more so I chose both subjects, the interplay between New England history and its mystery writers: Steven King, sure, but way back to Edgar Allen Poe, Henry James, and my favorite, H.P. Lovecraft. He wrote one of the first science fiction stories, about an alien living in a farmhouse, even before there was a name for the genre. It wasn’t too far from here—the farmhouse. Except it was a made up story. There are no aliens as far as I know, but there are other things just as creepy. I guess being born in Salem my DNA has the witch trials carved into it, the fear of unbound nature and a natural fear of others seen from early settler's perspective. Puritans, the religiously persecuted, the sexually repressed. Then there are the generations that have come through these parts, built farms, abandoned them, assimilated farther and farther west. That mound of rocks right there could have been part of a stone fence separating two farms. Maybe the farmers didn’t like each other. Maybe their kids were in love and ran off in the dead of night. Maybe those kids were two boys. No way of telling two hundred years later. It looks like just a pile of white rocks. No, while the shadows are growing very long now, I'm trying not to think of a paper I'm in the middle of writing about Middie Rivers, a very experienced hunter and trapper, who in the fall of 1945 was leading a hunting party through this same forest and disappeared. He was 74 and grew up in one of the old logging camps knowing every leaf and twig in this forest. And though his party made it back, he didn't. My unfinished paper tracks a spate of disappearances in the last mid-century: Paula Weldon, a freshman co-ed from Bennington College who disappeared on a walk on the Appalachian Trail in December of 1946; a small boy, Paul Jepson, all of 8, vanished from the back of his mother's pickup truck in October of 1950 on a road leading into the forest; also in 1950, Frieda Langer, fifty-three, separated from her cousin, never made it back to their camp. One weird thing they all had in common? They all wore red when they disappeared. Guess the color of the Izod shirt I’m wearing? And those disappearances are not even counting all the hunters from the nineteen-forties like Carl Herrick in 1943, right up to the trio that went missing in the nineteen-eighties. You wonder why hunters keep coming here. Yes, this is what I'm trying not to think about. I'm going to conclude the paper with the reason for the disappearances could be explained by wild animals—bear, catamount, wild boar—but that idea doesn't quite set me as ease as I scan between trees off the road. I really need to step up the pace if I want to be in a safe space by dark. I've got another hour of daylight when I spot a chain between two trees. There's a logging road behind the chain and up the road there's a guy who looks about my age, in camouflage army shorts and a tank top, waving from a rock. He's young, dark mop in bowl cut, pretty skinny if I can judge accurately from this far away. He has a rifle slung over his shoulder, nothing alarming considering he quite likely a hunter, maybe from around here. "You looking' for someone?" he calls down to me. His voice sounds young even though it registers deep. It cracks a little like he still has one foot in puberty. "Car got totaled by a moose," I call up the hill. I see a smile and sense he’s friendly. I start walking up toward him. "You don't have a phone, do you?" "What, on me?" He laughs at the notion, padding down his many pants pockets. "Let me just check. Nope, must’ve forgotten my telephone in my other pants." I know he's making fun of me, but mischievously, not maliciously. He's smoking a cigarette trying to portray toughness, but his eyes sparkle in amusement and betray his good nature. His face alternates between puckishness and a leprechaun. Since I'm closer I see he's got a gap tooth smile, which he flashes easily. After the recent events it’s a sight I’m happy to see. "A moose? That's pretty fucked up, friend. Where'd it happen?" "Maybe a couple of miles back. I'm trying to get back to the main road." I point the direction I'm heading. “Any idea how far it might be that way?" "Ain't nothing that way. Dead ends at Deer Lick Creek. Good fishin' but cross it, it just cuts straight up some cliffs. Couple miles both direction." I'm going over my options, steering my mind away from option 1-despair, option 2-panic, option 3-shit my pants. "Guess I should head back to my car and spend the night. Hike out in the morning. Don’t mean to sound all despondent. Just never been in this situation." "Nah, man, you don't have to do that." He jumps off his rock. He's cute, shorter than I thought, and though he’s slim, his arms are sinewy, small ropes of muscle over milk white skin. Aside from his gap front teeth, he's got a firm, straight brow, keen brown eyes that droop a little in a sweet way. I like him, and if I can judge by his tooth-gapped grin, he likes me back. "You c'mon back with me to camp. Posse's out hunting. Back tomorrow most likely. You can head out in the morning and hike out of the forest by the afternoon.” He waves up the mountain side for me to follow, and turns quickly around. “Caught me this rabbit this morning. We can share it. You college?" I see the rabbit tied to his pants. My options, I'm thinking in my head, are limited. I nod that yes, I am college, grinning stupidly at him. "Hey, college, you ever drunk moonshine?" His thoughts are breezy and flutter continually across his face. I sense not having the "posse" around makes him happy. I’m thinking maybe he’s also a little touched. "Nah, never. Moonshine? Seriously?" I pluck out a couple of opening bars on a pretend banjo, imitating the Deliverance song: "Bud-dah-bing-ga bing-ga bing-ga bing." I see he has no idea was I'm going on about, and I immediately abandon the hillbilly mockery. I suddenly feel protective of him. He seems more innocent than anything else, like maybe visitors are rare and he wants to impress me with his rabbit-catching skills. I don't know. I just don't want to spoil things being all jaded city-slicker and shit. I picture being home at my dorm, sitting on my bed telling my suite-mates about this adventure. The moose, this forest kid I met, the long arduous hike back to the main highway. I imagine Miles, our cynical queen of the suite, pressing me after I describe Young John, raising an eyebrow, if I got in the cute little Appalachian boy's pants. "And how!" I picture myself saying, sticking out my lascivious tongue to my friends, seeing that Zach’s jealous, and tackling him back on the bed. I watch Young John’s cute little bubble butt scramble up the hill, looking back repeatedly to make sure I'm still following him. ***

One of the absolutely HOTTEST things that's ever happened to me just happened. I can't fuckin' believe it. Reading back on this story, now that I've typed it, it sounds like a porn movie, but no, it just happened to me. I may be getting old and stupid in my old age, but still I'm a horn dog at heart. And I occasionally get myself into some pretty risky situations. Last night, I posted on Craigslist that I wanted to get tag fucked by a group of black men this week. These tag fucks are not easy to set up. But, I've had several really successful ones in the past. It's been awhile since my last group fuck. And I was hoping I could somehow set one up while I'm home on vacation, this week. I placed the ad and I got a few replies that didn't lead anywhere. A lot of the typical crap you get from the CL game players. But, one of the replies I got on KIK was from a heavyset, 23 year old black kid that had seen my ad. He looked kind of cute in his pic. He was trying to appear kind of thuggish. But he was looking a little too cute to really pull it off. He shared some pics of his cock with me. As well as a video of him jacking off. He was showing about 6"s of uncut black dick, covered with very ample foreskin. We chatted back and forth on KIK for a few hours last night. He told me that he could host at his condo at noon on Monday. I asked if he lived with family or had roommates? I knew the area he lived in. It's a very nice middle class area. I didn't think a young kid his age could afford to live in that area alone. He told me he lived with his Dad. His Mom and Dad were divorced. And he had moved from Los Angeles to Las Vegas to live with his Dad about a year ago. I said, "What would your Dad do if he caught us fucking?" He said, "He'd probably fuck you, too. LOL". "Yeah, right. You're joking, right"? "Nope, my Dad fucks me", Antone said. "But, he'll probably be at work. He wouldn't care, anyway". I'm thinking this kid is just pulling my leg and fuckin' with me. In fact, now I'm disappointed. He's obviously another CL flake that's just playin' with me. He's not serious about hooking up. I said to him, "Send me a pic of your Dad". Antone sends a couple of pics of a very good looking black man that appears to be in his mid 40's. One of the pics is even a pic of this same black guy fucking some chick. And another one of the same chick sucking his BBC. I'm skeptical that these are really pics of his Dad. I'm thinking that it's probably just a pics of some handsome black guy he found on the internet to send me. I'm still not believing him. But, Antone had gotten me very turned on with his messages and his pics. So, against my better judgement, we confirm that I'm going to come to his condo at noon the next day. I'm nervous as hell, driving the 30 minutes to his condo. This kid is young. Just 23. I'm still not sure if what he's telling me about his Father is true or not? Is he just messing with me? I've had a few really scary encounters with strangers I've set up from Craigslist, in the past. I'm wondering if I'm stepping into something that I shouldn't be? Will his dad show up and beat the shit out of me, because I'm having sex with his son? Is the kid even really 23? He looks young in his pic. Should I ask to see his ID to see if he's legal age, before we get naked? My mind was racing with all the scary possibilities that I could be putting myself into. But, the pics of his beautiful, young, hard black dick were just too much for me to resist. I needed to taste that foreskin of his. I wanted his cock in my ass. And I wanted his load of cum in me. As nervous and apprehensive as I was about this, there I was driving to his Father's home to have sex with this kid. I finally arrive at his condo, right on time. The gate code he's given me works. I find the correct building, I park and climb the stairs to their second floor condo. I'm literally shaking as I ring the doorbell. Antone answers the door and brings me inside. "Are we alone", I ask? "No. Dad's here. He's working the late shift tonight. But he's cool with it. He knows why you're here. He told me to have fun", Antone tells me with a wink and a smile. "Seriously? Where is he?". "He's in his room, on his computer. Don't freak. He's totally cool with it", Antone said. Now, I'm really shaking. This is just too freaky. But, I follow Antone back to his bedroom. He closes the door and begins to kiss me. We begin to undress each other as we kiss. He's already hard as I pull his sweatpants open. Once naked, we climb on the bed and end up in a 69 position. Sucking each other. Then we change positions and I begin to eat his ass. He's moaning loudly as I slide my tongue into him. "Shhhhhh...... Your Dad will hear", I whisper to him. Antone laughs. "You're such a freakout. Cool the fuck down, man...", he chuckles. We switch positions again. I'm now on my hands and knees and Antone begins to eat my ass. The kid is great at rimming. He keeps spitting on my hole, then sliding the spit up into me with his tongue. Then I feel him kneel behind me and put his cock up to my ass. He grabs me around the waist and begins to slide up in me. He's lubed me up well with all his spit. He slides into me quite easily. The horny kid immediately starts to pound my ass, hard. The slapping sound of our bodies is loud and the bedframe is squeaking and hitting the wall as he pounds me. I'm still feeling nervous that his Dad is literally in the next room as his son fucks me. Since this kid is only 23, and judging from the pic, I'm a hell of a lot older than the Dad. But, the fuck feels great. I always have my trusty popper bottle in hand, and I take a few sniffs and try to relax into the fuck. I'm feeling so weird. This strange mixture of excitement and fear. I'm still nervous as hell. But the kid knows what he's doing. He may be young, but he knows how to fuck. He keeps pushing me into different positions. I'm finally face down, flat on the bed. My face buried in the pillow as he slams into me. Suddenly I hear, "How's his ass feel, Antone?" "Nice, Dad. Real nice". I pull my face up off the pillow and turn my head towards the voice at the bedroom door. Antone's Father is standing at the doorway. Completely naked. He's close to 6' tall. About 250 lbs. He's got a football player's build. A nice looking guy in his mid 4'0's. Carrying some extra weight. But looking very handsome and strong. He's got a long, thick cock hanging between his legs and large balls hanging behind it. His muscular chest and abs are covered in hair. But his cock and balls are shaved smooth. My heart is racing. I'm paralyzed with fear. I look at the Father with shock and fear in my eyes. I can't even form words to say anything to him. Anonte just keeps pounding my ass. His Dad moves to the side of the bed. "Over here, Fag. You need a black dick stuffed in your mouth, too. Antone told me you like black dick. So, here's some more black dick for your faggot mouth", he says. Antone pulls out of my ass and I slowly crawl to the edge of the bed. I'm on my hands and knees as I take the Father's limp cock in my mouth and begin to suck. Antone climbs behind me and again slides his cock back into me. The Dads cock slowly begins to grow in my mouth. His cock soon has grown to I'm guessing about 8" thick inches. His cockhead is covered in loose foreskin. There's a nice bit of cheese under the foreskin. It's sweet, salty and pungent. I suck and gently chew on the foreskin. And then he holds my head and fucks my mouth. "You done good, kid. He looks like a good fuck". "Try him, Dad. His ass is nice and wet". Antone pulls out and they change positions. The Dad now climbs behind me as Antone puts his cock up to my lips. I saw the Dad's fully hard cock as he pulled from my mouth and climbed behind me on the bed. And I know I'm going to need some more poppers to be able to take him. It's big, thick and rock hard. I sniff deeply in both nostrils a couple of times as I feel the Dad slam up into me in one, merciless thrust. I let out an audible gasp as he impales me with his giant cock. Then I wrap my lips around Anton's cock and he begins to fuck my face, as his father fucks my ass. Grunts, moans and growls are coming from all 3 of us as the two of them abuse my holes. They switch positions a couple of times. Finally, Antone is fucking me as he growls and yells out, "Oh, Fuck! I'm coming"....!!! He thrusts into me and empties his balls in my ass. He continues to slowly fuck me as he pumps his last drops into me. Then he pulls out quickly and slaps my ass as his Father pulls from my mouth and climbs back on the bed, crawling behind me. He rams his cock back into me and shows no mercy as he pummels my ass with his monster cock. His son's cum in my ass provided some much needed lube. He slid inside me much smoother and easier this time. His thrusts were hard and deep. His son put his cock back up to my lips to clean off with my mouth. I taste his cum and my ass on his cock that was still hard as a rock. His Dad then pulled out of me. He grabbed me by the legs and pulled me as he said, "Get on your back, Fag". I complied and rolled onto my back in the center of the queen sized bed. The Dad lifted my legs and Antone throws one of the pillows up under my ass, as I sniffed the poppers. The Dad positioned himself at my hole and slammed his cock back into me. I let out a grunt as he slid balls deep, back into me. Antone climbed back on the bed and squatted over my face. He spread his asscheeks and lowered his hole to my mouth. I licked and ate his sweet ass. I could hear Antone and his Dad kissing as I ate his ass and his Dad fucked mine. The Dad's thrusts became even more brutal as he neared climax. Soon he grunted and slammed into me as his cock exploded in my guts. He was growling and grunting and swearing as his load emptied into me. Antone had been stroking his cock as I ate his hole. All of a sudden I felt Antone's hot cum cover my stomach. The little fucker had shot a second load onto me. The Dad pulled out of me. "Clean up this mess, Antone", he chuckled as he climbed off the bed. Antone leaned forward and licked his own cum from my stomach. Then he crawled around me and lifted my legs. He licked his Father's and his own cum from my gaping asshole. His Dad stepped up alongside us as he and Antone kissed again. Antone feeding his Father the load he had just licked up. Without a word, Antone's Father left the room and closed the door behind him. I stared in silence at Antone. Then we both broke into laughter. "Holy FUCK!", I said. "What the hell just happened?" Antone was also laughing. "Yeah, it freaks guys out. But, I told you it was all cool. You didn't need to be so nervous." "Have you and your Dad been fucking a long time", I asked? "Yeah. Like, forever. He's been fuckin' me....well.......since my Mom left us. And that was a long time ago. And some of his buds have fucked when they all have been drinkin' together. Now, I'm the one sharing my buds with him. LOL. Kind of funny, huh?." Antone said. "Is your Dad gay?" I asked?" "Ahhh.. Fuck, no!!! He likes pussy. He brings girls home all the time to fuck. Mostly white chicks. They love his cock. He works at one of the Big Casino's. He's always bringin' girls back that he's met at the hotel. He ain't had a steady girlfriend for awhile. But, he'll pretty much fuck anything. He's just a horny fucker. Like me, I guess." Antone chuckled. "There's some bitch in his bed, getting pounded, all the time. Once in awhile he'll even have some guy show up here that he'll fuck. I don't think it matters to him. He just likes to fuck. He's had me fuck some of the chicks and the guys he's brought home with him. But, I think I prefer the guys he brings home. The chicks can be kind of skanky lookin', if you know what I mean?" Antone said, with a laugh. I finish dressing and Antone walks me to the door. As we enter the living room, his Dad is sitting on the sofa. Still naked. Smoking a cigarette. "So, how's that pussy of yours feeling after two black dicks and two loads of cum in you?'' he asked? Smiling a devilish smile. "Feels great! Thanks for the fuck. I'm Dave, by the way", I say as I walk to the door. "Walter. Walt, actually", he says. "Well, thank you, Walt and thank you, Antone. This was pretty amazing". We all three chuckle as Antone lets me out the door. I couldn't wait to get home to write this all down. It still doesn't seem real or possible. I just messaged Antone back and told him I wanted to organize a big tag team party at a motel later this month. I wanted him and his Dad to be part of it to seed my ass. Antone replied back that they'd both be there. I hope his Dad will bring some of his buddies. God! I love living in Las Vegas! Living here really brings the PIG out in me.

I have gone to it 4 times and it is an awesome weekend and well worth the trip. Nothing like breeding a mare while it is tied up and blinders on.

Just found out Nate tested POZ today. He came to us with his Buddy Ethan for a breeding session. But cried when I pumped my load into him even after he begged for every inch and begged me to breed him like a dog in heat. Now I am waiting to see if Ethan test Poz as well or not. Some cum dumps need more than one breeding session. If he needs another session I will rip him wide open with NO lube and pound his hole deep hard and rough. Nate and Ethan both have there photos posted on my page/gallery from back on 1/21/2017 Congrats Nate come see me and we can swap cum loads

After taking 12 loads this guy comes and says can you take one more. Of coarse I can , then he pulls out his dick that is HUGE at least 11X7 and could he fuck. He spent almost an hour in my hole then shot this load like he was pissing in me but it was pure cum. Some thought I was neg. and chasing, this is a good reasion not to get a Poz tattoo.

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Glad that you've got more hot dirty bug-chasing times coming for Kevin, versbbguy. I've shot loads of sweet cum reading and re-reading this hot story! Looking forward to more soon!

Game Quest: Part 12 An expected visitor Getting back to my senses, I backed away from my boy’s fuck hole. He was definitely crying, but the doorbell was ringing so I quickly grabbed a rag to wipe the boy’s cunt slime off my cock and went upstairs to confirm who was hanging on my doorbell. I arrived at the door, sweaty and spent, looked out the sidelight and saw, as expected, my friend Mark. I opened the door, and said “Jesus, what’s the rush?” Mark responded, “I got your vid, and was worried you might have gotten cold feet about pozzing the boy, so figured you would be needing my services to ‘prime’ up his hole.” My old friend stepped in, he was dressed as he always was, in his leather biker jacket, jeans and a white t-shirt that did nothing anymore to hide his 60-year-old belly. “Super-gifter to the rescue”, I laughed and said mockingly. “But my seed is brewing in his gut as we speak.” “Nice,” he said. “Welcome to the club. You get your blood work back?” “Ya”, I said. “475K VL, and 210 CD4.” “Sweet,” he said, “good and potent for a neg hole.” “What about you?” I asked. “I heard you were having some issues.” “Doc said my meds weren’t suppressing the virus very well and higher doses were starting to fuck with my liver, so I’m off meds now.” “For how long?” I inquired, knowing full well he never took them regularly. He enjoyed gifting too much. “Dunno,” he responded. “Doc doesn’t seem to think they’ll work much anyway.” He broke the small silence and said, “Well enough about that, I’m ready to breed! Where’s the boy?” “Downstairs on the bench,” I added. “Hmm,” he said. “The bench is back in business!” He snickered. “Let’s get it rocking then!” I said as I turned to head toward the basement. Without thinking, I brought up the cum rag to wipe the sweat from my forehead, when Mark grabbed my arm and stopped me. Looking at the rag, he said, “Looks like you got him good a fertile.” I looked down at the rag, and saw in the yellow ass slime, a few bright red spots. “Good job!” Mark exclaimed. “Glad to see you back in the game. Mind if I use your shower?” He added abruptly. “I came straight from work.” “I wouldn’t worry about that,” I told him. “He’s bit on the dirty side. Low self-esteem, bad hygiene” I wouldn’t bother showering. He needs to get used to stuff like that anyway.” Looking at the rag again, I smiled, looked at Mark, and gestured towards the door to the cellar.

Thinking of booking a sleazy hotel room at the Hotel Pennsylvania in midtown to take anon cock and cum all day and night, either tonight or tomorrow night, the room is cheap and im feeling slutty AF

Game Quest: Part 6 “Now there, wasn’t that easy. Go on and cry, Daddy’s here to help you. If you want to be a little cumdump, I promise there’s nothing that’s going to stop you, and Daddy’s going to help you make it happen.” His sobbing calmed down a bit, and he started to breathe a little more steadily. The tears that had built up inside his blindfold now soaked through the leather and glistened beautifully on the rubber suite where they landed. I caressed his puffy and swollen face and said to him, “I want you to call your mother, and tell her that you will be gaming with friends tonight and won’t be home. Do you understand?” His voice was nothing more than a whisper and he said “I understand Sir, but my mother is never home on weekends, and doesn’t care anyway.” Encouraged at this revelation, I said, “I see, but I want you to leave a message in her voice mail anyway telling her that your busy playing a game with some new friends, and that you’ll let her know when you’ll be home. Ok?” “Yes Sir,” he said. “Is the game over?” He then asked blindly trying to direct the question to where I was in the playroom. “No boy,” I said, “it’s only just beginning.” I went back upstairs and fished the phone out of his jeans and brought it back down stairs. “What’s her name?” I asked my new plaything. “Mary,” he responded, starting to get more uncomfortable in his bonds. I found her contact information, and hit dial, then listened to it ring into voicemail. Her voice was trashy and raspy, when it finished, I put the phone to the boy’s ear, and he left the message I instructed. “Good boy” I said encouragingly, then I turned it off, removed the chip, and put it in a lockbox on the work bench.

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.”

Breederjock you are Next on my list to be breed and used as a slutty cum dump by me and my boy as well as the same guy's that just breed Kris. Are you ready Boy??????? This is the last time I ask you after this I will remove you from my list and move on never to give you the chance again to be breed by me and my boy

I'm obsessed with this story. I open my notifications daily hoping to read more adventures of the slut Adam and the beautiful Black Gods Paul and Brandon, who now own his Tina Hole!!!

Hi, Rawboyz! Another installment of Club120's Monthly BB Orgies... Well, it's March and back to 2 bb orgies at Club120 in Toronto. The next bb orgy is scheduled to happen on Sun., March 26 from 4 to 8 PM. After the loads from yesterday, I asked myself whether I had it in me to go today. I'm glad I did. New guys with new dicks and asses to explore! I got there around 4:30. The action was just beginning. The usual -- rimming, suck, and fucking on 2 floors of a downtown Toronto gay bar. I got fucked a couple of times. No loads though. But it's ok. I saw the object of my desire -- a 29 yr old Italian who I've fucked and deposited a load in him. He's a bottom and already knows me and how to pleasure me. I thought after yesterday I didn't have any more cum left. But I did. About 5 minutes into him sucking me, I managed to plant a load in his boyCUNT. He was very happy, and so was I. Today they installed a 4th sling, 2 on each side of the bar. People were using them. I didn't see any piss play in either washroom. I did fuck about a half dozen hole. I was a bit sensitive still from yesterday at Steamworks Toronto. A well deserved rest tonight after all that good sex. I'm sure Scruff and Grindr will be pinging during the week. More bb sex in-between the 2 bb orgy dates. It'll be 3 weeks until the next orgy. Free donations of daddy cum here at my place... Happy barebacking to all!

Although my chasing activities have slowed a bit, the "POZ CLOCK" in my head keeps ticking louder. Trying to avoid being to hyper, but being vigilant for any signs I am converting. Head says the deed is done, body has not confirmed.

B/F switched drugs a month ago to Genvoya, got his first month's test and he's still undetectable. He fucks me almost every day raw and rough and I"m still neg. Some days I wish I'd catch it, most days glad I haven't but getting fucked by a poz guy, even undetectable is the best sex and the best sex fantasy I've ever had.

I was on the road for work and very horny. I fired up Grindr and after a few minutes connected with a hot young 22 year old twink. Being 50, a little overweight, greying and some facial hair, I don't usually connect with the younger crowd but tonight was different. After chatting and swapping pics, I was definitely interested in this young top and his 8+ inches of meat. He only played safe, which was OK with me. I had lube and poppers, he would bring the condoms and meet in my hotel lobby. I went down to meet him and was very happy. He was the guy in the pictures and a hot little number. We went up to my room and quickly disrobed. After making out passionately with him, I dropped to my knees and started sucking that thick pole. I took about half of it in my mouth and slowly worked it to hardness, alternately licking his balls and groin, then back up to his shaft. When he was completely hard and ready, he asked if I was ready to fuck. I pulled off his cock and smiled at him. He wanted me bent over the end of the bed to fuck me from behind, and I only hesitated to reach for the lube and hand it to him. He grabbed a condom and put it on, opened the lube and squirted some onto my hole. He threw the lube on the bed beside me while working a few fingers into my hole to prepare me for his thick cock. After removing his fingers, he placed the head of his cock against my hole and slowly added pressure until my rosebud relented and allowed the head through. He kept pushing until he had buried that monster deep inside my ass to the hilt. I groaned and tried to relax, but his cock was massive in my hole. It had been 6 months since I had last bottomed, and this was more cock than I had taken in years. After a few minutes to get used to his shaft, he started slowly pumping his cock into me. Slow short strokes increased in length until he was long dicking me. The feeling was intense, stretching out my hole and filling me, and had me moaning and squirming for more. I groaned "God, this feels amazing." He replied by asking "Do you like this young cock in your daddy ass?" to which I could only reply "Fuck yeah! Give me that boy cock." The pace of fucking increased as the talk definitely made him hotter. So I upped the ante with "That's it, Son. Fuck your daddy." He slowed a bit and asked if I had sons, and if I let them fuck me. I replied "I only have daughters, but if I did have a son, I would want him to fuck me like you are doing right now." He slowed further and leaned forward putting his chest on my back, barely moving his cock inside me now. Did I go too far? Did I push him somewhere that took him off his game? Did I ruin this amazing fuck mid stream? He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear "I wish you were my father." I replied "Me too, but it wouldn't be like this." He asked "What do you mean?" I said "If you were my son, there would be nothing between us. Complete trust and openness. Personal, emotional, and sexually open. My son would never need a condom, as we would be completely natural and trusting together. And yes, I wish you were my son too." He hugged me, continuing to stroke into my ass slowly, and stood back up. After about 10-15 thrusts, he pulled out and grabbed the bottle of lube. He flicked it open and applied a little more to my hole with his fingers. After a few seconds, I again felt his cock rubbing against my hole and prepared for him to push inside me again. As his cock head passed my anal ring and his cock slid into me, I saw his hand move up past my shoulder and in front of me. He opened his fist and dropped his condom onto the bed near my face. He said "Nothing between us. Is this what you wanted?" He buried his raw cock inside me and held it there, awaiting my response. "Yes Son. Skin to skin is the only way family should be. Natural and raw." He started slowly working his cock back and forth in my ass and it felt amazing. "That's it, Son. My cock gave you life, now give me your cock so we can both live." He was eating it up, and started really fucking my ass with abandon, long dicking me like a pro. I heard a change in his breathing pattern and he started shortening his strokes. I knew he was getting close. I reached back and touched his hips, and felt his raw cock pistoning in and our of my ass. He was ready to blow. I cried out "That's it, Son. Cum inside your Daddy. Give me that load. Daddy wants your cum, baby." That put him over the edge, and he started cumming. He pushed his cock deep into my ass and spasmed with each shot. I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he delivered his load inside me. As his cock subsided, he fell forward again onto my back. He hugged me, and quietly asked "Did I do good, Dad?" My reply was "Yes, Son, you did just fine. You make me proud to be your father." He was silent, but I could feel a little wetness where his face was resting on my shoulder. I could feel a few shudders as he tried to hold back the tears unsuccessfully and hugged me tight. After a few minutes, he rose off my back and slowly pulled his cock out of my hole. I clamped down to keep his juice inside me a bit longer. I turned to face him and we hugged, holding each other silently for a few more minutes. Finally we parted and he had a content smile on his face. "Thank you. That meant more to me than you know." I smiled, kissed him, and we got cleaned up silently. He dressed, and we hugged again before he left my room. Sometimes we hook up to get off. Sometimes we scratch and itch that fills a desire. And sometimes we touch each others lives in ways we never intended. I got an amazing fuck and a huge load from a hot twink with a huge cock. And maybe I helped someone chase away some of their personal demons along the way. I win either way, but it kind of felt good to help him deal with his own issues too.

Had my buddy slam me at his place and then found a monster bbc to come over. He had my ass up waiting in my jock for him with my head down and kinda by the wall. He starts fucking me raw and my buddy says "yea man give white ass that raw poz dick". I started begging for his load when he tells me "fuck yea im going to knock that faggot ass up bitch, take that fucking load whore"

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I was finally on my way to Will's house for our third date. I am 18 and had been so close to jacking off so many times that day but I was pleased I resisted. The day had been endless but I knew he didn't get home from work until 6pm. I had told him I'd arrive by 7pm. I was on the bus about 10 minutes from his place when my phone buzzed with a text. My crotch throbbed with excitement when I saw it was from Will. I opened the message and he was asking if I was on my way over. He said he had two friends with him who were there to meet me. The message filled me with apprehension for several reasons. I was hoping that we would have fun as soon as I arrived but now we'd not be able to. Secondly, the idea of meeting his friends worried me. What if they didn't like me and influenced Will and he dumped me? I replied that I would be there in about 10 minutes. Arriving at his house, I rang the bell, so nervous now. Will opened the door wearing a pair of shorts and a vest. The shorts did nothing to hide the shape and size of his dick n balls and the vest showed his masculine chest. Despite my nervousness, my heart skipped a beat and I had a flashback of him on top of me fucking his cock and cum into me. Will smiled, bent over and kissed me, pushing his tongue in my mouth and feeling up my ass. He led me into the living room and introduced me to his friends, Alan and Mike. Will sat in the armchair and they were sitting on either side of the sofa. Will told me to have a seat which meant the only place to sit was in the space on the sofa between Alan and Mike. The TV was on and a porno playing where a guy about my age was getting barebacked off a group of men. As I sat, I was thinking how unlike that Alan and Mike were to Mike. Alan was about 30, he looked skinny, he had a gaunt skeletal face, and I would never have found him attractive in a 100 years. Mike was in his late 20s shaved head, average looking and dressed like a skinhead. As I walked into the room and then sat down, I noticed that Alan and Mike were staring at me as if they hadn't eaten for a month and I was the first food they had seen. Alan especially had the expression of a hawk that was following its prey. (I didn't know then of course that they were not friends of Will's but hook ups from some site and they had never met Will or each other before. The only reason they were there was to top bareback me knowing I'd only ever had Will.) The atmosphere was charged and uncomfortable. Will was clearly excited as I could see from the bulge in his shorts that he was solid and he had a wet patch. He was the only one talking, asking about my day and what I'd been up to. All I could feel was Alan staring constantly at me from the side so I pretended not to notice. The porno reached the point when when one of the tops pushed in deep and yelled “I'm shooting take my load”. That was the trigger as I immediately felt Alan's hand on my crotch and a groan from him. I reacted by saying “What the fuck you think you doing”. He quickly pulled back his hand and Will was saying Jake it's OK He likes you and I'd love to see him touch you all over.” That stunned and confused me. I had hoped Will was thinking I was his boyfriend so why would he want someone else to touch me? Will quickly went on to say that it was OK and to let Alan do what he wanted. With that, I felt both Alan and Mike's hands begin to touch me. Despite my confusion, I boned up instantly, and submitted to their hands feeling me all over. I looked over to Will and he smiled and nodded that it was all good and to go with it. He then took off his vest and shorts. Seeing his cock again made me moan and remember what it felt like in my ass. My groan further encouraged Alan and Mike and it turned into a frenzy. They both started stripping me. After Alan took my boxers off he looked at me and said “fuck yeah, short height, smooth, very thin, perfect, I can't wait to get in him”.” He put his hand through my legs and grabbed my ass. I felt his finger at my ass hole and then he groaned and said to Will “you're right he is still cherry tight”. Mike began taking off his clothes whilst Alan fingered me. He looked at Will and said “I'm going to enjoy doing that.” Mike had tattoos all over his body and had a hard cock maybe 7inches long. Apart from porn, Mike's cock was only the second one I'd seen. Although it was much smaller that Will's I still looked at his cock and thought how amazing it looked. He had low hanging balls all shaved. In fact, he was shaved everywhere, even his pits. Alan move out of the way to take his clothes off and Mike replaced his hand at my ass saying “fucking nice” when he felt my ass hole. He used some of his prelube on my ass hole and pushed in his finger. I looked over at Will who was slowly stroking his cock and smiling encouragement at me. Alan took the last of his clothes off and I thought gross, lecherous. His body was gaunt, painfully skinny and unattractive. His cock though was impressive. It was maybe 9 inches, solid and leaking like a faucet. He came over to me and told me to suck it. I was thinking fuck no way but then Will said to go ahead as he'd love to see me do it. Reluctantly, I took the head in my mouth then something came over me and and I went for it. I took him as far back in my throat as I could. Alan moaned then as he said how good it felt, I then felt something else against my mouth and realised it was Mike's cock. Will said “suck them both Jake”. Alan put poppers against my nose and after two deep sniffs I took the head of both cocks in my mouth one on each side of my face. I could hear Will saying how proud he was of me. I was thinking, I have two cocks in my mouth and just three days ago I had never even touched another guy's cock. I thought what would my ex girlfriend or straight friends think? Whilst Mike continued to face fuck me Alan went down to my dick. I felt him suck it. He was good at it but sensed I was close. He stopped and moved around to my ass. He ate my ass hole so good. I heard someone moaning and realised it was me. I had a guy eating my ass and a cock in my mouth. Alan told me to bend over so he could get at my ass better. I did so but Mike never took his cock out of my mouth. He was forcefully pulling my head onto it. I felt Alan's cock against my ass cheeks as he slid his cock against me. I then felt his dick head at my ass hole and I knew he wanted in. Will passed him some lube which he smeared on my ass and his dick. He then pushed back against my ass hole. I said “no way man, not without a condom.” I sensed all three of them hesitate whilst they didn't know how to handle my rejection of Alan's raw cock. Will came over in a second and told me he so wanted to see Alan fuck me raw. He said Alan wouldn't shoot in me, he just wanted to feel inside of me. Whilst Will was saying this I could feel the pressure on my ass from Alan's cock as he pushed. I was frozen by indecision. I knew it was risky to take it raw especially from a guy like Alan who was gross. I couldn't work out why the guy I thought was my boy friend wanted this but at the same time Alan's cock at my ass felt so good. Will held the poppers to my nose and after a few sniffs they took away my reluctance. I felt the pressure from Alan's cock as he pushed and pushed. I felt his cock head pop in and Alan said “mmmmmmmm fucking nice”. He slowly pushed in until I could feel his balls against my ass. He held it there as if savouring the feeling. He asked Will if it was true that he was only the second one to get in me. I saw Will wink and nod. Alan groaned. Will whispered in my ear that Alan's cock looked so good in my ass and to tell Alan that I wanted it. I replied by telling Alan to give me it. That started him off and he began fucking my ass. On the one hand I thought about how gross Alan was but on the other his cock felt so good in me. The verbal started building up. Alan telling me how good he felt in me, Will telling me how proud he was of me and Mike encouraging Alan to go for it. Alan continued fucking me for maybe 10 minutes whilst the three of them talked filthy about “doing me”. Will looked at Alan and nodded whilst he said to me that Alan was going to shoot in me. Will quickly said he wanted that and he would slide straight in after Alan was finished, fucking Alan's cum deeper in me. Alan's thrusts got fast and hard and in no time I heard his breathing change and he yelled as he shot in me, I felt his cock throb four times and he held still deep in me. My mind was spinning with the thought id just taken Alan's cum. After a minute he pulled out and Will got behind me and slid straight in. Will's cock, being so much longer and fatter than Alan's seemed huge. Will groaned and said how hot my ass felt covered in Alan's cum. He said he was using his cock to coat my ass walls with Alan's cum. Will fucked me like that for maybe 5 minutes then slid out without shooting. Mike got behind me a slid into my ass. He had the smallest of the three cocks but it still felt good and I was blown away by the fact that in the space of 40 or so minutes I had had three cocks in me and one load from a gross man I would have ignored any other time. As soon as Mike slid in me the verbal started again about how he was going to shoot his load in me, only the third load I'd ever taken. Will stood in front of me and told me to lick and suck Alan's cum off his cock. I must admit the thought of Alan's cum didn't do anything for me, but Will gently gently pulled my head onto his cock. Once I tasted it, I lost all reservations about Alan and really got off on the taste. I cleaned, licked and kissed Will's cock. The entire time Mike was hammering my ass , the other two were telling him “to do it”. Finally after a bit, Mike shouted to them he was about to cum and they yelled encouragement to him. His whole body shook as he unloaded in me. Will said how proud he was of me and got back behind me. He said fucking on two loads felt so good and he wasn't going to last long. He talked dirty about the two loads getting hammered into my ass walls by his dick and asked me if it felt good. I could only moan yesssssssss and at that, he shot so deep into me. He seemed to shoot for ages, holding all 10 inches in me. Without a break in the proceedings, Alan again entered me. He took his time and fucked slowly but so deeply. The encouragement from Will and Mike continued. They were telling Alan “give to it to him again”. I caught sight of myself in the mirror, bent over and taking raw cock from an fuck ugly man and it sent me over the edge and I shot. Will was underneath me licking Alan's cock each time he pulled back, so he got my load all over his chest. Mike licked my load up and the three of them kissed as a 3some swapping my cum from mouth to mouth. Will then came over and kissed me with my own load and whispered he was so proud of me. Alan and Mike both shot another load into my ass and finally Will hammered it all deep. They both enjoyed Will doing it in their loads and I must admit it felt good. As Alan and Mike left, Alan said to me “thanks” and it was only then I realised that neither of them had spoken to me once since I had arrived. They had only spoken about me to each other or Will. Will lay next to me for an hour with me on my stomach so the cum would stay in my ass. He kept telling me how proud of me he was and that he liked his boyfriend to take other guy's raw dicks and cum. He said he wanted to see me take cock off 100s of guys, even guys I'd never seen. He said I would do so soon. I was so pleased he said he was my boyfriend, I didn't give any thought to Will wanting to share ass to any raw cock. The next night Will took me to a fuck club, but that's another story.

My son is 23 and gay. He has a boyfriend now and yesterday he arrived with him to spend a weekend at my place, and to introduce his new (and first) partner. He is 28 and hot as hell, a very handsome and mature guy, masculine and cute. After having a coffee with me in the kitchen they went upstairs to my guest room for a while and I had to do some things. When they came back down, they both were in trackies and went out for some running. In the evening, when both had left the house to go to some bar, I found my son's trackies in the laundry bin. I took them out to wash them, but couldn't oversee that from its inside the back of the pants was covered with a half-liquid mess which had obviously dripped out of his ass and ran down his legs. I checked it and clearly identified it as sperm. It must have been an incredibly huge load which had not dried within 4 hours after the run. It was also mixed with some blood. I went to see if I have to change the sheets, but there wasn't a single drop on them. My boy had taken the whole load in his ass and probably accidentally lost it only during the run. Good boy.

PART 4 Coach Pitt slowly began pulling his cock out of my sloppy hole, and I whimpered. He smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t worry, sweet boy,” he said. “Your hole won’t be empty for long.” In fact, it wasn’t empty for more than five seconds. Coach Strickland pushed his fat dick into me right away, and I could feel the warmth and wetness of Coach Pitt’s seed getting worked even deeper inside my slammed-up hole. “Pitt and I met at a wrestling conference a few years back,” Strickland explained, sweat dripping down his forehead as he thrust his dick deep. “We’d both responded to a Craigslist ad posted by some college slut. This kid wanted neg tops to breed him, so I showed up to give the little fucker a surprise. Anyway, when Pitt shot his load inside this kid’s fuckhole, I caught Pitt’s eye and he winked at me. Flashed that devil-smile of his. That’s when I knew he was doing the exact same thing I was doing—stealth-pozzing the negboy. A few months later, he got me a job here at the high school, and we’ve been slowly converting our favorite wrestlers into poz chemsluts ever since.” His thrusts were faster now. His breath grew ragged. His eyes were solid black, staring me down as he grinned like a fucking demon. “And now,” he said, “You know what’s gonna happen?” “You’re gonna breed me. Please breed me, Coach.” “Fuck yeah, Lance. I’m gonna give you a big dose of my poz seed. You. Fucking. Slammed. Up. PIG.” His whole body shook as he pushed even deeper than before, and his stomach muscles flexed as his dick sprayed volleys of toxic jizz into my hungry fuckhole. By then, I could see that the playroom was getting crowded, and I recognized everyone: guys who’d graduated in the last year or two or three, most of them wrestling at the local university now. They were watching Strickland breed me, stroking their dicks, helping each other get slammed up, and staring me down with that same demonic intensity. Tom Goldsmith—last year’s captain, the guy from the homemade video I'd seen in Pitt's office—was the first to get his poz cock up in me, and by that point I was spreading my jockbutt and begging for his dirty cum. I took a load from every poz jockpig in the room. Then Coach Pitt unstrapped me from the harness, helped me down, and turned to address the roomful of guys. “I’m gonna take a few minutes alone with this boy,” he said. “You’re all welcome to stick around and pig out. Help yourself to more rigs over there on the desk if you want.” He walked me upstairs, leading me to his bedroom. He closed the door. Then he drew me close to him, pressed his chest against mine, and said: “I’m so proud of you, Lance.” He kissed me, a wet, hungry kiss, while his fingers slowly massaged my cummy hole. “I just wanted a few minutes alone with you. And you know what, pigboy?” “What?” “I think it might be time for another slam.” I nodded eagerly, and he smiled. “Good boy,” he said. He gestured for me to climb onto the bed. He positioned me on my back, spreading my legs. Then, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pushed his cock into my sloppy cumhole. With his dick buried inside me, he proceeded with the slams. I watched in fascination as he wrapped a rubber strap around his arm, as the needle slid into his vein, as blood filled the syringe, and as he plunged the Tina into his bloodstream. He groaned, and his cock grew even harder in my fuckhole. Then his eyes took on an evil glint as he turned his attention to me. “Want some more Tina flowing through you, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Slam me up. Please.” “You got it, pig.” The needle was in my vein within seconds. Then he pushed down on the syringe and delivered the chemical payload I was craving. I coughed, but a little less this time. I felt the drug race to my brain, my heart, my dick. Then my hole began involuntarily milking the raw cock lodged deep within me. Coach laughed. “There you go, slampig,” he said. I kept milking him as he closed his eyes and began thrusting deep. Then he leaned in for another kiss. “I want you to be my boy,” he said. “You’re somethin’ else, Lance. You’re just a natural fuckin’ pig. And my cock belongs in this sweet boyhole.” He reached down to feel my own throbbing cock, which had remained hard all night. “And look at this, you hot little fucker,” he said. “This fat dick of yours? It’ll be perfect bait to get hot neg jockboys—boys just like you—into our sling.” He kissed me again. “You’re fucking perfect. So whaddaya say? Be my fuckin’ boy?” I flashed a giant smile as he barebacked my hole. “I feel so lucky,” I said. “I’ve jacked off so many times thinking about your cock—what it might look like, how it might feel in my hand. And now your giant raw dick is buried inside me. It’s unbelievable. And fuck yeah, I want to be yours.” “Mine?” “All yours.” With that, I felt his dick spasm inside me. Another intense kiss. Then he just looked at me, his cock still twitching as it continued to impregnate my wrecked boyhole. “Fuck, Lance,” he said. “I love shooting my poz cum in you.” Later, when we made our way back to the playroom, I did another slam and took another round of loads. That was incredibly hot, but it wasn’t my favorite part. My favorite part was this: being alone with Coach Pitt in his bedroom, feeling his powerful arms wrapped around me, my head nuzzling the hair on his muscular chest, while his dick slowly worked that second load of his poz cum into my knocked-up hole. And then hearing him whisper in my ear: “Mine.” THE END