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Samuel: I’m a 50+ year old bear, been positive for more than 25 years, with not quite the perceived look, but with the alternate look of someone who has been on the various drug regimens throughout the AIDS epidemic, not really wasted but skinny in my extremities, but with the uneven fat redistribution caused by drugs like AZT and crixivan, so slightly bloated belly look with little fat in face and ass. Was diagnosed less than a year after I met my current husband, most likely from my fucking around in restroom stalls and frequenting backrooms and bathhouses, and never getting tested until the early 90’s after one of my husband’s previous fuckbuddies was diagnosed with KS and AIDS. Well for the best part of time since my diagnosis I have been undetectable, and had no problem sticking to the three times a day, two times a day, 8-15 pills a day regimen, but when my doc got me on a single pill a day cocktail, damn if I can remember to take that horse pill, so much so that after glancing at the calendar it’s been a month since I last took one, bad bear. I have not suffered any major illnesses in the last 25+ years although there has been a couple close calls with opportunistic infections, mostly dermatological or gastronomical, but no major illnesses. But last time I tested I was no longer undetectable, 150 to 500 copies, and that was from just missing a couple doses, and know I been drug free for over a month, my viral load must be sky high. I had been having a rough night with my blood glucose being high I was having a hard time finding rem sleep, I tossed and turned throughout the night, my thoughts going to sex more often than not, it had been a little over two weeks since my last real ejaculation, I was downright horny. I finally got up early around 3am and started flipping through the apps on my phone, BBRT, A4A, CL to name a few, when I came upon a ad on CL: YNG Newbie in need of mature guidance Just turned 18 virgin cub ISO Daddy bear, show me the ropes, never been with anyone outside of boyfriend and we just kiss and fondle, Will be in town today and tomorrow touring collage universities, HMU if you’re Mature, kinky, Down for fun with a virgin and can meet me at my motel room early or late before and after our tours. + is a +, interested in exploring my wild side I started to bone up as my mind saw an opportunity for release, I emailed the poster and really didn’t expect much of a response, but about ten minutes later my phone pinged and I had a reply. Very nervous, never hooked up before, can we do this this morning around 8, staying at the RR inn off of **** room 210 Timing was perfect, dropped off my hubby at his work at 7 and made it back home in time to pick up my bag full of goodies, Dildos, restraints (If he was into that), lube, poppers, and at the last minute I threw in my cruel condom (not sure how kinky he wanted to get) the +is+ had me thinking this virgin was a chaser for some odd reason. I arrived at the motel and went up to the room and quietly knock, not wanting to raise any suspicion from the other guest (although this motel was popular amongst the working boys and girls if you know what I mean). I waited a few moments then the door opened and I was greeted by a mid-thirties Latino guy, who quickly ushered me into the room, my first inclination was to bolt back out the door to my car, but then I saw two boys laying on the bed in tank tops and basketball shorts, the one with strawberry blonde hair bounced off the bed and up to me, hugging me then planting a quick kiss on me “Hi I’m Dan the guy you have been messaging with, this is my best friend Jon and his step dad Manuel, you must be Sam” I sort of just stood there for a couple then replied “Um, I thought it was just us, you failed to mention these other guys when we messaged back and forth” “I’m sorry I just didn’t want to scare you away, I didn’t know if you’d be into a group scene or not, but I took the chance” Dan leaned in again and this time kissed me deeply our tongues intertwined, his hands caressing my body. Dan stood a little shorter than my 6’0” at around 5’10”, Jon was a bit taller at 6’2” and Manuel was maybe 5’8”, they all had lean bodies, Dan with Blonde hair and Jon with brown, and Manuel with the start of white peppering his jet black locks. They all were quite good looking, Dan and Jon were 18, Dan just turning a couple weeks before and Jon a few months older, Manuel was 32. Dan led me to the bed and slowly undressed me as Jon crawled over to me and began caressing my groin, as Manuel, began kissing me with Dan moving south as he sat me down on the bed, Manuel following me, his mouth never leaving mine as we began a deep make out session. The boys then got in front of us and began licking and tonguing our respective cocks Dan on mine and Jon on his Step dad’s impressive piece, neither boy seemed like they had ever done this before so their technique was not the best. Dan was not the best cocksucker but he was good enough to get me hard as Jon worked over Manuel, his step dad began talking dirty to the boy “Oh son, you have no idea how long I waited these last couple years to finally get you to service me, oh yeah lick those balls, take that cock deep oh yeah work for that daddy juice” Dan, having gotten me rock hard moved up and began kissing my belly then my chest and neck and finally his lips met mine again and he kissed me deep “Daddy make me yours forever, breed my virgin boi pussy with your toxic sperm” He whispered in my ear as he lowered his dry hole to the tip of my cockhead, which was drooling precum onto his sweet hole, he rubbed back and forth a bit then with a hard push dropped his ass over my ridged pole impaling himself in one swift motion, his eyes bugged out from the pain and as he began to lift himself off my cock I held him firm letting my precum seep into his colon, his now clenching sphincter trying to expel the invading rod of fire which he had impaled himself down into the depths of his own hell. I twitched my tool inside him and gradually let him slide up an inch or two before pushing him back down on my toxic staff, each time I lifted him up and allowed him to impale himself again he began to feel less pain and was soon riding my stick on his own. Now I don’t generally get to fuck 18 year olds and it felt great having my hard cock sliding in and out of that sweet boy hole, but I wasn’t ready to dump my load just yet so as I began to feel the urge, I lifted the boy off of my ridged cock and laid him beside me once again caressing his body and kissing his full lips. Seeing Dan with his pert just plowed hole laying there half on top of me, Jon abandoned his make out session with hi step dad to dive between his best friend ass cheeks and for the first time rim Dan’s puffy ass lips, Manuel took the time to head over to the bathroom, but instead of using the facilities he reached into a bag and pulled out a pill blister pack, poured a glass of water then offered me a little blue pill “Here with these two we’ll both probably need these” I gulped down a pill and then went back to being caressed by the two boys, while Manuel dove down and took my cock in his mouth to clean it off. It was a sight, seeing Dan and Jon playing with each other for what they say was their first time doing sexual things to each other, sucking each other and fingering holes, Manuel began kissing me again as the boys played at the foot of the bed, 69ing each other, he periodically broke the kiss to tell me of their situation, how he married Jon’s mother 4 years ago and he thought of himself as Bisexual but was leaning more towards gay as Jon’s presence was leading him more to darker thoughts of Man on Man sex. “So what’s in the bag my amigo?” “Just some toys, and supplies” He was curious so he opened the bag and placed the items on the bed next to the guys, he took the lube and greased his finger then began inserting his finger into his stepson, slowly working his index finger into the second knuckle, I moved around and used some lube and slowly inserted the dildo into Dan, rotating it slightly on the inward stroke then reversing on the outward pull, Dan began moaning as I increased the pressure and speed on which I was working his hole. His boi pussy was opening nicely, so I upped the stakes and grabbed the cruel condom and slid it over the toy, lubed it up then began working his hole again, by the time I had worked it in about ten times it was beginning to come out with a pinkish tinge, I rammed it in once more and pulled the dildo out, leaving the condom in Dan, who was already holding his legs up to his chest leaving his hole exposed for me, I stepped behind him and slid my still rock hard cock into the sheath and began fucking Dan in earnest, Manuel took the bloodied dildo and began working it into Jon’s hole while I fucked His Boyfriend/BFF, as I had not cum in like two weeks the added friction of the cruel condom brought me to verge quite quickly after I got over the initial pain of the metal mesh scratching and tearing the tender glans allowing me to bleed into the wrecked hole “Where you want my cum slut?” “In my ass Daddy” “You want me to shoot my Toxic load inside your wrecked pussy boy” “Yes Daddy cum in me give me your toxic load, Poz me up” With that I began shooting my 2 week old load into Dan as Jon and Manuel looked on, Jon with a dildo being worked into his hole. As I came down from my orgasmic high, my cock was still rock hard and dripping boy spunk from Dan’s sloppy ass, I looked at Manuel and Jon “Who’s next?” Manuel indicated Jon’s puffy lips as I slid over to Jon and slid in without the use of any more lube, just the CC sliding into my new boy, tearing up his ass as I pushed in. Manuel began licking and slurping Dan’s rose bud then slid his large Hispanic cock in and began pumping into the boy, pushing my toxic load deeper within the once virgin slut, relishing in the cum sloshing around his pulsating tool, all that cum was going to make him cum fast adding his negative seed to mine. Hearing Manuel rut in Dan’s gut, triggered my second load of the morning as I blasted Jon’s intestine with my toxic spunk. I pulled out of Jon and laid back on the bed, still rock hard but exhausted I pulled my two boys up to me and cuddled and kissed them both, while Manuel set to cleaning my slimy cock licking every drop of spunk and ass juice and blood off my ridged pillar. He then laid beside Jon and we cuddled and made out for a while. The sounds of men making out and caressing were the only sounds in the room, then Manuel got up and slid the CC onto my cock, lubed up his hole then sat down on my cock, you could see the pain in his eyes as he worked his ass raw up and down on the mesh sheath, he soon had the third load of the morning making its way out my piss slit and deep within his guts, all the while talking dirty on how he wanted my Poz load to infect him and the boys and that no matter which university the boys choose in this area I was going to be their Poz Daddy and he would rent a place for them and me to fuck our brains out whenever the need presented itself.

As Trevor's body and mind reacted forcefully to Daddy's ramming the thick 6" dildo in the pig's relaxed and increasingly hungry hole, it was more from the shock and surprise than anything else. Hell!! The tweaked out little fucker had already had so many booty bumps, coated fingers and shards in his pussy along with all the hits from the pipe, there was no fucking way he could feel much lingering pain from the dildo. Although I knew that when Daddy's FAT throbbing hard and bare cherry-popper pierced the pig, his pain would be intense and blinding for the first few moments. Even experienced (and eager!) holes like mine still had some discomfort on Daddy's initial entry. But then, every time, taking another hit or two and letting my hole transmit the pure sensual lust Daddy's cock created throughout my body I always enjoyed the ride. I was excited to see the sub pig's transformation and acceptance when he had that long hard unmedicated poz daddy dick in his guts! We were getting close to that point and my cock twitched with the anticipation. I held the boi firmly by the shoulders as I ordered him to keep sucking on the glass pipe, soothing him with my voice...telling him how horny it made our Daddy to be using his hole like this...letting him know how hot he looked, covered in sweat, his hairy muscled legs pulled back and watching the dildo slide in and out of his greedy pig hole as the Tina turned his mind to the fullness between his legs. A fullness he had never known or felt but one which he would crave more and more as the night and weekend went on. As I saw his body and mind begin to relax and enjoy this new sensation, I leaned down and licked his sweaty neck and ran my tongue inside his ear and whispered to him, "Yeah, pig baby....that's it....give in to it. See? The pain doesn't last but the fucking pleasure lasts and lasts. And you know what?" I asked as I relit the pipe for him. "It's our hot fucking leather stud Daddy who's the one who brings you the pleasure. He wants you to enjoy giving your body and your hole to him....he only wants you to enjoy it as much as he does! Pleasure and Daddy...they go together pig." I pulled the pipe away from his lips and drew in the remaining swirling smoke as I watched Trevor blow out a huge cloud then begin to murmur, but loud enough for me and Daddy both to hear his chemmed chant, "pleasure...Daddy....Daddy..pleasure.....mmmmmmm". Then, as if a switch had been thrown, he arched his back and pushed his ass into the inward thrust of the dildo, crying out. "Fuck yeah Daddy Sir! It feels so DAMN good! Oh gawd, fuck my pig hole with that dildo...yeah...shove it deep! Just like that..fuck YEAH!!" Daddy shoved the dildo in harder making the cunt whimper and said, "My little pig's hole is getting hungrier and hungrier isn't it? Never had anything even as big as this dildo in that sweet young virgin hole of yours have you?" 'Never, Daddy! I never thought I could like it,...but OMG I fucking love it!!" Daddy's voice remained seductive and inviting but the demon in his eyes when he looked at me and smiled oh so wickedly, made my cock throb and ooze a big pool of poz precum. "Look at my other pig's big hard wet cock! It turns him on knowing you're liking what Daddy is doing to your hole. Don't let his juices go to waste pig. Suck his cockhead and take that precum into your belly. Trust me, his precum is delicious and very special". Trevor turned his face to his right where my achingly hard cock had been rubbing against his cheek, smearing it with precum. With a hungry growl he parted those fucking fantastic lips, sealed them just under the mushroom head of my dick and I felt his tongue begin swirling across my piss slit, lapping up every dirty toxic drop of my precum. "Oh fuck yeah slut!", I said. "Your mouth feels so damn good! Suck that cokc, just like Daddy told you to. Do whatever Daddy tells you to and we'll all have one hell of an unforgettable weekend!" The pig boi hummed around the first couple inches of my cock as he continued fucking his hole into the dildo thrusts. This went on for a good five minutes when he finally took his mouth off my cock and looked at Daddy with eyes raging with lust and as dark as hell and pleaded with him..."More, Daddy! I need more. Something to fill my sub pig cunt deeper, wider! I can't fucking get enough! Please Daddy! I am your pig boi and I'm here to serve and please you.....but...OH GAWD!!" he yelled out as Daddy rammed the dildo in hard and twisted it. "I want to please you Daddy, but my hole is so hungry! I'm sorry Daddy". I was sucking on his hard sweaty hair-covered nipple as he said this and smiled around the nub in my mouth when I heard him, then heard Daddy's response. "There's nothing to be sorry for, boi. Your hunger IS pleasing Daddy. It's making Daddy so hard and wet. Here, feel it", he said and I could see him as he pulled out the dildo and let just the wet leaking tip of his cock teasingly touch the unsavable pig's hole. "Feel that, boi? That's how hard and wet you've made Daddy by wanting what Daddy wants to give you." Daddy gyrated his hips slightly and stepped just a bit closer touching the pig's unprotected hole with the full flatness of his cockhead. "You like that pig? You like Daddy's hard cock pressing against your cunt lips like that? The cock that YOU made so hard!" "Oh yes, Sir Daddy! It feels so much bigger than it did in my mouth. Soooooooo big....mmmm". Daddy knew he was almost there. "And you want something bigger than the dildo I've been using on you, don't you?" "YES!! Bigger! Thicker, longer! To feel my hole completely. I need to be filled Sir. Please. Do you have another toy that you can slide inside me that's as big as your dick?!" Daddy slid another couple tina coated fingers into the hyped up soon-to-be-pregnant cock slut pig, making him moan and spread his legs wider. "I have just the 'TOY' for you boi. I think you'll want it but it's going to hurt going in at first. It's a LOT bigger than the dildo." "That's what I want Daddy! A LOT bigger! Please Daddy...give it to me.....let me feel your toy in my hole! I NEED it!!" Daddy leaned forward causing his wet cockhead to again tease Trevor's wet hole. Daddy stared into the pig boi's black eyes and said, "If that's what you want pig, then Daddy's going to give you just what you want. Get ready slut!"

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

I 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.

Arriving at regular fuck buddie's place. About to get raped by him & any friends he chooses for the next two hours.

Dan: Whew, I was finally 18, technically an adult, finally able to put into place my plan to get away from my abusive mom. Well actually I turned 18 about 3 weeks ago, but with school and track and planning for college today was my first opportunity to really put my plan into effect. Of course my plans included my best friend, Jon who I’ve known since like third grade, he was my salvation during my pre puberty years up until middle school we hung out together usually to escape the chaos at my house, my parents fighting, my abusive dad abusing my mom, and me and then my mom taking it out on me like it was my fault Dad beat us up, maybe it was, maybe if I was more of a man, Dad would be nicer, but in reality Dad was jealous of my mother’s attention to me, no matter how much she gave him he wanted more and I diverted that away from him. Enough psychology, but this played on me as well, I was wallowing in very low self-esteem, overcompensating by over achieving in everything I did, school, sports, etc. Mom would compare me to her smart assed little brother who had died of AIDS before I was even born, an over achieving smart engineer who was way smarter than her, as I was as well, she hated I was more intelligent, and did better at everything. Jon and I as I said, have known each other since like third grade, were good friends till the beginning of seventh grade then drifted apart, then found each other sophomore year of high school. We had so much in common including abusive parents, lucky for me, my Dad had been arrested for battery and a few other things and was spending time in prison, keeping him away from my mom and me, but mom still treated me like shit, being resentful of my intelligence and ability to find my way out of awkward situations, I was a straight ‘A’ student and excelled in sports, seemed to have lots of friends and looked to be a well-rounded guy, hiding my real persona a scared little boy dreaming of dark nasty things of evil intensions. Jon was similarly blessed by his abusive father abandoning him and his abusive mother when he was in middle school, his mother then hooking up with a guy younger than her, Manuel and eventually marrying him when Jon was in High school, but his mother was still a raving bitch and we steered clear of her as much as possible. Manuel on the other hand was a real sweetheart and treated us both like the sons he never fathered. This brings us to the events of the last month, a week before my birthday, I was born on April fool’s day in 1999 whereas Jon was a late February baby of the same year, and Jon pulled me aside to tell me he loved me. Now I knew we had a bond together and all with all the shit we shared as we grew up together but now he tells me he has had a thing for me since freshmen year. Fuck, my biggest crush since I can’t remember just told me I had indeed something to live for, you see I was making plans on how to end my life just before my 18th birthday, just to spite my mom. Now all the plans we had made for the last year going into our senior term to go to college and all, the plans I was going to royally fuck up by committing suicide, were now completely back on. I was in heaven, although my dark thoughts had just kicked back in, I still wanted to die just not so fast, I wanted to take Jon with me to heaven or purgatory, I wanted us to get knocked up together and infect as many of our peers as possible. I hadn’t really talked to Jon about this and we never even had real sex yet, but I wanted us to lose our virgin cherries to some hot HIV infected daddy bear, who would knock us up and make us his Poz bitches. I had become a tortured soul over the years, reading stories of dark twisted events, of bug chasing, stealthing and of dying slow torturous deaths. My mind had become warped by all my abuse hiding behind my cheerful exterior, turning inward and reading in secret, articles of taboo sex on sites like nifty. Jon knew of some of my dark taboo desires and shared some of them, so when I suggested we start bug chasing together his twisted mind, being in love with me was hot on the idea., We were planning a college tour of about 10 colleges we had already been accepted at, we just needed to decide which invitation we would accept Jon was also a Straight ‘A’ student and we would be sharing the stage at graduation as valedictorians, but we ran into a snag, in order to book a motel/hotel room we needed to be 18 with a valid credit card with available credit, neither of us possessed a credit card yet, that’s when Jon suggested we speak with Manuel to see if he could be our escort/parent at the tours, he agreed as things with Jon’s mom weren’t exactly amicable, and he could stand a break from the constant bitching and nagging she was inclined to dish out. That brings us to the present, We had both gotten out of Friday classes and after he got off work and we packed the car, Manuel drove us the two hours to the first stop of our spring break tour where there were two of the universities in adjoining cities, one a state college the other a major university. Jon and I were curious as to Manuel’s proclivities as after Jon’s announcement a month ago, we began to notice him paying us attention and at times having to hide his arousal, we were both sure he was at least bi and hot for his hot stepson. We put our plans to work as soon as Manuel checked us into the sleazy motel room we were able to book at short notice and was really cheap, I think it also rented by the hour, for those in need of a place for a hook up. After the motel door closed we both set upon Manuel and began kissing and caressing him, with little protest “Yeah dad I’ve noticed the way you have been looking at us these last few weeks” Kiss, kiss, tongues intertwining, nipples being pinched, we attacked him giving him a huge boner the kicked back onto the bed and cuddled while he was mad to go to the other double and suffer with his erection, we had teased him good. I then pulled out my phone, it was already late on a Thursday evening, and brought up CL then entered an ad YNG Newbie in need of mature guidance Just turned 18 virgin cub ISO Daddy bear, show me the ropes, never been with anyone outside of boyfriend and we just kiss and fondle, Will be in town today and tomorrow touring collage universities, HMU if you’re Mature, kinky, Down for fun with a virgin and can meet me at my motel room early or late before and after our tours. + is a +, interested in exploring my wild side Got a few responses but they turned out to be flakes then around 4 got a response from a daddy bear that seemed legit, I messaged him back that I was here for a campus tour that started at 10:30 so our time was limited, he indicated he could be here around 8-8:30 and we could go from there, I gave him the motel name and the room number he messaged back he knew of the place with a snicker and told me to be ready for a wild ride. I showed the messages to Jon, Manuel was still sleeping, and after all it was barely 5 in the morning. Jon and I decided if this was going to happen we should be showered, cleaned out and looking sexy when Samuel was to arrive. We woke Manuel up around 7 and told him of our kinky plans to hook up with this daddy bear and asked if he could answer the door when he arrived, and either send him on his way or drag him in for the fun to begin. Manuel was still wrestling with his feelings after we had attacked him the night before teasing him into a raging hard on then abandoning him to sleep by himself. He made up the bed to make it look like it wasn’t used then headed off to the shower, we suspected he was cleaning himself out as well as he took a long time. He emerged from the bathroom just before 8:30 and slipped on a pair of shorts and a wife beater, it was then we heard the light knock on the door, Manuel opened it to reveal a 50ish bear who was quite attractive sporting a nice bulge, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him in. I jumped up to greet him after the door was closed and the curtains drawn, introduced myself, Jon and Manuel, then pleaded for him not to be mad that I had lured him into this group scene. He had little time to protest as Manuel began nibbling on his neck and I planted a deep wet kiss on him, we had him hooked, we undressed him and got him and Manuel on the bed, both of their cocks dangling between them, as Jon and I began fondling, sucking and licking their massive tools, Manuel was bigger, but Sam was thicker. We sucked until they broke their kiss to pull us up before they blew their loads down our gullets. Sam and Manuel pulled down and off our baggy basketball shorts exposing our naked bottom, Sam pulled me up onto him as he laid back on the bed and we began making out, he tasted so good, like a man should, he hadn’t showered and still had the funk of sleep about him and though he was a bite ripe, his pits smelled like cum and man sweat like you’d have after a light workout. Jon and Manuel had been kissing and snuggling but had stopped then I felt Jon behind me rimming my hole, getting it wet, inserting his fingers in my ass working to loosen me up, I was impatient and rose up and placed Sam’s cock on my opening and in one plunge impaled myself on his ridged tool. Oh the pain of not being properly prepared, I had been playing with my ass for the last couple of weeks trying to stretch my opening, inserting various object, even working myself up to the handle on my aluminum baseball bat, and the first 8 inches or so but even with Jon’s fingering I had not foreseen how Sam’s thick cock would stretch me I tried to pull off but Sam kept me impaled until I relaxed some then he let me rise about 2 inches before forcing my hips down impaling me once more, rise and repeat, until he was allowing me to almost pull off his 8 inches of thick man cock then plunge back down the length, I could feel my sphincter loosening as the pain slowly subsided, Sam’s precum making my hole wet and sloppy, I was soon riding that monster, pounding it back in myself over and over. Then Sam pulled me off and flipped me over, Manuel had noticed the bag of toys that Sam had brought and had set the item on the bed and night stand, Sam picked up the medium dildo and lube and began working it into my hole as Manuel was working a smaller one into Jon. I was dripping precum all over my abs and chest, every time Sam punched the dildo in hard I’d spurt some on my chest. Sam was punch fucking me regularly and then he pulled it out completely, sometime during the attack on my hole he had slipped some mesh over the length of the tool and when he pulled it out left it buried inside me then Sam did what I’d been waiting for since we left home he slid his cock into my waiting metal mesh lined boi cunt scraping his tender glands on the inside of the mesh and began fucking me in earnest, pounding into me, slamming his cock at all different angles, hitting spots I never knew existed, scraping my prostate on every plunge, then he started asking where I wanted his tainted toxic load “in me, Give me your AIDS” I screamed and he plunged once more hard, pushing his cock and sheath as far into my gut as he could and exploded. He held himself inside me for at least two minutes the slowly extracted his cock and mesh condom, pulling the condom off he slid it on to the dildo again and slid it into Jon’s loosened rear door. Jon screamed in agony as the mesh scraped his tender opening, even though it was well lubed with Sam’s cum and our blood, it began the wrecking process. I swung around the best I could and began licking the spunk and ass juice off of Sam’s battered cock, which had not gone down due to a little blue pill that Manuel had given him before we started fucking in earnest. Jon was slurping up the juices which were running out my ass as he tenderly rimmed my wrecked opening, Sam got behind Jon and once again removed the dildo and slid his cock into the sheath and began fucking Jon, he didn’t last long with all the stimulation that the mesh was giving his already expended cock, Manuel got behind me and began fucking my puffy and bloodied hole feeling all the liquid which was flowing around his cockhead he soon blew his load into me to join Sam’s. Sam and Manuel both finishing almost at the same time they roll dove on the bed and began making out pulling us boys on top of them, I shimmied down and rimmed Jon as Jon joined into a three way kiss with the two daddies. I climbed back up after cleaning the spooge from Jon’s battered hole and joined in as well. It felt great having just had sex with such a hot bear, subduing my best friend/boyfriend’s step dad not to mention taking two loads in my boi cunt. It was now almost 10, we had been fucking for an hour and a half and we needed to get going to the campus tour, Jon and I hopped up and ran for the shower, but not after Sam slid a plug into each of our bums, it hurt as it went in but once it was in place it was just uncomfortable. We showered rinsing the spunk from our bodies and the blood from our now tender bums. Manuel and Sam cleaned up in the motel room and Sam left before we emerged from the bath. Jon and I were both smiling as Manuel pulled into the school’s parking lot, we grimaced a bit walking the tour as the butt plugs shifted as we walked hitting tender spots in our damaged intestines, the guide was very cute and we both guessed very gay, although he tried to play himself off as straight, we kept flirting with him and by the end of the tour he was flirting back. As we climbed back into the car Jon grinned and palmed to me a piece of paper with the guides name and number on it, with the note ‘if you decide to come here let me know I’ll show you around other sites to have a good time’, we both chuckled knowing by the time we got back we’d have a gift to share with our guide. Manuel drove us back to what we thought was going to be the motel only he took a few turns and soon we were at a house. He parked the car and we approached the front door, just before he knocked the door swung open and Sam emerged, ushering us into his house. He gave us a tour and then led us to his garage through the back door in the kitchen. Inside he had on one side was space for the car on the other a small area was walled off and contained a sling and a padded bench, with a St. Andrews cross standing in wait. Manuel began stripping as did we, Sam then led Manuel to the Sling, Jon to the Cross and me to the padded bench, I climbed on as Sam secured Jon on the cross and Manuel in the sling. He then proceeded to place a blindfold on each of us.

The next few days were a lot for me to take in. I had to wrap my head around the fact that in a moment of passion I allowed myself to be infected and changed the course of my life up to that point. Eddie was a stinky ,dirty old man with a big cock I could not get enough of. I still can't understand how he has been able to keep such control over me. The fear of not knowing how to deal with my wife and family, I was devastated.. But at the same time anytime he demanded sex in any way I complied. Any kinky sick request I gave in to happily, he turned me into trash. I lost count how many times I sucked him off and he fucked me over the next couple days. My ass was destroyed just like he said and resembled a loose pussy more than my previous tight hole. Just when I thought I had sunk as low as I would go he told me to put my panties back on and we had to make a run. He needed beer so we walked down to the 7-11. It was just starting to get dark and when we got there a homeless guy from the neighborhood was hanging out back. Eddie knew him and called him Tom, and introduced me as his new bitch. Tom said I didn't fit the mold but Eddie assured him that he would see for himself just how well I would do. Tom said traffic was light that day.. I guess it was known in the area that for a few bucks for beer money these guys would suck or fuck, and there were actually guys willing to take them up on it.. Desperate times I guess. After sitting there for about an hour a guy in a delivery truck pulled up and asked Eddie if he wanted a beer. He said he sure did, but that the new meat would be doing the honors. Eddie told me the guy was a regular and I better suck him good and be sure to swallow every drop. He said if I swallowed the load We would earn a six pack of pabst , but if I didn't swallow the guy would get pissed and probably slap me around a bit and only give me a buck.. I got into his truck and he already had his cock out. I did as told and started sucking him for all I was worth. His cock was probably about 6 inches and uncut. that was a first for me but it made it even more exciting.. As he got more excited he started pushing my head down on his cock faster. He then asked what Eddie meant about me being new meat. He pulled my head up and I caught my breath and answered I had just recently started fucking Eddie. He then said just Eddie? I said yes. He then said he had to get some fresh meat for himself, and told me to get out of my pants.. I said sorry just the blow job, he said if I knew what was good for me I would be out of my pants quick and on his cock. I was not moving fast enough so he gave me a slap across my face. It shocked me so I moved faster, he laughed at my panties and called me a slut. I climbed up onto his lap and he thrust me down and impaled me balls deep. I started riding his cock the best I could and he was a bigger guy so he helped push me up and down to increase the pace, he was in control.. Thank goodness I had been fucking Eddies huge dick repeatedly because that and his earlier loads helped ease what would have been a brutal rough fucking.. After 5 or 10 minutes he grunted and started filling me with a huge hot load. Thankfully he was filling my ass, not sure if I could have swallowed it all.. When he was done he made me get off his cock and lick it clean.. He told me to get out of the truck and threw a five dollar bill to Eddie and drove off. Sucking and getting rough fucked for only five bucks made me feel even lower than I already did, Eddie took the money in and bought the beer.. Eddie said good job bitch, but don't get comfortable , you are just getting started.......

Part 7 I couldn't concentrate on work over the next few days. Hell, I couldn't concentrate on anything! Wondering about what would happen when I returned to Frank's place on Friday was very distracting, so I replayed the events of last weekend many times in my head. I had taken 4 poz loads. I had taken them knowingly and willingly. At first I was shocked that I had done it. It was hard to believe. But each time I thought about it, it seemed more real, and I was more excited about it and less apprehensive. I said it out loud, "I took 4 poz loads." The fear was less. In fact, it made my cock hard to say it. I said it again, and the fear seemed to dissipate. Actually, there was still some fear, but it was a different kind of fear. It was the fear of the unknown, the fear I felt taking on a challenge. But there was also the resolve I needed to have to face the challenge. I knew deep down that the fear would not stop me. My cock was hard more often than usual, even when I was dealing with work issues and day to day things. But I did not give myself any release. It felt like that would be wrong, that I should not cum until I was with Frank and Craig again. I kind of enjoyed this self-imposed celibacy. It was certainly a new experience. It was the longest 4 days I had ever experienced, but Friday finally arrived. After lunch I hurried through some work that had to be finished. Around 3:30 I called Frank's house. Craig answered, "Hello?" "Hi Craig, it's Jeff." "Hey white boy! You need to get your ass over here!" He had a friendly tone, I heard an edge to it. "Jeff, I'm sorry if that sounded pushy. Frank and I are expecting you... whenever you can get here. Can you come for dinner?" He was trying hard to be relaxed, but that edge was still there. "I can come over any time now. I'm done with work for the day." "Great!" he almost shouted, "Jeff babe, I really need you here." That was wonderful to hear. "I need to see you again, too. I need to see both of you." He let out a nervous little laugh at that. "Jeff, I have to be honest with you. Since you left the other day, things have been a little tense here. Frank hasn't touched me since then. That's weird- he usually fucks me at least once a day. I finally asked him about it yesterday because it was messing up my mind." "Craig, I don't want to come between you, believe me." "I know babe, and it's not like that. It's cool. He told me he has been saving it all up for you. It's like some kind of self-imposed chastity. And that's freaky because he is the most highly sexed man I have ever known. And me too! I haven't even jacked off. I'm horny as hell and I'm about to explode!" "Craig, you won't believe this, but I haven't touched myself since Monday either, and I am just as horny!" "Well, get your sweet ass over here now! We've been working like dogs getting things ready for you. And plan on spending the whole weekend, OK?" "OK! I'm going to pack a bag and then I'll come right over." "Don't bother packing too much- you won't need clothes!" He laughed. I packed quickly and started my drive to the lake. What the hell had they been working so hard at? Well, I would find out. I arrived a before 4pm. Frank was waiting in the driveway just like last time. He was beaming, and he greeting me with a deep kiss and wrapped me in his arms. Our hard cocks pressed against each other. "Jeff my boy, I think we have an emergency upstairs. Let's go." We hurried into the house. Craig was nowhere to be seen, but that thought quickly passed. Frank's arm was around my shoulders again. The warmth of his body and his masculine scent were all I could think of. We ended up in the bedroom. We both shed our clothes as fast as we could. His thick uncut cock was already leaking precum. He led me to the bed and we lay down together. Frank started to kiss me again, running his hands lightly up and down my body. I felt his body, too. My hands felt his strong shoulders, his beautiful furry chest, and of course my hands couldn't stay away from that cock. I slowly stroked it, pulling the foreskin back and then pushing it up to cover the head. He let out a deep, quiet growl, and bit my lower lip. He took hold of my shoulders and moved me onto my back. He was on top of me. My hand was still stroking his dick, and the precum seemed to pour out of it. He got up on his knees and grabbed my legs and lifted them. He bent his head down and licked my puckered hole. His tongue was forceful as he pushed it inside me. He started to grunt as he ate my hole like a hungry animal. I was in heaven! He lifted up his head and looked deep into my eyes. He straightened up and I felt his cock rest on my wet hole. He smiled and started to slide his cock along my crack, breathing heavier. Our eyes were locked, and a look of lust passed between us. "Jeff- Jeff- my boy Jeff- my Jeff." He was almost panting. "Jeff, I have been saving up my seed just for you. Do you want it?" "Oh yes! I want you to fuck me. I want you to seed my hole." "You know what that means. You know my seed will mark you. Is that what you want?" "Yes please! I want it so bad!" "This four day load feels very potent. It's a huge load- a huge poz load." "Poz me! Plant you seed inside me! Change me! Mark me as yours!" He reached down and I felt the head of his cock press against my fuckhole. He slowly pressed in. The only lube was his spit and precum. He was going very slowly, but as he entered me it started to hurt. But I did not want him to stop. "I know this hurts, boy. Open up and let me in. This is your destiny, boy." He pressed more of his cock into me. I cried out a little. He bent down and kissed me, fucking those fist couple of inches in and out of me. Each stroke was a bit easier to take, but I couldn't believe how hard and thick it was. "Your hole is so warm, boy," he whispered. And all of a sudden he plunged all the way into me. I let out a sharp cry of pain, which he muffled with another kiss. He stayed like that, kissing me while his dick remained planted in my hole all the way to the root. My hole twitched, try to accommodate this invader. "Oh my god!" he shouted out. I felt his cock throb, and with each pulse of it he let out a grunt. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His beautiful face thrilled me. He was cumming inside me! He pushed into me with the last few pulses and his last grunt turned into a long, satisfied groan. His body relaxed and lowered onto me, but his cock remained deep inside my hole. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my ear. I didn't want him to move. We stayed like that for a few minutes, neither of us speaking. His dick was still as hard as ever, and my ass was still adjusting. I squeezed my ass muscles gently and his arms squeezed me back. He let out a deep sigh and a soft chuckle. His eyes opened and found mine. "I am sorry, boy." "Sorry for what?" What was he talking about? "I'm sorry I came so quickly. But it was amazing finally being inside you." "I have no complaints. I think we both needed that." I squeezed my ass again. "And I don't think you are done yet." He laughed, and pushed himself up slightly. He reached between us and found my cock. He slowly rubbed it back and forth against his furry belly. "You're not done either, boy." "I will cum very soon if you keep that up," I said. He stopped and I whimpered a little. He laughed. "Don't worry, we have plenty of time." He held me by the shoulders as he scooted over to the bedside table, keeping his cock planted deep. He opened a drawer and said, "There's something here for you. It has your name on it." He pulled a buttplug out. He rose up and I felt his cock gradually leave me. He pressed the buttplug into my hole to replace his cock. He pushed it in firmly. "Leave that in there for now. Let that seed percolate and get absorbed. I'll be right back with Craig." He gave me a sly wink and got up off the bed, his still hard cock bobbing as he walked out the door. In no time at all he was back with Craig. Craig was naked and also had a raging hardon. The curve of it was matched by his broad grin. He jumped up onto the bed beside me and planted a kiss on my lips. He reached down and tapped the base of the buttplug. Frank moved over to Craig's side of the bed. He reached down and stroked Craig's cock and looked down on us kissing. "Jeff needs to let go of a load, but I owe you some, boy," he said to Craig. He started stroking his partner's dick with one hand, and fingering his hole with the other. Craig broke off our kiss. He looked up at Frank and said, "It's not going to take much for me to blow my load." Frank said, "I know, boy. But tell me when it gets close, and tell me in time." He reached down and took Craig's cock in his mouth. Craig moaned, and I reached over and pulled on one o his nipple rings. Craig moaned louder. Frank lifted his head up. "Tell him what you have deep inside you, Jeff." His hand started stroking Craig again. "I have Frank's load in me." "You want another load, Jeff?" "I sure do!" "Good. You are going to get many loads this weekend. Now I think you know what get's this boy really hot. Tell him about that load again. Use his magic word." Frank winked at me. I knew exactly what he meant. "Frank gave me his seed. He planted his poz seed deep." Craig cried out "Oh god! I'm so close!" "Hold on, boy," Frank said. he took his hand away from Craig's dick, and reached over and pulled the buttplug out of my ass. "Boy, plant that load in there too. He needs both our loads. Fuck him now!" He reached down and rolled me onto my side facing away from Craig. I felt Craig's dick plunge into my hole. He fucked a few rapid strokes and then I felt him shudder as he let loose with a load of cum. He seemed to cum forever. He eventually slowed down. "Boy, keep that cock in there deep and grab him tight," Frank demanded. Craig's arms circled around me. "Roll onto your back with Jeff on top of you." My back was on Craig's chest, and my hard cock was pointing at the ceiling. Frank bent down and took my dick in his mouth. he rubbed my balls with the palm of his hand as he gave me an expert blow job. In no time my balls began to pull up. I was close to shooting my load. Frank replaced his hot mouth with his hand and move closer to us. He was stroking me, and the head of my cock was bouncing against his big, hard cock. I gasped as my orgasm came over me. My cum started to shoot out, and Frank directed it onto his own cock. With each spurt, my hole clenched onto Craig's dick. At my last spurt, Frank reached down and pulled Craig's cock out of me. He climbed up and filled my hole with his own cock which was coated with my own load. It was so wonderful to feel him stretch my hole open gain. He kissed me, and slowly removed his cock, replacing it immediately with the buttplug. "There," he said, "that was a good start. Now I think it's time for a little nap before dinner." We all lay on the bed and snoozed for a bit. We were 3 happy men snuggling together. I was in the middle, and Frank's hand was resting under my balls, gently holding the plug in place. I couldn't stop smiling. Part 8 coming soon.

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.

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

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Chapter Eight. Now in the hall, I quickened my pace to catch up with the Priest, feeling the plug in my hole pulse slightly with every step. It felt as if the plug was slowly fucking me, causing my dick to harden. We moved silently towards another door at the end of the hall. I had so many questions I wanted to ask, but didn’t think it would be proper voicing them, even though every act that I preformed changed my life, bring me closer to death. At the door, we stopped. I could hear a rhythmic beep coming from behind the door. The Priest turned to me, staring at me silently, as if he knew I had questions. “Your curiosity is getting the best of you, but you must trust the Priests. We have longed for a neophyte like you, one that will convert quickly and fully. After which will be used as an incubator and master of conversion.” the Priest said. The Priest didn’t give me a chance to ask a single question, as he turned and opened the only door in the hall. I was taken back by what I saw. Everything in the room was white, so white it looked sterile. Two beds were on the wall opposite the door, surround by medical equipment. I only recognized the heart monitors, which were supply the beeps I heard outside the door. In each bed, was a man. So wasted away that they looked like they were just skin and bones, covered by a white sheet. As I watched their chest slowly rise and fall, the Priest lightly pushed on my back, steering me into the room, shutting the door behind us. Stepping closer, I could see the lump of their cocks and balls under the sheet, which looked huge against their wasted frames. Standing naked between the foot of the beds, I wondered just what was about to happen. “These men are at death’s door. They will be providing you with another strain of virus. We have given them a mixture of erectile medications to keep them hard as you fuck yourself on their cocks” the Priest said, “Your hole must stimulate them and milk their last load into you before death takes them.” The Priest pushed me forward, causing me to bend at the waist. He grabbed the base of the plug, pulling it slightly out then pushing it back in. Over and over he fucked my hole with the plugs. Lubing it the cum from inside. The soreness of my hole quickly returned and the muscles ached from being open. My cock jumped with each push in of the plug, which soon had me leaking pre-cum, until with one quick pull, the Priest ripped the plug out of my hole, causing me to whimper, afraid that I would wake the men, before I was ready to milk their virus filled cum from their balls. I watched both men slowly open their eyes, piercing my body from their hollow sockets. With out instruction I pulled the sheet back from the man to my left, exposing his naked body. He had the heart monitor pads on his chest, as well as an IV in his right arm. I rubbed my hand up his leg, slowly feeling his cold skin. His cock reacted to my touch, starting to twitch and grow, slowing inching up his stomach. His excitement grew, as well as his heart rate. Climbing on the bed, I positioned my hole over his cock, reaching down and lifting it up. Squatting down, I lowered myself until his cock started to pierce my hole, sliding in. I continued until my hole had completely swallowed his hard cock. As I raised and lowered my hole on this dying man’s cock, I looked over to see the other man’s sheet starting to tent up, knowing that his cock was getting hard by the live sex show in the next bed. I slowly rode the cock, rising up until I could feel his cock head at my hole, then I would drop down until I was pressing against his bony groin. I could feel him press up against me slightly driving his pelvic bones into my ass. I watched his heart monitor as the beeping increased more and more and I pumped his cock in and out of my hole. I grew increasingly alarmed as his heart rate increased, yet I did not stop riding his cock. As the rate increased, so did the rate of my bouncing up and down of his cock. His cock wast thickening and becoming harder and harder as I knew he would not last long. I felt his cock starting to jump inside my hole, and slammed it deep within, grinding against his crotch. His load shot out deep inside me, as an alarm on the heart monitor sounded. I watched the waves of heart beats change to a solid line. I panicked knowing I just fucked the last load out of this man. Did I just murder him by fucking him? I felt a hand on my shoulder, as I sat on the man with his cock deflating inside of me. The Priest stood next to me. “He is at peace. Do not bare guilt or shame, for this was his purpose, it was his choice, and he knew the consequences.” the Priest said. I lifted off the cock, looking over at the other man. He was pushing the sheet down with this legs, exposing his hard leaking cock. He licked his lips, jerking his head to the side, inviting me to his bed. I climbed off the now dead man’s bed and moved over to the next. I watched the Priest pull the sheet over the man I had just fucked, covering him completely. I climbed on top of the man, again squatting over his cock, which he held up, aiming for my hole. I looked him in the eyes as he nodded his head, giving me permission to sit on his cock. I could feel it driving deep into my hole. Pushing the cum deeper and deeper as it went in. As my ass met his crotch, I braced myself by putting my hands on his chest, being careful no to pull off the heart monitor pads. He pushed his hips up, driving his cock deeper into me. My mind was focusing on the alarm which was still signaling the lack of heart beat in the bed next to me. I lifted my ass off this man’s crotch as he grabbed my hips and started to pump quickly in and out of my hole. He was fucking me as if his life depended on it, maybe it did. I pushed down to meet his thrust upwards, causing a slapping sound that didn’t even drown out the alarm. His pumping grew slower and slower, as he tired out quickly, Repositioning myself, I took over riding his cock, riding him like I did the man before him. I watched him smile, feeling the pleasure of my hole riding his cock. His hands moved up and down my legs allowing me to feel his bony fingers. Moving my hands across his chest, I grasped his nipples, pinching and twisting them. He moaned in pleasure as I pumped my ass up and down his cock. “won’t last much longer” he whispered in between moans. I quickened my pace, until he pushed down on my knees signaling that he was about to cum. It was then that I dropped down completely, taking his cock deep in as it pulsed and shot his load inside me. I waited for the alarm to sound, but it never came. His heart rate was high as he shot, but never stopped completely. It slowly decreased as he calmed himself. I waited still for him to die while still on his cock. I could feel it slowly going soft inside my hole. I continued to press against his crotch, trying to keep him inside me longer, but as it grew softer and softer it slipped out of my hole. “Thank you” he whispered. I climbed down, moving back near the Priest. I watched the man close his eyes thinking this is it, he will be a peace soon. His breathing became slower, but was steady as he slipped off to sleep. The Priest pulled the sheet back over the man, shaking his head as he did it. I think he was disappointed that this man did not die as he shot his load. We left through the door and back out into the hall. I closed my eyes reflecting on what had happened. Thinking that when it’s my time to die, I want to go just like that, having someone ride me, and die as I shoot my last load deep into their hole. “I’m not satisfied that you will convert one hundred percent. Dr. Serpent was correct. Escalation is needed.” We quickly walked back to the Doctor’s door. Before the Priest could knock it opened. Still naked except for his boots, stood the doctor. “I knew you would return,” said the doctor. “A success and a failure” “Disappointing, good thing I prepared” said the doctor. The Doctor stepped aside, allowing us to move back into the exam room. I brushed my hand across his hanging cock, watching him smile as I did. I wanted his venom again, I wanted it deep in my hole. I made my was to the exam table as the doctor shut the door.

My boy was getting a little cocky after breeding that jock at the gym again today so I forced him down and pounded his hole to remind him who he belongs to. Also Locked his cock back in Chastity with the urethral tube and spikes. I dare him to get hard the little cum slut

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

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

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

It had been two weeks since my encounter with Mr. Marco, I mean Frank. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I was waiting for him to call me, but I was out living my life as usual. It was Saturday night, and I decided to hit the local bar. It was still early, so not many people were there. It was not a gay bar, not in this small town. But the people were always friendly, the beer was cheap, and you never knew who might drift in. On this quiet night I did see someone interesting. There was this black guy there sitting at the end of the bar. Black men are very rare in this part of the world, so he really stood out. He stood out for his looks, too. He looked slightly smaller than me with a lean body, handsome face, and whenever he got up his movements were graceful and sleek almost like a cat. I couldn't keep my eyes off him, and he picked up on that. He nodded at me and I smiled back. He seemed to chuckle to himself as he got up and walked my way. He came over and said "Hi." I said, "Hey, how are you? My name's Jeff," and extended my hand. He grabbed my hand and shook it firmly. "I'm Craig. Nice to meet you." He held my hand a bit longer than the usual handshake, squeezed it, then let go. "Mind if I sit?" "Please do. Where are you from?" He looked me deep in the eyes and smiled warmly. "I want to be from this bar and to your place, sexy man." And he laughed softly at the look of surprise on my face. "Or did I mistake those looks you were giving me? If I did, I apologize." "No need to apologize. I've been wondering how to get close to you. Guess you solved that problem pretty quick." "Well, let's go then- if your place is cool... Is it?" "Yes, it's very cool. You have a car?" He said he didn't. So I drove the half mile back to my apartment. I was thinking while I drove how crazy this was, but I had gotten so horny fantasizing what might happen soon between me and Mr. Marco that I needed to get off before I went crazy. I had been jacking off every night for a week now, and it would be good to have some actual contact. We went up the stairs to my place, and Craig pressed against me while I unlocked the door. Once we got inside he had his hands all over me. We kissed passionately as he started to undress me. I was getting his clothes off him, too. We stumbled over to the couch, kissing, nibbling, touching, stroking. It felt very hot. He was slightly smaller than me, but his body felt strong. We landed on the couch and I got a good look at him. He didn't have an ounce of fat on him. His skin was smooth, his muscles rippled, both his nipples were pierced, and his dick- I had seen very few black cocks in person, and this one was the best. It wasn't huge, but it was long and had a nice upward curve. He leaned in and started chewing on my nipple. He pushed me down on my back on the couch and switched over to the other nipple. It was driving me wild. He lifted his head and smiled at me. "You are a hot guy, Jeff." He grabbed my stiff dick. "And I love me some white cock." All of a sudden he had my cock deep in his throat, slobbering it up while he grabbed my balls and tugged on them. "Slow down or I'm going to blow too soon," I gasped. He laughed softly and moved up to straddle my chest. That beautiful black piece of meat was throbbing in front of my face, so of course I opened up wide and swallowed it. He moaned and made encouraging noises while he reached back and grabbed my cock. He wasn't stroking it, just holding it very firmly. I sucked him for a while, taking more and more of his cock while he gently fucked my face. He leaned down and asked me quietly, "Hey Jeff, do you like to eat ass?" I nodded yes with his cock still deep in my throat. He got up and turned around and sat his round, firm ass on my face. I was intoxicated by the musky smell. I pressed my nose in and inhaled. It had been a while, and rimming a hot guy was one of my favorite things to do. I licked around his rosy hole with the tip of my tongue. "Oh yeah man, that's the way. Make love to my hole baby," he said. My tongue went a bit deeper, tasting that tangy sweet ass. He wiggled it, and I tongued him deeper and deeper. He was moaning and I was grunting like a pig. He leaned down and started sucking me again. He went slowly and deliberately, and I was in heaven. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. He lifted his head up slightly and said, "I need that hot white cock in my ass, man. Will you fuck me?" Damn, who could resist? He didn't wait for an answer. He turned around again and was about to sit on my cock. "Do we need..." I was going to ask if he wanted lube and a condom. "No baby, we don't need anything we don't have right here," he said, and his ass pressed against my dick. I moaned deeply as I felt his hole open and I slid into that warm, dark hole. We paused when I felt I was in all the way. His ass twitched on my cock. It felt like a dozen fingers squeezing it- amazing! I started to fuck up into him and he started to bob up and down. We fucked harder and faster while I felt his sweaty abs. My hands moved up to tug on his pierced nipples as our fucking intensified. I was getting so close. I wanted to shoot my load deep in this delightful ass, but I wanted this feeling to last forever too. Eventually I couldn't hold back. He urged me on- "Seed my hole, baby! Breed me!" That did it. I pushed up with a great thrust and let loose with my cum. His ass milked it out of me. I couldn't believe it could feel so good. I had never felt an ass do that before. I lay there panting and he leaned down kissing my face and neck. I felt his cock jerking and felt the warmth of his cum all over me. I wrapped my arms around him and drew him tightly to me. My spent cock slipped out of his ass and I forced my tongue deep down his throat. Our kissing and breathing slowed down eventually. Our bodies were warm and covered with sweat and cum. I was exhausted and that wonderful afterglow was spreading through me. "Thanks baby, that was amazing," Craig whispered into my ear. "Hey, let's take a shower," I said. He followed me into the bathroom. I got a nice warm shower going, and we stepped in together, kissing, touching, smiling, and rinsing off. We got out of the shower and toweled each other off. My mind was spinning. Craig said, "Hey Jeff, can I crash here with you? I have luggage still at the bus station. Do you have time in the morning to drop me off there to pick it up?" "I have the whole day off tomorrow. We'll get you all set. I'll feed you a good breakfast first, though." "That's an offer I can't refuse, baby." We headed to bed. It was so good to have someone in my arms for the night. I was starting to drift off when I felt Craig's hand on my ass. He whispered in my ear again- what a nice feeling- "I love white cock like I said. But I love white ass just as much." I just let out a quiet moan. "I have a hot guy who gives me his cock, but I never get that hot furry white ass of his..." I was listening, but sleep was coming on me quickly, I could tell. He squeezed my ass and I felt fingers brushing against my hole very lightly. He continued his whispers. "Not tonight baby, but maybe soon. We never talked about status baby, I bet you're negative." I couldn't respond with more than a quiet mm-hmm to indicate that yes, I was negative. "Well, I only fuck bare, so maybe we shouldn't risk it." The very softly, "Damn shame... damn shame." He was drifting off too. We slept for hours with our arms around each other. More to cum soon.

For some of us it is the norm already.

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

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

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

I was searching the ads on Craigslist this morning. One ad really got my eye. This guy had posted on both the M4M and the M4W pages. He said he was a black trucker, stuck at a Vegas truck stop for the day. He wanted to get blown in his sleeper cabin. Maybe fuck. I sent him a message with some pics. Telling him that I wanted to suck, rim and bottom for him. He messaged me back and said he was chatting with a female right now. He preferred fucking a female, but he'd get back to me if it didn't work out with this chick. About 20 minutes passed. So, I assumed he was going to hook up with the female. Finally, I got another email from him. "She's a hooker. I'm not paying. Come on over". I quickly hopped in my car and headed for him at the truck stop. Luckily, it's the closest of the truck stops to my house. I was pulling into the Flying J truck stop in about 20 minutes. He had told me the color and make of this 18 wheeler rig. And said he was parked in the last row, at the far north end. I easily found him and was able to park my car nearby. As I walked towards his truck, he flashed his lights. I walked to his truck and he pushed open the passenger door. I climbed up into the cab and found a 55 year old, grey haired, hot, daddy, black man. He was dressed in jeans, a black tee-shirt and had big, black work boots on. He looked hot as hell. As I got into the cab, he told me to go back into his large sleeper area. He locked the doors to his truck. Came back into the sleeper and pulled the curtain between the cab and the sleeper. It was kind of dark, so he flipped on a small lamp, giving the sleeper a dim light. I sat on the bed and he walked over to me, unzipping his pants and pulling out a nicely sized BBC. He put his partially hard cock to my lips and I began to suck. His cock hardened in my mouth. Once he was finally hard, he had probably about 9"s with a nice thickness and a swollen, mushroom head. As I'm sucking, he pulls off his tee-shirt, tossing it to the floor. Then he pulls out, sits next to me on the bed and begins to remove his boots. Then stands and pulls his jeans and underwear off. He's now standing in front of me, fully naked, with his large BBC standing straight out. His dark, smooth skin was turning me on. I quickly stripped and went back to sucking his cock. Then he knelt on the bed and told me to eat his black ass. I put my face up to his ass. I licked around his hole. His ass smelled and tasted kind of musky. He'd been driving for many hours. His sweaty ass tasted salty and bitter. "Eat it, Fag", he growled. I spread his ass cheeks and dove my tongue up into him. "Good boy", he moaned as I tongue fucked his straight ass. He was pressing his muscular ass up against my face. I licked, lapped and flicked my tongue across his rosebud. "Ah, yeah! Good Faggot! Eat my hole, piggy". He's very verbal, and I'm finding that a real turn on. "Now suck me, Fag. Suck my black dick", he demanded. He turns and I again swallow as much of his cock as I can. He grabs my head and tries to fuck my face. I'm gagging on his cock as he rams it down my throat. After about 5 minutes of cocksucking, he says, "Show me that pussy". I come up off his cock and get on my hands and knees. I spread my ass for him. "Mmmmm...... Nice!", he says. "Hand me my pants, please", I ask. He reaches for my pants and hands them to me. I pull my poppers and lube from my pants. I hand him the lube and I start to sniff my poppers. "I don't need lube, Fag. Just my spit is all you'll get". He spits on my hole a few times. While he's spitting on his cock, I add more of my spit to my hole. He's big and he's thick. I'm going to need as much spit as I can get in my hole. As he begins to press into me, I again sniff on my poppers. His cock burns a bit as he's sliding in me. I'm continuing to breath in my poppers, trying to stifle my desire to cry out. He plunges into me in one quick thrust. And immediately begins to pound my hole. It takes a couple of minutes for the pain to turn to pleasure. But, soon I'm begging him to really pound me with his big dick. He's obviously only interested in his own pleasure. He's ramming me repeatedly. Calling me a whore. Calling me a faggot. His thrusts become almost brutal and he seems to enjoy hearing my grunts as he rams into me. About 6 or 7 minutes of powerful pounding finally pays off as he takes one final thrust into me and holds it there as his cock throbs and fills my ass with his hot cum. I'm both sad, but relieved when the pounding stops. I milk his cock with my ass as he begins to pull out of me. Once his cock fully plops from my hole, I spin around and open my mouth. He knows what I want and feeds me his still hard cock to clean off. "Yeah. I thought you'd be a greedy pig and want my cock some more. Clean it, Pig!" I clean his cock of all his and my juices as it softens in my mouth. He pulls from my mouth and grabs some gym shorts to pull on. I take my cue and get dressed. He lays back on his sleeper mattress and says, "I was really wanting a pussy to pound tonight. But your ass was mighty damn good". "Do you pass through Vegas often", I ask? "A fair amount", he replied. "Let me know, next time. My ass is yours to use anytime you want", I said. "Watch your email tonight. I may have another load to fill you with. I'm gonna get a bit of sleep. And we'll see?". I finished dressing and let myself out of his truck. "Lock the door", he yelled, as I jumped down to the ground. I'll be keeping a close eye on my emails later tonight. I would love a second pounding from him.

1994 I'd never really been a bar guy. I was into harder, grungier music than they played at these places, and I hated spending 2.50 for a single beer. None of it was appealing to me, but a few of my friends went all the time. My buddy Mack begged me to this place called "Eon" because he was going to meet some guy he'd met through a personal ad. He wanted me there for moral support because I guess all of hos other friends were busy I guess. So we went and my whole life was changed within a matter of hours. The place wasn't all that crowded (maybe because they charged a five buck cover charge), but we found a small table near the entrance so he could see his 'blind date' right away. Apparently they had told each other what the other would be wearing. The mystery guy guy walked in and he was pretty dang cute. Mack made his way right up to him and within seconds they headed over to the bar. Alone again. I didn't expect much different and decided to go get a drink myself. Ugh. Four bucks for a vodka tonic? Oh well. It's not like I did this very often. The drink was good and strong, and I craved another to dull the thudding in my head from all the mindless disco music blaring in my ears. I must be lacking that part of the gay chromosome that appreciates that shit. The drinks helped me mellow considerably and I made way over to the dance floor to see if I could spot Mack and his new boyfriend. Pf course they were grinding on each other under the spinning lights. I'd most likely be here for a while so I ordered another drink. Before I could reach for my wallet, the bartender told me it was paid for already. "By who?", I asked, confused. He put a finger to his lips and made a zipping motion. Okay. I glanced around to see if I could spot the kind stranger. The only guy who was looking right at me was some muscle-bound jock type with a super thick neck, blonde hair and the tightest t-shirt ever. Couldn't be him. He was out of my league. No guy like that had ever noticed me before and it was probably only because of the drinks that I considered it possible. I looked around for my friend again and didn't see him or his guy. I hope he didn't leave - he had given me a ride. "These drinks are so small", I thought as I drained another. Well maybe I'd get one more and call a cab. What the hell time was it? As I turned around to head back to the bar, I bumped right into the muscle guy. He smiled broadly and took the empty glass from my hand. "Come over here", he said loudly over the music "and let's do a shot". He found us two empty stools. My mind was a bit muddy as I followed him, and also a little aroused -- he looked like some dude that would be on the cover of "Men's Health" magazine. There were two tiny glasses of brown liquid (whiskey, probably) waiting. I sat next to this Adonis and drank the shot quickly. "You didn't even wait for a toast!" He seemed slightly offended. "Sorry". He ordered two more and I made sure to wait for a toast this time. He didn't make one -- just clinked my glass with his and downed it. I was officially drunk. I knew this because I wanted another. We had another round on me, and I finally spun around on the stool to look him in the face. This had to be a practical joke of some sort. "Do I know you?" He flashed that great smile again. "We met before, but it was a long time, but you probably don't remember". I drunkenly searched my brain files, but couldn't come up with any solid memory of this god. "I'm Jerome. We met once at a New Year's Eve party downtown." It seemed easier to just say "Oh yeah", and act like I remembered than admit the truth. "We kissed at midnight", he added. Wow. I must have been really out of it then. "Of course, I wasn't as pumped-up as I am now." A few more shots were downed and I gazed openly at his body. It was beautiful, perfect, but freakish. He had muscles and veins everywhere. "Like it?". he asked. "Yeah. How often do you work out?" "Four to five times a week. I also shoot up roids...but I don't admit that to just anybody," I was silent. "I strip at a few clubs in the area and might get a few modeling gigs, but I'm too scared to do porn." "I understand", I said trying to be cool, Suddenly the DJ started playing a Blondie song and I was filled with the urge to dance. I tried to get Jerome to the dance floor, but he held me back with his giant, lumpy arms. We just stood there and grinded away to "Heart of Glass". Everybody was watching us now. I felt his muscular pecs and ribbed stomach press into my back. Let them all watch. His crotch was working against my butt. I think felt a hard-on, but wasn't sure. It's a long song and he led me out of the place before it was over. Okay. I was going home with Zeus, and I wondered if I'd remembered to make my bed that morning. Didn't matter because we were at his place within minutes. It was a very neat apartment, but a little small. I guess I expected to see barbells and exercise shit everywhere, but it was all immaculate. Once in his bedroom, he ordered me to strip. I did and he got mad. "Don't just leave your fucking clothes on the floor, Idiot!". "Fold them up neatly and put them on the dresser. Fucking slob!" He was angry all the sudden. Out of nowhere. He gave me a hard punch in the stomach and I crumpled to the floor. Mistake mistake mistake. I tried to think of a way to exit when he apologized. "Sorry. I get angry sometimes -- for no reason. I really, truly apologize". He had a sad face that was on top of the most gorgeous body I'd ever seen. His dick was sort of small compared to the rest of his bulk, but that was somewhat of a relief because I have had no experience with being fucked, and wasn't really ready for a huge porn-sized dick. He was motioning me over to his perfectly made bed, but I had a sudden meed to go pee out the liquor I'd consumed. I found the bathroom to be as clean and perfect as the rest of his place except for a small mess of syringes on top of the toilet seat. One of them had some blood in it. Gross. Before I could even get a stream of piss out, he barged in with more anger on his face. Fuck. "You could have at least asked first to use my bathroom, asshole!" I froze. He grabbed one of the needles and a tiny bottle of something from his medicine cabinet, "One of those has blood in it," I cautioned. "Oh probably. I have to pick all the discarded ones I find at the gym. You can't just go to Walgreens and buy new ones, moron." I gave up on peeing and decided to leave any way I could. He slammed the door behind me and I took the opportunity to go get dressed. Before I even got my shirt on, Jerome stormed out and pushed me to the floor. "Why are you being such a little bitch??!!!" And then the fists came at me. A fury of pounding hit my ribs and cheeks and sides of my head. He was crazy and I was about to die. And then nothing. I guess I blacked-out. I woke up on the bed with the muscle man spreading my legs open. He was actually going to fuck me and I had no idea if he had a condom on. "Are you safe?" I asked with a child's voice. "No. Nothing about this is safe. I've got so much bad shit in my dick that not even a Trojan could hold it back. You're stupid as fuck, but I'm about to make you smarter". He put his modest little hard-on inside of me and pumped away. He kept saying things like "Asshole", "Virgin Bitch", "Motherfucker". And then he was still. I'd been fucked for the first time and it really didn't even hurt that much. I guess I was lucky. He recovered And started inspecting my ass and the sheets beneath me. "Fucking whore... You didn't even bleed". I prepared for another beating, but he hopped away out of sight. I knew better than to try and getup and dressed again. He was back in a flash with a razor blade. "He's going to cut my throat". I figured. But no. He sliced his own middle finger at the tip. Deeply. It was streaming blood everywhere. I was confused again, but then he plunged that finger in my ass. Not only that, he scratched around with his fingernail -- roughly. "There!", he announced. Now you've got what I got, Shit face. He was bleeding all over himself and standing there naked as I got dressed. When he noticed blood drops on his carpet, he started huffing and grunting. I was outside at last. I had to look around a bit to figure out where in the city I was. It took 45 minutes, but I made it back to my apartment. I wanted to sleep but the new bugs inside of me kept chattering all night. I waited almost a year to get tested, and the results were no surprise.

I totally agree. If it looks too much like a set up then it won't work for me. One of my problems is the guys are often too hot. For it to seem 'real' I want to see regular guys boning each other. Regular guys have wrinkles and bellies and hairy backs. I wish TIM would a video with a super hot bottom getting bred by a bunch of craigslist tops without bothering to weed out any of them.

would love to be there to see him experence that

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

“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!

Part 6 I could have stayed in bed with Craig all day, but frankly, my hole was feeling a bit used up. Craig said, "Babe, this is sweet, but I have to go." "Yeah, so do I," I answered, remembering I had a date with Frank that day. I was eager to get to know him better, to learn more about the real man before my fantasies became impossible for anyone to live up to. We both cleaned up and grabbed something to eat. Craig's phone went off. I washed up dishes while he talked. He ended up with, "OK I'll try to get a ride. See you in a bit," and he winked at me. He hung up and asked me if I could drop him off somewhere. Of course I could. We headed down to my car. He looked at me seriously. "Are you doing OK? How are you feeling? Any regrets?" "I feel.. well I am not sure yet about all my feelings. But I have no regrets. Last night felt like my destiny. It felt like a first step on a journey." "I know what you mean. I'm still with the guy who showed me that first step." He leaned in for a kiss. He pulled out a small notepad. "Here's the address I'm heading for. Do you know it?" I looked and my jaw dropped. It was Frank's address- the house on the lake! He saw my reaction. "Something wrong?" It took me a few seconds to say anything. "I know that place. I know who lives there. Mr. Marco is your guy?" "Mr. Marco?" He laughed. "I mean Frank. He was my teacher in high school." Craig laughed harder. Pieces were falling into place. "He is your guy- the guy who pozzed you?" Craig nodded, and his laughing calmed down. "So that's why he..." Craig said, "Why he...? Why he what? This sounds very interesting." "I met him about 2 weeks ago. After 20 years... He invited me over to his place, his parents' old place. We went swimming and..." "And... did he fuck you?" "No no- I sucked him off and he blew his load all over himself. I wanted to lick it up but he wouldn't let me." "No he wouldn't. That's just like him. He wouldn't do anything like that unless you knew his status and he knew you wanted it. I guess you guys didn't talk about that yet. Hey, I have an idea. I want to play with him... just a little." He had that evil grin again. "You have no idea how much I want to play with him! With both of you, actually!" Craig laughed again. "Oh that will happen, babe, believe me. I want to send him a pic of you- smile!" Craig typed on his phone. "I told him I found a ride with a nice guy who says he knows him." I realized I had not even started the car, so I did and we headed towards the lake. "He just texted me back- says your name is Jeff." He typed some more. "I asked him if I should fuck you... He says no way! I'm sending a different pic of you now." I was starting to breath a little heavier, wondering how this would turn out. Craig's phone was quiet. I didn't want Frank to get angry. I was about to say something when the phone went off again. "Oh boy, I think he's really pissed!" Craig didn't seem too concerned, but I was. "I think he likes you, he's being very protective. I'm sending him something else." "Craig, I don't know about this." But he just leaned in for another kiss. I paid attention to the road, but my mind was spinning. After 5 minutes Craig's phone went off. "I sent him that video I took of us." Oh my god! What would Frank think? "He says he watched it 5 times and he says to hurry. Well see how this goes." Craig sure was a trouble maker. I sped up the car, but we were almost there anyway. We pulled into the drive. Frank was standing there waiting for us. He opened my door for me. I got out and fell into a big warm hug from him. "Jeff, it is so good to see you again. You have been on my mind quite a bit these last 2 weeks." "You've been on my mind, too." It felt so good to be in his arms. He seemed calm and happy. But then he turned toward Craig with a scowl and said, "You and I will have a talk later, boy." Craig had a sheepish look on his face and made himself scarce. What a change in him. Frank put his arm around my shoulders and led me into the house. "You and I need to talk right now, Jeff." It sounded almost like a scolding from a teacher, but the tone was softer and full of concern. He had questions- how I met Craig, did I know their connection when we met, did Craig know of our history from 20 years ago? I answered it all as we slowly walked through the house, his arm around me the whole time. He said, "Now let's get serious. You know now we are both poz. I am happy and healthy, and so is he. Are you sure he didn't talk you into anything? He didn't trick you?" "Not at all," I said. "We spent 2 nights together. The first night he didn't tell me his status. I fucked him, but he didn't fuck me. I would have let him- I was really turned on, but he wouldn't. But he said things that I figured out later. I guessed he was poz. I gave that a lot of thought. Believe me, it made me think. I realized some things about myself. I got honest with myself and m y fantasies, and even all the sex I had had the last couple of years. I had been subconsciously seeking it out- watching bareback porn exclusively, fucking and getting fucked bare. The next time I was with him he told me the truth, and he was willing to play the same way with me. But I told him I wanted it. It was 100% my own decision. You saw that video. You heard me say I wanted it. And I still do." I realized we had ended up in a bedroom. Frank kissed me and held me close to him. I felt his thick, hard cock pressing against me, and I'm sure he felt that mine was hard, too. "Yes I saw that video. Damn, Jeff, I saw that video." He was whispering into my ear. "I saw it and I heard you say those words. My cock has been hard for you since I saw it. I want you so bad." "And I want you. I want you and all you can give me." Frank let out a low, deep growl and dragged me over to the bed. He started taking my clothes off, and I started on his. We were soon naked and kissing again. His fat uncut cock was oozing precum. I reached down for it and started slowly stroking it. I got down on my knees and took it into my mouth. His hands stroked my hair. After a short minute he reached down and pulled me up to face him again. He brought me down onto the bed with him and started to kiss my chest. He licked and nibbled on my nipples and I moaned deeply. I reached for his pierced nipples and squeezed them and twisted them. That got him going even more. He pushed my legs up a bit and swallowed my raging dick all the way. Oh my god! What a feeling. I couldn't believe how close I was to blowing my load. He seemed to pick up on that nd moved his mouth down to my balls. He licked them and took them into his mouth one at a time. Then he took them both and swirled his tongue around them. Then he tongue trailed down lower and started to tease my fuck hole. He kissed it and licked it very gently, making deep humming noises. My head was tossing side to side. This was unbelievable I had fantasies about having sex with this beautiful man so many years ago, but my boyish fantasies had never been like this. They had never been so hot! He lifted his face up and moved up and kissed me on the lips with a tender passion. He looked me in the eyes with a big smile and rested his hand on my chest. I felt that wonderful cock of his pressing against my hip. He said, "Baby, I want you so bad, but that sweet hole of yours seems very tender. My boy sure used you well." I smiled back, "He sure did. I took 3 loads from him." "Believe me, I want to give you even more, but you need to recover." "Frank, please!" I knew I sounded desperate, but I really was. "Well, baby, I sure don't want to stop! We're not done yet, don't worry." He scooted up the bed and rested on his back. His sexy, furry body and hot, hard, dripping cock were all I could look at. I wanted him so much. I wanted his seed- his poz seed. "I remember your mouth on my balls. Come up here and do that again." I scurried up and took his balls in my mouth. I suckled on them every way I could. I delighted in the noises he made while I worshipped those balls. He grabbed my head and held it there. "Feel that cum churning in there, baby. That's a load just for you. Do you want that load?" All I could do was mumble and nod yes. "That load is your and yours alone. Now that I know you want my charged cum, my cum is longing for you. Every seed needs to be inside you." I reached up to touch that cock. He had been slowly stroking it, but his hand fell away to let me do the work. I squeezed his veiny dick and pushed the foreskin up and down. My hand got wet from his precum. "Oh fuck, baby! I'm going to blow that poz load now! I want you to swallow every drop now!" In no time I took his cock in my mouth. I plunged down to the root of it. He wasted no time- his cock pulsed again and again as I tasted that glorious cum. My own cock started to shoot without even a touch. "Oh fuck!" he shouted. "Take that load! Take that poz cum!" He must have shoot 8 or 9 times into my mouth. I kept my lips wrapped around the base of his cock until I felt it stop twitching. His bod eventually relaxed, but I did not relax my oral grip on him. His hands were slowly stroking my hair. After what seemed to be a long long time, but not quite long enough he said, "Thank you, Jeff. That was the best orgasm I have had in a while. Let's go get cleaned up." I lifted my head up reluctantly. He looked down and said, "Well, it looks like you got every drop. Good boy." My heart swelled when he said that. He took my by the hand and we went into the bathroom. We stepped into the shower together and slowly and sensually soaped each other up, kissing and caressing the whole time. We got out and toweled each other off. We went back out into the bedroom, and there was Craig standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest and one eyebrow raised. "Is it safe to be here?" he asked with a bit of a smirk. "Yes, boy, you are safe. We're cool," Frank said with a beaming smile. "I think Jeff needs to go home- after we feed him. Well, I just fed him, but you know what I mean" Frank laughed, and Craig laughed, and so did I. Frank continued, "He needs to let all our seed germinate a bit, and his ass needs a rest. You sure had your fun with him, boy." He put his arm around my shoulder again. "But we need him to come back after he recovers. I am thinking of all kinds of things we can do with this hot fucker together." Now Frank got that same evil look in his eye. "Are you OK with that, Jeff?" "You have to ask? I sure as hell am OK with that!" I almost shouted that. "Can I come back after work on Friday?" Frank gave my shoulder a big squeeze. "Friday will be perfect. That gives me and my boy enough time to get things ready. Let's get down to the lake for a swim." I grabbed my clothes, and we all 3 hurried down to the lake. I was ondering what things they were going to get ready, but I didn't ask. I was going to enjoy many fantasies about that before I came back. Part 7 coming soon

With the Black Party in NYC this weekend I wonder how many will be converted to the Brotherhood?

Just got results from blood tests, abnormal, more tests here's hoping I'm HIV+

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.

Right with you on this. When I look at porn, it has to seem 'real' to me in order for it to work. If I sense at all that it's just guys putting on a show, I stop it right then. It's the stuff that at least looks like a real encounter between lusty guys that pulls me in. Attempts to pull that off with actors can be laughable. Some of the hottest porn I like is video taken where the guys being videod are not aware of being recorded. There used to be a guy on xtube (i think) who would record understall action in restrooms. There were several stalls, and he would record other guys who would be having sex under the stalls next to him. Was so fucking hot, especially when understall fucking was caught. Another hot scenario is anonymous walk in breeding where a bottom has hidden cameras set up and is waiting ass up for an anonymous load, and all of that is recorded without the anonymous top knowing. but really, the only thing that gets me off is real stuff, especially when there is no self consciousness of them knowing they are being recorded. I also LOVE creeper porn. have a huge fantasy of being bred by a "creeper" while I'm asleep. Course, that's really hard to pull off, the bottom pretty much has to be passed out for that to be real, and you can tell if it's put on usually, which again is kinda cheesy lol.

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

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

It took less than an hour before Graham’s phone rings, of course it’s Ross “Hi you gotta finish what you started, I’ve got an itch that needs you to scratch” Grahame gives him our address and tells him to come over NOW! “How long d’ya think it will be before the cheating slut is at our door he asks me, “20 or 30 minutes max you got him well revved up for action especially with ‘our’ boy out of action?” It’s 15 when there is an urgent knocking. I hide in the kitchen peering through a crack of the partially closed door whilst Grahame, naked, goes to the door to usher our new plaything in ready to become prey, for the first of the scorpion’s sting. “Strip” is Grahame’s only word of greeting as Ross fumbles with buttons and zip as he wriggles out of his cloths in seconds leaving him standing fully naked wearing only a shit eating grin and sporting a nice 7inch looking uncut hard-on. “What have you come for?” “Your cock and cum” Grahame now asks, “And where do you want my cum?” “Shoot it inside where all cum belongs” then a slight prick of conscious prompts him to ask, “You are clean aren’t you?” “Yeah, yeah all freshly showered!” Grahame’s reply is so fast I almost laugh out loud and give the game away. “You know that’s not what I mean” but that question gets no response. They make out briefly as Grahame manhandles Ross to our bedroom throwing him backwards on the bed and swiftly rolling his legs up to his chest. I follow to the bedroom door giving me a clear view of his exposed pink pucker that’s ready for a good workout. My man dives down getting his mouth between Ross’s ass cheeks and started working his sweet hole lapping away getting it sloppy and wet before thrusting his tongue deep into its musky depths. “Relax, push out let me have full access” Grahame instructs and as Ross relaxes his sphincter and submits his hole under the onslaught of tongue making circles, nibbling at the flesh or pushing his tongue in as far as possible probing and relentlessly fucking in and out just as his cock soon will be. “Oh fuck yeah!” Grahame utters. “Oh, ah, fuck, yeah” Ross moans and writhes on our bed screwing up the duvet in his hands and then lets slip “No one’s rimmed me like that. Normally just spit and fucks. This feels sooooo good.” By this time, I’m slowly wanking at the sight before me and know Grahame could not hold back much longer, he needs to fuck him, and Ross needed it too. “Fuck me please. Please!” Ross is almost screaming and Grahame was not about to disappoint as he spat on his hand and starts to slather the slime over his 8-inch cock and whilst not as big as Liam’s Grahame is a pig and knows how to fuck. “No lube, just spit I want you to feel every inch as I sink in to your cunt”. That’s my boy for you! Whether he realised it or not he was about to get bred with toxic sperm as Grahame took his time entering by gently pressing his furiously leaking cockhead against his hole. With all the pre-cum spewing out he really didn’t need lube at all. Ross exhaled deeply in pleasure or pain as Grahame’s cockhead slid inside the outer ring of his chute. “Fuck Yeah! It’s been a while since anyone’s been filling my hole. Need it so bad.” Breathes Ross They both grunt in pleasure as Grahame’s cock slid further up his tight passage stretching his rectal walls until his well-trimmed pubes press deep into the ass cheeks and then pulls back with shallow movements, slow and fast, in and out picking up speed changing direction, depth and speed. Being a bit smaller in the cock department than Liam, Grahame knew he had to work that bit harder to make the cheating boyfriend come back for more as his sickly boyfriend was temporarily unable to perform his Top duties. Grahame’s ass pistoned up and down like a well-oiled engine drilling Ross’s hole really deep, bashing his prostate on every stroke, getting them both to the point of no return. With sweat flying, inevitably Grahame asks the age-old question “Where do you want my load?” quickly followed by “You’re going to get it were cum belongs. Yeah here it cums!” He ejaculates so hard I almost feel it myself as his red-hot dirty load blasts in Ross’s guts in seven or eight pulses as he keeps thrusting at a reduced pace to make sure the Poz cum gets in to do its duty. As pre-planned I burst in, “What the fuck?” “Oh shit!” says Grahame in mock horror, “I didn’t expect you back so soon” “Fuck off – get out, I don’t want you here.” Before adding to Ross “Stay where you are” who tries to gather himself together to make a quick exit. Despite being a natural bottom watching my boy fuck the living daylights out of Ross has me hard and ready to spread my toxic seed too and as Grahame exits stage left I push the shocked Ross back down, he’s stunned and doesn’t protest as I lift his legs, spread them wide giving a great view of his wet and open wide hole. “Now it’s my turn you piece of trash, fucking with my boyfriend eh?” “Yes, sorry I didn’t know…he never said. I…Oooooo, ahhhhhh!” and the sentence hangs as I slide my seven inches in so easily and immediately start power fucking. “Love fucking a cummy hole. Especially one that’s been loaded with demon seed” I notice that either ‘demon seed’s’ connotation didn’t register or Ross simply did not care. “Now beat off and milk the cum outta my cock with your sloppy ass” I command and our new sub boy complies by furiously wanking, a few stokes in and his ass muscles clamp down on my cock as he fires wave after wave of cum all over himself. Huffing and puffing, red faced and in a strangled wheeze pants “Fuck yeah. Love your bare cock in my hole. Fuck me harder. I want your load in my ass.” And then it happens, my cock throbs, get harder still, my balls raise up and fire volley after volley of charged cum deep in his guts. As opposed to telling me what a great fuck he had just had I get, “Sorry. I am so sorry I didn’t mean to cause grief between you and your man it’s just that I’ve been away and I’m so blue balled I just had to have sex. Sorry” I cut him off telling him I found out that Grahame cheated on me a while back and whilst angry at first it has liberated our sexlife meaning we can fulfil some fantasies, “Tell me what’s yours?” I expected at least a nano-second of silence, but no. “Rape, I’d love to be tied up and raped.” Ummm I notice no mention of a boyfriend or slip up saying Liam’s name so far…and as our breathing normalizes, I think, “we’ll need to give that some thought” and knowing Grahame is outside waiting to make a ‘date’ as part of our collective next move when Liam was better and up for it, I tell Ross to “Get out”

thanks for the 'follow'. I'd love to get your viruses and diseases into my blood.

So, it was my last night in London on this trip. Had been chatting with a nice guy who likes what I do. Unfortunately for me, he was unable to play due to work. I had done a pretty good job cleaning out and had 3 new bottles of poppers. Was going to settle in for some batter porn. This guy hits me up on scruff and asks if I wanted to pnp. It's been a long time since I was a bad boy, so I cleaned out a bit more and was happy. Walked the 10 minutes to his place and he buzzed me in. I entered and this hot bear was sitting on the couch jacking. Porn was on, and I was ready to go! He asked if I could slam myself and I said yes. Since I was leaving the next day, it was a .2. I tied off, registered and pushed. That warm feeling came over me but I didn't cough. My friend fixed his point and slammed. I got between his legs and started sucking his impressively thick cock. My throat had no trouble so I deep throated him right away. He told me to turn around. He rimmed his cock into my hole and I could feel a little tearing. The pain quickly turned to pleasure and he started to fuck me hard! He stopped and told me to lick his ass. I dove in face first and started to lick, slurp and enjoy his holemail. Unfortunately for me, I get tina dick so just played with his hole with a couple of fingers. I could have gone longer, but my legs were falling asleep so we changed positions again. He once again drove his cock into my hole. I was moaning in pleasure as he fucked me. He grabbed a small vibrator and asked me to hold it against his balls. It was an odd position so I wasn't holding it right. He took it from my hand and jammed it into my hole with his cock! Thank you miss T cause I had no trouble taking both. He continued to fuck me until he shot in my hole. I spent the next 15 or 20 minutes sucking his cock clean. Unfortunately, I nipped his dick with my teeth, NOT something I want to happen ever. This kinda put a damper of the night so, I gathered my things, left him 20 for the supplies and asked if I could hit him up next time I'm in town. He said sure, and if you need to, let me know! Back in the hotel writing this and cruising everywhere! Would like 1 more load before I head home!

mine is http://andfullofcum.tumblr.com enjoy!

I wish one of the bareback studios would make a gay version of the straight porn series '50 Guy Cream Pie'. There have been a couple of videos that have tried to follow this concept, but none of them are as raunchy or hardcore as the straight version -- where 50 guys fuck and cum in one woman with no clean up in between loads. It's just cream pie after cream pie until the woman is completely covered in dried cum and it's just gushing out of her ass and pussy. The gay studios always break it up into smaller 5-10 guy gang bangs and do a complete clean up and shower between groups. They also never come close to 50 guys. I'd love to see 50 guys in a room at the same time, fucking and cumming in one bottom with no clean up between loads. Maybe at the end, the bottom could push the cum out of his ass so we could see how much is in him. Swallowing it would be great, but I think that may be asking too much. As for cast, a Helix, Staxus, or Eurocreme twink would be perfect for the bottom, and the tops could be a mix of guys from hot to unattractive and ages from 20s to 60s.

Part 2 Tim and Bart left the room for a short time to let the brothers relax in the post gifting bliss. Both brothers were still hard from the gifting, especially Aaron as the drugs would be keeping him hard for a while longer. "Aaron, I can feel all the warm piss in me. It feels soooo good. Your cock is still sort of pulsing too. I'm still wanting to be fucked. Please fuck me a little more. Pllleeeease." Yes, Ryan was still under control of the melted shards, but he also loved having his brother in him, which he's wanted for so long. Aaron knew it was already too late to be careful, and the drugs were still boosting his lust level. His cock made the decision for him, and he slowly started pumping into Ryan. Slowly in and slowly out, he was paying attention how the warm fluids drifted around his cock. How his foreskin uncovered his head and he could feel more warm. "Ryan, you feel so good around my cock. Can you feel me moving inside you. You like that?" "Fuck, Aaron, go faster, please go faster." Aaron started moving his hips harder and faster. His lust levels were going up, his urge to breed was kicking in. Now that he didn't have to worry, he had to breed. He wanted to breed. He started pushing as deep as possible into Ryan. "Aaron, more, give it to me. Fuck, your scratching that itch. Oh fuck, I love it. Give me more." "Fuck Ryan, I'm getting close again. I'm going to shoot some more into you. You want more of my cum?" "Please, give it to me. Shoot it into me" Aaron moved his hips a little harder, going as deep as possible with each thrust. Then Aaron felt the pulse of his orgasm, and shoved as far as possible and shot. His head falling back and moaning loud, shooting another good sized load into his brother. Bart and Tim just came back into the room as Aaron was shooting into Ryan. They just smiled. "Way to go big bro, give him another dose, shoot your cum into your little brother." Aaron was completely in the throes of this orgasm. Making quick hard thrusts with his hips, moaning loudly. Ryan was moaning as loudly, shaking his head from side to side. "Let's get you two moved over to the shower area, and get you two cleaned up." Bart and Tim released the wheels locks on the frames and wheeled the two brothers over to the large shower area. Bart unlocked all the straps holding Aaron inside Ryan, and Tim slowly pulled the brothers apart. Ryan and Aaron moaned as they were pulled apart. As Aaron's cock popped out of Ryan, all of Aaron's fuck juices and peed came rushing out of Ryan. All with a pinkish hue to it. Ryan moaning as all was gushing out. Aaron watched all the fluid pour out, turned on by what he saw but also a little sorry for what he was seeing. Ryan would have to be infected with that coloring to the fluids. Bart worked on freeing Ryan, while Tim worked on freeing Aaron. After the brothers were released, Bart started up the showers for a nice hot shower for them all. Bart keep Ryan to himself, while Tim worked on Aaron. Bart began soaping up Ryan all over, almost lovingly soaping him. Feeling his body all over. Ryan's nipples perked up to the soaping, which Bart tweaked them, causing him to moan a little. Ryan's penis started hardening back up to become his lovely man cock. Bart loved how much foreskin Ryan had, how it keep the head all covered with such beautiful skin. Bart had to get that cock in his mouth, and got down on his knees, pulled Ryan's foreskin back and saw the beautiful purple pink head with a piss slit almost as big as his brothers. Bart put his tongue on that slit and then pulled the skin up and over his tongue. Bart loved feeling his tongue buried in a foreskin. Ryan moaned as Bart moved his tongue around his head inside the skin. Ryan suddenly spurt a small amount of precum which went right across Bart's tongue, causing Bart to moan with Ryan. Aaron was being washed by Tim, just as carefully and lovingly. Tim loved the feel of the fuzz on Aaron's chest. He then washed down Aaron's muscular back to his nice fuzzy ass, running his finger around and around Aaron's hole, making Aaron moan. Tim then slowly inserted an finger into Aaron's warm depth's. He found Aaron's prostate, and tapped his finger against it. This caused Aaron's cock to bounce up and down. While Tim was playing with Aaron's ass, Aaron saw Ryan getting what looked like the best head he'd ever received. Tim wrapped his arms around Aaron, and pulled Aaron against him. Aaron felt Tim's hard cock rubbing in between his fuzzy cheeks. He loved how Tim's cock head ran across his hole now and again. Bart saw Tim rubbing against Aaron and knew where that was going. "Look little bro, look at how your big bro is getting rubbed. My buddy is rubbing up against him, getting him ready for his big cock. You want to watch big bro get fucked?" Ryan just nodded his head. Aaron saw this and wiggled his butt at Tim. Tim took hold of his dick and pointed it more fully at Aaron's hole, and then slowly began sliding it into Aaron's tight ass until he was balls deep in him. "Oh my god, your cock feels so good in my ass. Oh fuck, that's the biggest I've had I think. Oh fuck." Ryan loved watching his brother taking a cock, a little jealous it wasn't his cock inside him. "You like seeing your big bro taking cock don't you. Makes you all hot doesn't it little one. You want some place warm to put your nice big cock." Bart lubed up his own ass, and then put his back to Ryan reaching behind to grab Ryan's hard cock. He pulled Ryan by his cock towards his ass. "Push it in little one, push your hard cock in my ass. Ah fuck, that's it. Oh, such a hard big cock. Oh fuck, it feels so good sliding into me. Look big bro, look at your little bro fucking me. Look at his cock sliding into me." Aaron watched as Ryan slide his cock into Bart, he loved the look on his brother's face as his cock was going deeper into a hot fuck hole. He also was feeling a little jealous of Bart having his brother's cock in him. That jealousy went up a little more as Ryan started pumping his dick in and out of that ass. The moaning and groaning went up in volume with two men getting fucked. Bart loved feeling Ryan's cock sliding in and out. He could be doing it a little harder. Bart got a wild idea of having a fuck train. "Hey little one, you want big bro back inside you, you want to be fucked while you fuck. It would be so hot." Ryan could only nod and moan louder. Tim heard this and pushed Aaron over to his brother, and while he was still fucking Aaron, took hold of Aaron's hard cock and held it as he pushed him into Ryan. Aaron could only groan and help push himself into Ryan. Now as Tim pushed into Aaron, Aaron pushed into Ryan and Ryan more into Bart. Tim was getting close to shooting into Aaron. "Fuck big bro, I'm getting close. I'm going to breed that tight ass of yours. You ready for an ass full? Oh fuck, its going to be a nice toxic load for you." Tim pulled out a little further that jammed in hitting Aaron's prostate hard, and then firing his load into Aaron. Aaron was caught off guard for the prostate hit and suddenly went into overdrive into his brother and began shooting another of his loads into his brother. "Oh fuck Ryan, he's cumming in me, and its making shoot into you. Ah fuck, I can't help but cum." Ryan moaned as he felt Aaron cumming in him. Just as Aaron finished cumming, Ryan's prostate had enough rubbing by Aaron, and he shot a huge load into Bart. "That's it little one, give me that nice clean load. Ah fuck, I can feel that hot cum shooting in me. You've got a great load." All the men were breathing hard. They all pulled out of each other. They rinsed off the new sex fluid. Then Bart showed the brothers to their flat upstairs where they would be staying for a week of so.

Living north of Boston but would like to organize a small group of guys who'd want to get a large hotel room and pig out for an afternoon. I lean top but I'm not looking for guys solely into getting their holes bred: I'm hoping to find a group of versatile types so that we've got a good mix. Not opposed to one boy bottom we could all use but you get the idea. Preferably poz bear types and guys between mid 20s to 50. Anybody interested in meeting and maybe helping to organize?

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

If they are looking for someone to take it for a gangbang video, I will do it at a fraction of the price. I will sell myself to get loaded with juice. Spit on it and slide it in, let the last man's load be lube for the next until my hole is so frothy you could pour me out over a latte.

I was really getting into my sucking and he noticed by the bulge in my pants. He told me to stop sucking and take off my clothes down to my cute little panties. I did as I was told. I still could not believe I was allowing this dirty old man to control me like this. It was not just the fact that he could tell my secret to the rest of the family but it also got me insanely horny. After I was undressed down to my panties he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into the bedroom and laid down on his back and pushed my head right back down on his cock. I had never had such a huge cock and had zero deep throating skills at all. He was determined to get his cock as far down my throat as he could. He repeatedly forced my head down on his cock and made me gag and choke. I thought he was going to kill me with it, I could not catch my breath there was drool and slop everywhere it was making my eyes tear up and he was loving every minute. He just kept laughing and saying you will learn to take my entire cock down that throat or die trying. At that point he kind of laid off the momentum on his cock and let me ease my pace back to one I could handle. I realized then he was starting to put his focus in other areas. while I continued to do my best sucking his cock he started to rub my ass and grab it and push his fingers along my crack. It felt incredible through my satin panties, my cock was harder than it had ever been before, I was starting to get dizzy from the intensity. He started to zero in on and play more with my hole. he would lick his finger then rub it on my hole and in my crack. He then started giving it more pressure to get his fingers into my tight ass. He said boy I can't remember the last time I felt a hole this tight.. This is going to be a treat I didn't expect. I new what he meant by those words and it scared me to death. I had never taken a cock or anything else in my ass this big before.. I told him I would suck his cock but please don't fuck me, I could not handle it. He just laughed and kept pushing his dirty tore up nasty fingers into my hole. He said when he was done with me I would have a cunt in my panties instead of a nice tight asshole. I had to admit I was starting to enjoy his fingers in my ass even though he would catch me with a fingernail or hangnail more than I would have liked. He then grabbed me by my hair again and pulled me onto my back. With the other hand he pulled off my now soaked panties. I could not stop looking at that huge dick and as bad as I wanted to get fucked by this point I knew I could not handle it. He then said it was time he was going to make me his bitch for real. I asked him again not to fuck me and he just laughed and said I stopped having any kind of say in the matter the minute he first caught me in panties. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a container of hand lotion, I was relieved he at least was going to use something for lube and not try to fuck me with nothing. He put some on his cock and rubbed it all in and then pushed some in my hole with his fingers. At that point I felt sharp stings in my ass from the lotion, it hurt a bit but started to settle down. He saw my reaction and giggled a little more. I have to admit that slimed up cock looked incredible, I could not believe such a perfect cock was attached to this dirty old man. He spread my legs wide apart and pushed that huge mushroom head up to my tight hole. He then said well you wanted to dress like a slut so now I am going to fuck you like one. He started pushing against my hole and I could feel it wanting to get inside but I was tight and it was not easy. He could have spent more time getting me ready for his dick but I think he wanted for it to hurt a lot.. He was finally able to pop the head inside me and I screamed like hell. It hurt like I had not imagined. He got annoyed and told me to shut up and shoved the panties into my mouth and held my hands down over my head. He stayed there for a couple minutes and then started to slowly move it in a bit further and then back again then in a bit further and then back. He repeated this for some time and I was in a lot of pain I felt him gaining every inch and tearing my insides to pieces. It took some doing but after a while he was finally all the way in me balls deep. He then started Making full strokes in and out, I started to get used to it and the pain was turning into pure lust , I started loving every move and every inch. He noticed me settle down and took the panties from my mouth and rubbed the tears away from my eyes. He said now you starting to like feeling like my bitch. I said yes. He kept fucking at a nice slow rhythm and I was loving it. He said you love my big cock tearing you up inside, and I replied with a yes. I was shocked but I was loving everything this stinky old man was doing to me, I was so excited my cock was oozing and hard as rock. He started to pick up the pace and I could hardly breath. I started to moan with pleasure ,he said you like how that feels and said Yes.. He Said you mean Yes Daddy,, and I replied yes Daddy. He kept increasing the pace of his fucking and I felt like his cock was going to burst through my chest. I could feel his cock getting bigger inside me and by the look on his face I figured he was getting close. I had not even thought of condoms or anything for that matter, I was to caught up in obeying him from the beginning. I was enjoying the feeling so much at that point none of that mattered anyway. He said are you going to stay Daddy's slut, I said yes I want to be Daddy's slut. My head was swimming in the feelings.. He said do you Love your Daddy, I said yes I love you Daddy. He said I told you, you would be my bitch and now I am going to pump you full of my hot poz load and knock you up. I said please don't. He said does Daddy make you feel good, I said yes Daddy. He said do you love your Daddy, I said Yes I love you Daddy.. He said Are you going to take my poz load and be my bitch? I couldn't take it anymore and I said Yes breed me Daddy knock me up and make me your bitch. With that he started pumping real hard and deep. He was pounding me so hard the room was shaking . I was moaning and he was getting closer. He pushed in me harder than he had yet and then came down on me and started to fuck my throat with his tongue. He was kissing like a mad man just like he was fucking me like a mad man. He then burst loose and flooded my guts with his hot charged load. He just kept pumping and pumping dumping as much seed into me as he could. I could not take anymore and started shooting my load all over between us. We just kept kissing and cumming and it was incredible. He finally slowed down and slowly slid in and out of me while my cum had us stuck together and we just kept kissing. We layed there in the bed for a while.He said he was so glad to have his own boybitch. He told me he decided the minute he saw those panties on me he was going to poz me up one way or the other. He said he knew he tore me up with his fingers and that all he had to do was get in me to infect me good. He also said that at the end he was happy that I wanted it and asked him for it. I knew my life was pretty much over as I knew it. I could not stay with my wife knowing I was infected. But I was also happy because I had been in the closet my entire life and now because of this dirty old man I could be who I wanted to be. I think I really was falling in love with him. I asked how he got the bug. He said because of the low fixed income he started sucking dick and getting fucked behind the 7-11 for money to buy beer. He said it was not long before he had fucked around with every old pervert and homeless guy in the neighborhood. He did not know who got him but that was how it probably happened. He then laughed and said don't worry boy, now that I have you, it won't be me taking dick for beer money anymore. I have my boybitch to do all that sucking and fucking for me now. I resigned myself to my new fate and told Daddy I loved him. I then kissed him and told him he better fuck me again to make sure the seed took. He said don't worry about that you will be getting Daddy's poison seed everyday from now on..

I have always known I was bisexual since I was a kid. I have topped but never bottomed, I have attempted bottoming a few times. First time I was 16 my friend and I tried, we didn't have lube and I wasn't streached out properly. A few months ago I bought a butt plug which is 4 inches long and a 8 inch dildo. I lube every night and put the plug in and every other night the dildo. It feels good when I do so. A description of myself, I am a black male, 51, looks to be in my 40's. Slim 5'8, 140 lbs. I have a 8 1/2 inch uncut BBC. Last night I go to the bathhouse, I was feeling extra horny. I pay my admission get my locker put my clothes in it, shower dry off and lube my ass up just in case, but also love having a finger stuck in me. I do my walk around see some doors open and guys showing off their goods, a few guys getting blown or fucked. I think to myself this looks like it good be a fun night. I go to the video room and their are two couches in there. One has a guy laid out on it strocking his cock, the other has a beautiful tall blonde crossdresser, dressed in leather strapped top, short leather skirt, stockings, knee high boots. I start a conversation with her. She looks down and notices my bulge under my towel, tells me she hasn't had a BBC all night, she motions to the gloryhole section, and I follow her over there. She goes in one cubicle and I go in the one next to it. I then feel her lick and play with my balls then she starts to put it in her mouth and my she could suck, I take a hit of poppers she then takes my whole cock in her mouth, wow !!!! did that feel great, never felt anything like that before, at this time a guy comes behind me and stars feeling my cock and balls his hands moves to my chest and he starts nibbling my ears and neck. My eyes are closed and I didn't notice another guy come in and start sucking my chest, I reach back and feel a cock it is about 6 inches but very thick, and rock hard. He stars feeling my ass and whispers in my ear you are all lubed up. Meanwhile my sexy crossdresser has decided she wants my BBC in her ass/pussy, she pushes herself up on it I feel it going in and she starts grinding on it and going back and forth on it. Meanwhile the guy who was sucking and licking my chest starts kissing me sticking his tounge down my throat, and the guy behind me is rubbing his cock against my ass. I press up against him and I feel the head pop in, I let out a loud moan the guy kissing me just kisses me harder. We all take several hits of poppers and I feel that cock just go in I smile to myself and say finally. There was a little pain but having preparing myself for a while it was a beauus tiful sensation. I start pumping into my sexy crossdresser as he is pumping into me. Meanwhile the guy kissing me is strocking away and lets out a loud moan as he shoots his load on me, feeling his cum on me I let loose in her ass, I hear her yell out yes and she starts screaming as she cums, off course he lets go in my ass, he pulls out of me I feel it leak out. my ass. My kisser gets on his knees and licks and cleans me out. She comes in the cubicle and kisses me I feel her ass with my cum in it and play with it take out my fingers and stick it her mouth we then kiss some more. She walks out. I decide it is now shower time. I shower catch my breathe walk around some more still with a raging hard on and my ass feeling great. I pass a door a guy is laying on his bed watching a video, getting blown he smiles at me I walk in he motions me to him and starts blowing me, the guy who was blowing him then stops and climbs on his cock and starts riding it, another guy walks in, he comes behind me sticks his cock in my ass, I am thinking to myself 51 years nothing, then Bam in a 45 minute span twice. The guy climbs off my sucker, the guy fucking me stops the starts fucking the other guy, the sucker turns around and I starts pounding his ass. The guys we are fucking are facing each other and start kissing, we take a hit of poppers and everyone is just moaning out loud a few more people enter the room and are watching and strocking and feeling our bodies up. I cant resist anymore and let loose my 2nd load, the other guy lets go of his and the guys we were fucking followed suit. We all collapse on the bed exhausted and some of the guys who were watching us came over and cleaned us But cant wait till I get fucked again.

So, a LONG Time ago, I mentioned I was doing a Re-write of the story. Finally got around to posting the first part of it, Curious what everyone thinks of it vs the original.. Posting it in two parts because of Size. ********************************************************* The AIDS Clinic… Adam had been there several times before but back then he found the place intoxicating even though he knew it should frighten him…. The smell of death pervades the hospice and in the beginning, before he realized his calling, Adam found it was hard watching his grandpa waste away. Adam’s grandpa used to be such a vital and fit man who lived life and over the years Adam watched what used to be a huge strong man rotting from within. Over the years however, as Adam went from becoming a boy to a man, and his own sexual hunger began to awaken, slowly his views began to change. The one day, he found a website, a breeding website that changed his views forever and after that he realized he had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease or it’s advantages… Now when he visits his Grandpa, he no longer sees a thin gaunt man, but a Lean tight body. The most notably difference is that his Grandfather seems happier than ever, even if he is dying, and one day Adam finds out why. His mother had been after him to get a job for the summer for quite some time, and Adam had hit upon the idea of Volunteering at the Hospice. His mother, a Very devout women had been against it, saying volunteering wasn’t a “real” summer job and, she thought the place would be a bad influence on him… If only she knew… Eventually she had given in and Adam, after signing the paper work to become a Volunteer, began a new life working at the AIDS Clinic. And so He caught the bus out to the hospice. Its located just outside the city and is run by Jerry. He's a nice man in his 20's and works here with his partner, Trevor, who is also in his 20's. They oversee the hospice and there are currently 17 men who stay here. All have AIDS Shortly after arriving he ran into Jerry, at his usually place behind the Front office desk. Adam listens as he hears that his grandfather has been eager to see him again and talks about his grandson constantly. Telling all his friends here what a fine and good-looking boy he is. Adam blushes at the words. As Jerry looks him up and down and tells him it’s the truth and the compliment is all his. Jerry simply smiles and tells Adam it’s been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in this place and through the conversation reveals that he and his partner Trevor are also infected. For a moment Adam looks back at him incredulously but cant deny his dick is bulging in his shorts at the very thought. Jerry offers Adam a chair and they sit and have a conversation. He tells Adam how he got pozzed several years ago. That he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he decided to stop using them. The rest as they say was history. He asked about his partner and he says he infected Trevor too. He ask all sorts of questions and cant deny that while they talk Adams’ cock feels like its gonna shoot. It’s all too much. Jerry tells Adam that infecting Trevor didn't have any repercussions. That his boyfriend wanted it. Being young and sexually active, he figured it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so why not get it from someone he loved? He looks back and tell him that it made sense. After some time, Jerry comments to Adam that He seem very interested in raw sex and begins asking questions himself. "Well I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the net and chatting to Poz guys around the world." Adam says, noting a strange smile crossing Jerrys face. Jerry asks Adam what his reaction has been and he tells him that though it freaks him out He cant stop thinking about it and that his best orgasms are when he jacks off fantasies thinking about some guy fucking his hole raw and infecting his teenage body. Jerry simply smiles. “Fuck yeah it does, You may not admit it yet, but in a way, you already caught the ‘bug’” he says and squeezes Adams cock which to his shock, is Rock hard at the poz talk. He looks back at Jerry and he laughs because he’s bright red. “Don’t be embaressed about, it’s totally natural. I mean, how much more nature can you get with Raw Bareback fucking? It is the ultimate sex you see, theres no going back once you feel it. And don’t worry Adam, when your ready.. Im sure you make the “Right” choice about it getting AIDS. Adam considers telling him the reason for his visit today but decide to hold off, as he’s worried about how Jerry might react. Then after some more conversation, in which Jerry tells him about some of his hottest bareback encounters, Jerry tells him he must be anxious to see his Grandfather. Adam blushes for a moment and nods. And with that he leads Adam to the door of his Poz Grandfathers room. Its time to visit. "Grandpa?" Adam stood at the door knocking. He listens for a few minutes but doesn’t hear a reply. Twisting the handle of the door, He enters slowly and peers in. Empty. His Grandfather, Nathan, isn't here. Deciding to go in anyway, He makes himself comfortable on his bed and as He looks at the table nearby He see its littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. There are pictures of young guys being fucked raw by older men. Some of them are old enough to be as old as Nathan. He flicks through the pages and feels his cock bulging again and seeing the poppers decide to unscrew the lid of one and take several deep sniffs. "Oh fuck... " The sensation is overwhelming and as He feels his heartbeat quicken He feels the rush overcome his senses and He begins feeling the need for cock and start salivating while looking at the photos. It’s too much. He needs to beat his cock. He pulls off his shorts and sits there on his Grandpa’s bed jacking his teenage cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat! He spits on his fingers and works some saliva into his neg hole and starts jacking his cock more. It feels great and He longs to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking older man cock in his ass and throat. Being a whore for men. He got up on the bed and bent over to work a finger into his ass. Doing so, He accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and reach down to pick it up, he notices a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. His heart begins to pound as he realizes Nathan his Grandfather must have used it! Seeing as how Nathan isn't here He decides that He has the next best thing and quickly take another few hits from the poppers and greedily wrap his lips around the plastic dick and coats the vibrator with his tongue. Lapping the salty tasting juices off it and taking it down his throat and getting it nice and sticky with his teenage spit all he can think about is that his Grandpa’s Poz seed might be on it. He then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more he works it slowly into his neg hole. Feeling it push at his virgin ass and thrust inside his cherry. God it feels good. He thrusts the vibrator slowly inside and moans as he feels his ass twitching in response to the penetration and longs to feel a real cock in his ass. God He can’t believe he’s doing this. “Here I am on his Grandpa’s bed and fucking myself with his vibrator! And it might have Poz seed on it! I could already have the virus in me!” The thought seem to make him shudder and Adams’ ass slowly opens up and adjusts to the fucking of it back and forth He doesn't care about the risk. He needs this. He wants this. And as He thrusts the vibrator in harder He takes another few deep sniffs from the bottle of poppers and starts fucking himself harder and hard until it happens. He feels his balls tense and as He feels his ass suck in the vibrator a little bit more his balls draw up and his body spasms as He spray drenches the bed sheets with his teenage cum. Feeling his load spray out of his cock which is twitching badly and shooting load after load of teenage seed over the bedsheets. Drenching the bed in his healthy negative load. A neg load spraying over a Poz man's bed, it makes Adam shiver. After cleaning up a little and pulling his shorts back on, He decide to look around the room further and come across a photo album. Its filled with hundreds of photos. Some of his Grandfather when he was a boy of his age and even more surprisingly, of photos of his Grandpa having sex with guys of all ages. Adam flicks through and examines each photo carefully and beside some photos are a few captions. He note that many of the photos of his Grandpa having sex with young guys are marked "this one bred" "he didn't want it but soon changed his mind after giving him a glass of Christina." Adam finds himself realizing what he is looking at. This album is a virtual treasure trove of his grandfather’s exploits and after settling back on the bed He flicks through the pages and feel himself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one teenage boy being fucked He cant help but feel the need to beat off and think about how hot it is looking at pictures of his Grandpa fucking his Poz cock into the various boys. One suddenily catches his eye and he reads it: “Younger Virgin Asian kid, Making him my Poz bitch at Chinese New Years.” Man. Talk about a trip... and then it dawns on him... his Grandfather is a breeder!. The realization is enough to make Adam wanna shoot but He somehow hold off and keep looking at the photos while his dick leaks cum over his stomach. As He sits there looking at the photos He can’t believe what he is seeing and it feels like the room is crashing in. Adam wanting to be bred. Being at a hospice filled with men with AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuckrags and bottles of poppers in his Grandfathers room. And just where is he? Shouldn't he be here? He thought he was given that Jerry led Adam here but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then He see the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God boy its good to see you!" They hug and He feels a bit embarrassed that i'am still hard and hope he doesn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. II've missed you... " and with that he notices the open photo album on the bed and comments that He seem to have discovered some of his dirty secrets. "Yeah. I-I didn't mean to pry. Its just that once I-I started looking at them iI couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations boy. Its obvious you liked what you see judging from that nice cock of yours that you're packing there." Adam just stands there blushing and imagine the bright crimson shade he is turning. Adam’s Grandpa, Nathan, just laughs and hugs Adam again and pats his crotch. He invites Adam to sit on the bed. Nathan and He talk man to boy. Knowing that He already uncovered some of his 'secrets' it makes the conversation flow and is like a breaking of the ice between them. Adam comes to tell him of his reasons behind wanting to visit and Nathan expresses some surprise that he is thinking of converting. He isn't shocked that He wants to be bred. He understands that all too well. He knows what a fucking turn on it is to take Poz cum... And to give it. Adam asks him what it was like for him to shoot his Poz cum into all those boys He saw pictures of and he tells Adwas het was fantastic. Shooting Poz cum into a neg body. Knowing that once his cock was inside their ass raw that it would be up to him whether he fills their body with Poz seed. "It's the best fucking think in the world son. You can't describe it, you can only experience it. You don't even know how good it feels to get Raw Fucked yet. Well, When you do, getting fucked with a Raw AIDS Dick ends up being 10,000 times better. Sure some of them didn't want it. But that just made me want to give it to them all the more. Once you get that first injection, you'll be changed forever" Adam shivered at how, natural, his Grandfather makes it sound. "But how did you get it? I mean, How did you Convert? Nathan gives a hearty laugh and slaps Adam on the back "Back in my boy, we fucked morning noon and night, didn't mater who it was or how old. Your dick was for fucking and your ass was for getting fucked. I'll never know who gave it to me, only that it happened." Adam gives a weak laugh and He can't help admiring him in some ways. Infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happens. Just looking out for himself sounds like paradise. Nathan then looks at Adam affectionately and tells him how wholesome he looks ,and tells Adam it's been a long time since he saw such a hot healthy boy here in the hospice. "What's it like here Grand-dad? I mean, everyone is so sick and has AIDS, isn't it depressing?" Nathan just laughs again and stretches out, showing of slim but surprisingly powerful arms. “Boy, this is a place full of guys with AIDS, who are all fucking horny as hell and need to get off! What do you think it is like? We fuck each other constantly here! Swapping loads, recharging each other and pumping each other full of our Diseases every chance we get! And your not the first Grandson, or son, or Family that drops by here… We’ll have someone like you come by every so often.. Someone who feels the Calling of the Bug in them and comes here seeking to get it. Well fuck when that happens we usually have a fucking big Orgy as all the old Poz Daddies here, and Grand Daddies come out to welcome that kid into the fold!” Adam can feel himself getting hard all over again, he never imagined it would be anything like this and he tells Nathan that He has had fantasies of men fucking his neg ass raw for many years but it was only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the net that He was finally able to verbally express what He wanted. That when He saw the pictures and stories on the net it would make Adam sick but it would cause a dual reaction. He'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous but his’ cock would be bulging in his jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. That sometimes during class he'd have to excuse myself cause he'd be looking at his hairy teacher in maths and thinking about him creaming in his young hole. Fucking Adam up and dominating his body. That he’d walk around campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take their load, and he’d start jacking thinking about some older men with AIDS fucking their Poz cocks into Adams’ neg hole and changing his status. Pumping their seed deep into his body and converting Adam whether He wanted it or not… Nathan smiles lovingly and tells Adam that its hot that He have had those thoughts but asks for specific experiences and He looks back at him and blush and tell him that when it comes to actual encounters, he’s rather lacking in those and that beyond sucking a few and having them come on his face and chest that he doesn't really have anything to offer. Nathan just laughs and says that's nonsense. “Listen boy, your Young good looking and a Virgin for christs sake! You could get ANY stud here, fuck ANYwhere to stand in line for the chance to fuck that sweet negative hole of yours! But you need a guide boy, it’s a fucking dangerous place out there and you’ll want a Coach.” He says as Adam looks up, he clearly still seems freaked out and scared, btu gives a healf hearted chuckle. “You mean more dangerous than getting AIDS Pops?” Nathan says nothing for a while, than smiles. “You’ll find out it is so much more than what you think it is boy, and of course Adam. I'll help you boy! My Grandson/" And leers at Adam rather wickedly. "Okay its time for your training to begin Adam." Nathan looks back and he tells Adam to follow him out to the patio. "There's a few people I want you to meet." He’s led out to the back and finds a group of older men sunning themselves. Some are wearing stained jocks while others are fully nude. He notices one man smiling back at him. A huge older black man who looks to be in his 40's and He cant help but stare at his body and bulging 9 inch black snake hanging between his legs. Despite knowing this huge man must also have AIDS, his body look perfectly fit, big beefy muscles glisten everywhere. Following his gaze, Nathan whispers into Adam’s ear "that's Frank, he’s been here from the start and helps run the place, fit as an Ox and just as hung." Nathan says chuckling as he introduces Adam to others of the group. There are over a dozen men present, some have gone out for the day with Trevor and all are very friendly, often a bit overly so as he is occasionally felt up passing by the older members. And they are older; all but one is old enough to be his father or, grandfather. One guy however he sees is in his 20's. Turns out he was there just to get an HIV test, next to the younger hottie however is an older bear who has a gaunt wasted look to him. Once again Nathan watches him and leans over. “The big thin guy is Brock, he’s in here a lot with naive bottoms he fucked no doubt who got worried about the virus. Brock has a powerful strain. Got infected when he was 27 and after fucking around for a number of years, found he was getting sicker by the day and vowed to pass on his Bug to as many young holes as possible.” Adam’s Granddad whispered. Something about that made Adam’s hole twitch, He looks over the older guy and though wasting, he still has a hot rugged look about him, though the virus is obviously ravaging his face and body. He notices Adam and Nathan and soon heads over. “Hey Nathan this your grandkid your always talking about?” “Yeah this is the one, hear showing him the ‘Family Business’” Brock grinned and gave Nathan a lear. “Oh you think he is ready for that?” “Ask him yourself Brock” Nathan says, as he pushes his kid forward. Adam looks around, clearly embarrassed as Brock tells Adam that if He want it, he can help Adam out, and that it will help Adam get over being so nervous. "Um, thanks... but no thanks. I’m ok really” Adam says, afraid and aroused all at once, but he keeps chatting, a part of him curious to hear stories from Brock. As they chat, He notices Frank looking on appreciatively and see him sliding his fingers over his enormously long and thick uncut black cock, which has a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He winks at Adam and He quickly turn away embarrassed. Nathan looking on laughs and tells Adam to make myself comfortable. That he needs to go out for a while and will be back soon. “Just relax Grandson, relax and don’t worry, all my friends will take good care of you” He says, giving Frank a wink from behind Adam and wanders off. Adam feels a bit edgy with Nathan's departure but the men are all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them seem to be sizing Adam up pretty quickly and He see Frank sliding his hands up and down his ever-growing uncut black cock while looking over. He continues to look at Frank and cant help imagining the different ways to enjoy his cock. It’s just so big and fat, and the foreskin hanging over it is dripping precum. Adam was cut as a kid by his mom, and foreskin always turned him on. Looking at the shaft all he could think now was to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running his tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at the huge balls and letting him push Adam around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appeals to Adam enormously given that He have been limited to just a few encounters... and never an interracial encounter. And he knows Frank feels the same way. He can see it in his eyes. He'd loved to fuck his big cock into Adam and give Adam his Diseased DNA. Fuck, He bet he's Pozzed dozens of young holes in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big black cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts running through Adam’s head can't help but make the boy horny and He quickly excuse himself, asking where the toilet is. He needs some relief fast and needs to piss and beat off. Adam hurries to the toilet and shuts the door. Inside He notices some fuckrags on the floor and a bottle of poppers half empty. He takes a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoys the sensation. Of course He had read about them off the net but up to today He hadn't tried them. Its one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant He guesses. Guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body. Of course, He’d never let that happen to him he thinks quickly before inhaling another huge hit of the Poppers. He sits on the toilet stroking his cock and looking through the magazines and takes another hit from the little brown bottle. He doesn’t even think why there’s an open bottle in the toilet, all he can think about now was how horny he was and he wished his Grandpa was here right now. He could really use some of his cock. Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Adam doesn't say anything and continues beating off until he hears another knock. He tells whoever it is that the toilet is occupied and he’ll just be a few minutes. There is a laugh from outside and the door opens anyway. Standing in the doorway is Frank with his huge cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh I think you'll be in here for some time Adam" and with that he pushes himself inside the toilet. Adam stares back dumbly at Frank; he tells him that He was just sitting here minding his own business. Frank just laughs, “Oh really boy? So is that why Your dick is out and I can see you beating that boycock of yours off to those dirty fuckrags while getting loaded up on poppers?” He tells him as he slides a hand along Adam’s crotch. "Just figured that you could use some company." He tells him that he doesn’t think that's such a good idea and he gives Adam an ultimatum. "Tell me that while high on poppers boy!" He tells him that he doesn’t have to do anything but he says that if he doesn’t do what he says he will simply rape Adams’ ass and take what he will have anyway. Adam looks back at him and knows he means business, so He does what he says. He unscrew the lid of the brown bottle and take a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to" he takes three hits under each nostril and trying to remain steady on his feet look back at Frank but can't think of anything important to say. He just look at him and feel saliva forming on his lips and tongue and realize he’s beginning to drool. Frank just looks back at Adam and tells Adam to sit on the seat and get his face in there and feed. He obeyed. Everything seems to be moving so fast and slowly at the same time. That it's not really happening. That he’s not sitting here on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his Poz cock. Sucking it for all he’s worth. Running his tongue and lips over it and letting him fuck the end of it down his throat. God the sensation is overwhelming. Unlike before, he’s not imagining it anymore. He’s actually doing it – having sex with a Poz man! Frank continues fucking his cock in and out of Adam’s stretched mouth. The boys’ lips feel like they are cracking at the sides as He struggle to deep throat the fucker. It goes like this for some time till Frank says he is going to fuck all of his 9 inches down his throat and tells Adam to tell him when he’s ready. He’s psyched for the challenge but realizes he needs more help so unscrews the poppers again and takes several sniffs under each nostril and then looks up and him and he asks me "Ready boy?" He looks back at him and nod but he hits Adwas hen the face and grabs a fistful of his hair and tells Adam to tell him he’s fucking ready. Not to just fucking nod! "I-I’m ready... sir!" He grabs the cock and puts it into his mouth tells Adam to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to him. So He sits on the seat beating Adams’ cock while looking up at him and he tells Adam to just put his lips on the end of it and to tell him when he’s ready. He feels a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help Adam loosen up and put his lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "he’s ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at Adam and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy Adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through his lips and Adam struggles as it quickly fills his throat and He began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" he takes his advice and slowly feel his throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in his throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like He has been doing it all his life. The sensations are incredible. He greedily thrust his lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have his lips, tongue and the rest of his face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking his face. After what seems an eternity, Frank tells Admas he's ready and tells Adam to bend over. He doesn't object. He wants cock in his ass now. He feels Frank kneeling behind him and pressing his tongue into the boys quivering hole and greasing Adam up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over Adams’ neg hole and into his ass its too much and he feels like he’s gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells Adam to stop beating his cock and to just fuck Adams’ ass on his face and He does so. Fucking his neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into his body? Frank stands back up and tells Adam to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck the boys neg hole good and rough. And then it happens; He feels Frank pushing his Poz cock up into his ass and realizes that suddenly this isn’t fantasy any more. His mind races, wondering how he had convinced himself that this wouldn’t happen, and yet hear he is. Now becoming like just another one of the boys that that guy Zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and Adam feels his cock stiffen further as he feels his ass swallowing up the huge black pozcock , its diseased flesh thrusting ever upward, hungry to plant it’s toxic seed up in his receptive boyhole. Adam’s mind races and doesn't know what to think. Just a few days ago he was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here he is living his own story and being fucked by a Poz cock at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to Adam now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in Adams’ ass and giving his body to Frank and as He feels him wrap his huge arms around Adam and pull the boy backward, he hears him say to Adam that he's gonna Poz Adam up. And just then as He hear the words his mind at last seems to sober up and he start to struggle. He doesn't want this man's load. He want his Nathan's!!! He was the whole reason He came to the hospice in the first place. But now he’s a mess of confusion. God He doesn't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Does He care who Pozzes his neg hole? He just don't know... As He feels Frank thrusting his big black cock in, a cock full of AIDS cum, all he can think of is his Nathan, and can't help but wish it was his toxic pozcock now fucking his Neg hole. That was the whole reason behind his visit to the hospice – to get bred by his Grandpa. Still, as He feels Frank rutting away in his neg hole and filling it with his preecum and getting ready to seed, he can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. He’s no longer just jacking Adams’ cock thinking about some guy pummeling Adams’ neg hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than He could have imagined. Feeling Adams’ ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside his neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz Adwas hef he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that his health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for Adam and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill him! As if sensing his mind being corrupted, Frank begins to grunt. “Yeah boy that’s it… take that big raw dick of Death, going to fucking charge that hole. Going to Change you from a healthy little neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore.” "Oh fuck... " he feels Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against his prostate and his body is racked with pleasures, the likes He have never known. " “Yeah boy, you’re not my first, and you won’t be my last, I knew this day was coming, and now beg for it! Beg to be fucked to death!” Frank grunts as he rams in, hilting his dripping diseased dick into the young flesh. “Oh god... " Adam begins thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as He takes another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear Adams’ neg hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. He want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of Adams’ ass and tells him he's gonna charge Adams’ neg hole. Really fucking give it to him. That he’s just a pussyboy asking for it and with that He feels his cock get hotter in Adams’ ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure he was feeling, but he could have sworn that his cock felt hotter in his ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells Adam he is about to cum and then He feels like a loaded gun is going off inside his neg ass and he feels all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside his body. Drenching his insides and coating Adams’ ass walls with his diseased toxic fuck slop. "That’s it boy.. Fffffuck Yeeaahhh I’m in you now, fucking seed planted deep. Just relax, ain’t no backing out now." Frank says as he holds onto Adam and slams his cock back and forth. Much more cum sprays out of his piss-slit and splatters onto the receptive torn walls of Adams ass. The orgasm just seems to go on and on a never-ending eruption of AIDS cum, Adams’ neg hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside The whole time, Adam just stands there succumbing to the sheer mindless pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more, and then He thinks of his Grandpa Nathan. He had thought he would be the first man to fuck his ass with poz cock, but he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into Adams’ polluted ass and slowly slides his thick cock out with a wet slimy plop. “You just had your first injection of good strong demon poz seed boy. Your hooked now, I know it. Once the craving gets too strong, just come back and visit me again.” Frank says, though Adam doesn't reply. In fact, He feels like nothing is really registering. He realizes that he’s in shock; he then hears the door close behind Frank and knowing he is finally alone, crumples to the floor. Adam’s mind is on fire with fear and panic. He’s taken Poz cum in his ass. Been fucked. Raped. And didn't even ask for it. And yet, he didn't really put up much of a struggle did he… The poppers clouded his judgment and now he has a Poz load saturating his insides like all those boys online. But this is real. It's not some story. This is his life and its really happening. So He just sits there on the toilet for several minutes collecting his thoughts and then, standing up, notices the pain in his ass. Frank's cock was so big. Never in his wildest dreams did He think his first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now He has to deal with it.

The Blindfold - Part II I kept fucking the hell out of my boyfriend Will over the next few weeks. Every time we screwed around, I would strap the blindfold on him and then pound his ass hard with the 12” dong, always warmed up before putting it in. He would squirm and bounce on it with delight. I loved seeing the way that the big dong loosened up his hole in a way that my own 7” cock could never do. But, it hurt my feelings a bit that Will seemed only able to get off on the thought of someone else's monster cock filling his hole. At the office, I was assigned to partner with Jim on a big project culminating in a presentation in Miami. It went well and after a few weeks, we were on a plane to Florida. When we got to the hotel to check in, it turned out that there had been a booking mistake and we were going to have to share a room. We unpacked and I got the presentation ready while Jim took a shower. My jaw dropped when he came out of the bathroom, barely holding a hand towel around his waist. My eyes traveled down his furry muscled torso to his navel, around which was a biohazard tattoo. I knew enough to know what that meant. Jim saw me looking and smiled. He raised the towel up to dry off his hair revealing his HUGE dick. It must have been 10” soft, hanging pulled down by its own pendulous weight. Jim chuckled and said that if our presentation went well, he knew of a great way to celebrate. He shook his cock at me and laughed as he got dressed. I wished I had thought to snap a quick photo with my phone to send to Will! In short, the presentation did go well, and after a few congratulatory cocktails in the hotel bar, Jim convinced me to go with him to a male strip club. We watched the show, both sporting wood through our pants. He disappeared for a few minutes and I saw him slip the bouncer some cash. Jim came back to the table and told me to follow him. We went into a back room where one of the dancers was waiting, a smoking hot short guy in his mid-twenties with a buzz cut and a great body, wearing a jockstrap, boots, and socks. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my waist. I pushed him off gently saying that I had a boyfriend and was only here to watch. Jim pulled the dancer to him and had him sit down in his lap. The dancer ground his ass against Jim's crotch and reached around to unzip Jim's pants. His mega-cock sprung out glistening with precum. With Jim's shirt still on, the dancer hadn't seen his biohaz tat or surely would have not let that drooling dick so close to his bare hole. When the boy ran his hands up and down Jim's rod, he squealed with delight and raised up, teasing the head of his dick against his hole. Jim placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and pushed him down until he entered him. The boy moaned as he lowered himself on Jim's bare cock. I freed my own dick and fisted myself for a minute before shooting my load in my hand as Jim unloaded in the boy's ass. The boy lifted himself up and off Jim's dick. It must have taken him five seconds to free himself of that massive tool. He kissed Jim hard on the mouth saying, “Thank you!” We got a cab back to the hotel. When we were back in our room, Jim asked me if I liked watching. I told him it totally turned me on. He asked if I wanted to watch him fuck Will. I had to admit that the thought of watching my boyfriend take his POZ cock would be so forbidden but so hot, but that Will would never go for it. He said he might surprise us both, and besides, he would wear a condom if I wanted. It must have been the cocktails, but I said maybe we could work something out and fell asleep shortly after. I woke up in the middle of the night and jerked off in the bathroom thinking about how hot that really would be. To be continued...

Tonight I traveled to the tops' apartments - Got fucked by 5 guys in about 3 hours and got 4 loads... By the last two fucks there was a puddle of cum under where we fucked I had so much in my ass...