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I don't want to lie to him but I feel I can't say that, no, I won't be coming back, and this was all a lark, an anecdote I'll tell a couple of times before I forget the details, but will have a bit of a recollection that there was this cute kid I fucked in the back woods of the Glastenbury Mountains. I just look at him. Cute, with a smooth, narrow chest, furry legs, sweet angelic face that can change in an instant. Before I can answer he's scrambling off the bed, going out the door. "Yeah, that's what I thought," he says going down the hall. I follow him to the living room feeling like a douche bag. He plops on the couch and grabs a small glass pipe. He fills it with some white shards that's sitting in plastic zip bag on the coffee table. With a torch lighter he puts a flame to the bottom of the bowl, waits for some smoke to rise and then inhales the swirling smoke. I sit next to him and put a hand on his bare knee. He passes the pipe over to me. I hold it for a second before I ask him what it is? "What do you think, college?" He's bitter and sarcastic. I know that's on me. "Tina?" I hazard a guess. "Give the man a diploma." "I don't really do Tina, Johnny." "Then give it back," he says scornfully. He reaches out his fingers like a little boy who wants a toy back. I feel like I've dissed him and I don't mean to. There's still a little smoke swirling in the pipe and I inhale it. I hold it for just a second before I puff it out. He's looking at me out of the corner of his eye. He comments, "Fuck sake, college, smoke it if you're going to smoke it. Here." He lights the torch and holds it under the bowl. I see the bowl cloud up and I take a hit. "Now hold it. That's it. Keep holding it." I'm about to choke so I blow out the contents. "Well, that was a waste. Shotgun it to me. Do you know what that is?" I feel defensive and not liking the note of condescension I'm hearing. "Yes, I've shotgunned before. Pot." "Gimme, I'll show you." He lights it, holds in the smoke, then exhales it to me. I'm sucking it in and he surprises me by sticking his tongue in my mouth. I'm taken aback for about a second before I see he's conflicted, acting out petulantly, not knowing his endgame. He holds my head with his palm. He's mad, but horny. I guess I am too. My analytical brain turns off, and the kiss suddenly turns passionate. It's incongruous because part of my brain is thinking he's being a little shit, but suddenly I'm really into this little shit, more than I thought. Part of me likes him being a little shit. I have to let out the cloud but right after we're back in a lip lock. I feel his lap and he's got a nice hard on. He's not big but it's harder than most other cocks I've gripped. It's solid, like I could literally pick him up by it. I can't help but smile at him, and for an honest second he smiles back. He puts out his hand and let's me know I got a big hard on too. If this is from the tina I think I want more. He puts down the pipe on the coffee table and we make out, jacking each other for a while. The trailer's dark with moonlight' spilling in through the screen door. It's casting the living room with a pale blue light. I like that we're half-lit, it makes my sense of touch more sensitive, both feeling him up, and his hand running up and down my ribs and over my pecs. I tweak his small nipples and start chewing on his smooth neck. He's responding in kind, pinching my tits, his hand running down, grabbing my balls and squeezing them hard. Then he runs some fingers between my legs but before he gets to my asshole I shut him down. I tell him I don't really like my ass played with. It comes out a little more breathless than I had meant it to. I don't like being coy, but I get rattled if someone's playing with my ass when I want to play with his. "Okay," he responds. He doesn't seem upset, just sits up and lights a candle on the table. "Want another hit?" he asks, knowing he's ensnared me. His smile looks calculated and not really friendly. "Yeah. That was intense." He scoffs. "Just wait," he says filling up the bowl again and handing it to me. "You shotgun me." I do and we go another round, shotgunning each other, taking turns being the instigator, blowing into the other's lungs. I feel super horned up in a matter of minutes, and bend to suck his dick. He lets me but I feel his hand running down my back looking for my hole again. This time I'm thinking it isn't such a bad idea. I'm not hard core against getting my hole played with and I'm beginning to think I want him to touch my asshole. He's leaking precum and it's getting me even more aroused. He lifts one leg up and throws it over the back of the couch. "Eat my shit hole." I do and with my tongue feel how open his hole is. So young and so softly gaping. His asslips are extremely loose. I can stretch them about easily with two fingers, and do. He's straining, pushing open his hole even more for me, and it's spreading wide, showing a beautiful young pink rose in the candlelight. It looks so hot and I start playing within it, flicking what I know is his colon lining with my tongue, hearing him let out guttural moans. He's pushing out harder giving me more to eat, and it's turning me on enormously. I encourage him, "Open it, boy. Show me your cunt." "You like that, college? You want me to open your hole like that?" I'm nodding, wanting him to find my hole. "Nah, you tell me out loud how much you want it." "I want it. I want you to open my hole." I spread my legs to let him find me. He does. "Let's go back to my room and I'll show you how daddy works on me." We both get up and I follow him down the hall, and for the second time tonight we flop on his bed. I jump on his cock and start sucking his slender dick. He's whispering how good it feels. We're in the dark and suddenly my mouth is flooded with piss. I back off him and he's now pissing all over me, aiming his hard dick over my body. The idea of what he's doing detaches itself from how good it feels. It's warm, the most intimate thing anyone's ever done to me. "You like that, don't you?" I agree by putting my mouth back on his dick while he's still pissing. It's running, spilling out over my teeth. It's like bending over a drinking fountain. "Swallow it, pig. Show me you like drinking my piss." I take a small swallow at first. It's salty and hot. I like the idea of drinking down this boy's piss and start taking larger and larger gulps. "Wrap your mouth around my cock, pig, and keep drinking it." I'd never done anything like this before but feel very susceptible to his suggestion, and let him drain himself in my mouth. I let it run freely down my gullet. I gulp loudly. "You know my piss is going straight to you stomach now, pig. You got my pee in you. Next time you piss that's going to be my piss coming out of your dick. Remember that." I start wanking myself, know he's right, enjoying his vulgarity. This little backwoods boy is turning me into a piss hound. He's finishes pissing and pushes me on my back. "Hold you legs, pisspig." He hovers his small body over mine and spit on my ass. He bends down and wets my hole with his tongue. He then puts his dick right on top of my hole and pushes his head into my sphincter until his dick pops in. I'd been fuck only once before tonight, about a month ago by Zack. It was our first night together and we spent the entire night flipping back and forth. But now, with this nasty kid, he's taking a much more dominant approach. It doesn't feel like he wants to flip when we were done, that we're on a much different trajectory. I feel his extremely hard dick going in deep and doing it fast, much quicker than I'm able to take comfortably. I ask him to go slow, but he doesn't care if I'm liking it. This wasn't about us making love, but about him getting his rocks off. His dick's all the way in and he's humping me like an animal. I'll tell you the truth, I like it. I like that he doesn't give a shit if I'm enjoying it. He isn't even looking at me. He's staring straight ahead into space, just humping away inside my hole. His pace is slow until it isn't. He's going in for maximum stimulation of his dick however which way it strikes him at the moment. There's no looking to see how I'm doing. I have the sense this is how men fuck him. He slaps my ass hard, then switches up to rapidly drilling my hole. He slaps my ass again and slows to a hard, steady rutting, where he gets as deep inside me as his small body allows, pulls out almost all the way, then plunge back in again, hard. He's trying to hurt my fuckhole as others must hurt his. He's not big enough to really hurt, but the force makes me grunt, which brings a sneer to his face. He tucks my head under his arm wanting me to lick the sparse hair in his pit. I do with abandon. It's a small bush but I get off on his smell and the smoothness of his skin around the hair. He holds me in a headlock as he continues to fuck me until he locks into a steady rhythm for what seems like hours but is probably only a quarter of one. His grunting grows deeper and I feel his cockhead grow to a bulbous mushroom inside me, and then I feel him spill his seed with several deep thrusts. Without touching myself, only feeling his skinny six-pack abs slide over my wet cock, I feel his head swell as he's cumming, and with his last humps, I shoot between our chests. The slick juice lubricates our torsos and I slide a hand between us and caress the skin gliding over me. Inside I feel my prostate being ridden over and over as I erupt after he's cum. He's still pumping away, looking at me now, knowing that with each thrust, he's making me cum a little more. He's enjoying it in a torturous way, feeling in control of my orgasm, until he loses interest. He withdraws immediately, which I take to mean he's done and would like if I left. Well, it's not like I have an alternative place to go, so I roll to my side. I feel him draw me back to him. We spoon in the dark for a while before I feel, again, what he was after and it's not cuddling. Between my crack, where his dick lays spent, not in me, just pressed up against my hole, I feel a flow of warmth. He's pissing over me again. "Hold on, let me get some of this inside you. It'd be better if you just let me slam you, dude, but a little chem piss should help." He's fiddling with his dick taking a thumb to press it in my hole. It's difficult since he's soft but I relax my hole. "C'mon, open up. Let me get my gooch in you. Promise you'll like it." I feel his limp dick head pop inside. I clamped down on it, which cut off his stream for a moment. Then, sitting there quiet for a while, I feel him start leaking inside me. Some piss is going in, which is another first, but some of it is also trickling down my butt. "Your bed," I try to warn him. "It's sopping." "I'm used to it. You'll get use to it too." We lie there while he drains into me. "Tell me if you have to whiz and then do it over me, or you can do it inside me too if you want. We don't like have nothin' go to waste." By we, I'm getting this is what they do in their camp. I'm plenty high and the warm sensuality and feeling of normalizing this weird crap with him is going against every taboo I have, but also makes me ratchet up how much I like being with this little perv. I don't know if anyone else could have done what he's done, especially since it doesn't seem like it's a big deal, but I have to say that someone so much younger than me is pushing me like I'd never been pushed. I lay there feeling his piss filling me up and the trail that trickles down is growing cold. But his warm body holds me there with his small arms wrapped over my shoulders. With every passing second his piss is encouraging me to want to break whatever taboos are left. I'm coming to realize there might be a lot that I haven't even thought of. But I think he has. And not just thought of, but experienced. "Now let's see," he says, lifting my top leg slightly to get his small fingers rubbing against my bunghole. "About getting you open. You're tight as hell, man. I recon Daddy and the boys would hurt you mighty bad if they were to try to git in you, but my hands are little. Ain't gonna be no trouble gittin' you to take a fist from me. I'll take you pretty deep too, I imagine. You ready?" Knowing my ass is filled with his piss, feeling even hornier than I was two minutes ago, I recon I am. I pull up my leg thinking I might as well try something I'd never thought I'd do. In the distance, I think I hear the sputter of a far off engine as he slips his first finger in my cum-slick hole. ***

1992 I was in my early 20's and new to the city. I worked at a fairly okay job and lived in a nice apartment. My life wasn't all that exciting. I had a few friends, but because I was so bad at socializing, these were friends I'd accidentally accumulated only because they were drawn to me for whatever reason: The girl neighbor who was a stripper/prostitute, the crazy guy who worked at the bookstore and assorted hangers-on from here and there who were all defective in some way. No complaints on my end. I was a skinny gay man who was so far deep in the closet and so scared of AIDS that I'd probably never have sex. Ever. Whatever. The friend whose company I enjoyed the most was a 40-something guy named "Gene". I met him the very first time I ever went to the gay bar called "Bella" near my work. The place was never crowded -- especially in the 5-7 pm period when I usually stopped there to get a decent buzz. Almost immediately I found myself stuck next to a bar stool next to Gene. I got the feeling he'd been there since it opened and was always drinking mixed drinks while I just wanted mugs of beer. How to describe him? Well, he was not bad-looking and about my height. He had some gray in his hair and a gut that was a little bit bigger each time I saw him. I wasn't attracted to him at all and he knew that. When there's no sexual tension between two people, the conversation flows freely. He had lots of experience and a huge cache of interesting stories. I was never bored and we actually got to be very close friends. We'd go out to dinner regularly and that's when I started to realize why some men were attracted to him. He was warm and easygoing. Comfortable. Going to Bella after work and chatting with Gene became an everyday habit for me. After a while, he started admitting things and telling me more of his scandalous stories. In the course of one week I earned that he was a fan of amphetamines, HIV-positive and liked to fuck young bottoms with no condom and not telling them his status. He even admitted to poking holes in the condoms he'd wear so he could give them "his gift". I was a little sickened now. He knew from our many talks that I was a virgin and terrified of disease. I was just like one of the guys he had regularly bugged. As much as I tried not to react, Gene could tell I was shocked and also a little scared, but he kept talking and I kept listening. As time passed, the weather got warmer. I liked this time of year because men wore fewer clothes as the temperature climbed. I had an unspoken appreciation for guys in shorts and sandals thanks to my fetish for long, hairy legs and big feet. Gene could tell I was enjoying the scenery, and he used the opportunity to tell me which guys he'd victimized already. ""Yeah -- that one has my DNA in him", "He was so easy to fool...and he's a doctor", and so on. I tried to keep track of which ones were polluted now, but it was just too many faces, names and bodies to remember. I put it all out of my mind and wondered if I should find another bar to go get buzzed in since this place was obviously his hunting ground. He either noticed my disillusionment or ran out out of stories because he stopped talking and we just chatted like old times. I almost forgot about his dangerous side after a few weeks. Instead of bragging about his stealthing conquests, he started asking about me and my life. He became Therapist Gene and tried to get me to open up about why I didn't seem to have much of a personal life beyond Bella and him. Answers were slow coming but I eventually tell him about my lifelong shyness and fear of everything and anything. He turned out to be an excellent listener. The only advice he ever offered was "You need to get laid". He thought would fix everything...and I wondered if maybe he was right. The next time I walked into the bar I saw Gene sitting next to some younger guy and I assumed it was his latest target. I sauntered over to pinball machines and dug in my front pocket for quarters. Just as I realized I hadn't ordered a beer yet I turned around to see my friend right behind me with a sentence already forming on his lips. "Not even going to say 'hi'??" me asked. "It looked like you were busy" I answered. "Him? That's just Bradley -- a friend of mine. He's a top like me so we've never hooked up like that. And don't worry...he's super clean and a 'condom nazi'. It took about an hour of looking through my collection of phone numbers, but I finally found you the perfect date." I glanced in his direction and 'perfect' was a pretty accurate description. He was tall, had dark features and wearing a really nice suit. In other words, he was out of my league. Gene noticed my paralyzing shyness start to consume me again and just grabbed me and led me over to the bar where introductions were made. I felt awkward and could barely put words together, but a conversation began as Gene bought me shots and interjected his happy banter during pauses. Time passed and drinks were consumed and Bradley and I found quite a bit to talk about. He wasn't much older than me, had a job similar to mine and only wore nice suits because his brother was a tailor and had all kinds of connections. He was also a rabid "Walking Dead" fan and we discussed that show for a long time. Too long, probably - because my buddy had disappeared somewhere. "Where'd Gene go?". I asked him. "Oh who knows? He's probably passed out or on the hunt somewhere". I tapped my empty shot glass and said "Speaking of 'passing out', I think I've gone beyond my limit here. What time is it?" I felt a little dizzy. "11:30. I need to go home soon too. Let me walk you to your car". I followed him out the door and onto the sidewalk, but he headed in the opposite direction of where I was parked. Okay. I guess I was walking him to his car instead. As we got around the corner, he stopped and pushed me back against the big glass window of some lamp store I'd never been into. He was crushing me into it and mashing his lips onto mine. I mashed mine back as I barely remember ever feeling shy. His tongue was exploring my mouth and throat as he made some grunting sounds. I felt his insistent boner through his pants, prodding into my stomach. Within a few blurry minutes Bradley had driven me back to his tidy apartment where I was undressing (or was undressed) in under twenty seconds. We both standing naked in a tight embrace right there in his living room. I could not get enough of kissing him, but he pulled away and said "Check it out". Following his gaze, I looked down and saw his perfect erection pointing upward. Holy shit. He pulled a condom from nowhere and held it to my face. "Inspect it all you want and then put it on me". It was already unwrapped and I did try to look at it carefully, but my vision was a little blurred. The task of getting it over his engorged penis head proved too difficult for my uselessly shaky fingers though. He took over and rolled it down his magnificent dick as he led me back to his dark bedroom where I instantly found myself, face down, on his deliciously comfortable bed. He was moving around and fiddling around with what I assumed was lube after an oily blob landed between my ass cheeks. I couldn't see anything, but the feelings were more than enough. He was massaging the lube over and into my butthole. I relaxed even further into the bed's softness. "OK". He spread my legs a little and settled on top of me. That perfect, latex-sheathed dick moved in and struck my virgin prize. Yes, it hurt. It hurt very much, but the pain was as blurred as my thoughts and didn't last too long. And then this Bradley was moving his hips and cock inside of me. My first thought was how nice it felt and my second thought was that my virginity was gone forever now. Everything was slow and perfect until he got a little rougher with his thrusting. Rougher and faster."Tighten that ass, kid. I'm about to cum". I clenched as much as I could with a rectum full of big dick. I guess I did it right because he responded with tiny rapid pushes and a loud moan. He was breathing heavily and sweating all over my back. "Shit, shit, shit!" he suddenly exclaimed. Huh? "What?" "The condom broke". I was quiet and feeling warm. Also stupid. This Bradley guy used one of the tricks Gene told me he himself had used on a few of his victims. An unwrapped condom that 'mysteriously' broke at the moment of no return. I should have been outraged, but my whole body was tingling with pleasure. So what? Everybody had to die of something. At least he drove me back to the Bella parking lot so I could get my car and go home. Of course there was a light blinking on my answering machine and of course it was a message from Gene. "Well, it took forever, but I finally got my DNA inside of you. Brad was one of my early conversions and now the three of us are family. If you're feeling okay tomorrow, lets go have brunch or something".

2 weeks ago, while in Jacksonville visiting family, I find myself incredibly horned up and get on BBRT to see if there is anything happening nearby as I can't be gone too long. This hot Latino guy 29 with a nice 7 inch, thick uncut cock hits me up with the "Lookin?"... I respond with the when and where....he says now, have to before my BF gets home from work...I say on my way... I drive the 15 minute trek to their apartment..wow, he was hotter than I had hoped had nerdy glasses on but a hot body, a little shorter than me but nice...he has nothing on but gym shorts and glasses...as I walk in the door I can see the outline of that cock...he closes the door and I drop to my knees to get a taste of that cock...I tongue sweetly under the foreskin and suck a big gob of pre cumfrom the head...I was immediately hard as hell. I stand up and he leads me to the bedroom...my clothes are now off and legs back with ankles by my ears on the bed, he is eating my hole so fucking good...I am inhaling poppers and quickly getting into that fuck me haze.....he comes up and begins biting my nipples driving me over the edge as he grinds his cock at my hole, feeling the precum combined with spit lube up my hole....I feel him pushing in slightly as that thick head pierces my ass, he pushes the poppers up and says take a big hit ...I do as told but not before I say "condoms are in my pocket", "we'll get to that" he says "now, hit them hard".... so I inhale deeply , once, then the other nostril and then again thru my mouth.....my head kicks back as he bites my nipple hard he pushes deep inside me ...holding it there as I am in fuck euphoria....he pumps slowly....and I again half heartedly ask for a condom as he feels so good inside me....he hands me the poppers again, not missing a pump....as I hit them again...he pulls completely out of my gaping hole...pauses for a second and as my eyes roll back from the poppers he plunges balls deep..."Hit them again and roll over on your belly" he says.... I roll over and hit the poppers again and again he is really working my hole, fucking me deep and gyrating around, really stretching my hole. He begins hitting my spot just right and I feel my own load working without any touching.....he demands I hit the poppers again, I do as I am told....I black out for a second but awake to his guttural moans and a sweet feeling in my hole and my own cum spewing from my cock underneath me...my load was huge but not as big as the one he gave me...deep inside. we never got a around to the condoms I bought on the way....he tells me as I am leaving..."Don't worry, I am neg....I saw your wedding ring and knew u would be safe...I am too" he says "both me and BF are on PrEP"... he gave me his phone number and said, hit me up ANYTIME you are in town visiting. i definitely will.... 0

I’m one of those bisexuals who has a lust for cock, but a strong dislike for (gay) affection. A man can shove his cock up my ass, but a kiss or cuddle is too intimate. Kissing is only for girls. I try to avoid the romance by going to cruising areas like parks, adult bookstores or a bathhouse, but even there some men really want to kiss. But I don’t go to those places for romance, I just want sex. I want to wrap my lips around a dick not around a tongue, and I have no problem if a guy wants to stick his tongue in my butthole, but not in my mouth. Still, I’m pretty shy and have some trouble saying no. Sometimes I just don’t get rid of people. In the bathhouse there was this guy who really fancied me. I don’t know his name, but I always saw him as a Mike. He wasn’t my type, I’m a daddy’s boy but he was a fit 40-something. Bald head, really long nipples, a very big cock with a metal cockring. I thought of him as the typical gay guy who loved leather and jockstraps, but for what ever reason, not the kind who interests me. Even if I wasn't particularly interested, once Mike caught me in the steam room he gave me a great blowjob and when he started touching my ass I really liked it. And his cock was pretty, albeit a bit too big for me, especially since I’m a small guy and I had trouble sucking on it. Yeah, I sucked his cock even if he wasn't my type. Sometimes a good cock will get you far too, hehe. Anyhow, after a half hour of sucking, he asked me if I wanted to go upstairs to a private cabin. When men ask this I usually say no. I love gaysex when I’m horny, but after I cum I lose my lust and want to leave the gayscene as quick as possible. Getting in a room results usually in an orgasm and I wanted to delay this. I want to cum 15 minutes before I want to leave and I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I tried to evade Mike by leaving the steam room and hopping in the shower, but that didn’t work as he followed me into the shower, taking the showerhead next to mine. Then, when I found myself turned towards the wall to rinse off the soap, I found Mike playing with my ass, including prodding my buttocks with his thick cock. I’m a safesex guy, so entry without a rubber is a 'no go', but the sensation of his bare cock between my ass felt great, and seemingly involuntarily I pushed my ass a bit back, accommodating his tool. He wanted to fuck me right there and then. However he kept missing my hole when he started poking. Ever had someone like that? It hurts when the guy stabs you the wrong way, so I took a hold of his cock and placed it before my asshole. What was I thinking? I practically gave him permission to bareback me. His fat cockhead finally slipped past my rectum. He tried to push some more of his fuckmeat in my bowels but it hurt too much. That and I was well aware of the unsafe practice I was doing. I whined that it hurt and I stood up straight and his cock slid out my ass. I apologized and quickly walked away, but my cock was raging hard. Not only did his raw cock feel great, somehow I found myself thinking barebacking, which I had deliberately avoided was hot and nasty. And it was dangerous so I would never do that again. Mike thought otherwise. He knew he had me. I think gay men know everybody likes raw cock. Especially those who say they don’t yet allow a few pumps. I tried to avoid Mike the best I could, however the bathhouse was really small. There are only two floors, the first floor has the steamroom and a dry sauna, the second floor was half a videoroom and half a darkroom with private cabins. Since I was still cruising Mike found me again when I was watching a couple on the public mattress in the darkroom. He wanted me to lay down there too, but I didn’t want too. Again he suggested we move to a private cabin, and this time I caved, justifying myself by thinking if I didn't play with him, he he would stalk me for the rest of the evening. In the room I lay down and he started sucking my cock and rimming my ass. His stubble felt great between my cheeks. He pushed my knees towards my chest so he had a great view of my puckered hole. “What about condoms?” I asked naïvely. "We don't need 'em," he commented, adding "besides, I'm not really gonna fuck you." I felt his cockhead rubbing against my ass, my own cock was rock hard so I believed him, or in any event decided I would allow him to slip into my ass a little bit and for just a few pumps. No cum for my hole. My saliva coated bumhole opened greedily for his prick. The first few inches of his massive fucker penetrated me with some ease, but the rest still hurt like hell. Pain and fear wanted to stop the fuck but Mike wasn’t ready to give up his fuckhole. I started wiggling my ass, but Mike had none of that. He pushed my legs even further towards my chest. I was leaning on my shoulders with my ass up the air so I had no control whatsoever. I was in the hands of Mike who wanted to breed me. My asshole felt sore but Mike relentlessly tried to push his whole cock up my ass. I tried to plead with him that we should use condoms but he responded "Just a little more.” I don’t know how many inches felt the warmth of my bowels, but I do know it wasn’t his whole dick. He finally pulled his cock out and my asshole felt relieved of the fat invader. Mike spat on my red hole and shoved his fucker right back in. It was like he was purposely trying to rupture the tender tissue. Suddenly he let go of my left leg. Since my awkward position I couldn’t see what he was doing. He was doing something to my ass or something with his cock. After that he pulled his cock out of my ass again and let my other leg go too. I immediately felt my sore ass. It was slippery and I checked if I wasn’t bleeding. There was no blood so I thought it was saliva. It puzzled me Mike just stopped trying to fuck me, like he was finished. Did he cum in my ass anyway? According to all the sexstories on the internet you should feel someone cumming inside your ass. It’s always described as jets of warm sperm that the bottoms feels being blasted inside him. I didn’t feel anything. However when I stood up there was a mysterious droplet trailing from my butt down my leg. Six months later I was again in the bathhouse, getting fucked by some guy in the darkroom and after he was done was replaced by some guy. Another man came and stood next to me in the darkness, and no sooner had the top blown and withdrawn than the second guy slid his middle finger up my hole, playing with the several cumloads which were marinating in my bowels. “You have a different attitude since we last met” he said. Only then I realized it was Mike. “I presume you got my gift." I looked at him. Yeah, I had indeed gotten his gift. He understood my silence, and asked “So, you like it?" I didn’t say anything back, instead kissed him passionately, enveloping his tongue with mine.

I live in a college town and when I first moved here from a small town it was amazing to meet other gay guys. Of course that was back before the internet so cruising was more involved. There used to be a bookstore downtown that I could walk to from my dorm and it had an area with porn mags and the first time I worked up the nerve to walk back there was an eye opener. It was early in the morning and not many people were in the store and as I ventured back there the guy at the register came over and said he had some new stuff in the back he hadn’t put out yet if I wanted to see it. A few minutes later he hands me a magazine and falls to his knees looks up at me and says we have to be quick as he pulls my shorts down and sucks my cock all the way into his throat. I moaned and watched him suck my cock the magazine quickly forgotten. He worked my cock like a man on a mission. Once he started he never stopped until I blasted my load down his throat. He licked me clean then stood up and said I have to get back out there and left me standing there half naked and completely satisfied. As I checked out he slipped a dirty mag in my bag and winked. That was the first of many times he sucked me off. The locker room at the gym on campus was also a place pre-internet that I saw and got a lot of cock. The locker room was just rows of lockers but there were two shower areas with about 10 shower heads in each one and a sauna. You had to walk past the showers to get to the sauna and you could see into one of the shower rooms once you were in the sauna. I met Austin in the sauna one slow evening. He was probably in his 40’s or 50’s and would always find away to catch me naked. I liked showing off so this was fine by me. Eventually he would suck me in the sauna as I watched guys in the shower room. He was the first guy who really took his time sucking me. He loved to suck cock. He would lick and suck my cock and balls for as long as possible. One day he asked if I wanted to come back to his place. Not long after we were headed to the five points area of town and his place over a store. When you walked in there was a foyer with wallpaper made out of maps of places he had been and being 18 I remember thinking that was pretty cool. We quickly headed to the bedroom and he put on some porn and crawled between my legs and started sucking me. Austin was a tall guy and very skinny. He had then what guys today would call the wasted look. He was so skinny he was mostly skin and bones..and cock. He had a nice average cock but against that skinny body it looked much bigger. I don’t know if he was poz but looking back on it now I would say he might have been. I didn’t care though because he sucked my cock like no one had ever done before. He took his time and licked and sucked getting me close over and over. It was like a master class on cock sucking. That tongue was magic. He worked many a load out of me on that bed over the store watching porn over the years. We did fuck a few times but he seemed to be more into sucking which was fine with me. When I fucked him he liked to get pounded hard and his ass was boney and I would leave with well earned bruises on my hips. He might have been the first poz guy I ever played with. If so his load would have been the first poz load I took though I didn’t know it at the time. Looking back on it that makes it even more exciting. There was a guy at the local cruise park who had a really nice cock and while he liked getting it sucked he loved to get on his knees for me. We would see each other in the park and head off the trails to find a place to fool around. He was the same age as I was and try as I might I could never fit all that black dick in my mouth. There was no telling how many loads we swapped back and forth back then. One day he told me his fantasy was for two white guys to use him. Something we did many times after that. We would find another white guy and double team him one of us kissing him while the other started sucking him getting him really worked up then we would take turns fucking my friend. There was something so hot about watching white cock going in and out of his black ass. He loved it and over the years we repeated that scene many times and he, and I, loved each and every time we found another guy to load his hole. One day we saw each other there and as we sat on the picnic table under that gazebo he told me he was poz and seemed surprised when I didn’t run away. I told him it didn’t matter to me and took his hand and walked him into the bathroom and kissed him for a few minutes before he fell to his knees and sucked yet another load out of me. Looking back over things I realize I was taking many more cocks and loads that were probably poz without knowing it. The hard on I have right now just says how hot I think that is.

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

Hello : I hope you all enjoy this story. It's my first try on here, so please be a little forgiving. Bart listened to the two young brothers talking in the bar. The one slightly older brother telling his younger brother about testing positive a month ago and starting his meds in about two weeks when his insurance kicks in. Then Bart's ears perked up, the little brother mentioned his thoughts of just to stop worrying about converting, as he hated condoms, but was scared. His brother felt the same about not wanting to use condoms anymore, but was scared about passing the bug along. Bart was a conversion master. He had parties monthly for charging up new comers. He always wanted to get a set of brothers together for a charging. He had a special plan for helping a set who were not sure about completing the process. Now it looks like he could get his dream. This was a little out of the way bar, and the bartender owner was his good friend and buddy in parties, as well as shared his dream. Two hours later, Bart and Tim had the passed out brothers in Bart's playroom. Bart's playroom was no ordinary playroom. It was in someways a dungeon master's wet dream. Different slings, crosses, frames, a water trough accessible from different angles, a large shower area, different electro toys and other toys. All in a large garage like building on Bart's out of the way land. He could have loud parties and no one to bother or notice. Or in this case, two brothers who may be a little loud in their resistance, and no one to hear them. Bart and Tim worked together to strip the two young men and get them strapped into their respective works. As they stripped the older brother they found a muscular athletic body, good amount of hair covering his chest and abs, and very thick trail leading to trimmed pubes. Below was a beautiful uncut cock, a plump almost six inch soft penis and nice large balls. Beautiful fuzzy ass as well. Can't wait to see how large this cock gets and performs. He was strapped into a standing frame a little larger than a doorway and on locking wheels, his body not quite an X but almost. Next to be stripped was the younger brother, which they found a tight swimmers bodied boy. Hair just sprouting around his nipples and a nice neat treasure trail leading to a full set of pubes, and another beautiful uncut cock. His cock actually had a longer foreskin then the older brother, but his cock was little thinner and shorter, but not by much. This brother was strapped into a roll away sling. The brothers were in their respective devices for about 45 minutes when they started coming around, and realizing they couldn't move much. Aaron fixed in a standing position, and Ryan in a prone position, and very much naked. They struggled for bit and then began yelling. This brought in a changed Bart and Tim. They had changed into black jock straps and masks. The two men were very muscular and hairy, each with biohazard tat on one of their pecs. Bart came up close to the two brothers "You might as well settle down, you two aren't going anywhere for a while." "Now, we overheard you talking about your position and your hidden desires. Well little bro, your big bro is going to help you out with a little gift, and big bro your little bro will be helping you out in the process. Both of you will be helping us to live out a dream as well." Aaron struggled a bit and yelled, "What do you mean? Let us go." Tim came up to Aaron and lightly tugged one of Aaron's hairy nipples, "Oh, you'll be sharing a more detailed amount of DNA than you already do." Aaron then recalled what a biohazard tat generally meant for most gay men, and really started struggling. "No, I'm not going to do that. You can't make me." "Oh, you'll not have much of a choice in the matter soon. We'll be sure you get in the 'mood' to give your gift." Bart smiled, and stepping over to a table, he opened a carry bag out of which he selected a small plastic bag containing some little blue pills, another small plastic bag containing a few yellowish shards, another plastic bag containing something that looked like tea leaves, as well as a couple large bottles of water. Then he reached over to the wall and took two medium sized enema bags off of the hooks where they were hanging, poured one of the bottles of water into a pan and started lightly warming it. Bart crushed a blue pill and stirred it into some warm water with some of the tea leaves, and let it sit. He then took a largish yellow shard and crushed it up and put it into one of the enema bags. Bart than took the rest of the warm water and filled both of the enema bags all the way up. "Help me move our guests over near the trough." Bart and Tim moved Ryan closest to the trough, just to the side of the trough near one of the short sides, furthest from the drain. Then moved Aaron to the opposite end closest to the drain. "Now, you get to watch us start to get little bro ready to receive his gift." At this point the brothers starting yelling again, and struggling. Tim knelt down between Ryan's spread legs, held him still, and tongued his hole. In only a few minutes Ryan's hole loosened up to Tim's expert tongue, and Ryan's screams were turning to moans of pleasure. Tim then began fingering Ryan's hole, spreading a little lube into the opening, after a minute or so announcing "He's ready for the first rinse." Bart than hung the first enema bag, the one with plain water and slowly started to insert the nozzle into Ryan's ass. Slowly moving it in and out a little, making Ryan moan a little but still trying to say no. Then with the nozzle fully planted in Ryan's ass, he started the water flow. Tim at the same time rubbed Ryan's belly softly and gently. "There you go little bro, just relax. Let the water in you. Let it pour into your guts. Just relax," Tim kept purring to him. Soon the bag was empty. Bart then lubed up a small/medium butt plug. In one swift motion pulled the nozzle out and shove the plug in. "Let's let the water loosen up everything for bit, and work on big bro now." Aaron started struggling and yelling. "That's not going to you any good. You just need to drink a little something right now. You can either be a good boy and drink or we'll get you to drink it. Yelling does not good, no one is here to hear you. The drink actually tastes real good." "Boys, you might as well relax and enjoy and stop struggling. You'll enjoy it more, and really have fun giving and receiving your gifts." "Your not going to force me to infect my brother with HIV. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do this to my brother. You can't make me. See, I'm not even hard. I'm not going to do it." "Oh, after having this tasty little drink, you'll be more in the mood. In fact, you'll be a horn dog ready to fuck anything." "You can't make me. I won't let myself cum, I'll fight it" "Oh, your too young to resist shooting a load when you get going. Besides, we have our ways." During this time Ryan's eyes got bigger, now that he fully understood what was happening. He'd never been fucked by a real cock yet. He'd had his ass played with, and lots of dildos, but never a real cock. But he'd always dreamed of his brother taking his cherry. When his brother told him he was positive he thought it would never happen now, except maybe using a condom if his brother would take him. As Tim was still rubbing Ryan's belly, Ryan stopped struggling, and Tim noticed Ryan's cock was thickening up and getting a little longer. "Hey bud, I think little bro is liking the idea of what he's hearing." Bart then looked at Aaron, "See your little bro seems to like the idea. So relax, give the gift." "No, you can't make me." Bart then came over to Aaron with cup of liquid. The drink is a modified tea. It of course has the well known little blue pill in it, but also the tea leaves were a mixture of herbs that help in the same manner and also turn up the desire in a man. Usually within an hour a man is harder than a rock and so horned up a goat would be appealing. Between the blue pill and the herbs, Aaron will not be able to fight the urge his body will be put into. But in Aaron's case, it will be something much nicer, Ryan's sweet ass. Aaron forced his mouth shut, and shook his head as Bart tried to get him to drink. "Okay, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way than." Bart set the drink down and went to the wall, reaching up he retrieved a small padded clip and a mask like item that seemed to have a mouth piece and a hose with a funnel sticking out. Ryan's eyes got a little big when he saw this, he didn't want his brother to be forced to do anything, he didn't want his brother hurt. "Aaron, its okay. Drink it. If it makes you want to fuck me, so be it. Aaron don't fight them anymore. I love you. If I have to get infected, I'd rather it be from you. I'd rather you take by cherry, not some stranger if that's want happens. Just drink it if it will help you." "NO!" Bart approached Aaron with the items. "One last time, you want to drink?" Aaron shook his head. "Okay, here goes. Bud come over here, and hold his head." Tim left Ryan and came over behind Aaron and grabbed his head and held it still. Aaron clamped his mouth down harder. Bart then reached over with the little rubberized clip, and clipped it to Aaron's nose, pinching his nose shut. Aaron's eyes got huge as he realized what was going to happen, just as Bart started to talk. "With your nose all pinched shut, you can only breathe through your mouth, so you'll have no choice but to open your mouth. Then I'll get this mask on you and you'll drink whatever we put in the spout. If you don't breathe through your mouth, you'll just pass out and we'll put the mask on anyways. So, one more time you want to drink?" Aaron shook his head, but he was getting red from the need to breathe. Bart readied the mask to shove into his mouth when it opened. "Aaron, just drink it, don't let them hurt you. Please, don't fight them." Aaron felt himself getting light and a little headache from not breathing, and suddenly his reflexes kicked in and his body on its own forced him to open his mouth to breathe. Bart quickly shoved the mask into Aaron's face, forcing the mouth piece into Aaron's mouth and held it there as Aaron panted through his mouth. While Aaron was distracted with the need to breathe, Bart held his head from the front, and Tim fixed the strap to the back of Aaron's head. The mask wasn't going anywhere now. Aaron would now drink whatever Bart or Tim wanted to put into the funnel. "Ok big bro, you will drink now. You'll love the taste. And you'll love how it makes you feel soon. Just relax now. You can either enjoy where your going and in giving your gift, or it will continue to be a struggle and you'll find out how we make you continue." He released the nose plug from Aaron's nose so Aaron was breathing better now. Tim was no longer holding Aaron's head, he didn't need to. Anything poured into that funnel would go into Aaron's mouth and be swallowed by hook or by crook. Aaron just shook his head. "Aaron, please stop fighting. Just drink. I'm scared, but I love you and its okay. It's okay, don't fight them anymore. I'd rather you be the one to do this to me. Please, stop fighting." Ryan was lightly sobbing for his big brother. He was scared, but deep down he knew he didn't like the idea of condoms, he always wanted to feel the real cock, not the rubber. So he knew at some point he'd probably come up poz like his brother. So who better than Aaron to give it to him. Tim pulled over a small stool and lifted the funnel up so the tea would go smoothly down to Aaron's mouth. Aaron's eyes were huge, and tears slowly dripping down. Bart began stroking Aaron's struggling head. "Just relax. Here comes your liquid treat. You'll love the taste" Tim started to slowly pour the tea into the funnel. When the tea hit Aaron's mouth he started shaking his head more, trying not to swallow and hold it in his mouth. The tea was just the right temperature and flavor that his body wanted to swallow. Bart then started caressing Aaron's neck and throat purring at him to swallow, not to fight any more just relax and swallow. Between the pleasant flavor and the stroking of his throat Aaron's body took over and he swallowed, and swallowed as the liquid came into his mouth. "That's a good boy. See it tastes good. That's my boy. Now relax. I'll take the mask off now." Now that Aaron had his drink, Tim went behind Aaron and undid the mask and then reached around Aaron and rubbed Aaron's fuzzy belly, kissing the back of Aaron's neck. Bart started to pull on the mouth piece, "Relax your jaw boy and I'll pull this out." Aaron complied and the mask popped out. Ryan was now getting a little uncomfortable with the liquid in him and started to moan a little. "Ok little bro, time to drain you" Bart and Tim headed over to Ryan, pushed his sling over to the trough, so his ass was over the trough. Tim began rubbing Ryan's belly as Bart pulled the plug out of his ass. All the water began rushing out of Ryan's ass. "Just relax and let it all out, don't push, just relax and let your body do its thing. Enjoy the feeling of it leaving you." Ryan just relaxed and actually chubbed up a bit as the water poured out of him. When he was done, Bart sprayed him off and dried him off. Bart then went over to the table and picked up the next enema bag, the one with the yellowish shard all crushed up in it and a toothbrush, plus a little special lube that also had the same type of crushed shard. "Okay little bro, time to prep your body to receive its gift, and give you your mood enhancer. This might smart just a little, but then you'll start feeling really good once we get the liquid enhancer into you." Bart then begin to tease Ryan's hole with the lube, dipping his finger in and out, and adding more lube as he went. Then he lubed up the toothbrush, which Aaron started moaning no out loud, and lightly sobbed. Bart slowly inserted the toothbrush into Ryan's ass. Slowly out and back in, moving the brush around a little in Ryan's ass so his insides were being brushed all around. Bart was carefully brushing in deeper and deeper into Ryan's ass. Ryan was moaning both in some pain and in pleasure. All the while Aaron watching with tears slowly running down his checks, thinking of what would be coming. "That's it little bro, relax and accept the brushing. Getting you all ready for your special gift from big bro. I'll show you the brush when done, its getting nice and pink." Ryan saw Aaron lightly shaking in his sobs, "Aaron I'm okay, it doesn't hurt. It actually feels sort of good. I'm getting a little warm inside, and a little tingly. If I'm going to get this, I want it from you, no one else. Don't worry Aaron." Ryan also had a few tears running down his checks, mostly because he didn't like seeing his brother so upset. Tim had continued to rub Ryan's belly cooing at him. Bart pulled the toothbrush all the away out again after spinning it around inside Ryan. The brush was now a little more towards red than pink. Bart nodded his head. "Your ready for the mood enhancer now it looks like. See how nicely colored the brush is? See all that nice blood color, this means your ready for the gift and your body will fully accept it." Bart showed the brush to Ryan, who only stared at it and really didn't make much of a noise, as he was too busy feeling the warm tingly feeling and something else starting to rise in him. Bart then walked over to Aaron and showed Aaron the brush. Aaron could only moan again and some more tears fall from his eyes. Aaron moaned, "No, please no, don't do this to us. Please let us go. I don't want to infect him." Bart then placed the brush down on the edge of the trough so Aaron could see it. He then picked up the enema nozzle and generously lubed it up with the special lube, and then inserted into Ryan's ass. "Okay little bro, here comes the good stuff. In a little while you'll really be feeling good, and your ass will begin to scream to be scratched, and a good fucking is the only way to cure that itch." Bart then opened the nozzle letting the liquid flow into Ryan's ass. Ryan began to moan a little as there was a light stinging as it flowed in, but then a little numbness set in. Tim continued rubbing his belly as the liquid began filling him up. Tim was cooing into his ear, "Take it all in little one. Feel it slowly filling you all up. Feel your ass warming to it." Aaron was moaning as he was watching what was going on, and had a feeling he knew what was in that liquid. Once the bag was empty, Bart popped out the nozzle and immediately pushed the plug in again. "Okay, you're all filled up. Let's let you relax and wait for your ass to get hungry. We'll work a little on big bro now before his little drink kicks in more. We don't want him too hard for this part." Bart went back over to the table and picked up a little white soft fuzzy pipe cleaner, that had a smooth waxed tip. Tim walked behind Aaron and wrapped his arms around Aaron, and began rubbing Aaron's fuzzy chest and belly, kissing the back of his neck and grinding his jock covered hard on against Aaron's ass crack. "Okay big bro, time for your special prep. This will help to make your gift that much stronger. Like on your brother, this might smart just a little but then began to feel really good once the lube kicks in. It will also help make your cock hungry for that ass over there, especially with that drink starting to kick in." Bart than grabbed Aaron's cock which was slightly chubbing up because of the drugs in him, and pulled the generous foreskin back exposing the beautiful pinkish purple head of Aaron's penis. What a beautiful large piss hole he had. Bart couldn't help himself, he leaned over and lightly tongued that big hole, the tip of his tongue sliding in a little. Aaron couldn't help himself and moaned a little. Then Bart took the soft pipe cleaner, and slowly, carefully inserted it into Aaron's hole into his penis. Aaron moaned a little in pain, as this was stinging quite a bit. Bart ever so slowly was moving it in and out, going deeper and deeper each time. After a minute the lube's special ingredient sort of numbed the brushing, readying the lube to enter Aaron's bloodstream to make him want to fuck. Also the white of the fuzz was getting subtly pinker, not as pink as the toothbrush, but just a little pinker. Aaron's penis was truly now becoming Aaron's cock, as it was starting to grow and get harder and hotter. The combination of drugs was starting to take affect. The white fuzz was now a true pink, again not quite as red as the toothbrush, but this was only to release a little more of Aaron's toxic fluids into the cum when he shot. Bart pulled the pipe cleaner all the way out, and again gave a little lick to that beautiful cock head. Before he pulled the foreskin back up and let go of Aaron's cock, he dribbled a little more of the special lube on to the head, and carefully pushed what he could into the piss hole, then carefully covered the head up with the skin. "Okay my boys, you are just about ready for the giving of the gift. Let's get little bro the rest of the way ready while big bro's cock gets the rest of the way hard. Oh yeah, one more little thing for you big bro." Bart that pinched his nose causing Aaron to subconsciously open his mouth, and he rubbed a little white powder on and under his tongue, "That will give you a little help in being more compliant." Tim and Bart then moved Aaron's frame a little bit a way from the trough so there would be more room around him. This moved Ryan out of his eye sight. Aaron's head was beginning to spin a little, and he was feeling the most horny he'd ever felt. He looked down and his cock was rock hard and pulsing with his heartbeat. He tried to feel bad about for what was coming, but his sex crazed brain and body just wouldn't let him fully think about it. Tim went over to Ryan, and began rubbing Ryan's belly and looked into Ryan's eyes, which were sort of wide and spacey, and he had that sex blush on his chest. "How you feeling little one? You hungry for cock?" "Fuck, I'm warm all over, I feel so full." "Just wait until we get that water out and put a little more lube in there. Then give you your other little treat. Now the plug is going to be pulled out, you just relax and let the rush feeling just go over you." Bart then removed the plug. Pinkish water came pouring out and into the trough. As the water left Ryan, he started to become hungry for more to be in his ass. Once the water stopped, Bart rinsed him off, and dried him again. Ryan's eyes glassed a bit more and he was starting to moan. "Okay little man, lets move you over near your brother. Then its time for you to receive your special gift." Tim and Bart wheeled Ryan over to within a foot of his brother. Ryan saw Aaron's super hard cock sticking out from his body. He didn't remember it being that big, but maybe that was because it wasn't about to be put into his ass before. Aaron also had a sex flush on his chest going, and he was starting moan saying "Oh fuck, oh fuck." His cock was still pulsing with his heart, and now was starting to leak just a little. Tim kneeled between Ryan's spread legs and started to tongue bathe his hole again. This time though, Ryan's hole was hungry, it wanted sex, it wanted cock. His tongue slid right in deeply making Ryan moan loudly. "Oh fuck, more, I need more." Bart had moved over to the table for the lube and a little nose mask with a small brown bottle. "Just wait little bro, you'll have more in a minute." Bart set the bottle and mask down on Ryan's chest. The went down to his ass, which Tim moved out of the way. Bart took a medium sized syringe and filled it with the special lube, and slowly shoved it up Ryan's ass. Then as he slowly pulled the syringe out he started squeezing a generous amount of the lube into Ryan. The effect was almost immediate for Ryan, making his ass now desperate for cock, for his brother's cock, for his brother's gift. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, please fuck me, I need it up me." "Just a minute little bro, you'll be getting big bro's big cock in you. Lets get your little treat on you now." Bart carefully opened the bottle, and screwed it into the bottom of the nose mask, then carefully fitted it onto Ryan. Ryan automatically breathed in a little with his nose which forced the hit into him. "Oh fuck, ohhhhh" Tim then reached down and rubbed Ryan's chest and pinched a nipple. "Now don't breath in from nose again yet, wait until big bro starts to go into you, then take a deep breath in, you'll get the biggest jolt and high." Bart looked down at Ryan's penis, which was no longer just his penis either, it was a erect cock not quite as impressive as big bro's but just as beautiful in its own way. Bart leaned down and gave it a little kiss, pulsing his tongue into the skin to gently nudge that hidden head. Ryan just moaned louder. "Okay boys, time for big bro to give his gift." Tim got behind Aaron, while Bart securely locked the wheels of Ryan's sling, then slid heavy bars behind and in front of the wheels to be sure that the only movement from the sling cart was just from the sling, which this one didn't move much, just sort of gave little to thrusts, it didn't really swing like the others. Bart was now kneeling down on the floor with the bottle of the special lube, and Tim began to move Aaron's frame to his brother's sling cart. Aaron was now struggling in his mind, he knew he didn't want this, but the drugs in him had him so horned up, his cock was actually itching for action, all his nerves were wired to lust. He tried to yell no, but it came out more as a moan. He felt Bart take hold of his rock hard cock, and start generously lubing it up, all over his cock and inside his foreskin, and an extra amount on the tip of his foreskin. The lube hit him quick and he was starved for sex. Bart stood up with a little bottle in his hand, and held it up to one side of Aaron's nose, and as he pinched the opposite side close he told Aaron to breathe in. Aaron couldn't help it, he did as he was told in his sex crazed mind. The hit went to his brain and he was quaking for sex. Again Bart knelt, and, taking Aaron's cock in hand, nodded his head to Tim to push Aaron to his brother. As Aaron's cock approached Ryan's ass, Bart was thrilled to realize that because Aaron was close to ten inches hard, once he was inside and the frames and Aaron were secured, his cock head would always be buried in his brother no matter how he moved. Tim continued to push Aaron to his brother. And just as Aaron's cock touched Ryan's ass, a small part of Aaron's mind did allow for him to try to pull back, and because he wasn't fully secured in that part of his body his cock did move back. Tim then moved his heavy muscular body against Aaron, and pushed him fully forward and didn't allow him to pull back. This put Aaron's cock nicely into the crack of Ryan's ass. Ryan felt his brother's cock touch him and he moaned loudly, "Please, put it inside, I need his cock inside me, I need it. Aaron, please don't fight it, I need you in me, please." "Breathe in boy, here it comes." And as Bart said this, he held Aaron's cock still and pointing directly against his brothers open hole, and Tim slowly but constantly pushed Aaron so that Aaron's hard cock slowly and evenly slide into his brother. Both brothers moaned in sexual bliss, both slightly quivering from the excitement the of entry. While both brothers were suddenly overwhelmed with the entry, and what their bodies were feeling, Bart quickly secured the two frames together with their special locks, and then secured the special soft belt around Aaron that secured him to the sling. Now if Aaron did try to fight fucking his brother, he wouldn't be able to get away, and his cock was so long it wouldn't fully come out of his brother either. They were meshed together perfectly. "Okay boys, have some fun getting and receiving your special gift. Enjoy this time, feel this time." Tim started moving Aaron's hips a little to help Aaron start his thrusting, while Bart rubbed Ryan's crotch. Aaron was moaning and shaking his head, trying weakly to fight this. His sexual craze taking over a little while causing him to slowly move his cock in and out of his brother. Ryan was just moaning incoherently he was so into it. His cock had actually gotten a little harder, and was beginning to leak precum. Bart couldn't stand it, he had to taste that neg liquid, and ran his tongue all over the top of Ryan's cock, and into the foreskin, making Ryan buck and moan. This causing Aaron's cock to move more in his ass as will. Aaron was moaning in pleasure, but also trying to fight the urge. The fight of the urge was getting more control. "No, please, I can't do this. Ummmm, ohhhh." "Well, lets see if we can get little bro to give you a little help." Bart than moved over to the wall and took down some little pads and a control box. He plugged in the long cord to the control box, and set it down on the floor between the brothers. He then got down on the floor, and saw the beautiful sight of Aaron's big beautiful cock buried in Ryan's ass, with both sets of balls tangling. Bart leaned up and licked each set, causing loud moans from above. As he did this he peeled paper off a pad and stuck it on one of Ryan's ass cheeks as close to Aaron's cock as possible without touching Aaron's cock, and then placed the other on the opposite side. He then plugged the pads into the controller. "Lets help little bro's ass start sucking you a bit big bro, show you how much he wants your gift." Bart and Tim got down under the brothers to watch this. Bart then turned a couple of knobs, and they saw Ryan's butt cheeks twitch, which pulsed his hole and insides on his brother's cock. Aaron felt this and moaned, "Oh, ohhhhh, oh god, no, please, don't make me do this. Ohhh, god, Ryan, I'm sorry. Ohhhh fuckkk your ass it's sucking my cock. Ohhh, ohhh god, I can't, can't give you HIV. Please stop this." Ryan though, because he'd never really been fucked by a real cock, never had drugs, was so lost in lust craze. "Aaron, oh fuck, your cock feels so gooooood in me. I've dreamed of this. Oh fuck, take my cherry. Oh push it in deeper, please." Aaron in a moment of drug lust, shoved as deep as he could go into Ryan at the same time a surge went through the pads, and both brothers moaned and yelled at the intense sexual pulse. Bart afraid Ryan might get too many hits from the bottle now, took off the nose mask, and then pushed off his jock so he could rub his cock as he watched the brother's. Tim also slide off his jock to do the same. The intense sexual excitement of watching the brothers fuck was just too much. Both Bart and Tim saw that the next time Aaron's shaft came out, it was covered in a light pink thick liquid. So all was open and ready to receive Aaron's poison. Between being over a month poz with no meds, and the brushing of both of them, this gifting should take first time. Ryan's ass kept twitching at various intervals, with Aaron trying to fight the urge to fuck, succeeding sometimes and sometime thrusting a few times. Both brothers had a sex sweat covering them. Ryan's cock was at this point copiously leaking precum on to his stomach. Both of the masters were leaking as well, but holding off for the final shot. "Please, please stop this, I don't want to give my brother this, please let me pull out. I know I'm already leaking in him, please I can't give him this. Ohhh ohhh fuck, that ass, ohhhh fuck Ryan, your ass just, ohhhhh god." And he thrusted back in, still trying to fight cumming. This went on for about twenty minutes, Ryan was obviously over the moon in sexual bliss, Aaron was crazed but had just enough of his mind to try to resist. Bart and Tim got up, their hard cocks jutting from the bodies. While both of them were considered well hung, Aaron still was bigger than both of them. Once Ryan got as old has his brother, he might also end up being bigger than them. These brothers with these beautiful cocks, if this gets them into their poz world will make great gifters in their parties. Bart stood up to Aaron and Tim to Ryan. Bart began rubbing Aaron's sweaty fuzzy chest and tweeking his nipples, causing Aaron to moan and jerk a little, and Tim doing the same to Ryan. "Well big bro, I didn't think you had it in you to resist so well. Looks like we'll have to step it up a notch, looking at little bro he's dying to have the gift and your just being stingy. So we'll help you want to give that gift, or more to the point, push it out of you." "No, you don't have to. Oh Aaron, just give me your gift, I want your gift. Give me your bug. I want it, I want it from you. Please, ohhhh, your cock feels so good in me, give me the rest." Ryan came enough out of the haze to moan this at Aaron. "Ryan, bro, ohhhh fuck your ass is still sucking, I can't let myself. Oh fuck, part of me wants to shoot my load in you, and give it to you. But I just, oohhh fuck that feels good, I just can't let myself cum." "Well, okay boys. Buddy, can you get big bro ready for his help in giving his gift." Tim got behind Aaron at this point, and pushed him forward spreading his cheeks, and started to expertly tongue lash his sweaty hairy hole. Aaron just moaned at this and tried to push back to get more tongue, as he loved having his ass eaten out. While Tim was eating Aaron's ass and relaxing it, Bart went to the wall again and brought down two small wired clips, and an elongated butt plug with a wire hanging down. Aaron's hole had opened up to Tim's expert care, so Tim took the same syringe used on his brother and filled it with the lube and lubed up Aaron's insides. While he was doing that, Bart affixed a clamp to each of Aaron's nipples, just tight enough that they wouldn't fall off. Then plugged them into the same control box as Ryan's pad, and turned a knob. Now when Ryan's ass twitched, there was a little tug to Aaron's nipples. This caused Aaron to scream in ecstasy and jerk forward into Ryan, which made Ryan moan harder and his cock twitch a little. Now for the last piece that ought to do the trick, and make Aaron give his reluctant gift. Bart stepped up behind Aaron with the butt plug, and lubed it up with the special lube, he then bent it a little, then slowly pushed it into Aaron, creating a hook. Aaron moaned real loud and shook, especially as it bumped his prostate, which is where it rested. Bart than plugged this into the controller as well, and adjusted another knob. Bart and Tim now stood up to each side of the brothers slowly jacking their hard cocks, their pecs with the tattoo slowly twitching. Aaron was now moaning loudly, "Oh fuck, oh fuck what have you done." Then the pulse from the controler went through for the first time with all the attachments in place. Ryan's ass twitched on Aaron's cock, a tug on Aaron's nipple caused him to start to jerk but then the push against his prostate caused him to push harder into his brother than before. "Ohhhhhh, fuuuckkkk. Ohhhh gooodddd." The pulse stopped. Aaron relaxed and his cock backed a little out of Ryan's ass, with Ryan moaning loudly and saying put it back in. Then another pulse happened, and Aaron's body moved forward jamming his cock back deeply into his brother, both moaning loudly, and now Ryan's cock would jump up with a string leaking from his foreskin to his belly. The pulse stopped and Aaron slide back, with a loud fuck. "Aaron, shove it back in, please, I need it. Please, shove it back, oh god that feels good, its hitting that deep itch. Fuck, oh shit, fuck me. Please." "Ryan, ohhh god, your ass. I'm losing control, I just can't infect you. It's just not fair to you. Ohhhh, ohhhh fuck." And another pulse hit them. Aaron drove forward, with a little pulse of his cock in Ryan which he knew was him pushing a glob of precum in, and Ryan's cock twitch up with its own glob of clear liquid dribbling out. "Ohhhh, Ryan, I don't know how much of this I can take. I really want to cum, I just don't want to let myself, but if I do I'll give this to you, I'll hurt you. I love you, I can't give this to you." "I love you Aaron. I've wanted you inside me since I knew what sex was. I want you inside me, I want your cum. I don't care if it infects me, it will be a part of you in me. Please fuck me, I need you." Another pulse, lasting a bit longer hit them. Aaron was shaking this time a little, groaning, but still refusing to cum, though harder to fight it. Ryan's cock shot up and squirted his clear precum a couple of inches, and he moaned. All the while the masters were jacking off. Bart saw the resistance in Aaron failing, "Big bro, your ready, little bro is ready to receive. I'll help you give your gift to him now. You won't be able to hold off anymore. I can see little bro's ass is dripping with the lube, ass juice, your precum and a little blood. It's time, you need to release your gift. Give your gift to little bro." Bart then turned the knob on the leads to Ryan's ass up a notch which will make it twitch harder and multiple times, he only turned the nipple knob so it will twitch multiple times, and then turned the butt plug up three notches of strength. The next pulse came. Aaron threw his head back, and his waist shot forward harder than ever before, throwing his pubes hard into Ryan, driving his cock the deepest it could go into Ryan. Because the butt plug was on constant not pulse, Aaron held there feeling the tugs on his nipples and Ryan's ass muscle quickly pulsing around his cock. Ryan's cock shot another glob of thick clear fluid out 2 or 3 inches. Both brothers moaning more loudly than before. "Oh bro, I'm not going to be able to hold off. I'm going to cum in you soon. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm weak. I love you so much, I've wanted this too, but not to give you this bug. I'm sorry." Another pulse hit, and Aaron's body shot forward again hard, again driving his cock as deep as it could go, and him trying to push farther, if he could shove his balls in too he would. Pulse stopped, and his cock relaxed back. Sweat was pouring off their bodies. Precum all over Ryan's belly, and still leaking from his cock. Pinkish juices slowly oozing out of Ryan's ass around Aaron's cock. But this time both of their balls were starting to move up tightly to their bodies. It was another few seconds before the next pulse. Bart quickly adjusted knobs so the next one would be a notch stronger all around, and last longer. This was going to be it for them. Bart and Tim were jacking harder, as Bart said, "We're ready to see the gifting, your ready for it. This is it. Your going to shoot now." Then the pulse hit the brothers. Aaron shot forward hard, and because of the strength of the pulse on his prostate and the squeezes around his shaft, his cock just could not take it and the toxin started its hard and fast travel, he was shaking hard against his brothers ass. "Oh fuuuckkk, I'm cumming, I can't stop. Ohhhhh goooddd. Ohhhh, fucckkkk. I can't stop shooting." Shooting he was, he was shooting deeply into Ryan, his cock vibrating and moving and spreading his toxic semen all over the abused walls of Ryan's ass. Ryan at the same time had been through enough, when Aaron's second shot started, Ryan's cock shot up almost straight up and started shooting its on copious load all over his neck, chest and abs. Aaron was in an orgasm for almost five minutes even though the pulse stopped, he didn't remember ever shooting like that. He did it, he shot into Ryan, he probably infected him. But instead of feeling sad, it almost excited him more. Bart and Tim also shot their loads on the floor watching such a forceful show from the brothers. This was all that their dream was imagined. Now if they can get the brothers to come to parties. Bart approached Ryan and ran a hand into Ryan's cum, and lifted it to his mouth to taste the clean sweet cum, Tim did the same thing. Bart gathered up another good amount and lifted his hand up to Ryan, "Here little bro, have some of your cum, this may be your last neg load ever. Remember this as the last." Ryan took the cum and moaned as he swallowed it. Bart scooped up more, "Here big bro, you need to have some of this as well. It's probably his last clean load. Taste its sweetness. Savor your brothers flavor, and remember what a special gift you have given to him." Aaron took the scoop of cum, there was nothing else to do, the deed was done. His brothers cum was delicious. Sweet, a little nutty. "Now you two are even more brothers, you have more DNA together. You've given each your gifts. Big bro's bug will begin growing in you now little bro. Your big bro has given you a gift of freedom, freedom to take what ever cock you want as bare as it should be. And big bro you got his cherry, and he's freed you too. Now the thought of giving your cum isn't scary anymore." Ryan's cock jerked at this, and so did Aaron's which was still about half way in Ryan's ass. "We'll just leave you to together like that. Little bro, just enjoy the feeling of your bros hard cock resting in there. It's going to be hard for some time yet, and it will keep that toxic semen locked in there soaking into you." Aaron though began to feel an urgency in his groin, he had to pee, and he had to pee badly. "I gotta pee, please let us go, so I can pee." Bart and Tim just smiled even broader, "Oh what a treat! That will just seal the gift. Just pee, just let it go, right into his ass. Let your toxic pee will just inject further into his body, fill him up." Ryan sort looked a little shocked, but he secretly always had a desire to feel someone pee in him, so okay, let it me his brother. "Do it Aaron, I want it, pee inside me, just let it go." Tim stood behind Aaron, wedging his semi hard cock into Aaron's fuzzy valley holding Aaron tightly, and began softly rubbing on Aaron's fuzzy belly, right on his bladder. "Do it stud, pee. Let it go. Let it go into that ass. You'll love it, how the hot fluid builds up and around your cock. Let it go. Give him more of the bug, more of your special gift." Bart stood by Ryan and began rubbing his belly, "You ready for your brother's pee, more of his gift, his toxic gift. Get ready to get filled with liquid again, your brother's special liquid." Aaron's head feel back and rested on Tim's shoulder, the sweet talking that light rubbing on his bladder, it was too much, and Aaron begin releasing a torrent of toxic urine into his brother's ass. Shooting with a strong force, shooting well up into Ryan's guts. Filling his guts with the hot liquid. Ryan began moaning loudly as he felt the hot liquid filling him, the rubbing was relaxing him enough to accept the flood of fluids. But it also caused him to start peeing all over himself as his brother was gushing into him. "That's it little bro, just let it go, let it go all over you. Your last neg pee all over you. Feel your brother's going in you, and your's coming out just as hard." Aaron heard this and had to look down to see his brother peeing, and it was a sight. Neither brother remembered peeing so long or hard, nor with such pleasure. "Okay boys, we'll let you rest." Bart rubbed and patted Ryan's full belly, "Big bro will just keep his nice big cock in you for a while, and keep your gift inside you for awhile. We'll keep you here for a couple of weeks as our special guests, just to be sure the gift takes. And if you want to keep giving and receiving the gift to each other, you can. This is a safe place for you to enjoy your new found brotherly love that you two obviously have wanted for some time." Note : I hope you enjoyed this, I know it was a little long, but I wanted all of this in one story for now. I may continue it a bit more, if I can think of a good continuance. Please let me know what you think.

The Poz Boat Dillon was going on the cruise without his bride since she left him at the altar. They had been dating since college and after Dillon’s couple years in the minors trying to make it in baseball he asked her to marry him. He felt embarrassed after she didn’t show at the ceremony. He knew he couldn’t get a refund on the cruise they had planned for a honeymoon so he went alone. Jack figured it would give him time to forget about her and reflect on his life. He spent the first day at sea alone at the pool working on his tan. That’s where he met Christopher and Jack. Christopher was the oldest of the couple at 30 he was a bit taller than Dillon coming in at 6’ 3” and weighed about 180 with dark brown hair and eyes. Jack was his younger partner just shy of 20 years, 5’ 10”, 140 pounds, with Black hair and green eyes. Both men were fit and well defined after obvious work in the gym. Jack had noticed the 25 year old as he stretched his 6’ frame out on a lounge chair in his board shorts. Jack pointed the young man out to his partner as they admired his lean, muscular body, flat 6 pack abs, smooth skin and long blond hair. Christopher commented how nice it would be to use him for a night of fun. Quickly the three men started to chat. Before too long they had made plane to hang out that evening. The sun began to dip in the sky as they went to their separate rooms to get ready for dinner and a night out. After dinner Dillon was to meet the two other men at their cabin. He found their room and knocked on the door. The door opened up by Jack wearing just a towel who told Dillon that Christopher was in the shower. Jack welcomed Dillon in the room and offered him a drink. The towel clad man fixed Dillon a drink and handed it to their guest. As Dillon sat on the queen size bed in the middle of the room Jack dropped his towel and searched through his bag for something to wear that night. Dillon tried not to stare at the young man as he searched his bag. After many years in locker rooms Dillon was accustom to other naked male bodies. Dillon was sipping on his drink as Christopher came out of the bathroom with his towel over his shoulder. He greeted their guest. Jack asked if Dillon had any thoughts what they all should do that night. Dillon was well into his drink as he began to feel a little horny. He was confused at the feeling as he began to get hard. The tent in his cargo shorts was hard to hide as a naked Christopher moved in closer. Dillon was caught off guard as the naked Christopher was close. Dillon had a friend in college that was gay. On a couple rare occasions he was in the receiving end of a nice blow job while drunk but never thought of anything more. Christopher asked Dillon again what he wanted to do that night. Jack made a comment about Dillon’s hardening cock as the two men were now on either side of their guest. Jack looked at and Christopher and gave him a wink to signal that Dillon’s drink was spiked with ample Viagra and GHB. Dillon was in a daze as he noticed both naked men standing with their cocks pointing at Dillon. Dillon was beginning to feel the G as Jack took his drink from his hand. Christopher started to unbutton Dillon’s shirt. Jack came back and began to rub the back of Dillon’s head. Dillon was lost in the G and the sensations he was receiving from the two men. Christopher made a suggestion that seemed to go right into motion. Knowing what happened to Dillon with his bride, Christopher suggested that he relax and let whatever happens between the three of them happen. With the G in his system Dillon was easy prey as Jack helped remove the rest of Dillon’s clothing. Jack got on his knees and began to suck Dillon’s hard cock. Jack was impressed with Dillon’s 8” cock as Jack thought to himself that it was too bad he wouldn’t get to use it after this suck job. While Jack worked on Dillon’s pole Christopher put the rest of the plan in motion. While out of sight of their guest he retrieved a prefilled point and moved in for the kill. When he returned to the bed he found Dillon on his back with his eyes closed while Jack was still sucking Dillon’s cock. They had Dillon right where they wanted him. Christopher sat down laying his legs across Dillon’s chest. Dillon looked up at Christopher as he looked for a good vein in Dillon’s arm and stuck the point in Dillon. Dillon looked up as Christopher registered a quick flash then emptied the slam in the unsuspecting Dillon. Dillon coughed out 3 times as Jack stood up and kissed his partner before retrieving 2 more points for themselves. The slam given to Dillon was double what the couple were about to administer to themselves. Jack handed one to Christopher as they kissed again. They each administered their own slam as Dillon was riding a strong rush. After each coughed and were ready they began to work on their new toy. Dillon was positioned on all fours as Christopher got behind him and Jack was at his head. Jack took a moment to kiss Dillon as he took a hold of his head before he sat down in front of Dillon and worked his mouth on his own hard 8” cock. While Jack was teaching Dillon to suck cock Christopher began to rim his virgin ass. As Dillon began to suck on Jack’s cock moans were escaping around Jack’s tool as Christopher’s tongue began to probe into Dillon’s hole. Jack gave Dillon instructions as Christopher readied his ass. Since Jack had just slammed he knew he’d blow a load quickly and Dillon would have his first taste of cum. Christopher looked at Jack as prepared Dillon’s hole for his own 9” cock. Jack signaled to Christopher that he was getting close. Christopher knew it was time and got on his knees behind Dillon. He positioned his cock at Dillon’s virgin hole, grabbed his hips as he pushed his way inside.’ While Christopher was invading Dillon’s ass Jack took a good hold of Dillon’s hole as he knew he was about to deliver his load in Dillon’s mouth. Jack cums fairly quickly after his first slam and he was ready to deliver his load as Christopher was sliding inside Dillon’s formerly virgin ass. The thought of Christopher taking Dillon’s virginity had him on the verge of blowing his load. As he was about to cum he told Dillon one thing, swallow bitch. Dillon felt Jack’s cock expand and then fire his cum as he swallowed without a thought. After Jack had finished cumming he held his cock in Dillon’s mouth for his to clean and help him get harder again. Christopher began to fuck away at Dillon’s tight hole as Dillon was working on Jack’s semi-hard cock. Dillon was lost still lost in the G as he Christopher was fucking him. Christopher was eager to drop his own load inside this young straight man. As the G began to wear off Dillon was growing a wear of what was happening. Jack’s cock was growing hard in his mouth as he realized that he was getting fucked at both ends. He felt the cock in his ass grow harder as Jack pulled him off his cock and kissed him. While Jack was kissing him Christopher grunted as he unloaded inside Dillon. Christopher commented, that’s one load in each end as Dillon looked back to see who was fucking him. Dillon was lost in what was going on since he felt as if he was enjoying himself the action continued. Now it was time for Jack to fuck Dillon. As Christopher slowly withdrew from inside Dillon, Jack moved to take Christopher’s place. Jack quickly slid inside Dillon as Christopher moved to Dillon’s head. Christopher sat down in front of Dillon and told Dillon to clean his cock. The G was mostly out of his system as he looked at Christopher’s cock and eased the soft tool into his mouth. Christopher ran his fingers through Dillon’s hair as Jack fucked. Since Jack had already dropped a load it would take some time before he would drop his second load. This gave him time to work Christopher’s load in deeper as the couple shared an evil grin. Dillon’s legs were getting tired as Jack fucked into him. They repositioned him on his back and Jack continued to fuck him. Dillon began to wonder how long this guy could last when Jack began to breathe a little heavier. Dillon could feel Jack’s cock begin to thicken and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer. It was another 15 minutes until Jack screamed out and filled Dillon with another load. Christopher was hard and ready and took a second turn at Dillon’s ass. As Christopher teased Dillon’s hole he noticed that there was a slight pinkish to the cum that oozed out. Christopher smiled as he slid back inside Dillon. Dillon was left moaning as the couple took turns filling their chemmed up bottom. After each took several turns Christopher lay down on his back as Dillon was directed to mount Christopher’s cock. Once Dillon was down to the base Christopher pulled him in for a kiss while Jack got behind the impaled man and began to work his 8” in alongside the cock already inside. Dillon moaned out in pleasure and pain as his hole was stretched to accommodate both cocks. This fuck took the longest as both assaulted his hole as the sun began to peal through the curtains. After both men deposited their loads and withdrew their softening cocks Dillon could hear Christopher comment that after those two loads the grand total came to 9 charged loads, 5 from Christopher and 4 from Jack. Jack reminded him of the one load down Dillon’s throat. Dillon had no clue what charged load mean as he was starting to come down from his high. The couple helped Dillon back to his cabin and left him in bed to ponder his unknown future.

2012-05-23 I had not planned on spending more that 20 or thirty minutes here, I thought to myself. Get in, get the stuff (with a little bartering), and get out. Now I was staring up at the ceiling into the mirror that my host (and meth dealer) Gary had so wisely placed above the leather sling I now found myself fastened into. The leather hood I was wearing let me see, breathe and gave others access to my mouth. The black leather is supple, and I saw myself in the mirror, the rainbow studded leather collar, harness and matching jock on my 155 lb frame; I liked what I saw, how my legs and arms were spread and tied to the sling's chains - immobile and subject to whatever would happen. I thought back to what I had met Gary three months ago, and I don't know why I was surprised this was happening to me; in the first twenty minutes after meeting him, it was obvious that he was twisted (in the good kind of way). A friend of mine, Steve, introduced me to Gary because I was having so much trouble finding a reliable source for tina. We drove to Gary's house one Friday afternoon so Steve could vouch for me when we started dealing. The first sight I had of Gary was a memorable one. He came to his front screen door dressed in his harness and chaps. He swaggered a bit, looking oh so hot as his black leather chaps framed his thick, half erect cock as it was swinging back and forth. His cock was decorated nicely with a thick shiny silver cock ring and an impressively large PA. He met my eyes and we had one of those moments when you know you're going to end up fucking. Still, I tried to keep it business, allowing Steve to do all the talking. Gary invited us downstairs to his "office" to complete our business. The "office" was a large basement room with a padded floor, a leather sling a bed, - all made more inviting by the dim red track lights which covered the whole room. He sat at a table, arranging things for the deal. I told him what I wanted and he weighed it out for me, bagged it, and then asked me if I was a cop. I laughed, and said "Hell no." He smiled at me, then said "A cop wouldn't suck my cock would he?" "No I guess, not" I laughed. He remained serious and said "Want to convince me?" Gary was sitting on a chair stoking his hardening prong as he spoke to me. I didn't know if he was really was serious or not, but I figured what the hell, and knelt between his legs and took his big tool in my mouth. The PA was clicking a little on my teeth, but I kept going. Gary was encouraging me and Steve just watched. Gary whispered in my ear that he'd give me some bonus product if I finished him off, and I eagerly agreed, and began to worship his beautiful tool, which now stood full mast at 8" long and slightly less thick than a beer can. I wasn't going anywhere. Eventually I finished him off, got the product from him and Steve and I left that day as I was the attraction at a gang bang at a local hotel (another story). A week later, I called up Gary and told him I'd like to stop by, but I'd be alone this time. He said "Sure, I'll see you when you get here." I arrived at his place 30 minutes later, and he came to the door looking much the same as last time, which made me hot for him to use that big cock of his on me again. We went down to the office again, and proceeded with the deal. Once Gary had it all weighed out, he started to hand it to me, but stopped short. "How'd you like to prove you're not a cop again?" "Absolutely" I said, kneeling down and engulfing him as he chuckled "Fucking tina whore." That turned me on incredibly - being a tweaking bottom slut with my dealer's big 8" cock in my mouth. I heard the sound of a torch being lit, and he nudged my cheek to give me a hit off his bong. Just the first thick hit of tina smoke was enough to put me at his mercy, but we kept smoking and recycling the hits to each other until we were flying pretty high. He offered me a glass of punch, saying "Drink this, it's G. You'll like it." I eagerly did whatever he told me to, drinking the G down quickly and then going back to work on his cock. His wonderfully thick dick responded quickly and he was hard as a rock in no time - no tina dick for Gary. "You like to get fucked, isn't right Jim?" he asked. "Fuck yes" I said. "I'd love it if you fucked me - I've been thinking about that for a week now." He ordered me on the bed, all fours style, and after lubing my hole with some elbow grease, slid that marvelous tool into my ass-pussy to the hilt in one motion. "Fuck yeah!" we both erupted at once. We fucked for at least an hour and a half, with Gary depositing two loads in my ass before I steadied myself to leave. "There's a little extra in the bag" he said. "See you next week, I suppose." "Great" I answered and with a little wobbliness, walked to my car. The deals with Gary had been going according to that general theme for these last three months. It even developed into a little role playing scene, like I was giving him sex for meth. I was paying, of course, but the scene of him using me as a cum dump as a payment for meth turned us both on immensely. The sex was always white hot - in our little scene he saw that I liked being called degrading names and made to feel that I was completely his to use as he wanted. He so naturally assumed the Dominant role and I the submissive one, that I truly wouldn't call it role playing. It was the first three months of one of the hottest affairs I've ever had. So here I am today, looking up at leathered and bound self, unable to get out of the sling, close my legs or keep anything from entering my mouth. I was a little uneasy, this kind of thing being new to me, but horny beyond description, my ass was tingling from the little bit of tina we'd smoked, and I wanted Gary to fill it as soon as possible. But Gary had left the room after tying me into the sling, he put a poppers soaked cotton ball in the little pouch of the hood as well; my head was swimming and I began to realize Gary had been gone nearly half an hour. I chuckled a little - why was I surprised at being on the altar here in this scarlet tinted dungeon shrine to gay piggish sex? A total slut, tied spread eagle in a sling, unable to move or even scratch my balls, smelling nothing but the amyl, and hearing nothing but fuck-me fuck-me fuck-me techno music in the room. It was all making me hornier by the second! Hell, I realized I wasn't surprised at where I was at all, but realized I loved being here - here, like this - it's just what I am. I am, and always have been a submissive bottom for tops to use and subjugate. I took my first cock at a very young age, and loved it. I just naturally love it when men use me. I love to party, take cocks bareback, get fisted, drink cum and piss and of course, am HIV+ - your typical pussy white bottom. So I was eager when I heard footsteps on the stairs finally, and I began to get excited, thinking about nothing but how I was going to give my hole and mouth completely to worship Gary's big cock. I detected more than one set of footsteps coming down the stairs. Since I had no view of the stairs, I had to wait until whoever they were came around to the foot of the sling to see them. Gary stood, his ringed and PA'ed cock protruding from his crotch, the look of it teasing my itchy hole by its absence. Two men had arrived with him. One was black and was older, maybe late forties, a big thick cock like Gary's (no PA), and moderately hairy, but naked except for his black boots red and black leather bands around his biceps, pierced nipples and lots of tats, 6'4" 230, shaved head, goatee with braids, (with an huge earring that made me think of Mr Clean); his dark brown eyes were piercing directly into mine - he smiled the smile of a conqueror. Gary later addressed him as Stick, and further identified him as his supplier from Dallas. I licked my lips as I stared back. The other man was Black-Mexican, late 30's or early 40's, 6'4, maybe 200 lbs, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses a baseball cap and a leather harness around his incredible cock (thicker than Gary's - later I'd find out it was 10" with an 8" circumference). Gary spoke first saying "This is my cunt", clearly referring to me. "He thinks he likes to get high on tina and have his sloppy slut hole and mouth used. You'll enjoy him, but first we need to teach him how to really do tina. Here cunt, drink this" handing me the usual G-laced cola. I drank it down without hesitation. With that, Mr Clean produced several orange tipped syringes full of fluid. He was an intimidating looking man, but he softened his expression and assured me as he began to swab my arm - he had a smooth voice, saying "Just stay still. You'll feel a coughing sensation, it's normal, you'll love it - wait for the ride, ok cunt?" "Yes sir," I answered. With a firm grip he steadied my right arm, fixed a tourniquet on it and uncovered the needle. He was confident and smooth, hitting a vein and drawing blood back into the syringe with one motion, then pushing the liquid into my bloodstream steadily until the rig was empty, and just as quickly slapped a bandaid over the spot as he withdrew the needle. It was my first slam ever. I can't find the words to describe what I felt like that first time; after the cough, my ears began ringing and a rush of pleasure and what I can only say is the emotional state of extreme horniness overwhelmed me; I couldn't focus my eyes, my asshole actually started to burn intensely - not with pain, but pure lust. All I wanted was cock - in my mouth, in my pussy, and over and over again. I guess the Mex-Black guy (his name was Pedro) and Gary slammed at the same time I did; as soon as Stick was finished he slammed himself. I was awash in such an intense wave of carnal desire, so willing to give myself for the pleasure of these men that I could not imagine what I would not do to please them, or to satisfy what was now a raging overpowering piggyness. I began chanting "Fuck me, please sir fuck me" over and over again. Gary stuck his cock into my mouth from above, oozing more pre-cum than I've ever seen someone put out. I greedily took his cock in my mouth, but he pushed in all the way down my throat, smiling evilly at me as he said "You're going to be my good little junkie cunt and satisfy my friends, right?" "MMMHHHMMM" was all I could utter. Gary took his cock out so I could breathe - I gagged a little but begged for more. I was flying and my hole was hungry to get fucked. Stick stood rubbing his cock on my hole's opening, jamming wads of lube up my chute and smearing lube all over my hole and butt. He said nothing to me, just looked me in the eye as he slammed his big cock into my pussy ass. Oh God, it felt so good, his thick hard cock, hot inside me and sawing in and out of my bottom faster and faster. He paused a few times, but said nothing to me. I was still swallowing Gary's cock. He held his cock in me for a few seconds then pulled it out, leaving my hole open. I began to moan and wiggle by ass in an attempt to beg for him to put it back in again. Instead, Pedro with his 10x8 monster moved in and began to fuck me silly. He got very verbal, especially about my being a shameless junkie puta for black cock and little fag who was a cum dump for real men. He slapped my ass several times, ordering me to show him how much I love his big black prick as he held still and I slid my pussy up and down his pole as the sling's pendulum motion impaled me on his beautiful cock over and over. Gary and Pedro skewered me for sometime - I have no idea how long - until Gary began to quicken his pace and shot the first load of the evening onto my belly, some of which Pedro raked immediately into my cunt. Gary fed me the rest, and kept fucking my mouth as I sucked his cock clean and swallowed his cum. "Yeah," Pedro taunted me - "fucking cum drinking pussy. You little bitch, you want some more? I'm breeding you right.....now!" And Pedro pounded my ass with violent, quick and full strokes of his 10" of manhood, shooting all of his huge load inside me, continuing to thrust as his jizz made my sloppy ass squish with every stroke. As Pedro pulled out, he moved to my mouth and had me clean his cock as Stick took his place in my ass with his big cock. He was harder than Pedro and fucked slower, using full measured thrusts as he gazed into my eyes. "You like what's happening to you, cunt?" I moaned in affirmation. Stick continued saying "Yeah, I love fucking a real true bottom like you. You love getting fucked don't you." "MMMHHHMMM," I moaned again. Once Pedro's cock was clean, he and Gary smoked a joint as Stick took his time with my ass. "Your hole feels so wide open and ready for stretching. Gary said you'd be a complete pig for getting your ass opened up. I like fucking pussies like you. It turns me on to own a pussy like you and see you take cock like a bitch. Everyone thinks you're a man but you're really a horny little fag who loves to get his ass fucked and be a real man's little bitch." I stared at him hungrily. His dirty, humiliating talk was making me into more and more of the bitch he was calling me. "I get off using a shameless junkie bottom pig like you. You don't care what we do as long as we fuck you right, cunt" he slammed his big cock in my hole. I thrusted back, moaning, "Yes, Sir, I'm your cunt." "You have a nice cunt, so hungry." Stick whispered. "Gary says you whore to get tina, is that right?" he asked. "I like playing like I do," I answered, "it's hot to imagine begging my dealer to put my cunt for sale so I can get high." "I'll bet you would whore for tina if you had the chance, cunt like you would do anything to get a cock in his pussy, right?" "Yes Sir, I suppose so, I've always thought that it is hot to get paid when a guy fucks me." "So you have been paid by guys who fucked you? That's so fucking raunchy, cunt, and I love it! You're really just a cheap fucking whore, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir. I was filled with cock and being told what a whore I was." "Awesome! You cunt, I'm going to show you what a real fucking is. You ready to whore for me tonight for real?" "Fuck yeah" I said, grinding my cunt on his cock. "I have two guys who are going to pay $20 to fuck your mouth and pussy - they think you're neg and that you are getting pozzed this weekend. I think there will be at least five more tonight too. I keep all the money and pay you in tina. What do you say to that?" "I don't think I've ever been so hot to get fucked in my whole life, Sir." "OK, cool cunt, now shut the fuck up for the rest of the evening - I mean it. You're just my hole to pimp out." I nodded. Stick fucked me hard and fast, and gave me his load, filling my hole as he looked down on me with a nasty smile. His cock stayed hard and I was gyrating on it as Gary and Pedro came over after finishing their joint. They asked Stick if he told me about his plan to pimp me out. "Look at the way he's pumping on my dick, he's so hot and ready to be my cheap little whore" Stick said. Gary untied me from the sling and allowed me to get on the bed. Pedro had sat down and I mounted his cock facing away from him, taking Stick's cock into my mouth. Pedro took my legs and spread them, and Gary slipped his fat cock into my cunt next to Pedro's. As Stick fed my mouth with his cock, there was the sound of a doorbell. Gary bellowed, "Come on in, down in the basement." Soon two tall lanky twenty-something guys witnessed the three of them stuffing me with cock. "Look at that whore we're going to fuck, looks like he loves cock" one said, and they both began to strip. "Who's Stick? It was Twenty for both of us, right?" someone asked, to which Stick replied "I'm Stick, and yes, it's $20 for each of you. Okay guys, let's let these two studs have the cunt, since they're paying for it" whereupon Gary and Pedro disengaged themselves from the mattress. "He wants both our poz loads, right?" one of the new guys asked. "Yeah, fuck yeah, the cunt's yours to use. Breed his cunt all you want" said Stick. I was moaning in anticipation. The darker of the two young guys took his shorts off, letting his nice thick dick go free. I immediately sucked it into my mouth. I was on all fours on the bed, and the other kid started rubbing my hole with lube. "How many loads so far, fag?" "Three" Stick answered for me. "Cunt doesn't use his mouth for talking." The guy at my pussy shoved his bare cock into me as he slapped my ass. "You like my hard cock, you pussy ass faggot?" I clenched my hole around his cock as I took the other kid's cock down my throat held it there and gently bobbed on it. We fucked like that for 20 or 30 minutes, as Gary, Stick and Pedro just watched, occasionally commenting on what a good little prostitute I was - God, I was in heaven. Soon, the guy in my ass nutted loudly taunting me to take his buggy jizz and triumphantly announcing to me that he was converting my sorry ass. He pulled out and switched with the other kid, and soon, he also sprayed a load in my cunt as I cleaned his buddy's cock with my mouth. He slowly pulled out and spread my pussy open to get a look at my loaded ass. "You're going tot get bred a lot more before you're through, cunt. How does it feel to be a cheap ten dollar whore?" I responded by enthusiastically cleaning his cock off. "Fucking fag - you're a hot little cunt, crazy for cock and cum, huh?" I smiled. After the two kids left, Stick came over to me. "It will be about 90 minutes before the next guests arrive. I noticed you don't have any ink. I think you should get a whore tag above your cunt. You can talk, cunt." "I've thought about it, Sir. Seems hot" I answered. "I have my rig in the car, I won't make you, but I think you'd look fucking hot with a nice little whore tag over your cunt" he took me by surprise with that. In a moment I made the decision. "I would love for you to give me a whore tag, Sir." I didn't believe I was saying yes. Stick retrieved his tattoo rig and set up, as I was sucking Pedro again. He showed me a pattern for a red bio-hazard sign over a red and black pinstripe. "Perfect," I agreed. Stick knew what he was doing, and it took about an hour. It was somewhat painful. After he finished, he took a pic of for me. It was like the pattern, eight inches wide and three inches tall, centered over my butt crack. God, I thought it looks hot, right above my cunt, giving the tops something to read as they fucked me. I noticed a detail Stick had added: in the loops of the pinstripe he inserted the letters, Slut Pig, but you had to look close to notice them. He put some ointment on it, as I sucked on Pedro again. I could hear him dialing his phone. "Ok, cunt. Let's get you ready for this group. There are five guys coming over to breed you." Stick tied me up on all fours on the bed. I could move my arms a bit and I could see who would be fucking me in the mirror in front of me. "I'm going to video this and get it on ICU, cool Stick?" Gary said"Hell yeah," Stick said. Ten minutes later six not five guys came down the stairs: five white, one black. Gary escorted them over to Stick, who took their $20 bills as they eyed my upturned cunt, ready to be used. The black guy introduced himself as Darnell. He was 6' 200 and has as thick a cock as I have ever seen. He was first up, but came over to my head, and fed me his cock. "Yeah, take my dick you slut" he ordered me. I was able to take him all, and sucked him for all I was worth, as one of the white guys began unceremoniously fucking my ass with quick violent thrusts. He came quickly, and started watching me suck Darnell. I think he got off more on insulting me for being such whore, than fucking me. Another white man's cock replaced him, bigger this time. He blew quickly too. Three more of the nice looking white guys followed, all loading my cunt with their poz cum. Darnell finally started to fuck me, saying he wasn't gay and not poz, but loved fucking white ass faggots. "You suck dick like a real pro, cunt," he taunted me. "A hell of a lot better than my girlfriend." He was close, as he continued to racially degrade me and ram my ass with his big tool. He'd stop, and make me clench and beg for his cock as I wriggled my ass around his massive log. As he bred me, he bent down and whispered in my ear "I would like to know who you are, man. I'd like to get a lot more of this. Here's my cell number, shoving a paper in my mouth, I'm Darnell, see you later faggot." The six guys left as quickly as they came, and I was left there, all tied-up. Gary came over and put a huge plug in my ass, and untied me. "Ready for another slam, cunt? I think you've earned it." I nodded and started sucking his cock. "Okay, get in the sling, and put your legs up." I complied, whereupon Pedro unceremoniously began shoving wads of crisco into my cunt. I could tell he was going to fist me by how his hands moved, and I huffed on the poppers three or four times, very deeply. He easily plunged his forearm into me half way to his elbow. "Okay, Stick, hit the cunt now" he said, as he slowly twisted his arm in my pussy. Stick found my vein again, and pushed what was .4 gram of meth into my arm. "You'll suck anything after this, won't you?" He leered pervertedly at me as the rush hit me. It was overwhelming, and a little scary, but it evened out quickly. There was nothing in my head except how I could get fucked and used by these three hot twisted Dominant fuckers. I reached down and pulled apart my ass cheeks for Pedro, and he slowly slid his arm to the elbow. "Fucking hot little twisted tweaker you are, cunt. You are a sight to see! Look at what a nasty fucking fag you are - higher that a kite on meth, eleven loads in your cunt, and a big black arm shoved up your pussy hole to the elbow. You really are a total fag aren't you? Ever thought you'd be this much of a shameless slut? God, look at you! Were you ever a man, you little cunt?" The taunting was driving me nuts for more. Stick knew just what to say to push me further. He rudely pinched my tit as he shoved his considerable cock into my mouth and down my throat. I took all I could of his cock and looked up into the mirror, what a fucking sight! Pedro into his elbow and Stick down my throat. Gary had gone upstairs and walked down two blocks to the leather bar - that's what Stick said. Stick got a text from him, and he told me Gary was coming down the stairs soon with three young thuggy looking black guys he met outside the bar. They were selling crack outside the bar, and he told them about this cunt he was using at his place and that I whored for chems, so they eagerly came along. As they arrived downstairs, I thought they looked really sleazy. They stripped naked and stood watching Pedro as he kept fisting my ass to the elbow. They started doing some crack as they watched, offering some to me. I declined, saying "No thanks, man. I'm a tina bitch." From their faces, I know they had never seen anything like what Pedro was doing. One of them, (the thinnest) asked if he could try fisting me too. Pedro slowly pulled out and showed them how - lubing them up as he did. Stick turned on the ICU cam and the first of the black thugs shoved thin his arm into me all the way to the elbow. Pedro said that he should try a second hand, but the thug hesitated. Pedro guided him as to how to insert his second hand. Still he hesitated, but Pedro reassured him "It'll be hot, man. This cunt wants it and can take it, believe me! Just look at how he's moving his ass around - he's totally rutting his sluthole on your arm aching to get more of you into his hole." He slowly slipped his second hand in next to his arm, following Pedro's advice as he was turning and twisting his arms in me slowly. He reached a place of resistance and I huffed on poppers four or five times. I exhaled and he finally broke through with both hands into me. I screamed and pumped my ass more, and he slowly advanced into my bowels, finally getting three quarters of both forearms into me, as Pedro poured on the j-lube. He stayed inside me deep like that for 10 or 15 minutes. Stick moved the cam to catch it all, and Gary fed me poppers and his dick as the thug boy filled my cunt with his slender forearms. The thug stud looked down at his cock, and said he was oozing cum and needed to fuck my ass. Pedro helped him as he slid his arms out of my sloppy, gaping hole. The young stud stood and rammed his meat into me and piston fucked me, taking only forty or fifty strokes to dump his wad in my loose pussy. As he was fucking me, I took one of his thug buddies in my mouth as he hit his crack pipe. The third thug was tweaking my tits and sharing the pipe with his friend, ready to replace the first young stud after he came in my ass. This third kid had a big cock, somewhat like Pedro's. He thrusted his rock hard monster cock easily into me. "God damn, this cunt is so fucking used and sloppy - he's fucking worthless!" he sneered. With that I clenched my sphincter on his thick black cock, almost pulling him into me as I did. "Oh damn," he said, "fuck yeah, bitch, you is a for real whore for black cock, huh bitch?" He fucked me rapidly and rhythmically for 20 or 30 minutes. His buddy took a black magic marker he saw nearby and scrawled "Black Cock Fag" on my stomach. As he wrote, the thug fucking me began to slap my ass. Stick came over and began to speak sternly to me. "Look at that cock in your cunt! Tell me what you are, you whore." I was breathless as I was getting vigorously fucked by hot hung thug boy. I didn't know what to say. Stick slapped my ass hard and said to me, "Say that you're a toxic whore and sleazy white slut for black cock." I said "I'm a sleazy-poz-whore-white-faggot-slut-for-black-cock, Sir." Tell everyone how you let anyone dump his cum in your cunt just so you can ride a needle full of tina." I said, "Yes, Sir. That's right. I'm nothing but a shameless tina whore. I love to suck cock, get fucked and have my cunt loaded up just so I can ride a needle full of tina." Stick grabbed my face and commanded me "Okay cunt, tell us all you're a cheap whore for your meth dealer who pimps you out for ten bucks a fuck." I replied verbatim. "Louder" he barked as he slapped my ass good and hard. I shouted, "My meth dealer whores me out for ten bucks a fuck. And he keeps the money." "And you love it, too, don't you? cunt" Gary asked as he twisted and pinched my tits. The thugs loaded my cunt good before they left, saying they had to get back to making cash. All three paid Stick $20 on the way out. Stick loomed over me and showed me the $200 or so that I had earned for him that night. Stick and Gary fucked me one more time, two last loads to make sweet sixteen for the night.

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

Shameless I dated Scott for several years way back when. Looking back now I can see he was an absolute train wreck but he was good at sex and for awhile that was enough. His lips also felt amazing when he swallowed my cock. His usual practice was to popper up and suck and lick my cock as he fingered my hole, segueing to eating my ass, then to use toys on my hole to open me up, and when he determined I was ready, he would align his cock with my hole and sink in balls deep in one long push. He never lasted long but tended to stay hard after shooting, and would go back and forth in using toys and fucking my hole. It was absolutely amazing. Scott was also poz, and the first time I sat down on his bare cock and watched his face as he pumped up into me and eventually flooded my ass with his poz load, well what can I say? I was hooked. His was the first knowingly poz load I ever took. Back then, as now, I was 100% vers but he would only top me, so we would get into three-ways and groups if only so I could at least occasionally get to fuck some ass. Of course he always fucked the other guys, usually fucking them first, loading up several of the asses, so I could slide in afterwards, Scott's poz load the only lube. Without exception, I found the sight of Scott fucking another guy to be an incredible turn-on, and even if he wasn't supportive of the idea that I should be allowed to get fucked by the other guys, and he actively tried to distract me when I tried to get another guy to slip his cock into my ass. Naturally this led to more than some hard feelings. In the final review, we worked our way through quite a few tops and bottoms, but seldom did I get fucked. One Halloween we went to a bar and met another couple. One was dressed like Superman and soon we all headed back to their place. They were a poz/neg couple like we were but they wouldn’t say which was which. We got naked and sat in the hot tub kissing and sucking and then took it inside. The older member of the other couple was kissing Scott and I was playing with the one who had been dressed as Superman. He fingered my hole and felt the load my guy had put in me before we left home and he whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me and I was all for it. I glanced over at Scott who was deep in a 69 with the other guy. Before I knew it my legs were on Superman's shoulders and was sliding into my ass. We had all been drinking and partying and his fuck was not exactly gentle. He pounded into my hole with deep long strokes which quickly got the attention of the other two. I expected my guy to be upset but he actually encouraged them to both fuck me. And fuck me they did. All three of them took turns keeping my holes full of cock. It was one of the best nights of fucking I have ever had. All three fucked loads deep into me. Afterwards we talked for a bit and then Scott and Superman fell asleep. The older of the other couple and I went out to the hot tub and he sank his average length but extremely thick cock back into my well fucked hole and kissed me as he took his time this go round. He told he was the poz one as he fucked another load into me. He fingered my hole and feed me part of the loads that had been fucked into me and kissed me again and again. We left not long after and Scott told me how he had wanted to fuck Superman and even though he didn’t how turned on he had gotten sharing me with that other couple. When we got home he fucked me again—hard, rough, and quick. My mouth and ass sore but extremely satisfied.

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.

Went to BBRT party last night. It's one i've been to before and I was feeling pretty bottom. As soon as I arrived and naked I was playing with a couple of other guys in their 40s both chunky bear types one of my faves. After a lot of sucking and kissing got bent over the bed and bred. More guys were drifting in including a lovely guy in his 50s nice bod and total top. I really got into his snogging lips, and big cock. Another bear guy was behind me playing with my hole and entering it. After some more playing the taller guy bent me over again and fucked nme. The other guy took over and I was kissing a younger guy who was being pounded on the other side of the bed. For a breather I went and got some water. The taller guy said `I need to cum I want your hole`. Magic words. I immediately bent over and just took all he could give me feeling his hot jizz find a home in my hole. I went back to the bedroom and found the bear guy and another chunky fukkah. He tool a shine to me and we started kissing and titplay. I asked `what are you into?` `I like fucking guys`. After more kissing I bent over for my second cock and with a two fucks he decided to just go for it and pound my arse till another load flooded my sphincter. Another guy was looking at this - Irish and smalll. We played sucked his cock hard until i received another load. By this time I was shagged out and after chatting and thanking the hosts I left the party.

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.

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"

If I could tell you exactly what moonshine tastes like I would: something like drinking turpentine mixed with the worst cough syrup you’ve ever had. They might be its two ingredients. I’m trying to turn down a refill but Young John’s not having it. The second one, he says, you stop tasting it. That might be, or it might be I’m blasted out of my mind by the first. As it is, I can’t help staring at him. It’s not that he’s just cute, but I don’t know if there’s a slyness or innocence that makes me keep darting glances his way in the light of the campfire. The rabbit he skinned and cooked was good. He liked grossing me out when he skinned and disemboweled it, but when it came to eating it off sticks, you could tell he knew what he was doing. And, yeah, it tasted like chicken. After he won refilling our canning jars with more moonshine, he says, "Man, am I ever horny." Then, just as suddenly: “You a homo, college?” He asks this as matter of factly as if he’d just asked if I’d had enough to eat. He’s not looking at me but up at the stars, which number in the billions up here. “Yepper,” I answer. “You?” “Nothin’ I could do about it if I was,” he volunteers. He’s quiet for a real long time, before he adds two words that completely throws me: “I’m caged.” I’d been slumping against a log, but I sat up at that. “What do you mean, ‘caged’?” “Caged. Like I can’t get to my dick if I wanted to. Got a lock on it.” “Wait, what?” The rabbit bone I was twirling I throw it in the fire and draw closer to him to see his eyes. His gaze come down from looking skyward, and rest on my face. He’s evaluating me, for what I don’t know. To see if I’m judging him? To see if he should go on more, if I can be trusted? “We just decided it was better that way,” he says. Is he looking to see if I approve? Agree? The simply fact is I don’t understand. “Who decided that? What would be 'better'?” “Daddy. The posse. Me. We thought it was better. That way they don’t turn me queer. Want to see?” “Wait,” I say, putting a hand on his bare shoulder. I feel how warm he is, feel his small, strong muscles of his shoulder. Feel the effects of the second jar of moonshine. “What exactly has your daddy and his friends done to you?” He unbuttons his pants and shows me a homemade chastity cage scooped under his balls and covering his dick. A little bush of pubes poke above it. I’ve seen cages online but thought they were just a novelty, a joke. This one looks serious, heavy, permanent; although it has a screw underneath and not a lock, it doesn’t look like a joke. “Daddy says if I started enjoying my dick when they did things to my butt, I could turn homo and then they couldn’t have fun no more.” “That’s crazy talk, guy.” I’m sorry to say this, but I can’t help it. My own dick starts getting hard. I know, I know, you’d be all righteous and help the kid, but I’m telling you, coming across this kids with his pent up, twisted beliefs, or those guys that are keeping him this way, plus the second jar of moonshine, plus the bit of pubes above the cage, it’s twisting my head, making me think I want to take advantage of him in all his chastised horniness. Okay, maybe I just needed to say that, because now I’m feeling indignant, protective again. “You got a screwdriver?” I demand. “Yeah, but you can’t take it off,” he says. “The shit I can’t. Get it.” We go inside a trailer and he rifles through a kitchen drawer holding the gas lantern above his head. He’s holding his pants up with one hand and the lantern with the other. He finds a screwdriver and gives it to me. I tell him to drop his drawers. He reluctantly does, and I get to work unscrewing the bolt under his balls. Once that’s undone it’s like a puzzle that easily comes apart. He’s got a mighty erection from me fooling around with his balls and dick. I’m not surprised since he also couldn't touch himself for however the hell long it’s been. It’s a beautiful young cock, arching with a nice bend to it, thin and extremely hard. His knob’s swollen blue in the light. I can’t help it. I wrap my lips around it. Young John inhales hissing and then is almost crying out loud in arousal. I slurp up more of it. I mount on top of it and get most of it down my throat. “I’m going to cum,” he starts repeating. “You’re going to make me cum.” I stop sucking him. “Come back to my room,” he says. I leave the pieces of the cage on the countertop and follow Young John through the shadowy hallway to his room. This room has the feel of a nursery. An old, ragged teddy bear sits on the dresser. One if its button eyes is missing. There’s a metal airplane with plastic propellers on a night table, next to it a couple of coloring books. “Wait. How old are you, John?” He looks at me frightened. “Don’t call me that! You can never call me John. Daddy gets real mad. Almost took Dwayne out one time. Johnny’s okay, but Young John’s better.” “Okay, Johnny,” I say, flipping through one of the coloring books, seeing his ‘coloring’ consists of running random-color crayons over outlines of cats and dog, trains and cows, three-story buildings and a cop blowing a whistle, holding up a gloved hand with a sign that says ‘Stop!’ Interestingly, the building has red crayon flames coming from the windows, the clouds are all black, and the sun shines blue. “Have you graduated from school yet?” “Daddy says I don’t need it. He says I’m legally eighteen and that means I don’t have to if I don’t want to. Never went, never gonna.” He’s pulling me to his bed. “Do that thing you was doin’ before to my weenie.” He pushes the coloring book out of my hand and we fall on the bed. He’s unbuckling my pants and wants to get them off me as fast as he can. I kick off my shoes and our pants and shirts fly. He doesn’t like to kiss but he sure likes to suck. We’re in a sixty-nine position before too long, and I spread his legs and bend him so I can get to his butthole. I stick my tongue in him and he lets out a yell, “College! What are you doing?! Fuck, man!” I raise my head surprised. “College, you are nasty fuck turd, aren’t ya? Do that again.” I go down on him and can kind of see what he means. I’m drunk enough not to care that much, but he isn’t all that clean, but I’ve already been there once and don’t see the harm of continuing to eat his little nasty ass out. I feel his rock hard cock rubbing against my pecs. He’s humping like crazy and I don’t want him to cum yet, not at least till I get my dick in him. I spit in his ass and push the saliva into his crack. “Yeah, fuck my hole, college. Wreck it,” he cries, then pauses for a moment. He hesitates before he whispers, pulling at the sheets, “you can put your hand inside me if you want.” “What, fist you?” I stop and look at him. “Do the guys here do that to you, Johnny?” He puts his face in his pillow and nods. He’s talking into the pillow when he says that he likes it. Part of me doesn’t believe that he can take a fist, so I push two fingers in his butt. They slide in easily. I wet a three fingers and all three slide in without effort. He lifts his head and says there’s Vaseline in his drawer. I look and bring it out, pop off the lid, and grease my hand. “Oooh, yeah,” he says as my hand disappears up his slim ass. I got to admit it’s the first time I’ve ever done this, and it’s incredible. I feel like I’m wearing a warm, slimy glove, that he’s an extension of my hand. I get why some would call it making someone your hand puppet. I like that he is mine. “Go in more, man. I know how to take it deep,” he says. He’s wiggling on my wrist, pushing himself down on me. My hand slides in beyond my wrist. He flips on his back writhing, squirming, climbing down the bedsheets to get closer to me, to get more of my arm in him. He’s insatiable. I’ve got a major hardon going and really want to stick my dick in him and fuck the shit out of the kid. I start pulling out and he cries out, “Wait, wait!” “Dude, I want to get my dick in you so bad. I’m going to bust a nut all over your sheets if I can’t fuck you this second.” “You can stick your cock in, too. The guys do it all the time.” With my left hand I grease my pole and add it to his crack. He’s right, he can take both. Easily. It’s incredible feeling my dick slide into my greased hand inside the kid’s ass. It’s not only mind-blowing, but the feeling! My dick and fist make for cramped quarters but that only makes the viscosity immensely pleasurable. I start humping his ass and my hand inside him with abandon. He’s enjoying it from the grunting and affirmative noises he’s making. I’m telling him how good he feels, and he reflecting back the same sentiments. He’s loving it, he tells me. How big I am, how much he wants me. I’m in a low, guttural mode now, pushing as much of my fist and cock into his slim hips as I can. I'm pretty big with large hands; it’s a wonder he can take so much and continue to want more. If it’s pleasuring him as much as it is me, I happy to give him more of my arm and cock. I’m up to my pubes pumping in him, well past my wrist, ripping his hole open with as much ferocity as I want. He seems to be able to take everything I give him and still begs for more. So I pile it on, starting to bring out some violence in me I don’t recognize. I leave my fist right at his opening, stretching it to the max and using it as my dick’s point of entry. He realizes what I’m doing and is totally into it. “Open my pussy, sir!” he pleads. “Destroy me. Make me a train wreck. Fuck open my cunt, man!” He’s wailing at the top of his lungs and I’m hammering him as hard as he wants me to. It’s incredible and I shoot a load into him that makes me quake several times. I feel him do the same. He erupts over his chest till it runs off his rib cage. The amount of cum that pumps out of his cock is astonishing, and makes me think it's been a least months since he's shot a load. He jacks and jacks, and cum thick and pure white spill off his body. He's shaking in waves. I think he's done, then he shakes and shoots some more. It makes me spasm watching him. My fist disappearing deep within him. His sphincter clamps hard on my wrist and my cock follows deep inside him. He shutters as I collapse on top of him. I feel his channel squeeze my hand several times. I flex my hand out a bit and he squeezes it tight. It’s us communicating to each other, discovering a rare depth of feeling. We lay for a white until my cock soften and slides out under the pressure. Then I slowly withdraw my hand from his ass. As my knuckles slide out he gives a gasp and I feel a long trail of slime flow out his ass and puddle on the sheets. “Do you have something I can clean this up with?” I ask. He looks at me puzzled. “Why? Just leave it,” he says casually. “Hand me my smokes. They’re in my pocket.” I reach in his pants and find them along with a plastic lighter. He lights up right away and leans on the trailer wall. I look him over and want to capture that sly, contented look he has. “Can I take your picture?” I ask him as he’s puffing away. The smoke obscures him, which is I think what he’s after. I’m drunk enough to have had enjoyed myself like I’ve never done before. Guys I’ve had sex with were fun, but this kid took me to places I never contemplated. But I’m also not drunk enough to face the implications of what’s been done to this kid. Both his lack of inhibition tied up with, I’m sure, his utter isolation. “You brought a camera?" He sounds a little alarmed. "What, outside in your backpack?” I pick up my pants, and bring out my iPhone. "No, this has a camera in it. But it’s almost out of juice. I take it there’s no electricity up here.” He shakes his mop. I turn on the camera app and show him his image. “Whoa! That’s me? How fuckin' hot am I?” “Can I?” I sit next to him, put an arm around his shoulder, pull him next to me close. That makes him smile. We leaning our head against the trailer wall and I take a selfie of us. He rubs his eyes from the flash. We take a couple more. Serious. Me kissing his brow. Him licking my face. One of both of us pinching each other lips. In the photos you can see we’re both shirtless, but don’t show more than that. “Where do they go?” he says of the images. I show him the collection, swiping through the one’s I just took. He’s delighted with the phone. I get the feeling he’s never seen one. He holds it tightly, looking up at me with his gap-toothed grin, putting his finger on the screen and flicking quickly to examine other photos. My old dog, Trixie, back in Salem. My sister. My family at dinner. I look bored. “What’s your name, college?” He’s not looking at me but at my life. “Peyton. Peyton Grey.” He laughs. “You sound like a paint color.” He straightens up in bed and puts on an aristocratic voice with a finger in the air. “Yes, yes, I think I shall paint my entire trailer Peyton Grey. It will be the most beautiful trailer in all of camp.” I pinch his tit and he falls back against the trailer giggling. He flicks across more of my collection. School campus. My soccer team. Dorm-mates. There’s one he comes across that makes him stop. It’s of me and Zach. We’re also shirtless, in bed, smiling. “Who’s that?” he asks. “I guy I know at school.” The end of the charge powers down the phone. As much as I’m rubbing his shoulder, holding him close, the room feels much darker and colder, more shadows lean over us, like a black crayon coloring outside our tidy lines. “His name’s Zach,” I say to break the silence, trying to smooth over suddenly rough edges. He gives me back the phone. Quietly he smokes the rest of his cigarette. Finally, he asks the obvious, stubbing out his cigarette, “Once you leave, you gonna come back here, ever?” He looks up at me with his brown forest eyes. There’s a hard touch of green in them I also see. Even in this light. ***

When my ex Scott and I would go out we would often end up at the bath house to sober up a bit before heading home. We would get a room and Scott would party up and I would roam around looking for cock and hole. We had been a few times and one of the attendants was a nice looking black guy named Heath. We flirted with him but never thought anything would come of it. One night we got him into our room and took turns sucking his long cut cock. It was only for a minute or two and he said he had to get back to work and we thought that was that. Later Scott and I were taking turns fucking a guy who was flying on something and begging for cock in one of the public play areas. We fucked his holes for awhile and he was begging for cum. I was throat fucking him while Scott was plowing his ass and I pulled out and asked if he wanted my boyfriends’ poz load and he just moaned. I got behind Scott telling him I wanted to see him poz that hole for me. I played with his nipples, which always did it for him, and soon he was pumping his poz load into the tweeked out guy. He kept fucking for a bit then pulled out and I slid right in that hot, wet, loaded hole. It felt amazing and the guy was begging to be fucked harder, saying he could take it and to really give it to him. I grabbed his hips and soon the sounds of his moans and my hips smacking his ass were getting louder and louder. I was not ready to cum yet and pulled out to let someone else have a turn at the guy. Scott and I took a shower and headed back to our room and saw Heath walking by and motioned him in. Scott said he wanted to see him fuck me and Heath looked at me and I just nodded and leaned in for a kiss. Scott shut the door and had me on my hands and knees licking my cock as I sucked Heath’s cock getting him nice and wet. Scott stood up and kissed Heath as he guided his bare cock to my hole. His cock was long and thin but had a really big flared head and it took some work to get it in. I was on my hands and knees, Heath behind me, and Scott scooted underneath me getting into a 69 position. I bent down and sucked his cock as he licked my balls and said how hot it was to watch me take that black cock. Heath had been a bit hesitant up until then working his cock in me but Scott encouraged him to ram into me which he did taking my breath away. He waiting a second but soon was fucking the whole length of that long black cock into me and pulling almost all the way out only to sink in balls deep again. It was quick and rough, with him forcing my hips back onto his cock over and over. Scott kept saying how hot it was to watch me get fucked like that and soon Heath buried his cock in me and I could feel it spasm as he loaded my hole. He slowly pulled out and then Scott and I were licking him clean. He headed back to work and Scott slid his cock into me and fucked me for few minutes but then said he wanted to rest for a bit and sent me out to look for more fun. I walked around and saw a guy we knew from a bar we went to. Average body but damn at the cock on him. That thing was a good 6 inches hanging soft. He asked where Scott was and I said resting but I wanted some more cock and would he let me play with his. In reply he leaned back on his elbows and spread his legs for me. I fell to my knees and licked and sucked him hard. I told him I had no idea he had such a nice big cock and he sorta laughed and guided my mouth up to his and kissed me. We lay on the bed rubbing against each other and his fingers found their way to my hole and he asked how many loads I had in me. I told him two so far, one poz and one neg. He asked if he could fuck another poz load into me. Hell yeah! He had me on my back in no time with my legs on his shoulders and was sinking that big cock into me. His was the biggest of the night and really stretched me. He was a solid eight inches and it felt so good as he sank into my loaded hole. He alternated between short quick thrusts and long slow ones and I loved it. I was running my hands all over him and encouraging him to give me that poz cock. He was hitting all the right spots inside me and had me moaning and begging for his poz load. He looked me in the eyes as he fucked faster and then he buried himself all the way in me and told me “I own a piece of you forever now” as he pozzed my hole. It was one of the hottest things I had ever experienced. Walking back to the room to find Scott I was thinking I never expected that guy to not only have a cock like that but to know how to use it so well. I could tell Scott was a bit jealous as I told him about it on the drive home. As soon as we got home he had me pushed up against the wall of the garage and ripped my pants down and sank his cock into me again. He always did this to show me that I was still his. It was hot I have to admit but as he pumped another poz load into me I remembered that guy saying how he owned a piece of me forever and shot my load all down the wall.

Years and years ago driving back to college one night I stopped at a rest stop. There were only a few cars and from what I could tell just one semi further down in the lot. The bathroom door squeaked open as I entered first one and then the next. When I walked in I saw urinals lined up on one wall and directly behind them were a few cubicles. No one was in there so I picked the stall closest to the sinks and waited. A few minutes later a guy walks in and takes the urinal directly in front of me. He was 40's, average build and stood there for a bit then looked over his shoulder and slowly turned his body showing off his hard cock. We were both jacking just watching each other and he walked over to me. I unhooked the door and it swung open and he took a step forward at the same time I leaned in and he pushed his cock into my mouth. I grabbed his balls and rolled them around as he fucked my mouth with short, quick thrusts. The sound of the outside door squeaking had us rushing back to our places, him at the urinal and me in the stall, when an older guy probably in his 60's walked in and took the stall next to mine. Nothing happened for a minute but then the guy at the urinal tucked his cock away and stepped over to the sinks right outside my door. He peaked in the crack of both mine and the older guys stall and then wiped his cock back out and gave me nod and I opened my door and started sucking him again. He grabbed the back of my head and piston fucked his cock in and out of mouth and blasted a nice big load into me. As he left I sat back down and closed the door and when I looked up saw the older guy peaking over the wall. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up and knowing he watched me suck that stranger off made it that much hotter. It was not long before another guy walked in but he went into a stall near the door and I couldn’t see him but soon I heard the door open and he was out peaking in the cracks of the doors. He was a guy closer to my age and he was slow stroking his cock as I opened my door and sucked my second cock of the night deep in my mouth. This guy was a moaner and it didn’t take long until he blasted his load on my tongue and left. A few other guys came and went and then there was a stretch were it was just me and the older guy in there. I got up the nerve to step on the toilet seat and peak over the wall and saw him glance up and when he saw me he leaned back showing me he was stroking what looked to be a really nice cock. He whispered, “do you want it?” and I just nodded my head as he stood up and walked to the urinals. I quickly joined him and reached over and jacked his cock. It was cut and thick and before I realized what was happening he pushed down on my shoulders and I was kneeling in the bathroom of a rest stop in the middle of the night with cock 3 fucking my mouth. He kept saying, “good boy” and “take daddy’s dick” and the whole thing was a major turn on. We heard the door squeak and got back into position as another guy walked up to the urinals next to us. After a minute it was clear he wasn’t there to use the facilities and the older guy stepped back and flashed that big cock of his and the new guy looked at me and then bent over and sucked it. He got on his knees between the older guy and me and alternated sucking us both. He stood up and kissed me until the older guy pushed me back down on my knees and it was me sucking both of them. The older guy was fingering the new guys hole as I sucked them. Soon I could feel the older guys balls tighten up and then he was pumping his thick load into my throat. He soon left and the new guy and I went into the handicapped stall together and kissed and stroked each other until he said “do you fuck” and I nodded my head. He dropped his pants all the way down spit on his hand and pushed it into his ass as I got behind him. I pulled his cheeks apart and lined my cock up to his hole and pushed into him. He was tight but he pushed back as I was pushing in and soon I was buried all the way in him. He had his hands on the wall and his legs spread and was fucking himself on my cock as I pumped into him at the same time. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room as I grabbed his hips and planted my load deep into him. His hole was milking my cock and we both were gasping for breath. I pulled out and he spun around and sucked my cock into his mouth as he stroked his own cock. He was looking up at me and I slow fucked my cock in and out of his mouth. I told him I wanted his load and he stood up as I knelt in front of him and I barely had my lips around the head of his cock when he was shooting into me. In the span of about an hour I had fucked my load into a guy and sucked loads out of four strangers. I had lots of fun at that rest stop until it was closed down.

Here's another hot story from the old bugshare site for my bareback blog. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/05/stealth-pozzing-19yo-newbie.html ........................... When I got home I got a big surprise—a phone call from a 19 year old I’d POZZED 3 months ago. I‘d been only the second one to TOP him, and never thought I’d hear from him again. We met last June. I couldn’t wait to caress his youthful, tender Ass. He, in turn, went down on me, and sucked me close to Cumming. I stopped him cause I had better use for my POZ Cum than that. He’d find that out. I led him to the bedroom. He tried to escape my engorged Cock, but I trapped him to the mattress. He began to whimper, so I kissed him and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. I fucked him slowly, with powerful deep thrusts. I hit his Prostate, and he felt it. I couldn't hold back—filled his Virgin Hole with hot POZ Jizm, paused to allow my Toxic Seed to settle, then began to fuck him hard and fast. He bellowed in shear pleasure. After 15 minutes he reached down and felt my Dick. His eyes went wide. "No Rubber? Don’t Cum in me, OK? Shoot on my Chest and Stomach.” I acquiesced. He hadn’t counted on my Special Gift—that I can Cum a half dozen times, depending on the NEG-AND-SEX-APPEAL of the Dude I’m GIFTING. And Joey boy was VERY NEG and VERY SEXY. I fucked him harder. God, the Kid appealed to me—so young and vibrant and voluptuous! I felt It tingle in my Balls, rising toward my Piss Slit! I shot again, inundating his Guts with my POZ Jism. And kept on screwin’ for half an hour longer. “I’M CUMMIN!” That was him; not me. He hadn’t even touched himself. I was fucking the NEG Shit out of him. How I wanted to swallow his last NEG Load. I slowed my pace and licked up what I could, without stopping. "Man are you going to Cum or what?" he asked, almost exasperated. I had a duty to perform, and didn’t want to shirk my obligation. I responded I’d shoot soon. I wanted my first Loads to fester for as long as possible, so I intentionally held off and fucked him for another quarter-hour. "Please Cum! I can't take this any longer!" I spooged all over him. He got so excited at the sight of my raw Seed. He said he was afraid that I would Cum in him. He wanted to play Safe. I only smiled—I may have POZZED another one. ***************************************************************************************************************************** “Hello.” "It’s me, Joey, remember? Three months ago. I’ve tested POZ. You didn’t….?" “Wasn’t me, Joey. I never came in you. Have you played with someone else?” “A couple—but they all wore Condoms.” “Then it must have been a friggin’ accident. A broken Rubber or something. Tell you what. Cum over and we’ll talk about it.” “Are you POZ?” I hesitated. To continue the charade or tell the truth. “Yes, I am.” “I’ll be over in 30 minutes.” Talk we never did—at least not that evening. Talk is cheap, and not what I was in the mood for. He arrived visibly upset, wearing Tank Top and Cutoffs, and, for the record, no underwear. I asked if he wanted anything to drink. “Ginger Ale would be fine.” He’d drunk Ginger Ale the first night, too. Silently we sat on the couch. I massaged his inner thigh, worked up his pant leg, brushed his past his Balls, and stroked his soft Cock with nimble, practiced fingers. Magnificent! My POZ Child’s Shaft was hardening. I unbuttoned his cutoffs. The well-worn zipper glided easily, exposing his infected tumid Shaft. I couldn’t wait to taste his POZ Precum, knowing one so recently knocked up must be rife with the Virus. Yeah, I was responsible; and proud of it! I shoved my unlubed index finger up his Pussy. He jerked reflexively, then relaxed. I led him to the bedroom leaving his Cutoffs on the couch, pulled off his Tank Top, lubed up with Vaseline, and fucked him for an hour. I came 4 times, and with each climax acknowledged how good it felt to have my POZ Jizm flowing up his Pussy. By my 4th ejaculation, I think he knew exactly how he’d been POZZED. I began to masturbate him mercilessly. I worked his fat Cock faster, my hand but a blur upon his Tool. “Shoot your Toxic Jism, Joey. Shoot It down my throat. And promise me, you’ll remember— ’Tis better to give than to receive.’”

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

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.

I grew up in the 1970's....when everything was fun and nothing was too serious. At least that's how it seemed at the time. I was living in a little nowhere town in a nowhere Midwestern state. It was the kind of place you'd drive through and not notice a single detail. But I loved it. My best friend Kenny and I lived only three houses away from each other and out parents were friends. We spent every spare second together - especially in the Summer. We'd walk all over town and tell each other outrageous lies and dirty words we'd heard. One of out favorite places to hang out was in a little park right behind this ancient old house that everyone our age absolutely knew was haunted. It was one of those Victorian three-story beasts surrounded by an iron fence and a completely overgrown yard. It had been empty since I can remember. It had probably once been painted white, but every trace of latex had long since weathered away, exposing old rotting wood. I swear, if you saw the Addams family on the front porch, you would not be shocked. Kenny and I used to get as close to that place as we could dare each other to, but we seldom got farther than the fence. A few years later we found ourselves in junior high with deeper voices, bigger frames and hints of facial hair. We barely got any braver, though. But somewhat. Some nights we'd share one of his dad's cigarettes and walk to that old house. I swear we once saw flashes of light - like camera flashes - through the top windows. We ran all the way home. A week or so later we ventured back after dark and one of us had the daring idea to go inside. !! We easily scaled the fence and found ourselves on the sidewalk leading to the front door. It felt terrifying but exhilarating. The second we set foot on the front porch, the structure made a creak that sent us scrambling away. Who knows what happened, but Kenny and I drifted apart in high school. I was more into art, drama and debate while he gravitated toward the greasy, pot-smoking crowd. Things stayed that way for years until I graduated and went away to college in the mid-80's. During one of my regular phone calls home to ask for money, my mom told me that Kenny had a stroke and died. I didn't know quite what to feel except for a small sadness. We hadn't talked in forever and now I guess we never would. I worked hard at school and came home that Summer with every intention of just sleeping late and eating my mom's pretty excellent cooking for three months. It was relaxing but also pretty boring. One late night I found myself going through my room and looking at old junk in my closet. I found so much stuff that reminded me of Kenny. So many things from my childhood were at last partially connected to my old pal in some way. I found myself staring out the window, wishing he were still nearby so we could go do something. It was almost midnight when I crept downstairs and went to the kitchen. I planned on raiding the fridge for leftovers, but grabbed a few of Dad's beers instead. I then silently went out the back door. It was a nice, warm evening with a symphony of frogs and crickets singing in celebration. I walked down a few streets, brazenly downing my beers in public. Who cared? Everybody was asleep and the only law enforcement this county had was one fat-ass sheriff who was probably manning a speed trap miles away on the highway. I got lost in my thoughts as I waked. I was changing as time as going by. I knew I liked guys more than girls. The more I would try to push those feelings down, the more they would sneak into my dreams. It was not a good time to think like that. A cancer had emerged and killed people who thought the way I was starting to think. I tossed my empty can and started drinking the next one when I realized I'd walked all the way to that same old house. Maybe my old pal Kenny had led me here. I climbed over the fence without even really worrying about it or feeling scared. I sat on the front steps and finished my last beer. After I heaved my empty can into corner of the meadow-like yard, I noticed that the night had grown strangely silent. No crickets. No frogs. Nothing. I just noticed it -- it didn't spook me or anything. I stood up, turned around and approached the front door. Well of course it was locked but I pushed anyway. And it opened as the ancient, rusted lock crumbled in on itself. I swear as I opened the door I swear I heard some scuffling from somewhere inside. Raccoons, probably. There was enough of the streetlight and the full moon coming through the ancient windows that I could kind of make out what I was seeing: A big, bare front room that smelled like old dust and mildew. No big deal. And suddenly a small blue light went on about seven feet in front of me. What the?.... "Hey Trespasser -- got a smoke?", a voice said somewhere behind the blue light. I pivoted on my heels and was heading for the door when the light got brighter. Yep. I was going to die now. "Don't go nowheres, ShitHead! Got a cigarette or not?" "No", was all I could manage in a voice that sounded like I was 10 years old all over again. I dared to turn around again. in this brighter light, I could make out the cigarette-wanter. A hobo obviously. In his underwear, shirtless and barefoot. He was a giant beast of a bum, covered with dark body fur. He was really fat and had a full, unkempt beard. "Yer the trespasser here -- I already been livin' here for three whole days and three whole nights". Well, I guess I was guilty then. But really? What could he do? Call the cops? I mustered the ability to say "Sorry, man. I was just checking things out. I'll just go now. Take care". I turned to leave. Suddenly there was an inhumanly-big arm around my neck. "You done busted my door, Trespasser. You gonna pay to fix it?" He wasn't actually choking me, but I was still finding it hard to breathe. I felt the rancid air in his lungs wash over the top of my head. He sniffed. "You been drinkin', little man?" 'J-just a few beers", I answered. 'Shit. I ain't had me beer in months. I thought I'd done been cured of wanting it while I was in prison out in Colorado. But I still want one almost every goddamned day". He spun me around to face him. I looked up and saw that we wasn't ugly at all. Maybe a little dirty with some serious bad body odor, but this fat giant was not without appeal. Maybe the blue light from his little lantern was making me see things. He was Bluto from the "Popeye" cartoons. "Come here and have a seat", he instructed as he drug me over to a pile of old blankets, ancient coats and a few dirty throw pillows. He plopped me down on my ass and then settled his bulk right next to me. He was still in his underwear and I could make out an arching hard-on pushing the fly to its limits. For a reason only the primal part of my brain knows, I reached over to touch the bulge. I wanted to see it uncovered. I wanted to see it really, really badly. "No no no", he said, "that fucker between my legs is poisonous as a rattlesnake now. You can keep going but it ain't going to end well for you. I ended up catchin' some lethal shit in a prison in California". I wasn't thinking of his words, I yanked down his filthy underwear and gazed in awe at the giant, magnificent piece of uncut meat now bobbing in the blue light. It didn't look diseased in the least. I bent down and took the big cock head in my mouth. THIS. This is what I'd secretly wanted for over a year now. i tasted every flavor and wasn't turned-off by any of them. I could do this for hours. But Bluto had other ideas as he pulled my head off his dick. "Uh oh, You went and done it now. Get ready." Huh? "It'll be easier if you kneel down on all fours -- like this". He flipped me over and I was suddenly posed like the Sphinx staring straight down at a granny-ish throw pillow with a toy poodle stitched on the front. I stayed like that for a few seconds while he adjusted himself right behind me. His big ol' gut was resting on my lower spine. Sex? Gay Man Sex was happening? Now? Really? All doubts were remove as I felt that big penis explored my ass crack. "I can try and pull out in time, but I ain't promisin' nothin". That made no sense to me. I mean, what? Then the tip of his dick poked into my bare hole and it felt like fire. SHIT!!! I was trying to form a protest, but his giant hand reached around and closed over my mouth. I distantly thought of the sheriff and semi-wished he'd come in here with his gun drawn and then help me escape. That didn't happen as this man kept pushing deeper inside of me. And then deeper despite the screams I was issuing through those fat fingers over my lips. A pause. He was all the way in and moaning with pleasure that I sure wasn't feeling. It starting hurting a little less with each thrust. And just when I was able to catch my breath, he stopped. Long pause as he groaned and then yelled "Oh Fucking YEAH!!". It was over? He collapsed on top of me and stayed there while my thoughts went everywhere and nowhere. And I could go nowhere with his mass still on top of me. But then he climbed off and sat against a wall as I put my clothes back on. My ribs ached and my ass was still burning. And leaking. My neck and shoulders were sore as well. I guess the batteries in his lantern were starting to die, because the blue light was dimming and flickering a bit. I wished I had some cash to give him because he needed so much. But I didn't have anything so I headed for the door. "Hold up", he called after me. "Yer probably going to get sick with the flu n a week or two. Take aspirin and drink water and you'll feel better soon." "OK. Gotta go. Take care". i wished my house was closer because it was hard to walk with the pain that ran all through me. I wished Kenny was walking with me with a cigarette we could share. I wished many things on that painful walk, but none of those wishes came true.

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.

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

Hey everyone ! It's been a while since the last update, I hope you'll enjoy this part, which should make up for the shortness of the previous one. Let me know what you think (love knowing this story made you shoot, if you have the evidence, even better) ! ———————————————————— When Brandon freed one of his hands from his grip on my wrists, I seized the opportunity to take him by surprise and wrestle my way out from under him. We switched positions, and I pinned him underneath me. "I see you are ready," Brandon said with a huge grin, and damn did that make my heart jump in my chest. He was an absolutely gorgeous specimen, and under other circumstances, I certainly would have enjoyed having such a beautiful lover. He was still my son, however, and as his father, I had a responsibility to put an end to this, right now. We had done more than we should have. I shouldn't have given in the temptation, that first night. How bad was my luck that the one guy I actually cross the line with turned out to be my own son ? I moved from the bed, leaving Brandon on it, but the latter grabbed my wrist before I could get too far, and tried to pull me back. "Dad, where do you think you're going?" He said, almost threatening. I found the strength to resist his grip, and walked away, grabbing my underwear before getting out of the room. I needed to escape from him, but walking proved to be difficult, with the butt plug he'd put in me. I pulled it out and threw it in Brandon's room, groaning when I felt Brandon's cum dripping down my legs. Fuck, that shouldn't be so hot, but my cock just got harder. Damn fucker really had got me hooked on getting bred. How would I get my fix now? I wondered. I shook my head, mentally chastising myself for thinking about more cheating. I had done enough. I had to put a stop to this madness. I could hear Brandon chasing after me, but didn't let that stop me. I pulled on my boxers before I ran down the stairs. "Dad, come on," Brandon shouted, and before I knew it, he'd caught up to me and hugged me from behind, effectively trapping me with his arms in a tight embrace, and I could feel his cock protruding against my ass. Fuck. I felt his hot breath on my neck, his overwhelming scent intoxicating me. "Where will you even go at this hour, huh? Let's talk like adults." "I'm putting an end to this, Brandon," I said with as much authority as I could muster, and couldn't keep a moan from escaping me when Brandon thrust his bare cock up against my hole, with only the thin layer of my cotton boxers as a barrier, ruining any credibility in my words. It would be so easy to say fuck it, and let Brandon take me again right here in our living room, let him fill me up and shoot his second load in me tonight. Just thinking about it almost made me come, and that was such a hard thing to process. How had my mind been so screwed that it found the idea of fucking around with my son even hotter than if he were some random jock I wasn't related to? It probably was because of all the times I got off with J—fuck, Brandon—pretending he was my son. At the time, it was just a nice innocent fantasy. It was harmless, to fuck a hot young jock who was yearning for a daddy, but fucking him so many times, calling him my son, it really did make me enjoy the thought of it, and I never saw it coming. I had become conditioned to it. Damn it. "Oh, really?" Brandon said, his tone challenging as he thrust again, taking a whimper out of me as he grasped my cock. "Then tell me you want me to stop, 'cause your dick seems to be disagreeing." My hole was itching to be filled again, and it was all I could do to not give in. I had to remain strong, no matter how difficult Brandon made it for me, so I removed Brandon's hand from my cock. "Please stop," I said, and to my surprise, Brandon did let go of me. I finally turned around to face my son, thinking about what to say next. He looked stunned, and still so eager. It shouldn't be this hard to tell your son that he's not supposed to be fucking his own father. "Brandon, what happened between us tonight—hell, what happened the past few weeks—it never should've happened. I never should've cheated on your mother, least of all with you. I'm sorry I let this all happen." "Why should this end? We've got a good thing, Dad," Brandon protested. "It's actually the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you, so much." "And I love you too, you know that," I said even as my heart broke, feeling like I was breaking up with my son. "But you're my son, and we shouldn't be more than that. And what about Julie?" "I'll dump her," Brandon said, shocking me into silence. He took my hand, looking me in the eye as he added, "If that's what it takes. She means nothing next to you." "That's insane," I said. "That's not even my point. I like Julie. I thought you two were doing good. Fuck, can't you see? This thing between us, I never wanted it to happen, Brandon." "Then explain me something," Brandon said as he stepped closer, making it impossible for me to ignore how good he looked, how amazing he smelled. "When you didn't know it was me you were fucking all this time, what were you doing, cheating on mom with a young guy—repeatedly—getting your rocks off pretending you were fucking your own son, huh? I distinctly remember you being pretty into the whole Dad-Son role-play." He had me there, and I didn't know what to say to that. I was guilty of enjoying all those times I fucked him while being called Daddy. Just the taboo aspect of it made it so much hotter. But I wasn't so screwed that I would do my son, knowing it was him. "Well, it was just a fantasy. Like I said, I never wanted to actually have this kind of relationship with you." Until now, I omitted to say. My mind had never made the connection between Brandon and finding sex between father and son hot. "I love you as a father, all right? Despite everything that happened between us, I want you to remember that. And that's why we can't keep...you know, doing what we've done." "So, what, we're just going to pretend none of this ever happened?" Brandon said, crossing his big arms over his chest, his hard cock pointed at me. "I don't think I can do that." "Well, you'll have to, there's no other way," I countered, doing my best to keep my eyes on my son's face. "Get back to your room, all right? I'll go clean up." "Dad, please," Brandon pleaded as he grabbed my hand before I could walk back up the stairs. "If you really want to stop, can you at least let us have this one last time? I'm begging you." Fuck was I tempted. Brandon's face was a mixture of despair and lust, and as I let my eyes sweep over his gorgeous young body, I almost said yes. All I did was shake my head and turn my back on him before I could change my mind. I went back to the master bedroom, locking the door behind me and hurrying to change the sheets back and open the window to dissipate the sex smell in the air. Brandon left me alone while I covered our tracks, which was a relief. I had used up any resolve I had in me, ending things with Brandon, and I felt utterly heartbroken. I washed away all the evidence of our fucking in the shower, but couldn't resist jacking myself off to the memory of that hot and huge cock while fingering my hole with the remaining sperm that was there. I knew I was no saint, now less than ever, but at least I had declined Brandon's offer to pursue things further. I came hard, whispering my son's name as I came with my fingers up my ass, his cum still in my guts. I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting for the last time the sweet taste of my son's cum, wishing I had never gotten a taste of it in the first place and gotten hooked on it. ————————————————————————— The next morning, I rolled through the motions, barely acknowledging Kate on my way out to work as she came home. I barely got any sleep at all, tortured with vivid images of Brandon's perfect body glistening with sweat, fitting against mine like no one else ever had. Needless to say, I woke up with a raging hard-on, and had to beat off in the shower in shame again. Brandon was still asleep in his room when I went to check on him, his beautiful bare torso in display for me. I was thankful I had work the whole week to get me out of the house, away from Brandon. I'd taken the day off yesterday just to welcome Brandon home—and what a welcome it was. Trying to focus at work turned out to be easier than I'd anticipated, and I plunged myself into it, willing to find any distraction I could to take my mind off of my son. I'd even turned my phone off during the day. If I lingered a little longer than usual, I didn't think too long on it, even when I knew I was dreading coming home. By the time I left work, my wife had already left for her shift, leaving the house only to Brandon and I. I found my son lounging on the couch, almost naked if not for the tiny pair of briefs he was wearing. Fuck, but he was so gorgeous, lying here so close for the taking. My cock stirred to life in my tight pair of khakis, and I had to bring my briefcase up to hide it. "Hey, Dad," Brandon greeted me with a tentative smile that I returned, casting my gaze away from his magazine cover body. "Hey, son," I greeted back before making a retreat to my bedroom. The fucker was teasing me. He never used to walk around the house wearing so little before. I hid in the ensuite bathroom, splashing my face with cold water as I undid my tie. I changed into more comfortable clothes, debating what to do with my son. When I stepped back in my bedroom, I found Brandon sprawled on my bed. "Long day?" Brandon asked, giving me a sultry look. "You never answered my texts." "I turned my phone off," I answered, fishing it out of my pocket to turn it on, in case something serious had happened. I was surprised to see a dozen texts from Brandon, and even shocked when I found they were all pictures of him naked in incriminating positions. He even had a video of himself showing his cummy hole, which kept playing over and over on my phone, hypnotizing me. He must have taken that video last night, with my fresh load in his ass still. Fuck. I proceeded to delete them all before throwing my phone on the bed, looking back to a smug Brandon. "Liked what you just saw?" he inquired with his sultry voice as he stood up and marched towards me with grace. I stood my ground and tried to steel my features. He wanted to rattle me, and all I had to do was to get through it, to show him nothing was going to happen. I didn't know what to expect after our conversation last night when I went to bed, whether Brandon would give up or keep pursuing me—guess he went with the latter. I had hoped my attraction to Brandon would peter out after the cold realization I was forced to face yesterday, but so far, nothing. "No," I replied, trying to sound indifferent. He was right up in my face now, smelling clean and oh so amazing. It was impossible to stop my cock from getting hard, and there was no way he wouldn't be able to see how hot he was making me with only a pair of sweatpants covering my crotch. He made a show of gazing at my cock, then back up to me, with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk. "Why do you have to make things so difficult, Brandon?" I hissed, frustrated at myself, at my libido. I fisted my hands hard, hoping the pain would stop my erection. "Because I'm not giving up on you so easily," Brandon countered, his flirty tone changing drastically to a serious one, his face hardening. "I've wanted you for so long, thinking I was insane and hopeless. It took me a while to come to terms with what I want, and after all the wonderful times we've had together, you're mistaken if you think I'm letting you go without a fight." I had not expected that, and was caught by surprise when Brandon cupped my face and brought me in for a kiss. I responded on instinct, kissing him back for a second before I pulled away, before he could pull his muscled body against mine. "No, Brandon, I told you this is not happening," I said firmly, only to be manhandled by my son and pushed on the bed. He locked the door to the bedroom, putting himself between myself and the only exit. He proceeded to move his body then, in a way I didn't know he was capable of, undulating with more grace than any stripper I'd ever seen. Oh God, I was getting a lap dance from my son, I realized, when he got close to me, showing me his eight pack, his hard pecs, turning around to shove his meaty ass up my face. I was hard as a rock, watching Brandon in all his naked glory, with his tiny briefs hiding next to nothing, only accentuating how big his glutes were, and how hard and big his cock was. He rubbed his ass against my cock, and I grunted in pleasure, desperate to shove my cock back inside his sweet young hole, where it belonged. The treacherous thought froze me on the spot, and prompted me to stop my son's movements. Fuck. Fuck. I threw Brandon on the bed, and jumped for the door, unlocking it to make my escape. I ran as fast as I could, grabbing my car keys and wallet on my way out. I drove away, not knowing where to go as I willed my stiff cock to go down. It was so unfair I almost wanted to cry. I headed back to the office to cool down, away from Brandon. Everyone had gone home when I got there, so I was peacefully alone with my sinful thoughts. I needed to figure out how to deal with Brandon, what to say to him to make him see reason. I rested my head on my desk, lost in my thoughts, trying to come up with a solution but finding none. I felt so alone, with no one I could talk to about this particular issue. I couldn't bring this up to anyone, and that just made things worse. I felt so consumed with guilt and lust at the same time. "Dad." I whipped my head up, finding Brandon standing in the doorway of my office, wearing more clothes than the last time I'd seen him, with old jeans and a tee shirt so tight that it could very well have been painted over his pecs and abs. "Come home, please," Brandon said, his blue eyes pleading. "You can't escape forever, you know? I'm sorry for coming on so strong. It's just so hard, having you so close, but not being able to have you. I'll give you some space, ok? Just come home." He sounded so sad, so genuine that I had to listen. This was Brandon, just yearning for my affections—the wrong kind, of course, but affections still. I got up from my chair and walked around my desk, pulling my son into a hug. I felt him relax in my embrace, burying his nose in my neck. He was trembling, and I really felt for him. I stroked his back, and he tried to pull me closer in return, but I made sure to keep our crotches apart. We stayed like that for a few minutes, just hugging each other. "I love you, son," I said, meaning every word. "I love you, Daddy," he whispered, that last word going straight to my cock, unfortunately. I pulled away, offering my son a soft smile, and then proceeded to get my things and switch everything off in my office. He kept his word and didn't try anything as we went home in separate cars. I was glad to know he was going to back off, and hoped we could repair our relationship now. I was hoping, above all else, that with time, his current infatuation with me would fade away—as well as mine. Brandon deserved great things in life, and I wanted him to have it all. A sexual relationship with me never factored in the plans I had for Brandon's future. He was headed toward a great life with Julie, as a future lawyer. I kept that in mind as my mantra to strengthen my will, in case Brandon tried to make me stray again. It was for his own good, I told myself. When we got home, Brandon kept his clothes on—thank fuck—and offered to cook dinner for us both, refusing my help. I took that opportunity to wrap some things up for work I'd left unfinished today. The evening went by a blur, with wine and good food at the table, I let myself go and kept on drinking, needing to unwind. I didn't think, and drank whenever Brandon gave me a refill, probably drinking more than I should have. I felt buzzed, and free, and could finally break the tension with my son. We laughed over old times, as though nothing had happened between us, and for a moment, I could almost forget our affair. "Thank you for dinner, son," I said as I prepared to clear the table, but had to steady myself when I stood up on wobbly legs. "You're welcome, Dad, but you don't have to do a thing, let me," he said as he helped me to the couch. I was dizzy, and lied on the cushions face down, hearing dishes being put away in the distance. Sleep was taking over me when Brandon shook my shoulder lightly. "Let's get you to bed, Dad," I heard him say, and next thing I knew, I was lying in my bed on my back. I threw my arm over my eyes, feeling a headache approaching, and longed for a good night of sleep. "I'm so hot," I mumbled, feeling uncomfortable in my shirt and my sweatpants. I felt hands on me, and breathed a sigh of relief when my shirt was removed and the cool evening air brushed my skin. I was aware enough to feel my sweatpants taken off, leaving me in my boxers only. I scooted higher on the bed until my head hit my pillow, and soon enough, I succumbed to sleep. Once again, Brandon invaded my dreams, naked on the bed with me, crawling over my body on all fours with a seductive grin. Looking up at me with his beautiful baby blues while his plump lips wrapped around my cock. His rock hard abs flexing in front of me as he rode my cock like an expert, moaning Fuck me, Daddy, loud enough to be heard in the entire neighbourhood. The images were so vivid it almost felt real, even my cock felt warm, as though it really was inside Brandon's sweet hole. That thought startled me into awareness, and when I opened my eyes, mind still foggy, I found the object of my desire actually going to town on my cock. The sight alone almost made me shoot my load. I couldn't even move, watching my own son impaling himself on my cock in front of me, an identical replica of my dreams just right now, with a sheen of sweat on his taut belly. "Oh yeah, fuck," Brandon whispered, eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on his face that had me mesmerised. He never looked as beautiful as he did in that instant, and I hated myself for thinking that. He looked so far gone he hadn't even noticed I was awake now. The second thing I realized as I looked down at my cock, was that he was riding it bareback, just like I'd wanted for so long, all those times before when he'd make me wrap it up. "Brandon," I said, catching the look on Brandon's face, like a deer caught in headlights. He recovered quickly though, and grinned at me as he kept on fucking himself. "Hey, Daddy, glad you decided to join me," he said, and actually quickened his pace, bringing me closer to the edge. "Brandon, stop," I begged, my mind still feeling dizzy enough to tell me that I hadn't been dozing long enough to sleep the alcohol off. "You told me you'd give me some space..." I mumbled, moaning despite myself. "And here you are...fuck.... molesting me in my sleep!" "I couldn't resist, Daddy," he said between thrusts, and put his hands on my chest, caressing my pecs, playing with my nipples. "You looked just too damn irresistible, laid out here, almost naked, ripe for the taking, and your cock was so fucking hard already. I didn't know booze made you so horny, but I'm glad I found that out." "Brandon, please," I begged again, for what exactly, I didn't know, but his raw hole felt so fucking good, all warm and wet, so tight around my cock. "Come on, Daddy, fuck me, please fuck me," Brandon said, pinning my wrists down above my head as he leaned down to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he kept muttering between kisses. I was so overwhelmed, from the incredible warmth around my cock, to the feel of Brandon's soft skin over my hips, his beautiful lips on mine, his intoxicating smell, I couldn't think clearly anymore. I was drunk in the first place, but now I was also drunk on lust, and in a sensory overload. "I want your Dad sperm in me, please, Daddy, fill me up," Brandon said, slipping his tongue in my mouth again and making me engage in a long kiss as my hips started moving, thrusting up so my cock met his ass in a perfect tandem. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good," I let out, unable to filter my thoughts any longer. "Made such a beautiful boy." "All yours, Daddy," Brandon said, kissing me harder. "I love your bare cock in me, stretching my hole, filling it with your load." "Fuck." Brandon had such a dirty mouth, I'd almost forgotten just how nasty and vocal he could be. I'd almost forgotten just how much I loved his dirty mouth, how much it turned me on. "I want your babies, Daddy," Brandon added, fucking himself harder on my cock. "Want you to knock me up, keep my guts coated with your loads all the time until it takes." I couldn't take it anymore, with everything Brandon was saying, doing to me, I shot my load hard, my cum bursting inside my gorgeous and young son's ass. He stopped moving the moment I started shooting, taking my cock all the way in, as deep as it could reach. "Yeah, sperm me, Daddy, sperm me," he said with a huge smile on his face as he came himself, hands free, the look so beautiful it only added to my climax. His cock twitched back and forth as it shot its thick, creamy son cum all over his abs and mine. It was without a doubt the hottest thing I'd ever experienced in my life, my mind absolutely blown away. I watched as Brandon scooped up his load off his belly and mine, coating his own cock with it, and letting some drip over my waiting tongue. "How's it taste, Daddy?" "Fucking sweet," I growled, completely lost in lust, my tongue licking some of the cum that had dripped on my lips. I watched my son grab something from the bed, the same black butt plug he'd used on me yesterday, and slip it in his hole easily as he came off my cock. He threw my legs up in the air then, resting my shins on his shoulders as he aligned his cock toward my hole. I could feel his cum-coated erection teasing my entrance, and threw my head back with a moan. "Fuck, you're so hot, Daddy," he said, leaning over to kiss me. I kissed him willingly, licking at his tongue desperately, letting his lips meet mine in a fiery dance as the head of his cock slowly penetrated me, pushing some of his load in. I groaned, the sounds coming from my throat swallowed by Brandon while he picked a pace fucking my hole with his sperm as the only lube. My hole was still a bit loose from the night before, and it only hurt a bit as his big son cock started fucking me eagerly. "Fuck me, son, fuck," I said, grabbing Brandon's firm ass, kneading his cheeks and urging him to fuck me harder. "Love you, love you, love you, love you," Brandon muttered in perfect timing with his frantic thrusts, and soon enough shot another load, this time inside me, the familiar feeling making me climax again. There really was nothing quite like getting a fresh, warm load of young cum bursting inside you, coating your guts so deep you could feel it. I felt like an addict getting his fix, and kept his hips in place until I could milk every last drop of his son sperm inside me. I was in heaven, and nothing else could bring me down in that single perfect instant with my son.

Does it make you want to take poz cum negparis?

My hole transformed from a small pucker shaped hole to a puffy, swollen, slit shaped cunt! Oink!

Wedding rings can go on and come off depending on the situation.

So have been really horny the last two days. First night I was craving facials, so I posted and ad on craigslist and had 4 guys. So I put on my blindfold and they came over and I'd suck them till they shot on my face. Last night I had a guy come over I was blindfolded again sucking him off On my couch. He had such a great cock and was so verbal and degrading to me i Ended up begging him to breed me. He let me ride the load out of him, then zipped back up and left. Now i was so horny after this I hopped on Grindr and changed my name to "taking the next load" with in five minutes a guy just a few streets over hit me up. Wasn't very attractive but I just needed another load in me. So I threw on a pair of shorts and went over. I walked into his house stripped down and instantly went to work on his cock. He was dripping pre-cum like crazy. Having a load in me already must have turned him on because he came almost instantly once I let him fuck me, but damn did he have a huge load, ended up gushing out of me when he pulled out. I licked his cock clean, licked up what fell on the floor pulled my shorts on and left.

couple days later i was back for more , he asked me where i wanted it, i said cum in me, fucking amazing

2 weeks ago, while in Jacksonville visiting family, I find myself incredibly horned up and get on BBRT to see if there is anything happening nearby as I can't be gone too long. This hot Latino guy 29 with a nice 7 inch, thick uncut cock hits me up with the "Lookin?"... I respond with the when and where....he says now, have to before my BF gets home from work...I say on my way... I drive the 15 minute trek to their apartment..wow, he was hotter than I had hoped had nerdy glasses on but a hot body, a little shorter than me but nice...he has nothing on but gym shorts and glasses...as I walk in the door I can see the outline of that cock...he closes the door and I drop to my knees to get a taste of that cock...I tongue sweetly under the foreskin and suck a big gob of pre cumfrom the head...I was immediately hard as hell. I stand up and he leads me to the bedroom...my clothes are now off and legs back with ankles by my ears on the bed, he is eating my hole so fucking good...I am inhaling poppers and quickly getting into that fuck me haze.....he comes up and begins biting my nipples driving me over the edge as he grinds his cock at my hole, feeling the precum combined with spit lube up my hole....I feel him pushing in slightly as that thick head pierces my ass, he pushes the poppers up and says take a big hit ...I do as told but not before I say "condoms are in my pocket", "we'll get to that" he says "now, hit them hard".... so I inhale deeply , once, then the other nostril and then again thru my mouth.....my head kicks back as he bites my nipple hard he pushes deep inside me ...holding it there as I am in fuck euphoria....he pumps slowly....and I again half heartedly ask for a condom as he feels so good inside me....he hands me the poppers again, not missing a pump....as I hit them again...he pulls completely out of my gaping hole...pauses for a second and as my eyes roll back from the poppers he plunges balls deep..."Hit them again and roll over on your belly" he says.... I roll over and hit the poppers again and again he is really working my hole, fucking me deep and gyrating around, really stretching my hole. He begins hitting my spot just right and I feel my own load working without any touching.....he demands I hit the poppers again, I do as I am told....I black out for a second but awake to his guttural moans and a sweet feeling in my hole and my own cum spewing from my cock underneath me...my load was huge but not as big as the one he gave me...deep inside. we never got a around to the condoms I bought on the way....he tells me as I am leaving..."Don't worry, I am neg....I saw your wedding ring and knew u would be safe...I am too" he says "both me and BF are on PrEP"... he gave me his phone number and said, hit me up ANYTIME you are in town visiting. i definitely will....

Chapter Five Confused, I stood there on the street. Lost in a different time. I replayed each of the three events in my head, wondering what the hell got into me. The honk of a car horn brought me back to reality. Not six feet from me was a cab. It wasn't until I got in when I realized it was the driver who had delivered me to this place. Before words could be spoken, he held up his right wrist. Across the wrist was the raised symbol - the whole symbol. “I have so many questions..” I blurted out “For which I can not answer, this is your path, mine was different” he replied. Disappointed, I flopped back in the seat. I was tired, but I wanted more. “Show me your hole” the drive said Without question, I turned, dropped my shorts to my ankles, knelt in the seat and spread my crack. Cum was still leaking and I was sure that my hole was a little puffy. I rubbed my finger on my hole, giving my cabbie a little show. I could see a bit of his reflection in the rear view mirror. His tongue was circling his lips and I knew I was turning him on. I pushed my hardening cock back between my legs, giving him more to see. “Fuck me” I demanded. “No” he said, “Until you complete your baptism into the order, no member of the order may fuck you with out permission from a Priest” Disappointed, I slowly fingered my wet, sloppy hole. I wanted more dick. I was lost in the memory of what happened as the darkness outside the rear window was interrupted by the street lights. Buildings appeared and quickly disappeared from view. More and more, the glimpses of buildings become more recognizable as we moved through the city, until we were outside mine. As we stopped in front, I pulled my shorts up and turned to face the driver. “My card, you still have it?” the driver asked, to which I nodded yes. “Embrace the viruses you have been given, allow them to take over. At the moment you convert, call the number on the card, no matter the time and I will come. Time is critical in order to insure that your body is making the virus it’s own” I nodded again while exiting the cab. The following week went by and nothing. My mind wondered if the inoculation even took. It wasn't until the following Wednesday I started to feel like I had been run over by a dump truck. At midday my boss send me home, commenting I looked like shit. Once home I stripped naked and crawled between the sheets, waiting for sleep to find me. I was so hot, that sweat ran from me like a leaking hose and my body ached so bad that I laid frozen to the bed, not wanting to move due to the hurt. Sleep found me soon enough as well as the nightmare. I slowly opened my eyes to a semi-lite room, instead of my bed, I was laying face down on something smooth and cold. My fingers slid along the top, finding the corner and slowly going over the side, which was rough like stone. It then occurred to me I was on a stone alter. Everything below my waist hung over the edge, without touching the floor below. I was naked, my hard, aching, throbbing cock was wedged under me. It looked as if I was alone, yet I sensed that I was not. Stepping out of the dark was two fingers in black robes, covering their heads were hoods. Each one held a scythe, yet their hands were covered with fabric from the sleeves of the robes. Panic set in as my mind determined that these two were Grim Reapers. Fuck - was I dead. Was this the place that I was delivered to, was this my Hell? Quickly the two separated, one walked around me to my ass end and one stepped in front of my face. I watched as the one in front of me dropped his scythe, but no sound was made, if it hit a floor and I could only imagine the one behind me had done the same. The Reaper’s hands appear from inside the sleeve, which was nothing but bone. Gripping the middle of the black robe, the bony hands open it, revealing the skeleton body of the Reaper. Right in front of my face was a long bone and two round ball like bones to each side of this long bone. They were attached to nothing, yet hung like a cock and balls. I watched as the long bone slowly started to rise, thicken and twitch, until it was pointing straight at me. The Reaper slowly moved closer to my head as I felt bony fingers grip my ass checks and pull them apart. Coldness invaded my crack. My breath was visible more and more as the Reaper advanced toward me. Without warning, my hole was stabbed over and over by the Reaper’s bony cock. Pain shot through me as the bony cock ripped open my hole, driving deep. There was no warmth, just coldness. The warm inside me was turning to a painful coldness, as the Reaper began to move the bone in and out of my hole. The Reaper in front of me inserted his cold fingers into my mouth, forcing it open, then drove his bony cock deep with in, freezing my tongue as well as the back of my throat. I felt my lips go numb from the cold, as it face fucked me. The hard bony balls froze my chin as they collided with it as the drove deep into my mouth. The stone alter that I was on fell away, leaving me hanging in the air between the two Reapers, who were thrusting in and out of my holes. I could feel air rushing past my chest and stomach, as if we were falling. My body shivered from all the cold, causing my nipples to harden. I wanted to brace myself, but the coldness had me pull away, leaving my arms to hand just like my legs. I couldn’t see anything under me, no ground, nothing, just blackness. The Reapers continue to freeze fuck my holes, spreading the numbness through out my body. Over and over they drove their bony cocks into my holes. I imagined my hole and lips turning blue, as they death fucked me. I could hear my heart beating slowly in my chest and it was getting slower and slower. Panic set in, accompanied by fear. Darkness was closing in around me and the Reapers, until I could no longer see them, only feeling their bony cocks pump in and out. I tried screaming with the cock in my throat…… I sat up in bed screaming, breathing hard, and covered in sweat. My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to calm myself. The clock across the room read 12:35. A chill traveled through my body, hot from fever and cold from the wet sheets. Grabbing my phone and business card, I called the driver. After three rings, he picked up. “Is it time?” he asked “Yes” I replied “Prepare! I will be in front of your building at 3:30 - be waiting” then the line went dead. Knowing what I had to do, I set about my task. At 3:20 I stood out front of my building propped up against the railing, watching. Exactly 3:30 he arrived. I was so tired and weak, I couldn’t move. Without words, the driver was out, helping me into the car, then was back in the driver seat. We speed off as I fell over in the seat, not caring where we were headed.

I'd like to be the bottom in that situation

Hello all my name is Vivian Blake and I am a 40 year old transsexual currently living just north of Boston in a town called Chelsea. I definitely know that I am a transsexual according to the psychological definition but I will freely admit that most common people would probably define me as a cross dresser. My average daily outfits are definitely a mix of both genders clothing and even though I have been in about thirty different shoe stores I have yet to find a pair of women's shoes in my size which would be a 12 that at all work as a winter shoe. All the women's shoes I have are summer shoes. Anyways I am a total bottom bitch here love getting fucked when dressed like a woman. I finally got my approval to start hormones about four months ago and so far the biggest change was that they completely and totally broke dick. I can't get hard anymore at all. About a month ago I tried taking a Cialis and a viagra at the same time and still nothing happened. I miss my dick already too I was a tad bit over 7.5 decent thickness around the shaft and a real fat mushroom head. All the times I got to fuck a girl or a guy with it and of course all the times I managed to hookup with people and have them give me just head. Now that was the best of times me and my dick had. However even if I never get full use of my dick back I am hoping that in five years when I finish taking the hormones it was all worth it. Hopefully the hormones will leave me appearing much more feminine than I could have ever imagined and giving up my dick will have been worth it. Now back to why I joined this forum today. I have had a fantasy of being the center of a forced feminization totally raw ten on me gangbang going back at least ten years now and there were certainly other occasions where I came very close to not using protection and there was also a time period of a few months ending around seven months ago where I had been so drunk during the last two or last grinder or Craigslist hookup of the night that I was only just hoping I used them but I probably did. That extended period of drunken decision making was the reason I got myself on prep. Now I have been taking prep faithfully every day now and every day that I shove one of those horse pills in my mouth I have the same thoughts every day. I start thinking about how much I love to bottom and then I immediately start wondering just how good it could possibly be to be getting a good fucking and then as you hear the top climax you feel what? A warmish hotness begin to fill your insides? Later on maybe a couple hours after you get cummed in do you feel it leak out at all? It just leads me to so many questions and I am convinced that it must really feel much better than fucking with a condom does. If it felt exactly the same then people would just always use condoms. So now about the end of last August I quit drinking so my late late night grinder and Craigslist hookups slowed down right away. Then as winter set in my work schedule began adding more and more hours every week until now I am at the point where putting in eighty hours for me feels like I am slacking now when you combine no more drinking with long work hours and then maybe you factor in that so many of the dudes that hit up gurls like me on Craigslist are really just hoping to chat a bit flirt exchange pictures and generally be nothing to the gurl but be a complete and total time vampire. I am telling you that a solid 70%of the guys that have chatted me up from Craigslist would not come fuck me even if I actually paid them. They would never let their small gurl fetish to ever go so far that they might really rub up against a penis. So when you combine all those together you get no sex in my pussy for almost five months. Seriously I went from up to four grinder hookups a night to an almost five months dead spell. Imagine how high the sexual frustration inside me has grown as I went longer and longer with no sex. The last two months in particular have been brutal I started fucking around and smoking tina A bit and I don't know how many of you out there have any experience with Tina but Tina seems like someone invented a drug that is fun to smoke and was specifically designed to make being a bottom bitch five times better than it was to begin with. When I smoke tina I feel immediately happy bordering on elated it also makes you feel confident maybe a bit too over confident it makes me at least 60% more gregarious than normal and I am easily a bare minimum of 70% more horny than normal when I am high on tina it's like I can hear my pussy hole asking me to feed it some cock that is the strength of the sexual urges it produces in me. There is also a feeling of being more uninhibited than normal. Let's not leave out the mental focus and ability to concentrate it gives you and last but not least you can stay awake literally for days while smoking it. This past week during the week I was wide awake and alert for between four and five days I totally lost track exactly how long it was but I can say for sure that I wanted to be getting my pussy fucked the entire time I was up on tina. Just to sum up here I was just trying to explain how all these things that were making me horny were driving me further towards trying bb sex. Now I am on prep so there is almost no chance I would ever get hiv from unprotected sex. However it does nothing at all to save you from things like herpes or warts and now that is really what scares me. Who would want to fuck a gurl with herpes and warts on her pussy? I wonder if it's possible to find me some tops that are on prep? Wouldn't they be safer? Is there any hope I could find some tops from this site willing to go to the clinic with me and get tested for everything together before I give up raw pussy? I am trying to come up with a way I can get fucked raw and be sure I'm safe. Anyway I will check back here to see what if anything you guys have to say. Now I'll try to figure out how to post my pictures here and if you like me pm me or something.

Another hot fucking chapter, looks like Trevor is a total pig for Daddy's cock ... MMM

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

Yes, please do! I'm sure we could find some tops to breed you while I filmed.... ?

This so great. Last time I was at Cumunion I did the same thing to a rental car seat. #cumdump

Tell me where i w throw my ass up next to u

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

I have always been more about my ass for as long as I can remember, so sucking dick just isn't my strong suit. I've literally had one guy in my entire life who I loved sucking, and it had to do with the shape and size of his dick. He was large but shaped just the right way that it worked easily into my throat. Normally a few minutes of sucking a guy to get him hard and wet is about all my attention span can handle. Go too long into the sucking and I literally start making grocery shopping lists in my head out of boredom. Or I'm thinking, 'For fuck sake why doesn't this guy shove it in my ass?!'.

I want to find a place to hang as well.

I never ask a bottom if he's ready for my load. If I say something, I just announce i'm going to breed him. I couldn't care less if he's ready or not. Well obvisouly they always are ready if my dick is in their hole. Other than that i enjoy them begging for my babies or DNA in their guts.

Damn dude! I never get tired of your stories and experiences! Especially get turned on by your eagerness for poz loads! Hope you have lots more to share! Thanks!

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 4) Before dressing up I used some toilet paper to wipe my dripping cunt. “Damn…. how did this happen?” I whispered to myself. This was crazy – my head leaned against the wall and I couldn’t help but to finger myself. Somehow I felt like a slut. Taking two dicks up my ass from guys I never met before. But then I thought about Josh - beautiful… handsome looking Josh. I smiled away dreamingly. This night, when our eyes met for the first time, there was magic in the air. I didn’t want to lose the chance in building up a solid relationship to this stunning guy. Everyone was drooling, just looking at him. But tonight he chose me and I wouldn’t let him down. I had done all the things he asked me to and even more. Still I felt somehow cheap and common and I was scared his friends would tell him I enjoyed their cocks. When I left the stall I almost crashed into another guy who wanted to use the toilet. He smiled at me and asked if I would want to taste his dick, but I sort of got back to my senses and shook my head. First I recognized his respectable bulge, but then I saw a friendship ring on his finger. I had the best boyfriend ever, I didn’t need this trash. He was probably cheating his boyfriend. Disgusting….. So I went back to our table, but when I reached it - Josh was sitting there with his friends and another blonde twink, who actually rubbed my boyfriends bulge out the in the open. I was shocked. Josh saw me from afar and waved at me. I moved closer but couldn’t say a word. All I could do was looking at the twink’s hand giving my boyfriend a cock massage through his jeans fabric. Josh told me to sit down next to him. I followed his instruction and got a perfect view of the things happening. My face was frozen. I felt Josh putting his arm around my shoulders, but that didn’t stop the blonde bitch to touch my boyfriend’s dick. The other guys smirked all over their faces. “Listen Buddy - I will be with you in a few minutes. Drink something to warm you up. Next stop is banging your hole …..” he gave me a horny wink with his eyes and then he got up and took this guy by the hand, leading him to the back room areas. Shortly before disappearing, I observed Josh even squeezing the twink’s butt before passing a door. “Where… who… where is he going. Who was this guy, touching Josh? “I asked almost sobbing. “Don’t worry about this bitch. It is just… an ex boyfriend” somebody lied to me. “An ex… and Josh let him touch him this way?” I asked sadly. “You know how it is. If someone is holding on and the other one lets go” Josh’s friends explained. It wasn’t an ex boyfriend though. It was simply another twink whoring around, but I didn’t know that. “He doesn’t give shit about this guy. He wants to be with you” they tried to convince me, but I was almost traumatized. “Josh is a nice guy. I know him. He will look for a quiet and dark corner and there he will hammer this guy, to make him understand, that he is nothing but a cunt to him. He loves you and just wanted to avoid a scene….” they tried comforting me. “Believe me - he will be back with you soon. He knows you are precious and he won’t miss the chance to get you ‘real’ good” they laughed. I felt a bit better now. For a moment I had seen all my dreams shatter, but I had faith in Josh and I believed his best friends. They knew Josh so well…. “So…..?” Someone asked me. “So what?” I looked around at the assembled group. “Don’t you move under the table again?” another guy asked in disbelieve. “I am thirsty…..” I objected. “Nothing you can’t get under the table…..” was the command I received. And so I slid under the table almost naturally and sat there asking the guys to order me a coke. “No coke available…. but you can get recycled beer” someone suggested. ‘Recycled beer...?’ I asked myself, when all of the sudden all the guys opened their pants and I looked around to see five dicks pointing at me….. “Oh nooooo……” I begged them. “You got ten seconds time to chose a dick. If you don’t chose one, we will piss on you.” they threatened me. “You can’t do this to me” I almost shouted and tried to emerge from under the table, but was kicked back. “Ten seconds and counting…” they snarled. I grabbed one dick and took it into my mouth….. waiting for my thirst to be quenched.

my hole had been used a lot by men and my town toys, usually it looks fairly normal but it gets loose right after cleaning and stays a little gapey for about an hour after getting used. here's my hole after last nights toying session

The party is only getting going. So much more for Abel to learn about.

My hole is noticeable to anyone. You can tell I get fucked a lot by looking at it. Some guys love that. When I take my pants off, their eyes get big. It is begging for cock. No question, I can take big dick. When I go to the gym, I get a little self concious. It does help me pick up tricks though. I don't get fisted a lot. I think it just happened from years of slutting out my ass to so many guys. Some guys have insulted me and told me I have a whore's ass. Especially if I am getting tag teamed or gang banged, guys will comment and talk about it. For some reason, as soon as I am naked and they see it, they will want to get their hands in it. I can squeeze it tight and milk a cock. I just can't hide the sight of the gaping hole. I think I have the pussy of the town whore. A slut you know at first sight.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Indianapolis—November, 2013 We were on our way back to the bathhouse the moment Juan and I were done with the mini-gangbang. Juan wanted to get there with those three loads in his ass… We walk the halls. It’s a totally different feel from the night before. There was electricity in the air on Halloween. Tonight it’s just another night at the tubs. We push the curtains aside and walk into the communal dark area. There are no crowds tonight. It feels empty. Just to get things going, I bend Juan over. He holds on to one of the benches and I hunker down behind him and tongue fuck his ass. It’s still very full from the loads he took at the motel. He pushes out a small dollop of jizz into my mouth. “Fucker…” I stand up and push my rampant cock into his ass Juan moans, partly from the cock attack, partly to attract guys into the dark room. I can make out two who must have been there when we entered. They are sitting on opposite sides of the room from each other, but at least they do start playing with themselves as we fuck. I make sure that I slap Juan’s hairy ass, which echoes in the empty space. It works. Three or four guys filter in. Almost instantly, Juan has lifted a towel and has a cock in his mouth. Soon he pulls off me, turns around and inserts the new dick. Exactly why we are here. I find a willing mouth. I know that he knows it was just up Juan’s ass. It seems to excite him. I let him suck me. He takes me to the root with ease. Repeatedly. But he can’t get enough of my dripping piss slit. He keeps pulling back off the shaft so he can squeeze the head with his left hand. He gets a dollop of precum on his hardworking tongue which he swallow with relish. After about the fifth time he does this, I pull him up and ram my tongue into his mouth. We kiss. Long. Deep. With lots of shared spit. Eventually, I pull back and look at him. He’s maybe 30, maybe 35. He’s 5’8”, slim and with just wisps of dark hair on his chest. It’s his face that gives me pause—he’s not just good looking—he’s stunning. Or at least to me. And seemingly to the rest of the room. Everyone wants to touch him as we play. My partner grasps my wrist and leads me from the room. He has one of the double bed rooms that are right outside the dark area. But the surprise is that there is a man standing right inside the door. “Well, hello,” he says. He’s in his late 60’s, decently put together and is standing there naked with a thick six incher pointing right at me. “You must have a big one if he brought you back here.” I smile. The boy scrambles up on the bed, on all fours. “Fuck me like you did that guy.” The older man starts to leave, then stops. “You don’t mind if I grab a friend to join us.” He is gone before I can answer, but it wasn’t really phrased as a question anyway. He leaves the door wide open. I bend over to taste the hot one’s ass. The bed is high—if I kneel, I’ll be too low. He moans. I eat him out. I think he’s been fucked tonight, but he has not been loaded. I get him down, so he’s standing on the floor, so I can get my cock in him. The moment I get my cock into his hole, guys push into the room. Hands are everywhere. Many are on my ass, on my balls, my nips and his cock. “Out. All of you.” It’s the Daddy. He’s back with a man slightly younger than I. The onlookers troop out of the room and the Daddy shuts the door. The new man drops his towel. His cock is about my size, with a slight upwards curve. “Fuck the boy.” I think he means me, as I’m still up him. But I’m wrong. It’s the new guy he wants to see up the boy. The Daddy pulls me over to him. He chews my nips and sucks my cock. I watch the new guy fuck the pretty one. “Change up.” It’s Daddy calling the shots. I go back up the gorgeous one. The Daddy and the newcomer decide to converse too loudly as I fuck. “That’s enough. Fuck me,” Daddy instructs me. I pull out and slip into the Daddy, who has bent over the bed. The newcomer flips the gorgeous one on his back and fucks him again. “You are really big,” Daddy pants. The sound of the side by side fuckings fill the room. “That’s enough,” Daddy says as he pulls up and away from me. “We need to take a small break.” I am hustled out of the room. The door closes. I go and sit in the billows of steam in the steam room. Hands reach out of the mist… *** After I tire of the heat, (and some head that is only adequate) I make the tour of the halls again. There is no sign of Juan. That’s a good thing. The gorgeous boy finds me in the dark area. Once again he pulls me back to the room. The other two are there. I fuck the gorgeous boy. I fuck the Daddy. “Break. See you later.” The Daddy is holding the door open. I’ve been there for less than ten minutes. I am tired of the lack of attention span---and I think I know what’s happening. The gorgeous one pulls out the tell-tale stash from the far side of mattress too fast—before I’m out the door. I’m not supposed to see it, but I do. I won’t be back. *** I fuck two random guys in the dark room. One shoots with my cock deep in his guts. *** I sit alone in the dark area. My cock needs relief. I’ve been edging with all the sex I’ve had for too long. And there is no one here to help. A guy comes in. For a second, he’s framed in the lit doorway. He is a big bear of man. Big, but not sloppy big. He gets down on his knees in front of me. He engulfs my cock in one gulp. I reach down and fondle his nipples, playing with the hair on his chest. The curtains part. It’s Juan. He watches the man give me head. The big man looks up, rather wistfully, into my eyes. “Would you fuck me, Sir?” I nod. He gets up and bends over, holding on the wall. I briefly kneel and spit on his hole. I push against him. He’s tight. I push again and I’m in. I hold still. I can tell he’s struggling to relax. I begin a slow fuck. I see Juan stroking. I so rarely see him hard anymore. He has a long, uncut cock. I turn the Bear away from the wall so he can suck Juan. “I want to fuck him.” I look over at Juan. I know he tops—just never around me. I can’t wait to see him in action. I pull out and watch Juan slide into the Bear’s hot ass. He fucks with great authority—he owns that ass. The Bear hesitates for a second, knowing my cock was in his ass, but then goes down on me hungrily. I lean across the man and kiss Juan. I can tell Juan is building for a cum shot. We kiss hungrily. He only breaks it as he shoots into the Bear. “Oh, yeah. Take it.” I move around. I clean Juan when he finally decides to pull out. I lick up the cum that he’s pulled out of the Bear’s ass. I push in—fucking in Juan’s jizz. “Do you want another load?” “Yes. Yes, Sir.” It takes me no time at all to mix my cum with Juan’s. Juan cleans me, savoring our mixed jizz that is all over my wet dick. He kisses me. The Bear straightens up, leaning against the wall. His legs are shaking. We pull him into our kiss… We go our separate ways in the morning—me to Michigan, Juan to Illinois. I am tired, but Juan has arranged at least two hook-ups en route as he heads home. More...

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