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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

Part 5 I woke up with Craig spooning me, his arms around me, and his hard cock pressing against my ass. I smiled as I reached back and guiding him back inside me. He slid in and let out a sleepy sigh. It was heaven just feeling his body pressed against my back and his cock filling me up. It seemed he was still half asleep, and I was barely awake myself. Thoughts were drifting in and out of my mind. He said he had a "hot guy" and I felt I needed to ask him more about that. I really didn't want to be the "other man." Right then he pulled back a little and fucked me with a few very slow strokes, followed by another sigh. He whispered in my ear, "Does that feel good baby?" "It sure does. This is the best way to wake up ever." He kissed my ear and gave me 3 or 4 long slow strokes. His hand moved down and found my hard cock and he started to stroke it just as slowly. "A penny for your thoughts, white boy," he said. "Well," I started, but paused. "Tell me, baby. Are you worried about what we did last night? I'm sorry." "No- it's not that at all," actually it surprised me that I hadn't given that a single thought. "I was just wondering- you mentioned this guy you have. Is that something serious? Are we doing something wrong? I don't want to break anybody up." It sounded stupid once I had said it, but I couldn't take it back. Craig pressed his cock inside me again deep, and left it there. "You are such a good guy." He gave my ear another kiss. "There is nothing to worry about. He's a great guy, too. I love him- we love each other. I don't thin I would ever leave him. We're together, but we both play with other guys sometimes. We tell each other everything... eventually." He let out a little chuckle. "I'll tell him all about you today. If he was here he'd be fucking you right now. Or he might fuck me while I fuck you." He squeezed my cock hard. "I think that might turn you on. Am I right?" He was right. I pictured another man being in bed with us, and I was very turned on. In fact, I realized the imaginary other guy I pictured in my mind was Frank. My ass muscles gave his cock a squeeze. "That does sound hot." "There, I think we are both finally awake. I know for sure that hot hole of yours is awake, and I need to give it another good fuck." He got up out of bed and was grabbing his clothes. He took out his phone. "I want a picture of that sweet ass- that OK?" "Ummm.. I've never had anyone take pictures of me like that. I guess it's OK, as long as you promise not to post anything online, OK?" "Oh these will be just for me. Well, I would have to show my guy, too." "That's fine," I said. He stood beside the bed and told me what poses to take. He took pics of my hard cock, and even more pics of my ass, some close-ups, but when he told me to smile I knew he was including my face in some shots. This was oddly exciting. Then he told me to get on my back and lift up my legs. I reached down and pulled my ass cheeks apart. 'Damn babe, there's just a little dribble of my poz cum leaking out. Let me gets that shot." He then moved closer. "You have me so horned up again. I need to give you some more of that poz love juice!" I smiled, and lifted my legs just a bit higher. His beautiful black cock pressed against my hole and slowly entered again. "Oh baby, prettiest picture yet!" He plunged into my well used hole all the way and started plowing me good. The shutter sound had stopped. I stopped thinking about the pictures and concentrated on the marvelous feeling of his cock. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. "Baby it feels so good. Your ass feels so good. How does my cock feel?" "It feels great- fuck me!" I gasped. "You want my cum baby? Tell me how much you want it." "Give me your cum!" "Tell me what I want to hear, white boy. Beg for that seed!" "Give me your seed please!" "Tell me what I want to hear." I knew what he wanted to hear. It was the same thing I wanted to say, "Give me your poz seed. I need your poz cum in my hole!" "Fuck yeah baby!" He plunged in and I felt him shoot deep into me. He pulled out his cock, and I looked up. He was still holding his phone up and pointing it down at his cock and my hole. I felt some cum shoot out onto my balls and my hole, and he reached down and swept it all up with his dick and fucked it all into me. He was taking a video! "There's my poz cum in you babe," he said. He put his phone down and lowered himself onto me and I felt the aftershocks go through his body. His head was right next to mine and he kissed me softly on the lips. "Did you just video that?" I asked. "Yes, don't worry. I think it's a hot video. Want to see it." "Of course I do, but don't move yet." He let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. His hand slid in between our sweaty bodies and found my raging hard cock. He stroked it while he kissed and chewed on my neck. I no time I let out a quiet grunt as I shot my own load all over both of us. He lifted up his head, and brought his hand to his mouth and licked my cum off. The he kissed me, giving me a taste. He eased himself up and bent down to lick some of his load out of my hole. Then he moved up for another kiss. I had both our cum on my tongue. "How does that taste- poz and neg cum mixed together?" "Delicious!" I had never in my wildest fantasies thought I would have such hot sex with such a hot man. My life was changing for sure. It felt like his poz seed had already infected my mind. Part 6 coming soon

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.

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

Aaron woke up in the middle of the night with his little brother wrapped around his body from behind. He could feel Ryan's hard cock tucked into his ass valley, and he could swear his ass felt damper than it should be than just from sweat being cuddled against. He guessed his brother had been hard for a little bit and was leaking precum. His precum sure feels like its doing what its supposed to, as Aaron felt like he was pretty wet back there. Aaron loved the way his brother was holding him tight, his slow even breath going across his neck, his brothers hand on his pec just barely touching a nipple. His brother Ryan was fully asleep, but was gently moving his hips. Ever so slightly humping Aaron. Aaron's dick was getting really hard thinking about his brother humping him in his sleep. As Ryan's cock slide along his ass crack, Aaron's cock a little harder. Aaron shifted his ass just a little bit, opening his cheeks just a little, opening the valley to his hole. Ryan's cock suddenly slid across his hole on the next humping motion, causing Aaron to moan a little. As Ryan's cock slid across he was spreading his copious dripping precum with it. Aaron's lust level was beginning to rise. He's wanted Ryan to fuck him for a long time, now more than ever. Aaron wanted the last of Ryan's negative load in him. Ryan's cock slid across his hole again, spreading that much more precum. The hairs within Aaron's ass valley were now very wet. Aaron shifted a leg just slightly, and opened the valley to hole a little more. Now when Ryan's cock rubbed across his hole, Ryan's long foreskin caught a little on Aaron's hole and his cock was almost guided to his hole. Ryan's cock also dipped a largest glob of precum on Aaron's hole. Ryan muttered in his sleep, something Aaron couldn't quite make out, but he did make out his name. When Ryan next muttered he moved his hand a little, right onto one of Aaron's hairy nipples. His fingers moved with their own mind and teased the nipple. "Aaron....... love you......inside you." Ryan humped again, squirting a little more precum out right onto Aaron's hole, and his cock head stuck a little on the hole. Aaron moaned and pushed back a little with his ass. Ryan pulled back a little, but Aaron with his pushing his ass back kept Ryan's cock head against his hole. Ryan's foreskin was kissing Aaron's hole the whole time. "... be inside you, Aaron." Ryan moved forward, squirting big glob of precum through his foreskin just to the inside of Aaron's hole, lubing Aaron's hole to received his cock. Which Aaron willingly and lovingly accepted. Ryan's cook began its slide right into Aaron's ass. Aaron's hole held onto Ryan's long foreskin, and his cock head peeked out of the skin inside Aaron's ass and squirted more precum lubing its way deeper into Aaron. Both Aaron and Ryan moaned. Ryan in his sleep, and Aaron very much awake and lust filled for his brothers cock. Ryan's cock slid deeper and deeper inside his brother Aaron's hairy ass. Aaron's ass began pulsating around Ryan's cock, sucking on Ryan's cock, as Aaron's cock pulsed outside his body. Aaron's cock was starting to drool its toxic lube. Ryan was slowly humping into Aaron, with each humping motion going deeper and deeper into Aaron. Each stroke now rubbing Aaron's prostate, forcing more toxic juices out of Aaron. Ryan moaned again, but this time the moan was of lustful waking. "Oh, oh, fuck, Aaron....." "Easy, Bro, easy. Stay inside me, fuck me, Bro." As Aaron said this he twitched his cock causing more toxic juices to drip out, and more importantly made his ass twitch on his brothers hard cock that was deep in his fuzzy ass. "Oh fuck Aaron, I'm inside you. Your ass is so hot around my cock. Oh fuck." Ryan felt Aaron's ass twitch, which made him pull back and shove forward again. "Fuck me Ryan, give me your cock, give my your cum. I want the last of your clean load." "I've wanted to fuck you for so long. God, your ass is so hot, so tight. Oh fuck, I'm not going to last long. Fuck Aaron." "Thats it little Brother, fuck me. Oh fuck your cock is hitting my nut inside." Ryan reach down with his hand, feeling down Aaron's hairy body, to his pubes, and grabbed his big Brother's hard dripping cock. He started jacking his Brother's cock, rubbing the foreskin on the head in time to his humping. Aaron was moaning even more with this double pleasure. "Fuck me Ryan, give me that cock. I want your raw sperm, give me the last of the usable sperm." "Oh, fuck I'm going to cum Aaron, I'm going to shoot inside you. Fuck I can feel my cum boiling up." Ryan started thrusting hard and in short stabs deep into Aaron, at the same time gripping and letting go of Aaron's cock. Aaron felt his cum boiling up as well. The suddenly the brothers shot their loads simultaneously. Ryan's going deep within his brother and in a greater amount than Ryan can ever remember shooting. Aaron's shooting onto the bed, his pubes and Ryan's hand. The brothers were breathing hard. Ryan brought his hand up to his mouth, and licked off a good portion of Aaron's toxic semen, loving the taste of his brother, of his toxin. He then brought his hand to his brother's mouth, and Aaron lick up his own cum as well. Then they kissed, sharing Aaron's cum between them. Suddenly though, Ryan had to take a wicked piss. "Aaron, I gotta piss real bad. Let go of my ass so I can get up. Aaron pulled Ryan more to him, "No Bro, don't go. Let it go in me, like I did to you. Give me all the last bit of negative fluids you have. Let me fill you fill me up." "Oh, fuck, Aaron here it comes. Oh fuck it feels good pissing into you. Oh, oh, its getting so hot around my cock. Oh, god, I didn't know it felt this good to piss inside someone." Aaron was moaning in pleasure as he felt his Ryan's not piss filling him up, deeply filling his colon. Aaron shot out a little more cum as his ass was being filled. Ryan was still panting in his lust of the activities. "Love you bro" "Love you Bro"

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

This all starts in the mid-70's sometime before that whole ghastly bicentennial mess. I was eight or nine years old and I was on a vacation of sorts with my parents. We'd been to some super-boring place in Oklahoma to see dumb old antique cars (my dad's passion) and I remember almost nothing about it. What I DO remember is stopping at those those highway rest areas for the first time. I had no idea such things existed. Concrete bathrooms in the middle of long stretches of highway that people just went in to and did their stuff. We stopped at almost all of them because I had a nervous little bladder that always had to empty itself. Most of the time, my dad accompanied me if only to make sure I was safe. Safe? It was a bathroom, and what could happen in a bathroom? Each of those places smelled like pee and they all were defaced with magic marker drawings of really long penises and plenty of words. I wanted to look, read and study every thing. Of course my dad wanted to make good highway time and wouldn't let me dawdle. Fast forward to the mid-80's and I was about to turn 21. I was home from college and working the night shift as a dishwasher at a 24-hour truck stop. I hated it. I always had burns on my hands from that huge industrial machine that I shoved dirty dishes and silverware through. It was exhausting, but the one little, tingling thought that kept me somewhat alert was that there was one of those rest areas only 15 minutes away up the highway. Of course I'd never go there alone, but my memories of the graffiti I'd seen long ago were still vivid and exciting. I could go there, and that knowledge alone was thrilling. I really hated this minimum-wage job and it was only a relief when I got fired on the spot for dropping a whole stack of clean, hot plates. It was only 3 am and I was free to go. Fine. I walked out to my junker car . I was a bit depressed because I really needed to earn more money for school, but the Summer was over in a month and now I could just rest and let my burns heal. What to do now? If I went home this early, I'd wake the whole house up -- including my little sister who had been suffering from a bout of migraines for weeks. So I drove out of the parking lot and made my way to the highway. I'd just drive by the rest stop to only look at it. Within a few minutes I saw the sign for its entrance. Was it my perv brain or some outside force that made me slow down and pull into the place? My legs were shaking for some reason as I turned off the ignition. The car lot was empty but here were a few 18-wheelers parked in the place where I guess trucks were delegated. So I imagined them all sitting up suddenly, noticing my car and stroking their big trucker dicks. My brain was getting more and more pornographic these days. And gayer. I just put it all aside and unsteadily walked into the men's side of the little concrete building because I really did have to pee. I decided to go into one of the toilet stalls instead of standing at the urinals. I really wanted to look at the graffiti more than anything. Each of the stalls had crude holes in the partitions for reasons and I wouldn't know until later. I sat and looked at all the drawings and words. "SUCK MY COCK" "LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK" That was the gist of most of the messages. It made me wonder who took a pen with them to the bathroom until I remembered that I had one in my back pocket. I'd swiped it from one of the waitresses on my way out if only because I wasn't daring enough to vandalize anything. Well a bit of bravery returned as I stood up and made my own graffiti. "I want to give you a blow job. Be here 7/8 at 11: 30 am. Stay in this stall and signal me." I left right away, feeling like I'd already done something filthy. I I had two whole days to get ready for something I was pretty sure wouldn't even happen. I spent the next 36 hours wondering and fantasizing and worrying. I left the house a little too early that day and killed a few minutes at the discount store near me. I bought a little travel-sized bottle of Listerine. if I ended up taking a naked dick in my mouth, I'd probably need some antiseptic to kill any diseases that might be on it. I got there early anyway. Well, this was good because I could look at and judge anybody who got out to go to the bathroom. If he looked gross, dangerous or sick, I could just drive away and try again some other time. So I sat with the engine running, cooling in the A.C. and listening to my heart beating super loud. Not even a minute later, a snazzy new black pickup truck sped in and parked right in front of me. It had a personalized license plate that said "TAINTED". I mulled that over for half a second before a man stepped out. He looked right at me. I sunk a little in my seat. He was tall with short brown, curly hair, a very trim beard...and obviously gay. Don't ask me how I could tell. I just could. There was just something familiar about his snooty scowl and walk. He went into the men's room and I studied every step. He was wearing tan shorts and had a pretty nice build. Okay. I was determined to go through with this. I counted to twenty and got out of my car. The entrance was only fifteen feet away, but it felt like a country mile. I made it inside and noticed he was in one of the toilet stalls -- most likely the one I'd left my graffiti in. I couldn't remember for sure right now. I couldn't go right into the stall and say "hi", so I stood at one of the urinals for what felt like a good five minutes. I flushed and went to the sinks to carefully wash my hands for another long set of minutes. Nothing. It had to be just a guy who needed to just poop or something. Okay. This would not happen today I guess. I went back to my car and started the ignition right as the dude walked out of the bathroom. He was looking at me again. I turned off the car again and wondered what to do next as he sat on the little concrete bench right outside. It was the right guy alright. TAINTED I played with that word in my head as I fumbled out of the car and headed my way back into the bathroom. I went slowly because I didn't trust my knees completely. I was literally shaking. I passed right by him, nodded and said "hi". That was all it took because he made with a bunch of small talk. What was I name? Where did I live? How old was I? Did I work somewhere? I gave lies in return. He was "Steve" and he was a hairdresser. We stood in silence for a bit before he finally said "It's hot out here". He made his way toward the entrance and held the door for me. On autopilot, I went straight for the designated stall and sat down but didn't latch the door. This was going too fast, but what did I expect after leaving that message? In a flash he was right there, rubbing the crotch of his shorts and glaring down at me. While I wondering if I should open his fly, he did it for me. And then I was staring at a big purple dick in person. I wasted no time in leaning over and tasting the pointed tip. "Take off your pants, man." I couldn't. No way. I didn't know too much about any of the other gay stuff and this was all I was ready to do. I moved up and down his hard shaft and tried to use plenty of spit. TAINTED i wasn't able to the whole thing in my mouth but still thought I was doing a pretty good job, Not good enough I suppose because he pulled off my face and started jacking off. Oh. Okay. I sat there stupidly for a half a minute while he growled and huffed and masturbated just inches from my face. Then he bucked a little, put his meat back in my mouth and started to spasm. I waited for the taste that didn't seem to be on its way. But then it hit my tongue. It was so alien and strong. I was tasting something made inside another man's body. It's almost the same as if I were tasting his lungs, heart, blood or phlegm. It was all HIM. A car door slammed somewhere outside before we could say any good-byes or anything. He left and I stayed put. Thinking. I locked the latch wondered if my life was over. Did I have AIDS now? I really should have thought this through a little. Too late. The whole incident lasted less than three minute, but I mentally replayed it for the rest of the Summer. Sometimes I jerked off and sometimes I just worried. Was my future 'tainted'? Once I go back to school, I fretted so much that I finally went to student health center to get tested for any and all STDs out there. The doctor came back after the results were back and cautioned me that I needed to come back in another three months for a second blood test. I didn't have HIV yet, but I did have syphilis. That's the first price I'd pay for leaving graffiti in a pubic place, but it wouldn't be the last.

Part 4 Over the next few weeks until the twins graduated high school and moved to the city to live with us we spent time chatting over the private video link my computer tech set up so that my sister (the twin’s mother) wouldn’t find out. To our surprise the twins were very open with us regarding their sexual tastes. They were both versatile, were hung (8”+), cut, open to experimentation with kink (although the only kink they had tried was some light bondage). We learned the night we watched them fuck that they were totally into bareback/raw fucking and never wanted to use a condom ever, and (knowing that their father and I are HIV+) wanting to be pozzed. There was a late night when we were watching that we learned something more interesting. That night we could see a water bong in the background as they were making out, sucking and eventually fucking. After they dumped a load of cum in each other’s asses we decided to be bold and ask them about the bong. Their expression told us that they wanted to hide this from us. We assured them that we are cool with whatever they are using. The important thing for them to know is that we have to be honest with each other. They admitted that they liked smoking pot before they fucked. They like how they felt as they got into each other. One night when they got high and horny began by jerking off together (along with the next few times), then about a month later after they were high they tried jerking each other’s cocks. As time went one this progressed to the first time they sucked each other (kind of like their father and me) on a night they got home from a date and were really horny. The thing was that they weren’t horny for the girls, they discovered that they were horny for each other. That night they began to do more and more until they reached the point where the only thing left to do was fuck! From that moment on they associated smoking pot with sex and fucking. Then the big question, did we (their father and me) get high. We kept without honesty policy and told them that we did get high. In fact the night I went back home to get their father was the first time I got him high on Tina. The boys knew a little bit about Tina from the internet and asked how it felt compared to weed. I told them that Tina makes you just want to fuck and/or get fucked. We didn’t go into too much detail about how we used Tina, I whispered to Chase that we can show teach them about Tina after they moved in with us. For know they smoked their pot and fucked for us the rest of the night and into the next day after their mother went to work. Graduation day had arrived and the boys were all set to get the hell out of that small town as soon as the opportunity presented arose. That came right after commencement had concluded. The twins told their mother that a group of their friends were going to camp out by the lake after graduation. They promised to be home by dinner time the next day. This made is easy for the boys to pack up a few things that they wanted to bring with them. Since we were well off when it came to cash, we let the twins know that anything they couldn’t bring with them we would go out and buy new for them. The plan was to set an message to be delivered to their mother’s phone letting her know of their leaving to live with us.

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!

Part 3 It had been nearly 16 years since I went back home to get Chase. After we left our old small town my sister discovered ‘our’ secret, the face that Chase and I were gay lovers and would not let him have contact with his sons although he was sending $5000 a week to her to support the three of them. My being her brother afforded me some contact with her and my nephews, but she was careful to monitor what was said. It wasn’t until the boys close to graduating high school that she allowed me (us) to buy the boys their own laptop computer to use for their schooling. I promised my sister that there would be software on both of them that would allow her to monitor what the boys did on the computers. What she didn’t know was that I had my computer expert install a program to bypass the monitoring software. Once the boys had the computers I could remotely activate the programs allowing us to communicate with the boys through video conference. I decided to contact them on my own without Chase to gage what she might have told them about him (and me). This was the first time I had seen the boys since they were 2 years old. They each had a nice lean swimmer’s build, looked a lot like their father in the face. I would be lying if didn’t admit that my cock stirred a little. I learned that they overheard her saying what a cock sucking faggot their father had turned out to be and if he wasn’t being so generous with his financial support she’d tell the boys the truth. The twins asked me if it was true that their dad was gay. I answered them honestly and let them know that not only was their dad gay, but their uncle as well. They both got a smirk on their faces as they let out a little laugh. That’s when I discovered that they definitely took after their father since they had been ‘messing around’ with each other for some time. Now they were 18 and about to graduate high school. Their mother wanted them to go to the local community college. I asked them what they really wanted to do with their future. I was pleasantly surprised (and a little shocked) when they said that they both wanted to come to the city and live with us. I told them that we’d have to discuss this with their father before a final decision would be made. I let Chase know that the software I had placed on the laptops was working and we could contact the boys at (just about) anytime. The next time we spoke with the boys all 4 of us were on video chat. I had not told Chase about the boys ‘sexual discovery’ when we contacted them together. I left it for the twins to tell him. What surprised me was the way that they decided to break the news. There they were on cam each wearing a pair of mesh basketball shorts when they said that they had something they wanted to tell him, but instead of telling him they showed him. We watched the barely 18 year old twins start making out and before we knew it they were in 69. I was hard as steel and could tell that Chase was turned on as well. Before we could get a word in edge wise before one of the twins had the other one’s legs on his shoulders and thrusted his bare cock inside his brother’s ass. After they were all done I don’t think that we could deny their request to join us in the city, but we needed to confront the barebacking issue. We asked them if they had been ‘messing around’ with anyone else back home. They replied, why, they got enough cock with each other. Then we asked about their barebacking and learned that they had enough education in health at school to know the risks and that that was part of the turn on to fucking. I don’t know if we were ready for their next question, but Chase’s answer surprised me. The boys asked about our sexual behavior and if we barebacked. Chase was quick to say that both of us only fuck raw. I noticed a strange grin on the twin’s faces when they asked, actually, it was more like they knew the answer as they said, “Then you’re both poz we bet.” Chase then took his shirt off to reveal his biohazard tattoo on his right pec (mine is on the left since I am the top in our relationship). The boys loved the ink work and hoped to earn their own someday. Chase let them know that we thought we could work something out if they came to live with us. The boys share an old pickup my sister had bought them and right after graduation they packed up their stuff and left in the middle of the night leaving a note for their mother that they had lived with her long enough and that it was time to live with dad.

Among (so many) other things, I like to suck cock. I hit gloryholes at a.b.s. when I travel. The plan being to suck men to completion and spit the load into a bottle to use later as fuck lube. The problem is, lately a lot of the men have pulled out of my mouth and retracted from the gloryhole and finished themselves off by hand as I look on....pissed that not only did I not get the load, but the dude wasted it on the floor. I've asked why, and the few that did give me an answer said things like "It's not safe" or "I like to finish it myself". One guy even said "If I don't cum in your mouth, I'm not cheating on my wife". Anyone else experience gloryhole dick that will not give you the load?

The Craigslist ad featured a pic of my ass and read, "Looking for guys to fuck me bare and shoot their load inside. Send a pic of your cock." He answered with a picture of a big, uncut black cock around 9" and beer-can thick and his phone number. A couple of texts clarified that he was in town for work and looking to host in his hotel room. Since I was already clean, I was on my way. I like going into a hookup with some mystery; don't tell me too much. "The guys I work with are in the rooms on either side, so don't knock" reminded his text as I pulled into the parking lot. "The door will be propped open." That's how I found it. I opened the door and slipped into the dimly lit room. I closed the door and walked into the main part of the room. He was an average built 6'3" guy in his late 30s lying naked on the bed stroking the big piece of meat. I said, "hey." He said, "Get naked and get on this cock." I complied and slipped his rod into my mouth. It had been clean this morning, but now his uncut cock was musty with just a hint of cheese. I loved the taste. I sucked in enthusiastically as it grew to full hardness. "Keep the noise down. Don't get your teeth on me," he warned quietly. I took it as deeply as I could without risking that, but the girth made it impossible to take all the way. After a few minutes, he pushed me off and climbed off the bed leaving me on my belly. "You're going to take this cock raw without any complaints." It was more of a comment than a question. "You're going to fill me up with your load," I replied in the same quiet tone. He chuckled. "If that's what you want." He spit into his hand and pressed the big head against my hole. He pushed firmly into me in one slow, insistent thrust. I suspected he wouldn't be much on foreplay, but I had been working my hole long and hard with my big dildo and some silicone lube before I left home. That meant although it took my breath away I was able to take his forceful entry with a level of pain that only heightened my arousal. As he began to thrust into me, I began to moan. He fucked me hard at a steady pace with the full weight of his body pressing me into the bed. "You like that big, bare cock?" "Uh huh," I moaned. His speed and force increased little by little. "You want me to cum inside you?" he asked. "Definitely, give me that load!" Harder and harder he pounded. "You sure you want my load?" "Give it to me!" With one last painful thrust, I felt his big black cock throb inside me. "Chubby white boys like you always want my nut," he observed as he lay on top of me slowly coming down from his orgasm, "and I like to give them what they want." I murmured agreement. "Let me rest here a few, and I will give you one more," he offered. There was no conversation this time just moans and gasps from both of us. By the time his second orgasm came, I was feeling more than a little sore and stretched out. A few moments after that, he pushed himself off me and went into the bathroom. "Get dressed and get out. I'm done," he ordered. So I did. He must have shot a huge couple of loads because I couldn't keep it all in my abused hole. I felt it running down my legs as I made my way back to the car. At home, I had that big dildo back in my ass ready to rub out a load when I heard another text arrive. "You didn't ask about my status, but I bet you want to know, slut. My VL is sky high. Enjoy everything I gave you." My cock shot hard without me having to stroke.

I had dated the same girl throughout high school, and I loved her dearly, tall, slender, redhead; but she was as wild as I had heard from other in their relationships, she loved sex any time, any place, and would love to finger my ass after she came to get me to cum. but I like to read about sex stories a lot. I came across breeding zone on gay story search and found things very erotic, love the interracial stories, about men and women. The stories about guys bug chasing seemed well, farfetched. So one day I am doing my online searches and Poz stories about black men breeding white boys got me off a few times that day, but I then found an ad about support groups for HIV infected men; well I had to see for myself if it was true what these stories boast about. I called the number and spoke with a guy who stated that they were starting a group in downtown of the city and the only requirement was that I had HIV; I lied and stated yes, he gave me the address and time and hope to see me there. So the date rolls around and I drive from my suburb city downtown and find the address of a rather old dilapidated building and go in and up to the fourth floor where I met the guy behind the counter and after filling out some paperwork with a fictitious name and address he led me into a conference room where the table was like 15 feet long by 4 or 5 feet wide. To my surprise were 9 black men ranging in age from 35 to maybe 50 and appeared to be from all walks of life. I think they were just as surprised to see a skinny 18 year old white kid being walked in by the counselor. After the counselor called the meeting, he had us go around the room and introduce ourselves and why we were there, everyone had a story to tell on how they were infected and the most veritable was drugs and sex with other men. When it came my turn, I used some of the other stories and put my own together with the part that I had been infected by a black man. Then counselor asking agitated on how I knew it was a black man, I told him that since I lived in the city, I was seduced by a black man and only had sex with black guys in the park or at black guys homes that liked to use white guys, boy did the smiles break out around the room. The counselor then asked what we were all looking for in the group sessions, of course I just stated that I wanted someone or other people to talk to about my problem. At the end of the meeting and some more paperwork, we all headed out. I stopped off on the second floor to pee before I headed home since it was a good drive back. As I entered the bathroom, there were four of the guys in my group standing around smoking what smelled like weed and one guy standing at one of the two urinals. I just stated “HI” and walked up to the other urinal and started to pee when one of the guys smoking asked if I wanted to hit the pipe. Not wanting to be rude, I stated “Sure”, I had also noticed the guy next to me was pulling on his cock and was getting longer by the second, he made sure he was back far enough for me to see his growing cock. As I put away my now hardening cock back in my pants and zipped up, I turned and walked up to the other three who handed me the pipe and gave me a lighter; after several hits, I asked what kind of weed was this, that it was more potent than any I had ever smoked before. They all laughed and stated it had T in it, not sure what T was, but didn’t want to act stupid and just accepted it as a more potent weed made. I was flying pretty well when they asked me if I liked being a bitch to black men? I of course not wanting to give away my real reason for being there, just said “Yes”. They turn me around and the guy at the urinal had his pants down stroking a big black cock and just told me to get to work. His cock as coal black and big as it was, scared the shit out of me, yet I was mesmerized by it also that a cock could be that big. He walked up to me and stated “what the fuck you waiting for, bitch boy; get the fuck on your knees and suck my big black cock”. I guess he didn’t like to wait and grabbed my hair and pulled me down to his cock, which caused me to go to my knees hard. “Open that fucking white mouth and take what you love, Bitch”. I opened my mouth to tell them the real reason I was there, but I never got the words out, only his cock in. This guy grabs the back of my head and starts to face fuck me all the time telling what a good group bitch I was about to come. As he hit the back of my throat with his cock and tried to get it down my throat, I started to gag and though I was going to throw up; that is when he had me hit the pipe a few more times and sent me flying higher and then came the brown bottle later found to be poppers which let this guy get his cock down my throat. I then heard a sound that was more frightening than before, zippers of the other guys going down; Fuck, I was going to suck all four of these guys cocks? I just wanted to try and run and not look back, but I could see I had nowhere to run and no one to call for help. I could see out of the corners of my eyes the other guy’s cocks as they were stroking them waiting their turn. I knew I was destine to suck all four of their cocks, the first thing I had forgot about was that I was going to be swallowing their seaman or as the first guy started saying, “yeah, white bitch, get ready to take this charged nut down that faggot white throat”; then it dawned on me, “Charged” fuck, they were going to make me swallow their poz cum. I pulled back and told the guy face fucking me that I had to tell them something first; he pushed me back on my ass and stated “what the fuck does a white punk bitch got to say to us, except that you love these nigger cocks and want us to make you our bitch for the next 9 weeks”. The tears started to flow as I told them the real reason I was there and that I had never sucked cock or been poz. They all looked around at each other and then me on the floor, the guy who had been face fucking me started to laugh and reached out his hand to me and help me up, stating “ that’s ok white boy, I get it, you wanted to check out us black poz guys”, he then stated no hard feeling and offered me the pipe; taking the pipe to not only to relax, but to show them I was sorry and no hard feelings, I took a deep hit, but this time it was strangely different, my head went into dream land, and all I could hear was that I was loving the pure T in the pipe. The next thing I know is they are all rubbing their hands all over my body and squeezing my cock, the guy that had been face fucking me handed me the pipe, and I tried to refuse, but he squeezed my balls and I inhaled deep from the pain and now barely able to stand. I was feeling so high and warm and now a funny feeling of hornyness had come over me, but I did not know that it was the drugs doing this to me, I was just in a daze. Then next thing I know is my t-shirt was lifted off me and one of the guys had undone my jeans and had them around my ankles along with my underwear. One of them hit me behind my knees causing me to go back to my knees on the floor, where I felt my pants yanked off. The black guy who was face fucking me, said the party was just starting and that they were going to make me a chemed up bitch for black cock before I left, he then walked up to my face with his cock now at my lips and demanded I open my faggot white mouth and get to my new job pleasing his cock. I opened my mouth, not knowing what else to do and began to suck his cock, he then told me how the grab his shaft and cup his balls and to use a lot of spit to get his cock ready to bred me. I was given more hits of poppers and found myself now sucking this giant black cock willingly or at least the drugs had me sucking and starting to feel like it was no big deal, not that the name calling and hair grabbing was not helping. It seemed the more they called me a faggot, bitch, and what they were going to do to me; well I just became what I thought I should be; to service these magnificent black cocks with my now cocksucking white mouth. The guy face fucking me told me to use a lot of spit, because that was what was going to be used to breed my faggot white cunt, and that I wouldn’t be able to walk right for a week when they were done with me. The strange part was that the other three were just standing there with their cocks in hand, but not being aggressive like the guy in my mouth; maybe he was the leader and they were waiting their turn, maybe they just wanted to watch and I would get out of there with just sucking or getting fucked by one cock. Then I thought the later was true, if I got this leader off in my mouth, my ass would be spared and I would never come back or talk about this to anyone. After I got the leaders cock hard and sucking as if my ass depended on it; and it did, he looked down at me and almost knew what I was doing, “think you get this cock off before I take that cherry white ass? Not going to happen bitch”. He then grabbed my hair and stood me up and walked me up to the sink and pushed my face down at the bowl and kicked my feet apart; I then felt what felt like spit on my ass, and this guy now had his cock at the entrance of my ass. The leader then leaned over me and whispered in my ear to hold tight and let him in and it wouldn’t hurt so bad, but it is going to hurt at first, then I hope you love getting fucked as much as I am going to love making you our bitch boy!! His cock started to push and of course I was attempting to hold tight, but one of the other guys came up and slapped my ass HARD and the leader slapped my face, that I forgot about the pain around my ass and thought about the other slaps and in his cock started. I SCREAMED out loud to the point they all started laughing and calling me a queer little bitch who just didn’t know how much I was going to learn to love black meat. One of the guys came up on the other side and gave me the pipe and then a hit of poppers, but my screams made someone notice, an older black guy, I think the janitor walked in and asked “what the fuck was going on”, the look on the janitors face was a look of taken back of four naked black guys and a naked with boy getting fucked in the ass. The fourth guy told the janitor to “get the fuck out and not say a thing or they would make him take my place”; the janitor turned and left as fast as he came in stating he don’t see a fucking thing. The leader never even stopped for a second, just kept pushing further and further up my ass until I felt his balls slapping against mine. A couple more hits of the pipe and poppers I was so fucked up, I hadn’t even noticed that I was now in a slow moan and not screaming to stop, but feeling like a used bitch in heat, I think I was even pushing back somewhat. The leader was now looking at his friends stating “look at white boy shaking his ass, he is liking it”; the leader then told one of the guys to use the other end. One of the guys then pulled me off the sink and they got me to my knees without the leader ever pulling out, I know had a black cock at my mouth and I just opened up and let him in. I never felt so sexy as I did right now, I was a white bitch who was satisfying black men’s cocks and I was liking it, no loving it. My ass and mouth were being used like a girl’s cunt and mouth and I wanted what they do, CUM a lot of cum. The more poppers under my nose, the more I sucked like it was my last, and at that point I was praying I would see these guys again and let them use me. The leader then began to fuck me with a passion, no a mission, FUCK he was about to cum, cum in me and he was poz, his poz cum was about to fill my ass. The leader stated “yeah bitch boy, I am going to cum in that now faggot white cunt and make you a poz chasing black cock bitch. The leader roared and pushed deep and held his cock deep in my ass and asked me if I could feel my life change, because I was now the property of black men who needed to get off. The black cock in my mouth was right behind the leader tell me if I didn’t swallow every drop he would kick my ass all over the bathroom. The pulsing of his cock now evident as I felt the first of several spurts of cum shooting into my mouth and he just kept telling me to swallow; and I did, I was not happy with the pungent taste, but I didn’t want to get beat up more! The guy that had just cum in my mouth and patted my faced stating that I did a good job, but would get better. The leader then pulled out of my ass, fuck did that feel different. The leader then walked up to my face and presented his cock, “get to work and clean me up BITCH”. I really didn’t want to suck a cock that just got out of my ass, but the third guy got down between my legs and shoved his cock ball deep into my ass. I didn’t have time to think as I opened my mouth to scream again, but found the leaders cock in my mouth telling me to be a good cocksucking white bitch and start cleaning, I could taste his cum, my ass and blood, but just did as I was told, knowing I was now defeated. I was cleaning a poz cock that had just raped my ass, had cum, shooting poz cum in my ass and swallow his friends cum and now getting fucked again by another poz cock. As the leader was satisfied that I had done my job, he pulled out and the fourth guy just looked at me with his cock in front of me, I just opened up and took him in, with a few more hits of poppers, I was back in heaven being bred at both ends knowing that I was going to get two more poz loads in me. The guy in my ass grabbed my hips and started to fuck me with a vengeance and I know that he was going to fill me with his hot seed. I heard the leader call me and as looked over I saw he had his phone pointed at me taking either photos or videos of me, I tried to look away, but was ordered to turn and look at him. The leader then looked at the other two and told them to “Do it to him”. They both pulled out and jacked their cum all over my ass and face and then shoved them both back into my holes with cum dripping on my back and down my face and seeing that the camera was still focused on me, I knew I would be at their beck and call till they tired of me. After the other two pulled out, I fell on my stomach and layed there feeling cum dripping down my waist, legs, and face as they all go dressed and told me now to be late for the next meeting if I knew what was good for me. They all walked out laughing, high fiving each other, the leaders last works I heard was, we got another white cunt to turn.

Part 1: It was the weekend of my 20th high school reunion. It had been a mostly boring gathering. I never made any deep friendships in high school. I think it was because I was so far into the closet, and didn't feel like I fit in with any of the groups of kids. I was into art and music, and it felt like I was the only one. So here I was on the day after, stopping at a convenience store to get a cup of coffee. I was at the coffee urns fixing myself a cup and I heard someone behind me say, "Jeff, is that you?" I turned around expecting to see one of my classmates, but instead it was a very handsome man a few years older than me. I looked for a second, and finally recognized my old history teacher Mr. Marco. Wow! I had had such a crush on this man back then! He was younger than the other teachers, only 10 years older than the students. He was tall, had a mass of dark curly hair, broad shoulders, beautiful deep brown eyes, a nice moustache, and a smile that lit up any room. Here he was 20 years later and even better looking. His body looked a bit bigger, his moustache was now a trim beard, his curls had a bit of silver at the temples, and that smile was still amazing. "Wow, Mr. Marco! Long time no see! How are you?" "Please Jeff, call me Frank. I am doing really well, and you?" "I'm doing well. I'm working right here in town. Love my job. Just saw a bunch of my old classmates last night at our 20th reunion." "That's great, Jeff. I'm moving back here to my parents' old place. Mom passed away earlier this year and left me the house. It's good to be back." Mr. Marco had been my favorite teacher. Besides being hot and making a confused and closeted high school boy have fantasies, he had the ability to make history come alive for me. He was always encouraging and genuinely concerned about how his students did in class. I loved the classes I had with him in my sophomore and junior years, and was really looking forward to senior year when we got to do special projects for class. But the summer after my junior year he got divorced from his wife and moved to another town. I guess I had felt a bit abandoned back then. And here he was after all this time. All these thoughts flooded through my mind, but I snapped out of it. "Oh yeah, I heard she died. I'm sorry. I always loved that house. It's such beautiful spot on the lake." He reached out and touched my arm. "Well Jeff, if you're not busy I'm heading over there. Come on over and we'll take a swim, have lunch, do some catching up." "That sounds great Mr. Marco-" he gave me a look- "I mean Frank. I'd love to." "Well, just follow me," he said, flashing me one of those smiles. My mind raced as I followed him in my car. I felt like a kid again. I really had no thought that anything would happen between us. Just spending time with such a sexy man would be nice for a change. We got to the house and he invited me in for a tour. It was a nice place, very well kept up, warm and inviting. The best part was the view of the lake. There was a broad lawn leading to the shore, and the house was on a very private little inlet. We walked across the grass down to the boathouse and dock. Frank pulled off his shirt and I got a good look at his furry chest. I had always wondered how hairy he was. "I'm going in for a swim. Come on in. I love to skinny dip- hope you're not shy!" He turned toward the water as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his shorts and ran down the dock and dove in. I did the same, hoping I wouldn't pop a boner before I hit the water. The water was great, jut cool enough to calm that down. We swam for a while and then he went up on shore nd stretched out on the grass on his back. I followed him, and we both lay naked in the warm sun. "So Jeff, how's your love life?" "Well... " was all I could say, surprised by his question. "Sorry to be so personal," he said. "I guess this is a bit awkward, with our history of being teacher and student. It can be tough to meet again as peers. I remember you well, Jeff. I remember we had a good connection. I enjoyed having you as a student." "I loved having you as a teacher," I blurted out, perhaps a bit too eagerly. He looked over at me and smiled. "I think you were signed up for my independent study class when I left town. I'm sorry that didn't happen. You know why I left?" "You got divorced." "Yes, that's the short version. I think I can tell you now. Things had not been good with my marriage. Neither of us was happy, especially not me. I made a mistake getting married." He paused and looked me in the eye. "I never made her happy, and I finally got honest with myself about why that was." He looked up at the sky. "I was attracted to men. That was the problem. After we split up we were both so much happier." He looked back at me. "Does that shock you?" I gulped and shook my head no. I swallowed hard, and finally blurted out, "N-n-n-no. I am gay too." I felt my face and whole body blush. "I thought maybe you were, Jeff. I got that vibe from you back then, Of course, I would never have done anything with you. You were way too young, aside from the possibility of losing my job. It was tough for me back then, though, being surrounded by so many good looking boys. Well, they were young men really. The hottest boys were the smart ones- like you." He flashed me that smile again. I couldn't believe this was happening. My heart was pounding. I bravely said, "Well here we are now, and we're both consenting adults." Still smiling, he reached over and grabbed my hand. He placed it on his growing cock. "Yes, here we are, and this is what you are doing to me." He leaned in and kissed me. I started stroking his dick. It was getting longer and thicker. I pulled back for a good look. It was uncut and growing to about 7 1/2 inches. The foreskin was pulling back from a big round head. My own dick was as hard as iit had ever been. I kissed him again, keeping that big veiny dick in my had. I kissed his neck, and down onto his furry chest. I licked at his nipples, and my head kept traveling lower. I kissed his belly and felt his bushy pubes against me face. I took the head of his dick in my mouth and felt his hands on my head. I swallowed him whole while my hand fondled his heavy balls. He then gently pulled my head back up for another, deeper kiss. His hands were all over my back and he squeezed my ass. Our cocks rubbed up against each other. He whispered in my ear, "What I really want is for you to lick my balls." I nodded and raced down there between his legs. He lifted his knees giving me access. I took one ball in my mouth and swirled my tongue all over it. I switched to the other and heard him moan and gasp. My fingers traced along his thighs. My mouth left his balls to swallow his cock again. He said, "No- keep sucking my balls. Stoke my dick. I'm getting close." I did what he asked. In just about a minute he did shoot while I had both his balls in my mouth. I felt that hot cock pulsing strongly as he came all over himself. I was moving to lick up his cum when he jumped up and ran back into the lake. I sat up in a bit of a daze. I loved what just happened, but was a bit freaked out at his reaction. Had I done something wrong? He came back up out of the water and stood in front of me. He saw my hard cock and knelt down and pushed me onto my back. He swallowed my cock and in no time I was blasting my load down his throat. He got down next to me and put his arm around me, getting me wet. We lay there both breathing heavily. He said, "I'm sorry Jeff, I freaked out. Maybe we shouldn't have done that." "No, I'm glad we did, Frank. I'm cool with it, really." He looked at me very seriously, then his smile started to come back. "Well, I'm glad. I really needed it." He got up and went over to retrieve his clothes. "I'd love to see you again Jeff. But I need to get ready to go back to my old place and get the rest of my things. I'll be moving in here, but I'll be gone for two weeks wrapping things up. I'll call you when I get back, OK?" It was my turn to smile. "You better call me."

Anyone else really turned on by the thought of me & a few other tops holding down a hot smooth bottom and raping both of his holes all night long? Use him & abuse him like the (sub)human sperm bank he is. NO safe word, NO mercy, NO lube. Make him scream. Make him struggle.

I have a coupon for a free room tonight at Spa Excess, I want to get in the sling on the third floor and take cock and loads.

I had met him on BBRTS a year earlier. He lived about two hours away, but there weren't many men where I lived, and his profile piqued my interest. It said he was 30, versatile, and it provided two photographs of a sexy dude with a nice cock in bed. HIV status: ask me. I contacted him with my bugchasing profile. He was interested, but said he didn’t know his status, adding that he preferred not to know so that he wasn't culpable of pozzing guys. We talked off and on for a few months trading fantasies. A re-occurring fantasy of his was that of fucking drunk college boys from the large school in his town and pozzing their asses with unmedicated cum. At the time I was mostly just fantasizing. I had taken an undetectable poz load once or twice a year earlier, and honestly wasn’t sure about this guy, but I knew I wasn’t going to drive two hours to find out if he was legit. And if he was poz and unmedicated, I wasn’t ready for that either. I lost track of him after about a while. A year later I spot him online again and by chance I would be driving near his town, so I contacted him. This time he didn’t hesitate to tell me he had recently been confirmed as POZ, and was still unmedicated. The last bloodwork had shown a viral load of 97,000. He mentioned he had been thinking of calling me, and so I found we ended-up talking about what he wanted to to do me. His voice was masculine and projected a cocky jock attitude. He told me to call him when I hit the road for my trip. A few weeks later, I was ready to drive. I called him after a few minutes on the road. He wanted to meet at a bookstore right off the highway. It wouldn’t add a minute to my trip. I was losing excuses to avoid his toxic load at the last minute, like on-the-fence chasers like me do sometimes. We talked for a few minutes then he said something that clinched it. He wanted to talk to me the entire way until I was at the bookstore, when I was 30 minutes away he would head towards it to meet. We perved for 30 minutes, my cock out and dripping precum as I drove. He wanted me inside a booth with a jock on ready to be pozzed. My heart pounded and I edged my cock as he told me about his latest escapades fucking his raw load into college boys. His favorite thing to do was fuck safe sex only bottoms. He bites the tip off of the condoms he uses, with his cock penetrating skin on skin while the ring and base of the condom remain in place. He relishes in the times the bottoms reach back to make sure there is a condom, feeling the latex ring and relaxing their holes to receive his death seed thinking they are safe from harm. I oozed precum as he told me of the many safe-sex boys to find themselves drunk, questioning if he came in their ass after being slammed full of his cock and cum. He assured them it was just extra lube he had used so his cock wouldn’t hurt them, and reminding them they saw and felt the condom. I was at the exit for the book store, so I telephoned him, saying I was pulling off the highway, and would be there shortly. He replied saying he was five minutes from the book store. We hung up as I parked. I was shaking with excitement as I tucked my cock into my waistband and went inside the metal building where I paid the admission fee and entered the video area. The video booth area was cleaner than any I had seen before. They looked brand new. There weren’t any gloryholes, and unfortunately, I was alone. I had asked him to be verbal so that others could know I was getting poz fucked. Maybe next time. I picked a booth and stripped my shirt and pants off, leaving me standing in a jock, athletic socks, and tennis shoes. He texted saying he was entering the store. The cracked booth door pulled open, he stepped in and closed it behind him. My dick was dripping precum all over the floor in a way it never had before. I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock. It was about seven inches, decently thick, cut, with a big head. I licked his precum before deep-throating and working his cock. All the while complementing my skill at sucking his cock, he talked to me like the faggot slut I was, telling me I was going to submit to his toxic cock and get his AIDS strain I stood up and turned my hole towards his direction. I bent over and braced against the wall of the booth. He plunged his cock into my ass rough. His dirty talk was beautiful. Nonstop poz domination, telling me how I would succumb to and get sick from his unmedicated toxic poz seed. I ached for it and rocked my ass against him to take his cock deeper. He ground my ass like this for what seemed like 15 or 20 minutes, roughly handling my neg jock body, slamming me against the wall, tightening his hand around my neck as he made me beg for AIDS. He made me promise to stay off meds and pass it to college studs who will fall for my hot jock body, all while impaling me with his raw cock. He was ramping up to blowing his load of cum, and it was all I could to do hold my load in and wait for him to climax. I had been gripping my cock still the entire time, on the brink from the first penetration. As he grunted with the release of the first rope of toxic cum into my gut I pulled down on my cock, putting pressure on the skin on the head and shot all over the booth wall. His pace slowed and he continued to grind his cock in and out of my hole for another minute or so.. My post cum regret was quickly sinking in. Fucking idiot fag slut, taking unmedicated poz seed on purpose. This always happens. But this time was the shortest yet. I hurried out of the booth, but by the time I made it to my car I was hard. A minute after driving away I found myself texting him, making plans for my next seeding.

sorry once I got the smell of seed I would have had to lick it up - just me me total pig -

I've used cum from floors and walls as lube to jerk off with. I've licked and tasted. Used it as lube for my cock and ass. I'm hard just thinking about it

i totally agree. If i sucked your cock i deserve that cum whether its in my mouth or up my ass i still want that cum inside me.

This story just gets better with each chapter.

Alll sluts i fucked enjoyed dirty talks. Makes things clear about their purpose here.

Was at the CumUnion in Palm Springs. Got there early, but all of the slings were already taken. Walked around and played a bit in the playrooms - sucked some dick, laid on a massage table and got fingered, eaten and fucked, walked around a bit more got the occasional grope - stopped and backed up. A couple took the opportunity and slid right in and fucked me standing up in the walkway. A couple pulled me off to the side and bent me over a chair or trash can. Eventually my hole was leaking a half-dozen loads as I walked around naked. Found an empty sling and hopped in and slid on a blindfold. Had a couple of looky-loos (could hear them approach, then scurry away. It happens - more often early in the evening.). Had a couple walk up and both fucked me. Don't know who they were, but they traded off inside me and egged each other on as they fucked. Love couples who cum in me! Eventually, they both came in me groaning and living the release and the second one REALLY loved his partner's juices in me! They left and it quieted down, so I got out (don't hog the facilities, after all). Moved to an outside sling that was busy earlier with a hot porn star. Since it was empty, I hoed up and proceeded to take a few more loads, the occasional few quick pumps, then a guy walked up and started talking about my hole like he'd found the holy grail. LOVED it! He pumped and teased my ass - hard and gentle, every angle, opening me up and talking dirty the whole time. He told me to open it up and I did, he ate my ass and sucked some cum out of me and continued fucking. I was in heaven. He must've gone for about 20 minutes when a tall guy who'd been circling came closer. Hot man offered the new guy my hole as he pulled out. The new guy was hung like a horse and rock hard. He plunged into me in one thrust all the way to the balls making me gasp and grab the poppers. He held himself there while I adjusted. Then he proceeded to pound my hole hard and deep forcing me to wince and exhale. He relished it and kept hitting that wall inside me until he slid past and I moaned like a freak. He pumped and pumped as the other guy egged him on. I could feel him tense as he shot into me flooding me and making my ass leak. I could feel him shoot a couple more times then he pulled out and fingered my cummy, gaping hole. He left and the hot guy dove down and ate my sloppy hole before he slid back in and shot his own load in me. I ALWAYS have a good time at CumUnion!

Yeah. The first time I sucked off an Uber driver was when he picked me up from the baths in Amsterdam. The second time was late at night in London. I'll have to write about both those incidents sometime. I love those surprise encounters. Late nights seem to be when it happens for me.

Was just getting ready to go to bed, and a guy I fooled around with a while back messaged me. We've never been able to get it together, he typically wants to breed just before dawn, and I usually don't look for sex after 3 AM. Well tonight he messaged me and I thought what the hell. I asked what time he left for work and he told me an hour and half. I said I was ready. He was over in about 15 minutes. Told me he wanted me ass up, that was so hard to convince me to do, and asks me how I want it. I told him ass up, raw and rough. He then asks me about status prep etc., for fucks sake you bred my ass on camera with another bud of mine. Anyway, he gets to my building, comes into my unit, and I'm waiting ass up. He spits on his dick, and pushes his fat 8" into my ready and willing hole. Pounds me fast and furious, and lasted about 5-10 minutes, the threeway we had before was over an hour so I knew he was horny. Feels so good having his hot load swimming in me now. Off to bed now :-)

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!!

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

This one. Three times in one night whilst I was tied up, hooded and seriously high. Good times.

Part 3 I woke up before Craig did. I got up and looked down at his sexy body, then headed to the bathroom for a shower. My mind was spinning from meeting these 2 different hot men in the space of 2 weeks. It did feel like I had met Frank for the first time, since our situations were so different from 20 years ago. I got dressed and went into the kitchen to fix breakfast. My mind was racing the whole time. I thought of how much fun I had with Craig last night, and of the things he had said. Is he poz? He said he only fucked bare, and that seemed to be the reason he didn't even try to fuck me last night. That whole line of thought was strangely arousing to me. He also said he had a hot guy. Does that mean he's in a relationship? If so, it didn't stop him from hooking up with me. Then my mind went back to Frank. I had been thinking of him for 2 weeks now- thinking of him and lusting after him. That thick veiny uncut cock that pulsed so hard when he shot his load had been almost an obsession. Was he going to call like he said? Would I see that cock again, touch it again, maybe more. I couldn't help but wonder how that pulsing cock would feel inside my hole. But why did he react the way he did after he shot his load? I heard a yawn behind me, and Craig was there putting his arms around me. "Good morning white boy," he said with that sexy little chuckle of his. "I hope you had fun last night." "I had a blast!" I turned around for a kiss. "I know you had a blast babe- the blast was in me remember?" He winked at me. "OK if I grab a shower?" "Of course. Breakfast will be done when you come out." He trotted into the bathroom. As soon as he closed the door my phone rang. "Hello." "Hey Jeff, good morning. This is Frank." "Oh hi! How are you?" My heart started beating faster. "Jeff, I'm sorry I didn't call before. I've had a lot of things to deal with back home and here at the house. I've been thinking about you though." "I've been thinking about you too. I'm so happy you called." "Oh good. Listen, I want to see you again very soon. You're probably working tomorrow, right?" "Frank, I'm pretty much my own boss. I can take a day off no problem." "Nice! Come over anytime tomorrow. We have some things to talk about." "Oh? That sounds a little serious." "Well, life is serious. Or it can be. Let's just say I need us to be clear about things, about our relationship. I'd love for us to spend a lot of time together, but we need to lay our cards on the table." I heard the shower turn off. "OK Frank. It's good to be clear about things, I agree. I'll see you tomorrow." "Great Jeff. Bye for now." "Bye." Craig appeared in the kitchen wearing the same clothes he had on last night, of course. "Something smells good!" put breakfast on the table and poured us both some coffee. We dug right in. That workout last night made us hungry. "Hey, can you still take me over to pick up my luggage?" "Of course. Let's head right over." I parked across the street from the station. "I'll be right back," Craig said. He sprinted across the street. I watched that ass that was full of my cum. 2 minutes later He stepped out the door. He stopped all of a sudden and pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. He stood there smiling and talking, laughing, nodding, talking some more. He looked at me and waved. The call finished and he trotted back to the car. I got out an opened the hatch, but he didn't put his bags in. "Hey Jeff, thanks for everything. I was going to ask you to drop me somewhere, but I have errands to run and I'll be getting a ride later. But I want to see you again- are you free for dinner tonight?" "Sure I am. You want to meet me at the bar or at my place?" "Let's meet at the bar. I want to pick you up again. I love getting lucky like that!" He laughed out loud and so did I. "You sure I can't take you somewhere?" I asked. But he said everything was all arranged. We hugged, and he planted a deep kiss on me. His hands reached down and squeezed my ass. He winked at me, picked up his bags, and headed down the street. I stood there blushing like a teenager. I spent all day doing housework and getting some work things in order, clearing things up for my unplanned day off. The time flew. I had so much to think about. Things like this just didn't happen to me. I sat down and turned on the TV, but I have no idea what was on. It was just noise while I had a thousand thoughts tumbling around. The mysterious Frank- what exactly did we need to have clear between us. He seemed really interested in some kind of relationship, but what did he mean by that? What was I looking for? I would love at least a friendship, but had to admit the idea of more than that really appealed to me. Then there was Craig. These thoughts were even harder to deal with. I was pretty sure he was poz. Maybe that should concern me more than it seemed to. I looked back on my sexual activities over the last few years. I had been with a few men, but not that many. I had fucked and been fucked by almost all of them. When was the last time I actually played safe though? I couldn't even remember. I had been looking around on hook-up sights online, like almost every gay man did, I assumed. I had to admit I had seen some poz guys who had turned me on. I had even chatted with some. If I was truly honest with myself, I had to admit to spending time on sites dedicated to barebacking, and watched my share of bareback porn. Hell, I had even read some stories that involved deliberate pozzing and what they called bug chasing. Then I imagined the reverse of what happened last night- with Craig fucking me bare instead of me fucking him bare. Did I want that? Did I want him to shoot his poz cum inside me? I realized my dick was rock hard- was that my answer? If anyone asked me if I would knowingly, willingly take a poz load up my ass, I would quickly say no. But If I asked myself, I seemed to answer differently. I could believe I was having these thoughts. But it felt right somehow. It seemed like something I would not say no to. Maybe I would even ask for it. I looked up at the clock and saw it was time to head for the bar. I got inside the bar and saw Craig sitting down at the end of the bar in the same place he was before. I sat a few seats away, pretending like I hadn't seen him. I looked his way and he flashed me that sexy smile. I kept a straight face, looked at him, and let my hand slowly drop to my crotch and rubbed my dick and gave him a nod. He laughed right out loud and moved down to the seat next to me. "You come here often, white boy? Can I but you a drink?" "Actually, I want to be sober tonight. I'm horny as hell and I want you home in my bed." "Damn! I love a man who knows what he wants and goes for it." "You have no idea. Ready to go?" His eyes widened in surprise, and he paid for his drink and we headed for the door. We got back to my apartment, and as soon as the door was shut I grabbed him. I gave him a deep, hungry kiss and said, "You said you liked white cock and white ass. You got my white cock last night, tonight you can have my white ass if you want it." Part 4 coming soon.

Yeah there's another thread on here w some good rough sex. This one is crazy fucking hot: http://www.gayboystube.com/video/365276/blakes-ordeal Satyr films also has lots of good rough porn, though it's more extreme/less of 1st time/inexperienced guys. Lots of hot deepthroating though! http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph572b00a5485d8 The bottom (Kelly Taylor) in this one is crazy hot http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=984260335 alo link to related thread

Met a guy with a hot 10" dick at a party. He was sad that no one could swallow it al, so I took that challenge and went all the way down on him. The he said no one seemed to be able to take it all up the ass, so I took that challenge too. He shot his load into me while his balls were up against my own balls.

I will love to be a bottom like that, being rapped and abused all weekend and be completely soaked in cum.

The thought of being the bottom in this situation, with lots of verbal abuse, pictures being sent out as they recruit more tops, being pushed around from one position to another, that gets me hard as hell.

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

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

Always cum inside. Nothing worse than BB and not pumping in or taking a load. It's all about the cum.

I'm undetectable it took about 3or 4 months to get me down but had a very high viral load before starting treatment. I dont regret getting hiv I enjoyed the sex like always. I still enjoy raw sex! I knew the risks but I just can't stand a gloved cock! And I love having a hot load pumped into my man pussy.

To be invited to a party and not realise until I arrive and led to the bedroom, that I am to be the bottom for all the other guests to fuck and drop their loads in.

I fully intended to stop barebacking and not take loads up my ass and I saved my fantasies of taking poz cum in my ass for jerking off. I posted ads on Craigslist and got the usual ratio of about 8 losers to 1 keeper. Finally a guy who sounded really hot came over: black, tall, built, 9 inches and uncut. Like most queers I adore big black uncut cock. A total top he said; I was going to be his bitch for the evening. I was really excited, I hadn't gotten fucked in 8 months and needed it bad, so I said I'd love to be your bitch gurl. "Do you mind if I turn a couple of video cameras on and record you fucking me?" "Go ahead, just give me a copy. One thing I should tell you, I'm poz. I'll been a little erratic with my meds, so my viral load is kind of high." Shit. I'd forgotten to ask him his status online. I didn't play with poz guys, fantasies notwithstanding. But, I was so fucking horny, and he was hot and he was here. "Well, ok, but use a condom to fuck me; I'll suck you raw, but I won't eat your load." "That's fine" He took me in his arms and kissed me deep, I was oozing precum and my asshole was lubing up, getting ready for his cock. "Take my cock out and suck it you hot bitch. Call me Daddy.". "Yes Daddy." I dropped to my knees, unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his 501s and pulled his soft cock out. It was lovely, pitch black with a long foreskin extending well beyond the head. I took the skin in both hands, pried it apart and began licking the head and inside of the skin. He was flowing precum, I was in heaven lapping up his juice; then I remembered, I was eating poz precum. I was getting virus in my mouth. My stomach flipped over, I was scared but my dick was hard as a rock and my hole was sloppy, ready for anything. I sucked him till he was rock hard, which didn't take long. He was indeed 9 inches, but he'd neglected to mention how thick he was; thick as a beer can. I'd gotten pounded by a couple of nine inchers, but none as thick. This was going to be a fuck to remember. His balls were huge and hung low, I dove down and started licking and sucking on them. I could barely get one at a time in my mouth. He moaned, pulled me up to his face and kissed me. "Let's get into bed." I whimpered. I really wanted that big black prick in my pussy. "Get a rubber and put it on" I always kept a selection of condoms and lube by the bed. I dug through the pile and got the biggest one. Holding the thick shaft in my hand I licked and mouthed the head, lubing it for the rubber. My hands wouldn't go completely around his cock, and I have big hands with long fingers. He'd opened the condom package and handed the rubber to me. I positioned it over the head and slid it down over the head and the shaft with my mouth. Except I didn't, it wouldn't fit. I was trembling with need for for his cock, struggling with the rubber. I struggled with the slippery condom and the hard cock oozing precum for what seemd like an eternity, But I just couldn't do it; his cock was too big and the rubber too small Finally he growled, grabbed me by the neck and pulled me off his cock. He picked up the rubber and threw it across the room. "Fuck it. I'm gonna fuck your ass raw, you faggot bitch!" I turned away and tried to swing my legs over the side of the bed, but his two big hands grabbed me and pulled me to the center of the bed. He pinned me face down, climbed on top and kicked my legs apart. "No, don't. I don't want to get pozzed!" " Take a deep breath bitch, you're going to get fucked now!" I felt the head of his cock against my asshole. He rubbed it around, drooling virus laden precum on my hole and rubbing it in. I was terrified, moaning and crying, tears pouring down. I was getting pozzed. "Please use lube, please!" "Fuck you, you little whore; you're getting it now!" He shoved his huge prick deep into my asshole with one stroke. I screamed, I could feel my ass tear. I'd never felt so much pain. I struggled, but didn't have a chance. Like most men that liked cock I'd fantasized about getting raped, about how hot it would be. Now I really was getting raped. It wasn't fun at all. The pain was incredible. I had no control over the situation, he could use me however he wanted, for as long as he wanted. He could do anything he wanted, he could kill me. My dick was hard as it had ever been, I was terrified, about to throw up from fear. I shot a load into the bed. He felt me twitch and ran his hand under my cock. It was smeared with my cum. He laughed, "How's it feel having your darkest fantasies come true, boy? You're getting raped by a big, coal black nigger and you love it. You're getting pozzed and you love it." He smeared his hand across my mouth, "Eat your cum, you little queer. I'm going to make all your deepest desires come true tonight." I eagerly licked my cum off his hand, sobbing, tears flowing. And my ass hurt. God, did it hurt. My cock was still hard. His cock started stroking in and out, lubed by precum, and no doubt, my blood. He pulled all the way out. My asshole ached and stung, the pain was intense. I wanted his prick back in my hole and pushed my butt up trying the capture what I wanted. He laughed. "Want more, bitch? Don't worry, you're going to get it. But first, lick my dick clean." He rolled me over on my back and shoved his cock in my mouth. It was smeared with precum and streaks of blood. He shoved my head down on it, I licked, tasting precum, assjuice and blood. It was wonderful. I whimpered, but from pleasure this time. I loved worshipping my daddy's dick. He chuckled. "Looks like I've got a brand new convert. A faggot whore for poz nigger cock. Your ass is torn up, my babies are already in your blood. You're just another infected dicksucker now. But I'm still going to fill you with poison seed, make sure I do the job. What do you say to that, faggot?" "Thank you, sir. Thank you for your cock and your gift. Please fuck me, please?" I wasn't pretending, I was in pain, but I really was glad. I was on the road to where I wanted to be. I no longer had to worry about getting infected. It was done. He pulled me to him and kissed me. "You're Daddy's little whore now, aren't you? You'll do anything I say, won't you?" "Yes Daddy, I'm yours now. I want to please you." And I did, this man owned me now, I had his babies, his dna, in my blood. And I really wanted that lovely prick in my pussy again. "You took your fucking like good little whore, I'm going to reward you" He reached over to the end table and got a bottle of lube and smeared it over his cock. "I don't care how much I tore you up; I'm lubing you so it feels better for me. I don't give a shit whether you like it or not; you're just my punk ass faggot bitch. Stick your ass in the air, queer." I did and Daddy stuck the bottle's nozzle in my pussyhole. He squeezed and I felt a cold invasion flow into me. I whimpered, I wanted Daddy's hot cock in me. "On your back, bitch." I rolled over, Daddy grabbed my legs, pulled them apart, put my heels on his shoulders, nuzzled his cock against my hole and slid in. He bottomed out and held it, put one hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his. Daddy's tongue slid past my lips and raped my mouth, like his cock raped my asshole. I played with my owner's tongue with mine, loving it that Daddy liked kissing me. My Daddy rode me long and hard, his wonderful prick stretching my hole, getting it accustomed to being used for his pleasure. I loved it, I'd never been fucked like that. He kissed me again and I shot a load all over my belly and chest. Daddy laughed, licked it up and kissed me, pushing my cum in my mouth. Then he picked up the pace and banged me hard for 10 or 15 minutes, finally shoving his prick deeper that it'd ever been and groaned. A warm flood filled my pussy as Daddy's cock twitched and shot spurt after spurt of poison jizz into my guts. "Pozzing your cunt, bitch!" He humped his cock into me 4 or 5 times really hard, tearing my pussy more, I screamed with pain. Daddy collapsed on me, kissed me again and looked into my eyes. I was moaning and whimpering with pain and pleasure. "Welcome to the club, you poz fuckhole." I kissed Daddy back, "Thank you Daddy". Daddy slid his cock out of me and held it in front of my face. It was lovely, softening slightly, dripping cum heavily streaked with my blood. I eagerly raised my head and took it in my mouth and sucked it clean. It was even better than the first time he had me clean him; his cum delicious, especially spiced with my pussy juice and the coppery taste of my blood. "Don't let anybody use your pussy till you get the fuck flu and test positive. I want you infected with my babies first." "Daddy, I don't want any cock but yours. I hope I please you and that you will fuck me anytime you want" Three weeks later I was down with the flu for 10 days. I was so sick I couldn't get out of bed except to crawl to the toilet. Daddy took pity on me and had his girls drop by and bring me food and gatorade. When I got better I went to the clinic and got tested. It worked; I was poz!

I absolutely love getting fucked understall. I can't even venture a guess of how many classes i missed in college so i could get loaded up....sleazy, very cruisy mens room on campus, with lots of jocks needing to dump a load.

Awesome story, Carenath. For a continuance, I would suggest Part II could be about the brothers, Aaron and Ryan, becoming even more intimate and have sex naturally without all the bondage and so forth. And at some point Aaron should show Ryan the way to top a man by having Ryan fuck him. In this encounter, Ryan could discover that he's actually more top than bottom. All the while, it should be clear that Aaron is not able to start taking meds that make his VL undetectable and therefore remains toxic. Bart and Tim should also be counseling them, telling them about how many chasers there are out there and how few gifters there are in the world because so many are pressured to go on expensive medications right after their POZ diagnosis with the aim of making them undetectable so they CANNOT pass on the Gift. Bart and Tim should remind them of Ryan's own words that he'd rather get it from his brother than anyone else, particularly a stranger. After about 3 weeks, Ryan comes down with what he calls the "worst flu of my life." Aaron, Bart and Time nurse him through the fuck flu, and again Aaron has doubts and guilt feelings about Gifting his brother. Meanwhile, Bart and Tim are trying to persuade the brothers to join them in their regular conversion parties for willing chasers. Part II ends with them getting an OraQuick home test kit and using it to confirm that Ryan has indeed converted. Part III continues with Bart and Tim persuading Aaron and Ryan to stay off medication and be guest toxic POZ tops at the next monthly conversion party, then describe in great details the bareback orgy that the conversion party turns into and how much fun each brother has in pumping toxic load after toxic load into willing young chasers. Also, at some point, you should reveal whether Bart and Tim, who we know are POZ, are either taking medications that make them undetectable (and therefore extremely unlikely to infect a neg bug chaser no matter how hard they try) or have stopped or refused medication from the start so that they can be toxic POZ Gifters at their conversion parties.

Me: 39, 6'1", semi musclar black bear w/ hairy body, 6" cut, bald head, tight groom black beard, versatile Visitor : 54, 5'11", good shape white daddy, close cut salt and pepper hair. 7-8 fat foreskin cock,versatile So the week after Xmas, I got a message from a guy on Scruff. He was visiting the area for the day and was staying at nearby hotel. Now this was proving to be one the area coldest evening in a long time. So the idea of cuddling up with a guy was a nice idea. So after some back and forth I headed over. When I got there his pic matched him quite nicely. We chatted as we waiting for the hotel room to adjust from the blast of cold air that had come in with me. He then switched off the heater, as we were going to generate enough heat. We start with kissing as our hands slide over each other. His hand gave my harden cock a solid squeeze. As I gave his slower growing cock a squeeze in return. I wonder who was going to fuck whom. We never discussed that. Our foreplay continued as we moved to the bed. Clothing slowly coming off, as lips met more bare flesh. Pants were ripped away faster than the shirts. Soon his focus was onto my left nipple. Where he dined and slowly torment me over the course of the night ( it swore for 3 days after). As he did I felt his cock which was now fully hard, it fat body a surprise, which I knew I wanted to get fucked by. We moved in a 69, me on the bottom and him on top. That fat cock filling my mouth. My finger slide over his hole . He was seriously into suck me. Back and forth we went. Till we returned to kissing each other. As we did we seem to start taking turn finger each other ass. When I brought the coconut oil Iube, and put some on his finger. He rubbed my hole. Then stoked himself to stay hard I soon was laying on my belly as he fingered me more. Moaning my enjoyment. He reposition and start pushing the fat cock I want into my hole. When had never discuss condom or status. (Mind it listed in our profiles)Sadly it had been awhile. So it was a little while for me to open. But it was long he was fully in me. Fuck and chewing on my ears and necks. Minutes later shifted as he caught his breath. I sat up and lubed my cock and stroked to back to firmness. I slide up to him and pushed his legs back. I rub his hole with my wet hand and teased his hole with my cock. I push forward into his hole as he struggled to open up. It had been a while for him too. As I did he now felt the need to talk status and say he was negative. I just smirked as I felt his ass loosen. I said , I know and so am I, & im on PreP. Then fuck he hole. Back and forth we went over the next hour. Flipping each other's hole. I was once again on my belly, as he worked my hole. I groaned and, " cum for me. Fill my hole daddy". He growled and chewed my ear more. " you want daddies load," he said. I moaned in response. He pounding increased. Till he suddenly slowed and panted. He pulled out and collapse back on the bed." Yeah that was good. You ass just got my four day load." I rolled over and panted too. Sadly I know I didn't have the strength after that ride to fuck him. He ask if I want to cum? Which I did, and strokes myself till I shoot my super wet load. He dove down on my cUm covered cock and ate it up. He soon sat up and gave me a cum coated kiss.

Chapter 2: I met Mike a couple of years back when I was just 21, a few weeks from my 22nd birthday, and we quickly became regular fuckbuds. At that time, I thought I was sexually adventurous. Mike, however, opened me up more sexually. Mike fucked me, occasionally shared his piss with me, and my favorite part, he liked group sex and took me to sex parties. It took almost no time before I was chasing the bug with him. I had always barebacked, without giving it much thought, now I hungry for a poz man’s cock. I wouldn’t say we were ever dating, but we were close, we had a lot of sex, and spent a lot of time together. I met Mike on BBRT. Another cute versatile guy among the hundreds. Mike’s profile listed his stats as 24, 5’7”, 135lbs, large cock and his HIV status read, 'Ask me'. I wasn’t sure about that part but I really wanted that cock in me; I was hot for him. I unlocked my pics and noticed he checked out my profile. A minute or two later he had unlocked and I had emails from him. I thought about it and supposed 'Ask me' might well mean he was HIV+, but I was interested, I replied and simply asked. Mike’s reply was “I'm probably neg, but always bareback and want guys to ask." "Why not just say 'Not sure'", I asked. He had no answer, but only replied “Looking .. text me,” giving me his number. I showered and cleaned out and in about 30 minutes was at his front door. He answered the door, looked like pics, but he had serious bed head. He was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. We made eye contact, I smiled, “Haaaa… looks like I’m overdressed” I said, and in attempt to impress him, stripped right there in the foyer. He kissed me, “Let’s go to my bedroom.” He led me down the hall, I sat on the end of his bed, him standing over me, and we kissed again. It was amazing, his lips were so soft and when his tongue invaded my mouth I got an instant hard-on. He looked down at me, “You’re neg too?” I nodded, “Cool,” he murmured. I kept the eye contact as I lowered myself to my knees, licked the head of his cock while he watched, “Ahhhh … mmmmm … feels good," he moaned. I went slowly, licking the slit, then the head, then taking as much of his cock in as I could get. Back and forth I repeated the motions. I knew it was working, in 3.2 seconds he had become a leaky faucet of precum, and I was greedily swallowing every drop. His hands rested on my head as I serviced him. “Stand up," he ordered, and upon doing so, he again kissed me. Mike pointed to the bed, “Turn around and get on all fours. Show me that hot hole of yours." I climbed on the bed, head down, ass up, spreading my legs and ass with it – I wanted to feel vulnerable and exposed. I wanted him to fuck me. “So hot”, I hear him say softly. He got up on the bed close to me, and ran his hand over my ass and lightly into the crack … teasing. I heard what sounded like him pulling a finger from his mouth, then I felt pain, he shoved his middle finger right up inside me. “Ahhhhh … ahhhh,” I gasped. In a subdued voice he remarked “Mmmmm … Yeah that’s what you want … oh fuck that’s a nice, tight hole." I knew he was just looking down at me – lightly massaging inside me, this time he spoke up, “Yeah I’m gonna fuck and breed you like a little bitch. You’re queer for my seed ain’tcha?” The words were like a drug, “Yes … Yes I am." “Yes, what? You want this raw cock and seed?” This time I didn’t hold back, “Fuck yes I do! Fuck I want that raw cock and seed!" “That’s right boy .. mmmmm .. gonna breed that ass so deep.” Mike removed his finger from my ass, leaned in a little bit and then I could hear the lube as he stroked some on his cock a few times, then another squeeze, and I could feel cold lube running into the crack of my ass. “Bitch, it's time to breed that hole." He then placed one of his hands on my waist and I knew the other was on his cock; I could feel his cock head touching my hole. Mike was about to put that hot cock where his finger had been. I wanted it. I pushed back a little let him know. “Ahhhh … ! Ahhhhh fuck!”, I cried out as he pushed in and his big dick invaded the tight space of my ass. “That’s right boy … fuck, … ahhhh … that’s right, fuck … give that ass to me … gonna breed you so deep – fill you with cum." I knew Mike could feel how tight I was but it didn’t stop him from using slow, constant pressure n his cock, “That’s it … so hot … ahhhh… ahhhh... fuck yeah, .. fuck yeah," and he bottomed out, “That’s all of me babe … got that raw cock all the way in." I moaned, “MMMMMMMM”, it stung but feeling his hairy nuts touching my ass made me want his load that much more. He moved back out almost as slowly as he entered, then back in again. It didn’t take very long before he was pounding my ass hard. I could hear his balls slapping against my ass as he pushed all the way in. "Fuck me, mmmmmm… fuck … fuck … yeah, fuck me," I begged. Mike now grunted in reply “Fuck yeah, take my cock, bitch!” I kept my face down in the comforter as he rode my ass like a pro. I had been fucked many times before but Mike was riding this ass like a champion at a Rodeo. “Spread your cheeks more for me”, I reached back, “Yeah like that… like that”, it felt like that raw cock pushed in a little deeper, if that was even possible. “Fuck yeah … breed my ass … I want it. Fuck .. fuck .. yeah you want this dirty load don’t you?” I had no idea what we were even saying, “Yeah, I do," I replied. I was too involved to give any other reply. Mike rode me like that for a solid 10 minutes and I could tell from his grunts he was about to go over the edge. “ahhhhh … I’m close … fuck! … I’m getting close babe, … gonna dump this huge load inside you … ahhhh”, “Fuck yea … fuck I want it”. Mike made a few final firmly planted thrusts, and then it happened, “AHHHHHHHHHHHH … FUCKKKKK … FUCKKKKKK”, I felt him make one final thrust in deep and I knew he was squirting his load into my guts. “FUCK!”, he shouted, as I felt his cock spasm and the sweat from his balls against me. There was no mistaking I had just taken another man’s cum. We were both hot and sweating when the a/c kicked on … we stayed connected like that for a few more minutes, neither one of us wanting to move or let his cock slip out of my hole. “That was so hot .. did you get what you wanted?” It seemed a bit of an odd question, but I just replied with, “Fuck yeah I did. I wanted your big load. It was so hot." Mike withdrew and lay down beside me and we started to share soft kisses as we lay there just soaking in the whole experience. “So you like this raw cock huh?” “Love it … that was so hot.” “Nice … we gonna do it again?” I replied “Hell yeah, anytime.” “You up for group fun sometime, too? Fuck bud of mine loves breeding ass … he usually just fucks me." The image of Mike taking raw cock while fucking me went through my head, “Bareback?” “Yeah, it's the only way I get fucked," he replied. I just laughed, “Yeah, I’m up for that anytime." Mike looked at me, “Kevin … he’s poz … that still cool?” I hadn’t given it any thought before, but this made me acknowledge, even as hot as he was, I had just let another guy I didn’t really know cum inside my ass. I know there was a risk, but in the few seconds it took me to process his question I could tell he wasn’t sure if he should’ve said anything, so I just spit out, “I’m good … yeah,.. yeah, it's cool.” “You sure? I gotta say, I fuckin' love his cock too." “I’m sure, yeah, I’m sure. Will he want to fuck me?” “He might. Yeah, I think so. You might as well let him." “Yeah.” “You just took my cum, and he’s been fucking me for a while now.” I smiled back at Mike, “Yeah, he can definitely fuck me if he wants.” I swallowed hard, then I just kissed him. Mike just smiled a mischievous grin.

always loved barebacking but most guys in 90's and early 2000's wouldn't do it. I found out I'm a better top than bottom and from about 1998 on I've been mostly a top and from about 2005 on I have topped about 98 % of the time and 95% of that time with NO condom....didn't take much to convince a guy to go bare...it just feels so much better. I won't pull out either...I make sure my cum is IN them. So, in 2013 I got fucked buy a guy that I didn't know and we didn't have the HIV discussion....came back POZ 3 months later...no regrets...it was my fault that I didn't protect myself. BUT...now It's 100 percent BARE BACK!!!! LOVE it and will never go back!!!

kind of strange, never have had a guy say that to me as I posted a few days ago. But last night, a long time neg. friend asked me to help him convert. He has been barebacking for some time, but has not tested poz. We have been friends for a long time (several years) but as both bottoms, had played around a bit, but never fucked. After some spirited discussion, we have agreed to concentrate on his conversion. what was kind of a surprise, just as I was ready to blast him with my freshly pozzed seed, I heard myself asking him if he was ready to feel my toxic cum fill his ass. I am not sure where it came from...but I wanted him to know, just as I was shooting my jizz, that he was about to take a poz load. He never said yes, but the animal-like moan/cry told me he was ready. He left with a nice size load and we will repeat the process on Friday.

I was 14. Thank god I grew up in the age of grindr!

love trucker sex

Any chance they ran through a cruisy park and your son took loads from more than his boyfriend?

On his back with his goopy glossy pucker pointed to Heaven, my birthday boy’s pulverized pink porthole pulsed in anticipation of the bowel brushing he was about to receive. Despite the almost constant pounding he sweet virgin kunt had taken over the last 6 hours, Junior’s pouting pussy-lips rebounded nicely, still capable of creating a seal to retain the dozen and a half tainted loads of biohazardous baby-batter marinating his prostate and basting his battered rectal walls. He claimed to have just turned 18, and we took him on his word. He wanted me to make him a man, and having just seen the rage filled fuck he just thrown into Psycho-Mike, he was well on his way. Watching his jizz smeared teeny-twat twitch made my balls ache and my mouth water, as I fought the urge to wrap my lips around his shit-chute and suck out that fetid fuck-slime, like so much rattlesnake venom. Instead, I hit the button on the GumGripper2000 and felt the bristles of the electric toothbrush begin scraping and scrubbing my own slime saturated manhole. Not too hard, not too soft, I clicked it off before removing the juicy pink head of the once white brush from my buffed up butt-tunnel, and smiled. It passed the test. “It’s up to you now, Son,” I said handing him the silenced rectal rasper, “if you want to join our club, all you gotta do is slip this nasty brush up your butt and press this blood stained button. Be careful though,” I said holding the poppers bottle to his lips, as he sucked in nice and deep, “it just might kill you”. ****** After our adventures in the park, we’d taken an hour to cool down a bit at my place before his pozzing party really got started. He cleaned my armpits, my ass hole and my feet, pawing at my pecker, begging for another load. I gave him his own pay-as-you-go cel-phone just for hook ups, and to call me to bail him out of jail if the cops ever caught him lurking in the bushes or toilets. To offset the speed rushing through his blood stream, I began feeding him beers- legal at 18 in this State. We cuddled on the couch, as he nursed on my swollen nipples, doing his damndest to try and suck spunk out through my man-tits, and from the way his hungry mouth boned me up, he was getting pretty close to succeeding, when the doorbell rang. Eddie and Jack were the first to arrive, I was glad to have the back up, so I could focus on fucking up my son without having to worry about strangers fucking up my apartment. The kid’s instinct was to dive for their dicks, and I found myself threatening to hand cuff him, if he couldn’t restrain himself. I explained that they would be helping me with some of his future lessons. Jack and Eddie would be back the next night for his next course on Watersports, and they would also be in charge of his K9 training when he was ready for it, and after I said that my older cousin suddenly remembered he had some frozen treats for later in his back pack, and he got up to put them in the freezer. Instinctively, my son dropped down between Ed’s thick thighs as he reclined in the leather lazy-boy, while Jack and I went to the kitchen. While my cousin laid-out a few thick white lines for us to enjoy before the show, he deposited five frozen cubes in my freezer, “Puppy Treats” he liked to call them, and then pulled out a couple small wax cups containing bright yellow Jello-shots, made from a mix of his own rank chem-piss combined with a copious helping of canine ejaculate. “I want you to call me ‘Grandpa’ from now on,” Eddie said stroking the kid’s soft hair, as the sweet cheeked teen bathed in the comforting affection of the depraved pervert. After his release from the state pen, the Judge ordered that he be chemically castrated, but fortunately, his court appointed doctor shared Eddie’s sick interests, and provided him monthly testosterone injections instead, in exchange for specialty porn, an occasional ass-full of the old guy’s nut-sauce, and the promise that the filthy old freak would find “socially acceptable” sources for his tightly twisted desires. If the kid associated the kindly grandfather figure with monster meat that tore up his kunt through the glory hole, I don’t know, but he appeared to have bonded seamlessly with the friendly stranger. “Swallow this,” I instructed the kid, handing him the Dixie cup. The next one we’d make him chew, but for now, the lemon flavored speed-treat slipped into his beer filled belly without the slightest hint of revulsion. When the doorbell rang, we had Junior climb up on the coffee table on his hands and knees. He still wore his not so white jockey shorts, but now the entire backend was shredded like poor man’s jock strap. Jack secured a paper cone birthday hat to his head with the thin elastic band slipping under our sweet sacrifice’s smooth chin. If you saw Lenny and Karl on the street, you probably wouldn’t give them a second look, but at the baths, they never bothered with towels, because their long floppy death-sticks did all the talking for them. They were sort of local celebrities featured in the spunk soaked bareback films from the San Francisco company, and frequently starred in the Piss/Fist epics from those brilliant bastards out of San Diego/ Palm Springs. Both men took their time appraising the kid’s unmarred alabaster skin, circling him and caressing his hyper-sensitized flesh with their black and white hands respectively. Where Lenny dropped to his knees and began supping softly on the boy’s pink pucker, Karl presented the boy with the fresh biohazard tattoo still oozing blood and ink at the base of his spine. Although wound licking is pretty much at the top of every “Do Not List” for new tats, the brown skinned stud took a moment to enjoy soothing sensation of the little horndog’s innocent tongue on his tenderized epidermis. Bending over further, Karl offered up his thick black asshole to the boy’s lips, along with the toxic load from the tattoo artist that bubbled just inside his door. As the slick salty sperm swam out of the man’s ass into the kid’s mouth, his skinny buddy stood up and dropped his pants. A sigh escaped from all three of us sitting on the couch, as we watched Lenny cradle his 10 inch gut lance in the palm of his hand. The next sudden intake of air came from the kid, as the porn star pushed his poisonous plunger deep in the blond boy’s sticky hole. Karl turned and offered my Son’s gaping mouth 9 and a half inches pure Blatino beefsteak, and used it to wax the kid’s jizz smeared tongue. Who knows how many holes he had fucked with that big thing? Junior certainly didn’t care as he attempted to deep throat as much of it as he could before it grew to hard to bend. As exhibitionists extraordinaire, the two studs took their time putting on a show for their more than appreciative audience. As the meth penetrated our sinuses and blood streams, Jack and I couldn’t help but beat our meat as we watched Junior get plugged at both ends My little tweeker’s tight cum canyon started working it’s magic on Lenny, and he needed to stop and switch places with his black bud, now rock hard and ready to ram. Junior went to town on the slime coated schlong dripping in front of him, swallowing all the ass-juice and spent seed he could manage, as Karl took a stab at his ass. When they switched places again, I couldn’t help but engage in a little audience participation. On my back, I slipped under my Son to get a view of their prostate pillaging up-close. The front of the kid’s jockeys were already wet from his precum as they pounded the piss out of him, and I reached my tongue up into the gap between Lenny’s veiny shaft and Junior’s jelly ring. Worshiping the master swordsmen’s rod and balls, came with its own reward, as he began alternating between fucking the kid’s goo coated kunt and my constantly cum hungry throat. From my son’s ass to his dad’s mouth, as nature intended. He and Karl switched again, giving me the opportunity to service the deadly black shaft as well. I know that if I didn’t quit soon, I would not be able to stop myself from devouring the kid’s cummy-kunt lips as well, so I wiggled out as soon as I heard the sound of the doorbell. Eddie answered for me, as the two performers repositioned our little fuck puppet for their grand finale. The flexible little fucker flipped on his back, supporting his weight on his neck and shoulders, with his hungry hole positioned between them and his own slime soaked pouch immediately above his spit and splooge coated face. As a new anonymous donor made his way into the living room, Lenny and Karl straddled the kid and the table, taking turns torturing the teen’s sperm vault with their dueling dickheads. One would go in, just as the other popped out, back and forth, each getting harder and closer as they watched their buddy try to break open the boy. When their sweat finally began forming puddles on the coffee table, running down the kid’s pinned thighs, they crossed a line I didn’t expect my Son to reach for another month. Both dudes, rammed their bloated red and purple heads in to the cumdump’s suddenly gapping hole, and fired their infections loads simultaneously through the maxed out sphincter as all three screamed out in pleasure and pain. Junior struggled to free himself just as his masters tried to force another inch of their spasming wad riffles into his thrashing body. Jack quickly dropped his jeans and set his asshole on the kid’s mouth to muffle his cries and offer some distraction as the studs continued to drain their nuts, before slowly reentering the atmosphere. Karl pulled his purple knob out first, bending over to kiss his buddy’s shaft where it remained lodged. Feeling the tight sex object beneath him suddenly relax, Jack stood up and stepped away from his seat, just as Lenny suddenly plunged the full length of his ramrod back in balls deep, slamming their combined slime as far down into the kid’s intestinal track as his 10 inch baby-maker could reach. Junior’s sudden sigh was met by Karl’s snot covered corona as it spread their blended filth all over the inside of my Son’s gaping mouth. Lenny pulled out and came around to push his dick in beside his co-conspirators, so the birthday boy could hold them both in his mouth. Watching the drug crazed teen franticly try to scour both penises for all the leftovers he could, suggested that he bore them no ill will for his first DP, no matter how much pain he might have been in just moments before. Using my two index fingers, I examined Junior’s rump-ring for any serious rips or tears, surprised once again that his ass lips remained, for the most part, intact. Lenny and Karl’s mouths were filled with each other’s tongues, just as the kid’s gob was stretched to capacity by their deflating dicks. Knowing what they wanted to do next, I had to stop them before the tried downing the poor boy with their urine. “The night’s too young for him to start puking… just yet,” I hated to disappoint my guests, but to my pleasure and surprise they lead the newest party guest to the bathroom to relieve their bladders, giving the kid a chance to recover his breath. His grandpa stroked his hair and kissed his slime covered cheeks, whispering about what a good little trooper we was. Over the course of the next three hours, another 5 guys would show up to pay their respects, and though a few weren’t interested in giving their names, only one left without signing his name in the honey soaked guestbook the kid had kept hidden secretly between his butt cheeks for the last 18 years. Our buddy Doug showed up with a very special treat, his new fuck zombie, filthyrigshit (yes, the name has been changed to protect the deviant). A year and a half ago, the collage football star was 6 units away from graduating, when he blew out his knee and was told he’d never play ball again. His first slam lead to a pozzing party not unlike the one we were hosting for junior, but what a difference 18 months could make. filthyrigshit had never so much as smoked a joint or jerked off with a buddy before he met Psycho Mike, but all of that changed once the weak willed college athlete found himself on point. Not many of us in these parts, other than Lenny and Karl, get a chance to fuck a guy who looks like an old fashioned Colt model, and at the time, we thought he was like my son- a boy who wanted to be accepted in the company of men. When Psycho Mike invited us to his breeding bash, we had no idea when were participating in the ex-jock’s slow suicide. Hell, from the way the jock begged to be “raped” and “infected”, we assumed he was just one of the gang, not some strung out straight junkie willing to say anything he was told to get a fix. Mike even told him that we had all hidden crystal up our asses, and that he’d need to eat our shit to get to it, which the damaged heterosexual eagerly did with both hands by the end of the night. Talk about a walking “cautionary tale.” He quit college and lost 120 lbs, moving from basement to basement and master to master. His once flawless skin was now covered in the worst tattoos you have ever seen, including his neck, lip and forehead. One nipple and his cock head had been split, yet he still managed to pierce ever other dangling part of himself that his latest owner wanted ram a piece of steel through. His hollow eyes and gaunt cheekbones spoke of a creature not long for this world. Psycho Mike didn’t even recognize his own creation when he showed up just before 10:00. Still my invite did say, “all loads welcome” though I doubted fithyrigshit could get it up long enough to make a donation. One curious stranger, who arrived at the door with his dick out, kept watching my son’s cluster fuck with the same intensity that he kept checking his watch. From his wedding ring and his shyness about joining in the gangbang, I suspected that he wasn’t even positive. But he didn’t have a rubber, so I did my best to be open-minded. When I tried chatting up the Tourist with No Name, he asked if he could do the kid alone. I explained that it was a party, but offered him my own ass in the bedroom, if he was in a hurry. Five minutes later, his pants zipped up, and out the door he went, while his sperm of indeterminate status remained behind, mingling together with the other three loads and the pulverized condom swimming around inside my fetid colon. After accepting another 3 deposits in his spermbank, and 3 more down his throat, Junior stopped for a little breather, entertaining Jack, Eddie and the rest of the gang, by chewing his next bright yellow Jello shot and squishing the sick confection through his teeth. I also gave the kid some more meth in a gelatin capsule as a bit of a speed bump to get him through what was about to follow. Between his own legs, fithyrigshit supped on the kid’s soggy under-shorts and suckled my boy’s shriveled little disco dick. My tweeked out son hardly seemed to notice the former Heisman Trophy Candidate. When Grandpa Eddie asked Uncle Jack for his bag, I knew what was coming next, so I whispered my plan into Doug’s ear, and we quickly stepped into my bedroom to ad another little surprise treat for my freshly deflowered son. When I returned, I was pleased to see Professor Poison Prick from the park had cum to donate another toxic load to the cause, only now, we didn’t wear his glasses, and he looked too fucking hot in his black leather chaps and MINESHAFT t-shirt. Across the room, Grandpa Eddie sat in the recliner once again, with my son waiting patiently between his legs, holding the old perv’s goodie bag. Seeing the monster dong Eddie pulled from his pants seemed to ignite the kid’s short-term memory. His hands trembled as My Favorite *edo tied off his bloated cock and balls. No one in the room could hear what he was whispering to his little helper, but the boy retrieved the party hat from where it had been knocked to the floor, and immediately accepted the little blue pacifier the sick old freak told him to suck. Next to a blood slam, there’s nothing quite as dangerous as a dick slam. One wrong move and Eddie would succeed in doing what the court had mandated 15 years ago. But shooting speed in his dick did the same thing to my uncle’s molester that ramming Trimix or Javarject did for movie stars. Junior’s eyes grew as big as black flying saucers as he watched the old man pierce the vein and inject methamphetamine into his dormant dong. “Untie Grandpa,” he demanded, “Undo it now,” and my boy quickly fumbled to undo the impromptu truncate that had first looked like a cave man’s cock ring. A small spot of virus ridden blood and meth leaked from his puncture, and as he sank back into his chair, he mumbled, “Lick that up…” My son complied. After a few second’s where the old guy looked lost to the world, his massive paws suddenly found the awe struck kid in front of him and began rubbing the boy’s unmarred arms, smooth chest and soft face like our fuck-utility was made of gold. Overwhelmed by his new grandfather’s overpowering attention, my boy rolled onto his back just as Grandpa rolled effortlessly on top of him. “Ya ready son?” he asked with out looking at me, and I stepped into place, and squatted over the innocent face as my mentor gentle removed the pacifier for the birthday boy’s mouth. “Ya ready for a very special present from your daddy, baby?” Grandpa mumbled, and my boy nodded. “Then ask him. Ask him for your special birthday treat….” “Please Dad. Please Papa, give me my birthday treat…’ “Special birthday treat,” he coached. “Special birthday treat,” my drugged up little spermbank repeated. “Kiss your Papa’s shit-chute, Son. Get your tongue up inside your Daddy’s ass….” Junior’s sweet lips felt warm and wet on my well used butt ring. “French kiss it, like he’s your prom date,” the old freak urged him. My new Son’s mouth was too hot to believe, and I needed to clamp down the best I could, trying to restrain myself before giving away the whole Money Shot. “Open your mouth, Grandbaby, but don’t swallow. We’re all gonna be real mad at you if you swallow before I say so,” and once again, the kid opened up his mouth like a hungry little bird. I couldn’t hold back. All the swimming, swirling jizz in my guts forced its way out, first in globby drops, but then suddenly in big ugly squirts of chunky super-charged spunk. The five nut loads I collected that day, including the kid’s, now washed out of my rectum and into his welcoming maw. I swear it was the drugs that were making me bare down and release the sloppy sperm farts into his teenage face. But try as I might, the renegade scumbag I’d picked out of the park toilet remained lodged in my dilated turd canal. “Get your tongue up in there,” Eddie instructed, “Dig around in your father’s asshole and get that spunk-sack out of there for him.” The eager little humming birds ravenous lips and prehensile twat-taster sucked and fucked my gaping ass, as I grunted down as hard as I could, offering up Daddy’s sperm saturated prolapse, like so much blood red birthday cake for the starving lad to feast on. Word’s can’t describe the sheer ecstasy of the kid’s ravenous mouth on my distended bowel. “Don’t swallow, just dig in” his flying grandpa sighed as his fingers began fiddling with the kid’s recently discovered hole, that waited vacant between the filthy old freak’s thighs. The sensation of my son pulling the second hand rubber out of my intestinal track was almost too much for me to take, and with it came a second explosive splash of warm nut snot and ass juice. I had to stand up just to see the beautiful mess I’d made of my little cum-junkies face. What a show off he was, and the crowd applauded at the sight of his gaping mouth full to the lips with 5 loads of spermatozoa and copious amounts of anal mucus. Half the deflated condom spilled out of his mouth and over the side of his lips, like the chewed up scumbag was trying desperately to escape so it could impregnate his ear. The tripping boy lay frozen in the tripping man’s stare. Psychically they were saying disgusting and deranged things to each other silently, that none of the rest of us could hear. Then the old man began dipping the nipple of the pacifier in the whitish brownish gene pool, and began drawing on the kid’s face with warm globs of cock sauce. And though three of the loads may have gone in negative, they had mingled and baked in my HIV rich oven, leaking out as positive has Freddy Mercury. Grandpa began to use the little cock shaped suck toy to fuck the helpless kid’s nostrils, pulling thick strands of the noxious ball sap over his lip and into his nose. Junior held still, paralyzed in the sick bastard’s hypnotic gaze, his birthday hat looking both out of place and sickeningly perfect at the same time. Professor Poison Prick said he’d come to the party to shoot his spunk into the kid’s open eyes, but I asked him to hold back. I had a different plan. My son had been so mesmerized my his grandpa’s little game, he hardly noticed the old man’s monstrous blunt cock head knocking at his back door, until there was a grunt and a muffled shriek as the criminal sexual sociopath slammed his fat corona into the boy’s unsuspecting sphincter. Dropping to his knees, beating off as hard and fast ask he could, the man in black chaps suddenly pushed his spurting corona up to the tender young-thing’s right nostril and begun firing load after load of infectious positive pecker puke into the surprised boy’s booger chute, filling his sinus cavities and then the back of Junior’s throat with more deranged demon seed then any of us could possibly imagine, as his smiling Grandfather held is head in place. Unable to turn or escape, the shocked youth panicked and swallowed everything, all five loads, plus the used scumbag as the crowd cheered, and his high flying Opa slammed another four fat angry inches of his bleeding bloated death stick up the vulnerable teen’s tight twat. Junior struggled but at the same time didn’t seem too interested in getting away. The meat skewer held him in place like a cum saturated little dick-kabob. As he coughed and choked, beautiful pearly white globs of dick juice slithered out of both the teenager’s nose holes. Reinserting the pacifier in the kid’s mouth, the boy’s adopted elder began fucking him mercilessly, pounding as hard and deep as his sick dick could reach. What a sight to behold as the kid rolled with it, accepting the bowel bludgeoning with a depraved lust filled hunger that matched his mentor’s. And just when I thought the night couldn’t get any sicker, the sound of a hard jaw snapping slap caught everyone it the room totally by surprise. “Get you fucking hands off me you worthless piece of SHIT,” Psycho Mike shouted as fithyrigshit hit the floor. Junior still had four loads to go, but it looked like the psychotic sadist was trying to end the party early by starting a fight. As luck would have it, the sharp noise startled my son so much that his butt hole clamped tight, bighting into the Gramps’ baby breaker, causing him to roar in pain and pleasure with his sudden ball busting release. Psycho Mike, the drama queen, was demanding that Doug get his shit-whore away from him, but the boy and his grandpa were once again above it all, for a few last moments bound in the indescribable bliss of intergenerational insemination. Rediscovering his hand and arms, the boy reach out and held his new granddad tightly, and his embrace was returned to him in the form of a massive bear hug, all the while, the thick bloody dick spewed more and more dank nut-crude into the fuckling’s ever expanding insides. The diseased old criminal and the beautiful blond fuck-toy, rocked back and forth as if they’d never heard a thing, while I dealt with the dogfight that threatened to derail my boy’s big night. The whole concept of life as a disposable sex object wasn’t really an organic element of filthyrigshit’s psyche. He wanted drugs. He was there to score enough chemicals so that his feet would never need to touch the ground again. He assumed that because Psycho Mike had been the first one to turn him on, that the guy would share some sort of fondness for his former plaything, which was not how the shallow old queen was wired. The serial pozzer’s greatest wish was to see the things he fucked die, and it pissed him off when they kept coming back expecting something more. I asked Jack to take the ex-college athlete back into the nursery, tie him up and giving him a nice big slam before shoving a massive dildo, or two into his damaged guts, and I told Psycho Mike that if he didn’t cool his jets right now, he could just walk out the door without his slice of cherry pie. Even though Doug had just donated a load to my gut-soup birthday treat 20 minutes earlier, he returned from watching the bondage scene in the playroom rock hard and ready for his turn at Junior’s twat. Doug wasn’t a big man, maybe 6 inches at most, but his balls refilled at an amazing rate. I’d seen him shoot 5 loads in two hours one time, so what he lacked in beef, he sure made up for with gravy. I whispered to Grandpa Ed that it was time to give someone else a turn, and now that his balls had been drained, he was willing to pull out, so the kid’s kunt-holes could realign. In an attempt to make peace with Mike, I offered him a couple lines in the toilet, which he eagerly accepted, explaining that he was just a little tense, because he’d been tamping back a $200 turd for four days, that a couple in the next town over planned on devouring together the next night. Out of courtesy, I asked if he might let me look at the turtle’s head, which he promptly did, giving me a sick little idea. Normally, my Raunch Studies students begin slowly, learning to enjoy the sick sport by eating candy bars and tootsie rolls out of my digestive tract, but this kid already proved he was an overachiever. Cramming two rocks into the tip of the shit log, I asked Mike to pull it back in, so the sharp edges of the uncrushed crystal could dig into the inside of his ass-lips and rectal wall for a few minutes. While Doug pounded the kid’s ass, I asked my son to bend over and get his mouth on Psycho Mikes butthole and give it a nice French kiss. Even though this had not been a lesson I’d planned on introducing the kid to for another couple months, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity. Luckily, the kid’s nose and sinuses were so full of toxic cum, he couldn’t smell what his tongue kept stroking and poking, as bits of shit and meth mixed together in the sweet teen’s drug deadened taste buds. The pressure to keep the log inside was becoming overwhelming, so after a minute or two of the munch massage, Mike had to stand up and step away. I sent Lenny to go to the playroom to release and retrieve filthyrigshit, so he could pay me back for the slam. Even as Doug kept dogging the kid, I asked my son if he’d ever heard the football player’s name, and as Junior nodded, I revealed filthyrigshit’s former identity, and the youngster’s dilated eyes grew wide with surprise. Waddling back into the room, the blissed-out straight junkie looked much more at ease as he floated towards us and took his place facing my son as instructed. “Kiss him,” I ordered, and their lips locked. Though Junior might not have known what kind of filth coated his tongue, the ex college star went nuts as he wildly attempted to devour my fucked up kid’s shit slicked lips. And once again, Junior soared high in pig heaven. The hetero-horndog slurped and sucked on the boy’s nose without the slightest clue that the tripping teen hadn’t snorted any thing (other than the cock snot that now washing down the back of the straight junkies throat). Next, I told the dumb-jock to drop to his knees and reinflate his number one fan’s shriveled little disco dick. Doug’s cock tended to jut up to a pretty sharp angle, and so when the kid stood erect, his prostate received a good pummeling for my buddy’s rock hard rod. When it looked like my son was back in full form, I told his football idol to turn around and touch his toes. It took a little work on my part to get both my son’s cock and balls in the ex-jock fist-friendly fuck canal, but once he was in, I told the point-whore to grip down and not let go until we were done. Junior moaned and Doug went nuts, thrashing the Birthday-boy’s cum button for all it was worth, and within three minutes, lethal jizz flew out of Doug’s nuts into my son’s buttered bowels, and then, more healthy teen-cream shot from my son into his idol’s damaged and diseased interior. When Doug pulled out, the kid remained lodged deep inside the tight-end, turned wide receiver, and once again, my one and only living offspring made his Papa proud. With one had on the small of the ex-athletes back, Junior let out a massive sighs of pure and utter relief. Without any instruction or provocation on my part, my son began to piss all over his own balls even as they remained crammed up inside the football player’s overstuffed colon. How many beers we’d poured into the kid, I don’t remember, but more than a six-pack’s worth of urine rushed from his bladder directly into HIS new fuck toy’s belly. Though the junkie hadn’t found any meth hidden in the kid’s nose, his intestines were suddenly flushed with more chem-piss than most guys could handle. And once again, filthyrigshit groaned in ecstasy and coughed, slowly swept away on a wave of overpowering GutRush. Eventualy I asked if the kid wanted to pull out, but the little fucker just grinned and shook his head “no,’ wallowing in the wonderful sensation of his cock and balls bathing in the warm waters of his own waste and his idol’s tight grip. Junior didn’t see Bodybuilder Bob (load #16) come limping into the room, but those who didn’t know the 80’s porn sensation personally, stepped back in horror. The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come brought most of the side action to a close, as the other guests who had blown their wads yet remained for the show, quickly zipped up and fled, from the bone chilling sight of the Walking Dead. Finely commanding my little fuck hound to dislodge so that he could to greet his last guest, I watched Lenny and Karl drag filthyrigshit off to my walk-in shower so they could fuck the piss out of him, and Dough followed so he could watch. That left the boy and me alone with Jack, Eddie, Psycho Mike and the corpse who came for dinner. I won’t waste any time retelling what was recorded at the beginning of Part 2 other than to say, the first thing my boy did was to kiss Bob on the lips, and wrap his strong young arms around the worn and withered wraith. This kid continued amazed me, doing everything he could to prove to his old man that he was without a doubt FEARLESS. Psycho Mike was the only one at the party who had not cum by the time Bodybuilder Bob finished passing the plague into my young and unstoppable little viral vacuum, but the sight of the corpse fucking and infecting the healthy teenager combined with those fine white lines, had sick sadist hungry for blood. Just between you and me, I never really liked Psycho Mike very much. In my opinion he was one of those sorry little faggots who confused being rude with being manly. But we lived in a small town with a very shallow gene pool. He always invited me to his parties, and I was raised to believe that it is always polite to share. When Junior dropped to his knees and retrieved the filthy cheese clotted skin-slab from Mike’s leather pants, he actually seemed pleased to sniff and suckle on the rank smegma coated dong. I guess growing up with a foreskin that couldn’t retract, the kid had sampled more than his share of home made cottage cheese, and even though he gagged a little here and there (filthrigshit had thoroughly sucked his cum clogged sinuses clean after all), my sweet little freak supped on the feta stuffed schmuck like he was sucking an oyster from a shell. He enjoyed himself so much, Mike actually looked a little pissed off, like he’d failed at his attempt to play ‘gag the fag’. And when the kid turned and offered up his kunt without reservation or hesitation, the bitter old fairy gave his sweet little butt cheek an unnecessarily sharp and brutal slap. “Count it off BITCH,” he demanded, causing my startled son to throw me a sideways glance. “One….” I offered, and then the boy nodded, acknowledging that he understood. “One.” Junior repeated. SLAP! “Two.” The kid grunted. “Do you want my shit?” Mike demanded. “Yes,” The Kid answered, followed by another equally hard SLAP. “YES What?” Slap “Yes sir, Four Sir!” Slap “That was only the three,” mean freak began his favorite argument, “That other slap what for not saying my name.” SLAP. “FIVE SIR.” The kid spit out through clinched teeth. SLAP “That was only THREE” SLAP. Before I could intervene, my boy stood up and turned and stared the mean old faggot straight in the eye and said bubbling with rage “That was SIX, SIR!” “DID I SAY YOU COULD MOVE?” The Mr. Leatherqueen 1952 raised his hand to slap the kid’s face, but instead found it caught in a grip harder than he could have possibly imagined. “Not the Face.” MY boy growled, and with no attempt to conceal his contempt, he added “SIR,” before turning around and offering up his ass once again. Needless to say, I was conflicted. I wasn’t going to let the sorry old queer injure my kid, but at the same time, I was damn curious to see what would happen if the stupid old fart tried pushing the boy any further, and then to top it off, the kid suddenly said very clearly “I want your shit, SIR, Come on and give me that shit!” SLAP “NINE, Thank you SIR” Oh poor, poor tired Master Mike. The boy was off the script and the unimaginative old faggot wasn’t sure how to recover. “Gimme me that SHIT Sir, Give it to me Hard” the bent over boy demanded. Mike stopped spanking and started fucking while he tried to regroup. By starting out slapping the kid as hard as he could, he had no way to build, plus his limp sissy wrist now ached from over exertion. Worse still was the hypnotic effect the kid’s hungry hole had on his mean-spirited meat. The 18 year-old’s tight semen soaked insides felt good, really good. Normally Mike was so obsessed with trying to torture the victim on the end of his dick, he never noticed the beautiful way that a very young punk’s guts could suck and squeeze the man-milk from his shock-prod. The sound of the little fucker getting his birthday spankings pulled the piss soaked pigs from the toilet where they’d been wallowing. When Psycho Mike inadvertently rested his hand on the kid’s shining red butt-cheek, Junior startled him by suddenly shouting, “TEN!” Which was followed by a real slap that received an “Eleven” from the kid, and a quickly stifled giggle from those of us the audience. This pushed “Master” Mike over the edge. SLAP! “Twelve, Thank You Sir, Gimme Me Your Shit! SLAP! “Thirteen, Thank You Sir, Gimme Me Your Shit! SLAP “FourTeen, Thank You Sir, Gimme Me Your Shit! SLAP “FIFTEEN, Thank You Sir, Gimme Me Your Shit NOW!” The kid suddenly demanded. SLAP “SIXTEEN, Thank You Sir, Gimme Me…. “You worthless little turd, you fucked up piece of garbage, You’ll be dead in two weeks” SLAP “SEVENTEEN. THANK YOU MA’AM, May I have Another?” “You really think you’ll live as long as that nigger that just fucked you, turd breath? Fuck you! You’ll be dead before that fucking junky retard in the toilet back there” Mike shouted, grabbing a handful of the boy’s blond hair with one hand while bringing down his other brittle withered writs on my impervious little cumbdump’s round rosy rump. “EIGHTEEN,” My Son shouted before biting down as hard as he could on the prick in his unstoppable poison trap, and that was it. He’d fucked the fucker back, forcing the old queer’s little prick to start spewing his poison uncontrollably in the power bottom’s magic twat. But before the last shot could leave his gun, Daddy’s Little Man stood up, catching Mike off guard and pushing the tired old top backward, sending plummeting to the floor with a painful thump and grunt. Earlier, I had thought the kid’s tight body might have been from the swim team, but it turns out my Son was a wrestler. The out of shape faggot was no match for the tweeked-out, outraged teenager. Quickly flipping Psycho Mike onto his belly, the birthday boy grabbed the back of Spankee’s leather pants and gave them a hard and painful yank. No, this was more than just speed. Clearly, Junior had been mainlining testosterone all day long. Like a roid-ranger at a wrestling match, the kid’s face flushed with fury. Teenagers are by their very nature are already messed up on hormones 24/7, but obviously more than just virus rich jizz had passed into the kid’s bloodstream. Rather than killing his dick, the beating had filled the boy’s shaft with blood and his balls with rage. It was as if Bodybuilder Bob’s life had escaped from his dying body and taken up residence in my son’s unstoppable soul. And for a split second, I almost felt sorry for the sad sadist suddenly on the receiving end of the most brutal butt ramming of his pitiful wasted life. “I might eat your shit, but I ain’t gonna take your shit, you worthless piece of hate filled crap,” the kid shouted stabbing old queen in the guts repeatedly. We felt like we should step in and pull the kid off him, but still, watching the forced fucking was like a passing particularly gory car accident, the violence of Junior’s vengeance was mesmerizing. Before we could intervene, the boy stopped fucking and stood up without cumming. Instead he delivered a hard and unrestrained kick directly in to Master Mike’s shriveled ballsack, causing the pain freak to start puking all over my carpet. “The only time you’ll see this ass again is when I’m taking a dump on your grave.” Junior shouted before stomping out of the room. “See ya next week,” he yelled, and slammed the bedroom door…… Teenagers. Giving the kid a few minutes to cool down, we helped clean up the boy’s brutalized piñata, before the shaken old fruit pushed us aside, and left the party muttering curses and threats under his breath. When I opened the door and stepped into darkened room, the first thing my Son did was apologize, “Sorry I ruined your party.” Climbing onto the bed beside him, I put my am around his shoulder and assured him that it was his party, and he could fuck who he wanted to. I don’t know how long we’d been cuddling in silence when, the tattooed Teabo poked his head in the door and asked if he could suck Junior’s dick clean. As the retired athlete demonstrated his appreciation on my boy’s bruised phimosis, I got up to go get the GumGripper2000. After asking Doug if I could use his Evangelical turned *****-Slut to teach my Son how to play hand ball the next night (he eagerly agreed claiming to need a little rest from all the time and effort training the human dartboard), I told Teabag Teebow that if he came back in 20 hours (8pm sharp) with six loads of cum up his butt, I promised to slam him so hard he just might die. He left the kid’s tight foreskin and crotch so damn clean, I would have sworn my boy just stepped out of a bubble bath. Ten minutes later, after the kid finished pissing down his hero’s throat, my enthusiastic son began fucking himself with the electric toothbrush like it was some sort of enchanted vibrator, ramming and jabbing the 17 loads we’d injected him with into his raw and ruptured rectum. I knew the ravenous little cum collector had made the right choice. Looking down at his pink, puffy pucker, I pulled out the brush and watched a thin train of pink watery blood mixed with clumps of thick goopy semen wiggle and spill out, reminding me of the first cherry I ever popped. That kunt, I’d knocked up by accident, but this time, it was completely and totally intentional. He’d come to me and asked for this himself. He wanted to be my son, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. He wanted to have me inside him forever. This was a birthday present the kid would have for the rest of his life, one he could keep to himself, or share as he saw fit. Fuck white-water rafting; this was the ultimate Father/ Son bonding experience. Pushing my cock head back into my adopted son’s fertile crevice, I started working on finishing what we started seven hours before, with my dripping dong by planting a third dick wadd of my virile viral seed as deep into his load laden gut as far and as hard I could shoot it. “Okay, Son, here comes Daddy’s choo- choo with big number 18!” I grunted Some would say a Dad breeding his Boy is an unnatural act, but nature had fucked with us, and now it was our turn to fuck with nature. I myself had learned at a fine tender age that my Papa’s thick pork hose made the world’s perfect butt plug. In my ideal world, every father would know the joy of trying to impregnate his offspring, when they where old enough to conceptually give it up, of course. Keeping my bursting bladder clamped tight, I resisted the urge to urinate as we enjoyed a brief power nap, my paternal organ lodged deep inside his sweet and skuzzy scum filled interior, trapping a half gallon of warm delicious baby-batter in my offspring’s nut-nursing honey-hole. When his cum hungry kunt started clinching and milking my deranged daddy dick again, I gave him another nut-full to grow on. This kid’s DNA, saturated with my twisted viral strains, was going to change the world. Come what may, I knew without a doubt that this boy, my new son and seminal receptacle, was a survivor. Happy Birthday, Little Buddy. Today you are a man…. Part Five: Cherry Pop: The Father, The Son and the Holey Whore will appear soon in Str8/ Bi-sex Fiction, but be forewarned: It will contain pussy juice, lost and lots of pussy juice.

Down on his knees and elbows, my Son offered up his freshly seeded teen-twat for my sick and twisted experiments. As billions of my mutant sperm bit and dug their way into his yummy little insides, I prepared my special “process”, equal parts beer and Papa piss mixed with a hefty serving of the finest Tina that the Hell’s Angles could supply, served up in a smelly old anal syringe. If I were a purest, I’d worry that the mini-drug enema would fuck up the implantation process, but the kid’s ass had only just begun to feast on toxic cock-snot. He still had another 16 loads to go before his hard-core toothbrush massage. The combined urine and alcohol made the perfect delivery system for the meth, and as he sat in the passenger seat of my pick up on the way to the park, the speed soaked into his ass-lining along with his daddy’s demon seed. My cock grew rock hard as I watched him blast off, his hands alternating between his swollen briefs and suddenly sensitized nipples. Before leaving the house, I’d let him blow a couple quick loads in my man-hole, and I swear I could feel his uncharged wads bubbling and twisting around inside me, like he’d shot pop-rocks up my ass. My hope had been that by draining his balls, his focus would shift to his newly ignited suck hole and fuck hole, and from the way his hands reached between his legs and fiddled around with the slimy used butt-plug holding this cocktail in place, I was pretty sure I’d succeeded, for now. Like most Friday afternoons just after work, the old park parking lot was packed with cars, but some of the attendees where surely there due to the two ads I posted on my favorite bareback sites. One ad simply said that “ my home schooled son has just turned 18. He is an insatiable little cum junkie who needs to be bred and fed by as many cocks as possible, regardless of looks, size, color, age, or viral status.” The other ad for ‘Poz Players Only’ was much more sinister and received a far greater response. Marketing to those who long to violate and destroy the innocent, I explained that I’d “discovered that my teen age son was a cock sucking little faggot who needed to be taught a deep and permanent lesson about giving his tight little kunt away to strangers. The sicker the better, with preference given to the highest viral loads.” Those who responded were also invited to his breeding party, after he finished his play-date in the park. 30 twisted fuckers RSVP’ed, so I imagined at least 10 would actually show up. With his tennis shoes pressed against the roof of the cab, I removed his warm sticky kunt-stopper like a dipstick and jammed my fingers around inside his hungry wound to make sure his special energy drink had been completely absorbed. My fingernails came out just a little pink, but not too wet, so I pushed them into his mouth for a good cleaning. His chemically inspired tongue went nuts trying to eat up all his own ass-slime. With my other hand, I undid my belt and pulled down the back of my pants enough to slip the wet plug into my own oozing butt for safe keeping. Looking across the lot, I saw my cousin Jack’s old Chevy parked near the trail head, with his buddy Eddie sitting in the driver’s seat. We walked over to the car, and I introduced my son. The retired truck driver and registered sex offe* grinned as he shook the kid’s hand. “That’s quite a grip you got there, Sport.” “And that’s not his best one,” I joked “Is Jack out looking for Richard?” “He won the coin toss, so he gets to go first. I’ll see you in there when he’s done.” Before hitting the head, I lead the kid down the wooded trail, and explained a little of the etiquette for scoring free range cock. In my favorite alcove, I took his shirt and told him to drop his pants. He hesitated only until I released my aching dick from my jeans. Jack had spotted me and followed us in, grinning as the tweeking little cock hound went to work on my manhood. “That’s it boy, suck daddy’s dangerous dick.” Spreading the punk’s butt-cheeks, I silently offered up his tight pucker for my cousin’s inspection. Jack was ten years older than me, but his delicious uncut dick was an inch shorter. I had been nursing on that constantly dripping skin of his for as long as I could remember, and it filled me with a special pride to know that the second cock to cum in the kid would come from family, as I had always planned for my own youngen. I never knew if Jack had infected me or if I had bugged him up. Or it we’d been poisoned independently, and just kept it in the clan. His nose lead his tongue as it does with dogs, Jack started munching on the tyke’s pretty pucker. Moaning with his mouthful, another inch of my meat slithered into my kid’s throat. “Care for a slice of cherry pie?” I offered. “Cherry cream pie’s my favorite,” my uncle’s son mumbled into my son’s kunt. Thanks to the spit shine and the copious flow of charged pre-cum that leaked from his snout, no other lube was required for the kid’s second injection. With a bit of a grunt and a push, the head breached the ring as my son inhaled more of my flesh. “Jesus Fucking Christ,” Jack sighed as his tainted meat wiggled its way into our little fuck toy’s twat. Rocking back and forth, he pushed and pulled the kid between us, providing our boy with fine birthday spit-roast. And true to form, my son’s virgin prostate acted as a powerful jizz magnet, pulling a billion sperm from the horny old dog’s hairy nuts. “Do you want your Uncle Jack to cum in your ass, Son?”, I asked the groaning little fucker, and he whimpered in response. “Then tell him, boy. Ask your Uncle Jack for his goopy Dick Wads.” Releasing his father’s slimy meat, the flying youth begged, “ Please… please Uncle Jack, please cum in my guts. I need it soooo ba…” but that’s as far as he got before my best bud dressed the kid’s insides with his filthy fuck fluid. He jerked and jerked and paused and jerked one final time as the last globs shot from his shaft into his newly made nephew. “Now when a man is good enough to give you his load, sSn, you need to say “thank you” by licking it clean. You got that?” My boy turned, and I knelt beside him and guided the first cock I ever sucked into his hungry gullet. “Get your tongue up inside that skin, and see how you taste inside.” Jack groaned as my son cleaned the scum from under his corona. “Now kiss those balls and say ‘thank you’,” I said holding up the hairy scrotum to his smooth young face. Before we could finish our little ritual, someone stepped from the bushes and pushed his dick into the studling’s recently vacated and freshly lubed hole. “That’s it, buddy, fuck my son good and hard” I encouraged the stranger. “Is he really your son?” the opportunist asked through gritted teeth. “We share the same DNA,” I answered truthfully, now that two squirmy loads of the kid’s benign spunk were swimming around inside my colon. “You sick bastard,” he grunted at me, as Jack began working his reinflating dick around my sperm hound’s sweet mouth. The new guy might have been hot naked, but fully clothed, he looked like a professor, but he fucked with the vigor of a serious breeder. “I read you ad on Nut-hunt. Is he real1y 18?” “I’m required by law to say that he is,“ I whispered evilly, “And you know what? Your are the third man who has ever fucked him.” “Seriously?” he asked as he pounded harder and faster. “Know what else? You’re the only guy outside our family who’s ever touched the inside of his ass…” That did it. He jerked, and slammed, and froze, and jerked, squirting a serious backlog of his nut juice deep into my boy’s tenderized rectal lining. He shook the kid as he shook. Something in the bushes had caught my eye, two red heads standing side by side, watching. One was taller, one was much shorter, and I’d guess they were anywhere from 10 to 20 years apart. They shared many of the same facial features. Were they like Jack and me? Kissin’ cousins on a cum hunt? Or were they the real deal? Before I could give it much thought, the taller, older one stepped forward, just as my son turned around to clean the accommodating stranger’s still granite hard dick. “Should I put on a rubber?” Big red asked. “He’s clean,” I assured him, and then added, “plus he has a latex allergy.” He didn’t hesitate a second longer, releasing his long red, pencil dick and stepping in behind the boy. The first stranger pulled me away without putting his dick back in his pants. “Hey dude? Do you get fucked too? I’ve always really wanted to fuck a father and son.” The boy seemed to be handling himself just fine, Jack looked like he would soon be waxing the kid’s tonsils, so I thought ‘what the fuck’. My rational brain said it would be good for the boy to see his pa taking it like a man, and my irrational mind never passed down a chance at seed. Squeezing tightly to retain my payload, I pulled out the plug, much to my new friends surprise. I passed it to my cousin who slopped it into the kid’s suddenly vacated mouth and told him not to drop it. Hands against the tree, just a few paces from my son and his new anonymous boyfriend, I pulled my cheeks apart before being suddenly stabbed by this guy’s merciless meat. He’d been a lot gentler with the boy than he was with me, starting me out at double speed. Not how I normally liked it right off the bat, but I don’t complain once I get it inside. “You know what?” he spit a whisper into my ear, “ I read BOTH your ads, and I gotta tell you….You’re one sick son of a bitch.” “What can I say? He wanted more spunk than we could give him at home.” He was trying to rupture my ass, and whatever he had taken had given him a diamond dick. There was only one thing to do in this situation. “You’re son fucked up,” he slurred “and now he’s fucked up too. I just pozzed his little kunt with my toxic shit, and now I’m going to bug you up good….” I clamped down as hard as I could on the base of his meat, and jerked with my ass muscles as I moaned “no….No…” over and over again, struggling for his benefit, without ever loosening my grip and that was all it took for his second nut to pop. My kid’s sweet seed was suddenly spoiled by this stranger’s tainted meat. I squeezed and massaged it to get every drop of his lethal steal shaft. Just as Big Red froze and trembled in place. While trying to look upset about getting knocked up on the outside, on the inside, I was sparked up as my fucked up boy took his fifth load of the day. Red didn’t wait to be cleaned up by my appreciative little cum courier, stepping back into the bushes where his own little buddy silently waited. As I led my sick stud over to the kid for a clean up, I retrieved the spit shined plug from his mouth, and inserted the mean stelther’s penis in its place, returning our family cum-cork back into my own bruised and sticky backside. While the kid slobbered all over the slimy death-treat we had just both shared, Big Red pushed his own young companion down to his knees behind the bushes to taste my boy’s free range gut-juice, as it dripped down his spent rod. “He’s gonna get a good kunt brushing about 11 00 tonight,” I said breaking character and giving the guy my address. “Come by and cum again if you want” The abandoned unmaintained public toilets were just as busy as the bushes. While we waited for stall #2 to open up, the one with a glory hole on either side, I lead my slutty toy to a vacant gap between the two dudes loitering at the trough, and put my sweaty arm over his bare shoulder. “You know what this is, Son? “A Urinal?” “That’s right, but it’s something more than that. This is a temple. It was conceived and exists solely to bring relief to the male member. It doesn’t care about color or religion, or how old or how young or how rich or how poor the cock is. It stands here, every day, waiting to swallow down all the fluid it can accommodate, and then in bathes in the overflow that remains. Before there were hook-up sites, or bars, or even bath house, men have always gathered together indoors and outdoors, in places like this, to pull out their meat and let nature take its course. Now kneel down and show your respect.” Obediently, my dazed little cum-dumpster dropped to his knees, and opened his mouth. The old guy next to him watched intently, his wrinkled Vienna sausage poking up out of his zipper. “Need some help?” I asked. Before the grey haired gent could pull back in fear, my fucked up kid lunged at the octogenarian’s randy red pecker and swallowed it whole. Smiling, I assured the startled senior that everything was cool. In the porn version, the beautiful blond cock-hound at the center of the slurp-fest would be surrounded by stunning professional sex gods, but in real life, the men are a lot uglier but the cum is much tastier, and rarely ever wasted. Grandpa seemed entranced with the youngster’s shiny hair and soft cheeks, and grinned sweetly as the two guys at the sinks stepped over and pulled out their dicks. Without much meat munch on, my little sperm muncher took a few moments to worship the old bull’s massive balls, kissing them, and licking them, and rolling them around on his face hand eyes. Such attention was too much for the kindly codger to handle, and I had to tell the kid to quickly get his mouth over the head. Bending over, I whispered in the kid’s ear, “Don’t swallow it yet. Hold that goo in your mouth for a while.” Zipping up quickly, Gramps wobbled over to the sink to wash his hands, and I asked the kid to show me what he had for lunch. Opening his mouth like a baby bird, he sort of smiled and showed me his cum coated tongue, covered in thick curds of cock jelly. One of the dudes jacking beside me couldn’t wait for his turn and stepped up aimed another nut load my cum-whore’s open maw. Some of the thick white jizz hit his nose and cheek, but the twisted fucker managed to beat 90% of his load right on my little slop swallower’s spunk-shined taste buds. A Latino stud of about forty stepped up next and inserted his surprising fat skin-covered meat into my son’s slimed filled mouth, pushing the other dudes’ ejaculate down his throat and out the sides of his lips. Drunk on spunk, the schoolboy swallowed his thick stinky chorizo down to the pubes. For someone who didn’t seem to know what he was doing when he suckled me on the couch two hours before, Daddy’s Little Cocksucker turned out to be a very quick study. After two minutes of tapping those tonsils, Papi Grande stepped back to cool down and let the other guy take a turn. Tall, skinny and waving a flagpole, the young stud in his sweat pants and yellow tennis shoes must have been beating his meat since the day he was born. Watching my boy’s effort to drain every testicle in the toilet had been so distracting I’d some how missed the massive meat he’d been wagging right next to me. My son’s dilated pupils focused on the new guy’s huge fleshsicle for only a second before he stared slapping the kid’s face with it. Not many people outside the porn industry, or the circus, could handle something so big, and the guy seemed intent on playing keep away from the drugged up teenager for long as he could. For a split second my suck student looked up at me like he needed my help, silently begging me to intervene, but the cock flogging was too hot to stop. Papi Grande came to his rescue instead by grabbing a handful of the kid’s blond hair and redirecting his attention back to the beautiful brown pig sticker with the plumb sized purple head. The Jogger fed on the competition and suddenly a sword fight broke out in the little deviant’s mouth. Back and forth, back and forth, my sweet suck hole did his damndest to service the sausages swinging in front of him, but the older guy couldn’t keep up. Grabbing the kid’s ears, he slammed his fat phallus into the back of my son’s throat and fired. The boy swallowed and swallowed almost like the dude had started pissing. How much cum the kid ate, I couldn’t tell, but he began to gag and choke on all the nut-gravy flooding his battered gullet. And that set off the Jogger. Before the thick brown meat was full removed, the second cock-head pushed into his already stuffed mouth and started spraypainting the Spanish guy’s meat with wad after wad of thick cock slop. Spit, snot and slime splashed from Junior’s nose and the sides of his lips. He looked like he might pass out from lack of oxygen, but to his credit, he didn’t drop the blood gorded dude dongs until both cum cannon’s had stopped firing. Behind me, I heard the sound of a stall door slam, and looking back I saw that Cowboy boots from door #2 had finally left the building. “Stay where you are Son. Don’t try to stand up. Just follow me like you are,” Like a loyal puppy, he followed me on his hands and knees. Call me a deranged deviant if you will, but the sight of my freshly baptized flesh and blood crawling like a drunken toddler on the filthy tile floor of derelict shit-house, filled me with a sense of pride that’s hard to express. Some say speed will make you do stupid things, but truth is that it only amplifies what’s already buried deep inside. The clogged toilet hadn’t be flushed, and a fat stinking butt brick about 11 inches long and 3 inches wide rested firmly on a pillow of soggy paper, and right on top, a knotted scum bag filled a good ounce of white gold. I quickly reached in and pulled out the prize, tucking the wet rubber in my breast pocket before taking a seat. Once again, my kneeling Son smiled at me from between my legs. Reaching down, I took his face in my hands and began licking the spittle and spew from his lips, nose and cheeks before pushed my tongue in his ravenous, drug crazed gob. His eyes closed liked he was being kissed for the first time in some romantic movie, as I explored his throat and tongue with my own slime sucker. To my right, a floppy monster dick and set of hairy, bloated balls popped through the hole in the wall, and I recognized it right away as my “Uncle” Eddie’s most prized possession. Shortly after my own father had pulverized my cherry, transforming it into his own private pussy-pudding, my cousin Jack introduced to his favorite dirty old man. Where my dad only humped me late at night when his was drunk and mom had passed out on the couch, Uncle Eddie wanted inside my ass 24/7, whenever and wherever he could get into it. I kissed the sleeping giant before holding it up for my son to taste. The boy’s breathing slowly returned to normal, and he held the full package in his soiled hands like a stuffed stocking on Christmas day. Sniffing the sweaty scrotum like a bouquet of flowers, Junior inhaled deeply, before opening his cum hungry gob once again. Just as the blood flow brought the resting beast to life, a tiny little fundamentalist’s pecker poked through the glory hole on my left. Knowing how much the swollen schlong would hurt the first time, I figured the kid would need all the lube he could get, so I shifted his attention to Reverend Shiny-shoe’s wee willy winky, spreading my son’s smooth butt cheeks and pressing his hungry little kunt right up the scum coated prick porthole. From the size of the three inch pizzle and the way its owner seemed to be trembling, I figured the poor dude hadn’t had many opportunities to get up inside such a beautiful young thing, and I was right. After less then a minute of whining and sighing, a high pitched shriek exploded of the title around us, as the polished Sunday shoes danced in place. I had a feeling Junior wasn’t the only one in the head who lost his virginity that day. From the ferocity of the quick zip, the slam of the stall and the thump of the out house entryway, it sounded like the little dicked donor was running for his life. Junior look at me like he wasn’t sure he’d even been fucked, but that was all about to change as I gripped the base of my Uncle’s big baby-maker, and turned the kid’s freshly spunked jizz-trap towards the very special treat. Uncle Eddie picked up his viral strain at the local penitentiary, and from what I understand it wasn’t a pleasant experience. The combined evil of dozens of junkies, street whores, serial rapists and lifers stewed and brewed in the filthy old perverts swollen low hangers, and it was about to be injected straight into our sweet sacrifice’s needy intestines. “Bare down just a little bit, Son. Not too much. You don’t want to loose that sweet payload, but just enough to get the head in. He’ll know what to do with you after that,” I whispered, aiming up the throbbing man missile with it’s tiny, tight target. They grunted in unison as the oozing purple slime-knob breached the freshly stretched sphincter. At its thickest point, the butt-plug me and the kid had been sharing was about an inch in diameter smaller than the dripping corona that had just punctured his kunt-ring. I kicked myself for forgetting the poppers. “Breath deep, Son, and just keep grunting like a good boy,” I coached him. Though I’d been intimately familiar with the twisted *edo’s butt-club form three quarters of my life, I swear to the Baby Jesus, it got bigger every fucking year. Thank God, I’d taken those Lamaz courses with my teen-bride all those years ago. A little hyperventilation was all my Surrogate Son needed to fit the next five inches of penis slowly up is to his sperm coated rectum. But without the Amyl, I doubted the kid would be able the get it in passed his second door. Good thing Eddie always preferred his fuck-holes unnaturally tight. As Luck would have it, those familiar yellow running shoes and grey sweats appeared below the patrician opposite, moments before the young stud’s long and “relatively” slim Colon Snake slipped through the recently vacated glory-hole across from the kid’s painfully clinched face. What’s a Dad to do? The kid needed to focus on something beyond the gut wrenching ramrod roaming around recklessly inside his tender rump. Did my little Speed demon recognize the long shlong that had so recently battered his handsome cheeks and pregnant esophagus? Using both his grunge coated hands, my boy instinctively pulled the resurrected hose to his lips. Squeezing down, I pulled the plug from my poisonous pucker and set it precariously on the rim of the turd filled bowl, as a stood and stepped between my spit-roasted suckling pig and the Jogger’s juicy javelin. Distracting my kid with a kiss, I grabbed the rock hard rooster and pushed it up into my goopy guts. My birthday boy quivered and whimpered as his new uncle tried to rip him a new one. Sighing in his open mouth, I licked his swollen lips and sore throat, exploring his uvula before giving him the rare treat of his first nostril cleansing. He trembled as my tongue tried to slither its way up into his unexplored sinuses. Tempted as I was to steal another load from the kid, I pulled off when the athlete’s pounding started signaling that he was getting close to the finish line. Quickly I pushed Junior’s mouth back down of the pozz smeared beef-stick that I’d just released from my nasty grip. “About Face,” I ordered, but my boy’s cock-stuffed mumbles indicated his confusion. “Turn around,” I translated. With visible relief on his face, he dislodged from my so-called uncle’s sperminator, and sat back on the jogger’s pulsing prick. And wouldn’t you know it, after 6 inches on the skinnier dick, his second door quickly popped open to allow the other 3 and a half inches in. I took a moment to comfort and clean Eddie’s veiny butt-bat, noticing a little blood mixed in with the all the jizz that the kid had already collected from 5 accommodating strangers. The worlds greatest athlete couldn’t last very long in the drug deranged youngster’s hot-box, and soon the boy stopped bouncing his butt against the wall behind him as the warm spray of man-milk washed and rinsed his innards. Always the ATM fan, I repeated the “about face” command after the generous sperm donor had times to squeeze out the last chunky globs, and my little champ and I shared his slick slime coated fuck-stick, as the randy old perv in the next stall took a second stab at the punk’s properly stretched pucker. On the second go, Eddie managed to get the whole fucking thing in balls deep, and instead of wincing in pain, Junior now surfed an endorphin rush like he was riding at pony. I let the kid lick our butt-plug again like a ditch bitch’s lollipop, before returning it to it proper place, alongside the dense scumbag I’d retrieved earlier from the toilet after puncturing the tip with my teeth. As coincidence would have it, a six and a half inch penile pointer poked it’s head out from the prick portal, dress up all pretty and protective in a pink plastic prophylactic. As the kid bent down to take the spermicide slathered safety sack in his mouth, I stopped him. No matter how much the camouflaged hefty sack looked like a yummy red doggie dick, I wasn’t going to let my boy waste his time on an amateur. Thumping and grunting in unison, I recognized that familiar sound of my buddy reaching his peek. Holding my son firmly in place, I prevented him from escaping or pulling back from the brutal pounding Uncle Eddy was about to deliver. The filth that spewed for his mouth was truly fucking depraved. Unfortunately, the law prevents me from repeating suck sick and disgusting expletives here. Tears welled up in my little buddy’s eyes even though his suddenly tranquil expression indicated that he may have simply slipped into a state of shock. A lion roared and all the patricians in the public pissior shook. My guess is that my second favorite father figure hadn’t beat off in a couple of days, because his groans were almost defining. I hoped that no one in the next county called 911. “You ready to go home yet, Sport?” I asked out of sincere concern, while the blissed out youth stood still with his eyes closed, doing he best to massage out the last few drops into his ravaged yet still ravenous cum-canyon. “Please Papa…. Just one more…then we can go home….I promise, Please….” He pleaded, just as if he were the natural byproduct of my own bulbous balls. “Okay then Son. Squeeze down as tight as you can, and then cum sit on daddy’s lap.” Eddie didn’t wait for the clean up. He buttoned his jeans and grunted “See you at 7,” before exiting stall #1. Some guys just can’t take a hint. Rubber man wouldn’t vacate his place, and as my smooth sweat soaked stud-ling shivered and snuggled in my furry arm. I could see the hunger and temptation playing across my jizz-junky’s cute face. Fortunately, nature intervened. Door #1, opened and closed, and eye peeked through empty hole, followed shortly there after by two coaxing fingers. The boy’s butt battering had taken its toll on his own yummy prize, but I figured a good blow job might just be the thing to tighten up his mangled ass rings and shift his focus, so we could get the fuck away from the precious pink pricklette planted patiently in the other blow-hole. Whoever the mystery man was kneeling behind the wall, my son’s sighs and whimpers indicated that he had clearly made a friend for life. I’m embarrassed to say I had not thought for a second that the kid would be interested in enjoying a glory-hole from the other side, but as they say, like father like son. He turned and smiled at me for a second, as I noticed the guy on his knees stood up and showed off his heels. Junior’s eyes opened wide as Mr. Mysterious guided my boy’s longer than average prick into an unseen butt. Now the kid started practicing what he’d been studying all day, fucking the anonymous asshole with a vigor born from testosterone saturation. Grunt. Plug. Grunt. Plug, my Son put on a hell of a show. Soon he was whispering his own brand of filth, slamming his meat hard it to some unknown ‘tattletale’ who clearly deserved the what my boy was dishing out. “Tell mommy about THAT, you fucking little cry-b…” he shouted at the ceiling as his kneecaps slammed brutally into the barrier separating him from his prey. Captain Condom held his ground the whole time, and I found my inspiration in Junior’s juicy rage. Watching the shoes on the side turn round once again as the lad’s lucky recipient demonstrated the pure pleasure and indescribable delight of the post fuck tongue bath, I reached over and gripped Pinkie’s poker with my hand. Turning his attention back to me, my boys seemed shock at my perceived reversal, but I wasn’t about to disappoint my young apprentice. Squeezing the synthetic pseudo-shield in a less than friendly manner, I leaned over and caught the reservoir tip with my teeth, removing it cleanly, before smiling at my son and making the “shhhhh” sign by pressing my stinky finer to my lips. “Okay Son, “ I said just loud enough for the struggling stranger to hear, “One last ride, and then its time to go.” There’s nothing like blowing a load to realign a man’s ass rings, and despite Uncle Jack brutal bludgeoning, Junior’s posterior had snapped back into showroom condition. 5 loads allowed him to slip down on the latex death-trap with ease, though I told him in no uncertain terms to “Grip it tight as you can for Daddy.” Had the stupid, rude fuck-head ever felt the actual inside of a man’s body before? I have no idea, but I was certain my boys’ ass-lips had done an excellent job of pealing back the protective wrapper, exposing the raw corona and wasted urethra to my fuck toy’s lethally coated guts. Slipping me the evilest little sneer, my boy humped up and down, hard and fast, revealing a bit of that a mean streak that made me love him all the more. After waiting so long, and succumbing to the indescribable warm wet delight of actual skin on skin contact, the interloper couldn’t hold back any longer, just as my son refused to left go. The unseen figure beside us moaned loudly, as I reached in between the boy and the ball buster to squeeze his nuts and grip the base of his spasming shaft. I could feel he seed pulsing and pushing out his piss shoot into my son’s insatiable walls. When he finally felt ready to retract his inconsiderate prick from our playground, I held the prophylactic ring with my fingers, creating the illusion that I’d waited until he was done to dislodge it and its contents. I held up the decapitated and shredded sperm killer for my boy to see. Isn’t it great to share a secret? With one final plop, I returned our common kunt stopper back into my teenager’s ravaged rectum, trying my best to secure the half dozen nut loads of potentially poisonous ball sauce, but several strands on the infectious silver slime slithered their way out in an attempt to impregnate the back of his thighs. Using two fingers, I scooped up the escapees and shoved them into my own mouth, savoring the salty sick taste of his venom fortified birthday treats. The Toilet Gods must have been smiling on us because just as the clueless bastard behind the wall was about ready to engage us in conversation, a distant car horn gave three long loud bursts, as a concerned citizen graciously notified all his fellow fuck hounds and cum hunter that a police car had just rolled into the parking lot. I gave my son his t-shirt and a big sperm coated kiss on lips before we exited our stall, and headed back to my place for the main event. 8 loads in and 10 more to go!