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Once we get Nick settle in and drug up We get on our way ASAP. In our 3 hour back to Jerry place we talk about this new business Jerry want to get into with Nick as will be the first one in this new venture. There is a lot of money pimping out boys out like Nick as some of the boys Jerry has sold are making big money for their owners. There are a lot of chasers who are looking to become Poz from a boy like Nick , so now I under stand why Jerry took me off my meds 3 months ago and I know Jerry has been off his meds for a long time. Nick is dead to the world and the ride is real boring till we get the Jerry home when its time to bring to the basement and get Nick prep. Once we get Nick down stairs Jerry tells me to get him ready like I always do. As Nick starts to wake up he ask what happen and what is the collar around his neck , it’s a shock collar so I give Nick a small shock and tell him he is now Jerry boy and if he does no do like we say he will get a very shock. Nick ask why he and I are both naked and I say we are going to give you pleasure that only another man can give you. Nick says he is not Gay , so I put on the T.V and show Nick how Jerry bug his room and how Nick would spend hours jerking off watching Gay porn. Show him video of what his parents think of Nick and how they want him out of the house and how much they hate Nick. I give Nick a kiss and he does not protest but responds back to me. I put my finger by his hole and Nick is TIGHT like a virgin. Nick ask me for something to drink , so I give him that special water that has been spiked with GHB , I tell him the water really taste like shit, but he drinks it down really fast. I turn over on his stomach and spread his cheeks and see that hole and it is so pretty so I grab the syringe to get some lube in his hole before Jerry comes in. I see Jerry left me some shards of Tina , so why now as Nick is being so cooperating so I put one large shard in and tell Nick he might feel his hole burning, he turns around and says it’s ok and I have no one in the world who wants me now. The T is doing it’s work as I turn Nick over and start to suck his nice 8 inch dick and he is rock hard , then I move to his nipples. The door bust in and it’s Jerry and he grabs Nicks arm tied it off and gives him a slam. This is going to be ruff for Nick as Jerry is going to busy Nick up with his 11 inch X 8 dick. As Nick is coughing Jerry take Nick by the legs and spreads them as Nick is on all fours, Jerry is hard and dips the head of his dick in the bag of crush Tina Jerry is showing no love with Nick as he is pushing his dick as Nick is screaming in pain and all Jerry cares about is dumping his toxic load into Nick. Wile all this is going on I hold the hand camera on what Jerry dick is doing to Nick hole and it ant pretty. The other cameras are setup as fix , so they are getting Nicks face and the over all action. From my view I can see Jerry's pre cum is now making it better for Nick as his hole is being raped. Jerry is doing all he can to not shoot his Toxic load in Nick hole but once he does he just lays on top of Nick with all his weight. When Jerry pulls out I can see the pink cum on Jerry dick , so I go over on my knees and Jerry gives me his dick to clean off and Jerry tells Nick this is how you treat a dick after it just gave you a nice load in your hole.

I took a nap, didn't eat, cleaned up good and was ready when the pig pen was supposed to be open. I walked over, barefooted about 5 after, the door was locked. I decided to walk into the maze for a few minutes and found it as crowded as I've seen it. Just inside the door I heard moans from the back. Walking forward there are 6 glory hole booths on the left, 5 of the 6 doors were closed indicating guys were in them either servicing or being serviced. The moans weren't coming from there but deeper on the ground floor. I walked to the right, where the open room is with the wooden box/bed. There was a guy on his back, his legs held back as another guy was slowly fucking him. The moans were from the bottom. The top would fuck him 10 to 15 hard strokes, then slow and tease his hole with the tip of his cock. There were several guys watching, most of them stroking. I watched for a bit, one of the onlookers had started rubbing his dick on the bottom's leg. The top pulled out and stepped back, making room for him. The onlooker immediately shoved his cock in the bottom, who groaned loudly. The onlooker quickly set a rhythm, a good steady fucking and after a minute or two, he grunted, froze and it was obvious he was cumming in the bottom. The bottom moaned soft and guttural when he realized he was being filled. As the onlooker stepped back and the original top started fucking the bottom again, I moved on. Up the stairs, the video room had half a dozen guys sitting, stroking, watching the porn but no interaction. I wasn't interested. I walked towards the back of the 2nd floor where the jail cells and more glory hole booths are. Of 6 more gloryhole doors, 4 were shut, more guys either servicing or being serviced. I walked around the corner and while one jail cell was empty, the other had 4 guys, one bent over holding onto the bars, another was fucking him and the other two were stroking. In the few seconds I watched, the guy fucking the bottom came, stepped back, and one of the other two guys took his place fucking the bent over bottom. Extremely turned on from the action, I returned back to the Pig Pen. There is a small foyer just inside the door where the lockers are. You're required to strip to your underwear before entering the second door. The dungeon master is sitting at the second door and explains the rules to first timers. I stripped completely, pulled the hood that was in my jeans pocket out and fisted it. The dungeon master remembered me from Friday night. He had me stop and told the guy he was talking to that he had never seen me without my jockstrap on until last night and held out my dick for his friend to see. He remarked that I had a fantastic cock and he never would have guessed from the times he'd seen me there until Friday night. I walked into the play area. To the right are the 3 slings, some glory hole booths, a semi private room and bathroom, to the left is a large open play space with St. Andrews cross, spanking bench, cage, 2 rooms with private slings and another bathroom. I had been in the maze longer than I thought and there were already 18-20 guys milling around, nothing had started yet. Since I'd gotten over being nervous many visits ago, I went to the sling room. The way it is setup is there is a short hallway leading to the open sling room. When walking down the hallway, you can already see the sling on the left and as you walk through the hallway, the other two slings come into view. I prefer the sling on the left because anyone looking down the hallway can see it and hopefully be enticed into coming further. No one was in any of the slings yet. 5 or so guys were in the entrance to the sling area, like predators waiting for prey. I nodded at them, walked past, and eased myself into the left sling. There are stirrups for your ankles that most guys put on the inside of the supporting chains for comfort. I always put the stirrups on the outside of the chains to keep my legs spread wider. I positioned myself just right, put one ankle, then the other into the stirrup on the outside of the chains. My ass felt spread wide, exposed, vulnerable, just the way I wanted it. As the finishing touch, I unfolded the hood from my fist, found the front, and pulled it in place. Sling room description: There is a TV mounted from the ceiling playing gay porn. There is a table by the slings with lube, a couple of rolls of paper towels, and condoms. The lighting is not as dim as the maze, it's easy to see, except with the hood I was completely blinded. The moment the hood slid on, my other senses were electric. I relaxed. I put my arms behind my head in interlocked my fingers. The entry to the sling room is a U shaped, the hallway shows the sling room, but there are bars separating it, you have to walk to the right, then through the opening into it. I describe this in detail because with the hood on, I can see nothing but a glow from the television. The catch is that people walking to the right to enter the sling room, block the glow for a moment, then if they come to my sling it is blocked again for a moment. This makes it impossible to tell if anyone is walking near the sling room, or actually in it. Blinded, my ears come alive. I didn't notice the soft voices before but I can hear them now. Several conversations, talking about the cookout, the pool party, life, how horny they are. It's like I can almost keep up with multiple conversations at the same time, and time is the real variable here. I listen, I'm alone, naked, spread, inviting, hooded, a faceless stranger with a shaved clean hole. I can't tell if it's been 3 minutes or 20 minutes. I've seen the glow from the TV interrupted several times so I know guys are moving around. The sound from the Television isn't loud, but just loud enough to mask any footsteps. I hear the chains shifting to my left and know someone else is getting into a sling. Then I realized the sound of chains are doubled, guys are in both other slings now. Immediately, I hear grunts and groans. From the faint volume I guess the aren't the sling next to me but from the far one against the wall. As I hear the rhythmic clanking of the chains that indicate someone is being fucked, I think that to happen so soon after he got in, he must have been followed in. Like a couple that wanted to fuck while others were watching. I screwed up. While I was concentrating on the sounds and figuring out the scene unfolding to my left, I felt my sling move but didn't realize it was because someone had grabbed one of the chains. My chest feels a hand on it; at the same time, I feel a cock rub against my lubed hole. The guy is steadying the sling with one hand and rubbing his dick on my ass with the other. Initially, he's soft, but that changes quickly. I can feel him get stiffer and harder in just a few seconds. He stops running his cock head around my hole, steadies me with the one hand, centers on my exposed hole and pushes forward. Nothing happens for a second but pressure, then I relax the tension from the surprise just as he pushes again, and 3 or 4 inches of a pretty thick cock invade me. I feel the familiar burn because it's been a while since I was fucked. I will myself to keep relaxed and push out slightly as he withdraws and pushes in again. In two strokes, he's balls deep in me, and he's not long but pretty thick. He pauses for a brief moment and starts pushing and pulling on the chains, sliding my tight hole up and down on his shaft. I hear a noise and realize it's me, groaning loudly and then notice my hands are going numb. I had instinctively gripped harder when he first touched me and my hands were letting me know I needed to loosen my own grip. He has already got a steady tempo fucking me, but as I relaxed my hands and my hole loosened up, he started fucking me harder. I was lost in the sensation. He was hitting my prostate. People were watching. I was being fucked wide and deep by a guy I couldn't see. And while thinking of this all of my thoughts kept getting jumbled up by the thick cock that was pounding in my guts. As quickly as I could, I centered myself on his dick. His steady rhythm helped and I started tightening up my hole on every outstroke. He noticed the difference because he sighed and didn't change pace, but began fucking me harder. I knew that by pulling my legs back, the sling would tilt up towards him so I began pulling them back with his timing, and kept clenching my hole down on every outward stroke. I imagined that this should feel like a fist gripping his shaft. I heard his breathing change, subtly at first, then more noticeable. He was grunting, sighing, his air intake getting more ragged. I kept clenching my hole, trying to clench harder though the way he was stretching my hole I wasn't sure I could keep it up. I pulled my legs harder, forcing my ass against him and taking every inch he had. It worked. "FUCK." he hissed and I felt his dick jerk as he emptied into me. He slowed but didn't stop fucking me but it felt different. There was suddenly no friction and I knew from experience that his cum was acting as lubricant. He stilled, shuddered a couple of times, making sure his balls were completely empty, slapped my chest twice, thanked me, pulled out leaving me panting heavy, trying to tighten my expanded hole to keep his load from leaking out.

Quick follow up to the BBC from the gym. Went to his place a little while ago. He was only wearing some stretchy underwear and the struggle in that pouch was real. I got undressed and we went to the bed. He ate me out good, then lubed up with some gun oil. Too late for me to put some petroleum jelly on my hole first, he pushed in. I winced. The fucker was about as thick as a remote control. Good thing I had the poppers. That white label bottle does the job. We did multiple positions, and this time, there was quite a bit of kissing. He came deep in my second sphincter, but with his thickness, that had been busted wide open so that load started slipping out my hole easily. Made for a great sloppy fuck as he stayed hard afterward. I knew he was giving it his all, the bed fell off the frame 3 times. He had to lift the mattress out of the caved in corner so we could get back to fucking each time. Got some great video of him going up my ass, but he had he better view of my ass lips gripping as he pulled his fat Dick out of my hole. I'm glad I had the poppers. After his second load (me on all 4s), he got some video and shots of me pushing his thick milky load out of my hole. Right now, I'm pretty sore. No tears in my ass, I don't think, but it's like someone punched in my hole over and over with their fist. And I've never been fisted. He can't wait to meet up with me again. I think I'm getting feelings. And a very loose hole. With less and less feelings, lol. I have no idea how to shrink the pics on my iPad, otherwise I'd upload the one with my leaking hole. Or the video with a cum fart coming from a very clean cum filled hole. Bz says the file is too big so maybe another time.

A few years ago my Lover and I were stricken with night fever, our code word for anonymous raw sex in back rooms, the baths, and movie houses. We both needed it bad, so we headed to the gay movie house. Since it was barely around the corner, we got there in minutes. As usual, we wished each other good luck and parted. The place reeked of Mancunt and Poppers. I took a seat to watch the flic. The two dudes on the screen were stripping, flesh-on-flesh, 69ing, fucking, shooting their Manjuice in each other’s mouths and guts. It was time to patrol the back room. I prowled the darkened corridors with years of blatant familiarity. I sat on a bench and unzipped my fly, unfettering my rock-hard Rod. A hand grabbed it. "OH, fuck me! Fuck me!" a voice moaned. Before I could answer, a Bubble Butt sat right down on my Cock. I hadn’t planned on fucking, hoping to get sucked; but by then I didn't care. Waves of pleasure careened down my Shaft. My Balls were just about to release their prize. Suddenly, Bubble Butt was gone. "Shit!" I cursed the darkness, tucking my aching Dick back in, and walked away, hoping maybe Tight Ass wanted me to follow. But he was nowhere to be seen. I sat back down and felt on either side of me. No one. A match flared. For a few seconds I glimpsed a few men across the aisle. A Black Guy caught my fancy and for an instant we made eye-contact. His match went out. I reached in my pocket and flicked my Bic. Someone sat down beside me. We both lit up. It was the Black Dude. "Follow me," he demanded. I pursued him into the john—a small Hell Hole where piss hadn’t properly flushed in years. We went into a small stall. I dropped my jeans, unburdening my throbbing Shaft. He dropped his pants and turned to face me. "OH MY GOD!" I cried out, staring at a rare 12-incher. It was the real McCoy. I dropped to my knees and sucked that swollen Dick. I ran my hungry tongue down his massive Undershaft to his mammoth Balls. I had to do each one independently. Both just wouldn't fit. I sucked that colossal Black Rod with well practiced precision. I wanted to enjoy that stupendous Manshaft every which way I could. I’d encountered only 4 or 5 that size in my lifetime. So I kept changing how and what I did, plying him with every trick in the book, anxious to drain that epic Ball Sac. I got him moaning, licked his Asshole, then went back to that gigantic Cock, gently nibbling the humungous Shaft as I went. As he slowly pumped the Monster Head in and out of my mouth, my right hand rubbed, squeezed and cupped his massive Nuts. My left hand pumped my own Meat. I didn't want either of us to come soon, but I couldn’t afford to let that one get away. Finally hot Jizm filled my mouth. Ropes and ropes of it. My left hand grew sticky with my own Cum. After his last squirt, he pulled out, disappointment all over his face. "You wanted to get fucked?" His Seed dripped down my hand. His face hung almost as low as his member. "Yeah, I’d hoped to." "I just couldn't help it." "Yeah, I know." His words spoke volumes. “Every time a guy gets a glimpse of my size, they never get around to fucking. “ “Just as well. I’m POZ.” "I’m a Bugchaser, man!” He zipped up his jeans and unlatched the door. “Wait!” I exclaimed, my mind whirling. I couldn’t let this rare bird get away. My BF would never forgive me. “My Lover’s here. He’s POZ and a Top. And he isn’t on Meds.” I took his hand and drew Daniel into the Lion’s Den.

Hi I’m Tom and I have been working with Jerry for 6 years now. Most people don’t pay much attention to me as at 5ft.5 100lbs.most think I’m some boy in high school. Jerry who I work for is in his late 40s and retired from the military and what he did there he keeps very quite. Jerry can bug anyone computer , phone and install caners in any place without you knowing. He knows about every drug there is and how to use it to immobilized a person and to break their free will. I have seen his do this many times and did me. At 22 now he has been teaching me all he knows and including me in his business. Jerry has a very large group of clients who want boys for many different activities, some are for escort work, personal slaves, boys to be pimp out and even a very few who we put them on Hormone Replacement Therapy. Jerry always spends a lot of time looking for the right boy to get for his customer. Right now we are looking at this one boy that Jerry wants to keep and has gone to great lengths to get all the Intel on him and from what I have seen I agree he is a keeper. Jerry has briefed me on what to do for many hours on how this will be done and today is the day. We will call him Nick, is 5ft. 9 skinny maybe 140 lb. blond hair dark doe eyes , that turn me on he. Nick has no real friends always walks home alone from school and stops off for a soda and something to eat before going home. The place is crowed and Nick is sitting by him self like always, as I go up to Nick I ask if I can sit with him , we do a little small talk and the Intel Jerry gave me is spot on, Nick is not bright as he is failing in every class he takes and his father will beat the crap out of him again. He wish he did not have to ever go home. When there is a disturbance I make my move when he looks away I squirt this chemical into Nick drink that will go to work in 25 minutes as his walk home takes 30 minutes and Nicks always leaves at the same time. Just like Jerry said he leaves in 10 minutes as Nick leaves I get into the van with Jerry, Jerry ask how did it go so we go close where we will take him. I can see him walking up the block and the area is perfect with no one around. I can see Nick is starting to have problems walking so I jump out of the van and go up to him and he says to me he is not feeling well. I tell him to get in the van and he just walk over to it witch makes my job easy. Once in the van Jerry gets moving fast as we have 3 hour trip back home where we will change this boy life for ever. In the van I have to work fast and this drug Nick won’t last to much longer and we have to keep Nick quite for the ride home. First goes on the electric dog collar to control him , then I break out the syringe of a drug to put Nick to sleep, as I have given this drug to many I know Nick will be easy to handle for the trip.

Growing up, I'd always suspected that my dad was gay. Or at least, shall we say, sexually indiscriminating? I mean, he was still married to mom and I had to come from somewhere. Besides, I do remember hearing them occasionally banging one out as their bedroom was right across the hall from mine. But still I had my suspicions, which were reinforced by behaviors. From the time I could remember I'd always just been around my dad when he was naked. Nudity was just an everyday thing at my house, so it never struck me as odd. Nudity was a thing for mom and me, too. Heck, There are many a photograph of me running around our house as a kid in my all-together! However, as I got older I started to notice Dad was nude around me more often than Mom. It was more 'our thing' - just two dudes hangin.... We bathed and showered together quite often, and hung out watching TV afterward as we air-dried. And, when I wasn't actually bathing, I would keep Dad company while he took a bath. He would let me play with boats in the deep end while we talked. Occasionally we'd play a game Dad called 'Light House' in which I would drive the boat between his legs to the 'lighthouse' that was standing erect there. The boat would crash on the 'rocks' below and I would laugh and laugh.... Anyway, I also first learned about masturbation from my father when I spied on him when he pleasured himself in the garage. I saw him fire his load into a shop rag, and after he went back inside I retrieved the rag and investigated it. What was this sticky fluid? Naturally he came back and caught me. I was SO embarrassed! But Dad took it very much in stride and was completely matter of fact about it all. And that's when I learned all about the birds and the bees. And also about what guys can do for special fun on their own, as he had just done. He also made it clear I should never tell Mom about because she was a girl and wouldn't understand. Dad's special magazines were also readily available for me; he really didn't even bother to hide them. They were just at the bottom of a magazine basket in our den. They started out as Playboy, but as I got older they became Penthouse, Club, Chic, Oui, and then some harder core mags with dicks and fucking in them too! Those were my favorites-- the ones that showed closeups of men with erections. Anyway, As I got older I gained hair and modesty, so the joint showers and nudity stopped and doors started being closed. Well, really just my doors-- although that didn't stop my Dad from interrupting me on more than one occasion. The first time, I was in my room, officially studying, but of course not only was I playing with myself, I was actually on the cusp of blowing my load when Dad barged into my room. I don't think I ever moved so fast in my life! Giving a quick laugh Dad exclaimed "Whoops!" And as he closed my door he added "Just don't get any on my Penthouse." There were a couple more times after that when Dad caught my jerking off. Each time Dad joked and commented something like "Damn, boy! Don't wear it out!" Or "Do you ever put that thing away?" Which is why I started jacking in the shower or behind a locked bathroom door. Slowly over this time, my suspicions about Dad being gay and his extracurricular activities increased. He was gone longer hours, working out more, or at least saying he was working out. Sometimes he'd come home and you could tell he'd had a beer or two. Mom and he fought more over piddly shit. I pretty much figured he was having an affair, or hooking up somewhere. And I could clearly see my parents on the clear trajectory toward divorce. He was also buddying up to me more during this time, telling me that I was really growing into a man, and complementing my by remarking how handsome I was becoming. Our conversations felt conspiratorial, and Dad increasingly joked around with me, and his jokes took on an ever increasing sexual overtone. Everything seemed to be a double-entendre. Well, the summer before my senior year of high school, Mom started a new job and started working nights. I think she took this job just so she and Dad would spend less time breathing the same air. It also forced Dad to be home more to take care of me (in theory). Dad still routinely got home late, often smelling of, well, I'm not sure what, but his body had a distinctive aroma. Even so, Dad was definitely more often at home more, which conveniently left us together with free time. In the evenings. Before bed. As I said before, Mom and Dad's room was right across the hall from mine. And in their room they had an old TV with a VCR. You know - for watching movies in bed. And with Mom working nights and Dad being Dad, well... he fired up the VCR - a lot. I mostly ignored it the first few times-- but I could hear the porn playing and the soft, creaking motion of his bed and I knew what was going on. But it was my father! I shouldn't be listening, hardly daring to breathe. I shouldn't be turned on by this, should I? Why did I have a boner?? So many thoughts... so many conflicted emotions. Finally one night I couldn't take it any more and I wanted-- no, NEEDED-- to see. So I snuck out of bed and crept quietly into the hall. Dad always left his door ajar, so I figured I could peep in and see him and the porn while he was too distracted to notice. I figured I was being quiet as a cat. I was wrong. "You might as well just come on in," he said in a loud voice. Fuck! Busted AGAIN by Dad!! Well, I sheepishly went into his bedroom and he gestured for me to sit next to him on the bed. He wasn't even trying to hide his erection. "Come on, you might as well 'take a load off' too. I can see you want to," again with the double entendre as he nodded to the boner in my pajamas. I stood next to the bed, guts churning, nervous as hell and shaking like a leaf while I stared at the erection held in his first. He smiled and patted the bed-- and I took my place beside him. Little did I realize that this small action would set me on a dark path and seal my fate. That first night we watched porn together and jacked off. Well, he jacked off and I mostly watched him jack off. When he came all over his belly and fist, I came too. In my pajamas. Without touching myself. From there we slowly progressed. It wasn't an every night event, but when I was in bed and I'd hear the porn soundtrack, I'd get up and join him. It started out as innocently jacking together. From there it became me jacking him off while we watched. I still vividly remember the first time I touched his erection - it was like a bolt of lightning struck me and I could barely breathe. And again, when he came, the feeling of his seed running over my knuckles made my own dick cum in my underwear. (No more Jammie's for this guy!) From there it soon progressed to blowjobs. Never him on me-- I was the son and it was my duty to get him off. To be a good boy. Oddly enough, it was a bigger deal to first jack my Dad than to blow him. The blowjob came naturally. Feeling the smooth, warm skin of his head with my tongue just felt right somehow. And when he shot in my mouth? There was no hesitation: I swallowed instantly. And happily. At this point in our relationship I had definitely shifted to just being his convenient sex toy. Sort of his human fleshlight. He didn't really make eye contact or acknowledge me at all. He was focused on the straight porn on the VCR. I didn't jack off or really touch myself at all in his presence. I would finish him off, he'd turn off the VCR and lights, and I'd go back to my room. Once there is either jack off or go to sleep. More often than not, I didn't even jack myself. And then one night it finally happened. This was in January of my senior year. It was after Christmas and I was back in school, Mom was back to work. I heard the porn fire up, but it was different porn. This time the grunting was more masculine - no more whiny bitch moaning. I went in and I saw Dad watching porn. I was right. He was playing a new porn tape. This one showed two guys on the screen, two, hot, furry, mustachioed men... and they were fucking! It was so hot and the breath caught in my throat. Dad and I started as we usually did-- him jacking for a minute, then me doing it for him. Then my mouth on his dick, as usual. But this time instead of cumming down my throat, he tapped my head after awhile and I stopped. "Get on all fours," he whispered. We NEVER talked during our sessions so this startled me. It was almost like a slap. But he just stopped everything, gestured toward the TV with a chin flip, and told me to "assume the position". My guts instantly turned to water as I knew what was about to happen and I wasn't sure about it at all. Wasn't sure I wanted to get fucked, but after all he was my Dad, and instinctively I wanted to please him so I got on all fours. I was facing the porn and I felt the bed shift as he got behind me. He reached and got some KY off the nightstand. My heart was thundering in my chest. Soon I felt the cool, wet hardness of his cockhead pushing at my sphincter. This was it-- I was losing my virginity. To my father. He pushed into my ass. I distinctly remember the pain. I tried to push back a bit on his thigh, to slow him or get him to stop but he was clearly bent on fucking. Which he did. I winced and grunted as he thrust inelegantly into me. It hurt and it felt like my asshole was ripping because of his thickness. I tried to relax-- I tried to understand how the one guy in the porn seemed to be really enjoying the cock in HIS ass. Did it hurt him as much? I tried to breathe through it. I teared up a bit. Then suddenly my father was buried inside me and shuddering. I could fee his cock throbbing in my ass, much as it had done in my mouth. There would be five or so pulses and a few aftershocks, again... like usual. I counted them off in my head. His hands were on my hips as he slowly pulled out of me. Then he magically produced some paper towels to wipe himself with and he was done. Stunned I made my way to the bathroom to wipe myself clean. There was a KY residue, some brown, and some red. Blood. So I HAD torn a bit. I stood in the bathroom a long time and looked at myself in the mirror. I was confused and hotly ashamed, mainly because I found myself aroused at the thought of what just happened to me. I jacked myself and came all over the bathroom sink while thinking about my Dad's cock violating my ass. Two nights later the same thing happened. And again a couple nights after that. Soon, I realized this was our new norm. So I stopped at Walgreens after work one day and got my own tube of KY that I kept in my secret hiding spot in my room. I started fingering my ass and lubing myself before heading in for our father-son bonding ritual. As time went on, some weeks there was less sex and I found myself a bit disappointed (and if I'm being honest, jealous). Because Dad was "late" getting home, his clothes smelling of cigarettes and "that smell" that I'd later come to realize was the stench of an adult bookstore. I'd always find myself wondering why I wasn't good enough-- had I done something wrong? Was he displeased, or worse... bored with me? But then he'd fire up the VCR again, and everything would be right as rain. Of course it's not like I was completely innocent during this time either. Dad had sort of opened the door to my sexuality. I had a couple friends at school that I was blowing fairly regularly. And there may have been one or two 'park encounters' between me and older men. Anyway, this continued through the summer until it was time for me to leave for my freshman year of college. In my mind this was also the cutoff point for my activity with Dad. I was going to college to start the next chapter in my life. I wanted to be normal. I wanted a change. And I knew I was approaching adulthood, wouldn't really be living at home anymore. I'd love to be able to say that we had one final night together before I left, where we spent the entire night fucking and he actually fucked me on my back while looking at me, and telling me that I was a good son and he was proud. Ah, the romantic in me! But no-- our sessions ended not with a bang, but a whisper. Really I don't even much remember our last fuck. As summer waned he sort of did it less and less. Plus Dad got really sick earlier in the summer, and that really seemed to zap his energy levels. I was okay with all this. It made my college transition that much easier. When I came home at Christmas break, Dad met me at the door and had me sit down. He had some things to tell me, he said. My stomach lurched as I could predict what was coming. Well... ALMOST predict. In a somber voice he explained Mom had moved out and that they were getting a divorce. He said there was something else, too. He had been to his doctor and... He took a deep, shuddering breath and said the last thing I expected: "Son... I'm HIV positive."

Chapter Seven Almost all of my strength had come back by the time we entered the doctor’s office. The Priest went first, me following. Inside was a semi-lite room set up just like an exam room at any doctors office. Framed posters covered the walls - some looks like viruses taken from medical journals, while others were more obscene. Mixed in were posters of cocks, some hard, some soft, cut and uncut, some shooting cum, while others oozed what looked to be the clap - red with irritation as well as other sexual transmitted diseases. There was also posters of holes - some just normal, some puckered and red, while others were open, oozing cum. My cock was slowly rising after my look around the room. Standing in the middle of the room was the doctor. His hair was salt and pepper as well as his goatee. He was wearing a lab coat and combat boots. The coat was open, exposing his body to me - tanned, toned, and defined. His chest was covered in a mat of black and white chest hair leading to a “treasure trail” down to his trimmed dark crotch hair. His cock hung heavy over his balls, it was cut with a huge mushroom head that was about the size of a baby’s fist. The shaft of his cock was thick and veiny. His balls were smooth, hanging low in his sac, one higher than the other. “Conversion?” the sexy doctor asked? “Yes, phase one resulted with infection, bolstered the virus through feeding - six loads - from mid viral count HIV positive to two full blown.” replied the Priest. “Excellent” said the doctor. “Please take a seat on the exam table so the evil doctor can probe you” I moved slowly to the exam table, still studying the doctor’s body. My cock was hard as a rock, pointing my way to the table. As I climbed on, the Priest turned and exited the room. As the doctor approached, I spread my legs wide giving his access to my cock, balls and my aching hole. “Are you experiencing aches? Fever? Sweats?” the doctor asked. “Earlier Sir, but now it’s just aches.” I replied “Bar keep’s piss?” “Yes, Sir” “Hmmm, excellent elixir. Symptoms should return in time. ” His hands were cold to the touch, as he felt around my neck, just under my jaw. They warmed as he ran his hand over my shoulders and into my arm pits. I jumped a little from this touch, slightly ticklish in my pits. Pressing hard into my pits, he made small circles. As he was examining me, I was watching his cock, hanging between his legs. I fought back the urge to touch it, stimulating it until it was hard as a rock. “You like looking it my cock?” the doctor asked. I nodded yes, not taking my eyes off the head of his cock. “It’s okay it likes the attention” the doctor replied. “It’s pure poison boy. It has bitten many boys with out them knowing it.” “It starts by kissing the hole, ever so lightly, secreting a sample unto the skin, making the boy beg for my snake to slither in” “No protective skin can hold it, it sheds it quickly and silently. Writhing until it spits it’s venom deep inside a warm dark hole” As the doctor talked, his cock started to slowly thicken in girth and length. The head was resting on my knee when it finished hardening. It was so long, at least eleven inches if not a foot. His nuts pulled up as he made his cock jump off my knee and then drop down on it. “it likes you, boy” “feel it, hold it, let it slither in your hand” I wrapped my fingers around it, yet it my fingers did not touch. I slid my hand from just behind the head to the base of the shaft. It felt hot. I watched as the doctor licked his lips, knowing that he wanted to inject me with his venom. “you want it in you, don’t you?” the doctor asked with a grin. I just nodded as I continued to stroke it, feeling him trying to make his cock jump again in my hand. As much as my hole ached, I wanted to feel this massive cock deep inside me. I wanted a real cock fucking my ass. “there will be no skin to shed this time” I let go of his cock, slowly laid back on the exam table and raised my legs high into the air, presenting my hole for his use, his pleasure. I reach around my hips and spread my checks, exposing my hole more. He watched as he stroked his cock. “puffy and red, oozing death - just the way I like it” Stepping closer to the exam table, he removed his lab coat. I could feel his cock head just touching my hole, teasing me. The massive head circled my puffy hole, rubbing the cum that had leaked out all around. I pictured his cock spitting pre-cum as he played in the toxic cum that had escape from my fuck hole. “push out that fuck hole” I pushed out, opening my hole and at the same time squirting out some of the cum I was holding in, It squired out covering the doctor’s cock even hitting his crotch hair. “AGAIN” he shouted Concentrating harder, I pushed out my hole as he drove his cock in deep and hitting bottom, causing me to jump. He pulled out until just his head was inside my hole, pulling my hole outwards, then pushed all the way back in, this time penetrating my second ring. I had never felt such pleasure. His massive cock was hitting new pleasure points deep inside me. He pulled out again - this time all the way and drove all they way back in. He continued to punch fuck my hole over and over. His cock pumped air in me as he drove in, causing me to swell in my abdomen, until I couldn’t hold it and then it would blow out, expelling more cum all over the doctor’s cock and body. It was a sloppy noisy fuck. The doctor grabbed my ankles, yanking my legs open as far as they could go and then a bit more. The muscles in my legs screamed in pain as they were stretched. His cock continued to pump in and out of my wide hole, every time going balls deep into me, pushing the toxic loads from before deeper and deeper into me. I moaned more and more as he continued to fuck me, only to be drowned out by a deep growl coming from his chest, as well as the wet sloppy cum hole. I looked to my right to see a picture of a hole, opened, puffy oozing cum out of the red interior. “just like your hole” the doctor said noticing my gaze. The assault on my hole continued. I still wanted more and more. I could feel his nuts hitting my ass, I could feel the cum running down my ass to the table. I could feel his crotch hair rubbing my balls as he slammed his dick deep into me. I could feel his cock head as it penetrated my hole and escaped. My cock was hard resting on my abs, leaking a large pool of pre-cum in my belly button. The doctor scooped up some of my pre-cum onto his fingers and slid them into his mouth, savoring the sweet juice from my balls. “newly mutated seed. fresh poison - a new strain of AIDS……mmmmmmm” He continued to eat my pre-cum as he drove his cock in and out of my wrecked hole. His cock was hardening and thickening as he pumped my hole. I could only imagine his balls tightening up, drawling close to his body as hie prepared to shoot his toxic load into my guts. “snake is getting ready to strike - ready for my venom?” “Give it to me” “another AIDS load” He rammed his cock deep inside me, pushing his hips into me, as I felt his cock jump and pulse inside, shooting his AIDS deep within. As his cock slowed in pulsing he started to pump in and out of my hole, mixing his AIDS load with the HIV and AIDS loads already inside. The doctor slowly pulled his cock out of me, releasing me and allowing me to lower my legs. I watched his cum covered, dripping cock slowly deflate, returning to a hanging position on his body. I wanted to ump off the exam table, dropping to my knees in front of him. “hold your legs wide” I quickly grabbed my legs behind my knees, as the doctor went for a stool and tray of examination tools. He sat in front of my used, leaking hole, which was now wide open. No matter how hard I tried to squeeze it shut, it remained gapping. After the huge dildo and the doctor’s massive cock, I knew it would be a while before my hole would return to normal. I felt a coldness near my hole, something metallic. It circled my hole, as if collecting the leaking cum, until it slowly invaded. I felt it pressing against the puffy lips of my hole, slowly stretching them wider and wider. It was then, I knew the doctor had inserted a speculum into my hole. The stretching continued well past the point of comfort, past the point that the dildo and dick had stretched me open. “very nice” the doctor said. I watched as he stood up and walked over to a cabinet on the wall. Opening it revealed a phone. After removing the receiver and placing it to his ear, he only said: “it is time.” He hung up and returned to his stool and grabbed what looked like a pen off the tray, he bend over as to look into my used hole. The pen turned out to be a small flash light. The Priest entered the room and joined the doctor at my hole, silently standing behind the doctor. “cum has coated the walls which are irritated, mixed with the blood from my busting of your inner ring. Rate of infection should increase.” “Chanced of conversion?” the Priest asked. “98% or higher” the doctor replied. “2% chance of failure is still not acceptable, this one must jump the precursor.” “Escalation is still an option. We could add another method of exposure” My mind started to concoct how they would escalate higher than what I had bed exposed to. I had taken two homeless men’s cum loads, a mixture of cum from Priests - some dead, some living that was recycled, and the cum and possibly blood from a man who had put his cock in any hole he could find as well as taken any and all cock into his holes. I also took four loads of HIV positive cum and two loads of full blown AIDS cum tonight as well as the doctor’s AIDS load. What the fuck was next? “Plug him!” the Priest ordered, “I will determine if escalation is needed.” I heard the doctor open a drawer and then quickly shut it. The speculum was slowly closed and pulled from my hole. Without warning, a plug was shoved into my hole. I felt my hole give as the ball head pushed in, then it collapsed around the narrow base. I jumped and bite my lip. “Come with me” the Priest said. I obeyed without question, jumping off the exam table. I followed the Priest across the room and out the door, only to hear the doctor quietly say: “you will be back”

Part 4 - Father Adelmo said I would be the sacrifice on the altar of man - for men - by men. What did he mean? Frankly I didn’t care as I was on the hunt for El Dorado - my destiny - the CRF19 virus - and as part of that journey had just spent the past few days in Miami being raped, fucked raw, and taking all sorts of nasty dick while snorting as much of the good Father’s ‘angel’ powder as I could. He said my future was to come back and live my final days at Casa des Santos. I was fine with that if he planned to keep me chemmed up and whored out and at the top of my list was going back to the ABS to get raped again by that nasty freak bugarrón who used my hole good. In the meantime, I was enjoying the cool breeze hitting my face as Bob and I bumped and jumped over the waves in the speedboat that was taking us out to meet the cargo ship. You see - they were smuggling me INTO Cuba. Crazy right? But that is where the CRF19 virus is rampant and I needed it, wanted it, it was my holy destiny. Bob - well technically he was one of a number of Brother Robertos that served the Father, but I called him Bob for short - had a jagged scar on his temple and I felt like we had ‘bonded’. True, he never really said much to me - if anything at all - but he had been my guide during my Miami depravity and now was my escort as I was smuggled out of the country. I was hustled to a low-rent marina, scrambled onto a low-slung speedboat that seemed like it might sink at any moment, and went barreling out into the open water, bumping over the waves and being baptized in salted spray. Some time later the dark hull of a large cargo ship loomed before us, its lights all but off, our pilot steering by the cast of the moon to find the swaying rope ladder hanging off the side. Angry words were exchanged in Spanish - well I guessed they were angry from the tone and once again cursed my short sightedness in realizing I was missing a lot of what was happening due to the language barrier. Under the cover of darkness, Bob and I were hustled aboard and stowed in a cramped, tiny room below deck. Within minutes of feeling the tremble of the engines reviving and getting underway, Bob got sea sick and started puking into the rusted metal bucket in the corner. I had to laugh and he was not amused. It was Bob’s turn to laugh when the crew master came down about an hour after we had gotten underway and he - and the rest of the men in need who had been at sea for weeks apparently and needed a fresh pussy ass to breed - fucked me one after the other. The cargo ship crew were eager to all slam fuck me raw and Bob just huddled in the corner -puking and smiling - as I begged to no avail for some white powder to snort in order to make their assault on my ass easier. I lost count of the number of men who bred me, but it was well over a dozen and yet I still wanted more. They were all quick fucks - nutt and bounce - and not a one of them challenged my hole or ass. My only hope was that some of them had some wild, exotic bug in which to infect me. I then fell asleep on the thin cot while Bob swayed in the chair in the corner, the metal bucket held to his chest as the roll of the seas continued to clean him out. I awoke a few hours later to a hard cuff to the head - Bob was standing over me, his dick out and raging, his palm piled with white powder, and an evil smile on his face. Clearly he was feeling better and had gotten his sea legs under him. I snorted, felt the welcome rush and burn, and sighed in pleasure as Bob started to pound my hole. That’s how the crew member found us when he brought us a meal - Bob balls deep in my ass. The tray with our bologna sandwiches was sat on the floor, the crew member tagged in, and Bob let him nutt my hole before he himself finished off inside me. I was ready to go back to sleep, but Bob pushed me off the cot so I had no choice but to curl up on the floor with just a backpack for a pillow. I desperately wanted to get out of the cabin but my hosts had made it clear with forceful gestures and by locking the door behind them, that Bob and I had to stay where we were. When Bob finally came to I was eager to get fucked again, but he just brushed me off, pulled a book out of his backpack, and started to read. I was so fucking bored! Finally the movement of the ship changed, new sounds could be heard, voices rang out in the corridor, Bob checked his watch, nodded, and packed up his things and said to me, “WELCOME TO CUBA - WE HAVE ARRIVED AT ENSENADA DE MARIMELENA.” I didn’t know if that was the city or what - and would later realize it was like the port section of Havana. Bob hefted his backpack over his shoulder, but not before handing me my ‘passport’ that had a small stack of U.S. $100 bills sticking out of it. Before we had left Miami Father Adelmo had explained, “You will have a passport that says you are Canadian. It will work for what we have planned, however if something goes wrong, the authorities in Cuba will be able to confirm it is not real and then - well let’s just say a Cuban jail is where you may spend your final days. You just follow Brother Roberto and do whatever he and anyone tells you, and all will be well my son.” Bob put his finger to his lips as a silent ‘shush’ order. A crew member came, we quickly made our way back out through the warren of the ship, up onto the dick, and I realized it was night. We had been at sea from dark to dark, although I had no idea the exact time as my watch, cell, and everything else had been left back in Miami. Bob huddled with someone near the rail of the ship. They exchanged a few, quiet words, a small stack of money was passed from Bob’s hands to the other’s with practiced ease and then Bob and I were surrounded by a couple guys front and back and were escorted down a wobbly gangplank and onto the dock below. From under the rim of my Marlin’s baseball cap - a gift from Bob - I could see we were in a port. There were trucks, cranes, some light, but not as much as I would have thought. At the bottom of the gangplank our group paused, a man in some sort of uniform looked us up and down, nodded, then turned and walked away. Bob and I were hustled to a large truck with wood railings, a tarp covering the top and most of the sides, and as we climbed up and bent forward I glanced back one last time wondering if I would make it home. For the first time I felt afraid - truly afraid - and stupid - but a rough shove and a few harsh words in Spanish made me move. Bob and I huddled at the front of the truck bed, boxes were placed between us and the back, someone banged the side of the truck and we started to move. Bob was cool, calm, and collected as the truck rumbled along. I had to ask myself, “Why was he here? What did he get out of this? Isn’t this an awful big risk for him too?” No sense asking Bob as I knew he would not answer. The sounds of the truck, port, and light traffic were the only sense I had of movement. While there were occasional flickers of light through the spaces between the tarp and the truck sides, we could not see anything, so I huddled close to Bob - silent and excited. The roads were bumpy; the exhaust from the truck muffler made the air gritty and foul, and my mind was whirling now with questions - where were we going, what was going to happen next, would I find El Dorado and the CRF19 virus? Some time later the truck slowed, Bob looked at me and pressed his finger to his lip again - ‘shush’ - and cocked his head as he leaned closer to the truck side while he listened. He nodded to himself, smiled, scooted forward a bit, and waited. The tailgate was unlatched, the truck body shifted as someone climbed up, boxes were moved and a small shaft of light pierced our hiding place. Bob jumped down, I followed, looked around, and we were parked behind a wooden building and the only light I could see was what came from the truck’s lights and the flashlight in the driver’s hand. The driver and Bob exchanged a few quiet words, Bob nodded, took the flashlight, grabbed my left arm and we started walking down a dirt road. I turned as the driver unlocked a door on the building and began pulling boxes off the truck. Only about 50 feet down the road Bob paused at a small, roadside shrine. It was white, about 3-feet high, with a few candle stubs in it. I had seen similar things in Mexico when I had spent a summer there, but there was usually a Virgin Mary statue too or something. Not here. Bob walked to the right of the shrine, and down an almost unseen path amidst the tall sugar cane field. He held the flashlight down so I had to look at the ground to make sure I did not fall or stumble. We walked for about 10 minutes and then I heard something - voices? Bob led us through a small copse of trees and into a break in the growth where outlined against the starry sky was a small building. Bob made his way to the door, knocked, paused, knocked again and waited. A lock was moved, the door slid silently open and a small candle flame flickered in the hand of the man who had opened the door. Bob spoke with him briefly, we were ushered in, the door closed and relocked. The flashlight in Bob’s hand made a loud CLICK as he turned it off. There was shuffling; the lone candle flame moved to our left, another was lit, then another, and more in turn. As the candles went up in flame I gasped a little and took a step back. The far wall was covered almost floor to ceiling with dozens of statues and small icons. Some dressed in robes and gold, others in tattered cloth. There were several tables around the edges of the room, all with half-melted candles, pictures, more statues, and other things I had no idea what they were. In the middle of the floor was a wooden table that had feathers, offal, and puddles of what looked like dried blood on the top, down the sides, and splattered on the ground around it. I’ve watched enough TV to realize this was some voodoo or Santeria set up and I took a step backwards towards the door. Bob grabbed my arm and squeezed hard - either in reassurance or warning - I was not sure. Either way I froze and watched as the man who had let us in continued to move around the room, but now he was humming and mumbling as he did so. The room was ablaze in candlelight now and the man now moved on to lighting herbs, incense, and bowls of what looked like potpourri. I was sweating profusely, and getting more nervous, but Bob’s tight grip kept me planted. The man then came and spoke with Bob, who handed his backpack to me with a “Don’t fucking move!” look, then he and the man hefted the wooden table that was in the middle of the room and carried it to a far corner. The man dug around a pile of things on a table, picked up what looked like a huge piece of white chalk, walked back to where the table was, and in a steady chant paced around the room five times, then walked back to the middle, took a stride forward, stopped, then bent over and began drawing. He drew the outline of a large triangle in the dirt, with some squiggly type lines in each corner. He appeared careful not to step inside the triangle, or touch the lines once drawn, and when completed, he then went to a cabinet, pulled out two handfuls of large, white and red pillar candles, and began carefully setting them into the dirt at various points around the outside of the triangle. He had to make several trips to the cabinet as he set a cluster of five red candles at each point. I was fidgety as hell now and started to ask Bob if I could go piss, but his silent ‘shush’ finger stopped me. The man then took off his shirt, took off his pants, and in just his underwear walked around the room a few more times chanting. He then grabbed a bottle off a table, took a mouthful, and spit it out in a spray. My eyes followed him as he did that in each corner of the room, towards each wall where the various statues and things were set, and then he walked toward us - stopped in front of Bob and spit the mist of liquid right into Bob’s face - took a swig - then spit into mine. I scrunched my eyes and forced myself not to flinch. It smelled like liquor and I reached up to wipe my eyes, but Bob slapped them away. Fuck. The man then went back to the table, poured several things into a plastic cup, walked back to us and handed it to me. I looked at the concoction - it was thick, milky white, and chunky looking. I questioningly looked at him, then Bob, with a, “You want me to drink this?” look. The man nodded, I took a sip, and wanted to retch. It tasted like sour yogurt and dirt and cow shit. I would have handed the cup back right then, but the look on both their faces told me I better not. I upended the cup and swallowed the contents and grimaced. The man took the cup and went back to his chanting. I felt flush - the room began to spin - I heard lots of voices, or animals, or was that music? I felt Bob’s hands holding me, his voice chanting softly in my ear, new voices were added, and as I slumped to the dirt floor more hands were on me as my eyes fluttered and the spinning grew fast and faster. My eyelids felt heavy, weighted, but with great concentration I was able to open them a sliver. I MIGHT HAVE SCREAMED OR RUN IF I COULD, BUT I WAS IMMOBILE. My mind demanded action, yet my body was stiff, unmoving, unfeeling, like I was a tree firmly rooted to the Earth. Angling my eyes right – the only part of my 200+ bones and 600+ muscles that seemed to respond - I could see the naked body of a man, his massive dick swaying in time to chanting, and as the crescendo of the voices peaked, he bent down to look at me and that’s when I tried to scream. He had a goat’s face with golden, spiked horns. The goat man moved, the chanting grew, I could see another man, another monster dick, and when he bent down to look at me it was a bull’s face with a thick, gold ring through his nose. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The bull moved out of my sightline, the chanting grew louder and I could see another man, another giant dick with a deformed head, and when he bent down and looked at me it was a dog’s face with golden, yellow eyes. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The dog moved out of my sightline, the chanting grew louder and I could see another man, another dick even larger than the others, and when he bent down and looked at me it was a horse’s face with golden teeth. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The horse moved out of my sightline, the chanting echoed, changed pace, grew louder, faster, and louder still. I could see another man, another dick that put all the others to shame and it was ringed in gold, ridged, studded, the metal shining like a brilliant sun in the dim candle light. When he bent down and looked at me I wanted to sigh in relief - human - yet he was not a man. He was a fleshless, gold skull, a skeleton. I wanted to scream. Brother Roberto, a.k.a. Bob, was standing to the right of my head now. He was kneeling and crossing himself in prayer. His eyes were closed tight like he too was afraid of what I was seeing. Hooves and claws raked my flesh, the taste of bile and iron filled my mouth. There was a brilliant flash of light and then a scorching pain as my flesh was peeled back to allow entry by these men who would sacrifice my body - and theirs - to their zoolatry ritual. Was I floating off the ground? Was I on the table? My legs were raised back and up, but how? The goat man’s phallus pierced my ass and suddenly every nerve in my body was firing. Pain, fear, agony, ecstasy, all joined in chorus as the chanting suddenly grew distant and far aware. The penis felt much like the shape of man’s but bigger, firmer, sharper. The goat head got close to mine. Its eyes were totally black, as were its lips, which seemed to be moving. The hair was white, short, and matted and the golden horns glowed brighter as it fucked me. The harder it fucked, the more my sides hurt where it’s hooves dug in my white flesh. As he climaxed, the goat man threw his head back, bellowed a sound of primal release, then looked at me with now blood-red eyes, spat in my face, and as the last of his seed flooded my hole the goat head bent down and bit my flesh. The man bull’s head was so large I could see nothing else. His dick was bulbous on the end, and as inch after inch wound its way inside my guts I felt sure he would push through my back. The wide nostrils flared and the gold ring that pierced them caught clusters of snot as it dripped out if his nostrils with every grunt and thrust inside me. His hair was tawny brown, and the skin of his nose the blackest of black. The bellow he made when he released in my ass harmonized perfectly with the rising chants and splattered me with a mist of snot. Having filled me with his measure, the bull tilted his head; a blood-red eye seared my soul as his teeth found their mark. The dog man’s deformed head and knot stretched me wide, and kept inflating, and I thought me might never stop. His top lip curled up and down in time with the chanting and the strokes of his dick while his claws cut my flesh. The ears were laid back, the golden yellow eyes widened and focused then widened again as he yipped, snarled, and growled. The high-pitched howl he let loose when he filled me with cum pierced my eardrums like a nail and sounded in opposition to the symbiotic chants. His incisors also found their mark, drawing more of my life force out, which dripped to the packed earth below. The stallion’s penis was unbearably large, blunt, and where the dog man seemed to be content once his knot had entered, I was now a mare filled beyond a man’s measure as the flared head ripped my insides deeper and deeper. The dark black eyes, set against the lighter coal hair, were offset by the startling gold colored teeth, which snapped and clicked and clacked as the head swung side to side. When the stallion finally reared in carnal joy my abdomen swelled and the earth was marked anew as he finally withdrew, but not before ensnaring my flesh between his golden teeth. The chanting slowed, the volume turned down to hardly a whisper. My vision was clouded further as the smoky haze in the room thickened and swirled like the birth of cyclone. THE GOLDEN SKULL HUNG IN THE AIR OVER ME, DISEMBODIED, SOLITARY, AND ADRIFT IN A PLANE OF THE DYING. The bonds that held me firm constricted, it was hard to breath, and with barely any movement, the golden skull extended his primal force, his golden spiked and ridged dick finding my already brutalized hole, and he entered in one stroke. My internal organs shut down. My body faced death - inside and out. My ass was stretched wider, gaped, explored impossibly deeper and shredded by the golden teeth that on the skull head did not move; yet inside me they chewed, gnawed, and consumed my flesh. Had I died? Was I in hell? No, it felt too good for that. The golden skull’s dick fucked me deep - raw - hard - rough. My body was at his mercy, and no mercy was given. I would have smiled if I could have. A voice resonated then through my body, my bones themselves vibrating with the timber of the baritone chords, “Death stroke requires blood.” What the fuck did that mean? I didn’t have time to ponder, as the next thing I remember is asking myself why was Bob angry? I could hear it in his voice. Who was grabbing me? What was going on? My mind raced in a sprint, flooded by flashes of the past - what had it been? Hours, minutes, days? I didn’t know, but still, my body did not move to my neural commands. Why was I paralyzed still? I gurgled as liquid was poured down my throat and reflexively swallowed. Bob was still angry. Firm hands lifted me, jostled me, I felt like I was in a tilt-a-whirl at the county fair, and faster and faster I spun until...the next thing I remember was the taste of that foul drink I had taken before - the same rotten yogurt shit. UGH! More firm hands, more jostling, more of Bob’s angry voice. In the dim light I could see the pinky finger on my left hand. It felt like a mountain was on me, yet I knew that was silly. The tip of my pinky twitched and I was elated. I was alive. I could move. OK, well not MOVE move, but neurons were firing and my body was reacting. I tried to roll over, but the pressing body held firm, embedded inside me, his dick hooked in my ass like a lure to a trout. Bob kneeled by my head, he rubbed my cheek, smiled and said, “WE ARE GOING HOME.” HE PAUSED, NODDED TOWARDS THE MAN ON MY BACK WHO WAS BURIED IN MY ASS AND WHISPERED IN HOLY WONDER, "USTED ENCONTRÓ EL DORADO" - TRANSLATION - “YOU FOUND EL DORADO.” THE ANGEL OF DEATH HAD WRAPPED ME IN HIS WINGS. Stay Tuned for Part 5- (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

1995 Ever find yourself needing a quiet place to go where you can just think? I do...and my favorite places are empty construction sites, abandoned buildings and deserted industrial parks. I just like to sit or stroll and work stuff out. Places like this fuel story ideas that I use in my artwork and writing. Eventually, one of these places get too familiar so I have to go seek out new ones. I found a new one recently. It was an abandoned business area that also seemed to in the process of demolition and rebuilding/remodeling. It was a huge, nonsensical mess of concrete slabs. They were each about 7' x 9'. Some were standing upright and some were horizontal. The arrangement seemed fairly random and my guess is that it was going to be a parking garage. I'd visited enough construction sites to pick up a few things. I wandered through it all like I was in a maze or something. It was nice weather, very quiet and boring enough to give my brain a chance to go through all the thoughts I'd collected that day. I was 26, living like a monk and only successful enough in my chosen career to avoid homelessness. I thought about moving. I thought about getting my car's oil changed and my credit score. After I'd sifted through all of that, I concentrated on a story idea I'd had. It was about twin girls who were in the middle of a field during a tornado. They were young and more amazed by the sight of the storm than they were scared of it. I meandered through this makeshift labyrinth for maybe 40 minutes before the only ending I could come up was both of them dying. Nah. It was time to think of a new story. That would take time and I could already feel my face getting sunburned. Time to go. I just had to find my way back. Suddenly, I didn't feel alone. And it's possible I saw movement from the corner of my eye. Maybe not. I'd cranked my imagination up too high, and it was time to switch brains and find a way back to my car. I channeled my dad who was had all the logic and common sense in the family. He'd know how to get out of here. I swear I saw another shadow move near me. These kind of places were sometimes haunted by bums and drug addicts, so I quickened my pace. Eventually, I was at a clearing and could see my car parked on the street. Thank God! I made it home and cranked the air-conditioning because I was sweating like crazy. As soon as I was home, I stripped out of my clothes and jumped in the shower right away. Afterwards, I picked up my damp clothes to put them in the hamper. That's when I saw a medium-sized post it on the back of my shirt. I wiped the moisture out of my eyes and read it: YOU DIDN'T FINISH THE MAZE!!! COME BACK TOMORROW AT THE SAME TIME AND YOU MIGHT REACH THE END AND FINALLY GET YOUR PRIZE! Oh Hell. There had been somebody there and they managed to get close enough to put a note on my back. As creepy as it was, I was also intrigued...and wondering if this could lead to a story. I had a few cold beers, thought about this possible story and eventually fell asleep in front of the TV. I got up in the late morning and wanted to sit at my computer. Maybe the twins in a tornado story could be salvaged. I pecked out a paragraph or two until I noticed the time. Time to find my maze again. I put a travel-sized plastic bottle of sunblock in the front pocket of my shorts. I found the place again and it looked less-confusing than before. I could see the end of it was on the far West side. Maybe my prize would be a big box of cash! I forgot about the tornado twins as I maneuvered my way through the concrete slabs a little less aimlessly. I could the top of the nearby building and knew I was making my way West. By now I had convinced myself that my prize was big money. Almost there. I found myself in a dead end. But it wasn't completely dead. There was a homeless dude squatting against the wall, and he appeared to be nude. No clothes and no shoes and longish black hair. I stood there silently, in somewhat of a breathless shock. Time to leave! Before I could turn all the way around, he spoke. "Congratulations! You win!" I looked as he stood up to his full height which was at least 6'6". He was skinny and covered with tattoos. And his long dick was fully hard and pointing straight out. Most of his tats looked pretty scribbled. but the one in the middle of his stomach was big, distinct and almost professional-looking. It was the biohazard symbol. I'm not stupid -- I knew what he meant by "prize" now. It was way worse than a stash of money. I didn't even try to find my way out at this point. He obviously knew the maze better than I did. I was pretty much trapped. "Aren't you happy?" "Not really", I choked on my answer. "Why? I want you to be excited. And you're excited a little. I can tell". Shit. I was. My dick was half hard. I walked up to me in two long strides and kissed me right on the mouth. He smelled like clean sweat and something else pungent that I couldn't name. "Take off your clothes to claim your prize". He was smiling ear-to ear. And I did. I was naked. Naked in here at the end of the maze with poz stranger. He wrapped my up in his tall, lean nakedness and kissed the top of my head. He fiddled around with my clothes. I thought he was going to prepare something for us to lie down on, but he was actually just going through the pockets of my shorts. He didn't find my wallet because I'd forgotten it home, but he did find that mini bottle of sunscreen. "Perfect!" He opened the cap and started rubbing the cream up and down his engorged penis. He watched me watching him jack off a little. "Oh. It's close now". he said, still smiling broadly. Then he pushed me face first to the ground. Before I could even form a thought, he pried my bare legs open a little and then poked that dick oh his inside of my hole. Goddamn, it hurt! But as he settled his whole body on top of me, I felt somewhat more peaceful. He was pumping in and out of me and I only briefly worried about the consequences. I couldn't evade them now - no matter what. That realization gave me peace as he soon came. He stayed on top of me and breathed heavily onto the back of my neck. "Time to dress and go home, winner. Take your prize and go home".

On Friday I got bred by a Versatile stud off Adam4Adam. Usually don't get hit on by Versatile guys. Too many guys who claim to be Versatile, turn out to be more Bottom. This guy hit me up and asked if he could bring his load over and deposit it in my cunt. This guy had an awesome 8 inch cock with a PA. He was rock hard and fucked me deep, filling me with his jiz. Nice guy, awesome cock. Hope to add him to my stable of regular breeders. Later a fuck bud hit me up and wanted to breed me too. I asked him if he'd be down for some pump and dump fantasy and he said OK. I left the door unlocked, covered my torso and face and left my ass in the air. My hole all open and lubed. He came in, got naked, fucked my pussy deep and hard and squirted his jiz deep in me cunt, several times. I left all the loads in me and went to work. Later I could feel their cum dripping between my ass cheeks. Awesome being in public, knowing that I had several loads in me from 2 different guys.

I thought I'd share a true experience from my past. Tried to post this as a blog first but somehow that failed. Recently I reminisced about the two year period between 1998 and 2000 when I worked in US. My employer sent me to the Boston area to work on a project. I would spend six to seven weeks in the States, and then fly home for two weeks, and then return to the States for another six or seven weeks, and so on. Such was that two year period. Initially while in the States I would stay at the Embassy Suites in Marlborough, Mass., but at some point I switched to a suite hotel in Chelmsford. (I can't remember the name but by the photos looks like what is now County Chelmsford, although I think it had a different name when I stayed there.) So there I was: in my 30s, single, and horny as fuck all the time. Apart from work there was not much to do. Sometimes I visited the mall a bit further up the highway (I-95, exit 37?) ogling the hot guys in their "American look" of cargo shorts, t-shirts or polo and baseball caps, a style which I found really hot (and which, I might add, a style which is now common in NL, but not so much back then). Soon I adopted the same look, at least while in Massachusetts, and while not at work. If I may say so, I definitely looked hot. This was in the early days of internet and I only knew gay.com and cruisingforsex.com as possibilities in the US to hook up. I had to be careful because I didn't know what the IT guys could see what I was doing on my company laptop but I took the risk sometimes. I couldn't really host at the Embassy. Even though it was a reasonably big hotel the staff knew me by my first name from all the time I was spending there. And colleagues would stay there too. I could not run the risk of word getting back to the company that I was exhibiting 'indecent behavior'. Anyhow, I think I was on cruisingforsex.com when I received a message from Robert. My profile contained some pics of my smooth bubble butt, and stated I was looking for tops in the area. Robert responded saying he was a Daddy, hosting for sex at his place on Friday nights, and that he liked to watch guys fuck. Did I want to get laid and was I interested? I can't remember exactly but I think he was located in Hudson (Newton first came to mind but I now think that is too far away). At first I hesitated, but took him up on his offer, not knowing what to expect. He gave me the address and told me to be there around 8:00 PM on Friday. Not really knowing the area I had some difficulties finding the place so I was late and showed up at this bungalow around 8.30. He was a Daddy alright. In his 60s, white bearded cigar smoking Daddy. I was nervous as hell. So we made small talk at first and he kept pouring whiskeys to make me more comfortable, commenting I was a hottie, and that he would find some guys to come over to fuck. The next hour he spend on the phone on a gay sex chat line. He always started with "This is Robert. I am a Daddy. There is this hot Dutch bottom looking for loads. Are you interested?" Within an hour he had three guys, gave them his address and told me they were on their way. All the time he was on the phone I was on the couch watching a porn video, downing whiskeys to get rid of my nerves and getting hornier with each glass. Add poppers to that and I went into slut mode. First guy showed up 30 minutes later. Average Joe but nice cock. Sucked him a bit first then he lubed me up and fucked me on the couch. Robert was watching us fuck all the while on the phone trying to find other guys. Guy shot his load within minutes, dressed and left. Didn't even know his name. From then on until 2:00 AM guys came and went. In total I took care of eight to ten guys. Naturally there were a number of flakes. I was pretty drunk by that time even if it didn't show, felt like a total slut and loved it. Some were a bit put off by the "old guy" watching but none walked away (it was more or less anon for them anyway) and all dumped their load in my ass. No talk of condoms. A few were in and out the door quickly, most took much longer. Sometimes the next guy arrived when I still had a dick up my ass. All the while Robert was on the phone and in between chats encouraging the guys, urging "Fuck his ass!", and "Load him up!" At 2:00 AM Robert's much younger boyfriend (who was around my age) came home. He looked at me but didn't say anything and they retired to their bedroom. He had probably seen this before. Robert had told me I could sleep on the couch being too intoxicated to drive. Also told me Steve, the guy who rented the room upstairs, would be coming home from his work shift around 4:00 AM, but recommended I stay away from "that nasty piece of work." I woke up when I felt someone trying to stuff his dick in my mouth. BIG dick! It wasn't the BF. Still boozed up and still horny I just opened my mouth and sucked. Then I heard him whisper "come upstairs." Notwithstanding Robert's warning, I followed him up the staircase to his room. And I can honestly say I absolutely loved this "nasty piece of work." He was a rough, hard fucker, who planted two consecutive loads in my cummy hole. Afterwards I discretely went back downstairs. In the morning, Robert's BF still asleep, Robert and I had a coffee. Steve came up in the conversation, and I denied having played with him. Later I drove back to my hotel, all the while feeling increasingly horny as I replayed the evening's activities. This was a first of many Friday evenings/nights spent at Robert's place over those two years. I couldn't go if colleagues were staying at the hotel (as we were expected to socialize) but when I had the weekend for myself I would drive over to his place. He always managed to get guys to come over and fuck me, one time more than the other. While Robert watched each fuck session, he never participated. Some guys showing up I thought to be quite hot, and I received phone numbers from a few of the guys. I once even spent a weekend with a hot top I met at Robert's Boston apartment. The hot and his friend spent all Saturday evening and night taking turns on my ass. Several came back to fuck "the Dutch guy." Even the BF fucked me a few times when he came home at 2:00 AM, particularly after it was clear I had become a regular visitor. He never said terribly much, he just fucked and afterwards retired to the bedroom he shared with Robert. And, of course, Steve was always there for a "nightcap fuck" when Robert and BF were already sleeping. I don't think Robert ever found out about Steve fucking my cum filled sloppy hole when he was asleep. I don't recall how many cocks and loads I took on those Friday nights for two years but certainly the tally was several dozen. Not until years later, when the internet became more developed, did I learn about guys who like to whore-out other guys. Only then I realised there was a name for it and I had been whored out by Robert in Massachusetts in those two years..... And had loved it! Later I thought that maybe there had been a hidden camera recording those fuck sessions but I never saw anything on internet and he never mentioned it. After the project was completed I did not get to return to Boston until two years later. I tried to get in touch with Robert again but his phone was disconnected and email didn't seem to work. That time I stayed at a hotel in Chelmsford. It was easier to hook up then at the hotel as I was alone and my room was located on the ground floor next to the back entrance so guys could come in unnoticed by staff, but there I never reached the level of sluttiness as I had at Robert's place.

Let me share my story of my first time knowingly getting fucked by a poz guy and taking that load… it was SO fun! I had been taking cocks bareback for a few years but was constantly worried about the chance of getting “it”. I always asked my top if he was “clean” and “DDF” but I’m well aware that men lie about such things to have sex! Many times, after meeting someone I’d worry whether the hot bare cock that had just fucked my willing ass and unloaded in me might actually be shooting charged loads. As you might have guessed, I’m a bottom, and was torn between my love of feeling a hard raw cock erupt in my ass and fill me with a hot load and the inherent danger of that very act. I’m certainly not the first guy to struggle with this issue, nor will I be the last….and soon found I had plenty of company. I’ve always loved reading accounts of hot man to man sex, and I stumbled across some very hot stories others had written regarding their experiences of being neg and getting naked, nasty and fucking raw with a poz guy or poz guys that had their way with a neg hole. To my surprise, my reaction when reading these tales was not one of disgust or bewilderment about why one would do such a thing, instead time and time again I found my hand wrapped around my rock hard throbbing cock! Soon I was seeking out more stories regarding such fun, even tho I didn’t realize at the time where this newfound obsession of mine would lead. After months of finding and reading those hot reading stories, I realized I was at a crossroads. I knew I would never give up getting fucked bare so I had to accept the risk, even the certainty that someday I would get the bug. Strangely, I found that as I made the choice to accept my fate I was quite at peace with that decision… even somewhat excited with the possibility! I decided to do some exploring. I knew I had an upcoming business trip during which I would have some time to play, so I did some online research. I checked several of my favorite sites for poz tops in my destination city and sent messages to some of them saying what a hot profile they had and that I would be in town for a few days and wanted to play. Several responded but one in particular caught my attention. He was about my age (early 40s) and in good shape, nice looking, a top and poz. I wrote back and told him bluntly that I was neg, love getting fucked bare and was looking for a willing poz top that would take my neg ass and fuck me and fill me with his hot cum so I wouldn’t be a “virgin” anymore to poz cocks. Being very upfront with him, I let him know I’d not blame him if I did indeed get the bug from him and he replied with a picture of his thick 8.5” cut cock and the message “here’s a pic of my cock… do you think you’d like to get your first poz load from it?” Gazing at that photo, I felt mesmerized… and my answer was “YES!” I arrived in his city and on the day we planned to meet I called him and made arrangements to get together at my hotel. Happily, he was quite punctual and being ever the gentleman he brought a bottle of wine. I had gotten myself cleaned up and ready prior to his arrival, and was wearing only a jockstrap as we sat drinking the wine and talking about life in general. After a few glasses, he stood and motioned for me to come to him… and we began to kiss. He started rubbing my ass, and teasing my crack and asked me if I was sure this was what I wanted. My answer was to begin to undress him, slowly and easily dropping his clothes to the floor as our kissing became more urgent. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down as his hard cock popped free and prodded my navel… I could already feel his precum making his cockhead slick as it ground against my stomach. I felt like a nervous virgin, waiting for what was to cum, knowing things would never be the same after this night and so ready for it! He guided my head downward and I licked my way from his neck to his crotch as opened my new bottle of poppers, getting myself ready for my first taste of poz cock. I took two big hits from the poppers and OOOOH! What good poppers they were! I started licking the precum from his cockhead… it made me delirious with lust! I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried his cock in the back of my throat and lost myself in the pure pleasure of hot mansex as I sucked him and pleasured that hot hard cock. I could tell from the amount of precum he was pumping and his hardness that he was very excited as well, and wasn’t surprised when he soon told me to get on the bed and lie on my back. I hit my poppers again and he crawled between my open legs and kissed me again and began to work my nipples, pulling and twisting them, sending powerful waves of sexual energy thru my body… I was his for the taking and he knew it! I could feel his rock hard poz cock bouncing off of mine, leaving traces of wetness where it hit my cock which was harder than I had been in years. He looked me in the eye and again asked me “are you sure you want this to happen?” I looked deeply into him and said “YES… please fuck me!” He grinned and told me to take a couple of very deep hits on my poppers while he rubbed lube on my crack and hole, then onto his reddish purple cock. I fell back onto the bed, high on poppers and panting for him to plant his dick in me. He whispered in my ear “You have me so fucking horny, I’m going to cum very soon once I get inside you… but we’ll rest a bit afterwards and our second round will be even hotter!” He lined his cock up to my hole and told me to get ready as he pushed his cockhead into my eager and waiting ass! I hit the poppers one more time as I felt him stretch me open and his cockhead slide in… then as he bottomed out in my ass, I pleaded with him to “FUCK ME!” He began to pump into me, soon pulling almost all the way out only to pound his cock back into me, and after only a few moments, I was begging like the cumslut I am for him to do it! “FUCK me, harder!” “BREED my ass, do me… fill my ass with that POZ LOAD! FUCK FUCK FUCK this is HOT!!!!!” He didn’t say a word… just grasped my waist and shoved into me and fucked me so hard he lifted my ass from the bed as he groaned! UUUUHHHHNNNGNGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!! I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in DEEP as I felt his cock EXPLODE in my hole! He pumped into me, and I could feel his huge hard raw cock spasming as he gasped for air as his poz cum filled my fuckhole! He collapsed next to me and we fell into a deep, trancelike state and napped for a while as we recovered. Soon I felt his cock begin to stir and harden against my asscheeks and I reached back and played with his balls and stroked his shaft, knowing that there was more to come. He began to kiss the back of my neck and play gently with my nipples as he rubbed his cock up and down my crack. His nipple play became more aggressive… roughly pulling and twisting again and again as I began to thrash about. I grabbed his hands, keeping them on my nipples as he continued to work me all the while rubbing his ever hardening raw cock between the meaty cheeks of my ass! Not a word was said… he grasped my hips and rolled me over and onto my hands and knees, got behind me and prepared to put his now rock hard cock back into my waiting ass! All our rolling about, thrashing and nipple play and done a lot to get him UP! His precum had made me quite wet again and I still had an ass full of the best lube there is… CUM! I could feel his cockhead at my eager hole again… and quickly and easily he was balls deep in me, starting more slowly this time as he massaged my back, waist and ass. He soon grabbed my hips and began to pick up the pace as I hit my bottle of poppers again and again, moaning and begging for his big cock to “FUCK ME!” Nothing else mattered at that point… only his cock and my hole, and the pleasure of raw fucking!!!! I was again high on the poppers and sex, wanting to please him and let him pump my hole for as long as he desired and he made good on his promise… the second round was long, hard and HOT! My entire world came down to his cock slamming into me as his balls bounced against me… my rock hard cock slapping off my stomach, splattering myself with my own sex lube, lost in the sensation of absolute lust and pure sex! I could feel the change in him, as his need became more urgent… more aggressive… he was getting close again, ready to seed my neg hole with his toxic cum! His low growl became louder as I fucked back onto his poz shaft, working it and trying to milk that HOT cum from his balls one more time! I arched my ass up and into him and that’s all it took… he moaned “OOOOH YEAH!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!” and I felt him begin spurting into me again and the pure HOTNESS of the scene overwhelmed me and I shot my load all over the hotel bed and my chest. “Fuck yeah is RIGHT!” I told him as we collapsed onto the bed again!! He grinned ear to ear, and asked if I wanted a repeat before I left town, to which I replied “HELL yes!” He winked and asked if I was open to a threeway as he knew a friend of his that would love to breed me as well… I just smiled, kissed him and said… “What do YOU think?! We laughed and he reached for his phone to call his friend….

An update for drscorpio ;-) A couple of days passed since Ross’s humiliation and with Liam ignoring all of his attempts at contact he is now firmly part of our relationship by simply not leaving. Not that we are complaining having a fit lad share our bed especially as he is permanently horny and looking to plant his Poz seed in any hole. A face-to-face sit down discussion about our feelings for one another, future plans and perhaps most importantly, what to do now we are all Poz was emotionally charged with shouting, laughing and tears. Long story short, Grahame contrite and full of apologies tried to promise to “be a good boy and be monogamous” between us but he and I both knew that would never happen and with a joint bank account and mortgage we were as good as married so agreed to a trial ‘open’ arrangement. Liam on the other hand was the exact opposite, being younger he had romantic ideals of first love not knocked out of him by the rigors of heartbreaks and so could not and would not forgive Ross for cheating. Days passed for weeks and bit by bit Liam moved more of his things in to our house and with communication with Ross limited to a minimum due to the rawness of feelings. I’m almost certain he dragged moving items out so he could wait to see if Ross ended-up 'pregnant'. Liam kept trying to time his visits to when the flat would be empty…that was until he found Ross in bed hacking cough, drenched in sweat, frozen cold, burning up and shivering all at once. Even though he felt like crap, Ross held out his arms for a reassuring cuddle, some human contact…or was it a more basic craving for more of that potent cock? “Please Lee?” “You always thought with that piece of meat between your legs and driven by your slutty hole, look where that has gotten us now. I loved you once, I can’t do it again” Liam’s resolve however was broken by the pleading in Ross’s eyes by sitting down and pulling him into a hug and that hug led to… …After Liam left Grahame received a series of text messages. He drove over. We fucked, hard, angry hard. I was not 100% into it coz felt so shitty. But I was rewarded with two more loads of that magic jizz. Afterwards he held me as another hot flash/chill cycle began. It felt so good having someone hold me as I sweated and shook with chills. I fucked up and he got revenge as clearly there is a viral war underway though out my body. Guess that war was started by the man who held me so gently just now feeling the results of his virus invading me. When Liam finally got ‘home’ he jumped in the shower and for ages let the water cleanse his guilt and once in bed with us for the first time there was no connection by hard cocks in our spooning. I was too choked to speak, jealous, pissed that he had fucked Ross and simply hurting for the situation we were all in. It was Grahame who spoke first, calmly and in a round about way letting Liam know we knew what had happened. “We hear Ross has come down with flu” “Yep, got what he deserved. Good night.” “Hey c’om you can’t leave it there” I managed to get out, “How do you feel about Ross now he’s ill?” “I, I, I’m confused part of me is soooo happy the shit had it coming to him, whilst part of me is sad we are finished” there’s a pause; my heart is thumping in my chest. ”But mostly I am super excited about us!” We rollover for a group hug and as Liam wriggles free says, “I don’t know what happen, I could not help myself Ross wanted comforting and all I did was fuck his brains out”, and with a cheeky grin, “Twice! I got off on knowing I'm impregnating him with my poz sperm and that will find its way into all the other men that Ross fucks.” “I’m sorry guys I feel like I cheated on you” and the tears began to flow Strangely a boy in tears I find erotic as my dick pumped with each heartbeat to full size on a mission I roll Liam on to his side as Grahame kisses and tweaks, pulls and pinches his pert nipples. A sharp “Ooch” lets him know it’s too hard but it’s my signal to push inside his welcoming asshole nice and smooth followed with urgent rapid thrusting, his deep satisfied moaning tells me I’m hitting the right places too, which means it's almost impossible for me not to shoot. After about 10 or 15 minutes of the most intense fucking, I can't hold out any longer and shoot rope after rope of toxic jizz. I’m so turned on that I stay hard particularly as every time I slid back in we could hear these amazing sloppy squishy noises. Soon after, I feel his ass muscles clamp down on my oozing cock as he fires off all over Grahame the bed sheets and himself. As I pull out, a little cum dribbled out of his used hole, it’s nice to know this bottom shot a load so big some of it was spilling out of his hole. We collapse in a sticky heap, don’t bother to clean up or shower but well set-up for a good night’s sleep

That is too nice of a dick to not get used. Wow

Woke up from last night still feeling frisky, so grabbed my phone and logged on a certain app. Get a msg "hi, wanna fuck?" From a new guy. We chat/make arrangements, I go over to his place. Nice thick cock! Kinda like a meat wedge! We make out we suck each other's cock'. Then we start fucking, the dude bred me like a whore! He even called me one. After I don't how long of fucking me he cums , he stayed semi hard and in my ass. He started licking my ear and I felt his cock grow and harden up to full mast while in me. He bred me again! Both times he was biting the back of my neck like a rabbit or something! I laid there for a few minutes and felt the cum dribble out my hole and down my ball sack. Was a good day.

I agree 100-fucking-percent negparis! Versbbguy you ALWAYS make me horny for poz cum...and more!

Fresh out of high school, cruising around late at night in my small southern hometown I saw something that turned me on in a way nothing had before. This was all before the internet but I had heard that guys hung around the clock tower at night. Who and what they did was left up in the air but in my mind I had to find out. I would drive up the hill and circle around but never saw anything or anyone. It didn’t stop me from going back though and one night as I rounded the tower I saw a man standing there. I quickly drove the loop again but this time I didn’t see anyone. Another loop and then another and then I saw him again. A black man standing just in the shadows and he was completely naked. Another quick drive around the loop and as I approached I saw him again. He was truly naked standing at the base of the clock tower mostly in the shadows but I could tell he was stroking his cock. I quickly parked and walked around the base of the clock tower. I was scared and excited and it was like electricity was jumping off me. There was a door at the far side of the tower and it was pushed open and I saw him in there stroking his cock. I stopped and watched and then he motioned me in. At the time it felt like the bravest thing I ever did walking in there. He was college aged and solid like a football player. My eyes were on that cock. It was cut and big, bigger than I had ever seen in person before. I reached out and stroked it as he leaned in to kiss me. Then his hands were on my shoulders and he was pushing me to my knees and that cock in my mouth. He moaned as I licked and sucked that big black cock of his. He had some poppers and had me sniff them and then he bent me over and licked my ass. He grabbed my cheeks and spread them wide as he buried his tongue in my ass. The poppers, this hot naked black man, and the whole situation had me so excited I could hardly stand it. He handed me the poppers and said take more and I felt the head of the biggest cock I had ever seen in person rubbing against my hole. He teased a bit but then he forced that big black cock into me and kept going until I had every blessed inch. He fucked like only the young do—hard and rough. I knew I was just a hole for him and that turned me on even more. He grabbed my hips and plowed into me over and over. He was hitting spots inside me that were making my legs weak and shake. As his strokes increased I knew he was getting close and with a final hard shove he buried that big black cock—biggest cock I had ever seen in person—into me and unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum. He pulled out fingered my ass a bit and brought some of his load to my lips and kissed me. Then he was gone. I was standing there half naked, late at night, ass dripping cum and the biggest fucking smile. I never saw him—or anyone—at the clock tower after that but I always make the loop when I am back in town and remember the black man that gave one of the best experiences ever.

Picture it. 2005. My spouse and I, 20 years of togetherness. Both of us are HIV neg. We bareback each other, and are generally monogamous except for when we play together (or on my occasional side trysts to the ABS or sex grounds at the local park). Anyhow, we were on vacation In Hawaii, specifically in Oahu. Vacation means, well, vacation. On the occasions I can get my usually-very-vanilla-husband to do anything different, vacation can be a good time, especially as we are both more relaxed when away from home. I’m definitely the kinkier, and likely the hornier of the two of us, so I had done my research. In the past when traveling we've visited sex clubs in New York, Prague, Hong Kong, and Dallas, but on this occasion, when driving across Oahu, I suggested we stop at an adult bookstore in Wahiawa about which I had read interesting reviews. As it was mid-day, I thought it might be a long shot, but as the place was quite literally on our route around the island, there wasn't any downside to stopping in. Upon entering the place we found the typical ABS set up: a register with some retail shelves up front, and in back there was a small hallway off of which was a line of doors for each of the numerous individual viewing booths. The place was small and clean, but it was empty. So we waited. After some time we heard some movement and the soundtrack from a video emanating from the only occupied booth. So we waited so more. After some more time, I was getting bored, especially knowing we had a relatively busy day planned, so I suggested to my spouse "Hey, why don’t we go into adjoining booths, and I’ll blow you through the glory hole in between the two booths?" He liked that idea, probably because I don't usually particularly enjoy sucking his dick as he almost never comes that way, so it turns-out feeling too much like work, or sort of like what I imagined foreplay with a woman would be like. In any event I don't often blow him, but under the circumstances it seemed like the best way to salvage the visit, and, after all, fair is fair. He goes in the booth at the end of the hall, and I slip into the next one, still no one in sight. I scrape the chair out of my way and I’m down on my knees. He unzips, pulls his flaccid dick out, puts his crotch to the hole. Mine for the taking. I hear him pressing buttons trying to find a video he likes. I don’t care what’s on my screen. There’s a gay movie on and the moaning and sex sounds are perfect. God I love these places. My bf likes to be blown slow, especially at first. So I fondle his dick. I smell it. I take his balls in my palm and pull forward on his dick, nuzzling it with my nose and making it grow. As his shaft lengthens, I can get the head in my mouth, ever so gently. I go to work on that spot on the underside, right where the head, the shaft, and the hole all come together. No man can resist that. I swirl my tongue around it and feel his erection fill out fully hard. Now I can really get that dick wet. I wrap my teeth with my lips and slide all the way down, getting it slippery with spit. He’s not a big pre-cummer my bf. So I bang the back of my throat a little as I’m gently going up and down on it. I want some of my throat snot to get things really viscous. His dick is getting harder, wetter, and more into a rhythm going in and out of my mouth. Oh yeah we are getting somewhere. . . Not too long and I get a little light flash in the corner of my eye. I hear a door behind me close and the partition superstructure shake. I pull off my bf’s dick to look. There behind me in the glory hole to the booth on the other side of mine is this face. HOLY FUCK. It’s this jarhead face. Gone in a second. FUCK MAN! HOT SOLDIER BOY. There are some sort of barracks near here aren’t there? My heart skipped a beat. That haircut never lies. I imagine one of dozens of tumblr pictures - a soldier boy, in the desert, waving a gun, dick out, friend taking a pic of it. FUCK man THINK FAST. Hot solider in the booth next to me. C’MON FAST!! Boyfriend’s spit shiny junk is in my hand, with my spit dripping down the hair on his balls. I let go with a squeeze. Stand up. Drop my shorts. Turn around. Put my ass at the hole and I trace down it with his dick. He loves my ass. This’ll distract him. And I just want to SEE the soldier. Just a peek. I’m feeling his hand on my ass. Boyfriend took that hint. He’s caressing it. Spreading my cheeks. I’m bending over to look in the glory hole beyond. UNF. I feel a hot breath on my hole. BF loves sticking tongue in me. Makes me a little squirrelly, so we don’t do it that often. My focus is across the way anyhow. I see movement. He’s too close to see his face again. And it’s dark. Bless whoever designed this place. Perfect size. I have my ass at one hole and my face at the other. I hook a finger through, and try to look up. FUCK I feel my spouse’s tongue in my ass. But the soldier . . . unzipping his pants . . . hand goes in . . .wrestles out his already hard dick. It is maybe seven inches, curves up, reminds me of my cousin's (that's a different story). My mouth waters. HOT DAMN He puts it through the hole, downy covered nuts and all. I stroke down it with my hand. Powder soft and dry. Once. Twice. Watch it bob. I find that spot between his balls where his juices originate and work a finger up up the underside of his shaft. Fuck yes! A huge drop of precum appears. So tempting to eat. But I rub it around the mushroom head. It makes his dick dance and quiver. Slippery. Musky. Ready to suck. I start going down on the shaft and HUH there's my partner's dick pressing at my backdoor. My mind swoons with dick sensation overload. I rarely get fucked, and never starting bent over like this. NEVER have though a glory hole. Have I ever been spit roasted? Brace yourself! Think about the dick in your mouth! Dont lose rhythm! Fuck! He pushes into my ass. The pain! Ah, but the smell of the dick in front of me. I'm trying to flex and relax both, letting the dick work into my ass. My own dick is rock hard bobbing around, drooling webs of precum all over the place. "Some pig", it might spell out on the floor. Here I am on vacation, mid day, in a booth in the dark, with my bf's cock in my ass, and a soldier's in my mouth. And I want cum from both. I am getting into a rhythm with the dick stroking in and out of my ass. My mouth stroking up and down on the dick in front of me. You know how there’s blowing a dick, and then there’s blowing a dick to cumpletion? I mean in my experience there is a point where you know the dick in your mouth can cum that way. When it starts juicing? When the hips start bucking? I knew that soldier was going to feed me his load. When - damn - suddenly no dick in my ass and <poke poke> my bf is poking me on the ass cheek with his finger. I do NOT want to lose momentum on the dick in front of me. But reluctantly, I pull off and turn around to ask my spouse “What?!” My ass is there at the solider’s side. “There’ rub it against that” is what I was thinking. Up to this point I’d swapped plenty of glory hole head, but never fucked through one. UNF the soldier slides his dick right in me. HOLY FUCK A STRANGE DICK UP MY ASS BAREBACK. I push back on it. Rock hard 20 something soldier dick. Inside me. Not what I’d planned. I wince and hide what’s going on from my bf’s view. He would FREAK at a stranger’s raw dick inside me. “I can’t cum this way,” my boyfriend says. “I am going to rinse off.” “Is it dirty?” I ask. “No,” he replies. “But you know me. This is too much.” Vanilla is as vanilla does. “Okay, I’ll go next,” I say. And he’s out his booth door. I hadn’t even focused on the soldier cock stroking in and out of me. I squeeze my ass and look over my shoulder. His fingers are grasping the top of the partition between us for leverage. He’s speeding up, hitting it harder. My thoughts are filled with his flared mushroom head wondering if it’d swell up get hard and red before he shoots? I was thinking of his precum in the back of my throat climbing up out my nose, now in my ass making it slick making it ready. Use that hole man. He gets louder louder UHNN UHHN I press back hard willing it wanting it. UHHNN UHHN He STOPS. I feel the twitch. My ass goes from lubed to wet. I feel the fluid filling me. FUCK! First time . . . a stranger unloading in my ass. Should I be scared? Guilty? UHHN he rocks it back and forth making me feel it squish - his dick in its own ejaculate. Rapidly softening he slips it out of me. Fuck! What have I done? My spouse is coming back in like a minute and I . . . Standing there with my legs shaking, my dick is a sticky mess I haven’t touched it, but there’s plenty of lube. In ten strokes I push a finger from my other hand in my hole and feel the soldier’s load there. I BLAST one of the largest loads of my life onto the laminate partition wall. It trails down and pools on the floor. I said this place was clean. Too bad. I hope it’s still there for the next guy. Maybe the clerk will come lick it up? There’s my bf’s face at the hole. “C’mon, let’s go.” “I’m coming! Just a sec. Let me clean up a little here . . .” On the way out, he says to me, “ Hey did you hear that one guy cumming? Someone was having fun.” He has no idea.

I had never been in with the 'cool' kids. At 5' 8", and always on the skinny side, I was to small for the football team and, if I had to be honest, I didn't find much that I had in common with the other kids at school. It didn't help that as I hit puberty the transformation of my body was less dramatic than I had expected, and for an 18 year old guy, I was left looking somewhat effeminate. I don't know if this was the reason, or it was a combination of reasons, but tonight when I arrived at a party of a school friend, things went downhill fast. The jock kids noticed my arrival and immediately the sniggers and comments began. "Hey Jordan! Why don't you bring those pretty lips over here and learn how to please a real man" yelled Craig, one of the stars of the basketball team. I turned bright red and tried to walk away, but Craig wouldn't let-up, and yelled "Hey, where do you think you're going? I've got a three day load with your name on it pussy boy. Mouth or ass, I don't care. After all you’re just a fucking faggot hole for me to dump a load in." All his friends laughed as I ran from the room. When I got outside I paused to catch my breath. As I felt the hot tears running down my cheeks, I wiped them away, and also decided to go home - I didn't want to be in the same room with those fucks again. I started the long walk back to my place as I had been given a lift by my sister and she wasn't due back for hours, so it made sense to walk back and clear my head. I was about a mile down the road before I realised just how quiet it was. I checked my watch and it was a little after midnight. As I walked along the road absorbed in my thoughts, I heard a car approaching, and, as it neared, I sensed it was slowing down, and sure enough, a pickup pulled up along side me and the driver called-out "Hey kid, what you doing walking by yourself on the road at this time of night?" As I squinted into the cab I saw an older guy, probably mid 40's with steel blue eyes and dark brown crew cut. He looked built, and I could see from the light in the cab that he had massive arms and a thick muscled chest. "I'm heading home from a party that didn't end as well as I had hoped" I replied. "Get in kid. I'll give you a lift. It ain't safe to be walking around at this hour." I looked at him hard for a second, judging whether I should get into a car with a stranger before accepting his offer. "Thanks, Mr…." I started. "Matt" he cut in. "Oh, hey, thanks Matt, I'm Jordan" I replied. "Get in kid, I don't wanna be out all night" I walked round the cab and jumped in. As we headed off down the road I gave him my address, to which he grunted an acknowledgement. I stared out the window, as he didn't seem particularly talkative. As I looked out I saw his reflection in the glass, I found myself admiring his features. He looked so muscled and strong, I found myself imagining him without his shirt on, and within seconds I was starting to get hard. I had been looking at his reflection so long that by the time I glanced out the window I realised I had no idea where we were, all the houses had been replaced by tree flashing past the window. "Where are we? Did you miss my turn off?" I asked. "We aren't going to your house boy" he replied, "we're going to my place. I saw the way you were looking at me, you and me are gonna have some fun." Fear flashed through me and I started to protest, "Look mister I don't know what you're talking about but I need to go home, just let me out here and I will find my own way back." Just as I spoke we turned off the main road and into a driveway, as the pickup drove down the long drive I saw an old house come into view. It looked like an old farm cottage and from best I could tell we were miles from anything. "Listen here, boy. You're coming inside with me. I saw the way you were looking and I know you want a piece of my cock." With that Matt jumped out the cab, walked around to my door and opened it, roughly grabbed my arm, and yanked me from the pickup and towards the house. I tried to break away from him but he had a tight grip on my arm and I was tiny in comparison to his muscled body. Holding me in front of himself, he pushed me down the walk and through the front door. Once inside, he pinned me up against the wall, and finally I could appreciate how much bigger than I was Matt. He stood about 6' 4", and he looked like he was made of 230 pounds of solid muscle. As I looked up at him with frightened eyes, he dropped his hand onto my shoulder and pushed me onto my knees. "Please, let me go! I don't know what you're doing but I just want to go home" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he barked at me. "Tonight you're gonna find out what a sissy faggot like you is made for. Open up my jeans and get my cock out, bitch." I hesitated not knowing what I should do, but apparently I hesitated too long because *SLAP* - my face stung as he hit me. "I won't tell you again, boy. Open up my jeans and get your mouth on my cock!" he ordered. Terrified of being hit again, or worse, I started to undo the buttons on his jeans. As I undid each button a pair of white briefs came into view. When I had them all undone I was faced with a wall of muscled thighs and between them an enormous engorged cock, barely contained beneath the thin white material. I watched in fascination as a small wet patch appeared at his cock head, turning the white material clear with precum. "Don't just sit there drooling boy, get that fucker out and in your mouth" he demanded. This being my first time on my knees, I gingerly peeled his briefs down, and taking his thick cock in my hand, I started to slowly suck on the head of his cock. I couldn't believe that I was actually kneeling between the legs of such a hot daddy, and with his enormous tool in my mouth. "What the fuck are you doing boy? Don't pussy about with it, suck that cock!" he roared as he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on his eight-inch meaty cock. I gasped for air as he forced it deeper down my throat. I could feel the massive head slide down my neck and triggering my gag reflex. He heard me start to gag and barked "Harden the fuck up faggot! You're going to be doing this plenty more, so you better learn how to take it. If you puke on my cock I'll crush your pathetic little balls." I swallowed hard as I tried to stop from puking and with a lot of effort I was able to settle into a rhythm of him plowing my throat all the way down till my nose was buried in his pubes. He fucked my face for about five minutes, then suddenly he stopped and pulled out. I was so thankful. Finally I could breath properly. As I gasped on the ground it occurred to me what I must look like: my face wet with spit and precum smeared all over it, my lips red and raw from the vicious face fucking I had taken - just like a dirty cocksucker. "Time for your next lesson on how to please a real man, faggot" he barked at me, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me over his massive shoulders. He carried me into a room which, from the large wooden-framed bed in the centre of the room, I judged to be the master bedroom. He threw me down on the mattress and as I tried to comprehend what had just happened, I felt him snap a handcuff onto each of my wrists, attaching the other end to the head board. "So faggot, you like to get fucked?" he asked. "Please! No! I have never been fucked; I have never been with anyone before! Just let me go, we can forget about all this" I pleaded. "A virgin pussyboy. Well I'll be damned. This IS gonna be fun" he replied, ignoring my pleas. "How old are you boy?" he asked. "I was 18 two weeks ago, sir" I replied, hoping my age might sway him to release me. "Damn, boy. Eighteen? I'm gonna wreck you so bad no one is ever gonna believe you are 18 ever again" he laughed at me. I watched as he grabbed a knife from his side table and quickly cut off my tshirt and shorts, leaving me naked and bound on the bed. Then he stood back and admired his work, watching me squirm uncomfortably on the bed. Approaching me, he roughly grabbed both my legs and yanked them up, exposing my tight boy ass, a sharp gasp signifying his approval as he admired my virgin hole, only, to my utter surprise, to lean over to explore my hole with his tongue. I squirmed with pleasure as his stubble rubbed against my ass, and his probing tongue made me buck and writhe on the bed. I let out a loud gasp, which, when he heard, lead him to snicker "You like that don't ya faggot? I tell you there is nothing as sweet in this world as 18 year old virgin boy pussy." I could only grunt in response. He ate my hole for about ten minutes, slowly opening me up wider and wider. Then, as quickly as he had started eating me out, he dropped my legs back to the bed. I remember gazing up at his muscled frame, still reeling from the feelings he had brought to my ass. "Ok boy, time for the main event." It suddenly dawned on me what was coming next. "Please sir, can't I just suck you?" I tried one last time to reason with him. He laughed in response, "Hell no boy. I've got a four day load in these balls that's gonna be the first load of man juice to get pumped into that perfect little cunt."\ I looked up at him terrified; he was fisting his cock through the front of his jeans. I watched him reach over and grab the lube, slick up his cock and position it at my virgin hole. "WAIT! Please if you're going to fuck me, at least wear a condom!" I pleaded. "You ain't good enough for a condom, fag. You're just a hole for me to plant my babies in" he replied. And with that, I watched him line-up his massive cock with my tiny pink hole and push his engorged head against it. He pushed hard and my puffy cunt lips finally surrendered and I had his fat cock head inside my ass. Terrified by this man barebacking me I tried to struggle against the handcuffs but it was no use. He had my thighs held tight and he used them to slowly pull me backwards onto his cock. As I looked down the length of my body, my eyes wide open with shock, I could see inch after inch disappear into my hole, and, in under thirty seconds his entire eight inch cock had been eaten by my hungry hole. "Damn, you're tight fag, but that hole just ate my whole dick. You sure this is your first time?" he sneered down at me. He flexed his dick and I cried out. "ANSWER ME BOY WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION!" he shouted. "Yes sir, it is my first time" I whimpered. "Then I guess this cunt was just made for my fat cock to plow then, wasn't it?" I didn't reply and so received another slap across the face. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY, BOY?" he roared. "Yes sir. My cunt was made for your fat cock to plow" I sobbed. And on hearing my reply, he started to slide his massive cock in and out of my no-longer-virgin hole. Each punch of his cock deep in my guts made me moan with a mix of pleasure and pain. His bulbous cock head felt like it was raking my insides over and over, stretching my ass lips every time he pulled all the way out, only to pile drive his cock back in a few seconds later. He looked down at his cock disappearing into my hole and smirked, "Well, I guess that answers that question" he said as I watch him slide down to my ass and touch it. "You're all torn up faggot, bleeding all over my cock." I didn't know what he meant and instead of slowing down or stopping this revelation only seemed to make him fuck me harder. He leaned down close to me, his face inches from mine and his massive muscled body completely covering my own lithe figure. I watched as sweat dripped off his face and onto me as he rutted wildly in my now destroyed boy pussy. I watched his eyes change and his face went red as his cock slammed harder into my hole. I'm gonna breed you boy, I'm gonna fill you up with a big toxic daddy load. You're gonna have my babies in you, my toxic babies, and then no one is gonna want you faggot ass pussy ever again." I stared at him blankly trying to work out what he meant. Seconds later he froze and I felt his engorged cock head expand in my ruined cunt, and I could feel the jets of thick white hot cum travel up his long shaft and pump into my guts. "TAKE MY FUCKING POZ LOAD, YOU FILTHY FUCKING WHORE!" he yelled. Suddenly it made sense, the terror overwhelmed me as I realised that right at this moment his fat cock was blasting a massive load of poz cum deep into my destroyed ass. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed, but it was too late. Even as I went to try and kick him away, he was already pulling his massive cock from my gaping hole. The deed was done. "Not a bad fuck, boy" he said as he re-snapped the buttons on his jeans. "Why did you do it?" I choked out as the tears came. "Someone was gonna poz your stupid cunt sooner or later boy, and I always get what I want" he replied. I tried to roll over and cry into the mattress, I was still sobbing when a minute later I felt him shove a large object in my gaping hole. "A butt plug boy, to make sure my boys don't leak out of that slutty hole" he said. I cried harder into the mattress. "At least until our other guests arrive tonight…" he trailed off.

His thick, POZ load creamed my ass. What a fucking way to celebrate hump day! I had taken Wednesday off from work, as that was the only day the electrician could come by and do the latest round of work I needed. He was tall, thick, with a beard – total white daddy bear. Grizzly? Polar Bear? Yeah more Polar Bear in a sweaty, Redneck, white trash sort of way. I can say that as they are my peoples – I grew up in the country, in a trailer, with a bunch of weed-growing, inbred mother-fuckers – and damn proud of it. Take a knee Tim Tebow! So back to the story. This electrician had worked on my condo twice before and each time there was just something about him that made me want to jerk off thinking about him for days after. Dirty sex. That’s it. He was one of those men that you look at and think, “Yeah this fucker is DIRTY/NASTY sex!” Alas, even when he asked me if I was married to a Mrs. or a Mr. and I said I preferred just being single and playing with my straight top fuck buddies. He didn’t react and went right back to his work. I figured he was not into sliding my way and giving my boy hole a pounding. The wiring was completed on the electrical outlets I wanted moved, and as the Polar Bear helped me push the entertainment center back against the wall he grabbed one of the DVD cases that fell out, looked at the BANG BROS title and cover and whistled and said, “Fucking hell. Those chicks can take some dick!” I laughed, smiled, and agreed, “Yeah, that’s one of my favorites.” He then surprised me by asking, “Is this what you put in when your straight fuck buddies come by to fuck you?” as he grabbed the remotes, turned the TV on then revved up the DVD player. “Grab me a beer as and let’s watch this puppy,” the electrician went on, “This was my only job of the day as the one for this afternoon got cancelled and I got several hours before I have to be home to the wife and kids.” I happily obliged, not quite sure where this was going, but excited about the possibilities. Hell even if I got to see his dick that would give me fantasies to jack off to for a good long while. “BETTER BRING ME A COUPLE, I’M A THIRSTY SON-OF-A-BITCH,” he yelled from the living room, so I snagged two beers for him, one for me, handed them to him, set mine down and excused myself to use the bathroom. A quick finger in the ass check to make sure I was clean and I joined him back in the living room. The electrician downed the first two beers in nothing flat and had just crushed the empty can of the third when the porn moved beyond the initial set up/let’s get naked to the “bitch get on your knees and suck my long, black dick.” My guest stood up, started emptying his pockets and unbuttoning his work shirt and said, “Go on and grab me four more beers and line them up here for me so they’re handy.” I scrambled up, eyed his big furry chest as I walked by and swooned a little from his hot, man scent. By the time I got back with the beer he was buck naked, sitting in the chair with a beer in his left hand and his thick dick in his right, stroking it to attention. “I have not been able to get out to see the street whores up in Northeast all week,” the electrician said as he continued to watch the porn and stroke his dick, which was now slick with precum, “I creampie their pussies at least every other day in the back of my work van. Fuck yeah they skanky bitches.” Then he looked right at me and said, “You’re a skanky bitch too, now get the fuck over here because I got a week’s worth of cum to creampie that pussy good with.” The electrician did not even look at me as I quickly got undressed. He was standing up now, slugging his beer, stroking his meaty dick, and eyes intent on the porn. The beer finished, he burped, wiped his chin a bit although he still had spit/beer dregs glistening his beard, crushed the can and casually tossed it to the side where it clanged loudly on the wood floor. I wasn’t sure what exactly to do, but stepped up and bent forward just to the left and front of him – and waited. Another loud burp, a slug of spit shot into my crack, big bear paw claws scratching at my hole looking for honey, then the electrician grabbed me, wrapped both arms around me tight and squeezed, “FUCKING SKANK BITCH, GONNA CREAM THAT PUSSY GOOD. DAMN YOU’RE TIGHT, NOT FOR LONG, GIVE ME THAT HOLE, FUCK YEAH, FILLING THAT PUSSY UP WITH MY POZ DICK!” What? I tried to turn my head, my body stiffened, the Polar Bear tightened his grip more as he banged my ass harder and deeper and laughed, “YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT, YOU HEARD ME BITCH. FILLING YOU WITH POZ DICK, BUT YOU DON’T CARE DO YOU? YOU JUST BENT OVER AND TOOK ME RAW, NOW YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE. BIG OLD WHITE POZ DICK IN YOUR SKANKY BITCH WHORE PUSSY. FUCKING HELL I LOVE CREAMING A HOLE! YOU READY FOR THIS LOAD? READY TO GET NAILED AND RAILED? AWWW FUCK YEAH! MILK MY DICK!” His thick, POZ load creamed my ass and before his dick was totally finished he let go of me, pulled out, stepped back, popped another can of beer open, drained it and threw the can on the floor, then pointed at his dick and said, “GET ON YOUR KNEES SKANK AND TASTE IT. LICK IT CLEAN THEN IF YOU CAN GET IT HARD AGAIN I’LL FUCK YOU SOME MORE. THAT PUSSY’S EAGER FOR IT NOW ISN’T IT?” A few minutes later the electrician was hard and ready to go again and easily slid up my greased and coated guts. The second load took a little longer and he was breathing hard, but when his balls pulled up he let me know, “POZZING YOU AGAIN YOU SKANK WHORE BITCH!” With this load, he stepped back, swayed a little, ran a hand through his beard, over his head, across his big furry chest, grabbed me by the arm and stumbled us to the bedroom. A quick shove and I was face down on the bed, with a grunt and a sigh he quickly followed and promptly fell asleep, snoring like a chainsaw as his bear paws held me tight against his chest. The mini-hibernation nap revived the hungry bear who groaned and growled when he awoke, stroked his hard dick back to full life once then twice, then grunted as he heaved himself up onto my back. It was hard to breath with this giant Polar Bear on my back, but I let him take what he wanted as he grabbed my wrists, held my arms out wide, and slid his dick up my moist hole and whispered, “USED SKANK BITCH PUSSY. WET WITH CUM. GLAZED ON THE OUTSIDE WITH THAT WHITE, CREAM FILLING ON THE INSIDE. BIG OLD JELLY DOUGHNUT THAT FEELS SO GOOD WRAPPED AROUND MY FUCKING POZ DICK.”

I have never made it secret that I'm a big ol' perv. Well...I actually make it a secret in my daily life; working and making polite chat with people. I look and act normal. But get a few drinks in me (or pills or a joint), and I start blabbing about my twisted side. I've had a dirty mind for as long as I can remember. Also gay. When the Jeffrey Dahmer story broke. I was horrified and sickened like everyone else, but I sort of knew the kind of desperation he must have felt. That kind of desperate sexual need that would lead someone to make horrible, horrible decisions. I made a horrible decision in 2003. I frequented a tiny, hole-the-wall tavern that was right next to my house, I went there because they didn't blast terrible dance music and there was no attitude, At all. After three or four visits, I knew most of the regulars. The one guy who ruled the bar was an older fat gentlemen who everybody called "The Doctor". He wasn't really a doctor or even a a professional of any kind as far as I could tell, but he he was a free talker and somebody I loved sitting next too. He was full of stories and jokes and just had a magnetic presence. He was also very curious about people, and asked a lot of questions. "Yo, James. Why are you always coming to this dump alone and not out getting laid?" He was five or six drinks deep at that point -- and I was a little out of it myself. My doctor had given me some anti-anxiety pills that I was instructed not to mix with alcohol. I did not listen. Maybe he was afraid his question offended me because he bought us both a few shots which I downed immediately. He acted impressed -- because most people don't know that only the amateurs showed off. I was drunk. I leaned my head on his shoulder and told him how unhappy I was. I was a walking, talking nice guy who was overburdened with perversion. I had things to say, but nobody to say them to. "Say them to The Doctor, baby boy. I'll bill you later". I skipped the sob story confessions, and just came right out and asked him if he knew any rapists. "HELL!!!" He spun me around on my stool to face me. "Rape? Like not pretend rough shit, but actual rape??" I nodded. He rapped his knuckles against my head and told me I was too messed-up for him to treat, I was too far gone -- which I already knew. He ordered one more round of shots, but I didn't down it right away. I was dizzy and was fine just looking at it. The Doctor pulled out his old wallet and fished a bunch of cards out. He found one that he wouldn't show me yet. "I know a man you are needing, but he's very bad news. He has a criminal record, a drug habit and is very poz." "Yeah?" "And I don't know if he is into any sex that doesn't involve money." "Oh. I've got money". I finished whatever shots were still on the table as Doc mumbled into his cell phone. The call didn't last long. "He's on his way, but not coming inside here." "Why?" "How many rapes happen in public places? THINK, kid!" "What do I do?" "Well, first off -- he wants fifty dollars. Leave it your left back packet. I already told him what you look like and what you were wearing. Don't go right to your car...walk around the block one time. Go North." We had more shot and I kissed him on the cheek.. Then left. The night air felt nice. Which way was North? Oh, OK. I wobbled that direction and passed under the lights of a folk art gallery and a place that sold mystical crystals or something. Then it got darker. I rounded the corner and saw a few more lights from other stores. Strange how I forgot everything I was in store for. It was like I was on a regular midnight stroll and WHAM! I was knocked to my knees out of nowhere. Maybe I broke a kneecap? Didn't that WHAM!!! I was flat on my back and seeing colors as my thin body was being drug into the shadows. My rapist was here. My head hurt so bad, but this was a commitment. I got a glimpse of him - he was looking like a felon. Drag files here to attach, or choose files... Accepted file types pdf, jpg, jpeg, gif, png Insert other media A fatally sick felon. He didn't look mean, just determined. He pulled my jeans down...along with my boxers. I was suddenly face down in the concrete as he plopped on top of me. All of my previous rape fantasies had involved a plush bed and a hot-tempered Italian man. This wasn't that. His medium-sized worm dick forced it's way between my cheeks and found my hole. This was the rape I'd wanted, asked for, paid for. He was doing his job. And then SHIT! It hurt as he worked it inside me. I was not ready for rape, for sure. The pain didn't subside much as he started pumping. It was a job to him and he probably wanted to get it over with as much as I did. Then it started to feel better. I wanted him to thrust deeper, but he was finishing up. "Here it comes!!!" He stopped moving. He fished the money out of my back pocket, got himself together and took off into the darkness. As I put myself together and limped toward my car, I remembered what Doc ha said about him being "very poz".

Relative to some other stories I have read here, this one is going to seem rather ordinary, but for me at the time these events were not. This is a true story. After these events, I continued to live a normal, hetero life while submitting to my darker hungers whenever called upon to do so as I have up to this day. I was 19 and in my second year at university. I was a shy, introverted sort of guy (still am) but masked it effectively and, as a result, moved easily between tribes first in high school and later at the university I attended. I was tall, 6' with long, dirty blond hair and a dry, muscular physique. I was successful with girls largely on the strength of my ability to charm just about anyone. I was working my second year as a hotel clerk in a very large downtown hotel in the center of the city. My boss was a very handsome and sophisticated guy, 33 years old, guy who lived an openly gay lifestyle with a rich lover. I certainly had no issues with his sexuality and just enjoyed working with him. Over time, along with other staff, we began to hang out. Going to bars both straight and gay to drink and dance in the early hours of the morning after our shifts had ended. In those days, I was living with my girlfriend from high school (we'd been dating for three years) who was attending a college in the same town. Jon, my boss, asked me if I could help him move some furniture from his parents place in a nearby city to his lover's house during an upcoming weekend. I spoke to my girlfriend about it and she thought it was fine. She would just go home to visit her parents that weekend. The drive up to his parents' place in the rental truck was relaxed and easy. We arrived just after lunch and quickly got all his stuff loaded and secured in the back of the truck. We then headed to the hotel where Jon checked us into a twin bedded room before we went to get some dinner. In a gesture of gratitude, Jon treated me to a great steak dinner with wine and then drinks on the outdoor terrace before we headed back to the hotel for the night. I was feeling the booze but still wanted to smoke some weed before going to bed. Once in the room, we watched a bit of TV and I asked Jon if it would be okay if I smoked a joint on the balcony. He told me it was fine and I got my kit and rolled myself a joint before heading outside. Enjoying my toke in the warm summer breeze I quickly felt the buzz come on to me and after finishing my joint, sort of stumbled a bit as I entered the room again with a wide grin on my face. Jon just laughed and told me I looked pretty stoned. I told him he was absolutely right. Awkwardly, I pulled my t-shirt off stumbling and hitting the side of my bed almost falling over before managing to get it all off. I then kicked off my sneakers forgetting to take my socks off and dropped my shorts leaving my boxers on. I then layed down on top of the bedspread and promptly fell asleep. I awoke some time later to an incredible sensation. I will still solidly stoned so it took me a bit of time to realize that my boss had pulled my shorts off and was now sucking my cock. I lifted my head heavily and looked down to see him swallowing my entire cock as he sucked on it. He looked up and smiled. I tried to lift myself up but he pressed down on my chest and I relented, enjoying the most incredible sensation I had ever felt. Of course I'd had my cock sucked by my girlfriends, but never like this. Gently, Jon pushed my legs up and began to lick my ass. Again, I was experiencing something sexual like nothing I had ever felt before. Somewhere in my head a voice was telling me that this was wrong, that this was gay, that this was not something I was into. But my body was ignoring that voice with my moans and complete submission the proof of it. Jon then slid up the length of my body and lay on top of me. Again, I tried to lift myself but he easily held me down. He tried to kiss me, the rough, unshaven scratching of his beard against my face a strange sensation. I turned my head away from him but he grabbed my face and held me, his lips hard against mine. I relented and his tongue entered my mouth as I found myself surrendering to his kiss. His tongue was so much larger and longer than that of any girl I had ever kissed. I realized this must be how it feels for my girlfriend when I kissed her. However foggy my head, I was enjoying this and at some point just decided to let whatever happened, happen. I began to respond to his kiss and wrapped my arms around him, surprised at the hair on his back. "I knew you wanted this" I remember him telling me. I moaned in reply as I opened and lifted my legs to him in what seemed a natural response. His hard and substantial cock pressed against my ass as he kissed me while slowly humping against me. He broke the kiss and lifted himself off me. I just lay back with my eyes closed as I felt him leave the bed. I opened my eyes to see him with a facecloth and a small bottle he was wetting it with. A strong chemical smell filled the room. "This is going to help you relax and enjoy yourself more" I remember him telling me as he climbed back on top of me and held the facecloth to my nose and mouth. Initially, I sort of panicked and tried to get up off the bed, but Jon held the facecloth against my mouth and nose while pressing his weight down on me. Stoned as I was, I was not much of a coordinated match for him and as I inhaled, the effect of the poppers rolled over me causing me to slump back down onto the bed. "You like that boy?" he whispered to me as he began to dry hump me again with his big cock. I remember just moaning and feeling overwhelmed by an intense sexual hunger. He continued to hold the facecloth on my face with one hand as he lifted himself and spat into his other hand several times, spreading his spit on my asshole. The sensation was incredible and I would rock my ass to meet his slick hand. When he slid first one wet finger then another into me I responded by trying to fuck his hand. The poppers were providing a relentless rush and I could feel my heart pounding in my head. Jon spat into his hand several more times and then I felt the heat of his cock at my asshole. I inhaled deeply as I surfed on a wave of sexual hunger. He gently pressed himself into me, resting his weight on my hips. I felt a stab of sharp pain as his swollen cock head slipped in past my anus. I could hear him spitting and thick gobs of spit hitting my ass and balls as he continued to push himself into me. He grabbed my hips and lifted me thrusting forward at the same time. I gasped and cried out. He pressed the facecloth onto my face, holding it there as I inhaled the fumes as he slowly began to slide his cock in and out of my hole. In my drugged state I came to an immediate realization. I wanted to be fucked, I loved being fucked, I needed to be fucked. I responded to his considerate motions by lifting my ass to meet his cock. "You like that cock inside you boy?" he asked softly. "Yesssss" I replied the word trailing off to a sigh. He stopped moving and I groaned as he removed the facecloth from over my mouth and nose and again sprinkled it with poppers before putting it back on my face. I inhaled deeply and lifted my ass to feel his cock slide into me. "You're a fucking whore boy" he hissed. Those words seemed to set off a hidden circuit in my brain that electrified my entire body and I moaned loudly as the full meaning of them sunk in. Jon seemed to pick on this and began fucking me harder and faster, thrusting more deeply into me. His eight inch cock was now sending jabs of pain through me each time he bottomed out into my hole. The pain was somehow pleasurable to me and I wanted more of it as I hungrily tried to ram against his thrusts. "What a fucking slut" he continued as his fucking grew harder, more brutal. I responded by moaning and inhaling deeply from the poppers soaked facecloth. Fuck, I could not get enough of the sensation of his cock inside me. He began fucking me faster now, ever harder, ever more brutally. "I'm going to cum inside you bitch. I'm going to breed your faggot hole slut, I want you to beg me for it, beg for my seed you cum slut" he hissed as sweat began dripping of his face onto my chest. "Fuck me" I moaned. "Cum inside me, please" I begged. "Cum inside me, cum inside me, please, cum inside me, cum inside me..." I kept repeating as I struggled to meet the hard thrusts of his cock into me. "I'm going to seed you bitch and I then I will own you, I will own you completely, do you understand me whore?" he continued as I began wincing with each painful thrust into me. "Do you understand bitch!" he yelled. "Yes....yes.....I under....stand....owned....you own.....me.....please....cum inside me....own....me" I answered to the rhythm of his thrusts. He growled and slammed into me then held his cock deep inside me as he began to fire his load into me. He gripped me by the neck and began to squeeze, choking me as he trust again, shooting more of his seed into me. Between the poppers soaked facecloth and his choking I began to feel the room slipping away from me. He slammed once more into me and I felt like I was peeing then felt like I was blacking out. A moment later I was coming back again from the darkness. Jon had removed the facecloth and now rested the full weight of his body, moist with sweat, on top of mine. He put his hand around my throat again and squeezed gently. "You liked that didn't you whore" he whispered softly then kissed me. "Yes, I liked it" I replied, my voice betraying the exhaustion of what I had experienced. He squeezed my throat a little harder. "I own you now. You are my whore and my slut and you will learn to do whatever I want, whenever I want it. Are we clear?" "Yes, we're clear." I replied in resignation of what I had accepted I had become. He released my throat and lifted himself off me, pulling his cock from my ass as he did so. I plopped out heavily and I felt a wetness leak from me. Jon reached between my legs and scooped up some of the cummy filth and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and he gave me his slime covered fingers to suck. In that final surrender I knew I had truly accepted to engage upon that downward path the destination of which I could not yet know.

I love the bottoms who are totally consumed by and addicted to cock and sperm to the extent it is all they think about. It I with no disrespect that I say they are true bitches with insatiable pussies and cunts. Keep offering up your pussies. Men need holes to empty their balls into. Don't hold back. When you reach the point (and you eventually will) of accepting any cock, from any guy - young/old, hot/ugly - you will open up a new world of ecstasy and will never go back to picking and choosing. Be the faggot you were born to be.

I live only a few blocks from one of the saddest, seediest gay bars in the city. It's only four blocks away so I usually walked there with no worries about how plastered I'd get. It was called "Silver's" for whatever reason and the patrons were a mixture of older gentlemen, drug dealers & users, and hustlers. I myself had been mistaken for a hustler because I always arrived by myself, played pinball for hours and never talked to anyone. It didn't help that I dressed like a bum and looked very boyish. Once the regulars knew I always came and left alone, no one ever bothered me again. I don't mean to, but I give off some very anti-soical vibes. If I'd get bored with pinball, I'd usually sit at a table clode to the pool table and watch the game while polishing off bottle after bottle of cheap beer. I would rarely strike up a conversation with anyone because I suck at small talk, flirting and stuff like that. I mostly listened to the men talking. I'm a freelance writer and find all people interesting. The old guys always had great stories, and if I wasn't so shy, I would have sat down on an empty stool next to one of them and asked questions. The dealers were all business and didn't chat with each other. The hustler and users were mostly interghangeable or else they were both. They had great conversations about pure deprivation. I'd watch them go and out to the parking lot multiple times an hour but didn't know if they were using or blowing somebody. Or both. For whatever reason, some silly. little guy decided to befriend me. His name was "Tweety", and he was a tiny, skinny, pesky little fairy who never shut up. He'd chatter on and on like canary while I tried to just ignore him. Eventually, I gave up and would talk with him. It was through my new friendTweety, that I started to meet some of the gang st Silver's and learn their names. We'd bum smokes from each other and buy rounds for the crew of low-lifes that I guess I was now a part of. No big deal. I was a bit more educated and way less experienced than they were, but we were all basically the same. Ome night, the pinball machine was dark and out of order so I just walked up to where Tweety was sitting and we started talking. The regulars filtered in and I couldn't help but notice that three or four of them had oversized bandages on their arms and hands. I assumed it was a drug thing and didn't ask questions. They all seemed flush with cash and bought round after round of shots. I loosened up quite a bit and finally their injuries. They looked at each other with small,secretive smiles but wouldn't answer me directly. It had to be a drug thing. Then Tweety pulled me aside and told me they let this one guy cut them for money. What the fuck? He thought I knew because I had so many cutting scars on my inner arm. He assumed I was in on the whole thing. I stood there, looking blankly at him. My scars were from a depressed period I'd gone through a decade or more earlier. Cutting my arms made me feel better for some bizarre reason. Once he was convinced of my cluelessness, he explained that there was a rich artist living downtown who hired boys to let him cut them a little snd then use the blood in his "work". "has he ever cut you?", I asked. "Only once. My body is too precious and beautiful to be ruined with a damn razor blade," he answered with a dramatic fluttering of his eyelashes. "What's his name?" I wanted to know because it sounded like the kind of twisted story I was always trying to write. "Carlos. I can't remember his last name, but I know it's hard to pronounce. Why? Do you want to make some money?" No No No. "I just want to interview him". "Well, I'll give you his number. I only keep it because he always has good speed". Tweety copied it down on the inside of matchbook for me. I was pretty blasted from all the shots so I headed home. "Be careful", Tweet called out as I weaved toward the door. I think I heard the whole group laugh at me. I stumbled home, fell asleep with my clothes on and dreamed of hospitals. I woke up groggy and slowly started to remember the previous night and the bizarre story of this "Carlos" guy. I stumbled nakedly to where I'd tossed my jeans and found the matchbook. I knew if I had a morning cigarette and a cup of coffee, I'd scare myself out of calling. So I just did it right away. "Hello? Carlos here," an exhausted voice answered, I guess he was a late sleeper too. "I'm sorry to wake you, Sir. My name is Tim and someone named 'Tweety' gave me your number". "Oh". he chuckled smokily, "Him. You need stuff?". "No. He told me about your ... art, and I am very curious to see it and talk with you." "Are you with a newspaper or tv?' "Neither. I just find it interesting and wanted to know more". (silence) "Hello?" "I'm still here.", he finally said, "Write down my address and stop by anytime after 8 o'clock tonight". Tonight? I wasn't expecting to meet this weirdo so soon. It was more my style to put off things until I forgot about them. I wrote the address and wondered if I'd actually go through with it. The day slogged on and on for an eternity before the sun even thought about going down. Around six-thirty, I showered, shaved and got dressed. I wore my new black Levis, my new white sneakers and one of my nicest shirts. Why in the world was I dressing like I was going on a date? I was going to meet some drug dealer "artist" who bled street sluts. Even as I struggled to understand my motives, I sparayed some cologne on. At 7:40 I just couldn't wait any more. Parking downtown is sometimes difficult so I figured just finding a space would eat up some time. I took off and found the place almost right away. What's amazing is that I didn't talk myself out of it. I looked up at the building. These were nice lofts that not many people could afford. I buzzed him at the doorway and waiting for an agonizing two minutes before he answered. and let me in. The interior was very elegant but also ghostly. I rode the elevator to the sixth floor. As I got out, two young guys entered. They both had bandaged arms and were whispering excitedly to each other. They didn't even notice me. I walked to his door and knocked. "It's open." a voice answered. "Come on in". Huh? What kind of rich drug dealer leaves his door unlocked? I walked in. The place was as big as a bus station with really high ceilings. It smelled strongly of paint thinner and there was giant sheets pf clear plastic on the hardwwood floor. Paint cans, canvasses, brushes and other assorted art crap were everywhere. What struck me first was that I assumed artists used oil paints in tubes, but these were cans of hardware store-type stuff that you'd paint your garage with. The second thing I noticed was how ugly the colors were...assorted shades of browns, greys and sickly yellows. It was like Easter in Hell. And it was all lit up brightly. Then I saw him in a far corner. It had to him. He was tall and exotic looking. He was not wearing anytthing but some way-short cutoff jean shorts. He was skinny. bearded. hairy and haad tiny spots of paint all over him. I didn't get a good look at his face because he was kneeling down next to some kid who appeared to be sobbing. He was speaking in a low, comforting tone. The young dude finally collected himself and sniffed all his way to the door with his shoelaces undone. He didn't see me but I noticed his arm left arm was wrapped in snow-white gauze. Busy night I guess. He padded barefoot all the way to me with a walk that made me think of a stage magician. Dramatic. He stood about a foot away and sized me up. "Hi. Are you Carlos? I'm Tim". I reached out to shake his hand and his expression changed. "You've been here before, haven't you?" "Um. No. I haven't." He quickly grabbed my arm in his big, bony hands and exposed the underside of my right wrist. "So where'd you get these?" He was referring to all my old scars from yesteryear. "Oh. Those...those are pretty old." He tilted his head a bit and I described who I was and reminded him that I'd called him this morning. "Ah yes", he said with a smile, "Come have a seat. But take your shoes and socks off first. If you're barefoot, you can feel when you walk in paint. With shoes on, you could track paint everywhere and not know it". Made sense. I did as instructed and followed through his cavernous front room to a couple of really nice easy chairs. "Watch where you step...and don't trip." I sat down but he remained standing. "I'm sure I have paint on my shorts so I can't sit down." he said. He looked at me for a bit and then added "Oh Hell with it. I've had a long day and my legs ache". He stepped out of his jean shorts distractedly and settled into the other chair with an audible sigh of comfort. He was completely naked. And maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like him it took him a second too long to strip because I got a good long look at his hairy ass and oversized dick. Shit. I needed to collect myself. "Tell me about your artwork", i said quickly. "Walk over to that wall", he said while gesturing towards the space near where'd I walked in. There was a row of fresh, glistening canvasses. And they were fucking ugly. Hoe was this guy rich? I looked closer at the first one and still found it hideous, but also intriguing somehow. I looked closer and suddenly he was directly in my ear. "What's the verdict, Mr. Curious?" I couldn't really answer. I also couldn't turn around because he was naked. I'm so glad I hadn't drank anything because I felt the need to be in control now. "Tell me about your process", I finally said. "why don't I show you my process". Oh. Okay. He was still naked as I followed him over to another corner. He was still naked and I walked on paint. Control. I needed to maintain some. There was a wooden stool in between a blank canvass on an easel and a small refridgerator. "Please sit." He rummaged in the fridge for a few seconds and then closed the door without taking anything out. "I'll be right back, Mr. Curious. Stay put." I of course watched his bony naked frame walk all the way across the room before disappearing through a dark doorway. He came back with a lighter and a glass pipe in his hand. I knew enough about stuff to know this was meth or crack or speed. "Hope you don't mind. I need to wake up." I watched, fascinated. "I'm out of special paint somehow." He lamented. With an arched eyebrow he asked me if I'd like to volunteer a tiny amount of blood. Hell NO. I had to get out of there. He shrugged. "I promise you're safe here. You won't be harmed." Well. "I'll give you five hundred bucks". Well! I sat silently as he picked up a little orangle box and opened it and produced a new, factory-sealed razor blade. He deliberately unsheathed in front of me and let me see it was completely new and flawless. "You can make the cut yourself. I usually like to do it, but we both already know you're experienced." Quick as a flash, his arm came around and he injected a syringe into my rib cage. Fucking what??? "Don't worry. It was just a litttle something to keep the cut from clotting too fast. And slso some....caffeine to give you energy". This was the point we all reach sometimes, and just let things happen without caring anymore. I could feel the caffeine working its way to my heart. Suddenly this all seemed okay. "How big? How deep?", I asked in a calm voice. "Very small. And just deep enough to get a good bleed going." I finally looked him in the face and noticed how handsome he was and how black his hair was. 'Dark Jesus' is what I heard in my head. He handed me the new razor very delicately and i pinched it between my two fingers. It was all so familiar. In my mind, I was back in the bathroom of my parents' house, sitting on the edge of the tub. I studied the underside o0f my arm and saw that same blue vein I'd hacked at as a kid. Too quickly and carelessly, I made a cut right on top of Old Blue. It was larger and deeper than I'd intended. I was gushing. "Strip!", he commanded, "You'll ruin your clothes". And I did just that. I stood up and let the wide rivulet of bright red blood flow out of me. It felt good. It felt like old times. The caffeine he'd given me was making me feel happy and excited. I volunteered to do it again, "Slow down Hot Rod", he admonished as he tried to capture my dripping blood in a tiny jar. I felt the blade drop out of my hand because my fingers were getting cold and weak. I stumbled a little, and he helped me settle on the wooden stool. I was grinning like a monkey as I heard my fresh blood spattering noisily on the plastic below me. It was loud. Did I really cut that much? I didn't mean to. I hoped he wasn't mad. It was suddenly important to me that I please him. He told me to hold the wounded arm above my head if I could. Sure. "You fucking better not pass out on me", he warned. "I won't," I promised as tiny streams of blood dripped down my neck, back and chest. "You've really got very vibrant red material in that arm". He showed the full jar he'd collected. I wobbled a tiny bit and grinned dreamily at him. "But I want to try the other arm -- just to see if it's a little more interesting than the other one." Well, that made perfect sense. He moved a standing lamp closer so he could see the non-bleeding arm I was holding out. He grabbed a blade that was already on his work tablebefore I had a chance to tell him I'd dropped the fresh one. Under the bright light he studied my network of veins. As I looked down I noticed his long bare feet below which were covered with blood and paint. Actually, the whole floor was flooded with red. Not my mess to worry about. "What did you say?" he asked as he looked at me tenderly. I hadn't realized I'd said anything out loud. For whatever reason I said "I love you". He didn't respond. Just made a fast, fresh gash on the untouched arm. He couldn't be mad at me now because his cut was even more severe than the one I'd made. The dam had burst and my blood was going everywhere. I felt so dizzy. I said domrthing about needing to lie down. Where were those comfy chairs? I could face them together and sleep on the cushions. I neede to get to them before I passed out. I'd better hurry. I stepped a liitle too quickly because the bloody, paint-soaked plastic cause me to slip and fall on my back. Ahh. This was as good as a chair. I almost drifted off. I almost didn't notice Carlos lower himself on top of me. I wanted this. I'm pretty sure he gave ne another needle to my ribs and say something about a substance that would control the bleeding. I guess it wasn't working fast enough for him because he kept muttering "shit shit shit". He straddled my chest with his long legs and was smoking that pipe again. I asked to try it and he held to my lips and flicked the lighter as I inhaled the fires of Hell. Now I was starting to come alive again. It made me so happy to see him inhale more as well because I wanted him to be happy. I started to try and ask him if he was feeling good, but he was lifting my bare legs in the air and positioning his long hairy prick up against my hole. Nice. That felt right. For a brief second I remeber he had some paint on the pointy head of his dick and that worried me more than anything. A strange dick with no condom was inside me but I was more worried about paint in my bloodstream. Not too worried -- just a little worried. He bucked those slim hips in and out of me as we slid all over the wet plastic. It was almost comical....like a 'Tom and Jerry' cartoon or something. But then he came audibly...and emptied his seed inside of my ass. Was I still bleeding? Was I dying? Both? I wandered some other things when Carlos covered me with a few layers of unstretched canvas. It was a little scratchy but warm. I drifted into dreams of colors and art. Would I wake up alive? Probably.

I was in Salt Lake City, the Mormon Capital of the world, this past weekend. I normally will stay at a fairly nice downtown hotel or one out by the airport when I'm in SLC. But because I wanted to host an anonymous hotel walk in Breed & Seed on my raw hole on Saturday night, I rented a ground floor room at a somewhat seedy motel, just on the edge of Downtown SLC, Utah. This motel had parking right in front of my door. It was right across the street from a streetcar tram stop. And just on the edge of the downtown area. So, it had very quick and easy access. It's also in a neighborhood with a primarily Black and Latino population. So, I just had a feeling it would be a good location to host a breed & seed for the Saturday night I'm there. That hunch turned out to be right. I had listed my anon breeding party on BBRT. I'd received 10 guys saying they wanted to attend from that BBRT party ad. I also posted on Squirt.org and kept placing ads on the SLC Craigslist M2M pages for several days before the party. All my posts stated that starting at 8pm on Sat., my hotel room would be unlocked. the room dark, just come in, find me ass up, face down on the edge of the bed, slide in and seed my hole. I arrived at my motel room at about 4:00pm on Saturday afternoon. I got to my room. There was a king sized bed and the room was quite large. So it looked like a perfect setup for a fuck party. The motel was a bit on the seedy side. But, that made it even better. I quickly douched myself completely and showered. Then I contacted two guys that said they could only attend if it was early. So, I emailed both those guys to tell them that I was at the hotel and ready to start taking loads. I gave both guys the name, address and room number of my hotel room. The first guy, a "str8", married, Mormon guy in his early 40's quickly emailed me back. Saying that he was 5 to 10 minutes away. I unlock my door, turn off the lights to be ready for him. I used some duct tape to tape over the door latch. I turned off all the lights with the exception of a small nightlight that I had plugged into an outlet near the bed. It just created enough light so my outline could be seen kneeling on the edge of the bed. Outside, the temperature was a bone chilling 26 degrees. True to his word in less than 10 minutes I heard the door open and close. I felt the blast of cold air from the open door on my naked body. Then I heard a belt buckle being undone and pants being discarded. A very cold hand then began to feel my ass and asshole. I hadn't lubed up. Very soon I felt his hard cock pressing at my dry hole. He was trying to press in. I had lube on the bedside table. But, I really wanted just spit and cum to be my lube for the night. So I asked him to spit on my ass and his cock to lube up. He spit a couple of times, while I poppered myself up. Soon he was pressing his cock at my hole again and he finally plopped up inside me. He wasted no time in getting right to it. Within just minutes I heard his hard breathing. His speed was increasing and he let out a soft groan as he filled my ass with the first load of the evening. He quickly pulled up his pants, slipped his coat back on and was out the door without saying a word. I checked my email and the other guy that said he could only come if earlier than 8pm had replied to me. He had said he was 30 minutes away and would head right over. I checked the time of his email and looked at my watch. He should be here shortly. So, I assumed my position, on my knees, on the edge of the bed. My ass facing the door. Sure enough, within just a few minutes, I heard the sound of the door opening and felt the blast of cold air hit me. "Mmmmm..... Nice", I heard him say. I started to sniff my poppers as he undressed. He begins to feel my asshole. "Fuck, YEAH! You got a load in you already", he said as he felt the previous guys load at my hole. "Suck me, a bit", he said. I climbed off the bed and got on my knees. He put his semi hard cock to my lips and I began to suck him till I could feel him grow to full hardness. Then I climbed back on the bed and he very quickly slammed into me in one, quick, thrust. He grabbed me around the waist and pumped me hard and deep. This guy's cock was a lot longer, thicker and harder than the first guy. His cock was stretching my hole as he pounded his dick hard into me. We were both grunting with each thrust. Soon he put one of his legs up on the bed to get a deeper angle to my ass. He was going balls deep with every thrust. The he pushed me further up onto the bed and he climbed up on the bed, kneeling behind me. Now the headboard was banging against the wall as he slammed into me. About 5 minutes of intense fucking resulted with him letting out some loud grunts as he filled my ass with load #2. After he came inside me, he climbed off the bed. Grabbed some of the tissues that I had on the bedside table. I climbed off the bed and handed him some wet wipes that I also had on the table. As he's cleaning off, he and I chat a bit. "So, are you married? Is that why you wanted to come over early?" "Yeah. Married to a guy. We have a don't ask, don't tell arrangement. So, I needed to do this before your party, so I can get home to him", he said. "Yeah. I understand", I replied. "Thanks for the fuck. I needed that", he said, as he dressed and left my room. It's now almost 6pm, so I send out my room number to all the other guys that had replied to my ads. All in all from all the different ads I had placed, about 20 guys had replied that they wanted to attend. Now, from previous experience, I know that normally, just a small portion of those guys actually show up. Sometime the attendance can be amazing. And sometimes it turns out to be a complete bust. So, I had no idea if it was going to be an active night? Or if I was going to be bored to death, waiting for guys to show up? Well, the evening turned out to be quite successful. Most of the night was slow, but steady. Though I had said I wanted to start at 8pm, at 7:20pm my door opened and an older Mexican guy came into my room. I was at the desk on my laptop at the moment, checking email replies. He came into my room and began to take off his pants. I moved to him and dropped to my knees. I got him hard and then climbed on the bed. He then slid into me and fucked me for about 10 minutes before filling me up. Once he had left, another guy showed up. A tall, muscular and hairy guy in his late 40's. He took no time sliding right into me. While he was fucking me, the door opened again and a guy in his early 30's came in. Also quite muscular. These two guys seemed to know each other. They're laughing and chatting about the coincidence of running into each other at a "Cum & Dump". Soon both guys are on the bed and are kissing each other as I climb between their legs and take turns sucking both their dicks. Once again, the door opens and a small, thin guy in his mid 50's walks in. He quickly undresses and slides up on the bed, laying alongside the other two. I'm now trying to suck all three. Finally the first of these three guys tells me he wants to fuck me again. I get on my knees on the edge of the bed. He stands behind me and slides back up into me. He's an awesome fuck. He fucks for about 8 or 9 minutes before he plants a load in me. He keeps fucking me slowly. I can feel that he's still rock hard in my ass. Soon his pace picks up again and he puts a second load in me. He finally pulls out and the short, thin guy climbs off the bed and comes behind me. He slides his cock up into me in one, quick, thrust. This guy doesn't take long to empty his balls in my ass. My hole is now getting really sloppy with cum. The guys are commenting how slick and silky my hole is. While the thin guy was fucking me, the previous guy as climbed back on the bed. He's now sitting on the other guys dick, taking a ride on his buddies cock. I'm loving this scene as two of us are now enjoying cocks in our holes. Again, the door opens and closes and that familiar rush of cold air fills the room. In the darkness I can see a very, very tall, broad, muscular black guy in his late 20's/early 30's undressing. As he pulls his pants off, His hard cock comes bouncing up. Holy Fuck! He's hung! Not only hung, but it's really, really thick! And he is ROCK HARD! As soon as the thin guy has cum and begins to dress, I climb off the bed and drop to my knees in front of the black kid. His cock is so big and thick, I can't get much in my mouth. I suck on his cockhead and suck on his balls. Then, I say to him, "Fuck me". I climb back on the bed and put my ass up for him. He tries to push into me. Even though my ass is well lubed with cum, he's just too big and thick. "There's lube to your left", I tell him. As he's lubing up his cock and my ass, I'm sniffing poppers like crazy. I'm going to need the popper rush to loosen my hole enough to take his monster cock. Soon, he was pushing up into me. It was burning a bit. But, I wasn't going to slow or stop him. I wanted his bbc and his load. I literally had to keep the bottle of poppers at my nose for the first few minutes of his fuck. It really was hurting. But soon the pain began to ease and I was loving every thrust of his bbc. His cock was rubbing my prostate in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Soon the prostate friction was causing me to orgasm. "Oh, Fuck", I said as my cock exploded on the sheet below me. Having me cum, just by him fucking me, seemed to tip the scale on this black God. He began to shake in orgasm himself and emptied his balls in my ass. I milked his cock with my ass muscles. He hadn't said a word, but quickly dressed. I now realized the older, thin guy had been standing beside us. Watching in awe, as this hot, black guy was assaulting my ass. He also now left my room. The other two were still fucking on my bed. So, I got back on my laptop to check for messages. I also now got onto Grindr, Growlr, Scruff and Jack'D. Changing my profile on all those phone apps to state that I was in SLC taking raw loads. That seemed to pay off. I quickly got several more replies from guys on those apps that wanted to come seed me. The rest of the evening was a slow and steady stream of guys coming in to seed me. Several more black and latino guys. The older Mexican guy that had come about 7:20pm came back for a second fuck. He brought a buddy of his along to also plant a load in me. They took turns tagging me. The older Mexican guy put his second load in me. Then his younger buddy emptied his balls in me. By the time 11pm came, I had completely lost track of the number of loads I had taken. It had all become a blur. I'm guesstimating that by the time of 11pm, I had taken 9 to 12 loads in my ass and 2 in my mouth. But, I'm truly not sure? As I said, it had become quite a blur. The vast majority seemed to be DL Latino and black guys. Which is exactly what I had been hoping for at this location. I was just about to lock the door and go to bed, when the door opened again. In walked a tall, thin, gangly looking guy in his mid 50's. He had long gray hair, pulled back in a pony tale. An aging "Hippie". He was familiar. This guy is a horny, kinky fucker that has fucked me dozens of times over the years, when I've been up in SLC. But, I hadn't seen him in several years. The last I knew, he had moved away to Oregon. But, he was obviously back living in Utah again. He had always told me that he was bisexual. He always seemed to be in a different relationship with a woman. His relationships never seemed to last very long. He had told me that he would sometimes have 3ways with his girlfriends and his bi buddies. But some of his girlfriends had no idea of his m2m sexual activities. I remembered that he was very verbal. He loved to fuck raw. He loved group fucks and he loved watersports. In fact, he's the first guy to piss on me and make me drink his piss. He tended to be quite aggressive and dominant while fucking me. However, I also remember him telling me that he was very submissive in his relationships with women. Quite an interesting guy. I remember him telling some really wild stories of his yearly visit to 'Burning Man' and his week long sexual escapades there in the Nevada desert. Anyway, I was really happy to see this old fuck buddy of mine walking in. He took no time to dump his clothes. "How many loads do you have in you, bitch?" "I have no idea", I said? He kneels behind me and begins to lick my hole. "Mmmmm...... You do have a sloppy cunt, bitch!" He's licking and lapping away at my hole. Then he stands behind me and immediately slams into me. He fucks me hard and deep. Then leans down and licks my hole again. He keeps alternating between fucking me and eating cum from the other guys from my hole. "Who's been in this hole tonight, Dave? Who's cum am I feeling in your pussy?" I begin to describe some of the guys that have seeded me. He's particularly enjoying hearing about the black dick in me. That's really turning him on. Upon hearing about the young BBC that had made me cum while fucking me, tipped it for hippie guy. He now was filling my ass with his load. Once he had "cum and gone", I removed the duct tape from the door. Put the other lock on the door and slipped into bed. It was now nearly Midnight. I fell asleep immediately. Waking up the next morning with a huge wet spot on the motel sheets from the cum that had been dripping from me all night. I had no idea how a "Breed & Seed" would go in Salt Lake City. But it turned out to be one of my better attended events.

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 past weekend, met a Middle Eastern guy on Adam, of course, profile said safe only. Cool, torso looked hot, semi lean, hairy, mentioned he could be a freak. I meet him at his place, he blindfolds me. Says, hope you don't mind, I brought a friend, he needed some ass also. No idea about the guy since my blindfold is on but I'm game and laying on the bed going along with it. He says, come on Dre. I hear someone else come in the bedroom. I'm on this elevated foam pillow, ass in the air, I hear middle eastern guy talking in front of me and feeds me poppers and his dick, tells me to get him hard. In the meantime, someone is fingering and eating my ass. Keeps feeding me poppers so I'm on cloud eleventeen sucking dick when I feel fingers pushing more and more spit in my hole. I feel something smooth, definitely petroleum jelly pushed into my hole with 2 then 3 fingers. The fingers pulls out after rough fucking me.Then I feel something a lot thicker push its way in. Glad I got the poppers because that fucker was thick and definitely feeling full inside. And definitely raw. I can hear middle eastern guy taking pictures with his cell. I'm not too concerned with my blindfold pretty much covering my face. Then dick in my mouth, I feel the other rod pick up pace. I hear the guy moaning and sweat dripping into my back. I know he explodes inside me, can feel his load leaking down my balls. Tells guy in my mouth, you're gonna want some of this especially now. Guy in my mouth wasn't too thick so I tightened myself a little for both our pleasure when he took over my hole. I sucked on the other guys used dick while middle eastern guy fucked me. That's when I figured the first guy was black, I could see a little under the blindfold, dark skin and tight curls on his pubes. Beautiful uncut dick. Never really got soft. So then blindfold back in place, middle eastern guy has me ride him, pushing sex pillow aside. Then had me lean forward so we're chest to chest, riding him. That's when I feel a finger applying more lube to my hole. But this time, I feel the liquid dripping down my crack. So I got Vaseline, cum and now some other liquid lubing my hole. Now I feel a finger slowly pushing its way in alongside the middle eastern cut dick in my ass. I can tell he wants to dp me but I'm like, you can try with your fingers but no way both dicks going inside me. He gets 2 fingers inside me and nearly a third when middle eastern guy Dick expands and starts shooting deep in my ass. I feel more liquid dripping heavily out my hole. He gets out from under me, Dre climbs on top and fucks me again. Puts a 3rd load in my hole before they wipe my hole down, and take my blindfold off. On the table, 2 empty condom wrappers and on the floor, 2 unrolled condoms, both empty. We get dressed, I get ready to leave, they tell me they really liked it, would it be cool to bring another guy in, also top, safe also (ha!) same rules, blindfold on. I go along with it, squeezing my hole shut after the abuse. I get home and push out a good amount of cum. Tasty, too.

Haha. Won't necessarily stop me ??

With that much crystal meth running through my veins it's hard to keep track of those first few hours. I remember initially going down on a cock as big as a trout attached to a body who rolling belly had FEED ME tattooed on it. I don't want to give bullet-head credit, but the nostril piss created a mucous in reaction to the acidity that coated my throat, in particular the back of my throat that took the brunt of oral abuse, allowing me to swallow Dwayne's carp halfway down my gullet with little trouble. Truth be told I was also into it. I'd never been one for deep throating but my coated throat on top of the threat and (again, truth be told) the excitement of possible castration, got me to service Dwayne like I'd never orally serviced any of the normal-sized boys I'd blown. Dwayne got the royal treatment: a hands-free blow job that took in every inch of his tool. I was lost for what seemed hours inhaling his cock, feeling how good it was to tickle not just the back of my throat but a sizable amount of it going down my esophagus. I think Dwayne was amazed too. He kept pushing my head down in disbelief so my lips collided continually with his hairy bush. Loose hairs that any other time I would have spent minutes trying to pick off my tongue got swallowed up in each thrust down his giant cock. As high as I was I expect he was too, and no one had given him head like I was giving him head. He came fairly quickly but after he came didn't want me to stop. It was only after I start polishing his knob with my fist that he begged me. Judging by the looks on the other's faces, I had done what others hadn't, that is, gone beyond pleasuring this massive beast to the point where he wanted no more of it. That didn't mean by any mean I was finished. Only just beginning. In overwhelming waves of T that weren't subsiding, I blacked out for a while during and after working on Dwayne. I was tripping heavily outside of the reality I was in. For a while I thought I was in a grocery store, that I was the meat being sold and parceled out to various customers. These customers, whenever I could focus, kept coming back to Dwayne, Gary, Old John and the kid. For the most part Old John and Young were wrapped up in each other to the exclusion of whatever was going on in the living room, the boy glued to the father's anus. Gary, after Dwayne hit me up the side of my head telling me to stop polishing his knob, took over and ordered me to lie on the floor. Because of the absolute jumble in my brain, moving from kneeling in front of Dwayne to getting to a prone position on the floor was a major endeavor. Not only could I not understand what a floor was, the position of kneeling was all I could remember ever having done from conception to now. It sounds ridiculous, but I had no idea who "I" was when Gary looked at me, nor could I remember ever having not been in front of Dwayne sucking him off. It's as if I had no life before, only this one, kneeling, having a cock sliding into and out of my gullet. Physical reality, however, took over any lack of brain activity on my part. Gary snatched the reins of abuse once Dwayne had finished. I was continually smacked, my hair pulled, my body punched, until I was on the floor exactly how Gary wanted me positioned. I take it at some point Dwayne was assisting but I never saw him actually slide off the couch and hold down my legs. I do recall, once on the floor, Gary kneeling on my arms, pinning them at my side, hovering his butt over my face. But once his face, specifically his hairy hole went over my mouth and his cheeks covered my eyes, I don't remember much after that, at least not in a linear "this happened next" sense; only a various list of events in random order. The crystal flooded my will, making me pliable to whatever was told to me, moment by moment. If I heard lick, I licked. If I heard eat, I ate. If I was told suck that's what I did. I remember at one point in the darkness a foul taste enter my mouth at the same time a wet ejaculate spurted on my chest, but the memory was quickly replaced with only a residual fetid paste remaining on my lips after I heard an order to swallow. I heard Gary someplace far away saying something long, complicated, yet vaguely family, but all I truly caught was "next time you shit" muffled beneath Gary's soft buns I was worshiping. While this was an intense undertaking that should have made an indelible mark on my psyche, abridging my character to include things I thought I'd never do, actions taken which I vaguely have some memory of but clouded by a quasi-dream state so I would barely know if they happened or I imagined, or even—dare I say—wished they would happen, an even stronger sensation, one that remained in my sense memory from then till now, was occurring within the shaft of my cock. In the darkness of Gary's furry ass, I felt at first a tip of a cold wedge entering me. It was hard and painful as it traveled down my shaft, an unfamiliar sensation as it was unpleasant. Someone was holding my semi-rigid dick in place, while the weight of this object invaded me slowly, tormentingly slow, inch by inch. At some point, maybe halfway down my shaft, four inches now that my cock was fully erect, it occurred to me that it had to be the screwdriver Gary had held while he was on a kitchen stool, previously masturbating himself with. Now he was using it on me. While it travel the length of my cock it finally rested too close to my prostate to feel good. I felt its blade twirl with someone at the top twisting the handle. I howled at the internal gyration it inflicted on my prostate, a exceedingly painful but at the same time arousing sensation that I could barely stand. Barely. My cries of torture were muffled between Gary's cheeks as my head rocked back and forth in denial that this was happening. Then the blade was dragged up and out of my piss slit only to fall back inside with even more violence. There was nothing I could do to stop it. No pleas, or cries abated the abuse. In fact, the more noise I made, the more extreme the invasion became. I felt as my stifled begging surrendered to the abuse, my meat as hard as its ever been, bent up ninety degrees skyward, the screwdriver resting at its furthest depth, it was soon followed by a second intrusion going down my shaft. The two screwdrivers were being manipulated by an expert who know how much a body could take and then pushed to take even more. A third was added between the two already piercing me. I felt the manipulator spread the three of them apart, ripping my urethra to a stretch that was breaking me. I thrashed as the three at once were masturbating me from the inside to the point where, not that it felt good, quite the opposite, but to the point where I felt deep within my balls I was getting close to cumming. The last thing I wanted was the cause of such violence to be the trigger for an orgasm, but when the bullet-headed bastard twisted the flathead blades for a final time and pulled them out all together, I shot like a pubescent's first time. Streams of dick snot erupted long after the tools were withdrawn. My body shook with tremors and after shocks, volcanic eruptions that never seemed to end. In the hours of blackness beneath my captor to this moment of release was an eternity, and in the aftermath of eternity my body collapsed in on itself like a blackhole pulling in everything around it. An emptiness of conscious the void will never fill. When Gary finally crawls off my face it's light outside. Without a word, he and Dwayne leave the trailer with me laying on the floor in a puddle of my own sweat, drool and copious cum. The screen door slams behind them, and I look up to see, almost as a surprise, a very hot naked father and son team grinning down at me, Young John smoking a cigarette, Old John smoking a cigar. I'm primed. As I lay there catching my breath, I can't wait to get between this illicit duo. I feel that at this point there's nothing I won't do. I'll be disabused of that notion soon enough.

This guy knows what he is doing. He found my horny button and is expert at playing with it and turning up the volume.

Very hot! Lucky Nick! Love to see where this goes!

I am looking for very violent, brutal porn. Especially with rape play. I want really hard stuff, preferably with smacking, strangling, beating, etc. I don't know why but I really get off on watching Tops dominate and get abusive with guys. So anyone want to point me in the direction of some good vids?

Damn dude! It's great to see you continue this hot fucking story of cheating and pozzing! Hope there's more coming.

“Ummm nice sloppy hole…Do you think he needs a raw poz cock in his ass?” asks Liam We respond immediately. “Fuck yeah, want to see your poz cock sliding in his cunt…Can’t wait to see his face when you flood his guts.” Liam has Ross, his boyfriend of two years, immobilized …controlled …powerless …helpless…his mind fucked up and now for the first time he’s going to fuck its hole with his newly positive meat. As he pushes his big, thick 9-inch cock in, not ramming it in, but not exactly slowly either. He just pushed in steadily and forcefully, his fat cock muscling any flesh out of its way until Liam’s well-trimmed pubes were scratching his boyfriend’s ass. “Fuck yeah, love that hole,” he grunted, and started to fuck, he slowly started pumping in and slowly out, he was paying attention how all the warm fluids squished around his cock. Ross was so full of cum it sprayed froth everywhere on the out stoke “Damn, boy! Got a ten-day load I need to blow” Ross cocked his head to the talk, as if somewhere in the back of his mind he recognized that voice but to fog his brain once more Liam had started moving his hips harder and faster. His lust levels were sky high with his urge to breed. Now that he didn't have to worry, he had to breed. He wanted to breed. And breed right now. He started pushing in as deep as possible into Ross. Grahame has his phone out recording the pozzing then disappears tapping out texts. By the way Liam was pounding that ass, I knew he couldn't wait to unload, his breathing was getting ragged and I could see sweat flying as his full balls slapped against his boyfriend’s ass. “Get ready for my load” huffs Liam. Ahhh! That desperate urge to cum…and we are all surprised by the reply “That’s what I’m for, Daddy, enjoy using me.” That was enough to push him over the edge as he slammed balls-deep and stopped, his balls pulled up when he blew, the most recent member of the brotherhood’s strain shot out of his piss slit like Exocet Missiles firing his virus in to the punctured lining of Ross’s ass and guts. He sighed in satisfaction, feeling the warmth of his cum push deeper as he scraped of his fingernails down His boy’s back as he trembling in orgasmic release grunting as his cock stopped pulsing. Liam fell forwards propping himself up on his elbows his mouth next to Ross’s right ear, “You’re well fucked now mate!” Again, the head twitched and we could see his brow crease in recognition, “Hope you enjoyed the leaving do…time for a new flat mate ‘coz this one’s checking out!” Ripping all nine inches out in one swift action followed by a river of pink streaked cum. “Awww werrr…. fuck! Lee, Lee is that you? Fuck Noooooooooooo. Lee, Lee I’m sorry oh fuck” as he struggles to break free from his shackles making the rope bite into his flesh and as he continues to thrash more skin is torn from his wrists and ankles. “Please Lee let me explain” more wriggling….” Fuck! How do I get out of here? Please someone” As he starts to wail and sob apologies all Ross hears is the footsteps as we walk away. We group hug to make sure Liam is OK knowing we have witnessed the end of his relationship, “Yeah I’m all good, I knew he was cheating, yet funnily enough I was cool with that it’s all those lies that I can’t deal with…all day has been building up to me telling him to fuck off, now it’s done I feel fine!” adding, “especially with you guys support” I admit it, I’m certainly in lust with, if not love with Liam and before asking Grahame, I blurt out “Move in with us, y’know friends with benefits!” “sweet” is his answer but he’s already answered with his massive cock immediately boning up in anticipation, in fact we’re all ready to go again, but wait, there’s knocking at the door, “Ah, right on time, it’s Pitor and his friends to continue with Ross where we left off” says Grahame. For Ross, still cussing and his body heaving as he sobs into the bedding, now does have a stranger behind him. The 6’5” Pole has no fat on his alabaster white body that makes his 10inch cut cock, with next to no pubic hair, look obscenely huge. In his thick accent, he tells Ross, “when I heard we had a cheating negative boy all tied up ready to be raped my friends and I couldn’t keep away. Share the toxic HIV strain that infected your friends with another buddy” He pushed his cock slowly all the way down, and then started ramming like Ross was a piece of meat. "nice, I love the sloppy seconds or thirds" It must have been sooo painful at first but he couldn't say anything other than make strange noises because he had a cock ramming his mouth. The three guys swapped places between his ass and mouth for at least 30 minutes. Whilst we make arrangements for Liam to move in we hear one of the strangers grunt as he pushed his big cock deeper and dumped his load deep inside, then another foreign voice, Pitor’s?, adds "Fuck I want to cum! That’s my good little boy, daddy’s gonna knock you up tonight…Let your POZ daddy ride that ass." It took him less than five minutes before blasting his load pushing the loads yet deeper in Ross’s guts, "Take IT, more POZ cum for your ass!” with real emphasis on IT and POZ to embed in his brain. The last guy must have had bull balls ‘coz all we could hear was the constant slapping as they smacked against Ross’s ass, “I…like…look in your eyes…. you see biohazard tattoo…on chest…. makes me harder…Aaaarrrrgh” We are gob smacked when Ross responds with, "More, give it to me. Oh fuck, I love it. Give me more." So we run into the bedroom for the finale "Getting close” smack, smack, smack, “I'm going to shoooooooooot” "Give it to me. Shoot it into me. Fuck I want your Poz load, fucking knock me up" Ross pants quickly followed by, “Oooowe fuck cuuuummmming” as the last of his negative loads are pushed out and we watch mesmerized as the huge hairy balls are rested on Ross’s ass as the guy had bottomed out, was not moving, but his body and cock continued flexing, doubtless oozing more and more poz cum into the completely wrecked hole. He withdrew leaving a flood of cum all over Ross’s ass. They untied the sweaty cum covered Ross and, leaving me and Liam alone in the lounge, order Ross to get out of the house. As exhausted as he was, filled with a gallon of high viral cum, his ripped ass and mouth in pain from the hour of constant poking, he wobbly got up off the bed, gathered his stuff, struggled to get in some clothes and left head bowed without saying a word. Hope it matched his dream rape fantasy!

1997 I was in college, and loved everything about it except the studying. And the reading, tests and homework. Other than that stuff it was all super. If there'd been a "wasting time" major, I'd be a huge success because every time I was supposed to be studying, I'd find some new way to kill an hour or two. My school had several museums and I'd been to all of them except the natural history one. I'd seen enough taxidermy and dioramas on grade school field trips to last a lifetime. But it was late on a Thursday afternoon and I really didn't feel like going back to my dorm room and cracking open a Russian novel where all the characters had long names that were too hard to keep track of. So I went to that museum. The horse General Custer was riding when he was killed was supposedly in there somewhere. That'd at least be something that might be interesting. Right at the entrance there was a long wall of dioramas. "History of Man" was the theme. It went backward from modern man (a mannequin with a briefcase and suit) all the way to apes. Talk about wasting time. It was all so simple but I did find myself lingering a little at both the Cro Magnon and Neanderthal exhibits. Naked, hairy and primitive men always looked good to me no matter what period of time they came from. I had no experience with men, but I already had a type. It was a little frustrating that they put such small penises on them, but I guess you can't really expect to see porn-sized dongs in a college museum. Oh well. I did mange to find Custer's horse on the 4th floor and it was pretty unimpressive. i worked my way down each floor and grew seriously bored. Maybe something was wrong with my contacts, but I swore I kept seeing something moving in the corner of my eye. I looked around and saw nothing. I didn't clean the lenses as often as I was supposed to. Once I made it to the basement I finally found exhibits I was somewhat interested. Here were displays of venomous snakes and spiders common in this state. I had a serious fear of those brown recluse spiders and was certain that they were everywhere around me as I slept at night. As I tried to memorize what they looked like, a janitor pushing a broom came right up to where I was standing. I quickly moved out of the way and started studying the snakes. 'whisk, whisk, whisk' Here came the broom man and I was slightly annoyed. Were't there four other floors he could go sweep now. I thought of just leaving, but decided to go three rows over and look at all the colorful butterflies -- dead, beautiful and pinned to a board. I'd lived in this area my whole life and had never seen any of these species. Whatever. whisk, whisk, whisk What the fuck? Was I trailing dirt or something? The janitor was back and this time I turned to him to say something. I saw him at last. He was pretty much the guy from the Neanderthal display wearing blue coveralls. Shoulder-length dark hair, a bushy beard and a distinct uni-brow. It was almost comical, but I didn't laugh. I decided to stand still and let him just go around me. But he stopped and stared right at me with dark, dark eyes that were heavily shaded by his thick eyebrows. "You here to have fun, boy?" He could talk -- which surprised me somehow. "Huh?" "They usually come here on Thursdays for some fun", he answered. "They?" "The fags. You a fag?" "Probably", I answered, hardly believing I was having this conversation. "Good. Who told you about me? Was it that Kirk guy? He's got AIDS, ya know?" I stayed quiet. "Yeah, I noticed a lot of you dudes are sickly looking which is why I never touch their dicks. I'll fuck 'em in the ass and mouth, but that's it. I'm completely straight so I can't get nothin'. "Don't be so sure", I thought to myself. I watched as he let the broom drop behind him. He stared me down with that prehistoric stare and started kicking off his work boots. He had no socks on and each of his toes were sprouting great spurts of hair just like the fake cavemen in the display. Once he had his janitor uniform all the way off, I was witness to the most body hair I'd ever seen on one body. His dick was hard and noticeably larger than his cousins in the diorama. "Well...come suck on it", he said with a tone of impatience. I hesitated. "I locked the front door twenty minutes ago. Nobody's here but us". I would not get to the Russian novel on my desk any time soon. I knelt down and took the shiny, fat head in my mouth. It tasted like a man. I pushed forward and his ultra-hairy, ticklish crotch covered my eyes and nose. "Ow, Watch the teeth! What's wrong with you? None of them others ever let me feel their damn teeth". I tried to be more careful but I guess he'd had enough. Caveman pulled away and bent down to fold up his coveralls into a makeshift pillow. "Come lay back, fag. Damn! It's like you ain't never done this before." I hadn't, but I played along. I was supposed to be somebody else I guess. I noticed the top of his 'pillow' had an embroidered name on it. "Judd". Judd. Perfect. He wasted no time in mounting me with my legs in the air. It hurt so much and I tried to scoot away from under him. "Aw Hell -- you're new. You need oil? I don't got none now, but I'll go easy." In my effort to get away I had messed up the pillow and now my head was on the bare floor. He went for it again. His determined caveman dick eventually made it halfway in me before I stared weeping with pure agony. "Relax the butthole, boy. I'll finish soon." 'Soon' could mean anything so I just shut my eyes as tight as possible and let him go at it. He was fast and primitive and started to orgasm right as he let out a caveman growl. I maybe even moaned myself. He pulled out of me (which also hurt), straddled my chest and let a few cum drops hit my lips. "That there is clean sperm", he added. I doubted it, but savored the taste anyway. We dressed and I left. I went back a few times and we did everything all over again. He sometimes brought oil or lotion and sometimes he forgot. It was somewhere around the time finals started that I got seriously sick. I had fevers, a rash and pains in all kinds of embarrassing places. I could barely get out of bed and that's when my buddy Jenny dragged me to the student clinic to get checked out. Big surprise. I had gono, syphilis, crabs, and thrush in my throat. It was too soon to tell if I had HIV, but I'd find out in four months. I spent a lot of time recovering...sleeping, taking pills and dreaming of going back n time to meet my caveman.

It's the most painful minutes of my life! I coughed up the initial stream before the bullet-headed bastard smacks my head and tells me to take the rest in my mouth and warns me to not loose a drop. "You let any spill on the bed," he threatens, "the rest is going up your nose." I take him at his word, and lock my lips around his long uncut cock and just swallow and swallow and swallow and swallow. While I'm gulping I hear him say: "You know my piss is going straight to you stomach now, pig." I remember Young John's exact words as bullet-head is talking. This must be Young John's daily life, what he hears every day serving these men. "You got my piss in you. Next time you piss that's going to be my piss coming out of your dick. Just remember that." I almost feel sorry for Young John until: "Can we keep him, daddy?" Young John asks, while bullet-head finishes peeing down my throat. "Can we, huh?" "Did you show him the lab?" Johnny's father asks concerned, "Or talk to him about it?" "No, sir," says Young John. "All we did was smoke a little bit. I didn't say we made it." "Well, he knows now, don't he, Young John?" I see Young John's puzzled face nodding. He's not stupid but I wonder about his father. Did he mean to trip him up? Bullet-heads squeezing out a last few squirts. "So now we either have to put him down out yonder with the other, or you're gonna have to train him good. I mean real, real good, son." "Wait!" I blurt out. Bullet-head smacks me again. The fat one leaps on my head and puts a rubber ball in my mouth, and then fits a muzzle under my chin and around my cheeks buckling it in the back. I'm trying to get out words, which is now impossible, so I resort to negative pleas. Mmm-mm, I'm getting out through the muzzle. Mmm-mm. Snots from the earlier piss irrigation is running down my face over the muzzle, and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. All I can see is Johnny looking scared, which fills me with terror. "I'll train him, daddy," he pleads. "I'll train him real, real good. He ain't gonna be no problem. He can have table scraps and live in the wood shed and I'll train him to do all the things you like. Y'all can have a lot of fun with him. He likes tina, and he likes it dirty, and I bet if you slam him he'll do whatever else you can think of, like you do me." "He sure looks purdy from what I can see, Old John," the fat one says. "If he can take my gooch meat maybe he might be worth keepin'. Least for a time." "We'll see," Old John says. "Put your collar on him, boy, and lead him into the living room. We got some relaxing to do, and we'll see if he can help you with your chores. Could be nice t'have another one of you around. That is, if he can be housebroke." "Thank you, daddy!" he says excitedly, while the men pile out of his room. He holds a finger up to me. "Shush," he whispers. "You wanna stay alive to mornin' you'll do exactly as I say, you hear me." All I can do is nod. "Okay then, you put this leather collar round your neck. Here, lemme fasten it." It's several inches thick and make me hold him neck up high. Once he locks it, he attaches a chain with a leather lead to it. "Now you just be a dog, you got that? A dog is what you are. And you do whatever anyone says. You gonna walk on all fours unless someone pulls you up. And you can cry and whine but you ain't never gonna say no, and you ain't never gonna say nothin'. You let them do whatever they want or you gonna end up dead like the others. You got me?" He's emphatic. Like the others. It's the second time "others" have been eluded to, and it's reverberating in my messed up brain as he leads me out to the join the men. The candle's still flickering as I crawl on all fours behind Johnny into the living room. "Sit!" he commands holding up a hand. I sit back on my haunches. "See, daddy. He's gonna be real easy to train. He's purdy too, ain't he, daddy? He's got real nice hair, nice new fur growin' on his chest, and nice hangin' balls I KNOW Gary's gonna like to hurt." "Don't matter if'n he's purdy," says bullet-head. "It matters if'n he's fun and can take what's dished out." Bullet-head is skinny with thin slits for eyes. He got a pointed goatee and tattoos poking out his plaid collar around his neck. If I were a dog I'd be growling at him. "Well, I think he is purdy," the fat one who wanted me to suck his gooch meat says. I wonder for a second before I push it out of my mind how big that gooch meat is going to be. "He might fit nicely at the foot of my bed when all y'all done havin' fun with him. What'cha call him, Young John?" "His names College. He got his car all crashed up by ol' Jonesy, I recon, and got lost looking for the main road. I toll him it weren't the way he was goin' even though it was, and he followed me home. I took him the long was so he don't know where he is no more." "That was right smart of you, Young John," says his daddy. "You sure you wanna call him College after he got so easily fooled? What about Dumbshit?" "Nah, we already had a Dumbshit, 'member? He was that curly headed feller. Besides, he talks real smart and I bet we can muscle him up. He's a good fucker and fister, and afore you came I was teaching him to take a fist. I betcha you'd get a good rosebud outta him in no time." There are a lot of alarms tripping during this conversation, but none as loudly as the way Old John is looking at me. He's a large man with very big, solid hands. He's cracking his knuckles looking me over. Hard to believe he's Johnny's father. They don't look anything alike. Where Young John has sandy brown hair, Old John is jet back. He's got a furrowed unibrow arching over deep blue eyes. His beard is thick and black with no grey in it, so I'm guessing he's somewhere in his thirties, which would make him very young for being Johnny's father. He is a daddy type, of that there's no doubt. His neck is thick and shoulder's wide. He's kicking off his boots. They fall near me and the stink that comes out of them could easily make me wretch if I was any nearer. His teeth are yellow but he has all of them, not like bullet-head who's missing all four front teeth. Old John keeps flexing his hands as he's eyeballing me, and I have a feeling I know where he's imagining planting those big, hairy fists. I stare at his fingers, which each have trails of hair running down them. It take me a second to realize he's talking to me: "Looks like you got nice meat on you. What's that, eight inches I recon?" I look at Johnny who nods his head once. I look back at Old John and nod. "You slam him, Young John?" "No, sir, we just blew some clouds, but look at those arms. He got some nice juicy veins on him, don't he daddy? Bet you could turn him into a slam whore real easy. Maybe makes some money at Shady Acres trailer park." "Dwayne," Old John says to the fat one, "why don't you introduce our new house pet who would do well to git his first slam." I'm ready to protest when Young John subtly tugs my chain. I look over at him and, almost invisibly, shakes his head. "Me, too, Dwayne," he says holding out his arm as way of distraction. He stares at me very pointedly. "Sure, boy. Why don't we all get to know one another," Dwayne says taking off his dingy grey sweater. Underneath are rolls of fat, boobs that droop over his hefty belly, and pits that I can smell over here. He gets up and goes to the kitchen area and from a drawer takes out a handful of used needles with orange caps. He counts out five and brings over a glass of water and starts dolling out power into each of them. I see bullet-head spot something on the counter and goes over to pick it up. It's Johnny's cage. "Young John, you take off your cage, boy?" "No, sir. College done that." "Git up, son," says Old John. "It's been ages since I seen what your wiener looks like. Lemme me see you." The boy stands up. His father is in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a pelt of black chest hair and pecs that any body builder would be proud of. "Well, look at you, boy!" He slips off his pants and underwear. I'd say my jaw dropped but of course it' s being held in place by my muzzle. Still, I'm sure my eyes are boinging out of my face as I look at Johnny's daddy's anaconda hanging down. Out of his huge black bush is a semi-erect monster cock. The black hair from his chest continues non-stop to his crotch and continues spilling down the hairiest, most muscled legs I've seen. I feel my dick at the most inopportune time start getting aroused. "My boy done grown up. Look at that, Gary," he says to bullet-head. "Sprouting a little bush of weeds and everything. Course we gonna have to clip that hedge and get that cage back on you. Cain't let you become queer and the like. But I tell you what, I gotta have me some of that before we do. Dwayne, you almost ready?" Dwayne's sucking up water into the syringes and, with the flats of his hands, whipping them back and forth, dissolving the white powder in the tubes. "Almost." "Young John, you done left this flathead screwdriver out. What I tell you 'bout always puttin' back tools?" Gary scolds Johnny, like a nagging older brother. "You know what I gotta do to you now so you'll remember?" He's taking off his top, too. I'm not surprised to see how many tattoos he has. Praying hands, two kids faces on both sides of his rib cage, a broken open heart on his chest, all kinds of cliched religious images, a cross, prayer beads, wings on his back; also a scorpion tattoo on his shoulder and a biohazard on his treasure trail of thin brown hair. "Weren't me. Was College left it there," protests Johnny. The kid's sporting his curved hard on, maybe out of the praise from his father, maybe from, for once, not having a cage on him in front of these men, especially his daddy who's now monstrously erect. He's thick as a beer can, black pubic hair growing an inch up his shaft. He has to be a foot long, maybe more. I'm sitting on the floor trying to hide my erection by angling a raised leg. It seems, however, Old John is more interested in his boy than me at the moment. "Gimme you arm, College," says Dwayne quietly. My hearts thumping so loud in my chest I'm sure the others can hear it. I get on my knees and stretch out my arm. Dwayne puts it on a greasy yellow pillow. "Looks like College is all excited 'bout doing his first slam." Dwayne points to my cock standing straight up. The others laugh. "Let's see if he can keep that up after you done him," Old John says, taking three syringes off the coffee table. He tosses one to Gary at the counter who pops off the orange cap with his thumb and plunges it into one of his bruised veins. Old John point to the floor in front of him for Johnny to come and kneel. Johnny comes over as Old John settles in. They seems to have a ritual for his. Johnny holds out his arm. His daddy licks the crook and feels for a vein. Finds one, says "Stick," then, when he's pulled some of the blood into the syringe, asks if Johnny is ready. Yes, daddy, please slam me so that I' might be your obedient slave, he recites. Old John pushes in the plunger and Johnny falls to the ground and immediately begins licking his father's detestable feet. The boy looks lost in rapture on the floor holding up his father's foot, bathing it with his tongue, sucking and cleaning up between each of his toes. His father is searching his own arm, pumping his fist. Satisfied he's found one, he empties the content and falls back on the couch while his son caresses each nook and cranny between his father's toes. "Suck 'em good," he says, and Johnny does, one toe at a time looking up through foggy eyes at his dad. "Good boy. That's nice, boy. Take your time. Make sure you git all the smell off 'em. You ready to clean daddy's ass when you done?" Johnny nods enthusiastically. "Hadn't been cleaned since we went off hunting, and you know what that means?" He looks off in his own fog. "You sure you're ready for it?" he asks falling back deeper on the couch and spreading his hairy legs. I can smell his asshole from here. I don't envy Johnny's task. "College can help me," he churps, "cain't you College? He likes dirty buttholes," Johnny tells the group. I start counting my regrets wondering which one over the last day is the one I regret the most. Rimming Johnny's ass might be the worst, but there's so much completion. Gary at the counter is trying to get off his pants. I can see he's clumsily working on his belt and having a lot of trouble. "First College has GOT to learn to put away his tools. Boy, you ever git sounded?" he asks me finally getting his buckle open. His pants fall off his revealing a long, thin dick. He starts playing with it while he searching through one of the cabinets. He brings out some cooking oil and coats the screwdriver's tip and blade. He perches on a counter stool watching Dwayne feeling my forearm. Casually he puts the tip of the screwdriver in his piss slit and lets the handle go. It slowly slides into his hardening shaft. "This'll learn ya to put tools away, I guarantee. Oh, fuck, yes it will!" It's almost down to the handle when he grabs it and start pumping it in and out of his dick. "Stick," Dwayne says, and I feel a pinch where he's inserted the needle. "You ready for this?" "How much you give him?" Old John asks, relishing his son's tongue as it makes its way up the back of his furry leg. "Go for the balls first, son," he says softly to his son. "Three-quarters a gram," Dwayne says while I see my red blood swirling within the vial. Johnny lifts his head as he looks at me with concern. "Seven five's too much for his first time, Dwayne." "Too late now," he says. When I look down the vial is empty and I feel a rush of adrenaline like I've never felt before. I can't breath it's so intense. I feel my body locked down, incapable of any movement. There's a swelling in my lungs, which after a few moments of absolute panic, explodes with a cough that knocks me on my side. All my motor functions are useless. I'm glued to the floor feeling a red rush coursing through me. Blood behind my blind eyes. Then, like a tidal wave that picks me up without effort on my part, I bounce to my feet like a puppet, dick exploding cum right into Dwayne's beard. He's laughing and I feel insanely good, happy to be here in this dark den of meth heads. I feel like a demon of sex, hard, dripping cum. Looking over Old John who looks incredibly hot, who's cock I can't wait to get in me; over at Gary and want him to plunge that screwdriver right down my shaft like he's doing to his; at Johnny, wanting to join him on Old John's other leg and meet him in the middle at Old John's shit-smelling anus; but first getting down on Dwayne's gooch, as he's getting his last leg out of his dirty underwear, kicking it off his plump leg, and fluffing up a very fat and veiny cock. He's plunged his needle in his arm and is emptying the contents. "Okay, pig. Time to earn your keep," he says as he presses his finger where the syringe has come out. I kneel in front of him and he unbuckles my muzzle. I hungrily chomp down and start sucking his semi-hard cock until it fulfills it's promise, fully engorged, as the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life! "All the way down." I choke once at the attempt. "You puke or choke again, we're gonna go outside and snip those purdy balls right off. I guarantee." I don't choke again, but take his shaft down all the way down to his foul-smelling bush.

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.

Thanks to CumUnion (Palm Springs), my 2017 load total broke 3 digits - 117! 21 of them at CumUnion this past Saturday! My hole was sloppy and dripping. Thanks to all the hard cocks that blew inside me!

The next day, Mum gave me a journal. She told me it was just like the ones she had. She had ruled up the pages with six columns, and titled them with date, time, name, what we did, how we met, and comments. She showed me hers - she had one line for each guy she fucked since she met my step-dad. There was one book for each year. She said she always aimed to fill the books, but with 72 pages, and 30 lines on each page, it was quite hard (that's 2160 men). She now starts a new page for each week, and on a really good week will go onto two pages. The last few weeks of her journal were all on two pages. She told me that sharing my experiences made her even hornier than normal, and going out so often gave her plenty of opportunity. I wrote in the first three lines of my journal, and flicked through the rest of the book, feeling a little excited and a little scared. Mum told me to take it slowly, make sure I was comfortable with it, and only do what I enjoyed. Turns out that I enjoyed fucking. I fucked the three guys as often as I could for the following month, making a good start on the first few pages of my sex journal. Usually at my place, and sometimes in different parts of the house if Mum was out (she'd tease me about christening each room. I did each room except hers, because fucking in my parents bed was a turnoff for all of us - even though my Mum is hot, some things just aren't right!). We occasionally repeated the sloppy seconds situation if I managed to arrange to have them come one after the other. It turned me on so much to be this slutty. The guys usually didn't mind, though Jonas occasionally made a face if he wasn't turned on enough to ignore it. Timo and Tobias seemed to get off on sharing me, though weren't willing to be naked together, so wouldn't actually share me. A few times, though, they happily arranged who would go first, and took turns having sloppy seconds. Still, I wanted to have a threesome (or foursome). Mum came up with the bright idea of taking them to the sauna, so they could get used to the idea of being naked together. They'd been before, but not frequently, and not since puberty. I told them about all the other women they'd see naked, and re-assured them that I wouldn't try to turn them on while they were unable to cover themselves. They agreed, so we went one Friday night. The sauna is a little more relaxed about people being "friendly" on Friday nights, as long as it doesn't go too far (get caught in a sex act, and you'll be banned, of course, but some pretty serious cuddling goes on from my observation). It turns out that it's hard to get an erection in a sauna because of the heat, so the only time anything happened was while covered in the pools. We were able to have a few kisses and cuddles in the pools and jacuzzis, and I gave them cover for checking out other women in the saunas. Nobody was embarrassed, and the guys really enjoyed seeing a few other naked women, rather than just me. I'm sure they filled their wank banks. I did, as usual. We left, and came straight back to my place. Mum was out (we had arranged this in advance), so we went straight to my bedroom (Mum had upgraded me to a King size bed when she thought I might start bringing boys home. At the time, I thought it was too big, but now I think she was prescient), turned the lights down low, put some music on, and started making out, taking turns, and giving extra attention to Jonas, so he wouldn't back out. I wanted to get them really horny before they had to face up to the reality of being naked together again, let alone fucking me in front of each other. I had to hold Timo back a bit from undressing (my first, and so far, only time holding a man back). Pretty soon, it intensified, and the kisses became urgent, each guy almost pushing to get their turn. I had no idea whose hands were where. I kept my eyes closed to enjoy the sensations, and soon, my dress came off - it came down over my shoulders, so I didn't even have to stop kissing. I wasn't wearing a bra since the sauna, as I wanted my body to be more accessible, so all I had on was my g-string, which was quickly becoming damp, as someone was discovering with their fingers. I don't know whose finger entered me first, but it was soon replaced by another hand, and then another. Someone took my g-string off, and I started pawing at the guys clothes and rubbing their hard cocks through their jeans, trying to set one free. It seemed that the extra attention I was paying to Jonas was paying off, because he was naked first, and was leaking pre-cum. I guided his cock to my mouth and began to suck, as Timo (I recognised his tongue) licked me out, and I guess Tobias was lying under me, grinding into my butt. I reached behind and pulled Tobias' jeans down, so his bare cock would rub between my arse-cheeks. I had a strong, loud orgasm from Timo's efforts, almost crushing his head between my legs. When I released him, I guided Jonas down to my pussy - I knew that if he didn't fuck me first, he might not be willing to go at all. He fucked me harder than ever before (I think he was trying to impress the other two), came in a few minutes (not soon enough for the other two, who could barely wait their turns), and then handed over to Tobias, watching while he continued to stroke his still-hard cock. I think he got over his shyness, and spent the rest of the evening acting the dominant male, trying to get more, even if I was freshly fucked. The next few hours were non-stop sex, mostly in missionary or cowgirl, taking turns with all three guys. Nobody would go down on me though - even though Timo had done this before a few times when I was freshly fucked, he didn't want to do it in front of the other guys. My favourite part though (apart from the orgasms) was when they were fucking me doggy style. I closed my eyes, put my vibrator on my clit, and told them to just keep swapping every ten seconds or so. Each dick was different, and they all had different styles, but soon I stopped trying to figure out who was who, and just enjoyed the variety and not really knowing who was fucking me. I had about four orgasms from that, and eventually collapsed, exhausted. I told the guys that I was just about done, but if they wanted to finish up one final time, they could take me missionary style. Of course, they all did, Jonas even did it twice, being both first and last. I'm beginning to like him more... Obviously, we had numerous threesomes and foursomes after that, but none were as intense as that first experience. Jonas continued to be dominant, and started giving directions to the others, and even offering up challenges to me, daring me to go out without a bra, to flash people in public, to fool around at school, and so on. Mum confided in me that she loved men like that as well, pushing her boundaries and egging her on. The only problem was when they got possessive, but as Jonas was encouraging me to fuck Tobias and Timo as well, I didn't think that would be a problem. I occasionally shared my journal with Mum, and she with me, and yes, she was winning almost every week. It's hard to get as much sex from three guys as you can from more, and Mum was of course, still working in the brothel, seeing five to ten men a time, a couple of days each week. When she lost, she pointed out that she still fucked more different guys than I did, and had more variety of sex... Of course, this just encouraged me, as she expected ...

I make no apologies about it, I love BBC and most of my regular fuck buds fit that title. Since I know those guys well, I make a point to always open up a bit before we fuck. I get the whole pain into pleasure thing, but when I have access to a cock, I wanna get fucked and fucked hard....NOW. So loosening up a bit helps. I cannot understate the value of a good clean out. It helps me loosen and it takes any "fear" about messes. Yeah, shit can happen, but this step is important and sometimes all I need. I also have a wide range of ass plugs and dildos. I can size up to a point that most guys feel a tight hole, but it does not take much effort to penetrate me. Use good lube.....not the average drug store pussy fucking lube, but something meant for getting ass fucked. I tend to use gun oil. Don't spare the expense or the quantity. Consider poppers. One tug on the brown "jug" and I seem to start opening up. If I am going to a ABS, dark room, Cumunion, I always size up a small amount.....want those encounters to be be quick and easy. I think guys from the fist community will agree, that as you start sizing up, you may find that average cocks do not do much for you any longer. I know in my own case, that is very true. While I appreciate and enjoy any meat that pierces my hole, I prefer to feel something that pushes me open wider. I recently purchased a glass butt plug that his a bit over 10 inches in circumference. As a comparison, that fucking chunk of glass weights a pound and a half and is bigger around than an average coffee cup. It still takes me an hour or better of serious play and effort to get that hole wrecker firmly seated in my faggot hole.....but damn it feels great....and it leaves me gaped open for an hour or more after I retrieve it. Be careful, do not go too fast......it takes some time to learn to control your body...and mind.....but with patience, good lube, good toys and a great cleaning process, you will find there can be real joy in spreading open...but in solo and partner(s) play.

I already told my top that I would never cheat on him unless it was with an older heavyset black man with a 10 inch cock. At that point all bets are off and I'm taking it raw without regret. My top laughed, but agreed that it would be my one freeby.

6. Cal "Oh, he is," Jon said. "Don't you agree, JP?" "For sure. I don't want to pull out." "Stop hogging his hole," I said. "It's my turn." "Quit treating Seth like a play thing," Jon said. "And just fuck him like the hole he is." "It's ok," JP said. "You're going to love it." He pushed himself back up, and started to slowly pull out of Seth’s hole. Although he pulled out as quickly as he could, it still like forever as his shaft pulled out, inch by inch. I watched Seth's face, seeing if there was any discomfort. Not that it mattered. Jon had already made the goal of the weekend clear. We were here to infect the young man, and clearly, Seth's opinion on the subject hardly mattered. It was a dark game we were playing with Seth, but a surprisingly easy one. He was hardly the first boy we had infected, nor even the first boy we had stealthed. Normally, it was just a matter of telling an unsuspecting young man that of course we were healthy. All I had to do was to tell them to look at me. I was strong and young. No one wanted to believe that I was positive. Besides, for Seth, there was a special treat. I had stopped taking meds several weeks ago, and my last blood test revealed that my viral load had sky-rocketed. My cum was poisonous. It even looked deadly; no longer the pure white, it was now a sickly yellow color. Of course, Seth wouldn't be able to see it. I would shoot it deep inside of him where it could do the most damage to the young man. Finally, Jean-Paul pulled out of Seth. It took a second for Seth's hole to close up and I could see all the semen already in him. It was going to be hard to last long. Seth had already gotten me right to the edge with his mouth, and feeling my lovers' cum already in the boy would be a turn-on in itself. "Your turn," Jean-Paul said. "Make him happy." I took up the position behind Seth, as Jean-Paul and Jon re-arranged themselves around Seth. Jon took up the position in front of the boy, while JP stayed next to me. "You ready?" Jon asked Seth. "Ready for another load of potent cum?" If Seth noticed Jon's phrasing, he made no indication that he did. "Hell yeah," he said. "Can't get enough." "That's my boy," Jon said. I was momentarily jealous of Seth; I was Jon's boy. He was the one who had taken me in, shown me the pleasures of bareback sex, and given me his precious gift. I knew Jon's types, and Seth was definitely the kind of boy he liked. It was irrational, but I was afraid that Seth would replace me. But, after so many years, I knew Jon's quirks. He would want to be the one who did the black deed. He would want to know that he was Seth's poz daddy. All I had to do was to sow the seeds of doubt in Jon's mind, and the best way to do that was to sow my seed in Seth's ass. "Your turn," Jon continued. "Give him what he needs." "Please?" Seth muttered. "Give it to me?" I knew he meant my dick, but it was so much better that he was getting far more than he had bargained for. Jon was still on meds, but both Jean-Paul and I had stopped taking them for an earlier project. That project had sero-converted several weeks ago, but neither of us had re-started our medications. There was an evil, dark power in knowing that my dick was a loaded weapon. When my shaft was deep inside an innocent, unsuspecting man, I felt that I was the epitome of masculine domination. There was little the bottom could do to protect himself against my semen and the toxic mix of jizz, virus, and sperm. "Oh hell yeah," I muttered. My dickhead was pressed up against Seth's hole, looking for the slightest excuse to plunge into his well-used hole. By now, there was no need for lube. Jon and JP had filled him up with their semen, and my lovers' infected cum made the best lubrication possible. It was the perfect fluid to grease my own deadly dick's journey into Seth's hole. "Oh fuck yes," I repeated. I pressed my hips gently forward, and my cockhead disappeared into the warm depths of Seth's body. "Oh yeah," Seth moaned. I wondered if he had any idea how dangerous the game he was playing tonight truly was. Yes, it was fun. Fucking was always fun, even more so when it was raw, drug-fueled rough fucking. But the virus, my virus, could not be denied. It wanted to live. It wanted to spread. I pushed the rest of the way in, feeling Seth's hot, wet hole engulf my manhood, welcoming it into his body. "Ohhh," Seth moaned. "Take his cock," Jon said. One arm was wrapped around Seth's torso; the contrast between Jon's hairy body and Seth's smooth was striking and beautiful. It reminded me of the way I fit in between Jon and JP, the smooth young boy for the two daddies. "Take my boy's beautiful, potent cock." "Feels so fucking good," Seth said. "Deep inside me." "You want him to cum in you? Give you a third load of cum this evening?" "Yeah," Seth said. "I want him to fuck me. Fuck me hard." "You heard him," Jon said, and smiled at me. "Give the boy what he wants. Give him what he needs." He started to kiss Jon as I stopped trying to hold back and thrust my cock in and out of Seth. The young man's body shook with each stroke, but it was a shiver of pleasure. I knew just how good it felt to get fucked raw, and was glad that Seth was able to share in this most intimate of all activities. "My hot boy," JP whispered in my ear. "Fucking the innocent." He reached down and ran his finger over the small bit of my cock that wasn't buried deep in Seth's ass. It was slick with the two older men's poz cum. "Making the boy complete with your toxic load." He was talking softly enough that Seth wouldn't be able to hear it. But I heard it, and it made my dick dribble. "How big of a load did you guys shoot up there?" I said. My cock was swimming in poz cum. "Enough for you to fuck me with," Seth said. He pushed his body back against me, pushing me deeper into his body. I wasn't as big as either Jon or JP, but I was still plenty big enough. No doubt Seth had reached that point where all he wanted was dick inside of him. Even me pulling out enough to slam back into him was enough to make him panic that I was pulling all the way out. "Enough for you to fuck me hard with." "Careful what you ask for, Seth," Jon said. "We've been gentle until now." He kissed Seth again. "Let's wait until tomorrow to really push your limits." I slammed my dick back into Seth. Tomorrow was going to be an all-day bareback orgy. It would be the three of us, some carefully hand-picked men, and plenty of drugs to keep us going until late in the night. There was a good chance we would still be fucking with wild abandon when the sun came up Sunday morning. Most importantly, Seth would be the only man not infected with HIV. It would be an assault that would be hard for him to defend against, if he even knew what he had to do. It had been nearly two months since our last project, and I had forgotten how hard I got when fucking a neg hole. Besides his clean, healthy status, Seth was a very hot man. His muscular, almost gymnast build spoke of an endurance that Jon, JP and I had just begun to explore, and his thick, hard cock would be many a college boy's downfall over the next few years. My dick was dripping now, adding my deadly pre-cum to the mix already being churned up in his hole. "Give it to him," Jean-Paul whispered in my ear. "Make him your poz bro." My hips bucked, pushing my shaft back into his warm, accepting hole. It was both comforting and familiar, as well as exotic and new. It felt like there were years of exploration ahead of me, to fully understand this boy's hole. But the first step was to mark the territory. "Fuck him hard, breed him raw, and give him your gift." The last part was a lot softer than the first two. "Fuck," I said. "Hard to keep from cumming." I had slept in late this morning, and hadn't jerked off before leaving the hotel. Nor had I gotten off the night before, despite the bit of fun I had found at the hotel. My balls were churning with cum, and Seth's hole was carefully milking it out of me. But, I wanted to tease myself and start to work in my lovers' jizz. Their cum was potent, but it would only work its magic in Seth's bloodstream. "Don't hold back," Seth said. "I want your cum. I want as much cum as I can get." Jon laughed. "Don't worry about that boy. You're going to get more dick than you can handle." Seth's hole tightened around my cock, and a bit more pre-cum dribbled into him. Jon began to kiss Seth again, and at the same time, Jean-Paul let a hand drift down to my ass. "Need a cock up there too, boy?" he whispered in my ear. The warmth of his breath sent chills down my body, crashing into my dick. I slammed my cock back into Seth. "Yeah," I mumbled. JP's other hand brushed against my nipples, and it was hard to think about anything other than the sheer sexual pleasure washing over me. Seth needed to be able to enjoy this kind of guiltless, fearless pleasure, and the only way he could get there was by having men like me fuck him. "Need a re-charge?" JP asked me. "Another load of infected jizz up that sweet hole of yours?" His whisper was so silent, I barely heard what he said over the grunts, moans, and roars coming from Seth and myself. The choice of words and Jean-Paul's volume were unfortunately dictated by Seth's presence. It would be a few more weeks before the boy was completely indoctrinated into our cabal of death. "Please," I said. "More strains to share with our closest friends." "Of course, boy," JP said. His finger was still nestled in my crack, pushing in just enough to tease me. Despite being balls deep inside Seth, JP's stimulation was just enough to get my dick dripping again. I wanted to be the one in Seth's place, eagerly awaiting my next dick and the thick poz load it would shoot into me. "Let's see what you can get up to tomorrow," JP said. "But, in the mean time, you need to give Seth what he needs." "Yes, Sir," I said. JP knew my weakness around him, and would exploit it on a regular basis. Nine times out of ten, it would be a traditional bareback fucking, ended with my hole wrecked, raw, and sweaty. But the last time, the tenth time, was when JP stopped thinking about inhibitions, and started to think only about the darkness that lived inside all of us. I doubted that Jon could hear us. But, I also knew that Jon understood exactly what we had been discussing. In the few years I had been living with Jon and Jean-Paul, I had learned their silent language. It was the language they used to express care and love for each other, and now, for me. But it was also the same language they used to communicate the destructive forces that they were powerless to control. Jon looked at me. "Give him what he needs," he said. There was much that was unspoken, but little that had to be said. "Oh fuck," I grunted. My cock was throbbing, dripping, and thrusting. "I'm getting close." I pulled and pushed back in. JP's finger pressed deeper into me, finding my prostate and pressing against it. "Fuck," I said again, as Seth clenched his ass around my shaft and milked more of my pre-cum out. "Come on, boy," JP said. "Give him your load. Fill him up." "You want it?" Jon asked Seth. "Fuck yes," the boy replied. "I want every load." "That's the attitude," Jon said. He turned his attention to me. "Give it to him. Breed his hole and mark out our territory." "Oh fuck," I moaned. I was well past coherent thought. All that mattered was my cock sliding in and out of Seth's hole, JP's finger pressing against my prostate, and the cum churning in my balls. "Oh fuck," I moaned again, and slammed my cock as deep as I could. This time, I didn't pull back out. My balls clenched, my shaft stiffened, and a thick load of cum erupted from my dickhead into Seth's hole. It was finally my turn to cum in the boy, after Jon and JP had taken their turn. Even if I wasn't the first, I was still in the top three, and it was unlikely that Seth would ever forget this night. Just the thought of adding my load to Seth's collection got me even more aroused, and within seconds, another volley of sperm shot down the length of my cock and landed in his receptive hole. "OH FUCK," I moaned. The spurts started to run together into a continuous orgasm, pumping a steady stream of cum into Seth. It felt right to be draining my balls into Seth. He didn't know the details of what he had been planning for him, but it didn't matter. He had long ago made the decision, even if he didn't realize it. The men that would be fucking him over the next few days were just affirming his choices. "Give it to me. Give me your cum," Seth said. He was young, innocent and oblivious to what he was signing up for. All he knew was how good it felt. How close he felt to the three of us, and the intimate bond that sharing our fluids created. "Fill me full." "Don't have to worry about that," Jon said. "Your hole is dripping cum now. Three men have cum in you. How do you feel?" "Happy," Seth said. "Satisfied." "And that's only the start," Jean-Paul added. My orgasm was waning, the spurts and thrusts now settling down into something slower and deeper. It was important to push my seed as deep as possible. I needed it to take root and grow in Seth, to turn him into a diseased man, just like the three of us. "You give him what he needs?" JP asked me. "Of course I did," I said. I released my grip from Seth's waist, and ran my fingers over JP's thigh. He had a tattoo there, one that grew with each new man JP had helped infect. Jon's name was on there. My name was on there. Soon enough, Seth's name would be on there as well. "Doing what you taught me to do." "Good boy," JP replied, and gave me a kiss. I was spent, and it was getting harder to keep my dick inside Seth. Finally, I gave up, and let my cock fall out. "Cum filled hole," JP whispered. I looked down and a few drops of sperm leaked out of Seth. Some of that was my cum, some was from Jon and JP. Seth was turning into a proper cum slut, even on his first night of barebacking. I grabbed Seth and wrestled him onto the bed, facing me. We started to make out. "You came in me," he said, between quick kisses. "You came in me," he repeated. The full importance of what had happened was slowly sinking into his weed-fogged mind. "You came in me," he said again. I kissed him again, and felt him press his warm body up against mine. "Fucking amazing," he finally managed to say. "I did. So did Jon. And so did JP," I said. "How does it feel?" "Amazing. I should have done much earlier." "Even though..." Jon started. He didn't need to finish. We all knew what he was asking. "Not sure," Seth said. "But it doesn't matter now. It's ok." "Yeah," Jon said. He leaned over Seth and gave me a kiss. Then Seth kissed me, and then JP repeated what Jon had done, kissing Seth. Nestled between these men, young and old, I felt warm, cared for, and loved. It was clear that Seth felt the same way, even if he had no inkling of the danger he was in. "It's ok." I pulled seth close to me and his lips met mine. We kissed, as JP pressed his body against me. "You boys want some dinner?" JP asked, nuzzling my neck. "Yeah," I said. "I could use a break. Before I tackle that hole again." Seth's cock was still hard, and pressed against my thigh. We had him exactly where we wanted; he was boned up enough that he would do anything that we asked. He had already begged us for our loads; he knew we were poz. "I want it," Seth said. I wasn't sure if he was talking about my cock or dinner. It didn't matter. He'd get both, and he'd enjoy it. "I want your dick back in me," he continued. My uncertainty disappeared, and my cock began to stir again. "You want to start dinner?" Jon asked. He got up, his hairy chest still a bit sweaty from his fucking. "I'm sure we can find something to do to stay out of your hair." "Sounds good," JP said. The two older men got out of bed, leaving Seth and I alone. They kissed, before JP pulled on a pair of sweatpants and headed to the kitchen. Jon returned to the side of the bed. "You boys want a drink before dinner?" I was about to protest, but Jon stopped me. "Night is young. Plenty of time play with Seth." Reluctantly, I got up from the bed. Seth was the last one in bed, now on his back, and his dick sticking straight up. He reached down and started to stroke it. "Come on. Plenty of time for that later." I smiled. Jon was keeping Seth on edge, still keeping him from getting any pleasure other than what we provided. Seth got up. "What's to drink?" he asked. "I'm sure Jon can make you something good," I said. Jon found a pair of sweats for himself, then grabbed two of mine. He handed one to Seth, and then to me. "Let's go," I said, as Seth reluctantly put on the sweatpants. His cock was straining against the fabric; the outline of his cockhead was clearly visible. We passed the kitchen; JP was already in the middle of prep work. I knew if I distracted him, dinner would never happen. "What do you want, boy?" Jon asked, as we walked into the living room. The sun was just beginning to set, and the room was filled with golden light. It highlighted Seth's light brown hair, and made his blue eyes almost hazel. "Uh," Seth stammered. It was clear his experience in drinking hadn't gone farther than beer and some badly mixed drinks at private parties. "What are you having?" he asked. "Not much of a drinker yet, are you?" Jon asked. He wasn't accusing. It was just the fact. "I'll make you something," Jon continued. I could see the relief in Seth's face. He wanted to impress us, and not having a drink request had reminded him just how young he was. "Thanks," Seth said. "This is a really nice place." "Yeah," I said. "Isn't it. Here. Come and look out the window." I grabbed his and pulled him over to the window. The lights of LA were just coming on; the view was like a gold-covered dream city. "You like it?" Seth turned to me, smiling, still lost in the pleasures of the flesh. "Yeah," he said. "I do." I stepped closer to him, and wrapped my arm around his waist. He shifted his position, and rested his weight against me. He was built, and the muscle added pounds to his frame; I nearly fell over before I found my balance again. Behind us, there was the familiar clink of ice cubes as Jon made us something to drink. "It is nice," I said. I turned my head and nuzzled his hair. "It's good to share it with you." We stood there, feeling the warmth of our bodies in the sun. It was a good feeling, a calm feeling. "Here boys," Jon said, interrupting our quiet moment. He held two martini glasses, filled with a crisp Manhattan. We each took one, and took a sip. "Good?" he asked me. "Yeah. Very good." I noticed he didn't have a drink. "But what about you?" "I've got better things for the moment." When I noticed how Jon was focused on Seth's ass, I knew exactly what he had in mind. "Seth," he said, quickly getting the boy's attention. "Turn around. Hands on the glass, feet spread, and your ass up." I had heard that tone of voice many times before. It wasn't loud, but it was delivered with the perfect note of confidence. I found myself momentarily jealous of Seth again. I wanted to feel Jon's tongue against my hole. Seth took a big gulp of his cocktail, then handed it to me. He shuffled into position, tilted his ass up, and took a quick, nervous look back. I realized that he didn't know what to expect. Jon got down on his knees, kneeling right in front of Seth's ass, making it very clear what he wanted. Seth's body tightened; it was hard to tell if in pleasure or fear. Jon paused for a moment, then moved in for the kill. I watched Jon's tongue home in on Seth's abused hole, flick around the rim, before pressing into the boy. For a second, there was nothing. Nothing but silence. And then, the moan began. It was deep, gutteral, animal. It was the cry of a boy just realizing how much he had given up by not barebacking earlier. It was the grunt of a man who had just found out how pleasure his hole could bring. It was the scream of freedom from the slut who has realized what he can do. "Please," the young man finally managed to articulate. "The cum. Let me keep it." "Don't worry," I said. I held the cocktail in front of Seth. He took another big swig from the glass. "There's plenty more where it came from." My cock was already hard again and eager for a chance to get back in. "You'll get every drop coming to you," Jon said, interrupting the ass licking just long enough to speak. It gave Seth a chance to breathe, before Jon went back to his hole. The boy moaned in pleasure, squirming, trying to push himself back on Jon's relentless tongue. "Please," Seth moaned. It wasn't clear what he was begging for, nor did it matter. I was having too much fun watching Jon play with his quarry. Like a cat with a mouse, he was teasing Seth. Seth thought it was just some mature, adult fun. But there was a darker purpose, and Jon's rimming kept Seth on edge and ready to accept just about anything. "Of course boy," Jon said. He was rubbing his beard against Seth's hole, eliciting more squirms and moans. Seth reached down and grabbed his cock; the thick shaft was once more hard, and there was a bead of precum at the tip. Jon let Seth stroke his shaft a few times, before he reached out and grabbed his hand. "Not yet," Jon said. "Time for you to cum is later." "Fuck. You're evil," Seth said. He struggled for a moment against Jon's relentless grip, before giving up. "Fucking evil." "I know," Jon said. "Give him a bit more of the drink," he continued. I held the drink out under Seth's mouth again, and he took a big sip. "That's Jon for you. He looks quiet and innocent," I said. "But he's evil. Darker than you'd expect." My own dick throbbed when I thought about our plans for Seth. Even though I had already shot my load in him, that one load was barely enough to do the deed. Seth needed more poz cum. More infected cum from me, more toxic seed from Jon, more dirty semen from Jean-Paul, and most of all, more deadly jizz from men he barely knew. "I'm learning about him," Seth said. I laughed. "If you only knew," I said quietly, barely loud enough for me to hear, much less Seth. "You want a taste?" Jon asked. "Damn fine hole here." Jon was not just a talented rimmer. He was also a connoisseur of hole. If he said it was good, it was superb. I wasn't going to pass up a chance like this. "Hell yeah," I said. I put the glasses on a nearby table, and knelt down behind Seth, next to Jon. "My turn," I said, gently pushing Jon away and exposing Seth's wet hole to the air. "All yours, boy," Jon said. He placed his hand on the back of my head, and gently pressed me into Seth's cheeks. I didn't bother with any foreplay, and went in for the kill. His hole just barely resisted, then gave up some of the precious semen that it had collected. I could taste the familiar taste of Jon's cum and JP's seed, plus my own. Even just a few hours into Seth's bareback explorations, he had a fine collection of seed. "See what I mean," Jon asked as I pressed my tongue into the boy's hole. "Hell yeah," I said. "I could be here for hours." My tongue found another pocket of semen in Seth's hole. The combination of flavors was an intoxicating mixture of salt and illness, sugar and death. I wanted to lick it all up, but had to resist. The most important flavors, the taste of illness and death, had to remain inside Jon in order for them to do their dark deeds. "I know," Jon said. "But I think there are other things that Seth wants more." "Cock," Seth moaned. "More dick. More cum." "You heard the boy," Jon said. "Gotta give him what he needs."

I have been mounted and mated by so many black guys in my life. I currently have several black horsemen i take care of. I've never met a black guy that wasn't packing a big thik cock and they love that my muscled ass can not only accommodate their excess size but they can actually cut loose and fuck as rough and beast like as they want and I can handle it.

That full feeling when a guy has unloaded a huge wad inside me is definitely a turn on. Biggest turn on is probably hearing him start the process of unloading.

Doesn't using antibiotics as PReP for STDs create body resistance to them when you actually get one?

Yeah I think i'll just use a marker on my back. That way I can show it off

Its owner said it was 10.75 inches. I believe him. It was fat even in proportion to its length! I couldn't get my fingers around the base; the mushroom head was like a tennis ball! Seriously, the whole thing looked like a dick ... only twice as big! Truly, a faggot's fantasy. The times I sucked it -- and I sucked it many times in dirty bookstores and mall restrooms -- I couldn't believe it was real. All I could do was lick the head, the piss slit, the underside ... kiss it ... let him jack off over my face, then put it to my mouth when it started squirting so I could lick the cream off of it. The only way I could get fucked by that ... mushroom-headed meat thermos ... was to get really fucked up first, goon out on sucking it, then s-l-o-w-l-y sit it down on it, tweaking my titties the whole time. Did I mention I had to get really fucked up? I mean, like ... I had to get retarded. A titty-tweaking, dick-riding retard. A good game of bouncy house on that mushroom-headed meat thermos turned my little pink rosebud -- I was in my early 20s -- into the pussy of a loose old whore, like it is today. Its owner was a effeminate old queen, btw! (I've been fucked by lots of drag queens over the years.) I never got his name ...

Click here to see original blog post on Neg2Poz Up next is Little Poz Boy, who got into the whole bareback, bugchasing scene at a young age. Not only has he been fucked bareback and token anonymous loads, he also happened to convert after the very first time that he had sex with a poz top. Here's what Little Poz Boy had to say. Hi. What is your screen name and what site(s) can people hook up with you at? Littlepozboy - nastykinkpigs.com & scatboi.com. And how old are you? I am 19. For anyone that wants to hook up w/ you, what do you look for in a sex partner? Someone who has a cock and wants to breed me. I'm not picky. Let's go back to the beginning, tell us about your first bareback encounter? It was my stepdad. He popped my cherry and he did it bareback. He fucked me on a Friday night and took his time. He fucked me two times during the whole session. He had been having me suck his cock three months prior. On that Friday night, he told me that I was ready to be popped. He had me suck his cock as he fingered my boyhole. He told me that it was going to be very painful, but to understand that is part of getting popped and that he would really enjoy it. He fucked me two times, but each time was for a very long time. Is that what got you hooked onto bareback? Yes. This is what got me hooked. Plus my stepdad trained me only to be fucked bareback. Why did you make the leap from bareback to bugchaser? I was bugchaser from the start. I was trained that it's a badge of honer to be a pozzed up bottom. What training did you receive from your stepdad? What exactly did he teach you about being poz and sex in general? He told me that being poz was a honor. He told me that I had to take a tops cum like a good boy cunt. He taught me that sex with a man needed to be bareback because true sex is skin to skin. He told me true bottoms always accept the cum in there boy cunts. What were your thoughts, emotions when you were having sex and being trained by your stepfather? I always looked up to my stepdad and wanted to make him happy. When he first asked me to suck his cock, I felt like I was really something special to him. Then when he started fucking me, I felt like he enjoyed being with me. I liked how much time he spent with me, going into detail how to service a man. I love my stepdad. I know he trained me for his pleasure. I now like what I am and we still have a very special bond with each other. Can you tell us about the first time you knowingly took a poz load? My first anonymous top was a black top. He was hung. I wanted it so badly. I was kneeling and sucking his cockhead while his hands were on the back of my head. He told me he was poz. All I could do was mumble. He put me on my back. He then used duck tape to tie my legs wide open. He told me he was going to gag me, because I would scream as he entered me. He was right. I did. He fucked me the first time for 2.5 hours and then bred my boyhole. He plugged me. I then relaxed for awhile. Then he started over again. After it was done and over with, what were your emotions? How did you feel? I was happy, because my first black top fucked me hard and was poz. Did you try to hold the load in as long as possible or try to get it out of you immediately? The black dude plugged my boyhole. He fucked me several times over a long weekend. He told me that plugging my boyhole would help keep my boyhole open for his cock. How did you hook up with a black poz man? One of my stepdad's buddies told me he was into younger bottoms and that he would most likely love fucking me. So he emailed me and ask me if I would be interested in meeting him. I was scared, but I did it. How many poz loads would you say you took during that time when you were chasing? I was bred poz by my first anonymous top. What was your favorite memory during the bugchasing process? That I was so lucky to have my first anonymous top fuck me, bred me and poz me too. Now that your poz, does your family know? What was their reaction? My stepdad knew and was proud. My mom found out later and that was the breaking point for her. She told me that she did not want to see me again. Now that you are poz, what have you been getting into sexually? What are you up to these days? I love nasty no limit sex - K9, pain & bondage. Any words for people that are on the fence as to whether or not to take poz loads and/or bugchase? I got bred poz. It is going happen if you get fucked bareback. It's nice to know who bred ya poz (well at least know what they look like; I did not know the name of my breeder. He just had me call him daddy). Any final comments? Bareback sex is the only true way to be fucked. Getting bred poz is a honor in my book. More...

Too bad it's just at a story That's all the dumb nigga can hope for Just a pathetic story He'll never win the race !!

Saturday night was invited to a pig's place that I had given my phone number to at a bathhouse. Was fucking horned so took up his offer. He said that there were a few other men there who already fucked him and that he had also been out collecting loads all afternoon. That's what got me interested. When I got there one of the leather guys answered. He told me that the pig is into collecting cum , which I knew and already had more than 10 loads in him before I got there. There were 2 other leathermen all geared in chaps, boots and jocks in the pig's bedroom. I didn't bring my leather gear and chaps, but was wearing my levis and boots and underneath my dick was hard and wet in my well worn jockstrap that was pretty wet and rank from playing in it for a few days. The pig's place had that sex crazed aroma of poppers and manhole sex, sweat and piss. The pig's bedroom floor was covered with piss shower sheets. The pig was already on his knees doggy style with his gaping hole looking for more loads when I walked into the bedroom. The other 3 guys had already fucked him and were waiting to watch so I climbed onto his back and started pumping my dick in his hole. It was so fantastic raw fucking him with all the fuckslop already in his guts. I was churning up the slop and it was leaking out over my balls and onto the shower sheet. One of the 3 other guys was stroking his dick and encouraging me as I fucked him hard. The other 2 guys started into a fisting session on the bed. The pig I was breeding was full of fuckslop and was moaning with deep gutteral sounds and begging me to blow my load in his guts which I did, too quickly for my tastes but I was fucking horned. When I pulled out he sucked my dick clean and the guy watching wanted me to suck on the pig's hole and share the slop that I could get out of him. I got down on his hole and it was gaping open and his gut lips were blooming out and he started to push out the fuckslop. The slop came out in a flood and he tasted so fucking hot. The other guy watching got down and we sucked face with the pig's gutslop being passed between us. The pig was down on the floor lapping up his spilled slop on the shower sheet. He still had lots of slop in him and the 3 of us shared it like we were in a sex crazed feeding frenzy. THis feeding continued for some time until there was nothing else in the pig's guts for us. We finished watching the 2 guys on the bed, one fisting the other.