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If you came across this story in the hope of finding paragraphs after paragraphs of fluttery images on intimate sex, a married couple or a happily ever after, then I am sorry to say that you have clicked on the wrong link. In which case, I would highly recommend that you quickly close this browser, open a fresh one in Google and type in "happily ever after gay stories" where you could blissfully indulge yourself in the hundreds of feel good story written by talented writers across the world. If, in the unfortunate case that you decided to not heed my warning, I can assure you that what you are about to read in the proceeding paragraphs are so disturbing in nature that you may find it in your best interest to think twice before fucking another stranger and stay far away from from the city of New York as possible like I did. And even though I am sitting here writing down the accounts of the research that I have conducted on the treacherous Fernando and has malicious scheme to breed other men, I still shiver on my seat as I turn around to see that the lock I have installed yesterday is still safely in place on my study door to keep men like him out where he could not touch me, again. Fernando is best described as a man who lives a dangerous life of stealth gift-giving. The phrase "stealth gift-giving" means to "fuck a guy senseless and pass on an untreatable mutated strain of HIV without them knowing, killing them in the most horrific way possible" and has nothing to do with our old Santa Claws friend who secretly hides gifts for children under the Christmas tree. It does help in his conquest to lure in men into their own demise by hitting the gym everyday of the week and has a body to die for - which you probably would if you get to met Fernando - and dark blue eyes as rich and deep as the fiercest thunderstorms in the Pacific Ocean. It was early in the morning when Fernando started chatting with a new guy whose profile just popped up on his Grindr grid. "Sup?" Fernando typed and waited for a reply. "Hey," replied the man on the other side. "How are you?" "I'm good mate. What is your name?" Fernando asked. A smile spread across his face as it always does when he knew that sex was on his way. "It's Jonas," Jonas replied. The conversation went back and forth until Fernando causally popped in the question, "Look, I am all alone in my apartment at the moment." He reached down into his sweatpants and began rubbing his dick which instantly became twitching and growing in size. "Do you want to come over for coffee?" The phrase, "coming over for coffee", I am sure as you may be aware, doesn't necessary implies that coffee would be served when you come over. Instead, there are most likely some other strings attached such as coffee and then helping to clean the house or coffee and then go out for some ice cream. Unfortunately for Jonas, Fernando's house is always clean and tidy and he is lactose intolerant. In fact, Fernando doesn't even have a coffee machine at home so when he said "coming over for coffee", what he really meant was "do you want to come over for some hot pump and dump?". And the only strings that was attached was a hook, line and sinker, which I am sad to say that Jonas fell for. The doorbell rang sharply fifteen minutes later and it echoed throughout the apartment. Fernando opened the door to see a shy young man standing outside with tight blue jeans that showed off his bulge nicely and a loose fitted sweater which covered, much to Fernando's disappointment, Jonas's muscular physique which he examined countless times before he came over on his profile page. "Hello," said Jonas softly. Fernando could tell that he was a bit nervous and pulled him straight into his lair. He locked the door quickly behind him and they both started making out immediately. They made their way into the bedroom and without a word, Fernando gently undressed Jonas and pushed Jonas's head down between his legs. Fernando reached down at his own jean and unzipped his pants to reveal a 7-inch juicy hard cock; his precum glistening in the morning light as it entered thought the window. Fernando laid down on his back and grabbed Jonas's head between his own two strong hands and skull fucked him, pushing his hips upwards to match Jonas's sucking rhyme. From the muffling sounds that Jonas was making, one could clearly tell that he was enjoying it. Fernando then yanked Jonas's slim body onto his and started making out while trying to reposition him so that his spit covered cock was aiming at Jonas' plucker. Just as the head was about to enter, Jonas grabbed Fernando's cock and pulled it aside. "Do you have a rubber?" Jonas asked, much to Fernando's dissapointment. The term "rubber'' here refers to a "life saving device that separated Jonas from Fernando infecting him with an incurable disease" and not an eraser you find in your pencil case, although I always wish he was referring to the latter one so I could use it to somehow erase all traces of my distance memory living with Fernando when we were together. "Yeah, I have one in my small wooden drawer," Fernando replied as he went and grabbed one of his tampered condoms in his small wooden drawer. He ripped the packaging quickly as to hide the various pinhole he had made earlier to the package and rolled it on slowly over his dick to assure Jonas that there was nothing to worry about. It is usually dangerous to safety assume anything even if you are sure that something is true. For instance, you could be driving the same road to work and safety assume that the road conditions will be the same everyday. Then one day as you turn the corner, someone - probably during the night while everything was asleep - had coated the road with a slick layer of oil and now your car is spinning wildly out of control, all because you assume that it was going to be the same road condition as yesterday. You could therefore see how assuming can actually be dangerous and, in some cases, even kill you. "I can safely assume that you have put on a condom," Jonas said as he slowly sat on Fernando's dick and swallowed it up inch by inch, "and that it is not dangerous if we fuck." An evil smile spread across Fernando's face. "And you could safety assume that the condom will be in place during the entire fuck session," Fernando said, knowing very well that assumptions are dangerous and it could kill you. Jonas wasn't listening as Fernando began to push his hips up and pushed his cock deeper and deeper into Jonas's arse until it was balls deep. Jonas rolled his eyes back and began to ride the cock, occasionally slipping out words such as "fuck" and "ooohh" and phrases such as "fuck me harder" from time to time. I am sorry to say that during the fucking and the assumption that Jonas had made that he did not hear the condom popping while it was inside of him, only a different feeling of euphoria as the head of Fernado's cock made contact with the soft lining of Jonas's arse. I am also sorry to say that Jonas did not feel the head of Fernando's cock swelling up as he fucked Jonas from behind as he laid there on his stomach and I am especially sorry to say that Jonas did not fell the silent eruption of Fernando's cock and the huge load that was stealthily injected deep within his guts as Fernando fucked him brutally against the bedroom wall. Fernando pushed his cock as deep as he could to ensure that the load remains within Jonas where his babies could get to work converting him to one of his own kind. As both men recovered from the fucking session, Fernando expertly rolled off the condom with his hands and covered the tip of the condom - which was empty of course - with his palm to hide the fact that it had ripped during the fuck and quickly disposed of it, only letting Jonas see a small part of it to remind him that his assumption of using a condom was perfectly safe. Fernando gave Jonas his clothes and gestured him the way out without saying a word. He had succeeded once more in passing his genes and there would be many more men who will fall prey to his traps in the many years to follow. It would have been several weeks later until I will have met Jonas at a friend's birthday party where he would share his intimate stories of the sex he had with Fernando. He never knew that he had been stealth that night if he didn't wake up in the middle of the night with cum leaking between his legs, which he thought was so hot that he used it to jerk with all night long. He later confronted Fernando who admitted that the condom had indeed broke but fearing for Jonas's reaction, he decided to keep it a secret. "You already have my cum inside you once before," Fernando said, "and I know you enjoyed it. Why don't you close your eyes and ride on this cock again?" "I don't think that is a good idea," Jonas protested. "I don't do this often," Fernando lied. "Beside, I just got tested and I am safe" which was the biggest lie of them all. It seemed to do the trick though as in a matter of moments, Jonas was on top of Fernando's juicy cock once again, all bare this time. Fernando managed to pumped out two loads into Jonas's gut that day and what seemed like a few hours of pleasure later would turn into a lifetime of regrets.

Finally the moment I've been waiting for, the day I was to be initiated into the poz brotherhood had arrived. My initiator was tall and skinny black man with the wasted look and a magnificent ten inch cock. Staring deep into my eyes he commanded "Get on your hands and knees. You're getting my AIDS babies." I assumed the doggie position and his lightly lubed cock pressed up against my anus, initially causing me extreme pain, but once he was balls-deep, the pain quickly switched to extreme pleasure, particularly when his thrusts vigorously stimulated my prostate with his over-sized cock head. Man, I was in ecstasy having his bbc up my white ass, so I found myself moaning and begging him for more, which only made him fuck me ever harder. I was utterly proud of myself as I felt I had reached my goal of being the cumslut I had long dreamed of being. When he precipitously asked "Do you want my AIDS babies?" my reply was spot on: "Give 'em to me." Silence reigned for several minutes as he fucked away, and the silence was broken only when he announced "I'm ready to cum," adding "Do you still want my AIDS babies?" "Uhhh uh uh more, more, more," was all I could manage as he blew his thick load of poz cum deep inside my ass. As he collapsed on my back, his breath ragged and sweat pooling on my body, he casually commented "I can virtually guarantee you will convert, if only 'cause my viral load is 4,000,000. I knew then that I was on my way to full blown AIDS.

1989 I'm dumb. I'm so, so dumb. It was a few days away from Christmas and the weather was terrible -- and yet I decided to drive out into the country for a coworker's holiday gathering. The TV had warned there'd be blizzard conditions and black ice on the highways. What the hell is "black ice" anyway? I'd never seen it or slid in it. I seemed like a fake weather thing they used to fill air time. I'd never seen "updrafts" or "heat lightning" either. The little party was nice even though over half those invited didn't attend due to the dire weather forecast. I ate well and had many rum and Cokes. Probably one or two too many. The hostess tried to convince me to just spend the night on her couch, but I really wanted to be at home. So I ventured out. The dirt road leading away from her place had started to drift closed a little, but it was nothing my car couldn't handle. The little two-lane highway heading back wasn't drifting at all, and I could almost go normal speed. I was still in a very rural area and it would be another fifteen minutes before I'd glimpse the lights of the city. No problem. I saw the sign for a narrow bridge up ahead and tapped the brakes a bit. Mistake. I was suddenly sliding and almost went into a full 360 degree spin. I ended up going backwards into a ditch with my headlights shining up into the snowy night sky. I felt pain. Did I not buckle my seat belt? No. I had not. My neck and tailbone ached right away and I could feel slight pain spreading across my forehead. At least the car was still running, with the heater going. I wouldn't freeze to death or anything. Maybe I could just close my eyes for a few minutes and see if I felt better pretty soon. I dreamed for a few seconds. A stranger was handing me a huge wrapped gift and wanted to watch me open it in front of him. I ripped into the paper and --- "HEY!" I was awake and a guy was standing over me. I was outside and lying on the snow. How? After coming to completely, the pain in my back and head came vividly back to life as well. "I'm hurt", I said to the large shadow over me. "No shit!", he said. "You're fucking lucky to be alive". "Help me", I pleaded. I didn't think I could move or walk without jabs of pain shooting through me. I guess maybe this man knew that because he picked me and gently slung me over his shoulder. I was pretty high off the ground which meant he was pretty tall. The jolts of stabbing pain were pretty bad, and I my let ice-cold tears drip onto his down coat. And then I was propped up on the front seat of his truck. I'd never realized how painful it could be to just sit upright. And then I was sleeping again. I woke up, flat on my back in a nice comfortable bed. "I think you've got a concussion so I probably need to keep you awake for a while". "Can you call an ambulance?' "I tried. The phones are out. The weather's even worse now. Open your eyes and look at me". I did. His face came into focus after a few seconds. He was a big beast of a man with jet black hair and a full, bushy beard. Mountain Man. He studied my eyes and concluded I was probably OK. "But just to be safe, keep those eyes open and talk to me". "My name is Ross. What's yours'?" "I'm Ed. You live around here?" "No. I live in downtown in a little apartment". We went back and forth until he was fairly satisfied I wouldn't slip into a coma or anything. He told me about growing up in Boston before his stepdad kicked him out and he moved to L.as Vegas and then to L.A. where he was in some movies. He was doing pretty well until he got sick and moved here to the middle of Kansas to live on the farm his grandfather left him when he'd died. He raised a few cattle, but it was hard because all the meds were kicking his ass. Meds? For what? He kept talking and I kept listening until sleep finally grabbed me. I maybe woke up two times that night and was aware that he was lying next to me....nude. My clothes were gone too. The next morning, I was made instantly aware of he soreness in my body. Ed was gone, but he came soon enough with a glass of ice water -- which I desperately wanted. With some painful effort, I sat up and took a few greedy gulps. I knew I'd have to pee soon, and God only knew how I'd manage that. I had so much pain. "Do you have any Tylenol or anything like that?" "Oh I got something way better. Hold on." He returned a minute later with a white tablet in his sausage-like fingers. "Swallow this." I did. "You don't have any broken bones, by the way. I checked you all over last night. You might have some fractures, though." "Oh shit...my car." "I'm fixing to go tow it out while you sleep. The phones ought to be up by the time I get back". Once I realized I wasn't in pain anymore, I celebrated by giving in to the sleep that was creeping up on me again. I woke up twice. Once to find myself in his bathroom, leaning against him, aiming pee into his toilet. I didn't really register that he kept holding my dick after I was finished or how he was massaging my balls. The second time I felt the soft, spongy head of his penis sliding across my lips. He was very casual about it. "Your car isn't banged up too bad, but the battery is dead. I'll charge it for you. Go back to sleep". I closed my eyes again and yet he was still rubbing the hardening dick across my face and neck. I even felt a little stickiness ooze out. I slept yet again, but not as deeply. I was almost completely aware of Ed sliding a second pill between my lips. And he talked some more. I half-listened in my partial slumber. He talked about how lonely he'd been and how he hadn't had any sex since getting AIDS three years ago. And then he gently hugged me. "Did that hurt?" "No. I don't have pain now, man." "Good. I need to do this". I didn't know what he meant, but then he knelt down between my naked legs and let his hard cock poke me in the balls. And then he prodded it against my unguarded asshole. I knew this was some gay sex about to happen, and I knew it hurt the bottom guy a lot. But then he moved his big dick in and it pinched, but didn't really hurt that bad. I guess everything down there was numb thanks to the pain pill. He was gentle, but fast. He thrust in and out until he stopped suddenly and released his load inside me. Later in the day, I was able to get dressed with just some stiffness here and there. The weather had cleared and I could finally go home in my somewhat dented car. Ed and I said our goodbyes with a promise that we'd meet up again. Which we did. Several more times. My physical injuries were minor, but my blood was now injured irreparably.

PART 13 The black man had just finished packing his bag when there was a knock at the door. He opened it greeting someone. The door closed, and I got to see my new trainer sent from Cy. He stood about my height and maybe weighed 165 pounds. He had blue eyes and brown hair. He was clean shaven and no hair on his chest. He set his bag down opening it and removing items laying them on the bed where I couldn’t see them. He came over to my head leaning down whispering in my ear that he had been sent by Cy. He told me that Cy was positive that I would not object to his work. He said that Cy gave him his word that I would not make any sound or object to anything that he did to me. He asked if Cy was correct? I studied the face of the man in front of me. Cy knew I was here. I trusted Cy. Cy wouldn’t let just any man do anything to harm me. He knew this man and trusted him. I looked up into his face and told him Cy was correct. I did not object to his work whatever it was and would not make any sound. He patted me on my chest. His first trip to his bag and back to me resulted in clamps being put on my nipples. I yelped a little at the shock of the first and broke out in a sweat as I shook my head left to right. The second clamp was eased onto my second nipple. I was still panting heavily but that abated in time. The second trip back ended with him grabbing my balls and pulling them down away from my body. He slipped something around them, and I heard snaps being clicked. I watched as he attached two weights to whatever it was. He carefully lifted the weights over each side of the sling allowing each to play out the full length of the cord holding them. My balls jerked upward and strained causing a tingling sensation. I looked at him, nodded, and smiled. He reminded me that he was here at Cy’s request and that I had agreed to no noise. Cy’s reputation hung in the balance of my reaction to my training. I nodded my head again wondering still why it was that Cy wanted me to do all this. I would have been quite content to have just him to fuck me. It would have been so much better as I wouldn’t have to worry about other men and what I might get unwanted from them. But, it was Cy who wanted me to do this. Once more I looked at the man in charge, smiled, and shook my head in consent as I steeled myself for whatever might be coming. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! My body stiffened with each strike of the paddle on my ass. I was as tense as I possibly could get and my ass was on fire. I felt a great struggle as the man attempted to stuff a dildo in my ass. It took some time to relax and when I did I whimpered loudly as a long dildo was rammed deep inside me without the benefit of any lube. Tears were running down my cheeks by this time. I thought of Cy and remembered my promise to him to always do whatever he wanted me to do. This was what Cy wanted me to do: I was resolved to finish this training. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! With each smack of the paddle, the dildo was driven hard into my ass. I twisted and turned in the sling as best I could but to no avail since I was strapped in. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Tears rolled down my cheeks now abundantly. I began to doubt I could do this as I began a high-pitched whine of pain acknowledgement. A hand rubbed over my cheeks. I jerked at the touch. I felt a hand fumbling around with the dildo which was yanked out of my ass unceremoniously. I tensed again stiffly as a deep guttural howl eventually died in my throat. I collapsed on the sling in great pain. As I lay recuperating and gasping for air, once more the dildo was plunged full length into my ass. There was the same pain as before but my body only half jerked in resistance. Again, the dildo was yanked out of my ass causing me to barely stir. For the next several minutes, my teacher repeated the process of shoving in my ass the dildo and yanking it back out once more. I was aware of the violence and as more of it was foisted on my body I focused my brain on Cy. My brain began a mantra: anything for Cy. I repeated it over and over and over and over. Then, it all stopped. I heard what had to be the dildo hitting the bed. I felt the device around my balls with the weights removed as well as the clamps on my nipples. Sharp pain emanated from my balls and especially from my nipples. I sighed deeply with each removal as my body trembled at the release and relief. I lay in the sling in quiet reflection for several minutes as I heard the man packing his bag. Then, in a swift entry, I felt his hard cock bury itself deep inside me stretching my ass wider than it had ever been. I looked up to see his grinning face with his wide eyes looking at me as he grabbed my hips and began fucking me wildly. I looked at him and began growling for him to fuck me. He began a maddening pace of in and out of my aching sore ass. The chains rattled wildly as I now screamed for him to fuck me which he did. But, all too soon he began to growl loudly and slammed inside me deeply unleashing his torrent of ball juices. No doubt millions and millions of sperm now flowed freely from deep within his body to deep into the shadowy recesses of my own body. PART 14 After my ass beater left me and leaving the door open, I found my heart pounding in my chest from the force of the paddling and his fucking me. I closed my eyes and reflected on what all had happened to me since my parents had left me alone in Chicago. My thoughts always went back to Cy and what he had talked me into doing. No, that’s not fair. Cy didn’t talk me into anything. I willingly agreed to do everything; I had told Cy as much. I just didn’t know it was going to include all of what had been occurring tonight. I was conflicted big time, but I also knew I wanted to do everything Cy asked of me. I mean I was okay with Cy fucking me without a condom; well, sort of okay with it. I knew I could trust him. He had that hypnotic look that I just had to agree to do whatever he wanted. I was sure that he really cared about me. But, these two men who had just spent time training me for . . . well, I wasn’t sure what. But, Cy had said they were okay, so, they were okay. Period. About that time in my rehash of events, the door pushed open and in walked a guy I had to look at real close. I finally realised he was a Latino. He stood about 5 foot 4 inches, brown eyes, black hair, clean shaven with a slight stubble on further notice, and no hair on his torso. He introduced himself as Jo Jo and had been sent by Cy to do some training. I told him I was Jason. Jo Jo told me to relax that he would not hurt me. He closed the door. It dawned on me that Jo Jo had introduced himself whereas the first two men had not. I wondered if I should be concerned. I had not noticed that Jo Jo had brought a stool with him until I heard it being settled on the floor. Jo Jo sat on it. I heard something being opened. A thick blob of something was pushed onto my ass hole. It was cool. I felt Jo Jo pushing the blob into my ass which still smarted from the paddling I had received. He tried several different ways to get the stuff in my ass. I realized that it must be some sort of lube as it felt greasy. Jo Jo began working his fingers in my ass which hurt still. He was very good at getting this lube in my ass. I did finally lay back and began to relax as what he was doing felt sort of good. Jo Jo began fingering my ass hole. He told me that it looked and felt like I had been fucked a lot. I told him that in reality I had begun being fucked just yesterday. He stopped fingering my hole and told me he was surprised. I finally began to tell him about the trainer who had worked on me just before him. I told him everything including the dildo shoved in my ass and being paddled with it in me. Jo Jo never commented but began fingering me once more but kept adding more fingers as he plied away on my ass. In no time, I felt a strong force trying to enter my ass. I tensed and began to groan. Jo Jo told me just to relax; he wasn’t going to hurt me; Cy had told him not to hurt me. I suppose to make me compliant he told me to think of the training as if Cy were doing it himself. He—Jo Jo—was just a proxy since Cy was working. I thought about that and resolved to focus on Cy. Jo Jo continued to calmly talk with me encouraging me to work with him so that Cy would be very pleased with his progress. He was very upbeat as he worked on my ass non-stop. It rattled my brain a bit when I finally realized that it was Jo Jo’s fingers that he was trying to push into my ass. In a final determination, I screamed at my brain to accept what Jo Jo was doing to my ass and to let his hand slide inside me. Like magic on the third attempt after my chastising my brain, I felt a shockwave of pain course through my body as my ass hole opened up and I felt Jo Jo’s small hand slide inside me. My throat caught a guttural howl as my sphincter clamped down on the wrist now holding still while in my ass. Jo Jo sharply told me to breathe through my mouth and pant like a dog. I complied. Time passed as usual as the pain which I had never felt before ravaged my body causing me to shake violently as I lay restrained in the sling. I believed I was going to die. Multiple minutes passed until exhaustion set in on my body and brain. The sound of the rattling chains grew less as the pain in my ass soothed itself. Jo Jo sat quietly and patiently until my acceptance of his hand in my ass. Jo Jo knew when he could begin the real training and did so. Though there was pain it was not as bad as I had made it out to be. It was more of the surprise if not astonishment that such a feat could be done than real pain. Sweat poured off my body as Jo Jo encouraged me telling me how Cy would be so positively pleased at my accomplishment. Jo Jo slowly pushed his hand further into my body until he reached his mid forearm telling me where he was. I then felt him withdrawing his arm until his wrist was once more at my opening. We rested for a bit and then Jo Jo began once more to enter my body pushing his hand further and further. A dozen times he slowly pushed his arm into me, and a dozen times he slowly pulled his arm out of me. I felt him gently turning and twisting arm until the thickness of his palm popped out of my sphincter followed by his fingers. I was tired and drenched in sweat by happy that I would so positively please Cy. I looked up to see Jo Jo wiping his hand and arm with a towel. He then used the towel to wipe my ass. He patted my inner thigh as he inserted something which pricked me as it entered. No doubt this device was what Cy had used on me. After withdrawing it from my ass, Jo Jo stood on the stool and inserted his cock where he fucked me several minutes and finally with no sound at all slammed his cock deep inside me and began shooting his load of cum. I looked deeply into Jo Jo’s shining dark brown eyes nodded and smiled at him. As he was pulling his softening cock from my ass, there was a knock on the door.

PART 11 We lay for a bit more before Cy very, very slowly began pulling his cock out of my ass. When free, Cy lay beside me as I stayed on my stomach but turned my head to face him. We looked at each other. I was the luckiest 19 year old that ever lived. In less than a day of moving into my new studio, I had met a hot hunk of a man who was so totally honest with me, and I was convinced that he genuinely really liked and cared for me. I suddenly remembered myself and in a flash rushed down to Cy’s cock and bathed it clean before returning to lie on my stomach. “I have to go, babe. I need to stop by my place to take care of a couple of things before going to work tonight. I’m on tonight from 9:00 until 5:00. You will be coming back, I hope,” Cy said. “If you’re working, what’s the point of my being there? I don’t want to be possessive but you’ve spoiled me,” I chuckled lightly giving Cy a longing look I had not intended. “Oh, well, when you’re the manager, perks come with the job,” he grinned his toothy white smile at me as his eyes twinkled. “Besides, you need to experiment with other men. Not just any man though. Just special men like me who are positive about life. Special men who can teach you things about taking control of your life and turning it into a positive one where you can charge out into the world and change men in it.” Our eyes met, and I felt as if I were being hypnotized. “Of course, babe, you are so very special to me; you know I would never abandon you,” Cy whispered dreamily. “But, you should be willing to learn from other men I know who have their own special . . . talent . . . to teach you. Would you want to do that, babe? Would you want to do that for me, Jason? You know I wouldn’t suggest it unless it really meant a lot to me.” Cy said the last so very slow as he lowered his head averting his eyes from me. Again, I felt drugged and horrid for almost outright defying the man who had spent so much time teaching me and taking me under his wing for protection and safety. I was so crestfallen with myself at my selfishness. “Cy, you know I will be there if you want me there. I always want to do what you want me to do. No, I will do whatever you tell me. You mean so much to me and have been so good to me I will never be able to repay you,” I said eagerly needing his approval. That narcotic loaded smile beamed at me as Cy raised his head. He reached over and kissed me so tenderly and long using his hands to pull our two bodies together in an embrace of passion. My brain now screamed at me to slow down, but my emotions brushed them aside like trash. I would do whatever Cy told me to do. I reminded myself not to question him. He was safe. Cy slowly pulled away, looked deeply into my eyes, and then began to get off the bed. I followed. He stretched and headed to the bath room stopping. He turned back grinning like a Cheshire cat. I looked at him and saw a god. I was missing him already and yet he still stood here in my apartment in all his naked glory. Da Vinci should have been around to make a life-size statue of him. My head swooned. Cy continued to stand there until at long last my stupid brain awoke me to what was expected of me. I almost ran to him. I looked up at him and said nothing. I knelt obediently lifting his life-giving disbursement tube to my mouth where I stuffed it in gently closing my lips all around to seal my mouth. My hand helped to keep me steady. I turned my eyes upward and waited. Cy looked down smiling. I could see all the way to Olympus; Zeus had been replaced. There was a new main god in charge. A warm trickle of water found its way into my mouth and continued until I got my rhythm going of how to fill my mouth and swallow. I never took my eyes from Cy’s. My learning was quick and Cy began to let his flow increase. My game was upped to meet his pace. I felt overwhelmed a couple of times but kept at my duty until finally there was no more. I worshipped and cleaned Cy’s cock gently removing it easing it down until it was peacefully resting in front of his two regal orbs of manly authority. Cy pulled me up and kissed me sweetly. He then pushed me toward the bath room spanking my ass telling me to go and piss. I dutifully complied. When I returned, he was dressed and waiting by the door. “Jason, babe, are you sure you want other men to teach you things that I don’t have the ability to do,” Cy asked. “Cy, I will do whatever you tell me. I will not question you or your motives. You know how I feel about you. You’ve changed me in a major way already. I mean what I say; I won’t question or doubt you in anything you tell me to do.” He looked at me briefly and issued his orders, “Then, bathe and clean yourself extra deep. Be back at 9:30 sharp. I’ll have everything set for you. Bring your ID and apartment key. You won’t need anything else. I’ll have everything for you. Wear what you did last night and nothing more. Do you understand?” “Yes,” I said. He looked at me and smiled, kissed me squeezing my ass at the same time, and left. PART 12 I arrived precisely at 9:15. Cy looked up as he finished with a customer and waved me around the line causing some grumbling. He took my ID and key putting them in his pocket. He had a room key, 2 towels, a padlock with a key, and told me to follow him. We quickly got to room 11 and entered. Cy hugged me closely and kissed me deeply. “How’s my babe,” he asked beaming at me. “I’m doing just great, now,” I responded. “ I, uh, missed you today.” “Good. I’ve got things set for you for tonight. Remember your promise not to question what I set in motion for you. Strip and give me your clothes; keep your jock. I’ll put everything in your locker. You can do whatever you want until 10; you must be back here in this room at 10 with the door open because your first trainer tonight will be here then,” he said. I hesitated but then quickly stripped. Cy gave me a small bottle of lube and the room key, kissed me again, and was gone. I stood there wondering what was happening; then, I opened the door and walked out. I walked the floors and found two different men whom I sucked and swallowed their loads before returning to my room. I arrived about three minutes before my first trainer. He walked to the door filling it with his body. He was 6 feet, probably 180 pounds, hairy arms and legs, short hair on his head that fed down onto his face, chiselled body of muscles, and the most notable seen fact was he was a black man. He told me he was sent by Cy to train me in his specialty. He pointed to the sling; I presumed I was to get in it and did so with some difficulty since I had never been in such a contraption. While I struggled with my assignment, he closed the door and made sure the sliding window panel was closed. He set a small bag on the bed behind him, checked my position adjusting it, then, he strapped my wrists and ankles securely. I was excited, afraid, and every emotion in between. I did not question him but merely obeyed as that is what Cy wanted me to do. He turned back to the bag removing a modified respirator mask. He held it up for me to see and walked to my head placing it on me. He adjusted the straps so that it fit tight around my face. I had a clear view of everything because of the huge face piece lens. The guy took out a bottle and cotton; unscrewed the end on the tube to the mask; dipped cotton in the bottle; stuffed cotton in the tube; capped it. He laid the tube on my chest turning a valve. I smelled something and kept breathing; soon I was dizzy. I watched him turn a knob and felt fresh air. He alternated doing this as I got used to the smell. I kept getting higher and real woozy. Then, without warning, I felt a sharp jolt of pain as my ass collided with something. I looked down and found he had just rammed his cock deep in my ass. He smiled at me with such an evil grin. He knew something that I didn’t know. I tried to think of what it could be but the aroma kept my thoughts from forming. Then, the earthquake struck and everything began to shake. I looked around as my head reeled from the aroma that kept being fed to me. I would about pass out and then just before I did I could breathe fresh air once more. All the while the tremors of the earthquake rattled everything in the room. In reality, my trainer was fucking me with his 9 inch black cock and making sure he buried it deep inside me. He kept fucking even when he saw the telltale signs of blood on his cock from where he had used the brush Cy had given him to use. I began to lay my head back totally unconcerned and smiled at how I was feeling both my head and my ass. I wasn’t filled like I was with Cy but this man was shredding any possible last vestiges of my virginity. I realized this was what Cy wanted for me to learn and experience. How I longed for him but pushed him out of my mind and focused on this black man who was tearing me up. I began to encourage him through my fog. I yelled for him to fuck me harder and deeper. I tried to push my ass back onto his cock with very little success. My air and odor concentration continued to alternate keeping me messed up. I loved it. Still, I screamed for him to fuck me more. Peace. Tranquillity. Stillness. Serenity. I was jolted back to reality by the sudden and rapid cessation of my earthquake. I struggled but finally focused on the man who was fucking me. He stood between my legs in sheer rapture as his cock delivered his nut butter deep inside me. I watched him as no doubt millions and millions of his wriggling sperm gushed out of his piss slit and into my body. My brain seized on the thought and flooded me with endorphins. I felt my cock rising up; I looked down at it. From the deepest of my depths, there came a gush of my own seed that flew up and out of my cock spraying like Ol’ Faithful in Yellowstone. I screamed as my geyser continued to coat the room causing the cock in my ass to begin a second flooding because of my flexing sphincter. When it all was finally over, the two of us looked as if we had just exited the steam room and were totally exhausted.

Disclaimer: This is my first time writing a story. I apologize if it's not up to parr with some of the other stories in advance! Since the time Zeke had turned eighteen, he had been captivated by rough, primal breeding. He loved watching a thick, muscled daddy shoved deep in a twink's ass and watching as the tops scrotum twitched as it filled the bottom boy's cunt. He would picture himself in the bottom's shoes, completely subservient to any real man with whom he came into contact. He had dreamed of becoming someone's boy, which was consistent with his build: he stood at about five foot eight, his waist was slender, his thighs were thick, and his complexion very fair and youthful. He had been scrolling on the internet, looking for a certain video that had always made his cunt twitch. "I must've went to far," he said with a sigh. Suddenly, his phone beeped and he looked down, seeing he had an email with an attachment. He shrugged it off and logged into his email on his desktop. Normally, he would delete the email, but this one seemed strange. It had no recipient. His curiosity got the better of him, so he clicked the attachment. His computer screen lit up, flashing a bunch of lights and causing a screeching noise. "Fuck," he said as he tried to click out, believing he had just killed his computer with some sort of virus. He tried to turn the monitor off, but before something caught his eye. The white screen shut off and pictures began to show on the screen. Men breeding other men. Holes stretched. Faces mixed with pain and pleasure. Holes leaking pink tinged semen. His eyes widened at the scenes that plastered on his screen. The last picture was of a red hand, under it it said "We are coming." After the last picture, his computer completely shut down. When Zeke was finally able to turn it back on, the email was gone. He even checked his email from his cellphone. It was as if he'd never gotten anything at all.

The genie is out of the fucking bottle! https://biobears.tumblr.com/post/144601458555/rawfetishpigg-charged-loads-a-video-about Hopefully next step is porn with men chasing AIDS and worshipping disease... The sooner the better

I can't remember a worse night than than the night when Hillary lost to that asshole who's in office now. I was already depressed about a number of things, and this just added to the deepness of it, Both of my parents were dead and in the ground. I was an only kid and had nobody in the world to love me. Yeah -- I had a few friends, but they had their own lives. They had kids even. I don't know why they bothered -- the world would be ending soon. Trump was bullying every country in the world. He wanted a big war. and even though, at 37, I was past drafting age I was afraid of the bombs that would be dropping on our country. I didn't want to die of radiation burns. I sunk deeper into a funk. Maybe radiation would not be so bad. You had to give it a chance.. I guess. I sat and waited. That's when the phone rang. Could it be work, asking where I was? No -- I'm pretty sure I was fired automatically for not showing up at my desk for the last week. The call was from a friend I'll call "Calvin". He hadn't seen me around or heard from me in so long. "I thought you'd moved or something". "No. But We're all about to move, ya know? Like off the planet? Do you know what it'll be like? To go outside one morning and have fire rain down on you from the sky??!" "Oh God. You're depressed again. What did I tell you? Get some meds. I'm on Lexepro and happy as a little clam. Do you still have the name of my doctor?" I liked Calvin. He was almost short enough to be called a 'little person' and gay as could be. We knew each other in college somehow. He was HIV+ and still took rigorous care of his health despite that particular obstacle. "Trump's going to get us in a war with Russia and North Korea and Iran and China...and we're going to be wiped out. I know it." "Oh shut the fuck up, Idiot. I just need to get you laid". "And maybe you need to get me poz." silence "That's your depression talking and I don't feel like hearing it right now", he then let out a heavy sigh. "I'd never do it to you anyway". "But you must know somebody who would". "Oh no. You're serious, aren't you?" "As a heart attack". "OK. I'll tell you a few names and then I'm washing my hands of it. Check your email in about an hour. Asshole." "OK. Bye." click. I clicked on CNN and checked out my window, searching the skies for missiles and explosions. I thought about my parents and how they had once lived peacefully on a little farm less that an hour from an air force base. I was almost glad they were dead because the incoming nukes would destroy the peaceful world they'd always known. There were two emails when I checked my laptop. The first was from Calvin: Hi Nut Case: I know two tops who are poz and willing to infect idiot neg guys like you. No matter what, call me afterward! 1. Edward G. lives North of the River and is very fond of young men, but he's almost 70 and not the least bit hot. Plus he's got a dungeon in his basement and likes to film everything. But his dick is GIGANTIC. 2. Terry R. is about our age and lives in your area. He fosters dogs that are up for adoption -- so I'm sure his place is a mess and smells. He isn't that cute, but I sent him your email and phone number already. He's poz, but thinking about going on meds soon. The second email was from # 2. Terry. Hello I'm Terry and ol' Calvin said you'd be interested in getting together. Want to meet at Silver's at around 7 pm for a drink? If that's too soon, I can make it later or on another day. Looking forward to talking to you soon. My phone number is ---------- Please call.' He sounded maybe a tad too upbeat, but you can't read tone in emails, I'd call him. In a minute or two. I waited all of twenty seconds before I dialed the number. He loved dogs after all. "Hello?" "Terry?" "Yes! Is this Tim? -- Calvin's friend? I'm so happy you called!" "And I'm so happy to talk to you. Do you still want to me a Silver's at 7? That's only a few blocks from me". "Yes. Absolutely. Don't dress up too much. I'm in my white overalls and grey t-shirt. I've been transporting some abandoned puppies to a shelter two counties away. They're adorable, but so scared of the world. Breaks my damn heart. I'll clean up as much as I can. But I'll be the white overalls guy. I have brown hair that's a little thin and a full beard and mustache. What do you like to drink? I'll have one ready." "Just beer...and maybe a shot of something. I'll be in jeans and a red t-shirt. I'm clean cut and have no facial hair". "Calvin already sent me a pic of you. You're cute as fuck! See you at 7!!" "OK." click It was almost 6 now. I showered and shaved and dressed in no time. I watched CNN for half an hour and convinced myself that I was doing the right thing. Death inside of me or death outside of me...what was the difference, really? I got to Silver's and found Terry right away. he was not bad looking at all...maybe a little chubby, but manly and he radiated friendliness. He had a mug of beer ready for me and a shot of something brown. I downed the shot immediately. Whiskey. And started in on the cold beer. "Next round's on me", I said. "No. No. I seldom drink. I'll have one tonight and then I have to get back to my foster dogs. They always need to walk or be cleaned up after. You can come help me if you want?" "Sure. Let's go." I drained my beer and stood up. Usually I jingled the keys in my pocket at this point, but I'd walked here and so I just fiddled with the coins, Tums and Chapstick tube I'd brought with me. Terry was parked right near the door. He had a big blue SUV with tons of cages in the back. "Let's go to your place...I'm currently overrun with dogs where I live. That okay?" "Sure. We're about fifteen seconds from my building." And then we were there. And inside my door. I wasted no time in unbuttoning the straps on his overalls and pulling them down to his feet. He kicked off his work boots, and just stood there in a t-shirt, boxers and white socks. I knew that under those boxers was a poz cock. I made a gesture with my head that he should strip all the way. I did. I was nude almost immediately. I wanted him so badly. Actually I wanted the death he could give me. But I had to be cool. We went to my bedroom where Terry finished stripping. He did smell a little like dog, but that's not the worst smell in the world. He lied spread-eagle on my bed and let out a relaxed groan. I knew he was tired. So I started massaging his feet, and then moved up to his legs. His unselfish personality took over and he pulled me up to him. We kissed a good long time. Let the bombs come. He broke away from my lips and got serious. "You really want to get fucked raw...by a poz guy?" "Yes. Now." He shifted himself on top of me. His dick was average size, but extremely hard. "I'll take care of you forever", he said in a lusty voice. My God - he was so gentle. He pushed the head of his dick into me slightly and let me get used to it by fractions of inches at a time. Once he was halfway inside, I reached around and grabbed his ample ass. He understood that meant he could go deeper - and he did. That poz dick was all the way inside of me and I briefly thought about a jet pilot flying over some country and dropping bombs without a thought in his head. He understood he was dropping death, but the target had it coming. Terry started furiously pumping and I felt it down to my tailbone somehow. And then he stopped suddenly and breathed in heavy gasps. The poz bomb had been dropped. World War 3 was now internal. There would be invasions and casualties and one side would eventually win. Terry and I live together now. He's on meds and so am I. I don't worry about the end of the world anymore because there about twenty dogs i have to worry about first. .

Here is the day 3 pig out update. I hit it out of the park. Took 60 cocks and 0 fist. (My hole needed a break) Three day total at 116 cocks and 15 fists. I blew my previous 5 day total out of the water which was 92 (Folsom Berlin) Two days left but will slow down some as my hole is stretched and sore from the good work out.

I've enjoyed hours of reading these posts and they have often helped me bang out a load when I was horny so my New Year's resolution is to post more of my own experiences for all of you to share. Okay, so it's April and I'm already late. But here are a few: This past week (Wednesday) I posted on CraigsList looking for tops to come to my office building and fuck me in the handicapped restroom (single use and we can lock ourselves in). This young black kid responded to my ad and holy crap he was hung. He also wanted to make out and suck my dick because it would make him get hard. Well, LOL. He comes in the restroom, I lock the door and get right to it. I suck him hard and he is very gifted. Had to be close to 9 and superthick, at least 6 around. Well, I thought that was big enough. Was I wrong. He gets to his knees and sucks my dick a bit - all the while I'm spitting on my hand and applying it to my hole. When he stands up he had grown even bigger - and so much harder. I turned around, grabbed the handicapped bar and said to him "Just give me time to open up, please." He was very gentle (though part of me wished he weren't, it's probably best that he was since he wasn't your average dick). He slid all the way in after a couple of gos and WOW was I full. I had wanted to take a video of a load leaking out of my hole after he left but, LOL, I tried after he finished. I squated down and pushed. Nothing. Then I realized what had happened. He must have shot so far in my ass that it wasn't coming out. And shoot he did - I felt it! When he was unloading he was buried balls deep in me and I had a finger under my balls feeling his dick. I could feel it pumping into me. So fucking hot. He wants to meet again - and, damn, I was ready to go half an hour later! So I"m sure we will meet again. I can't wait. Another episode this week (Thursday). This overweight young Latin guy who loves to fuck my ass contacted me on Scruff and told me to stop over. He lives with his family but has me come over during the day when no one is home. On my way to his place I stopped at a video store and lucked out. First up was this Latin dude with an uncut dick about 7". I watched him go in a booth where another guy tried to just fondle his dick. I could tell the guy wanted more than that! lol So when he abandoned that booth I nodded him over to the booth next to mine. He gets in and puts his hard dick through the gloryhole. I start off sucking then quickly get up and turn around and push my hole back on his dick. At first he held still - I think that he wasn't sure if I did what I did. I felt him feel with his hand to see if it was my face or my skull on his dick. When he felt my ass he went to town. Really fucked me good until he pumped his load into me. Then he was gone. I held the load inside me hoping for another. There was one other fuck. Not really worth talking about. He says he came but I"m not sure. Either way, the place was dead after that so I continued on my way to the overweight Latin guy. When I got there we got naked, I sucked his dick for a quick moment (I wanted it in the ass too bad to waste time) then got on all fours on the bed the way I know he likes. He may be overweight but fact is he still has a good enough dick to feel when he fucks. And the best part about this dude is that he has no problem pissing in my ass. This time he fucked me good, dumped a load then held still until he emptied his bladder in me. He kept telling me he was full of piss - and damn he sure was! I swear I could feel it in me - the warmth, the fullness. It was fucking awesome. When he was done he fucked another load into me. I used his bathroom and let loose. I thought that he didn't have all the piss he thought he did when I pushed it out. Anyway, I left his place and went back to work. After awhile I felt that I had to take a huge dump. LOL Nope. Just more piss - and this time lots of it. He must have pissed so much and since I was on my back with my legs up his piss went deep up inside me. Afterward I was thinking about it. His piss pushed 2, maybe three different men's loads up inside my ass. HOT! On Sunday of this past week I posted on CraigsList hoping to set up action int he handicapped restroom at work. Managed to get 4 men to stop over. Only one unloaded in my ass. He had a super thick dick though it wasn't longer than 7". I have to say, he gave a great fuck. He had no problem getting into it. At one point he was sitting on the floor in the corner of the restroom, legs spread. I was able to grab the bars and lower myself on his dick. Whew! I'd never done that before but it was so hot bouncing on his dick. I amazed myself at how easily I was able to open up for such a thick dick. Goes to show you that if you are mentally prepared to get fucked you can open your hole with no problem at all. After bouncing on his dick for awhile he told me to get up and get on all fours. I did and he slammed into me. I"m sure we could be heard in the hallway outside but I never thought about it once. All I could think about was the way I was getting fucked - so hard, so raw. He egged me on a bit as he got closer "You sure you want my load?" and such and of course I did. This was the first load of the week and like those later in the week I was able to feel his dick pulsing and emptying his balls in me. After this guy, the other three who showed up just wanted to get blown. I was happy to get the cum so I obliged. Well, that was this past week. I'll try and post more often, I promise.

The angel of death had wrapped me in his wings and had buried his golden dick inside my ass. My trip to Cuba had been like the Wild Kingdom - smuggled over the sea in a cargo ship, bribed my way in, hidden in the back of a truck, taken to some building where I was drugged up like a zombie and laid on the altar as a sacrifice during some crazy Santeria ritual that was more bestiary than AirBnB. How I made it back to the states I don’t really know, as I was zombied out the entire way except for a brief moment when Brother Roberto, a.k.a. Bob, kneeled by my head, rubbed my cheek, smiled and said, “WE ARE GOING HOME.” HE PAUSED, NODDED TOWARDS THE MAN ON MY BACK WHO WAS BURIED IN MY ASS AND WHISPERED IN HOLY WONDER, "USTED ENCONTRÓ EL DORADO" - TRANSLATION - “YOU FOUND EL DORADO.” My eyelids felt like they were weighted down, but with great effort I was able to make a small slit and turn my head. I moaned. I ached and hurt all over. Where was I? It took several minutes and focused exertion, but finally I was able to roll over and see my surroundings. I was back in the monk cell room where I had been taken the first day I met Father Adelmo. A short time later the door unlocked, opened, and one of the twinks dressed in crisp whites cautiously entered. His face looked like he expected to find a bear coming out of hibernation or something. I could not understand what he might be afraid of and when I tried to speak, nothing came out but dry, raspy, gasps. The twink gently set a large tray on the side chair, helped me sit up, then eased a glass of water to my cracked lips. I spilled more than I drank, but it tasted good. Then he held up a small plate filled with white lines of powder. I snorted one - then another - the burn helping to sweep away the cobwebs that had filled my head. “How long have I been back?” I asked. “Where is Bob - I mean Brother Roberto? Where is Father Adelmo? Did...did…?” The twink just shook his head, looking even more fearful. “I am sorry,” he said, “They have said you must remain in here and wait for...for HIM to come to you. That until the time is right, you must remain here.” What the fuck? I peppered him with more questions and after the fifth, “I don’t know,” I gave up, snatched the plate, and snorted some more. The twink then began uncovering some plates of food, and went into the small bathroom to run water from the tap into a tiny, golden vase that held a single white rose. Seeing he was focused on that, I stood up, took a few stumbling steps, made it to the door and yanked it open. My egress was blocked by one of the damn Brother Robertos who just glowered, pushed me back, and slammed the door. OK, point made. Sitting back on the edge of the bed I started to run my hands over my body. I felt sore, odd, displaced and the memories of Cuba all came rushing back. Did I get infected with the CRF19 virus? What had happened to me then? What had happened since? The twink kneeled on the floor, held out a plate of scrambled eggs and a fork that he had jabbed a few bits on, “Father says you must eat.” I snarled, “I can feed myself, thanks.” I barely had four bites of eggs before my stomach revolted and I heaved. The twink was prepared and had a small porcelain bowl in hand that I spewed the eggs into. “Father said this may happen. Take your time. It’s OK,” he assured me. Several minutes later I tried again and was able to keep them down with some effort. Satisfied, the twink said, “Here, let me help you into the bathroom so I can get you cleaned up.” “Jesus fuck!” I said as I leaned on the sink to steady myself and saw my reflection in the mirror. My face and body were bruised, swollen, there were large cuts like claw marks in various stages of scabbing on my chest and sides. I leaned closer and gently touched the large marks on my shoulder by my neck. No can’t be - but they looked like multiple sets of bite marks and far too large to be made by a man. No, what happened in Cuba was all a dream, an effect of being high; shit I imagined right? That’s what I kept telling myself as the twink gently sponge bathed me. He was drying me off when we heard the door open. We both turned and in came Bob. “Well, it’s about fucking time,” I said, “Why the fuck I am locked in here and why…” I stopped. Bob was holding a golden cup and while he never said much at all, that would have been about the time I expected him to cuff my head. Yet, he just stood there and then there were two more Brothers beside him. This can’t be good. I edged back, they came forward, and one Brother grabbed my right arm and twisted, the other my left. The twink huddled in the corner as Bob stepped in front of me, held the cup up, closed his eyes and mouthed a silent prayer. He then held the cup towards my lips and I could smell it. That same sour yogurt shit they made me drink in Cuba that turned me into a petrified log. No fucking way! I struggled, the Brother’s easily held me steady as Bob used his left hand to press my head against the wall and his right to pour the milky contents into my throat. I could have spit it out, but what was the point? Because it dawned on me, if they were drugging me up again, maybe that meant more dick, and more dick meant more virus. THE ROOM SPUN, MY BODY FLOATED, I WAS CARRIED ON THE WIND… A BEAST WITH HORNS AND GREAT, LONG FANGS WAS OVER MY BODY, IT’S SALIVA DRIPPING LIKE ACID ONTO MY FLESH… TALONS RAKED MY SKIN AND PIERCED MY FLESH AS I WAS HELD DOWN LIKE CARRION AND ASSAULTED BY A VICIOUS RAPTOR… GOLDEN SPIKES TORE MY ASS OPEN AND MINED MY INSIDES BLOODY AS I WAS POUNDED DEEPER AND DEEPER… THE LAVA POURED FORTH FROM THE VULCAN GOD OF FIRE, EXTINGUISHING THE LIFE FORCE I HAD TRIED TO HOLD TIGHT… THE CHANTING ROSE IN RHYTHMIC PRAISE AROUND ME, TETHERING ME TO THIS WORLD, TETHERING ME TO THE ALTAR OF SACRIFICE… I COULD TASTE HIS BODY - AND HE MINE - WE WERE ONE. I was lying on my stomach as I opened my eyes. The grunts and moans of pleasure from the man fucking me letting me know I was being bred again. By whom I did not know, and I didn’t care, but from the pile of black clothes on the chair it was a Brother Roberto. They were taking turns raping my drugged up body. My mind was awake, but my body was still stiff and frozen from the zombie drug. The inside of my ass was awake too and I could feel every brutal thrust, every tear in my gut lining, and every drop of man cum as they continued to fill me. That was how the next several days went. The twink would come in and feed me, bath me, Bob would show up with two of his Brother goons to make me drink the Santeria brew, then it was off to Babylon as I became the whore for the beasts - and then the whore for the Brothers Roberto. That was how the next several days went that is until the puking started, which did not stop. Until the fever hit me, which did not abate. Until the sweats overtook me and the shaking was so bad I could not stand. At the height of my sickness, Father Adelmo appeared, along with the golden skull - or maybe it was all a delusion - yet I was sure the Father had fucked me. I had felt the thick, braided cord of his golden beads as he had wrapped them tightly around my neck and then his holy prayers as he squeezed his hands tight and seeded my ass. I was his lamb. The golden skull had watched and smiled even, then he too was inside me - stretching me wider, digging me deeper, flooding me fuller. Over and over he bred me while I was nothing more than a flop doll - a sick sack of wilted flesh that he used. It seemed to never end and he was always there, always fucking me, always scorching my insides with his toxic cum. The hushed and whispered voices sounded real. I unclenched my fist; the blanket felt real. I opened my right eye; the lights, shadows, forms and shapes seemed real. I groaned. That was real too. A warm hand took my chin and turned my head a bit to the side, “Transmutation,” Father Adelmo said. His face was now close to mine. He was smiling as he repeated the word, “Transmutation. The lamb has been slaughtered and returns as a gift for my children. Rest now. Rest.” I drifted back off not knowing what he meant. The next two days the twink was back feeding me, cleaning me, keeping me company. I felt fine, better than fine even. Yet one thing had not changed, I was still locked up in that damn monk cell. This time, Bob did not stop by. No one did. The only person I saw for two days was the twink who continued to be a source of frustration with how little he knew, or could or would say. On the third day I was woken up by the twink and a large golden platter full of white powder. I quickly snorted a few lines and wanted more. I wanted to get fucked too. My insides were crawling and twisting and I needed some dick bad. I asked the twink for some food and he shook his head and said, “Not today. Today is Easter and today is THE day.” Whatever the fuck that meant. So I spent the following hours snorting lines, talking to myself since the twink was a worthless conversationalist, and pacing back and forth in my little cell. In the late afternoon there was a loud knocking on the door and the twink jumped up and said, “Come, we must get you cleaned up and ready.” Ready for what? I got no answers so as he washed me, oiled me like a roasted pig, and made me presentable, I cleaned the plate of white powder. Finally, as dusk began to descend on Miami, the door opened and in came Bob and two of his Brothers Roberto. The Brothers - Bob included - were dressed in their usual black, but today, Bob had large, golden chains hanging around his neck that were jeweled and layered. The other Brothers had large, red silk sashes wrapped around their waists that were intricately embroidered with heavy, gold thread depicting images I could not quite make out. My curiosity grew as the Brothers parted, a twink I had not seen before walked in carrying a pile of white cloth, also heavily embroidered in gold. He gently draped it on the bed, bowed towards me and backed out of the room. I was really confused. Bob stepped behind me and raised my arms up and out. The two Brothers then took the white, embroider cloth and draped it over my shoulders and arms. Layer upon layer of white silk with heavy golden threads caressed my naked body and I wondered to myself, “Why are they dressing me up like Cleopatra or some shit?” I started to ask, but Bob cuffed my head and I turned and glared and he just smiled. Smart ass. I held up the silk and looked more closely at the designs - the stitching created the affect of wings and more - like I was an angel. There was a loud knock on the door. Bob stood in front of me, looked me up and down, did a quick tuck of a bit of hair on my head that was not in place to his liking, then as the two Brothers left the room, Bob set my right hand on his left arm and escorted me out of my cell. You might think I would be embarrassed being naked with nothing but some fancy bed sheet over me, but no. All these guys had fucked me - repeatedly - and the white powder I snorted made me not give a fuck about anything, so hell, I was going along for the ride. We made our way through some of the Father’s elaborate rooms, and towards his chapel. The sounds of rhythmic chanting filled the air, as did the smoke of incense and candles. We entered the chapel and I halted. There was Father Adelmo dressed in robes of gold brocade with jewels on each finger, a miter hat, chains of gold - the embodiment of a prince of the church. On one side of the chapel were the Brothers Roberto all dressed in black with the same red sashes around their waists. Why were there so many? There must have been 15 or 20. I thought there was maybe seven or eight. The other side of the chapel was lined with rows of twinks in their crisp whites. They too had on sashes, but their’s were white with gold embroidery. The two Brothers entered first and stood just to the side and were followed by Bob and I. Bob escorted me to the right of Father Adelmo, who smiled and nodded at me. I smiled back then my ass twitched as I looked at his hard, throbbing dick and the gold cock ring he wore. Fuck! The chanting of the Brothers and twinks continued and as it reached a crescendo, Father Adelmo held out his arms, palms up, towards the far door. The doors opened, two twinks in white came out, followed by a third who carried a large, red silk pillow with something golden and long placed in the middle of it. Suddenly all sound in the room ceased except for the soft crackling of the fire consuming the candlewicks. I turned towards the door and gasped - there was the golden skull! The man standing in the door was dressed like me in flowing layers of silk, but unlike the white I had on his, his were blood red. The fantastical designs embroidered in gold on his robe were of beasts of various shapes and sizes, all with massive dicks protruding from their bodies. I looked at the man again as he walked towards us, his skin a golden, brown hue, his hair black and wavy. His face - well his face was hidden behind the mask - a mask of pure gold in the shape of a skull - this was my El Dorado. This must be the man who had fucked me in Cuba. This must be the man who had fucked me on the boat back. This must be the man/beast that had been fucking me while I was sick. El Dorado confidently walked towards us and stood to the left of Father Adelmo. His blood red robes made him appear larger than he was, for while he was taller than me, I could see his ribs where the cloth parted, but that’s not what I focused on. I inhaled sharply as I looked at his dick. Fuck it was a good 9-inches and appeared mostly soft, yet that quickly changed as he turned his golden skull face towards me and his dick began to grow and lengthen to its full brutal potential. Father Adelmo started speaking - fuck I wish I knew Spanish - so I have no idea what was being said, but Bob escorted me over to stand directly in front of Father Adelmo. El Dorado then stepped up beside me and took Bob’s place, grabbing my shaking hand with his and sending sparks of desire and need shooting through my body. The congregants replied in affirmation and holy ecstasy to whatever Father Adelmo had said. The Father’s dick was drooling precum and I leaned forward and glanced down and saw El Dorado’s dick was too. I wanted to gnaw on his foreskin, lick him clean, and feel him inside me! Bob was on my left and grabbed my hand as the Brothers who had escorted us in pulled the white silk draping my body off me and stepped back. I turned and looked as I watched the two twinks who had come in with El Dorado do the same to him. The third, the one who had been carrying the large, red pillow, had stepped forward and was holding aloft the long, golden, item that had nestled in its silken folds. It was a cock sheath. A metal cock sheath. A golden, metal cock sheath, with fine mesh loops that formed the perfect replica of a gigantic dick. Bob squeezed my hand as I watched the twink kneel, gently slide it up and over El Dorado’s now pulsing shaft, then step behind him as he tied the golden cords together to hold it firmly in place. Father Adelmo stepped off the raised dais, held a golden chalice up on front of me and said, “TASTE OF MY BODY - TASTE OF MY BLOOD - TASTE OF MY SPIRIT!” I sniffed at the cup. Fuck that zombie shit again! My dick and ass are programmed though as no sooner do I smell the pungent odor than my dick stiffens, my hole pulses, and my ass pussy starts wetting itself. I take a sip, then a gulp, and then empty the entire chalice. I pat my mouth with the back of my hand as Father Adelmo smiles, steps to the side, and holds his left arm out in the direction of the dais. There, I can now see in full the altar is covered in white silk - the site of my sacrifice and funeral pyre like I am about to become a martyr or saint. I start to crumble as the drink kicks in, but the Brothers catch me under my arms, help me forward, then raised and lifted me and laid me on my back on the altar. Bob stands behind my head with his hands reassuringly on my shoulders. One Brother grabs my right ankle and lifts it up, the other my left. My asshole is open, exposed, waiting. My eyes follow Father Adelmo as he circles the altar I am laying on three times with El Dorado in tow. El Dorado has added his voice to the Father’s as together their chant sets the stage for the next act. The Father stops between my raised legs, looks at me, and smiles. He steps away and El Dorado takes his place, his skull mask now seeming to shift, move, and change from man - to beast - to horned demon - and back. As before when I took the zombie drink, my body is completely immobile, yet inside, my ass can still feel. I would have screamed if I could have when El Dorado pushed his golden, metal covered dick inside me. EL DORADO’S GOLDEN, CRF19 INFECTED DICK SKINNED ME ALIVE. HE PULLED OUT AND STEPPED BACK AND A BROTHER ROBERTO ENTERED MY ASS AND COMPLETED SEVERAL LONG STROKES. HE LOOKED DOWN AS HE WITHDREW HIS DICK, THEN STEPPED OUT OF SIGHT, TO BE REPLACED BY ANOTHER BROTHER. SEVERAL LONG STROKES AND THE BROTHER LOOKED DOWN AS HE WITHDREW HIS DICK, THEN STEPPED OUT OF SIGHT. EL DORADO STEPPED UP AGAIN AND THIS TIME HE WENT DEEPER, HIS BEASTIAL CLAWS GOUGING MY INNARDS AND WHEN HE WITHDREW I KNEW THE WHITE ALTAR COVERING WAS STAINED EVEN MORE. ANOTHER BROTHER ENTERED ME AND AS HE STROKED I COULD HEAR OTHER SOUNDS FROM THE ROOM. CRIES OF PAIN, BUT THEY WERE NOT MINE. I THEN THOUGHT I UNDERSTOOD - THE BROTHERS WERE COATING THEIR DICK IN ME, THEN FUCKING THE TWINKS. ON THE OTHER HAND, I WAS DRUGGED OUT ON ZOMBIE JUICE SO MAYBE IT WAS ONLY A FLY BUZZING BY MY HEAD AND I IMAGINED IT ALL. All the Brothers entered me, but only after El Dorado had prepped my hole with his golden meshed dick. Each of his strokes were etched in what had been the white covering of the altar, but that in my mind’s eye I saw now was stained like the fires of Hell. Bob was the last Brother to enter me and when he did there was something in his eyes - compassion? Desire? Loss? No sooner had El Dorado reprepped my hole than Father Adelmo was there, his golden robes gone, his naked chest glistening in sweat as he pummeled me and then exclaimed in holy ecstasy as he seeded me. Once the Father pulled out, El Dorado was back and this time with a vengeance. Golden claws pierced my flesh, spiked horns grew from his skull, and as El Dorado infected me anew with the CRF19 viral plague, he threw his head back and bellowed like the beast of Hell that he was. - The End - (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

PART 9 We left the room. I followed Cy back to the entry counter. I looked at the clock and discovered I had less than half an hour left of my eight hours. I was shocked at how long Cy and I had been fucking. Cy asked the clerk who had been covering for him if there was anything he needed to deal with and was told no. Cy came back to my room with me where we stood inside my room holding each other until he told me to pack my things; I should go home. I knew I would and got dressed. Outside the bath house, we hailed a cab and soon were in my studio apartment. I immediately got the money I was short at the bath house and offered it to Cy. He laughed and told me he had more than been paid back. It took a quick second to realize what he was referring to, and I deeply blushed and laughed. He helped me open my Murphy bed. I closed the blinds and draperies tightly as Cy stripped. I followed suit, and we both climbed in bed where Cy held me tightly and kissed me repeatedly. Then, he rolled me up on all fours, got behind me, and without any lube began to probe my ass with his tumescent uncut cock. “Oh, Cy, we’re going to need some lube,” I said and winced. “Naw. This is part of the treatment, babe. Lube should be created naturally. Besides, there should be at least a little of that last cum load of mine still in you. But, yeah, this time around Jason there will be some pain. Your ass has dried up from the lube I used. I guess you didn’t figure out I used a numbing agent to make things go easy for you the first time. Babe, I promise if it becomes too painful, I will stop. I mean totally stop . . . if you want me to. I mean that,” he cooed at me soothing my nerves. “You mean so much to me, and I feel so close to you. You are very special to me, babe. I have such positive thoughts about you . . . us . . . now.” I heard his words as they fed me a dose of self confidence and pride at having done all that I had done. I felt such a bond with Cy. He made me feel safe and secure. Still, I weighed his words especially the new information regarding a numbing agent. No wonder I had not felt any pain. I had been prepped. Then, I remembered he had spread lube around deep inside me which must have contained the numbing agent. He is so considerate and caring. How had he remained single with him being so hot? I could not believe that I was so lucky. I finally turned my head around to him and conceded, “Okay. You know what you’re doing. I trust you. If I doubt you ever again, tape my mouth closed.” “Babe, you are in the hands of a man who knows exactly what he is doing to you. You can be positive about that; I know I’m positive,” he said. “But, just to keep you in the know, this time will hurt a lot more because I’m not using lube. You have to work with me and trust me that you can work through the pain. And, once it’s over, it’s over. I’ll fuck you good and fill your ass once more with some more of that good protein rich special enhanced gravy of mine. Your ass does love eating my gravy. You love the idea of your ass eating my gravy, don’t you, babe?” “You bet I do. I’m positive I want you to fuck me and flood me with your special enhanced protein gravy. I feel like I belong to you now,” I confessed. “Oh, babe, just for that, I’ll give you a little starter lick so you’ll have at least a little spit to ease me inside you,” Cy admitted. He crept backwards and lowered his face to my ass and began eating my hole driving me wild as he wetted the area. He soon returned behind me and began to push inward. My world became surreal once more. The pressure mounted as did the pain level, then, Cy’s titan hooded joystick popped through my sphincter. I did cry out rising upright pushing my back against his chest. Cy wrapped his arms around me holding me tight as I clamped my mouth together whining and screaming in my throat. He held me tight to keep me impaled as I struggled. Time passed and the pain eased to nothing; I resumed my 4-stance. I commanded my brain to obey and ignore the pain that was coming and my ass to open up and let Cy inside. Much as he had done the first time, Cy jerked himself an inch or two at a time creating another wave of pain which I fought off until at last once more I was filled with the heavenly full feeling of Cy’s majestic 10 ½ inch cock inserted in my ass. This time though he did not wait for me to accommodate him but went right to full length body-jarring piston strokes in and out scraping my insides raw as he re-opened some of his cuts and abrasions which coated his turgid one-eyed trouser snake. He rammed inward harder it seemed to me than he had before, but I didn’t care. This was Cy; I accepted his fucking no matter how I felt. I belonged to him, and my ass did, too. Cy fucked me a long time. I know it was a long time because I knew what time it was when we got to my place. It was now almost an hour and a half after that. He had been fucking me for over forty-five minutes now, and I was in synch with him as I counter fucked down his shaft as he thrust forward. I matched his violent forward thrust into my ass with an equal violent backward thrust onto his cock. I needed his cum load in me where it belonged. He wanted his cum in me as well. We worked to reach that end. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,” Cy screamed in his throat as he again flooded my ass with his globs of ball nectar. I felt each salvo again as it flew through his cock slathering every part of my gut. He pumped and pumped and pumped it felt like gallons into me until at last the pumping ebbed to a dribble. He eased us down onto the mattress where he rested a long time before slowly pulling himself out of my ass. I felt so alone and empty. PART 10 “You stay there; don’t move,” I heard him command. He slipped off the bed and went over to his clothes retrieving something from a bag. I watched carefully as he rubbed something on the item. He returned to the bed and held out to me what looked like a big wedge of something. “This is a butt plug for you. I can’t keep using my cock as one, and you know how I feel about your losing my cum. Pull your ass cheeks open,” he said. Without hesitating, I complied. I felt the tip touch my hole. I could tell there was lube on the butt plug as I felt Cy smearing it around the area. I dismissed as irrelevant the fact that he had lube but didn’t use it with me. Cy had already explained why. I would not question him. He knew what was best for me. Still . . . “Take a deep breath; let it out; another in; out; in; out; in; let about half out and hold it,” Cy said flatly. I obeyed. He shoved inward and twisted the butt plug until the entire mass was seated. I jerked violently but held my cheeks open and choked off all sounds. “There. Now, we have you all set for that latest load to stay in you. You do want to keep my loads, don’t you, babe? It means so much to me,” Cy almost whimpered. “Cy, I’ll take all the cum loads you give me and will never get rid of them if that is what you want,” I said sincerely as I turned around now to look at him. Even though I had tried to make the room as dark as I could there still was light coming in allowing me to see this wonderful kind man. My eyes dropped once more to his cock which now was covered in even more blood. My eyes quickly snapped upward questioningly to him. “Babe, I want to fill that beautiful wonderful ass of yours all the time . . . and will every chance I get. Don’t worry about the blood. You’re okay. You know you can trust me. I’d tell you if anything was wrong wouldn’t I?” Cy asked in such a sincere and soothing voice touching me gently as he spoke. We looked at each other, and then he leaned in and kissed me deeply. We pulled apart, and Cy lay down on his back. “Since it bothers you so much, babe, why not do something about it? Why don’t you go down and clean off my cock?” I looked at Cy then his bloody cock and back to Cy. My mind was blank. Was he serious? I hesitated only for the briefest of time before moving between his legs and devouring as much of his cock as I could. My tongue and mouth laboured on cleaning the dry and drying blood off his cock. My Cy was going to be clean again soon; I would see to that; it was my job. Soon, no trace was left of any blood. He smiled at me and motioned me to join him which I did. We got beneath a cover, and I snuggled into him as he wrapped his protective left arm around me. We slept for hours. I felt a movement and opened my eyes finding Cy slipping his arm out from beneath me. He got out of bed and strode to the bathroom where I could hear a strong stream of piss landing in the toilet. I got out of bed and followed him standing near him until he finished. He turned to leave, but I blocked his way by kneeling in front of him. I looked up, picked up his lazing colossus, and stuffed it in my mouth tonguing it and especially the piss slit. I made sure there was no remnant of any piss. I released his tube steak and stood. He kissed me and went back to bed. I urinated, flushed, and returned to bed also. It was 2:14. Cy told me he needed to get something to eat. We got dressed and went out to a place he knew that wasn’t too far. We got back about 4:00. Cy had me to go with the butt plug still in my ass—just to be sure I didn’t leak. When we got back we climbed on the bed and began making out with great long deep kisses. Soon, Cy had me in my 4-stance and slowly pulled out the plug tossing it on the foot of the bed. He pushed his limp cock in my ass inching it inward slowly. The more he got in me the harder he got until once more he was at full attention. Cy rode my ass harder than ever. I revelled in the feeling of his giant phallus taking command of my ass. We continued fucking at what had become a standard almost violent scene to which I gave full consent. He fucked me for over a half an hour before he cried out and filled me with another of his wonderful cum loads which seemed to go on forever. We eased down onto the mattress as usual with him remaining inside me. We lay there recuperating when in the midst of our rest time a warm feeling spread throughout going deeper and deeper in me. I lay there and said nothing until it dawned on me that Cy was using me as a urinal. Now, I loved his piss, too.

A few hours later he was hard again and ready to give me more of his toxic seed. "Get on all fours so I can give you more of my AIDS babies," he commanded. Once I was in position, I felt his cock sliding deep inside my hole, and he began pounding my ass hard and fast. I distinctly remember enjoying the stimulation his cock was giving my ass, and when he asked "Do you want my AIDS babies?" I replied without thought "Yes, I want your special cum." Upon hearing my reply he fucked my hole with even more energy, hitting my prostate with almost every stroke. Involuntarily I found myself almost chanting "More More More , Give it to me. I want your AIDS babies." "Nothing turns me on more than a white guy who wants my poz cock up his ass," he remarked. I encouraged him adding "I can't wait to give you more of my toxic cum." "Don't worry, I'll make sure you convert," he answered with an air of confidence as he violently unloaded his cum. Yeah, he was doin' his best to ensure I converted.

I went there March of last year. I've posted about it before, but briefly. I chose a red hood they explain the risks, you agree, they then number you, and take your picture(back to camera) to enter best in show. One of the helpers liked me and found me a spot by the toilets as he said a lot of tops would see me here. Before you hood yourself you can walk around, have a drink. Check out the place. I noticed there where something like 7 red hoods, compared to the 50 or so whites. I was the youngest of the red hoods by about 10 years. Each mare getting fucked about 20 times is an exaggeration in my opinion, especially because some fuck for long without dumping a load, maybe it's different in Sept. I'd imagine it is. The first guy who fucked me had a PA, which was my first time getting fucked with one, and boy did I feel it. He was rough and after what felt like 10 minutes shot a load in me. During the time he was fucking me more people had surrounded us and fucked my throat etc. I brought poppers(which I recommend) but lost them half way through, luckily every top had some and practically forced them up my nose. I went home with blue lips and blue finger/toe nails. I took at least 8 loads, you can see a little through the hoods but not much. The last guy I fucked wouldn't let me up and really fuck to hurt, he was a young sadist I think. I'm glad I did it because I can say I did it, and the memory was hot, but in reality I wish I had worked up to the PA, that fucked me up. I got Hep C at that event, it's pretty rampant in Europe my doctor told me. I'm not trying to put you off, just giving you a truthful review. Enjoy. Oh at one point three tops carried me from the seating area to a bed so they could better fuck me. That felt hot being thrown around like meet, and I cant be sure but I think one of the staff got their dick in me too. The staff liked me, which made the experience nice. Hope this helps.

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

Bathhouse pozzing Alex was excited and nervous. He hadn’t been to a bathhouse in years. And back when he did go occasionally, he was very strict on using condoms. Now, not only did he prefer bareback sex, but he’d started flirting with the idea of becoming poz. He knew there was always a chance you could become poz from unprotected sex, especially anonymous sex, but more and more, the idea of becoming poz had started to excite him. He looked for pozzing stories online and the hard to find video clips of guys begging for poz cum whenever he jacked off. He checked in at the front desk getting a locker and a towel and headed to the locker room. It was a busy Saturday night and the locker room was full of guys either getting undressed to put their towel on and go be sluts or getting dressed to leave after getting their fill of hot anonymous sex. There were all types of guys in there, fit, muscular, stocky, hairy, smooth, young, and old. He loved seeing a lot of their cocks before they wrapped their towels around their waists. He started getting a boner himself, just from being in the room. A muscular, hairy, bearded daddy noticed Alex’s thick 7.5 inch hardon, raised an eyebrow, and gave him a brilliant smile. He had just the right amount of gray in his hair, beard, and chest hair to make him hot as fuck. As he walked past Alex, he reached out and squeezed his shoulder. Alex took a couple of deep breaths, locked up his locker, put his towel on, and headed out of the locker room. He had to pass through the lounge area where several hot guys were sitting around talking or watching porn on the big TV. He walked by the wet area, taking a glance inside. He saw guys showering and in the hot tub. Some of the guys in the hot tub were making out and one guy sitting on the edge of the tub was getting his big cock sucked. Alex decided he could come back by there in a bit. He started walking around the halls, checking out guys standing by their rooms playing with their cocks through their towels. Occasionally he would pass by a room with a wide open door, the occupant naked on the bunk with his ass towards the door. That was an open invitation for anyone to come in and fuck them. He decided he would have to do that on his next visit, seeing how he was mostly bottom and the idea of random guys coming in to fuck him really turned him on. There was no telling how many of them would be poz. The thought made his cock tent his towel. He saw a crowd standing outside one door at the end of the hall. It was one of the bigger rooms with a bigger bed in it. Alex got where he could see in the room and there was a minor orgy going on. 3 guys were on the bed getting plowed and the room was full of guys waiting their turns. He could tell no one had a condom on and the thought of that kept his cock rock hard. He recognized a friend, Sam, waiting in line. Sam waved Alex in so he waded through the onlookers. Even though Alex was mostly bottom, he did like to fuck occasionally and he had a nice thick cock. Sam was a friend with benefits and he greeted Alex with a hug, a deep kiss, and a squeeze on his hard cock. He took his towel off and they stood at the side, watching the 3 guys getting fucked good and watching the waiting guys keeping their cocks hard for their turns. The energy in the room was very sexual and there was a lot of verbal nastiness going along with the fucking. “Oh yeah, take my big cock!” “Love the sloppy feel of your cunt with all those loads in it.” “Gonna fucking breed you, getting so close.” The one who was about to cum was the one Alex and Sam was standing by, a stocky guy with nice muscles. He started fucking the bottom’s ass harder. He had about 6.5 inches, but he was really thick. You just knew the bottom was feeling that cock, even if it wasn’t his first for the night. “Goddamn yeah, take my fucking gift!” the stocky fucker yelled and slammed his cock home. Hearing that he was trying to poz the bottom made Alex perk up, something Sam noticed. Once the guy finished dumping his toxic load, he pulled out, grabbed his towel, and headed out of the room. Sam looked at Alex and said, “I was next, but looks like you need it worse than I do”. “Are you sure?” Alex asked. “I couldn’t help notice his little announcement about gifting really turned you on. Go ahead and shove your cock in that toxic loaded cunt and enjoy yourself. Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve fucked you, so we can both get something that makes us happy.” Sam replied. “There is one thing you need to know, though. I recently tested poz. I’m on meds, so it’s up to you. It took Alex 2 seconds to start smiling at Sam, “Fuck me, Sam!” Sam smiled back and nodded. The bottom that Alex approached was on his back, which was fine with him. He did indulge himself in a little fantasy by squatting down and licking the guy’s asshole, tasting the poz load that had just been deposited there. He stuck his tongue in and sucked some of the toxic cum out of the well fucked ass. He savoured the flavor of the fresh poz cum that had been pumped into the used asshole. He swallowed some of it and spit some out in his hand to lube up his thick cock. He lined his thick, slicked up cock with the wide open man pussy and slid all the way in. “Oh GOD yes, please fuck me! Breed me!” the bottom begged. Alex proceeded to do just that. He started a nice steady pace in the used ass. He noticed that the other 2 bottoms also had new partners by now. This was by far one of the hottest scenes he’d ever been involved in. The next thing Alex knew, he felt Sam spread his cheeks and stick his tongue up his asshole. To give him better access, Alex shoved all the way in and ground his cock around, stirring up all the cum that was in there. One load at least was poz, no telling how many others were. He started making little fuck movements, backing his hole onto Sam’s tongue, and then shoving his cock into the used cunt he was working. Next, he felt Sam’s fingers working their way in him. He pushed all the way in and started working the bottom’s eraser sized nipples, giving Sam a chance to get his poz cock inside him. Alex had become a pretty big slut the last few yrs and he liked cocks of all sizes. He loved to get stretched out and he loved a good, deep fuck. Sam had a long, thin cock, perfect for getting deep inside him. He slid his long, toxic cock halfway into Alex and then held still. Alex knew he was leaving him room to fuck himself back onto Sam, and then back into the bottom. And that’s exactly what he did. He got a good rhythm going, fucking into the load of poz cum and then fucking back onto his friend’s poz cock. Alex was in heaven. The whole scene had him so fucking worked up that he knew he wouldn’t last long. He picked up the pace going back in forth, into the ass and onto the cock. “Fuck I’m getting close,” Alex said to both guys. “I’m getting ready to breed your guts,” he told the bottom. “Yes, please fill me up with your cum. I need it!” Sam whispered to Alex that he too was getting close. “Are you ready for my poz cum in your ass? I’m gonna fill your fuck hole up with it.” “Oh fuck yes, I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna shoot and I want you to shoot too. Fucking cum in me! OH FUCK I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” Alex bellowed, shoving all the way in and shooting his cum. Sam pumped a few more times and then he also buried his poz cock to the hilt and spraying Alex’s guts with his poz jizz. Alex had never had such an intense orgasm. Knowing that he had intentionally taken poz cum up his ass took him to new heights of excitement. It also helped him make a decision. He would from now on take all the poz cum he could find with the hopes of one of those toxic loads infecting him.

For the Bottoms... Are you satisfied with just one load up your ass or do you crave more???

Hey guys, anyone recommend good places for action in either Wilmington, DE or Philly?

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

Make sure to get the red hood.

Can we safely assume that Jonas got pregnant. Hope we hear some more adventures of Fernando.

I did not know Jerry had left the room as I was only interested in fucking Nick and kissing this beautiful body and injecting my toxic loads into Nick hole.Jerry comes back in as I did not see him leave but Jerry tell me to tie off Nicks arm as Jerry has a slam for him.I look in Nick eyes as the needle in put in his arm , I see the flash of blood and then Nick is gasping for his breath as Jerry pushes me aside and grabs Nick, puts him on his stomach and tells me to tie his ankles to the bed post as Jerry spreads Nick ass cheeks and says to me you did very good but Nick hole is leaking cum and it must be push back in deep and Jerry dick can do that easy. Jerry just rams his monster dick in Jerry hole and fuck as hard and as fast as he can and Nick is moaning in pleasure now instead of the screams when Jerry first fuck Nick virgin hole. I look in Nicks face and see he is enjoying this and Jerry is grunting as his toxic load goes deep, Jerry is just laying on top of Nick till his dick is not rock hard, as he pulls out I start to clean Jerry dick off but he pushes me away as he unties Nick and gives it to Nick to clean off. Nick go to that dick like he has been a PIG all his life and when Jerry is hard again Nick hole takes another assault from Jerry. Jerry has to show Nick that no one is looking for him and his parents don’t give a shit where Nick is much less care. As Jerry bug Nick house he is shown that he parents have not called the police , his high school has not ask where Nick is. Jerry tells Nick we are the only one’s who really cares for him. After 2 weeks of this Nick is convinced we are right as we are on a time line to make Nick shows up at the 100 parts can test NEGATIVE.

An hour later there was a knock at the door. As soon as I opened it a tall skinny black man with a camera walked in. I said "What are doing here?'. He said" I'm here to film you get fucked by your gifter." He then removed all of his clothes. I could see he had the wasted look and a very large cock. My gifter came in and said "Get on your hands and knees". "We're going to be porn stars." Soon for the first time in my life I was getting filmed in the act of getting fucked. All I could do is stare at the camera man's cock. I knew then I wanted to take his cock up my ass. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me. "He said that is one of the reasons I'm here. "Your gifter said you liked getting fucked by full blown AIDS top so much that he invited me here.". Soon my gifter came. I knew that I would get fucked by a second gifter soon.

I live for all your posts on breedingzone. How I lust for such amazing hot raw fuck memories to fill my life. You sexy lucky horny bastard ? it sounds like the best fucking arrangement to ever have. ? I totally get Robert mindset hese days... I do enjoy playing the deviant daddy who gets off convincing and then whoring out a chemmed out cock hungry bubble butt college jock btm to some random tops to fuck and breed deeply before I pound his cummy boycunt with my thick slab of cock... adding a couple of my charged loads into the cumwhore while fingering some of the cum dripping out of his sweet boycunt into my own mancunt I know I may have some devious alpha top tendencies and a thick hard heavy uncut cock made to fuck cumsluts But my true calling is to have my juicy mancunt whored out to a line of hard dicked tops. Servicing them as a true manwhore and Knowing that my juicy tender mancunt is making them spew their loads deep in me ?

After unloading his last load it didn't take long for him to get hard again. I knew I had to assume the doggie position and take more of his toxic seed. As soon as I was on my hands and knees he was inserting his cock deep inside me ready to go again. Soon I could feel his cock vigorously thrusting inside my ass. That toxic cock felt really good inside me . I was so turned on that I started to jack off. It only took a few minutes before I ejaculated. My breeder said "Man you sure like this." "I like it so much I really want to do it again," I answered. "I can do that. I've got lots of loads to give you, and to be honest, it's easy to fuck you 'cause it makes ne feel dominant, and it's also a big turn on knowing that you will eventually convert, progress to full blown AIDS. So, I will make sure you fulfill your purpose as a bottom." After completing his version of a mission statement he unloaded a big toxic load inside my ass. I knew after that it was a matter of time before I converted. Which is exactly what I wanted.

PART 15 I heard Cy greet Jo Jo. They stepped outside the room and closed the door. I tried listening to their conversation but to no avail. Besides, I was trying to re-hash everything that had happened to me in the last few hours. In the midst of my review, I suddenly freaked at what I had done: allowed Cy to fuck me without a condom and unload his cum in my ass on numerous occasions; an unknown black man who had kept me high on something and had also fucked me without a condom shooting his cum in my ass; let some white guy torture me especially with a dildo that he paddled hard and then fucked me and filled me with his cum; and, now, some Latino guy named Jo Jo who had shoved his hand and forearm in my ass and eventually fucked a load of his cum in me. What the hell was wrong with me?!?!?!?!?!?! I began to hyperventilate and began to make some screeching noises as my panic level grew. Cy hurriedly pushed open the door closing it quickly behind him. He reached for me quickly holding me as best he could as he hushed and consoled me. He kept calling me babe and Jason and asking what was wrong. I couldn’t talk but only continued with my panic state for a few more minutes. Cy’s presence and voice began to calm me lasting a few minutes more. The last vestiges and images of what I had done left my mind as I focused on Cy. I whispered to him that I had become upset over what I had done since meeting him. I poured out my fears. Cy knew exactly what I needed and began soothingly to talk to me in his hypnotic voice assuring me that he was positive that I knew what I was doing and that he was positive that I was okay. He told me how proud he was of me for agreeing to the training and how well I had done. He explained he had to have the other men to train me as they had the expertise that he didn’t and he was positive that I would enjoy everything that they had done to me. He began to push me on making a decision as to whether or not that I had indeed enjoyed everything after I had learned to enjoy myself. He had me to think about everything now that he was there holding me. Then, he asked me to think once more and decide if I was positive that I had enjoyed the training or if I was positive that I had not enjoyed it. My arms longed to wrap around Cy’s neck for comfort but instead contented myself with looking deep into his eyes as he smiled down at me. In an epiphany, I realized that Cy was sincere about not having the skill to do what the three men had done to me. I realized also that this was something that Cy wanted to see me doing. I was to become some sort of actor on a stage somewhere so that Cy could get excited being a voyeur. I knew that at some time in the future Cy would arrange all of this to happen again, but he would be there to watch me. I remembered my vow to him and repeated it with absolute conviction: I would do anything that Cy wanted me to do no matter what it was. “Jason, babe, you make me so proud and you do me such an honour for trusting me on all this,” Cy whispered addictively in my ear. “I am positive . . . absolutely positive . . . that you are becoming as positive as I am. By the end of my shift, there is no doubt that you will be as positive as I am. We’ve known each other so short of a time but I feel so close to you as if you were a part of me in some way. I want so much to be a part of you . . . in a positive way. I want to be such a big positive influence on you.” Cy’s narcotic words whirled around in my head. I had a flashback when I first saw Cy last night. He looked up at me and smiled that bewitching big grin of his that mesmerised me and left me flustered. His strength drew me to him as if he had a great purpose. I knew I had a great purpose last night: explore this bath house and my sexuality which had been suppressed for so long. I looked up at Cy and as I nodded consent said, “I want to be as positive as you, Cy. Make sure I become as positive as you. I need you to be a part of me forever.” Cy kissed me lightly as he released his hold on me. He walked to the end of the sling where he stood looking down at me as he lined his thick cock up with my sore and loose hole. He had no lube but slid inside me slowly creating a great deal of friction. I was uncomfortable but I made no outward sign of my pain. It seemed like hours before Cy was fully balls deep in me. He gently grasped my nipples and began squeezing as he now withdrew his fully erect phallus. I jerked at his fingers on my still sore nipples. He began to piston his cock in and out until his speed and depth grew to such intensity that he released my nipples and began pounding until he yelled and slammed deep flooding me again. PART 16 Cy stood between my legs and trembled as the last of his cum deposit flowed into my willing ass. I looked at Cy and smiled weakly. He leaned over me to kiss me as his deflated cock slowly slipped out of my ass. I whispered to him, “Whatever you want . . . anything you tell me to do . . . all you have to do is tell me . . . I won’t say no to you . . . I need you . . . I want you to be a part of me always.” Cy winked at me and smiled that infectious white toothy grin I knew him for. I was smitten with him. The last of his cock slid out of my ass; I felt some liquid flow out as well but I didn’t care. Cy walked to my side and bent down kissing me several times. I knew I belonged to Cy. I knew he cared for me a great deal. I had figured out that Cy wanted me to “catch up” with him on different sexual appetites that he had and he wanted me to enjoy them as much as he did. From his fucking me, I knew I had passed the test he had laid out for me without telling me it was a test. I was renewed with energy now. “Jason, babe, are you sure you will do whatever I tell you to do? No questions asked? Never contradict me? Never say ‘no’ to me?” Cy cooed at me. “You don’t realize that already I am a part of you forever. Yeah, I’m . . . definitely . . . positive . . . that I am a part of you forever.” He kissed me gently. “Cy, I promise; I really do promise,” I whispered up to him with longing eyes. Cy began to unbuckle my restraints. He helped me out of the sling where I had been for almost five hours. He worked with me to regain my circulation. At last we sat on the bed with Cy’s arm around me. We sat in silence for a long time. I partially stood then knelt on the floor facing Cy. I looked up into his face with no innocence. I looked for a very long time as my brain raced through everything that I had done and most importantly everything that Cy had said to me. My thoughts began to focus on how Cy had phrased everything. “You . . . fucked me . . . without . . . a condom . . . and . . . shot your cum . . . in my ass . . . many, many, many times,” I began. “You . . . had . . . me . . . come here . . . tonight . . . to have . . . other men . . . do . . . the same . . . and to . . . do . . . other . . . things.” I paused then went on more directly. “Everything that you did . . . or arranged to do to me was to make me . . . HIV positive, wasn’t it? You deliberately infected me and had other men to deliberately infect me.” My face did not betray where I was coming from. There was no anger or outrage or betrayal in my voice. Cy looked into my face for an answer but found none. He smiled cupping his big hands around my face leaning down to me. “Yes, I fucked you without a condom and shot my cum in your ass many times. I arranged for tonight to be sure that what I started got completed and that you converted. When I saw you, I knew you were neg. I knew also I had to fuck you and that meant you wouldn’t be neg after I did. So, I had you set up tonight to make sure.” We looked at each other saying nothing. Nothing more needed to be said. Cy released his hands from my face. I slowly stood up and cautiously walked around the room. I fingered the sling. I walked back to the bed where Cy still sat. I stood before him but not too close as I was still thinking about what Cy had finally admitted and that I had just realized moments before. I leaned over grasping each of Cy’s knees in my hands. I spread his legs and knelt between them. I lifted his tumescent cock to my mouth where I swallowed it in its entirety. I nursed and suckled on it until it began to grow and expand. Not long I had to withdraw part of his cock from my mouth as it no longer would fit. I made a mental note to learn to take it all. When his cock had swollen to its largest size, I slid it carefully out of my mouth. My head lifted upwards and looked deep into Cy’s eyes and said, “You are my guru; you are my most superior teacher. I will follow you and learn everything that you tell me to learn. I will do whatever you tell me to do. I will not refuse you anything no matter the end result. You are a part of me and always will be. I will need more of you in me if I am to live. I want . . . need to be HIV positive like you.” Cy hung on every word that I said. He looked at me closely. He stood up lifting me off the floor. He wrapped his big arms around me and hugged me tightly. We kissed deeply and long. When he pulled his lips from mine, he smiled once more at me causing a narcotic rush inside of me. “From now until 5:00, you will kneel on that bed facing away from the door which will be left open. Any man who enters the room may fuck you and cum in your ass. Never look over your shoulder; you don’t care who he is or what he looks like. You only care what I look like. We are going on such a positive trip the likes of which no one will ever have. I am going to get as many poz men as I can to breed your ass full of their venom. But, I will always put the first poz load in you and the last poz load every day.” Cy said. And, from that day until now which is four years later and I’m graduating tomorrow is how Cy turned me into a poz cum hungry bottom taking any cum in my ass. I am so fortunate to have met Cy and to have an outlook on life that is so . . . positive.

LAS VEGAS - Had a cumdump bottom boy come to my hotel. He said I could invite other tops over. I wasn't having any luck until the boy texted me saying he was parking. A vers kid wanted to join and said he was 10 minutes away. I gave him the info and asked him to hurry. The cumdump came in and was excited when I told him a second cock would be breeding him. He started taking my cock and just as I was nutting in his ass there was a knock on the door. I hopped off the bed and let the next guy in. He had the cumdump suck his cock hard then bend him over and added his load. Was a good time!

And for those who don't have a wife/girlfriend: no need for wining & dining someone before you get some. Just whip out your dick, fuck and go. Totally anonymous too. Don't need to know what your name is, where you live and what you do for a living. Or maybe just your name, if you plan to return for a repeat ;-)

PART 7 I was in a narcotic state of mind feeding on the so full sensation that I was having with Cy’s giant cock speared inside me. “Yes, I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me . . . now.” “Babe, you want me to fuck you now? Right now?” I heard Cy quickly ask. “Yes. Fuck me now,” I repeated with my head spinning full of cobwebs and conflicts. I was in a turmoil but couldn’t let Cy change his mind just for a condom. Cy began to ease his swollen delivery tube further inside me. He was in no rush so that he would not shake me out of my now blissful trance. At intervals along the way to total impalement, I felt sharp pain causing me to moan loudly halting his movement. He allowed enough time for me to adjust to the discomfort before moving once more. In the interim of time which was not long, Cy found his 10 ½ inch uncut cock fully encased by my ass. My pheromones were wild! I felt Cy’s hooded massive bratwurst begin to slide from me. No more than 3 inches had been removed when I began feeling nakedly empty and began to whimper opening my eyes and raising my head. Still more of the colossus slid out of me. I whimpered plaintively trying to push back onto the receding cock. Cy would have none of it using his hands on my hips to keep me in check. My ass felt his oversized stopper of a mushroom head snuggle up to the inside of my entry hole halting Cy’s retreat. I was almost in a frenzy by now at the vacant sensation. My whines were seemingly ignored as Cy withheld himself from me driving up the demand in my brain. He knew how to create a deep need to be occupied feeling in young men such as me. When my benefactor was ready, he began once more filling the void that he had created. Slowly at a snail’s pace I felt Cy’s monster sausage re-entering my ass. Gone were the thoughts of a condom as he slid his raw now pinkish coloured boner inside me. As he did, the pricks and slices that he had created with his brush oozed with my blood coating his manhood. Minutes passed before once more I felt that filled sensation from all of him being inside me. I became sedated. As we were conjoined via his tube, Cy flexed his cock to even greater girth causing me to verbally groan loudly with contentment. Cy had to know the effect he had on men. He was an expert, and I gave thanks for having met him. All too soon, though, Cy began his withdrawal once more as I protested by using my sphincter as a trap. I clamped down hard but could not overcome his power. He continued his egress stopping as he had before. He waited until my begging finally got the better of him, and he returned inside my ass pushing his jumbo middle leg deep. I do not remember how many times Cy teased me in this fashion but I knew that time was passing. Each time when he was barely in my ass I would whine, whimper, plangent, and bemoan my emptiness only to be delayed on his return inside me until he was ready to satisfy my sexual hunger and yearning. This was all about his making me addicted to his powerful thrusting super piston. Indeed, by the time this night was over, I would be a wreck in more ways than one. And, then, my hunger began to be fed in earnest. Cy became more generous with his powerful sex piston. He began feeding a steady and consistent diet to my ass by not stopping on his inward or outward strokes. He himself began moaning and told me how grateful he was to be allowed to do this for me. He praised how my ass felt and lamented not having met me sooner as he slowly increased his tempo of fucking. His words were heard but my brain was concentrating on the physical sensation I was feeling as the blockbuster uncut cock began to ravage my bleeding insides. Still, there was the nagging issue of no condom which grew less with each in and out stroke of his god phallus. More and more Cy revved up his powerful sex engine until soon he was punching inside me jarring my body with ever increasing pelvic slams as he kissed me again and again. Minutes passed as my joy quickened at feeling his gut wrenching prick pulverizing me. His hands now tightly held me for a greater purpose. On and on I felt his cock perform a blitzkrieg attack on me until I was finally knocked back to reality on the battering slams I felt as Cy with a single purpose fucked my ass. Still, he carried on his assault until I thought I could stand it no longer. I rose upward off the bed and grabbed a handful of the sheets beneath me digging in my knees and hands. Were it my head being so struck a concussion no doubt would have occurred. With all the grit and determination I could muster I squeezed my sphincter as hard as I could clamping down on Cy’s cock as I pitched myself backwards as he barrelled forward. Once, twice, three times I met his forward thrust with my rearward thrust. Four, five, six, seven more times we collided in magnificent coupling. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Cy screamed then bit my neck as he battered his way deep inside me stopping as the ball nectar flowed so freely and abundantly from his piss slit flooding my insides like a tsunami. PART 8 Cy continued to unleash more of his cum into my ass as he held his magnificent breeding tool deep inside me. Each salvo created another heavy wave of his ball honey that flew through his blood engorged love shaft filling more of my intestine. The thick coating of DNA reached several of the cuts and openings that Cy had made with his brush. Infrequently but consistently, Cy would pull backwards on his toxic waste delivery system so that some of his poison swimmers would be spilled into unfettered areas then once more push forward smearing his juice waste into the open cuts assuring their absorption by his blood covered dispenser. He knew how to be as effective as he could. Some info he had surmised based on what he had learned from the medical community. He much later taught me his techniques and perfected skills. My education would be complete in many ways but this education came without a degree. All I cared about at this very moment was how he made me feel as he poured millions and millions of his man milk into my ass. I was sweating, gasping for air, trembling, and feeling as if I had won a billion dollar lottery. I was elated beyond description. Cy carefully slid us down onto the mattress where he lay on top of me covering me; I felt to be in such a protective position. He nuzzled my neck as he soothingly murmured into my ear, “Oh, Jason, you are so special. You were great; I can’t believe that you have never been fucked before because of how well you took me. I am positive . . . that this is the best fuck I have ever had. You are so special to me letting me pop your man cherry. I want so much to fuck you again and again and fill you full of my love juices. You do want me to fuck you again, don’t you Jason? Do you want me to positively fill you many times with my cum, baby?” He accentuated each of his lines with licking my neck or ear. I had never felt so complete, excited, sexually aroused, whole or wanted and was undoubtedly filled to an overflowing measure with addictive lust for this man. In the recesses of my mind, I knew what we had done was wrong; oh, so very wrong. I didn’t care. This was Cy. He had made everything so clear. He had explained everything to me. It was sensible. He was so sure of himself. Everything that he told me had been true. I gathered my thoughts. “Cy, I never imagined I could feel like this. You have been so good to me. If it were any other man but you, I would never have let him fuck me without a condom. You have been so truthful to me explaining everything. I am so grateful you are the man, who popped my cherry and took my virginity from me, no, I gave it to you willingly. You feel so good inside me. I want you to fuck me as much as you will and will never ask you to use a condom. I know I can trust you. You have had such a positive influence on me,” I whispered back to him. “Oh, baby doll, you have no idea, Jason, how much you mean to me. I want to breed you all day long and fill you full of my nut juices. And, I want you to promise me always that when I do you will always lay on your stomach afterwards so that all of my cum will drain as far inside you as possible. That way there is less chance that any of it will slip out of you. I want us to be so very connected and joined together. Right now I feel as if I’m in a holy place and want to worship you for what you have given me tonight,” he cooed into my ear. “I have such positive thoughts about you and me right now. Oh, such wonderful . . . thoughts . . . and all so very positive.” Cy’s words wooed me into such a sense of loyalty and dependence. I knew he would be in my life forever. I took such comfort and felt so safe. We lay there for a long time just basking in the afterglow of such a glorious sexual mating. No doubt the actual deed that Cy had intended had been done. Still, I was content and ready for more. Soon, I felt an awakening inside me as Cy’s anal impaler began to stir stretching itself once more to its former great size. We both began to follow the lead given us by his monster. Our path was much the same only this time we lay on the bed. This time Cy took a long time finishing our coupling ritual and filling me again with a huge load of his cum but he did. There was more pain this time as the numbing agent had worn away I figured out later. I was determined though not to make any utterance of discomfort. In fact, by the time Cy was spraying his second load of toxic waste inside me, I was revelling in how the pain felt. It acted as if an aphrodisiac to me. What my brain told me was I needed Cy to fuck me and fill me with his wonderful jism. When we finally separated and sat back against the wall on the bed, I was stunned and shocked to see that Cy’s cock was smeared with red streaks. I looked panic stricken at him. He wrapped his safe arms around me and assured me that everything was okay—I was okay. That any time a cherry gets popped, there is a little blood. He told me soothingly to trust him. I did.

Been a while since I've touched this one, but a new chapter is in the works.

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

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

fuck yes love all the topics i flushed my meds today and want other strains etc, love the tin party boy look

Got fucked and bred by three different guys in a bar in Palm Springs last night. Fucking hot. Walked out of the place with cum dripping down my legs.

I kinda discovered this trick by accident, and maybe it works differently on others, but I find I open up in a big way based on my lube. Petroleum jelly alone keeps me reasonably tight and pistonable for the smaller guys that fuck me. But when I add a silicone or water based lube after the petroleum jelly, I have to force my hole shut so my boyfriend call feel my ass walls. And my bf is easily 9" long, 6.5 to 7 around. He pulls out and can see the gape, but it happens more with double lube.

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

I'm so fucking horny, and I need poz cock in my ass. This chapter is dedicated to PartyandBreed. CHAPTER 8: I woke up late the next morning, Mike’s body next to mine fast asleep, and my hand resting on my piss-hard cock. I pull on it a few times, but realize there’s no way my balls are getting any relief with my bladder so full of piss. I pull back the blanket and sheet from my naked body doing my best not to wake Mike – I think he needs the rest after last night. I have no idea know how many loads Mike took last night, but I know he was exhausted driving back. Those thoughts need to wait, though, I need to piss now! I quickly get up, as much as I’d love to hose Mike down, I don’t need to piss in the bed. Standing at the toilet, my cock pulsing, I’m trying, but I can't push it down far enough to go. I try sitting, and still, with the raging stiffness of my cock, no matter how far I push, my bladder simply won't release its golden nectar from this angle. “FUCK!”, I scream out in my head. I get in the shower, and attempt to relax, my cock standing rock hard against my pubes, my balls tight against the base, and ... “ohhhhh… ohhh yea” ... it starts. It feels so nice to relieve the pressure. My balls are aching I’ve had to piss so bad. The hot liquid begins as a dribble, and then grows steadily into ‘Old Faithful’. The strong, hard stream is soon showering my chest, and eventually over my head. The golden stream cascades over my body, covering me in my own special salty, pungent, and dark yellow brew; it smells, but fuck, it feels so good to let it out. I quickly take a shower to rinse, and dry off, then I wish I hadn’t – the thought of my body covered in piss makes my cock return to full mast. I get back into the bedroom, and look at Mike, still fast asleep. “Screw him”, I think, I seriously intend to take care of this swollen prick. I pull open the drawer of the nightstand and grab the bottle of Gun Oil Mike and I usually use to fuck. I think, “This morning it will just have to be me”. I’m just about ready to flog my cock when the doorbell rings. “Who the fuck?”, I wonder. I look at Mike, he’s almost sweet and innocent when he’s sleeping … but, he’s still sleeping. Irritated, I make my way to the living room, not bothering to put anything on, my heavy, hard cock bouncing around violently with each step. When I get to the door and peep out the hole I see Chris and instantly a smiles comes over my face, and precum forms at the tip of my cock. I open the door. "Fuck, it's cold this morning, babe", he says as the door opens, and a blast of chilly air hits my dick like a ton of bricks. I quickly let him, “Are you always so fucking hot!", adding, “You should always answer the door this way”. He cups his cold hands under my balls, "Wow, … whoa dude!", I yelp, as I jump back from his freezing touch, "Watch the boys; they hate the cold!" He grabs my face and pulls me toward him; our lips meet, and Chris’ tongue is instantly in my mouth. His clothes are cold though, and against my naked skin, even though that magical tongue of his is stoking my furnace. I can feel his denim-clad hard cock pressing against me as our kiss lingers. I grab his ass, pull him in closer, and crush my hard-on filled crotch against that pent up poz cock. "Fuck, babe, I’m so fucking horny to breed you right now!", he says, pulling his mouth from mine, and looking me straight in the eyes. The eye contact, punctuated with kisses, says what we’re both thinking; we both want more of his poz cock and cum inside me right now. A small groan escapes me as he pushes me hard against the wall and the kissing continues, his tongue invading my mouth, before I can say or do anything. He lifts my legs and I fall into him, and as he’s cradling me in his arms, he carries me up to my bedroom. Our mouths are locked in a deep French kiss the entire way – our tongues in a battle to the death. As we enter the room I see Chris’ eyes wonder and I turn my head to look – Mike is still fast asleep, “Guess he’s worn out”, Chris says with a grin between kisses. Ignoring Mike he throws me on the bed, and I bounce from the force. I look over at Mike, but so far nothing. "Show me that ass, babe; get those fucking legs in the air, spread your hole for me," Chris roars in his most commanding voice. I pull my legs up and wrap my arms around my knees, exposing my hairless hole to him. He pushes my ass up further in the air with his hands, and his mouth plunges into my asshole, I feel his tongue sinking deep inside me. Right now I couldn’t give one fuck if we wake Mike. “Oh fuck … oh fuck … eat my hole! Oh fuck yea I want it”, “yea", his only response as I’m moaning loudly from the feeling of his tongue darting in and out of my ass. Chris is making me crazy, "Eat my ass Chris; Fuck yea, that's it, fucking me with that tongue!" He is, and the faucet of precum between my legs is leaking all over me. A big dollop drops into my open mouth and I savor it as he continues. Obviously wanting more, he pushes me up further, and his mouth devours my ass like a starving man at a buffet. The shift in my body causes my hard wet cock to fall even more directly over my face, and, with some concerted, long strokes the precum flows right onto my tongue. I’m savoring my cock's emissions, as the clear gooey liquid slides over my tongue and I gulp it down my throat. Part of me wishes this was Mike’s precum I’m eating, but I’m horny, and I’m well and good at eating my own right this moment. Chris’ face is wet and greasy looking when he pulls his mouth off my ass. His tongue wiping his mouth clean in one swipe, as he looks at me lustfully, then smiles. That's when I reach up and grab onto his shirt and pull him into me. Our mouths meet, as do our tongues, and the kiss is passionate, yet masculine; another lover’s kiss. I spread my legs wide, as his clothed body falls into mine. I can feel his weight on my naked frame – his groin pushing into mine. That cock of his humping into me with a simulated fucking motion from his hips, our kiss is still strong, and I’m holding onto him tighter than before – I may be falling for Chris. He jerks his lips from mine and in one quick motion, gets up off my body, and is standing next to the bed. His hands frantically working the buttons of his dark red collared shirt. I reach up, grabbing his belt to assist, and work it out of its buckle. As his shirt opens and his hot chest is exposed, I’m able to see the elastic ribbing of his boxers, I start to salivate and that drives me to continue working on his pants. Finally, he’s standing there, only in those boxer shorts; I smirk at the “It isn’t gonna suck itself” verbiage printed over the front of them. He gives me his best “I’m gonna breed you” eyes and I grab at the tented cloth feeling his hard, thick girth of cock. I pull the boxers from his body, suddenly realizing I need that poz cock more than I knew. He’s hard, and its standing up past his pubes, snaking its way toward his belly button. Chris must be seriously horny for my ass, there’s already a small clear bubble of pre-cum oozing out of the slit. I get a moan from him as I lean forward, and lick it up, wiping my lips with the tip of his cock. With a gentle, but firm push, he pushes me backward, and we both fall to the bed. His naked body now against mine, his positive cock touching my neg cock. “I might be poz now”, my mind starts to wonder and he can see the conflict on my face. “You ok babe … you with me?”, he asks. “I’m good … I was just … I was …”, “Wondering if you were poz…”, another voice quickly interjects, its Mike. We both look at him like we’ve just been caught fucking on his Mom’s “good sofa”. My stern look turns to one of slight worry. “Did I really get infected with HIV?”, I think. Mike doesn’t hold out and grins at the both of us – raising his eyebrows for effect. He then produces the two envelopes from last night’s shenanigans and hands the one with my name on it to me. This is almost killing my moment with Chris but when will ever be the right time? “Find out at the same time?”, he asks. I look at him, still not certain but I nod, “Just open the top flap enough to see the color, don’t show us yet”, he says. We both, as privately as is possible, peel back the top of the envelope. I’m pretty sure neither one of them can see the color of my card – I can’t see Mike’s. Then, just in that second, Mike folds his envelope flap down and simple says, “Ok”, and sets the envelope back down without saying another word. Chris and I just look at him incredulously, with eyes that say, “WELL!?”. He doesn’t say a word and simply gives us both a cryptic smile. I groan and push the flap of my envelope down, sitting my envelope down on my side of the bed without saying a word. Chris is sitting on top of me hot and horny, I want him so much right now, “FUCK!” comes out of my mouth and I kiss him, our tongues immediately in each others mouths. I grind my crotch into him to let him know I’m in the mood to be fucked rather than play games. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his ass, exposing my asshole to his cock, until I could feel the tip of that large, poz cock head pressing against the lips of my asshole. In the matter of just a few seconds we are ignoring Mike again, and those pesky envelopes, and return to the sex at hand. He presses against me slightly, and my body stiffens, as the large girth of his cock finds its way into my body. Honestly, I’m still a little sore from last night, and I know what’s coming. I know the couple of minutes will be a little uncomfortable until it turns into an incredibly hot fuck. I can see Mike watching us, jacking off, but I’m focused on Chris and what he intends to share with me. I hold my breath as the full length of his huge cock penetrates my ass. When he’s completely inside of me, he stays there motionless for a moment, other than his tongue, which is doing its best to touch every spot on the inside of my mouth. With all 8.5 inches of him inside me, precum is now free-flowing from my cock again and its going all over me, him, the bed … everywhere; the fucking has barely started and I’m completely wet. Slowly, his hips begin to stir, and his cock moves slightly. "Oh yea, fuck me Chris! Fucking breed me" I moan, as he pushes and pulls ever so slightly against my ass lips. The discomfort is gone and I begin to gyrate my hips, desperate to get my ass pumped full with another load of that unmedicated cum. I know my status now, at least according to last night’s test, “Chris please fuck me… please”, I moan. I’m ready for him to dump another big load in me before I show either one of them, though. Chris responds to my movements immediately, plunging his mammoth cock deep inside me, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Ahhhhhhhh…..”, causing me to scream out with pain, it hurts, but it hurts so good. Chris’ enormous poz dick is so far up my ass right now, I can nearly feel him pressing against my bladder. “Ahhhhhh…. So good… so fucking good”, he moans. Chris isn’t fooling around, he’s horny, and he intends to give me a hard ride. He’s pumping his hips rapidly up and down in my ass filling me; I can feel his fuck tube, hard and tight, hitting my ring. His heavy balls slap my ass cheeks, and make that skin-on-skin sound with each thrust of his hips. Fuck his balls are huge, just like his cock, and I know they are full of his virus – the same virus he intends to plant in my ass. They hang well below the base of his cock, in a large hair-covered sack, which is swinging wildly now, as his body rocks against mine. “Ohhhhhh fuck … fuck me Chris, breed me … fucking breed me”, we both groan as his big poz dick pummels my asshole. “FUCK!! Give it to me Chris … gimme more of that unmedicated load … fucking poz my hole”, I blurt out. “Fuck yea!”, I hear Mike moaning as he’s jacking off, he’s getting off to our sex. I think Mike has been trying to get me poz for a long while now, and him jacking off, listening to be beg for the bug confirms it. He sticks a finger into his precum and reaches over feeding it to me. An “Mmmmmm” escapes my lips as I lap up his fluids. Chris is such an intent top, you can see it on his face, its as if he’s concentrating on an algebra test. All he can do is pant and try to breathe, as he works up a load to pump from his body into mine. I know Chris is intent on being my gifter, we kind of established that last night. I have no intention of stopping him from fucking me full of his HIV; I’ve become a bug chaser. I feel his cock begin to swell larger, his balls working hard to fill me with a large gushing load of white hot toxic male seed. It’s so hot thinking that Chris and I are not just fucking we are intentionally trying to infect me with HIV; this is clear to us. A few months or so ago I might have been nervous about all of this but Mike convinced me to go bareback with Chris, Mike convinced me to take that first poz load, and Mike convinced me to take loads at his conversion party. When I’m HIV+ Mike will be as responsible for my infection as Chris or anyone else. Here we are like a lot of times before it, Chris fucking my ass, and Chris about to share a load of infected semen with me. I subconsciously mouth the words, “He stopped taking his medication”, as he’s banging my ass, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck! FUCK!! FUCK!!”, I cry out loud as I think about that. “Did…”, I start to speak but cut myself, “…you do that just for me”. “Did what babe?”, I hear Chris. “Just fuck me… fuck me Chris, give me that load”, I speak up so I don’t have to explain all the thoughts bouncing around in my head. My musings haven’t registered with him and I can tell by his groans that the sex is bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Ahhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh… babe….. oh fuck…. So close”, he moans out. One final hard thrust and his cock begins to spew its toxic load deep inside my ass. I can feel the warmth of his sperm coating my insides as he squirts deep. "OH FUCK YEA!!! FUCK!!! FUCKING TAKE IT!!”, Chris screams, as the load pumps into me. I keep grinding my hips into him, wanting him to spray paint every square inch in my rectum with that special spunk. When his hips stop gyrating into me, and he seems spent, I’m going to milk him for every last drop. I love the feeling of his huge cock in me, just resting, knowing he’s dumped his cargo. Even as he’s just laying there, that fat cock motionless inside me, I’m in total bliss. I know Chris just sent another infected load from his body into my accepting body. I’ve become a poz cum receptacle for him. Chris falls on top of me exhausted. My legs are still tightly wrapped around him, and for at least a moment or so, his wet cock remains lodged in me. I wrap my arms around him; and, with one quick jerk, I spin us around, until I’m lying on top of him. His eyes open instantly, as he looks up at me. I push myself up, until I’m on my knees, as I sat on his crotch. My cock is hard and leaking, sticking straight up against my bare pubic bone, as I look down at my sexy gifter. His cock is still wedged in me, but I can feel it shrinking. I pulls myself free from his cock, and lean forward, my precum making a huge mess on this chest. It’s at that moment Mike perks up, “Don’t move babe … time for round two”, he says. Mike hops up and moves so his legs are over Chris’, he intends to breed me, with me hanging over Chris’s body. Mike groans, “Ahhhhhhhhhh… hang … hang… ahhhhhhhhhh … yeah”, and the cock of the other man I love glides easily into my cummy ass. “Ohhhhh fuck yeah”, I moan, ignoring Chris for a moment, even though I know I’m soaking him in precum. I feel four sets of hands on my body, Mike pushing me down and forward a bit, so he can more easily ride me. I kiss Chris and moan against him as Mike starts to ride my ass. “Ahhhhhhhh…. Fuck yeah, … breed me Mike … fucking breed me … fucking …”, I moan but he’s interrupts, “Ahhhhh…. So good … don’t move”. I feel something odd like paper on my back and then he’s holding an envelope in front of my face, “That’s you babe”, but I can’t open it as I’m using both hands to brace myself. “Chris … please”, I groan. Chris grabs the envelope from Mike. Mike’s fucking motions have almost stopped, he’s all the way in though, and I can feel his cock throbbing. Chris opens the envelope, looks at it, and then pulls out a blue card holding it up for me. The card reads, “NEG” in big, white letters. I’m not entirely surprised, but my only response is a meager, “k”. My mind wonders and now I want to know what’s on Mike’s card. I squeeze down on hiss cock to remind him I’m still impaled on his dick and I still expect to be bred. Mike holds another envelope in front of my face ... “Mine”, he says, “He’s such a drama queen sometimes”, I think. He holds completely still, opening the envelope. He hands the card to Chris, and pulls out, and pushes back into me hard. I still can’t see the card, but Mike wasted no time in returning his focus to my ass. Then Chris let’s out a, “Fuck yea!” and slowly turns the card around to show me, its red and reads, “HIV+”. I wrap my hand around my hard cock, and stroke more of my leaking pre-cum from my shaft onto Chris’ chest. It’s oozing from the slit, and mixing with the hairs on his chest. Chris is now watching me intently as Mike picks up the pace. I tighten up my ass muscles to resist some until the head plunges all the way into my asshole. He pulls back and gives several quick, hard pumps and I jump as pushes hard and the head of his now poz cock is completely swallowed into my dark warm hole. “FUCK!”, I moan, “FUCKING breed me Mike!”. I know Mike gets fucked a lot, and probably took loads from everyone last night, but I also know he loves hot verbal and my begging is definitely working. Mike wanted to be infected, and now he is; and now he’s trying to give it to me. Good luck to him … I think Chris has already punched that ticket for me, but that shouldn’t stop me from goading Mike into a wild fuck. “I want it Mike … I want this … I want it so bad … fuck me”, I moan into Chris’ face as he’s leaning up to kiss me. “Fuck yea … pozzing my first hole”, I don't want to move around too much, I just want him to go for it and breed me deep. My asshole relaxes around the his cock as he’s pounding me. Mike pulls almost all the way out, fucking me with short, rough jabs, then his cock sinks deeper into my asshole, until my pelvic bone is nearly shoved up tight up against Chris’ face. Mike's cock is rock hard, filled with poz blood, I know very soon I’m getting my second load of unmedicated poz sperm this morning. I’m so fucking horned up from Chris, and now Mike, working me over that my cock and my mouth are drooling. Chris leans up to me and some of my drool literally goes right into his mouth. “Ahhhhhhh… ahhhhhh… fuck I love that ass babe”, Mike moans, as Chris and I start kissing again. Chris’ hands move from my chest to my hips and his grip helps my legs tighten up and keep me stable as Mike lays into me hard and heavy. I know Mike is intent on trying to poz me, so I reach back, pulling him deeper into me. I want his load, I know I’m ready for a serious breeding, and I want to be sure he knows it too. “Do it Mike … fucking nail me … fucking knock me up”, I start speaking directly into Chris’ open mouth. Mike grabs my hips and the pace of the fucking picks up. I look at Chris’ sexy face, with his brown hair, Mike is pumping my ass up and down. My cock is all over the place between Chris’ nipples … my precum is slinging out all over the place in small threads as my asshole puts a death grip on Mike’s poz fuck stick. Mike begins to moan out loudly ... "OH FUCK YEA! FUCK! OH FUCK ! HARD! JUST FUCKING LOVE THAT ASS KEVIN, FUCKIN’ LOVE THIS!!!" He goes on and on, as his cock violates my insides. Part of me feels like I’m riding his cock almost like a cowboy from Texas riding a wild bull. I plant my hands further into the bed, and push my ass back against his cock, causing our fuck to be even harder; all while trying to kiss Chris. At one point, I think my bed is going to collapse, we’re bouncing on it so hard. Mike moves his hands down, and is pushing his body up to mine, he’s fucking his cock down into my ass. Mike is jackhammering me, trying to get his seed in as deep as he can. We fuck like that for a while with him fucking me hard like the fucking pig sluts that we were. I haven’t even cum once; I'm not even sure if Mike cares, but my cock is rock hard, as he’s plunges in and out of my stretched hole over and over. I move my face into Chris’ neck, my ass high in the air waiting and wanting his poz load as he rides that hole. "Oh Fuck, baby; OH FUCK! I’m going to cum ... HARD!!", he says lashing out at my back, and I do my best to grip his cock tighter with my ass. I move my face into a kiss with Chris and his hands find my the steel girder between my legs. That last bit triggers something in both of us, because we begin to buck like animals, pounding away on each other, his cock slamming into his ass, hitting faster and deeper. “UHhhhhhhhhh…… uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. “, I hear him, his orgasm coming fast. Then it happens, his cock begins to pump massive loads of freshly infected HIV+ jizz into my wet, well-fucked hole. It’s fucking wild; I can feel his balls tighten up as they pump, spewing huge globs of cum. Its amazing that Mike literally just found out he’s HIV+, and now the first poz load he spills is being jettisoned from his cock slit, deep into the darkness of my body. I swear if Mike cums any harder I’m going to taste his jizz. “Ahhhhhhhhhh……Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Oh fuck”, I’m screaming, my knotting up like a dogs, filled with my babies, until I’m ready to explode with force. The first shot of my cum rockets over Chris’ head splattering against the headboard and wall behind us. It hits hard, with enough force to hear it, and immediately begins to stream down toward the floor. My second and third shots land on Chris’ face, mouth and chest, causing my spunk to puddle in large amounts on his body. It seems like a lot, but I know from experience my balls have a lot more cum to produce, especially with me still being impaled on Mike’s dick. Thinking that my cock is going to start spewing cum all over the sheets, I grab my erupting cock, and aim the rest towards Chris’ mouth. He gets it and instantly, his mouth and lips are covered in my hot, white, and creamy load; which he licks and swallows down greedily, not realizing that the torrent of liquid from my balls isn't going to end soon. As my cock continues to lose its load, we all grip each other in the throws of the orgasms. I know Chris’ stomach is drowning in my boys and my ass is drowning in sperm from both of them, even though Mike’s seed might be more potent at the moment. Finally, when the orgasms pass, we all collapse, side by side, naked. Our soft cocks are lying on top of our stomachs and we’re drenched in sweat, drained, and exhausted. I’m trying desperately to catch my breath. "Fuck that was so hot”, I hear Mike as he looks over into my eyes. I can’t wait for them to fuck me again.

Sunday and Thursday. Sunday looked to be one of those quiet Sundays. I only had an appointment at 4pm to walk a new guy through the procedures and paperwork for the organization I volunteer for. I go online to check what's new on PlanetRomeo and after a few minutes I get a message from a guy I hooked up with a few times. Hadn't heard from him in a while. He lives only a few blocks away. Was I horny? He and a fuckbud had a date with a bottom but the guy cancelled at the last minute. I was horny and figured I had plenty of time before my appointment since he's a pump and dump sorta guy and I had enjoyed the times before. Cleaned and went over around 2pm. Well, that took a lot longer than I expected. Don't know what they were on but they were on a roll. Both took turns fucking me for quite a while, then dumped loads in me and went for sloppy seconds which took even longer. Rushed my cumfilled and poppered up ass home for my appointment and didn't have time to change or clean up. My appointment is at the door not even 10 minutes later. I open it and....sheepish grins all around. A hook up who fucked me more or less anon (saw him of course but didn't know his name) about two weeks ago. Not so anon anymore now with his name, address, email and tel.no in my file. Big hairy guy in his early 40s. Anyway I invite him in and get the paperwork to go through. But there is a high sexual tension in the air. I keep seeing him squeezing his bulge (I remember his fat dick and big lowhanging balls). He says he recognized the address/building but couldn't remember the number. I try to focus on the job at hand but he starts making references to our fuck and the tension rises. Then he asks me if I had any hook ups recently. I tell him about the loads in my ass and that was the end of the paperwork. Ended up with me bent over the couch and him eating my ass before pumping a load in it and then again another one on the floor. He left and said we'd finish the paperwork later. That was last night. We finished it alright and he finished again in my ass. Twice. I sucked him clean after that. Thought I maybe could squeeze another load out him but that was it. I emailed the lady who arranges the work schedule I need to work closely with this guy to get him up to speed. Well, he DID tell me he would enjoy working with me. LOL!

Hey Rawtop, go ahead and add me to your list. With TIM it was more of a documentary of what I loved to do with other guys, so hardly a 'star.' But certainly did enjoy stepping up what I did in sex parties to a whole new level with a lot more hung tops, really hot and cum-hungry bottoms and perfect sex settings.

HI I am a (kinda) regular at these parties. I like to go there as a mare and always choose the red mask. There are many helpers there during the party who regularly come by to ask if you need something (to drink, toilet) or would like to be led outside to relax your well stretched hole. If you are wearing a white mask, the helpers also check to see that the top is wearing a rubber when penetrating you. I have always felt very safe and the helpers have always been more than helpful. I honestly think they genuinely care. The mask is just a cloth that is wrapped around your head to ensure you can't see anything, but readily allows you to take a sniff on the popper bottle. I hope to get back there soon. Have fun. I hope you have a good time, and get many loads! Tino.

Part 7 Mitch lay face down on the bed while the new man pounded into his muscular ass, moaning as he took the strangers cock. Coach grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head up. "Get a close up of the faggot quarterbacks face!" he ordered me. I turned the camera on Mitch's beautiful face, his blue eyes glazed in lust, his mouth gaping open as he moaned loudly. "Look at the camera whore!" he demanded Mitch. "Show me how much you love being whored out. How much you like cock in your fag hole!" Mitch just grunted as he was plowed deep and hard. Soon the man was pumping another load of cum deep inside Mitch's perfect, young ass. Coach just smiled as he made another notch on Mitch's load tally. The man pulled out of the wet hole and stuck his cum covered cock in Mitch's mouth, forcing him to clean it off. Then without a word he left. The next two men arrived shortly and wasted no time putting the jock to use. One guy sat on Mitch's face, planting his hairy hole firmly on the quarterbacks mouth while he held his ankles in the air. The other guy rammed his hardon right up his exposed hole, causing Mitch gasp and fight for air as the first guy ground himself into Mitch's mouth. Coach noticed Mitch's rock hard cock straining in his sweaty jockstrap and laughed. "Looks like my whore REALLY enjoys the treatment he's getting! I guess tonight won't be his only working night! Maybe I should sell his sevices to some opposing players! Im sure there would be guys lining up to humiliate him!" Mitch just shuddered as another load was dumped into him. Thats how the night went. Man after man showed up for their chance to fuck a prime piece of college jock. Some guys spanked him, slapped him, spit on him. His nipples were pinched and abused. His throat and ass were raped mercilessly, and many loads were pumped into him. A couple times my face was pushed into his stretched out sloppy hole as I was forced to suck out the cum. Coach just watched while I filmed it all. By the end of the night Mitch was a worn out mess. Cum dried in his hair and on his face. Copious amounts dripped out of his flaming, red hole. The tally on his back reached 27. As Mitch lay on the bed, completely fucked out,coach climbed between his legs and lifted them in the air, sliding his hard, black cock into the teenagers thoroughly busted ass. Mitch just moaned in pain at this final intrusion. "You were a good whore tonight boy! The men were all pleased." coach said as he spit into Mitch's open mouth. "I told your boyfriend you would be fucked senseless tonight. You wont be walking right for a few days!" Mitch just grunted as he was pounded hard one last time. "Jerk off boy!" coach ordered him. "I know you want to cum! Your are a pathetic fag, born to serve men. Prove it. Shoot your load queer!" An exhausted Mitch grabbed his thick 9 inches and stroked, quickly shooting a huge load all over his chest and stomach while his ass muscles clenched around coach's throbbing dick, sucking one more load deep in his burning ass. "Ohhh fuck boy! You slut! Take it! Thats number 28! You are now an official cumdump!" After he came, coach pulled out and gathered his belongings, taking the camera from me. "You can stay here, the room is paid for till 11 am. Don't check out late or else!" With that, coach left. I got a hot washcloth and started cleaning Mitch off, wiping the dried cum as best I could. He just lay there, unmoving. "Cole," he finally started, "coach is right. I enjoyed it. Why am I so fucked up?" "Shh...don't talk, just rest." "I know you liked it too. Every time I looked at you, you were hard. You liked watching me be a whore." I blushed, not knowing what to say exactly. "It's ok," he whispered. "I don't blame you." He pulled me into him and started kissing me. "Fuck me Cole, I want you to give me one last load. Your load." I couldn't resist the man I loved and gently inserted my hard cock into his abused, cum filled hole. "Don't be gentle man!" he said with renewed energy. "Fuck me dude! I can take it! Coach may think I'm his whore, but it's you I care about." I gave him what he asked for, kissing him passionately while I pounded his loose, wet hole, quickly adding one last load into his sucking ass. "I love you." I whispered as we drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

For some reason I was super horny last night ... I NEEDED to get fucked and to make a guy choke on my load. Spent a few hours texting a few friends (no nothing sexual) while browsing a few sites. Got lucky with a hot and hung black guy off bbrt. He said he's really into extremely rough / rape scenes and anon. Okay ... my hole was twitching. I already know what his body looks like ... very muscular and ripped. We met at Rock Creek Park off P St NW ... as instructed I wore basketball shorts and a jock. I texted him once I made it to an empty part of the trail ... about 2 minutes later he approached me. Haha he was the most rough and dominant top I've had to date. No pleasantries ... he whipped out his dick, grabbed the back of my head, and forced his entire extremely thick 9-inch BBC down my throat. I fell to my knees it was so sudden. I had prepped by hitting my poppers but man, he was truly raping my throat lol. The more I choked, the harder he fucked my face. After a bit, he spun me around and bent me over a tree. At least he rimmed me for a few minutes. He then threw a blanket on the ground ... then threw me on it, face down. He held me down by placing his weight on my back and without warning he slammed in my ass in one quick thrust. Damn,I started to scream lol so I started biting on the blanket. Tried crawling away, but he didn't have that. Held me down with one hand, and tightly grabbed my hips with the other. "You ain't going no where bitch ... I'm tearing up this ass." Mmm yes. He was rough and dominant, just how I like it. After a few minutes he commented that I was bleeding ... so he pulled out, wiped off a bit of spit, lube (I was prepared!), and precum ... and rammed back in. He finally flooded my hole after about 20 minutes of fucking. "Get ready for my surprise, whore. About to flood this ass with my load". Fuck yeah ... He slammed in balls deep and I felt him thicken and unload. I still wanted to cum, so I turned around, threw him to the ground, and started fucking his face. Used my hands to hold him down to the ground. I didn't last long, about 5 minutes ... so hot feeling my hole drip with cum. I ordered him to tighten his grip on my dick just at the tip, and I unloaded a massive load. He started choking, and I simply slammed the rest of my dick down his throat while saying, "Swallow if you want to breath." Swallow he did. I rarely hook up with someone more than once, but he's definitely an exception.

Was extremely horned up yesterday. The gym only made it worse. My dick was raging in my NP jock. There was this furry fucker who was barely dressed on the tread. His cock was bouncing as he ran which caused my hole to twitch. I was changing later and saw he was in the locker room. I walked up and asked if he had a good run and he motioned to my cock and said he thinks I did. We started some small talk and he reached over and pulled me close and asked if I wanted to follow him home. When I said yes, he forced his tongue in my mouth and slid a hand down my shorts and two fingers in my chute. When we got to his place, he stopped me right inside the front door, pulled my shorts down, spat on my hole, then his cock and started to force his head in. I bent over and forced myself back on him. He started jackhammering my ass and came seconds later. He stayed in me and said "now you can come in." He pulled out and took off the rest of his clothes. I followed suit. He showed me around while his finger working his load in deeper the entire time. We sat on the sofa and a few minutes later I was sitting on his lap with a dick up me. We fucked all afternoon. 4 loads and I was a happy man. When I was getting ready to leave he asked if I had to go and asked if I wanted to play a tad longer. My shorts came back off and while bent over the sofa, he grabbed his laptop and rested it on my back. Cock lodged in me, he started searching for more guys. Asked if I really wanted to be loaded up. Of course I did. An hour later, 6 more guys where there. 4 hours later I had been fucked and loaded by a total of 8 guys and my hole was puffed out and dripping 17 loads, not counting the 4 from earlier, and my beard was matted w cum from cleaning off all the rods. When I was leaving my new furry gym buddy kissed me goodbye and slid a huge plug in me so I didn't leak on the way home. I just woke up and the plug is still buried. My beard is crunchy and smells like a sex club. I'm giving the plug more time to let those loads soak in. Fuck, typing this out, smelling the sex on me has caused me to get rock hard and would love another round or ten.

Same pig top from Thursday's 6 hour fist and fuck session hit me up today for my ass. I had a bad weekend- 2 different bath houses, and both left me without even a single load. And then yesterday-not a single fuck all day long. So I was in a bad mood and had actually eaten a big meal last night, and then he calls today.FUCK! Worked like a SOB to hose out as deep as I knew I would need to be- he was coming in 2 hours. I scrambled, and had some disasterous flushes, but then--it flushed clean, the crampy feeling was gone, and I knew I was ready. He showed up right on time,i ate his cock as he undressed. Moaning and content with my efforts, he began in on my hole, and quickly had his cock and balls all up inside me. Over the next 5 hours, I had just about everything he could find in my hole- his fist to mid arm, cock and balls, piss, at one point his foot ( in a latex glove--don't think he was expecting me to take him up on it--but I had the pleasure of watching his eyes as I ate the toes, then slid on down onto the arch of his foot--once it was seated, I began fucking myself with it--he just had this huge ,wide eyed look on his face. At another point, about 3 hours in to play ( and a rum and coke and some water later) he needed to piss- I was already in the sling and he had been fisting and fucking me- so I had him unhook the leg straps from the front end of the sling and winch my legs way up and back to the rear chains-pointing my ass to the ceiling.Once in position, he then pulled a chair up to the sling, stood on it, and pushed his cock into my gaped hole, and let it flow. When he was done, he pushed an inflatable butt plug up into my hole, pumped it as large as it would go, then got side tracked and left me upside down-his piss running deeper and deeper into me. Finally let me down, and we headed out to the outdoor patio so I could let the piss out and onto him--except---when the plug came out and he was under me waiting for the piss shower--nothing came out. i was finally able to spray him with my own piss. He used my hole for another 45 minutes before having to head back to his home. And I still have not had his piss stream out- I guess it is absorbed into my guts now-- so it is time to head to the local leather bar for underwear night.. and maybe an offer to top me off some more

After Michael, I moved further into the city - an up and coming neighborhood with yuppies east of me, hipsters north and south of me, and a gentrifying Latino community to my west. I had a great apartment and I was a 20 minute walk and 6 minute train ride to work. I knew I needed to get a lot of sex after Michael. I needed to get his crying face out of my system. I thought if I could just get the "sex crazed" part of my 20s over, then I could settle down with the next guy. Seems logical, right? I also wanted to screen my guys and mostly meet them before we fucked. I had made rules for myself: 1. No guys with bfs(unless a 3some) because I still felt bad about Michael. 2. Always use condoms with guys you meet just for sex. 3. Poz guys are ok, but we have to use condoms. The following chapters will show how those rules slowly got stripped away. My Grindr, a4a, and manhunt accounts were always on and I was chatting online with a bunch of people. I met up with a lot of guys and usually kept to my rules in the first year or so. 1. No Boyfriends. I met this guy on Craigslist. He was a hot fireplug kind of guy and had a decent cock and was funny online and when we spoke on the phone. It was really late when he was leaving work and I suggested we mess around the next day/night. He said he really wanted to do it now. So I cleaned out and he arrived at my place about 30-40 minutes later. Turns out he has a socks and shoe fetish, so when we messed around he wanted me to wear my running shoes and then when we were going to fuck he wanted to sniff my socks as we fucked. I was ok with the fetish. It was harmless and he was nice. I slipped off my shorts, only in socks and runners now and he sat on my bed and took off everything but his socks and underwear. We made out a lot and he sucked my cock and I took off his underwear and sucked his. He had me sit on him and rub his cock on my ass crack and hole. He flipped me on my back, grabbed the lube and slicked both our cocks. He took off my runners and kept sliding his cock on my ass as we made out. He asked if I had any fetishes and I was so turned on that I said, "I like it when guys cum in my ass." He seemed startled but not for long as his bare cock was sliding in and out of my ass next. I moaned. He sniffed my socks and started fucking me harder. After 5 minutes or so he said he was close. I grabbed his fleshy ass and held him inside me and he came in my ass. That made me cum right then. We did it one more time that night and he bred me then too. After he left, we swapped texts about doing it again. After a few aborted attempts at getting together again, he admitted he had a boyfriend of 10 years that he was cheating on and the boyfriend didn't know. What's even worse is that I worked with his boyfriend. He was senior to me at my law firm, but not in my section/interest area. I was like...mother fucker, this is why no boyfriends. That no boyfriends rule didn't last at all. Cain and Abel entered my life. They are an open couple that had just moved to town from Florida. Cain was a solidly built, but gaining some weight/or losing it (depends on the month) guy with a great 6.5" thick cock. Abel was a lean Latino nerdy type with a 7.5" uncut cock. I hit each of them up - one on a4a and the other on manhunt. I never knew they were a couple. I met Abel for a martini at a local yuppie/hipster place and he was a great guy. During drinks Abel said he and Cain were a couple and that they had an open relationship. After Socks Dude, I wanted to meet them both together before I'd do anything with either one. I explained my cheating past and said how it weighed on me. Abel understood and called Cain, who had just gotten back from work, and they invited me over to their condo - about 1/2 mile from my place. We hung out, Drank wine and they explained how and why they were open. In their relationship, Abel was the top and Cain was the bottom; most of the time. When they fooled around, they could switch that up and not let it interfere with their relationship. They also said they always used condoms when they fucked other guys. I was cool with all of it. I stayed over that night and we had some awesome threesome sex and one-on-one sex while the other watched. It was great. And we played safe the whole time. I met up with each of them separately for a while. Always safe sex and I topped and bottomed with them. They weren't my fuck buds really, since they had others and I was still dating around. One night Cain was over at my place and we were talking. He said I had gone out with a dude they knew - Jon - and that he told them I let him fuck me bareback. I was a bit freaked out. This is the kind of information I didn't want getting around because people would think I was a whore and no one would date me again. I froze and didn't know what to say. Cain said, "It's ok, but why didn't you tell me?" I said, "I didn't want you to think I was a whore. And we always use condoms so there is no way I was putting either of you at risk." My response had stumbled out so fast that he could tell I was freaked out. He came over and kissed me and stood me up. He stripped me and said, "Baby you are so fucking hot. I don't think you did anything wrong. I think Jon was lucky to get to fuck you bareback." I leaned over, opened his shorts, got on my knees and sucked his cock. I wanted to make Cain happy and hopefully he wouldn't tell people about me barebacking with guys. After a few minutes, we went to the bedroom where he bent me over the bed, reached over and grabbed the lube and a condom, lubed us both and slid his cock inside me bareback. He had left the condom unopened. He said, "You're beautiful and I want to be one of the guys who fucks you bare." I pushed my ass back on him and started to fuck myself on his dick as he stood there. He eventually flipped me on my back and had me jerk off as he fucked me. After 10 minutes or so (not long for Cain), he asked me to cum because he wanted to unload inside me. I stroked faster and faster and came and Cain loved the tightening of my ass when I came shot his load in my ass. He said that was really hot. But also said I couldn't tell Abel. Cain was out of town for work and Abel and I grabbed a drink at the martini place (they are awesome martinis). Abel and I went back to my place after because he said he wanted to fuck me. I was always down to get his hot uncut 7.5" cock in my ass. On our walk, Abel said the same thing Cain had about Jon fucking me bareback. Abel was concerned for me. I said I get tested, etc, etc. He asked why I hadn't told them and I said it was because we always fuck with condoms so I didn't want them to judge me. Abel pushed me against a tree and kissed me. He said, "I won't judge you. Cain is the condom Nazi in our couple." I said, "You can fuck me bareback tonight if you want." He said that's what he wanted tonight and every time we fuck after. We got in my place and he fucked me bareback and came in me three times that night. I was in cumslut heaven. He said I shouldn't tell Cain. A month or so later, I was at their place cooking with Abel and waiting for Cain to get home. Cain called and said traffic is a bitch so Abel turned off the stove and said we have some time. He told me to suck his cock and I did. I loved his uncut 7.5" cock. I sucked it and got it all wet and sloppy because I knew he wanted to breed me before Cain got home. Abel turned me around and bent me over their kitchen island and slid his spit covered cock in my ass. He fucked me fast and hard. I knew I was getting the load soon and I was moaning and begging for him to cum in my ass. Abel exploded inside me and I came on the floor and the island. I was so turned on. Then we heard Cain's voice, "So you've been barebacking our friend too?" Cain came over and kissed Abel. Abel said yes. I slid to my knees and fished Cain's cock out of his pants and started to suck his thick 6.5" cock. Abel said, "Was he as easy to get raw for you as it was for me?" Cain said, "I bet he was." I alternated between their cocks, wanted to keep them in a good mood (there were knives out since we'd been cooking and I was afraid this could go sideways fast.) Abel's cock tasted like his cum mixed with my ass juice and Cain's was sweaty. They both fucked me again that night; spitroasting me most of the time and saying what a good slut I was. Whenever one of them was close, the other would make be beg for the load. We remained friends for a few years - they moved to California. I was frequently getting fucked by them and they subtly passed me around to their friends. They fucked around with all of their gay friends, so it was easy for me to hook up with those guys too. A lot of those guys were in open and closed relationships. I didn't care about their relationships anymore (that was their thing) and they all barebacked me. I loved being slutty for that group of guys. I see many of them around still and sometimes we still mess around, but I know they wouldn't spread rumors about me being a cumslut. Their circle isn't like that. More to come......

We broke up just around Christmas. Just in time for winter break and I headed home to see the family and some old friends. I sent Aaron, neighbor that used to fuck me, and email saying I was coming home and he emailed back saying that he was going to Florida with his family. I was bummed out about the whole break up. It wasn't I great Christmas. I was scheduled to leave my hometown just before New Years and go back to school and party before 2nd year, 2nd semester started - the semester you land that internship which gets you your job after graduation (supposedly, it did for me). One night I heard the my neighbor's dog barking and realized that either Aaron's family had left the dog at home (unlikely) or they were back. I pulled on my coat and went outside and saw Aaron bringing in some bags. I helped him and said, "I heard the dog. What are you doing home." There was some story. Drama! His mom and dad were there and I said hey, Aaron, his dad and I grabbed some beers and they lit a fire in the family room and we all hung out for a bit. We'd been friends since our mom's met at the bus stop going to work when we were five. He and I played baseball, football, Nintendo, everything together until we had started messing around. His parents went to bed to give us time to "catch up." Aaron and I chatted about school and work, etc. We switched to bourbon (love his family's bar) and after a bit he asked about Will because I hadn't mentioned him. I told him what happened - the cheating and he saw how down I was. He kissed me and said, "Will's stupid. You're the hottest ass I ever had. Too bad you don't live here." We laughed. He started asking if I was still mostly a bottom and stuff like that. He said guys can become more versatile in relationships and I agreed but said that hadn't happened with Will. He asked if I had loved him and said I think I really had. Probably still did. We poured more booze and he told me about the guys he'd been "seeing." Eventually we kissed again. His bedroom was on the first floor so we just took our drinks and went to his room. I knew what he wanted so I took off my shirt right away and kicked off my shoes. We sat on his bed and kissed. We leaned back on the bed and made out some, but we knew he was going to fuck me so it didn't take long for us to be naked. I sucked his nice 6" cock, kinda thick, but nothing like Will's perfect cock that had filled my ass for six months. Instead of fucking, I just continued to suck his cock until he said he was close. I didn't stop sucking him and then I did something with Aaron that I'd never done in our 10 years of messing around. He came in my mouth and I swallowed his load. After his cum high ended he said, "That was so fucking hot. Did you do that with Will?" I said, "First Date." He laughed and said, "You changed for the better." We laughed hard and just hung out naked for a bit. I hadn't cum yet and Aaron asked if I wanted my ass eaten. I said, "Fuck yeah" and I spread my legs and lifted them up. He laughed and said turn over. I did and got on all 4s and he started eating my ass. He had never eaten my ass before I was loving it. He asked in between licking my ass and pushing his tongue inside past my sphincter if I had had my ass eaten before. We'd never talked about it, because we usually just fucked and did oral. I told him I had and he asked if Will was the first. I told him about Matt from that night in college (part 1). He stopped eating my ass to listen and he grabbed some lube and fingered me while I told him about the whole thing. I even told him that I'd let Matt bareback me. He wasn't shocked or disappointed. He said, "That's so hot." He asked if Will barebacked me and I told him, "Every time. Even the first time." I asked if he had barebacked guys since I knew he hadn't dated anyone seriously yet. Aaron said, "Most guys like it bareback. Just not everyone does it bareback." I said, "You didn't answer my question." He told me a few guys. I said, "Hot." He leaned in and kissed me. We kissed for a while with 3 of his fingers in my ass. He then asked if I let those guys cum in me. I said, yes. He said, "Hot. Can I bareback you?" I kissed him and said, "Yes." He immediately pulled his fingers from my ass, lubed his cock and placed it on my asshole, He started pushing in and I guess I'd gotten easier for a 6" cock to slide in my ass after getting fuck by Will's 8" cock. I moaned and let him slide all the way in. He said, "Wow man that's the fastest I've even slid into your ass." He just started sliding in and out of my ass. I let him take over and kind of pound my ass for a while and said nothing. I was moaning some, but really thinking about Will. Aaron started to jerk me off as he fucked me. My thoughts came right back to him and how good he was making me feel. He asked if he could cum in my ass and he said, "I really want to breed you." I agreed and said, "I wanted his load." He came in my ass like a flood. I was so turned on. He stopped fucking me but didn't stop jerking me off. I came like a minute later and we kissed. He said, "You should've told me that story about you getting bred years ago. it was so hot cumming in your ass." We made out and I went home, but we fucked around for a few more days before I left to go back to school. We never used condoms again. Mostly because we only ever fucked during one other time period when he came to visit me at school. After that he got a boyfriend and stayed monogamous. After I got back to school, I started to think that barebacking wasn't so bad. I just had to be careful about who I let bareback me. I'd only do it with guys I was dating or knew really well. I'd never let a trick/hookup/one night stand fuck me bareback again.

here ya go guys, open for loads

here is part 2 finally enjoy =) LOST INNOCENSE AT THE BATHOUSE PART 2 Dean wanted to see Adam’s expression when he first entered him with his bare cock. He never told any of them though what they would actually be getting, but he loved making them beg for him to pump their asses full of his loads. It was a massive turn on to him for the boys, who he pozzed, to see and willingly accept that he was fucking them raw. He was planning on making sure Adam’s first time was going to be something he would never forget. It would be a night of firsts for the eighteen year old teen. First time with smoking Tina, first booty bump, first time being fucked, first load of charged dirty seed, first slam, and finally his first gangbang. Dean put on a porn vid showing a barely legal twink being rimmed by an older daddy type, before climbing between Adam’s legs. He figured the vid would distract Adam, while he got him prepped for his fucking. He tossed the T-laced warming lube on the bed, along with a film canister loaded with Tina shards and powder, plus a can of Maximum Impact and one of his old dirty jocks to spray it on. Adam moaned when Dean grabbed his legs and bent them back towards his head and started to rim him with tongue. He loved the feel of Dean’s five o’clock shadow on his hairless hole whenever Dean pulled back and rubbed his chin and cheeks on it. The boy was going crazy with lust; he had never felt like this before when he had smoked pot. It felt like his body screaming, “It’s finally time to get laid! You’ve been waiting long enough.” The eighteen year old twink’s moans were turning Dean something fierce. His thick eight inches started to ooze pre-cum like water pouring from a faucet. Dean wished he could use just his pre-cum to fuck Adam, but he knew the young virgin boy wasn’t ready for that yet. Maybe if he was lucky he would tweak Adam up one more time and just use pre-cum to fuck him with before he left town. Dean poured some of his “T” laced warming lube on Adam’s hole and began to work it into the boy’s ass stretching it for his entry. He knew Adam wouldn’t notice the initial burn of the Tina in the warming lube as he got his ass stretched. The young kid would just think it was his virgin ass being stretched wider and wider to take Dean’s thick man spike. He gave a silent thanks to whatever chemist developed the warming lube it made it so much easier to stealth guys with. “OH GAWD!!!! OH GAWD!!! OH GAWD!!!” seemed to be Adam’s new mantra as Dean worked first one finger, then a second finger in his now blooming teen rose hole. His ass couldn’t seem to get enough of Dean’s fingers, it wanted more and more inside him. “That’s what’s gonna happen to you shortly Adam,” he said motioning Adam to look over at the video screen as he pulled his fingers out. He smiled as the teen’s ass stayed open a bit before slowly closing. It was as if it was begging for Dean to continue working it with his fingers. While Adam was distracted Dean opened the film canister and pulled out a nice sized shard of “T” to booty bump the unsuspecting eighteen year old who was about to take his first of many poz loads up his tight lil’ ass. Adam, who was already really turned on by the joint and fingering his ass had received from Dean, was starting go into overdrove with lust as he watched the older daddy begin to slide his hard raw cock into the twink on screen. Soon another daddy joined the scene and started face fucking the twink as the other one used the boy’s ass. Adam started wishing he was the kid in the video. It just looked so fucking hot. As Adam watched the raw cock work the teen’s ass he almost wished Dean would do that to him. Yet he knew it was safer to have the top covered that’s why he had his baggie of rubbers with him. Wait! Did he remember to bring the bag from patio when he followed Dean into his room? He couldn’t remember if he did or not, but before he could say anything he gasped as the older man’s fingers entered his ass again. Dean grinned as he added a third finger to Adam’s ass pushing the shard inside with his fingers. He began tearing into the teen’s fuck tunnel with his fingers as he worked the shard in. He wanted to make sure the boy’s hole was torn up enough to take his toxic seed and start the pozzing process. He knew his PA would cause more damage once he began fucking the boy, but liked to make sure he was doing the job thoroughly. “Shit! That hurts,” moaned Adam as he felt like Dean was ripping up his ass. “Shh, babe just making sure you’re nice and stretched so it won’t hurt as much as I slide this beef stick in that lil pussy of yours,” Dean said with an evil smirk that was lost on Adam. Before long Adam couldn’t believe how good Dean’s fingers felt inside him. He needed more inside him. It was like his ass wouldn’t be satisfied until it was getting fucked. “SHIT MAN!!!! COME ON!!!! GIVE ME THAT FAT DICK!!! FUCK ME!!!! COME ON FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH!!!!!” Adam couldn’t believe he was begging this older 6’, 285 lbs. daddy to fuck his 5’6”, 120lbs. eighteen year old body like he was a girl. What was coming over him? He needed to be fucked bad, really bad. He needed to feel that eight inch, red bull thick, huge mushroom headed, pierced cock fucking him like the twink in the video. Dean grinned down at the virgin boy he was about to fuck and breed full of his toxic seed. He always stopped taking his meds about a week before he went out to the baths to make sure he was primed to stealth young hot twinks. “Here sniff on this Adam while I finish getting ready to pop that cherry of yours,” Dean said reaching down and spraying his dirty three week old jock with a large amount of Maximum Impact. Once the jock covered Adam’s face Dean got up and opened the door to his room completely so others could see Adam lose his cherry to his raw fuck stix. He quickly climbed back on the bed lubing his dick with more of the “T” tainted warming gel and sprinkled his huge mushroom head with some “T” powder. He pulled the dirty jock off Adam’s face one more time and sprayed it again before placing it back on the boy’s face. This time he didn’t cover Adam’s eyes. He wanted to watch the boy’s expression as he felt Dean’s raw cock enter his tight ass. Adam was flying from the stuff Dean had made him smell in the dirty jock as he felt the older man begin to push on his hole. It was painful despite all the finger work Dean had done on him, but he wanted it really, bad. Dean was waiting for him to open up a bit more. As tempted as he was just to rip the hell out of the virgin boy, he wanted Adam to be so tweaked and into the fuck he wouldn’t realize or care how abused his hole was as each and every guy used it in the pig sling room later. As soon as he did that his ass relaxed and opened enough for Dean’s huge mushroom cap to enter where nothing had entered before except a few fingers. “FUCK!!!!!!!!!” Adam yelped loudly as Dean entered and paused. Adam began to pant rapidly from the intrusion of the massively thick cock. At first he didn’t think he could take it, but the longer Dean held it there the better it felt. He was starting to want more of this daddy’s thick eight inches buried in his ass. Dean sprayed the jock one more time dropping back over the boy’s nose and mouth, leaving his eyes uncovered so he could watch Adam’s eyes as a new poz cum slut was born. He waited until he was certain Adam was flying, before beginning to push deeper inside the no longer virgin boy. He knew in a matter of minutes once he was buried deep inside Adam and began his slow fucking the boy would be in total slut mode. He could already sense a couple guys standing outside the door watching. Once Adam was in full slut mode he would invite them in to watch and join in. But before he did that he was going to make the boy know he was being fucked raw and beg like a good lil’ slut for Dean’s load. Dean began to force his cock deeper and deeper into Adam making the innocent boy moan loader with each inch that sank into his neg ass. He loved how hot and tight his new bitch’s ass felt on his poz meat spike. He was looking forward to contrasting this feel with the one he would give Adam before helping the boy dress at the end of the fuckfest. Adam couldn’t believe how good it felt to have a cock buried in his ass. He wished he had started earlier if he had known it felt this good. “FUCK MAN!!! THIS FEELS SO GOOD!” Adam moaned loudly. “I haven’t even started yet slut, wait ‘til I get I start pumping your sweet lil’ pussy and breed it.” Dean chuckled, beginning to pull out and shove his dick back in the teen beneath him. He was quickly pulling almost out before slamming back in Adam. “SHIT!!! OH FUCK!!!! YES!!!!” Adam began chanting over and over as Dean picked up speed fucking the eighteen year old harder and harder. He started pushing back to meet each downward thrust. This was so fucking good Adam thought. He wanted more and more of Dean’s cock. He just couldn’t get enough of it. He loved the thick meat pounding him and really loved how the PA felt on his prostrate each time it hit his boy button. Once Dean was sure Adam was really getting into the fuck he decided it was time to let the twink know he was being fucked raw. He reached down and grabbed one of Adam’s hands and brought it back to his cunt which was still being pounded by Dean. “Here bitch feel how good my fuck stix feels going in your sweet pussy,” he said grinning as he wrapped Adam’s hand around the slick meat spike working his ass. “You’re taking it like the good fucking slut you are.” Adam couldn’t believe this thick piece of man meat was making him feel so good. He was enjoying the feel of the thick tool working his ass, when he realized he didn’t feel the bottom of the rubber. He began running his hand up and down Dean’s cock shaft searching for the rubber, but there was none. His eyes widen as he realized he was being barebacked. No this was wrong he had to get Dean to stop and put one on! “You’re not wearing a rubber! You gotta stop and put one on! Please stop Dean!” Adam begged. Dean loved the shocked expression of Adam as he realized his was being barebacked. Now it was time to make him beg for Dean’s load to be pumping in his slut boy pussy. “You didn’t ask for one when we started and I’m not stopping ‘til I load that cunt of yours with my jizz. Besides I never wear a condom it feels better raw. Besides you were enjoying it before you knew you were getting it raw up your slut ass,” with that he started long dicking Adam hard and fast. Every once in a while he would pull completely out before slamming back in deep and hard. The overwhelming sensation of skin against skin quickly Adam made forget about Dean fucking him bareback. Dean was right it felt so good and he was once again moaning and begging for Dean’s cock. If being fucked raw felt this good, then covered must not be that good. He then vaguely remembered guy friends saying fucking a girl bareback was a thousand times better than wearing a rubber. So maybe it was okay to be fucked by Dean like this. “SHIT!!!! FUCK ME!!!! HARDER!!!!! FUCK ME!!!!! HARDER!!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!!” Adam howled as he was getting turned on more and more. He needed it bad and wanted to get as much dick as possible in him. He had never imagined he would ever feel like this in his life. Adam never wanted it to stop. “See bitch, you like it raw don’t ya?” Dean asked as he continued to pummel Adam’s pussy. “YES!!!! FUCK ME!!! HARDER!!! GIVE ME YOUR LOAD!!!!” “You want my charged load huh bitch?” Dean asked with an evil smile realizing Adam didn’t know what he was asking. “FUCK YES!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!! BREED ME WITH IT!!!!” Adam demanded being totally lost in lust now from the “T”. He wanted to feel this daddy’s load being pumped inside him. He no longer cared about a rubber only being fucked as much as possible. Adam couldn’t believe how energized he was getting fucked by Dean. This could go on forever as so far as he was concerned. He was pushing back to get more of Dean inside him. “Hell ya cunt I’m gonna fill your fucking pussy with my charged jizz slut,” “FUCK YA!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!! I WANT YOUR LOAD!!!!” Feeling his balls starting to tingle as he punch fucked Adam, Dean asked the boy, “You want my charged load? Well fucking beg for me to charge your cunt with my load,” Dean commanded the still innocent boy. “FUCKIN’ CHARGE MY ASS!!!!” Adam practically howled going crazy from the fucking he was getting. He didn’t understand what was about to happen to him. He was getting ready to take his first poz load of his life and had been tricked into begging for Dean to poz him. “FUCK YA!!! SLUT!!!!! I’M!!!! GONNA!!! CHARGE!!! THAT!!!! SLUT!!!! CUNT!!!” Yelled Dean as he completely pulled out of Adam’s boy pussy before slamming back into it as hard as he could slamming his churning balls against the boy’s hairless ass. His knew his PA was doing more damage to Adam’s no longer virgin fuck tunnel as he buried it deep as he began to fire volley after volley into Adam. “SHIT!!!! CUMMING!!!! TAKE MY CHARGED!!! LOAD!!!!! IN YOUR!!!! NEG CUNT!!!! SLUT!!!!!!!” Dean howled as he began pumping his load deep into Adam. He began lubing the boy’s raw and damaged fuck tunnel with long slow in and out strokes. He wanted to make sure he worked his toxic load in good and deep into the no longer neg teen. Adam couldn’t believe how good Dean’s load felt inside him. He loved the warm thick gooey man juice coating his colon. He wanted more dicks in him so he could keep enjoying this amazing feeling in his ass. Without thinking about it, Adam started working his ass muscles trying to milk Dean’s wonderful jizz out of his thick eight inch man cock. Dean looked back at the door recognizing one of the four men at the door who had been watching Adam take his first poz load of his life. He grinned at Jack, his friend, motioning with his head at the small toiletries bag on top of his clothes. Dean kept pumping his still hard cock in and out of Adam keeping him distracted from Jack entering the room and opening the bag. Jack understood what Dean wanted to do to the fucking hot twink he had picked up and breed with his toxic seed. Inside the bag were several prepared points. He pulled one out and waited as Dean pulled the dirty jock off the boy’s face. He grinned as soon as he got a good like at the twink. He loved the fact that the boy looked like he was barely sixteen, but knew he had to be at least eighteen. The bath would never risk its license by letting underage boys in. This was going to be hot doing this boy, who looked so young, almost like doing the real thing. Dean knew Jack would help him slam Adam. Once that was accomplished he would let Jack and the other guys at the door take turns before giving Adam another slam and booty bump. Then the no longer innocent eighteen year old would be led the pig sling room where he would spend the rest of the night and possibly a big chunk of the next day being gangbanged by everyone and anyone who wanted a go at his no longer cherry boy ass. Adam was in for the time of his life. Dean sprayed his jock with another big hit of Maximum Impact before dropping it on Adam’s face covering it completely again. As soon as he did Jack hurried over with the point and a rubber tube. They quickly tied it on the flying boy’s arm and stuck him making sure they didn’t get a bubble before injecting it in. Once the syringe was empty they pulled off the rubber tube and waited. Adam was flying from the stuff on Dean’s jock when he felt something tied tightly on his right arm and a slight prick. The tightness on his arm didn’t last very long before it was released. It almost reminded him of time he had gotten his blood drawn once. Suddenly he felt a warm rush move up his arm and into his chest and throat. For a minute it felt like he couldn’t breathe as his heart was beating like mad, then he coughed hard a few times. After coughing he couldn’t believe how good he felt. He felt so alive and really, really needed to have Dean fuck him more. Hell he wanted any dick now fucking him. He was so fucking horny. His ass and cock were tingling. He started trying to work his ass to let Dean know he was ready for more fucking. “Slut’s ready for you guys now come on in and take a ride. I just popped his sweet lil’ cherry ass,” Adam heard Dean say to someone as he pulled the jock off his face. Adam looked up and saw four naked men standing around him stroking their cocks. They looked like they ranged in age from early twenties to in his sixties. The young guy was a well-built muscle stud sporting a nice wedge shaped seven inch cock, the forty-something guy standing next to Dean was a tall Skelton-like man with a thick nine inch long cock. The other two sixty-something men were heavy set bearded bears sporting a couple of very thick six and half and seven inch cocks. Jack was a forty-five year old poz top, who had stopped taking meds a few years back, was leering and drooling at the prospect of pumping his death seed into Adam. His twink ex-boyfriend had cheated on him with another guy more than ten years before and ended up infected him with the virus as a result. He did the whole meds thing for a while, but finally in the end said fuck it. He decided he would share the gift his ex-boyfriend had given him with as many twink boys as he could. His big nine inch death stix usually tempted many drunk, stoned or tweaking fools into letting him breed their asses with his death seed. “These guys enjoyed the show slut and want to take a ride in that hot pussy you have there. I know you’d like that wouldn’t you? Filling that sweet lil’ twat of yours with their charged loads, right cunt?” Dean said as he slid his cock in and out a couple more times the now tweaking cum dump he had just created. This caused Adam to moan before pulling it completely out leaving the eighteen year old wanting more cocks in his now gaping hole. “FUCK YES!!!! I NEED MORE COCK!!!! Breed me!!!!” Adam begged as his ass told him it desperately needed more cock. He couldn’t understand what was coming over him. He had never been this horny in his life. He had to get as much cock in his ass as possible. Dean grabbed something from his small black bag before returning to Adam with a bottle of water. In the meantime Jack climbed on the bed and positioned himself between Adam’s legs. He waited patiently teasing Adam’s still slightly open fuck hole that had started to ooze out some of Dean’s toxic load. Dean offered the now uninhibited twink two Viagra and “X” tablet along with a bottle of water. Dean sprayed some more Maximum Impact on his jock and dropped it back on the boy’s nose and mouth. “Mind if I booty bump the slut some more Dean?” Jack asked holding up the film canister and shaking it. “Nope that’s what it’s for Jack,” Dean replied with an evil smirk. Jack smiled back as he opened the canister shaking out a nice sized shard and then shook some powder on the head of his already cum covered cock head. One of the older bear couple grabbed Adam’s legs and pulled them back so Jack could drop the shard in the boy’s open hole. Jack took the boy’s legs back and lined his cock with the opening. As he shoved his thick nine inch cock in the moaning twink balls deep in a single thrust he announced to the gathered room, “Now it’s time to really knock this slut’s ass up with some poz loads.”

Didn't vote, my priority is getting guys to cum in my mouth, not ass. I can swallow as much as I can get though, no limits.

I always crave more, no loads refused and i want them all