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1992 The early 90's were so liberating for me -- in some ways. I'd accepted that I was a gay man, but had no idea what to do with that information. I went to the adult bookstore and bought porn mags and porn videos...and that was pretty much the extent of my sex life. I was barely in my 20's and could beat off four to five times an evening back then. Like most of us, straight and gay, I developed a special devotion to one or two porn stars in particular. There was one spectacular guy who I guess was one of the most famous gay idols of that period. I won't even use his initials here because some of you would know exactly who I'm talking about. He made some great videos and was mostly a top, but occasionally bottomed. Some of his movies were strictly 'safe sex' and some were as raw as could be. He did a lot of magazine spreads at the time. I'm sure the "profiles" were pure fiction, but I bought into the fantasy. My favorite photo was in a magazine called "Inches" and it just showed him sitting bare-ass on a couch with his huge, fat boner pointing straight up. The accompanying quote said something like "I love to feel a guy's throat muscles work on the shaft of my dick." I looked at that pic all the time and tried to imagine how in the world that would even fit in my mouth - let alone down my throat. I found out through one of the alternative newspapers they stacked in the lobby of my apartment building, that the guy I'll just call "Star" was in town for the weekend. He was going to be "dancing" at two different places. One was a porn movie theater on a street where two or three murders happened each week -- the other was at a gay bar I drove past all the time. I immediately called my friend Benjamin and told him the news. He knew already. Benjamin was a little short queen with a huge personality. He knew everybody and had been everywhere -- including the scary porn theater. I admitted how much I loved "Star" and really wanted to see him in person. "And what do you think will happen?" He was going to lecture me. He had that tone. "Do you think your eyes will meet and he'll quickly whisk you off to his hotel and fuck your brains out?" No, but yeah. I didn't know what I expected...maybe at least an autograph? "Let me tell you about these guys. Most of them are fucked in the head and on every single drug you can name. They are smaller in person than they look on film. They all take steroids and that causes acne which they cover with heavy makeup. Some of them are straight , but your guy isn't. They are all out to hustle for a buck. Oh, and they have major STD's in every hole." Is it crazy that none of this phased me in the least? I kept him on the phone a little longer and begged him to go to that bar with me Saturday night. "Can't. But I CAN share a little tidbit with you even though I probably shouldn't...." I waited. He sighed and then reported that Star was staying in town a few extra days to do escort work. Benjamin had no idea how much he charged or any other details except a phone number which I wrote down as he said each digit over the phone. "I have to go now. Do what you think you have to do, and call me afterward", he said as a goodbye. Click. So Saturday came and I went out to tan, get a haircut and buy a few new shirts. I still imagined I'd be going to the bar that night. I even bought a few bottles off wine to chill. Around 8 pm, I got dressed and combed my hair several times. I still wasn't ready to do this so I poured a glass of wine and turned on some music. Nope. I couldn't make myself leave. I poured another glass, sat down with phone and called the number. Oh God, what if HE answered? No. He was probably out already. I got a messenger service and the very pleasant lady took my name and number. "Are you calling about having a meeting?". she inquired. "No. Yes. Yes, I am." "I'll make a note of that", she said sweetly. We hung up and that was that. I'd never sleep now. I finished the bottle of wine and watched MTV until bleariness forced me to bed. I woke up with a slight headache the next morning, but some coffee and a few aspirin cleared that up fast. I looked at my phone like it was a bomb ready to explode. What had I done? I just wouldn't answer it if it rang...I'd take a shower, do some work and get myself collected for a new week. That's pretty much what I was doing when the bomb went off.... RING, RING, RING "Hello?" "Uh...is this Rodney?" "Yes it is." "If you don't know the voice - this is Star. You want to meet up pretty soon?" My brain was connected directly to my crotch when my mouth said "Absolutely!" "You sound young, Are you of legal age?" He sounded tired. "I'm almost 23". "OK. Here's the deal. You can come to where I am and stay for an hour-long date that'll cost you 150 dollars....or I can come to you for the same amount of time and it'll be 200 dollars. No checks. Cash only". I was unprepared for any of this. "I'll come to you!" He gave me the address and I was sort of surprised that it was very close to where I lived. Walking distance. "I got poppers,grass and liquor and other assorted things. If you want rubbers, bring them yourself. 7 pm work for you?" "Sure. I'll see you soon". "Don't forget...cash only." I knew just where he was. It wasn't a hotel -- it was a building full of furnished apartments. I also knew there was an ATM on that corner. Swell. Now I just had to make myself do it. Wine! I had a full bottle that I could finish off in the next 90 minutes. A lot of my friends took Xanax and bragged about how wonderful it was, but my doctor was a mean old lady who would never prescribe something like that. I turned my insides purple with wine that I quickly gulped while watching CNN. People were starting to talk about this Bill Clinton guy quite a bit. After emptying that bottle, I was cruising down the sidewalk. Condoms! I'd forgotten I was supposed to bring some. Oh whatever. Here was the ATM. I withdrew 300 bucks (that was my bank's limit) and just shoved the bills in my pocket. And then I was there at the building. Usually you have to be buzzed in to these places, but the door was open. Apartment # 14.... knock knock And there HE was. The eyes and hair color was the only things I recognized. He looked somewhat obliterated. His face was sunken in like he was starving and his body was not nearly as Greek God-like as I imagined. He was just as tall as he looked on film. He looked like he'd just got out of bed. He was wearing a ratty Styx t-shirt, striped pajama bottoms and flip-flops. He hadn't showered in a day or two. But I looked at him brightly as if he were the idol I'd always imagined him to be. My face betrayed nothing. He broke into a smile of jacked-up yellowish teeth. "Rodney??" "Yep. That's me. I'm probably early. Sorry." "No, no". he shook his head, "I was expecting anything except a normal guy". He led me inside and closed the door. "Let me make you a drink." I sat down on the brownest couch in the world and watched him futz around with drinking glasses and bottles in the kitchen. He was downright jovial at this point. He asked me a few questions about myself and listened like he was interested. And then I couldn't help but ask about his career in porn. Why did he never kiss any of his porn partners? Why did he always demand guys lick his ass but he never licked any ass? Was it really different fucking with a condom? Who was his favorite costar? He made a hand motion for me to back off a little. I guess I was being a little too intrusive. "The truth is that none of that matters because I can't get a contract with any studio now. I'm done". "Why?" He looked at me like I was slow, and simply said "I'm retired." "Oh". I took a sip from the powerful drink he'd concocted. I stared at the floating ice cubes and asked him about that particular photo spread in "Inches" that I loved so much. He was confused and so I tried to describe it a little...including the quote about being deep-throated "I probably had over a thousand photos taken of me during the good old days and they paid me shit for them. And I never said those words. First of all - you can't fit a really big dick down some dude's throat. You can maybe get past the gag reflex a little, but not all the way down his fucking throat". Oh. I took a deep swig from whatever kind of drink he'd given me. I didn't want all of my fantasies to crumble in the first ten minutes. Maybe he sensed my disappointment. "Why? Would you like to try?", he said teasingly. He pulled his pajama bottoms down a little to reveal that magnificent penis in all its hard glory. He kicked off his flip-flops and stretched his long legs out, waiting. I could do it. I wanted this legendary cock all the way down my throat and thrusting toward my lungs. So i bent over his lap and started kissing the head, lapping up as much of the taste of him as I could. I moved lower down on his shaft when I felt my gag reflex protest and the wine in my stomach start to boil up. I fought onward, determined to feel his weapon in my actual throat. But then my air was cut off and I thought I'd pass out. I pulled away and started gasping. "That was an excellent try, little man!" he was sniffing a little brown bottle of what I knew where poppers. "I know what would make it easier for you", he said as he led me to the bedroom. The bed was unmade and he pulled off all the sheets and told me to lay down the opposite way with my head hanging off the end of the bed. I took off my shoes and complied. He then stood behind me and hunched over a little> He drilled my mouth from that position, but the breathing problem kicked in again. I decided to just endure it as he moved deeper down. His pubes were on my chin when he announced,"You did it!" I half-wondered if he'd cum when he was down there, but I doubted it because he still had a swinging hard-on. And still sniffing from his little brown bottle. He removed what little clothes he still had on and told me to do the same. Of course I did and, soon, we rolling around on the bed naked. My instinct was to kiss him on the mouth, but he kept dodging my attempts. OK. It was nice enough just to feel that giant dick slide up and down my chest and stomach. I felt I had already got my money's worth, but it wasn't over. He got up and stood at the foot of the bed again and then pulled me all the way down to the end. My bare ass was at the edge and he lifted my legs up and started tonguing my asshole. What?! He'd never done that on film before. It felt great but alien somehow. I was unsure how to process the sensations. It didn't last long, and then he was rubbing oil into me. Baby oil? Hand lotion? I had no idea because I was looking up at the stained ceiling and never saw the bottle or tube or whatever it was he had. "Bareback OK with you?", he asked. I'd never heard that phrase except when it came to horse-riding, but I said "Yeah". Then he pushed that famous head into me. It hurt like hell and I sat up to protest, but he held the poppers under my nose and told me to breathe deep. I did. My face got warm and my whole body seemed to relax except for my boner which got even stiffer. "One more". He help it out for me to take another huff. I inhaled and got very dizzy and wondered if this stuff was addictive or if it would give me a stroke or something. While I was wondering that, he was working that dick even further into me. It started to feel good...really good. And then he was thrusting in and out and my whole body reacted -- including my brain. "You want my dirty cum, Little Man?". His breathing was heavy and I didn't have time to answer because he started jerking and deep thrusting and groaning. He was spent. His seed was now a part of me and that was worth way more than his escort fee. We lied in bed for awhile, just talking. He said, "You bled a lot". "On the bed??" I was so embarrassed. "Shhh. It's fine. I'm flying back to LA tomorrow. Let someone else worry about cleaning it'. He seemed on the verge of passing out on the bloody bed, so I got up and got dressed. I wanted to go go home so badly. I thought he was passed-out as I left the whole three hundred dollars on his coffee table. I'd skip my cable bill that month. As I made sure my keys were in my pocket, Star got up and crossed the room to see me out. Before he opened the door, we kissed. A long kiss that was like something out of the movies. "Good night, Rodney". "Good night, Star". That's when he told me his actual first name. I left, saying his name in my head over and over again. Of course I got sick about three weeks after that. I knew what was happening to me. I was being consumed with my idol from the inside out.

I was never actually an official bug-chaser. It just turned out that way....which was a surprise to me since I used to be so shy and inexperienced. But my old lady doctor (who is crabby, but treats me like a son) noticed some inflamed lymph nodes on my neck, some weight loss and recommended I take the test. I did, and found out I was poz. Wow. When did it happen? With who? I could remember three times when it might have happened. 1. The After Party I live in an old neighborhood with some beautiful old buildings and lots of trees. There's a crappy little tavern in the midst of it that I went to all the time. The guys there were older and overall less "pretty" than at the dance clubs. I met these two brothers there who were older and a little sleazy. They always had weed and always hosted us stragglers at their big, beautiful house after closing time. It was within walking distance and we'd all drunkenly stumble down the block to their mansion. Mostly, we all sat around in the grand living room and passed a bong in a circle. It was always good stuff on its own, but some new skinny, tall stranger decided to add coke to the bowl. I'd never even tried cocaine, but I figured fire would kill the powder's effects. So I took in and blew out the clouds with everybody else, and after about ten minutes, I noticed I was really, REALLY fucked-up. The crowd started to thin out and go home and I thought about doing the same, but my legs didn't seem to be willing. And then there were three. The older brother, the skinny stranger and me. And they had both taken off their clothes. They sat on each side of me on the antique couch and demanded I strip too. I stood up and wobbled a bit. "I need to head home". But they insisted. And they aggressively stripped me. They got me from the front and back in a squeeze. I felt their cocks move into me from both ends. I had a thought about how this is how rape happens, but that was my last clear thought. Then we were all rolling around on an old oriental carpet. At one point, I found my face right in the crotch of the older brother. He had a huge boner and instructed me to "talk to it". I was so out of it, that I just wanted to lie down on the beautiful old carpet. The skinny guy kept prodding me with his boner and I wanted to fight him off, but was so, so tired. I can't even remember what he looked like. Then I slept. One of then could have slipped some seed in my neg ass, but I have no way of knowing. 2. The Bathtub Guy What his name? Mike? Anyway -- I'd seen him out at all the same dive bars I frequented. He was always making out and leaving with somebody new. He was tall, but not all that cute. It turns out, he had a reputation for sporting a really big dick. I guess it was my turn that one Saturday night. He took me back to his really tiny apartment and we had a serious make-out session. He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't do a very good job. His cock was genuinely huge. I kept getting to almost halfway down, when I just couldn't stand it any longer. "The day you take all of it, we're going to celebrate!" We'd talked and he knew I had a kinky side. So he put a blindfold on me and led me to his mini bathroom. I lied back in the cold tub and waited. It took about thirty seconds before I felt hot, burning drops land on me. Oh. He must have lit a candle and was dripping hot wax on me. It was kind of a turn-on, actually. If some guy wants to do this to you, just go along with it.... it doesn't hurt much and is kind of thrilling. And then came the piss. He was peeing on me and I got the biggest erection. Here was a kink I'd never even thought of! I stood under the shower nozzle for a bit to wash it all off and then we were in his bedroom/living room. He had lube samples from the bar, but they weren't enough to get his big organ into me. I ended up sucking him off and letting him shoot a load in my throat. We were lying back in his bed when he admitted that he had a boyfriend -- a poz boyfriend. Who lived IN THE SAME BUILDING! What the fuck? I had to find my clothes and get out of there. I thought of all his fluids that I'd experienced,and calculated the risks I faced. 3. The Listener I went against my better judgement and went to one of the trendy clubs where all the cuties went. I lasted all of twenty minutes before going back to a sleazier place. That's where a met a big, tall leather man. He went all out for his cause... boots, leather pants, leather cap. Everything. I sat two stools away from him and ordered a draw. The he stretched out, and his giant boots were in my lap. I guess I looked the part of a sub as much as he looked the part of a leather daddy. So be it. We had a conversation and I told him about the club I'd been to. "You had enough of twinks and want a real man now?" "Absolutely, " I replied. We left in his car and went to a pretty modest apartment building. On the drive over, he kept asking about what I'd done and how many guys I'd been with. I was honest. I told him about my grandma doctor and how carefully she monitored me every six months. I thought about asking him for a background too, but didn't. Once we were inside of his little apartment, he wanted to chain me to the ceiling of his living room, but the hook was meant for a houseplant - not a 150 pound male. So that didn't work. He was tired and didn't feel like pursuing any more kink stuff. So we went to the bedroom and he had me strip him down. I don't know how you fold leather clothes so I just stacked them as neatly as I could. He was flat on his back in bed and I stood at the end and started kissing his feet -- because they were so massive and beautiful and perfect. He loved it for awhile, but made me quit. "Tell me a hot story". "Tell me a fantasy." I was quiet for a minute....and then told him about my desire to get fucked in the changing room of a swimming pool, I also told him how I wanted to be raped by a UFC fighter. He was fully hard and beating off furiously. I bent over and waited for the load to shoot into my mouth. "Are you sure you're neg?" "I'm sure." "OK. Wait". Then his big dick erupted in the most massive flow of semen I could ever imagine. I lapped up some of it, but he held my head back and scooped the rest of it up in his left hand. He weirdly poked me in the eye with that hand and it stung like crazy. Then he turned me around and painfully shoved the rest into my butt hole. So now I wonder who put the poison in me. One of them? Two of them? A combination of all three? I guess it doesn't matter now.

The next week was strange for Zeke. He was on edge about the whole ordeal. The only reason he had left his house was for groceries. After getting what he needed, he walked back out to his car and began to load them into the trunk. He wasn't paying attention when someone came from behind him, a piece of cloth going around his mouth and nose. "Shh.. just go under," the gruff voice said. Zeke flailed for a few moments before falling limp against what felt like a brick wall. He was out for a few hours, before finally waking. Dazed and confused, he looked at his surroundings. In front of him was a thick, heavy metal door with a place for food to be passed into the room. The walls were brown stone, thick and jagged. Fear filled his mind as he ran to the metal door and began to beat on it. "Let me out! Please! I'll give you whatever you want!" He began to beg, tears streaming down his face before he slid down the cold metal. He thought it was hopeless. He was going to die here. Zeke laid there sniffling when he heard footsteps. It sounded like thick leather boots stepping on pavement. His eyes shot open and he ran to the back of the room. His heart was thumping out of his chest. The door began to unbolt, and his fear was back as he saw the man standing there. "Please.. no...." In the doorway, there was a Goliath of a man. His frame covered the whole entrance of the door way. A thick, furry chest with a leather harness was attached. Zeke's eyes fell further down and he could see he didn't have anything over his cock, which was flaccid, but still hung low between his thighs. When he moved his eyes back to meet his captor's eyes, he saw a black hood that covered his head, with cutouts for his nose, mouth and eyes. Most curiously, sticking out the sides of his head were two thick ram-like horns. "Get up," he commanded. Zeke wasn't sure if it was the same voice from earlier. He got up, shaking as the beast walked in, only to grip Zeke's shirt and ripped it from his lithe body, doing the same with Zeke's shorts and his underwear.

So here's a weird truism: the more desperate you are to get fucked, the less likely you are to get fucked. When you're not really looking to get fucked, you can't keep dicks out of your ass. Two weeks ago I went out really looking to catch some loads. Went back and forth between two bars, both were crowded but for some reason I couldn't get any attention. Went home horny and frustrated. Went out last night. Was open to getting fucked, but really just spent a lot of time hanging out. Made out with a hot jock from out of town, and ended up getting fucked by another tourist later. (After we hooked up he said, "I really hope you're over 21!" Which was strange because A.) we were in a bar, B.) Age of consent is 17 or 18, and C.) I'm almost 42, and while I'm fortunate to have good genes that make me look younger (my father is the same way) and it was fairly dark in the bar, no one is mistaking me for 21. Anyway.) Toward the end of the night I was about ready to head home, was making one last circuit of the bar when I saw a really hot group going - a young, slim twink looking guy was the center, he had a cock in his ass, a cock in his mouth, and a mouth on his cock. I wasn't planning to top, but when I do top that guy's look is a solid 10 for me, a total ideal. I hung back and watched, when the guy fucking him unloaded in his ass and pulled out, I leaned in and started eating him out. He loved it and we made out a little, so he could taste the cum that was in his ass. I was satisfied and decided it might be time to leave. A group had gathered around, A bunch of guys with their dicks out. The twinky guy turned around and offered his ass to a hot black guy, who instead looked at me and said, "no, I wanna fuck you." I was surprised, but was like, what the hell, so I bent over and he went to town on my ass. This started this marathon of tops fucking me, the twink, and another bottom. Every time one finished and I stood up, another top took his place and bent me over again. I loved it, and throughout this the twink and I continued to make out while we were getting fucked. I lost count of the number of cocks and loads I had taken in a fairly short period of time, maybe about half an hour or so. It was at least 3 or 4 loads, maybe 6 or 7. And I wasn't the only one collecting. After a while there was a gap where I wasn't getting fucked, so I stood up... my hole used and dripping.., and pulled up my jeans. The twink had turned top and was fucking the other bottom, they were having a good time. This had already been way more than I expected, and I was quite satisfied. I turned around to go and there was another good looking black guy I had seen hanging around, he grabbed my arm and said something like "my turn to fuck you." I said I was done, but he turned me around roughly and started to pull down my jeans. I reached back and felt his hard, big, beautiful cock, and thought... one more won't hurt. It did hurt, he was rough, slamming his cock in my hole over and over, and slapping my ass. I held on, and soon he came noisily, flooding my already overloaded ass. When he pulled out I looked around and a couple more guys I hadn't seen yet were hovering, looking interested, but I was done, the last fuck had worn me out. I zipped up my jeans and left. (I know this is heresy to most cum dump bottoms, but my point is that I was not expecting any of this, in the moment I was kinda freaked out at having been fucked so much and so roughly. Later I thought I could have, and maybe should have, handled a few more.) So what gives!? I go out horny, can't get a cock to point in my direction. I go out and don't look for it, I become the center of a gangbang. I'm sure there's something to the psychology of it... guys who are desperate are a turn-off, while guys who are not are more of a challenge and therefore a turn-on. But I don't know how not to be desperate for cock when I'm worked up and horny.

*My first story here. Mostly true, I think, but I was so high l can't be sure. So I'm posting it here. Hope it amuses... My favorite dealer is from a few years back when I spent 4 months in New Orleans. I'd only slammed few times by then and it'd been several months since then. I was bartending part time to keep busy and as a way to meet people. One guy who became a regular for me was a real hot late-30's slim tattooed shaved-head dealer who lived across the street from the bar in The French Quarter. When I was needing supplies I'd stop at his place after my shift where I'd hang out do we got to know each other a bit. I could sort of tell I wasn't his type. But we got along well enough for him to admit his favorite scene was to get a straight customer high enough that he'd let the dealer fuck him. He told me many stories of his successes but he had one new customer that he hadn't been able to close the deal with yet. The guy was our age, dark, hairy, a delivery man for a beer company and straight. Married-with-a-kid-and-another-one-on-the-way straight. But the guy liked his Tina and would hang out for hours getting high and pawing his crotch every time he made buy. It was driving my pal crazy; he was sure he could get into the guy's shorts with a bit of help. I told him an idea that might just get him over the hump and into his hole. And it worked out pretty well. The hottie usually stopped by when his last shift of the week was over, early afternoon on Thursdays. My shift was done at 1pm that day (New Orleans hours) which gave me an hour to get myself ready. By the time he walked in I was already half naked, on my knees and sucking my bud's cock. The guy didn't seem turned off or even too surprised. He just did his business and asked if he could hang a bit and blow some clouds, which is exactly what we hoped for. The guys kept chatting, I kept sucking and we all kept smoking. My pal kind of hinted that I was a bit of a Tina whore who earned my way by entertaining the dealer anyway he wanted. After a bit the dealer slid his hand down my spine to my butthole and started to finger me. Then he took a big rock and slipped it up my hole. The new guy hadn't ever seen a booty bump before but from the sound of it he was unzipping his fly in his excitement. In fact my dealer had me taking his shorts off while I kept sucking him but I got a good look at the guy across the room on the couch. 7" uncut, thick, hairy and juicy. The guy's eyes were black and laser-focused on us, especially when my pal turned around and buried my face in his ass. Well the newbie went nuts over that, said he'd never seen anyone do it though he'd heard of it and always fantasized about a tongue licking his shitter. He dropped his shorts and stood next to us to get a good view. The dealer said, "You should try some of this," meaning me. "He's one high cock-hungry bitch." The dealer grabbed my hair and swung my face in front of this straight, veined, slick cock. I held my mouth open and reached with my tongue for this perfect slab of mancock until the guy gave in and stuffed it down my throat. Pretty soon he remembered my rim-job and turned around. But here's where the next step out my plan came into play. I backed away and said, "Sorry. I'd love to but I only eat clean hole." But the guy was too high and too horned to let that stop him. I mean he begged a bit but I stuck to my plan. Now the dealer stepped in and suggested that he clean up in the shower. I even offered to show him how I do it since I needed a little break. So I took him to the bathroom and introduced him to the shower hose, making it look like no big deal. I left him in there alone and came out to wait for the plan to pay off. After 10 minutes the shower shut off and the guy came out in a towel still wet. But we were ready for him. We had a fresh full pipe to hand him and while he sat back on the couch my friendly dealer surprised him again. He tied off my arm and stuck a full rig I'm my vein so the new guy could watch. He said, "Watch this. He'll do anything we want after this." He then pressed down the plunger and popped the strap. WOW it must have been a big one cuz my eyes went won my and my ears rang and I coughed more than ever before. I guess it was my reward for bringing home the prize. All I wanted was cock and I crawled across the floor to the couch and that last cock I could remember sucking, which was lucky cuz I still had a job to do. I buried my face in his pubes with his half-hard dick in my throat, gagging and sputtering and moaning. My pal then came up behind me and fingered more tina in my hole. The guy on the couch was smoking away on the pipe and groaning as much as I was when my bud pulled his fingers out and stuffed his cock in. One long shove all the way to the bottom. That was my cue to lick down past the guy's balls to his taint and then to his furry cherry hole. I licked, I sucked, I nibbled and I tongued away for a long while I think. I know I had my spit all over my face and dripping off my chin. That's when I started fingering him too. Not much to start but eventually I had a finger from each hand and my tongue in there tasting the pink meat. The guy was groaning and tossing hires had around. I pulled back enough to show my progress to the guy dickin me from behind. That's when he tagged me out and went in for some butt-munching of his own. That was also my cue to slip away, grab my few clothes and the little bag of tina (that in fact I'd paid him for) plus a little sumthin-sumthin unexpected- another fully-loaded rig, I guess to show his gratitude. Gotta love this guy. Thus I left him to his own devices. High as I was I knew I wasn't heading home. I went to the old Midtown Spa, the sleazier of the two available. On Thursdays they rented rooms at half price so all the nastiest men crawled out from under their rocks. Plus a more colorful crowd went there and I loves me some BBC in need of white hole to breed. And I got plenty. Also later I heard the outcome of the great plan. It all went as hoped. In fact the newbie stayed most of the night getting higher and getting fucked. He even showed up at my work one day looking for action. But that's another story.

Last week I went to a sex party at a hotel. When I arrived soon after the start there were about a half-dozen already there, making out and sucking dick. I stripped and approached the group, and started to kiss and touch two of them. More guys kept arriving and soon there were several groups, all getting into it. It was a good mix of ages, skewing mid-30's to mid-50's, but with some younger and older. Most height-weight proportionate, and there were quite a few with big tools. Very quickly I found myself being rimmed by a guy who was shorter than me and was really in heat. He licked and tongued my hole, warming my entire body. After a few minutes he stood and slid his dick in my hole, fucking me with quick strokes. His cock was average sized, which is what I prefer for my first cock, until I'm opened-up. He didn't take very long to cum, loudly, to the approval of the room. My inner slut was proud that I was the first to get a load. I didn't take a break, but immediately began making out with a lean guy with a nice seven inch thick cock, alternated sucking and kissing him. Not only was he was a great kisser, he was also great at fucking my ass. Several times I did ass to mouth, tasting lube and cum. He tried to hold back, but finally shot a big load deep in my ass. This fuck, like the first one, was a standing fuck, where I was bent over a bit as he held my chest in his arms, or as he held my hips. He stayed in for a while before he slowly slid out. We kissed, I cleaned his cock, and kissed again. It was raw and passionate. Our connection was animalistic - which is nice to encounter. I took a little break, wandered over to some of the other boys, kissing and touching, then sucking. A youngish, tall, heavy in a good way black guy arrived. As soon as he was naked I went to work on his dick, getting it hard, squeezing his nipples as he indicated, and just enjoying feeling his enormous arms. I turned and guided his seven inch plus meat into my cum-lubed hole. We fucked a while. Others watched us, until he got soft, at which time we separated a for a bit. After a while another guy started to fuck him, and he was really enjoying it. He was frantically jerking off, and sensing he was close, I turned my ass toward him. One big spurt landed on my butt before he shoved his rod in me and dumped the rest of his load into the mix which was already there. He was sweating a lot - from both his orgasm and the heat of all the horny men. Next, another skinny guy with a big dick, mutual sucking before he had me crouch on the bed's edge and mounted me. He slid in and out, loving the sloppiness. He said he was vers and asked to be fucked. It is rare for me to fuck, my physical DNA and psychological character is bottom, built to take DNA. But since he had fucked me, and I wanted to keep help sustain the hot vibe at the party, I obliged. It was a nice hole, and he said he appreciated that my dick was so hard. Soon he was back in me, more ass-to-mouth, then he went on to a short, thin, young guy who was laying his back. The lucky kid got his load, when the kid asked me to also fuck his ass, which I did. As we fucked he said it was the first time he had been fucked while carrying a load in in his ass, and that he really wanted me to add my spunk to the mix. He felt amazing, reminding me why cum is the best lube. But I wasn't ready to shoot, as I was hoping for one more myself, or to cum while I was taking it up the ass, so I withdrew and another guy immediately took my place. I moved around, sucking and kissing, and got fucked a couple more times. The last one was hot, lean muscle 20-something with a big, uncut cock. Then it was 7:00 and I had to leave. It had been a damn hot party with a lot of cock and cum in less than two hours. I jerked off that night reliving the experience as I played with my cum-saturated hole. That night and the next day none of it leaked out, so all of it was absorbed. I hope there is another party soon!

Friday came around, and Jonas took me to the cinema. We arrived ten minutes early, so jumped in the back seat and fooled around, getting me nice and horny ready for Michael (in case you're wondering, not everything in my life is sexual. We also talked and joked, and listened to music - it's just that that's not the interesting part, and, I guess there's a lot of sex as well). He took my g-string off, and fucked me a bit, but I begged him not to come in me, and he held back somehow. But of course, that left me super horny and wet. When it was time to go, he made me repeat that I was a slut and I wanted cock about ten times before he'd let me go. I met Michael in the foyer, probably smelling musky, and feeling ready to burst. We awkwardly cheek-kissed, which made me giggle, because I would have fucked him right there if he was willing. We queued to get tickets, me standing a little too close behind him so my breast rubbed on his tricep a few times. My nipples were really hard by the time we went in to the cinema, just in time for the trailers to start. I lifted the armrest from between us, and leaned in against him, and he took the hint, putting his arm around me, draping his hand down near my boob, almost grazing my erect nipple. I made sure to arch my back when I laughed, but he didn't seem to take advantage of the "accidental" contact. The movie got started, and we got closer. I coudl feel his nervousness, and I admit I was a bit nervous too (but horny, and I presume he was also). Eventually, he looked at me at the right time, I smiled, and he went in for a kiss. It was all I could do to keep myself from jumping him then and there. I've gotten used to things moving very quickly (with the other guys, we rarely lasted more than a few minutes before starting fucking), so this was pussy-achingly slow. But eventually, the kisses became intense, and his hands became confident enough to feel my boobs on the outside of my top. I couldn't maneuver him under my top or up my skirt without acting like a complete slut, and I wasn't ready to risk him reacting badly to that, so the whole movie, my pussy ached to be touched, especially as I still had nothing on under my skirt, but the closest he got was running his hands up my legs. I got the feeling he was looking for panties, but didn't know what to do when he didn't find them. At some point, the movie ended (I have no idea what it was about), and we got up to leave. I told him it was time to take me home, but that he could come in for a bit. We hadn't really talked much, and without paying much attention to the plot, there wasn't much to talk about except sex... Made for something of an awkward ride home, but I did discover that he was a virgin, which surprised me (but explained the awkwardness). We arrived home, and I told him to come in for a coffee. I don't drink coffee, and I doubt he does. We walked in to an apparently empty house, though I knew Jonas was about somewhere. I took Michael to my bedroom, pulled the door almost closed (in case Jonas wanted to watch), put some music on, pulled him close and asked if he wanted to remain a virgin after tonight. My heart was beating - such a risk and so slutty to just offer a guy sex like that, but my pussy was dripping wet - literally, my skirt had a damp patch - and I needed cock ("I'm a slut and I want cock", I repeated to myself a few more times). We started kissing, and slowly, his hands explored the rest of my body, soon venturing under my clothes and finding I had no underwear on. He commented, and I told him that I often go commando, because I feel more comfortable. Painfully slowly, he made his moves, and I undid his top and his belt, until eventually, we were naked except for his boxers, which strained to keep his cock inside. I reached inside his waistband and grabbed his cock. He stopped me, saying he was going to come if I did that. I told him I didn't mind, but I'd rather he came inside me. He looked at me, like a deer in the headlights, as I released his cock from his boxers and guided it to my pussy. He came when he was half way in, and collapsed in embarrassment. I pulled him the rest of the way in, and we lay like that, him not looking at me, as I told him not to worry, and that I wanted to do it again. He just wanted me not to tell anyone, poor lad. It was great feeling a new cock in me, a new body against mine. Exploring and being explored by new hands. We fucked about eight times in the next hour. I had a bunch of orgasms, gave him a blow job or two, and we tried a few different positions. He was energetic, but needed prompting for most things, never really taking the initiative. Still, a good fuck, and I'd do him again - maybe I can train him like I did with Jonas. Speaking of Jonas, a few times, I heard something behind the music at the door, presuming that was Jonas. I saw his eyes once or twice too. I hoped he hadn't come, because I wanted his come in me afterwards. It was extra horny knowing I was being watched while fucking a new guy I had seduced. I made sure to give Jonas a few good angles of Michael's bare cock in my pussy from behind with me on top. I felt like such a slut, and yes, I wanted more cock. About 11:30, Michael said he had to go, but that he had a great time, and that he wanted to do it again. I just smiled and said maybe (I'm told it helps to play hard to get, but this is about as hard to get as I get). I made a bit of noise getting my robe and saying that I'd walk him to the door after he got dressed, so Jonas would know to hide. I let him out, and flashed him my naked body from the door after he got in his car - another of Jonas's suggestions. When I closed the door, a naked Jonas grabbed me from behind, turned me around, pulled my robe open, pushed me against the wall, and fucked me roughly with no foreplay, calling me a slut as he pumped his cock into my cum-filled pussy. He had been edging himself for a few hours, so blew his load in maybe thirty seconds, but not before getting me all worked up again. We fucked for another hour or so, and my pussy was satisfyingly aching. When it was time for Jonas to go, I went to the door with him completely naked, kissed him with the door open, and told him that I enjoyed being a slut, and wanted more cock. He kissed me hard, fingered me, and told me that next week, he'd help me get more cock. I asked what he meant, and he just smiled, and asked me if I was a slut. I am a slut, and I want more cock, I answered. He kissed me, and left me standing naked at the door. I went to bed, and masturbated, thinking about what he could mean.

So, the str8 black guy, Raymond, that fucked me with my regular suck/fuck buddy Joe, sent me an email a few days ago. He wanted to fuck me again before he flew home to Seattle on Tuesday. So, I went to his hotel room at MGM this afternoon at 2pm. Raymond answered the door wearing sweat pants and a tee-shirt. He invited me in, closed and locked the door. Then he stepped to his laptop on the desk. He looked through some files on his computer, then started a porn movie on it, turning the screen to the direction of the bed. Then he stood, turning towards me, he pulled open his sweat pants and pulled out his limp, but very ample dick. It flopped outside his pants. "Are you hungry?" he asked. I walked to him, dropped to my knees and began to suck on his beautiful, black cock. It grew slowly as I sucked on it. I pulled on the waistband of his sweat pants, pulling them down as he then stepped out of them and I tossed them aside. I fondled his giant, low hanging balls as his cock continued to grow in my mouth. Then he pulled his cock from my mouth and he sat on the edge of the bed. I crawled over, between his legs. Again taking his giant cock into my mouth. I took all I could down my throat. I'd gag on it and then come up for air. He seemed to enjoy making me gag. He'd push my head down, holding it there, until I'd gag, then let go and let me come up for air. I lowered my head and began to lick and suck on his balls. He lifted his legs, giving be a great view of his beautiful, black asshole. I licked it and flicked it with my tongue. "Eat it, Queer". "You love my black ass, don't you? Eat it. Eat my hole, Fag". His aggressive, demeaning, verbal abuse was turning me on. I did love his black asshole. I love his black cock. I love his black balls. I love making love to his cock, balls and ass. I licked and kissed his hole. I slid my tongue up into it. He let out a soft sigh. As I slid it in again, and again, and again. I spread his ass cheeks and slid my tongue as deeply inside his ass as I could get it. I licked the inside of his hole. My fingers spread his hole and I dove in even deeper. "Eat it, Faggot. Eat my ass". He stood and turned. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he reached back and spread his ass cheeks. Showing me his beautiful hole. I buried my face in his ass and slid my tongue deep inside him again. I was still fully dressed. I was reaching into my pants pockets for my poppers as I continued to eat his hot, black, straight hole. I came up for a breath and took a deep breath of poppers. Then my face went back into his ass and I continued to eat and lap at his hole. Raymond reached back and grabbed the back of my head. Pulling my head deeper into his ass. I could barely breath, since my face was smashed between his ass cheeks. Finally, I was able to pull my head away and gasp for breath. I stood and took off my clothes as I caught my breath. Once I was naked, I took another deep breath of poppers. Ray had turned and was now laying on his back on the bed. I climbed up on the bed, bent over him and took his large cock back into my mouth. I sucked on it as best I could. But it had grown so large and thick, I could get little more than just his mushroomed cockhead into my mouth. As I was sucking on his cock, he reached behind me and was fingering my ass. Yes, I knew that's what he ultimately wanted. My white ass. I adjusted my position to give him better access to my hole. He was stretching my hole open. Getting me ready to take his monster bbc inside me. Raymond pulled himself up, so that he was now laying in the center of the king sized bed. His giant cock was sticking straight up to the ceiling. "Sit on this, fucker. Sit on my dick, you horny little fucker". I grabbed the bottle of lube that Raymond had placed on the bedside table. I squeezed some lube on my fingers and lubed up my hole. I repeated that a couple of times. I knew my ass was going to need to be well lubed to take his monster cock in me again. My ass hadn't fully recovered from his first fuck with me last week. Then I squeezed some lube on Ray's cock and made sure it was nice and slick. I used the small hand towel he had left on the table and wiped the lube from my fingers, so I could open the poppers. I took some deep breaths of poppers as I swung my leg across Ray's body and straddled him. I placed his giant mushroom cockhead up to my hole as I took another deep breath. "What's that shit you're sniffing?", Ray said. "Poppers. You've heard of them, haven't you?" "Yeah, I heard of them. Let me try". I took the lid off and handed him the bottle. He took a couple of sniffs, and handed the bottle back to me. I took one more deep breath of the poppers, then began to slowly lower myself onto him. Oh, FUCK! It hurt. But I was going to take it. I had been waiting all of the rest of last week, waiting to have Ray's bbc inside me again. I was going to take it. As much as it hurt, I continued to lower myself on him. Until I had him fully inside me and could feel his hairy balls against my ass. I held it there for a few moments, so I could adjust to his length and thickness inside me. Finally, I began to slowly raise and lower myself on him. It was now feeling great. And I was loving the feel of his mammoth cock sliding up and down my ass. I was rocking back and forth as I took his cock deep inside me. Ray began to press up into me. Now he was thrusting up into me as I was rocking on it. Finally he took hold of my waist and lifted me. He rose up and pushed me back on my back. He was able to stay fully inside me as we repositioned on the bed. I was now on my back and he was kneeling between my legs. He had pulled my legs up over his shoulders and was now slamming into me. He would slam so hard and deep into me that he would force the breath out of me. I would make a grunting sound with each thrust he took into me. Normally, even with an xxl cock in me, by this time in the fuck, I've completely adjusted to the size and would not be experiencing any pain. But Ray's cock was so mammoth and so thick that with each thrust, it was difficult to know whether to groan in pleasure or in pain. It was an odd mixture of both pain and amazing pleasure. I was both loving and dreading each of his powerful thrusts into me. He rammed my ass in this position for 3 or 4 minutes, then pushed me onto my side. He rolled onto his side, behind me and lifted my leg up to give him easy access to my ass. This position was a bit easier for me, and I began to relax and enjoy each thrust. He pounded me in this position for another 5 minutes. Then he pushed me forward and down. I was now laying flat on the bed, face down. He now really started to ram into me even harder. The pain was now all gone. And I was enjoying each and every thrust he gave me. He was really slamming deeply into me, and his body, as it slammed into me, made a loud slapping sound. I was grunting as the air would be pushed out of me with each thrust. It was rough, but is was so exciting and such a huge turn on to be totally and completely USED by this gorgeous, strong, muscular, masculine straight black God, that I wanted it to never end. I wanted to do nothing more that to be used for his pleasure. To be used to get him off. To be used as his cum receptacle. He slammed deeper and harder and louder into me. Soon, Raymond began to grunt as well. Sweat was dripping from his forehead now and covering me with his sweat. I could feel the wetness between our bodies. He and I were both gasping for breath. Finally he gave me one last and violent thrust of his giant cock and growled. "OH, FUCK...!!!! YOU FUCKING BITCH! Take my load you, Fucking Cunt! Take my load, you piece of shit....OH,...... FUUUUUCCCK...!!!" His body began to shake as his cock throbbed inside my ass. I could feel the cum surging through his cock and into my guts. He was deep up inside my second sphincter. Unloading his hot seed, deep, deep up inside me. My body also began to shake. While I wasn't cumming as in cum coming from my cock. I was shaking in orgasm. His orgasm seemed to go on and on. Each time he would orgasm, it would set me off. And I would orgasm as well. He stopped shaking, but stayed deep inside me for a few moments. HIs hot breath was on the back of my neck, as he began to slowly pull out of me. Each time he'd pull back, it would make me shake in orgasm again. I tried to hold onto him, by squeezing my ass around his cock. But, he slowly did finally pull out and his cockhead came out with a plop. Just as his cock plopped from me, I had my last orgasm. He dropped onto the bed, panting as he caught his breath. I snuggled up to his sweat covered, hairy chest and laid against him as we both breathed deeply. After a few moments, Ray slapped my ass and rolled off the bed. "Fuck, Dave! You are a hot fuck! Who'd have thought a guy could fuck like that? Guess I'm going to have to come back to Vegas soon. I can't find any pussy that can take a pounding like you. Do all guys fuck like you?" he asked? I leaned over and took his softening, cum covered cock into my mouth. My lips squeezed every last drop of his sweet cum and licked his piss hole clean of cum". Then I rose up, laughing, I said "Yeah. Well, maybe not every guy. But, with a dick like yours, you'll have no trouble finding a man pussy to pound. But, my ass is yours anytime you come back. Let me know". I dressed as he went into the bathroom to wash off his cock. He came out of the bathroom as I was putting on my shoes. I stood and he gave me a quick hug. "Damn, buddy. Thanks for the fuck. You'll be my hole of choice, whenever I'm in town", he chuckled as I walked to the door. I'm sitting here writing this. Hours later, and his cum is now trying to make it's way out. My briefs and seat cushion are wet with his cum. But, I'm not wanting to shit it out, yet. I love the feel of having a part of him still inside me. What a fuck! I will gladly give up my hole for him anytime he's in Vegas. What a HOT Top!!!! I've had some great fucks in my life. But, I may have to say this was one of the hottest fucks of my life. I'm so sore right now. I may not be able to take dick for a few days. But it was definitely worth it.

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.

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.

I want something like this... maybe a bit of red!

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

This erotic fiction is a continuation of my story, The Broken Jock, that started in the "General Bareback Sex Stories" section that now, at Part 3, seems to belong in this section instead—for reasons you will soon discover. Check out Parts 1 and 2 to see how far this young, gay, safe-sex only, softball player has fallen. Enjoy. The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo, Part 3 The next Friday afternoon, Hank texted me. Hank: Hey boy, I have plans for that hot little hole of yours tonight. Be at room 228 at the Folsom Motel at 11. It had been almost a week since Hank fucked me last and I was feeling really horny. I had made plans to meet friends at a Castro bar at 8, but I figured I could excuse myself around 10:30 and head to the motel to get another one of Hank's anonymous fucks. I still don't know what he looks like. Me: OK, sir. -- When I got to the motel room door, the hall lights were dimmed by so many fluorescent tubes being out with one or two flickering. I’m in a horror film, I thought to myself with a grin. But since the typical motel had its hallways outside under the lights of the surrounding city, it actually wasn’t as dark or menacing as all that. I knocked on door number 228. “Who’s there?” I heard Hank say. “It’s me. Adam.” I heard lamps being turned off and then the door opened. “Get on the bed face down, boy. Push down your pants, too.” I felt my way to the bed and laid down on my chest while opening the fly to my jeans. Hank closed the door, came up behind me and helped push my pants down. “Nice white jock, boy. You know what gets my dick hard.” He then pushed his soft leather cod piece against my bare ass. “Let’s get this blind fold on you.” My cock was rock hard in anticipation for Hank to plow my hole again. Did he bring more anonymous used condoms like last time? Hank got on top of me and licked the left side of my face in one long upward lick. “Your going to get some more of ol’ Hank’s cock tonight. Plus, I’ve invited a few friends over from that hook up site, BareBackFuckers.” “Yes!” I didn’t use my inside voice. Hank explained more, whispering in my ear. “I found your profile on that safe-sex only site you are still on, and I took a screen shot of it. Then I went to BareBackFuckers and shared that screen shot with some select tops that I want to see get inside you.” Hank shoved his hand under me to feel my dick. He easily felt the precum I was leaking into my jock pouch. “Fuck, boy! Already leaking. I knew you needed some more raw cock in you.” He continued rubbing my cock head through the cloth as he went on. “I told these select men that safe-only ShortStop91 is now taking all loads. There are two men coming here tonight to fuck and load up your hole while you suck my cock. These guys will only have one mission: to breed that nice newbie hole of yours. Then you’ll get fucked by me. Understand?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” Hank seemed especially intense tonight, but I wanted it, and Hank knew just how to use me. Hank got up and unsnapped the leather cod piece. He walked around to the other side of the bed and I felt the mattress take on his weight in front of my blindfolded face. His cock was rock hard as he rubbed it on my face and in my hair. His P.A. was cool on my lips when he told me to open up. He pushed his cock in forcibly to the back of my throat and he held the back of my head as I squirmed and gagged on the P.A. “Fuck yeah, jock boy. Take my cock in your throat. I know you can take Phil’s cock in there.” I relaxed my throat to help Hank invade, and I breathed through my nose the way Phil always commanded. Hank said he wanted to skull fuck me before the other men got there. I did pretty well, I think. I tried to forget about the scary P.A. in my throat and just focus on Hank’s cock head. About every minute or so, Hank would push all the way in and keep it there while I gagged. As he pulled out I got some air again, recovered, and opened my mouth to let Hank to do it again. “Good boy, Adam. Let me have that mouth and throat!” A knock on the door. “Who’s there?” Hank yelled. “Ahhhh… I think we’re both from the site,” came from a man’s voice from outside the door. “I’m Coach4Jox and this other fella is…” “Pops9in!” the other man’s voice finished. They must have arrived at the same time. "Come on in, guys." The door opened and I heard the men enter. "Turn on that one lamp, too. I’ve got him blindfolded.” I heard the click of the lamp and shortly thereafter felt a hand feel up my naked ass and another hand in my hair. “Shit! It really is you!” said the man near my face. “I’ve been checking you out on the safe-sex hook up site for two years. Your ass looks so good in that softball uniform pic! I’ve messaged you, too. But I figured you didn't answer because I’m a lot older. I see you at the bars sometimes, too. I have fantasized many times about fucking your gorgeous butt, and I have schemed in my head about how I’d pull the damned condom off without you knowing. I can’t believe I get to finally put my cock in that butt of yours—although I have to admit, a good stealth breeding of your jock ass would have been truly amazing.” As the guy near my head was talking, the other guy was already trying to push his cock into my hole. He was about a quarter way in dry. As Pops9In was taking my hole I realized that I recognize the other guy’s handle from the safe-sex site. Coach4Jox was a white-haired man, mid-60s, who was constantly trying to set-up a fuck date with me with messages like: “I have condoms. I would love to shove my daddy cock into that very nice jock butt of yours.” But, I have had lots of men trying to get in my pants who were hotter than Coach4Jox, so I just never really gave him much thought. Hank pushed his cock back into my mouth and announced to the other men that ShortStop91 is going bareback today and that they should "fuck me up.” “As my handle indicates, I’ve got 9 inches of raw cock I’m going to shove up his 'safe-only' butt.” He kept pushing into me. "Fuck, this hole is tight!” "There’s lube next to you on the bed,” Hank offered. “I brought the oil-based stuff this safe-boy has always avoided.” Hank was playing like I was being offered up for barebacking for the first time to these men. Close enough for me. In my head, I was still in the process of being fully used and violated by my Hank. A man who started fucking me into bareback whoredom only two fuck sessions ago. I thought to myself, Pops9in and Coach4Jox will be men #11 and #12 to shoot their loads inside my hole. “Ahhhhh!” I gasped. With a lubed cock, Pops9in entered my hole. “Nice! We have penetration!” Hank said. The man’s large cock filled my rectum as I gripped Hank’s leather-clad thighs. Hank pulled his cock out of my mouth and put an opened poppers bottle under my nose. “Take a good hit, boy.” I took about six hits as the cock inside me pushed in some more. I felt the inner tingle and static from the poppers. “Mmmmm,” I moaned as Hank pushed his P.A. and cock head back into my throat. “He’s lit,” Hank said. “Go ahead and try to fuck him now.” “He’s really tight,” the man said. “Take my cock, son. And no fucking rubbers, safe boy. This is raw cock inside you. This is what taking a man’s cock is supposed to feel like. Damn, I’m all the way in.” The man, Pops9in, bucked so that his cock head nudged the deepest part of my hole. “Oh, yeah. Fuckin’ sweet hole here. Can’t fuckin’ believe my luck today when you messaged me.” He then started fucking in long strokes. Grunting and telling me to take it. Telling me that I loved raw dick now. “And my cock is not pulling out until every one of my fucking sperm is inside your young" —thrust— “jock” —thrust— "butt.” “Do it!” Hank’s cock got extremely hard in my mouth as he watched the man fucking my ass. “Let me see you shove that poz cock up that jock ass. Fuck that neg jock ass.” Was that just hot talk? Did I hear Hank say “poz”, “neg”? It began to sink in how Hank might be violating me tonight. All the years of getting fucked with condoms to avoid HIV infection, and was it true? Was I getting fucked bareback by an HIV positive top? Was it just fantasy talk? Hank held the poppers under my nose again, and I surrendered. “Yeah boy, take another hit. Poz9Inch wants to load up your hole tonight. Take his poz cock and let him load you up.” I realized then I had originally misheard the handle on the man whose huge cock was now pistoning in and out of my hole, a poz cock without a condom. The poppers had taken over my head, so I gave in. Hank put his hard cock back in my mouth and told me to suck on the head. A wave of poppers-induced electricity went right to my groin and asshole. I found myself using my mouth and my ass muscles to milk the two cocks that were inside me. I was going to knowingly have a raw anonymous poz cock unload inside my ass for the first time. Once Poz9In heard his HIV status revealed to me, he started fucking rougher, grunting as he landed his cock head deep in my hole. “Fuckin charge that hole, man,” I heard the Coack4Jox say. “Breed that safe-only ass!” “My pre-cum has been lubing him up for the last 15 minutes, so this neg jock is getting it already. Might as well load ‘em up.” I heard the men wickedly cheer as Poz9in was building up to unload inside me. “Do it, man,” said Hank. “Unload in his hole, he’ll take it. Won’t you, boy.” I nodded. “Fuck yeah, kid. Here is comes.” Poz9in made guttural grunts as his cock shot his warm toxic cum into my rectum. “Yes! There is it boy. All my sperm having a party inside your hole right now. Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Let me fuck that in.” Poz9In fucked me hard for about a minute. His cum was so battered in my hole that I could feel some of it leaking down my nut sack and into my jock. “Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck!!!” “That’s it, boy,” Hank coached into my left ear. “Take the man's poz load, Adam. I knew you’d be a good submissive boy for me tonight.” Poz9in pulled out of my ass and I felt the cool air of the room on my exposed jock-strapped ass. My legs had been kicked wide apart by him as he bred me, maniacally trying to shove his cock as far in as he could. I felt completely open as the white-haired old man got in place between my legs. Coach4Jox entered me quickly and began hammering his good sized meat into my cum-slicked hole. He fucked in and out of me as he talked. “Fuck yeah! For so long, I’ve fantasized about doing this to you, Adam. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’ve stalked you at your softball games and watched you get drunk at the bars, hoping you’d get wasted enough to need someone to walk you home. I’d imagine promising you that I’d wear a condom if you’d let me fuck you. Thinking about how I could use a condom and wait until you’re passed out drunk on your bed to rip the condom off and slide back in, stealth pozzing you when I unload shot after shot of my toxic cum inside that young jock butt of yours.” Coach4Jox kept fucking my hole and promising me another poz load as Hank, listening to the man’s perverted confession, climaxed. “Damn! I’m cumming in your mouth, boy! Open up that throat.” I let Hank’s cock head into my throat again and immediately felt the warmth of his sperm in my throat as I swallowed. I took Hank’s load like he was a familiar lover. He kept his dick in my mouth as he watched and listened to the old man fuck me. Hank pushed my head to the bed hard. “Now’s your chance, Coach. You’ve got him passed out on the bed now. Fucking stealth that young jock ass. Fucking breed that neg hole with your poz cock." “Fuck! Here it comes, you fucking neg shortstop tease," Coach4Jox said. “Take my load up your sweet butt for good.” Coach4Jox unloaded a hot torrent of poz cum into my hole. The men celebrated my violation with profanity and slaps on my ass. The old man pulled out of my ass and told the other men to look at my hole. “Fuck! This is what two poz loads up a hot young bubble butt looks like. Poz9in added, "Fucking hot jock boy, getting knocked up by anonymous men like that.” He slapped my ass. After the rustling sounds of men getting dressed, Hank said, “Thank you, gentlemen, for helping me out tonight. This was a safe-only boy who submitted fully to me only recently. As far as I know you two are his first poz loads. I am hoping to get him introduced and used at the bathhouse soon, and I think tonight should ease that transition.” I could hear, “sure thing, man” and “anytime” from the outside corridor. With the door open, I could feel the cold San Francisco air on my wet asshole. I heard Hank put keys on the night table by the bed. “Check out’s at noon. You can stay until then, if you want. You were great tonight, boy. Let’s consider meeting up again mid-week. I’ll text you.” My violation would continue. “Yes, sir.” “That’s what I like to hear. Keep that blindfold on for five minutes!” I heard the door close and listened as Hank’s footsteps faded. I fell asleep in that position: facedown, bare assed, legs spread. My asshole felt wet, open, used and empty. I slept soundly, dreaming only of sex. I wanted more. Edited July 31 by drscorpio Put a link to the first 2 parts in 37

This is my write up for the men's club at Berghain , called Lab.oratory. This club Berghain is a very popular dance/Rave club in the Friedrichshain area of Berlin- its at the end of the UBahn Train #1 and a 15 min from station which is pretty safe I found but any cab driver will know Berghain dance club so just ask them to take you to there to Berghain. Its about 20 Euro from center of Berlin, Schoneburg. And, the cab leaves you at the Cab line up entrance. When you get out-- just walk through the muddy path directly to the huge warehouse building. you will see some metal barriers for lining up - just go through and then cut directly to the LEFT and you'll a short bit another short right -walk through the enclosed pathway and at the end on the right at end is the entrance. A big burly German will be at door to let you in. Check the local listings or Disco Damage for the theme night. Its only open Thurs, Friday, Sat and Sun. Usually Thurs is Naked night, and Friday is just open - but my advice just check your clothes (more on that later). Sat/ Sunday is usually some Fetish night - some more popular than others... the place is a huge warehouse- pictures don't do it justice- its out of a dystopian novel -scary but its just all lends to the mystique of the place.... I went on Thurs- Naked Night and Friday- Night -2 4 1 special drinks and Sunday afternoon- which was Masked night. Thursday Naked Night- FIRST and MOST -do not show up late!!!! There was a line up at 9pm opening and you will regret every sec if you show up at 10 - the door is only open for 2hours - after that 2hours it closes door- and I mean show up at 8:30 and line up it was 8:45 with 5 guys lined up and I turned around and 15 guys were behind me in just a matter of seconds. The door opens - the doorman are pretty gruffy but nice so just don't be an ahole. You pay your 6 euro and they give you a bag- Naked means naked- no jock etc- keep you your shoes , knee pads whatever- and you place your valuables in the bag and they give you a number on a plastic card-(DO NOT LOSE) the card is how they track your drinks that you buy at the bar and its all very high tech -(god NYC could learn something from it) so wear socks or some wrist bad or something to hold card. The number is written on your bag and your arm. Important when you leave at night -you have to dress and take that card with your number on it at the bar to check out -even if you didn't have anything to get receipt from bartender -in order to leave and not upset the doorman- you give the number card and receipt back to doorman to leave so they know you settled your tab. I stress again do not lose it !!!! they get very upset so follow protocol. NAked night- OMG- it was about 400 guys - 400 of the most hottest men I've seen ever-all shapes, sizes age groups- just naked - some of the biggest dicks I ve seen and then alot of regular etc. Caligula must have left blueprints for this place-its huge- and why I say get there early on time- not only will you miss the action but you'll want to as a first timer - explore the place-there so many nooks and crannies it feels endless and you definitely want to explore the place - and like me you'll want to clone yourself so you can place your self in every possible area- there was so much fucking, sucking etc once it started and when it starts its flash quick -it goes on on on -it s like wildfire and you move from one stop -another set of bodies are just fucking away. --- When you walk in the little booths on the right are for more privacy but then on the left of that is a leather curtain with a sling in between the rooms- go through that and there is the main darkroom- it has a full size bed platform where the Berlin Bottoms line up and take their positions-its also another small leather platforms and a sling in the dark corner and some various tables, fuck horses- but let me tell you -once the first bttm is getting plowed- its like a zombie apocalypse - I wish those tops would come to NYC - there is nothing as wildly fun as I ever I have seen in all my years- the closest was the old El Mirage Black party nights.. I'm truly dating myself. The other areas is the bar- with the nicest bar staff ever! and then begins the Yellow brick road- a hall way with slings on both sides and then a back hallway with crannies and leads to anther small bar and then to the right is a crackout dark hallway with what I would call -waiting stations- for more intimate action - i'm winking there because the men will just jump on whatever you're doing--- and then it opens to a grand room where there are various platforms and directly on the left in the back is the gloryhole section- i found this on the 3rd go around and boy that was jumping all night long on both ends... -the right is where the bathroom is at and a small tub for piss addicts. The toilets for the piss/shit fetish smells like it and two rooms with hoses for cleaning out- apparently that happens tho I can't imagine doing that there but it must happen- the smell is something I won't forget- it was disgusting and gives you a tremendous hardon at the same -go figure! One mention by the gloryhole area is a booth area with metal floor grating and right below it is a tiled room with stairs leading down to it- I couldn't figure it out but this for piss lovers just to lie on metal grating and let them just piss on you- god I love the Germans! I didn't see it much used on my visit. There is an upstairs area with a sling and some leather fuck beds that was during various times very popular so not to be missed. The main action centered in the main dark room with the platform beds with the bottoms lined up bentover -the tops will go from hole to hole to hole- god it was sensational on the receiving end and to watch it go down as well.... a tops dream and a bottoms final resting place-LOL- i would pay rent to live there! The action was non-stop until about 12midnight and this is where the crowd starts to go - because of work and real life of course so that's why I stress- go early!!!!!! One thing bout the bottoms-they are extremely aggressive -they will knock you out to get that cock and will pull it out your ass and right into their mouth and back to their hole- -this for newcomers was like for me WTF and you have to learn -bitch -that's my cock- pull it out there ass- eat it and put it back in yours. Friday night- was the regular night - I at first went to gay village to check out the CDL bar lounge that was having Berlin Gangbang -15 euro - OMG what a fucking waste of time- it was horrible! all wrapped and quite pathetic - i left ran into two Danes visiting from Copenhagen and i saved them the waste of time and we went to LAB- it was about 11ish close to the doors closing at 12 midnight and OMG it was packed i mean 400 guys - not all naked but trust me when I say - just check your shit and don't bother -if u want to wear a jock -go ahead but don't with the clothes -you came to fuck so come to fuck! It was so crazy - insane- a must visit. Sat -I didnt attend it was gummie night- rubber night Sun -mask night- bring your own or they sell you a hooded mask- bring your own -the one they supply look like terrorist hoods- and so HOT! I mean stifling not the erotic kind- but when in rome--- it wasn't nearly as crowded about 50 if that so wasn't that popular My recommendation is Thus/Frid nights- not to be missed!!!! one other recommendation - the sauna BOILER- is so amazing-it puts any other bathhouse to shame which includes Steamworks in Chicago, Toronto, - it is an achievement that's got to be seen- and Sunday at 5pm is high tide for some of the most beautiful men I've seen gathered - it does skew younger Berliner's - there wasn't a lot of out of shape guys - i did feel like the fattest person there -i did see a few beefy like myself just so you know but fuck it -go just to see the steamroom and the maze of rooms. I didn't care i did feel intimidated but got in one of the rooms with the sling- put on my mask and blinded myself - i took 3 loads - woof! so if you attend church you will get your communion! A must see!!! LAB- out of this world - sorry for the long post but nobody ever shares what its really like and this just gives a beginner a glimpse of what you'll find but the experience is on another level and what you make of it- and its for all ages unlike some places where older guys like myself will feel left out- I didn't see anyone left out. Also, yes, a lot of the fucking is raw but there was condom use more than i would prefer but it is quite mixed but its definitely more raw. I hope this helps any newcomers..... I know I want to go back.

I was always going to be a slut. My mum was a prostitute, and doesn't know who my Dad was (he was a client, she was 19). She then married another fairly wealthy client (the man I call "Dad"), who encouraged her to keep working, and introduced her to swinging and cuckolding. She runs a bareback porn website, and is constantly fucking other men (and women). Dad is into the cuckold wifesharing thing, obviously, but is also bisexual and gets around the baths quite a bit. I happen to know that he's versatile. They were always reasonably open about their sexuality with me, so I grew up being pretty comfortable with sex. When I was young, we moved to Germany. Dad's business had an opportunity to expand into Europe, and so we ended up in Hamburg. I think they were partly keen on it because of the more open attitude to sex, and particularly bareback sex. Mum started working in an "alles ohne" sex club as well, and they started running bareback swinger parties. Of course, while they were open with me about what they were doing, they were careful to let me choose how to run my life, and always told me that I had complete control over my body. But I was curious, and horny (my genetics probably explain that). And they certainly encouraged that! Every week, sometimes twice, mum would take me to a naturist health spa - completely non-sexual places, but where everyone was naked. We loved it, so relaxing. But it was also a great way to get me comfortable with nudity, and to feed my natural curiosity about penises. I'd sneak peeks at the men, and ask mum about them later. She'd tell me which ones she had fucked (she used to go more often during the week, and occasionally pick up men), though that was usually obvious from how they'd talk and flirt, and from the subtle stirrings in the men's cocks. As I started developing breasts and pubic hair, I'd occasionally have bouts of self-consciousness, and would stop going. But of course, my curiosity would return. As I became more womanly, I started to notice men paying attention to me, while trying to pretend that they weren't. I enjoyed the rush when I realised a guy was looking at my breasts. Of course, mum and I shared this, and we'd tease each other about who was checking who out. Sometimes I'd go on my own or with a girlfriend, and enjoy the different dynamic when I wasn't obviously being "supervised". Mum also took me to get a prescription for the pill, and ensured I was carrying condoms with me (she never used them unless a guy insisted, but didn't like to turn down opportunities for sex, so always had some with her), just in case I couldn't wait for the pill to take effect. I wasn't ready for sex yet, but she told me that the urge can come on pretty quickly, and it would be better if I was prepared, so I wouldn't have to risk pregnancy, or say no when I wanted to say yes (she was mostly worried about the latter). She also bought me a dildo and a vibrator to experiment with. I got pretty proficient at masturbating myself. She even took me shopping for nice underwear, so I'd want to show it off, and told me to always wear something I'd like to be seen in. At the same time, boys at school were becoming interested - we were in our early teens, and hormones were raging. I'd flirt with guys, and they'd flirt back, but most of them weren't ready to make any moves. I asked mum what to do to encourage them, as I hadn't even kissed a guy at this stage. She gave me a few suggestions, mostly about getting into situations where I was alone with a guy, and being a bit touchy with him, lingering eye contact, that sort of thing. Mum started making sure that I had plenty of opportunity to be alone with the guys, by conspicuously going out for the evening when I brought them home, and so on. It worked pretty quickly, and soon I was regularly making out with three male friends. The best advice mum gave me was to start each time where I left off last time. Guys tend to expect that anyway, but if you start with "now where were we?", you can skip the caution and, and of course, each time, they go a bit further. And, because the guys knew each other, and talked about it, they exchanged tips, and competed to see how far they could get with me. Of course, I'd share this with mum, and we'd giggle together like excited schoolgirls (not surprising, because that's what I was). She'd egg me on, suggest ideas, check I was taking the pill regularly, and occasionally tease me for holding back - of course, by now, she'd have fucked them multiple times over and be looking for more. I loved it, becuase it made me bolder. She also suggested that if I get the chance, I should warm myself up by masturbating before they arrived, get myself really horny, and of course, follow up when they left by getting myself off while fantasising about what else I could do with them. It didn't take long. One night I was kissing Jonas, and he'd feel my boobs over my shirt. Two days later, I'd be with Timo, and he'd get a handful of boobs and arse through my jeans. Mum suggest I wear a skirt next time, and the next day, Tobias was slipping his hand inside my panties to feel my butt cheeks. Back with Jonas the following weeks, wearing jeans, and he told me he was hoping I would wear a skirt, so I took my jeans off with him instead. Timo's hands were on my bra up inside my shirt a few days later. Mum had the idea to wear a one-piece playsuit with Jonas, who took the hint and suggested I remove it. I reciprocated and took his top off. The dry-humping was getting me very wet, and I told mum the next day that I didn't think I would be a virgin for long, but I didn't know which guy I wanted to take my virginity. It didn't take long after that - Timo got my bra off, and I was in panties with him in just briefs. I got Jonas' briefs off and felt my first penis, licking the tip a bit. I gave Tobias a full blowjob (I didn't swallow, but did taste the cum). I told Tobias that I thought next time, we'd fuck for sure. With Jonas the next day, I did the same, but got completely naked and let him touch my clit. With Timo, same again, but he followed up by going down on me, which was amazing. He got hard again, and I straddled him, grinding my bare pussy on his cock until he came again. The following day was Friday, and i had Tobias over. The anticipation was killing me - I knew I was about to fuck for the first time, and was dripping wet the whole day. So much so, I could barely hold myself back as I masturbated while waiting for him to arrive. When he rang the doorbell, I was naked in bed, so threw on a dress and ran to let him in. As soon as we entered my bedroom, I pulled off my dress, and started clawing at his clothes, as we kissed like maniacs. I think he was naked in maybe ten seconds, and I immediately straddled him on the bed and started grinding. He was hard from the start, and said he was going to cum if I didn't stop soon. I lifted up a bit, took his cock in my hand, and guided it towards my hole. He asked if we should wear a condom, and I told him I was on the pill, so it was fine. Inch by inch, he entered me, and I enjoyed every step. It didn't hurt, probably becuase of the dildo practice. It didn't last long - maybe 30 seconds later, I felt his cum filling me. We fucked four more times in the next hour, and a few more before he left that evening. The next day, I was a bit sore, but happily so. Of course, I told Mum, and she took me to the sauna for a celebration, and then out for a nice lunch. In the afternoon, I had arranged to meet Jonas, and fucked him in the same manner. His cock was a bit smaller than Tobias's, and he was more gentle, and lasted a bit longer. He was supposed to leave at about six pm, because I was expecting Timo at seven. But we got carried away fucking, and Timo was early, so I ended up walking Jonas to the door while wrapped in a gown and wet in sweat and with my pussy dripping in cum, and letting Timo in at the same time. That was a little awkward at first, and I told Timo I wanted to shower and then we'd fuck, but he said he was far too horny to wait, and convinced me to fuck him anyway. His cock was noticeably thicker than either Tobias or Jonas. He came in seconds, his jizz mixing with Jonas's, and this set me off for my first orgasm from actual sex. We fucked into the evening. I sent him home about ten, had a bath, and then made myself a warm mug of cocoa as I waited for Mum to come home so I could tell her everything. Mum arrived back, obviously from a sex party herself. We exchanged stories, and giggled until the early hours of the morning. We worked out that in the last 24 hours, I'd had dick in me for about 8 hours, from my first three guys. She was jealous until I made her tell me about her evening - six guys, all taking turns with her and another woman, together. That sounded exciting, but also too much for me. She said that if I keep going how I'm going, it won't be long and I'll be wanting more and more, and would probably out-do her in the slut field - she hadn't really started until she was older, and didn't get really slutty until she met my dad a few years after she had me. Before heading to bed (to masturbate gently, of course), we talked about how I could arrange a threesome or foursome with the guys, or whether there were any other guys I wanted to try to seduce. This gave me lots of material to masturbate to, and by Sunday morning, my pussy was so sore, I could barely touch myself. Seems inevitable now, but that's how my sluthood started.

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.

This story takes place in two different time periods. 1988 I had somehow managed to make it to my senior year in high school without ever making a single close friend or going to a single dance. I had this severe shyness that kept me silent, studious and completely alone. Maybe college would change everything for me. I'd been accepted to a fairly good school three hours away and hoped I'd be a completely new person there. I just had to bide my time for another six months. My isolation didn't go unnoticed by my parents, and they were always trying to coax me out of my shell. One Friday evening my mom cornered me and told me I was absolutely going to go to the football game that night. I refused and she broke into tears. "You HAVE to! There's nothing wrong with you! You just haven't tried and I'm sick of it! You're going -- be ready to leave in half an hour." "How long do I have to stay?" "An hour at least. I'll drive you and park right by the front to make sure you don't sneak out. Your father and I have already decided that if you don't at least do this, we're not giving you any money for college". I was trapped. Sullenly, I walked upstairs and changed into my most casual, 'blending in" kind of clothes. Maybe I could just hide among all the generic teens and not even be noticed. On the drive there, Mom softened her tone. "Just talk to somebody. You're not the only shy person in the world. Start a conversation about the game or school or anything. Please try." I stayed quiet. I'd never forgive her for this. As she parked and turned off the ignition, she handed me a 20 dollar bill. "Buy somebody a Coke or popcorn or something". I walked to the entrance of the crummy little stadium with my head down and my heart rate way up. The park was nearby -- I could always just go there and sit at a picnic table for an hour. I recognized the girl who was taking admission. Her name was Rhonda and she was a total airhead slut. She was flirting with some older guy so aggressively that she didn't even notice me walk right in without paying. Oh God! The scene was way too much. Everybody in the world was there and already rowdy. They were revved up by the cheerleaders who were trying to get them even rowdier. No way could I handle this. I circled around the back and ended up under the bleachers. It was pretty dark, but seemed like a safe haven from the madness. I sit in the dry dirt and made a mental note to brush my pants off before I got back to Mom. I listened to the muted cheers, boos, laughter and whistles for a good twenty minutes before my solitude was interrupted. About twenty feet away from where I was sitting was a small group of guys with glowing cigarettes. I suppose I should have guessed that beneath the bleachers was where all the 'bad kids" gathered. Mom made me promise to talk to somebody -- maybe I'd go talk to a delinquent. I walked closer and reached into my pocket. "Hey. I found a 20 over there, is it yours?" Not surprisingly, one of them spoke up right way and said "Oh yeah! Thanks!" He took it from my hand and offered me a cig. I had no idea how to smoke, but figured I could fake it. As he lit it for me, I could see his face in the flame's light. He was not a teenager. 30 at least. As my eyes adjusted a bit, I recognized the other two dudes. They were both in my class even though I seldom saw them. "Your name's 'Carl', right?", one of the guys my age asked. "Yeah", I answered (even though it was actually 'Charles'). "I'm Meatball", the older guy said as he pulled a bottle out of his coat. He took a swig and passed it to me. I'd never had a drink before, but took a sip and did my best not to choke. We stood around, smoking and taking sips for a good half hour. At some point, I noticed that the smoke smelled different than before. Holy shit -- it was pot! Drugs! I imitated what they did with the 'joint'. Mom and Dad would be so proud. Meatball announced that he needed to piss and started stumbling toward the park. I offered to help him by offering my shoulder. He was a large man and I was afraid he'd knock me over, but we made it to a dark area under a tree. He fumbled with his zipper and started cursing out loud. He was so far gone that he couldn't figure it out. "Help me a little, please." I knelt down and got the fat dick out of his pants. I was about to stand up again, but he begged me to help him aim. "I don't wanna piss on my shoes, man." So I held it for him and felt the stream come through the shaft in a fast stream. I was liking this cock in my hand and wondering what that meant as he groaned as the last drips came out. Maybe I was a little gone myself because I forgot to let go of his organ. It wasn't until he chuckled a bit that I realized I was still holding it. I also realized it was getting harder and heavier in my hand. "Suck me off a little", he commanded. I did for about thirty seconds before there was a noise behind us. His two buddies had arrived to watch the show. I had the idea to just run away, but was way too eager to keep sucking this huge dick. As I moved up and down on the shaft, Meatball said "Good news, guys! I found us a cocksucker!". I ended up sucking them all off. No popcorn that night, but plenty of hot sperm. 1991 I did indeed change once I got to college. I was more open and friendly and had plenty of friends. I also found that cigarettes, alcohol and weed were my soulmates. I didn't suck any more cocks back then because there was this deadly virus going around. The desire was still there and I acknowledged it, but just pushed it down. Mom and Dad were pleased with my new attitude even though they hated the smell of tobacco on me when i visited. I came home for Homecoming Weekend and drove myself to the game. A couple of people knew me and said hi, but most were still strangers as far as I was concerned. My real goal here tonight was to go under the bleachers and reunite with the group of men I'd serviced all those years ago. Of course I knew they wouldn't be there. Probably in prison or something. I had the whole semi-dark area to myself...or so I thought. "Hey!", a deep voice yelled from the shadows, "You got business here?" I didn't move as a giant shadow came my way. It was a bearded guy in an army coat and he looked menacing. I kept still, waiting to be knifed or beat up. He stopped an inch or two from me and huffed out his alcohol breath all over my face. Sorry", I blurted out, "I was supposed to meet somebody here". "Yeah. ME!" I was confused. This wasn't Meatball for sure and not one of the other two either. "Got anything to drink?", I asked. He had an almost full fifth of vodka with him. We stood and took swigs. I paid him back by giving him two 20's from my wallet. That sure brought out his friendly side. "You from around here?", he asked. "Yeah. You?" "Not originally. I wound up here and stayed in public housing for a year before they kicked me out for having AIDS". "They evicted you for being sick???" "Well, that and drugs. Now I just find shelter where I can." We continued taking pulls from the bottle and I felt the need to pee. I didn't feel stable enough to go out to the park so I just turned around and let a stream loose into the dry dust. I felt his big hand grab my ass as I finished. Okay! "I gotta go now," he announced. "I'll just do it right where you did". I didn't even ask this time. I reached out and undid his zipper for him. I felt around for his dick. It wasn't long but had a big mushroom head. I held it for him, but he wasn't peeing. I turned him around , knelt down and took the whole shaft in my mouth. He needed a bath, but it wasn't too foul. I sucked him into hardness when he all the sudden said "uh oh". That's when his piss started shooting down my throat. I wanted him to know I was OK with it, so I held on to his thick legs as he finished up. Somehow, his mention of AIDS had left my brain completely. We both collected ourselves a little. "It's warm tonight", he said out of nowhere as he took of his army green coat and laid it on the ground. "It sure is", I replied as I started stripping out of my clothes. I settled my butt down onto his coat and waited. Hadn't I already been daring enough? The next move was up to him. I didn't have to wait long because his bulk was on top of me almost immediately. "Oh God! I'm going to fuck the shit out of you,kid." It took some time for that huge head to work its way into my hole, but I didn't once cry out. This felt like a moment that was always supposed to happen. He didn't rush. It was slow and steady and gave me the kind of pleasure I'd never known before. The idea of that raw mushroom head deep inside me made me so hard I thought I'd come before he did. But no. He was heaving like a madman and then let his infected load loose inside of me to do its damage. Why wasn't I more worried? Why? Can't fight destiny, I suppose.

It's a little over a month until Texas Bear Round Up. I will be there looking for cum in my hole. Hope to take yours Who all is going? They have moved the event to a much larger hotel. As of this morning, the website says there are still rooms available in the host hotel. https://www.tbru.org/

So. I spend a weekend in the carribean, having lots of fun. Without knowing I booked a gay resort. Many straight people though but after 6 pm the spa is only available for men. I had a bad day already ( woke up , got a load from a white guy, had a threesome, then another guy, black Xxl, bred me... ) so I went to the spa.. it was hot!' First there was this arab guy that I hooked up with yesterday (he bred me twice), I sucked him and All of a sudden he blew his load . I swallowed..;) then I saw these three latino's playing together. Two lightskin , 1 Black. I koind in the fun. One of them started Fucking me safe/ them he fucked the Other two as well.. he went back to me and the Black Guy. In the end he shot in the Black Guy, In the condom. The Other lightskin started Fucking me Bare. When he took a break , black guy fucked me, bare as well .. he made me cum and shot his load in my ass... his bf then put me in doggy position and fucked me untill he came too ( less then 2 minutes ) it was HOT!!!

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

Lots of str8 men I know don't think of being with a man as "cheating" on their wives-- a rationalization, of course...but it let's them hot sex on their terms for a change without guilt or the emotional trappings and games that women often bring.. They all tell me they got married hoping they would have a steady supply of pussy, but that wasn't the case -- in fact, they had much less sex in most cases. I think this is a huge opportunity for us gay men to be of service! We're always complaining about there not being enough tops -- I say we enjoy str8 men and let them enjoy us without judgment or thinking they're really just too afraid to admit they're gay or bisexual -- they will figure it out for themselves. In the meantime there's lots of good sex to be had!

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Here's another example of a biohazard tat centered on the asshole.

One of the last loads I took was from a friend of my partners. My boyfriend asked me to meet his friend at his place because he had to work and the friend needed to borrow his lawn mower. I met the friend and as we were talking both got text messages from my boyfriend saying "I want his ass loaded by the time I get there". We showed them to each other, laughed a bit and the friend leaned in and kissed me then dropped to his knees and sucked me hard. His cock was average length but thick and it had a nice flared head. He licked and rimmed my hole and then lined up and sank into me. It was that good stretch that lets you know you are in for a good fucking. Once he got half way in he pulled back and then sank all the way in me and just pounded away. We switched places a few times and I gave him two loads back to back. Then he had me on my hands and knees and piston fucked that thick cock as deep into my hole as he could get. I could tell he was getting close and soon felt his cock pulse as he unloaded in me. He then turned me over and wrapped my legs around his hips and fucked me with his still hard cock. That is how my boyfriend found us when he got home. His friend kissing and slow fucking his thick cock into me. My guy stripped down and I could feel the exact moment he slid into his friends loaded hole. As he fucked his friends thick cock deeper into me we were all moaning. My guy built up a good rhythm and I could tell he wasn't going to last long and as his friend loaded my hole the second time he blasted his load into him. The whole thing was unexpected and very hot!!

Some of my friends know I bareback - mostly the ones I've fucked with. A lot of my friends don't know I bareback though and would probably be horrified if they did know - but for me that is a major part of the turn on. I was out for dinner with a couple of friends recently and they were deploring the amount of barebacking that goes on now and agreeing how irresponsible some people are. They had no idea that I was sitting there with two loads of cum up my arse, which I had taken at the Vault earlier - one taken through the gloryhole from a guy I never even saw and one taken bent over in the room with the barrels. The knowledge of what they would think added to the turn on of the nice pleasant squelchy feeling in my arse That said, I have often found that the ones who are up for bb are the ones you would least expect. One of my friends is in his mid 30s, a solicitor, in a committed monogamous relationship , and he never loses an opportunity to deplore bb sex. So it was quite a turn on to see him taking a big raw cock and a load of cum up his arse in the darkroom of a bar in Munich while his partner and the rest of our friends were drinking upstairs none the wiser.

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.

I just bought the Brandon's Part scene off the TIM website It's available as a downloadable individual scene for $6.00

"If my body is your amusement park, my ass is a dick rollercoaster: ride it till it pukes." "Lick it, stick it, suck it, fuck it, breed it, seed it." "I like my walls painted in a shade of cum" "I like dick like how I like sushi, raw and in my guts" "Ride my ass like a washing machine and dump your dirty loads in me." "I must be part Indian 'cuz I love riding on stallions bareback." "I like my men like my coffee: hot, dark, strong...and if I have too much, it makes my insides hurt." "My life is all about getting more things in my ass than coming out of it." "Eating dick is like eating cupcakes: you stuff your face and swallow the frosting, trying not to gag." "Sluts, Butts, busting Nuts." "Moisturizer in the morning, cum at night" -slut daily facial regimen "Breed my ass like a whorish lass" "On my back or on my knees, your cock is what I please." "I don't have a latex allergy, but I fuck like I do."

Give me an orgy over a gangbang anytime. That sounded like a great mix.

This has taken a while, but I figured I should finish the story... Part Four: So that summer, I said farewell to my grandaprents, not realizing that it was going to be the final goodbye. Just weeks after I moved to Atlanta, they were killed in a car crash. I am sure that many of ya'll think that I would become wealthy, but the farm was heavily in debt and we had to sell it off just to satisfy the bills. There wasn't even enough money left over to help with college. Even so, I moved in with Rocky and Alex. Rocky and myself were still undergoing our cunting training, although I seemed to be taking it better than he was. That summer, in early June, Alex walked into the apartment and asked, "Are you ready for your permanent family marker?" I repleied with enthusiasm that I was up for anything, especially as the fuck flu had kept me down for weeks already. We went down to a seedy looking tattoo parlor, right off of Ponce near downtown and Alex whispered something in the tattoo artist's ear. He just smiled and motioned for me to go into the back room. Once back there, Alex instructed me to undress, so I took my shirt off. I was expecting the tattoo on my pec, just like all my brothers. "No," he said, "all of your clothes." With that I fully undressed, exposing my caged cock, somewhat embarassingly to the tattoo artist. Alex whipped out the key that Dad had given him and took the cage off. My hairless boycock started to harden with its new found freedom. Alex looked at the tattoo artist and they both understood that my hardon was not going to help the tatoo situation. "Hang on a minute" the tattoo artist said as he walked back into the main area. He returned in seconds with a handfull of preloaded syringes. "This lidocaine should take care of the problem," he said, and with that he wiped my dick and the surrounding area with alcohol and started to inject a series of injections into me. I was immediately numb and my dick was fast asleep. "Gonna have to get some of those for Rocky," Alex said with an evil grin. With that the artist started to work on my new biohazard tattoo, and an hour later he was done and my cock was numb and locked. The artist gave Alex a bag of the preloaded lidocaine syringes as we waled out the door. Damn, Dad must have connections all over the city for just about anything he needs I thought. We drove back to the apartment and made small talk on the trip back, mostly about what college was going to be like. The next few months were sort of a blur, with all of the sex and drugs. I was introduced to dealing by Rocky and Alex, but mostly I just made private deliveries for them or Dad, rather than the actual process of dealing. I was amazed at some of the places that I delivered to. Think of some of the most posh estates in Buckhead and you get the idea. It was during this time that Dad intoduced me to other fun substances besides tina. First, it was GBH, which I found took the edge off of the tina and made the ride a hell of a lot more fun and less harsh. Quite different than when he had given it to me with other meds to help me crash. Then, just before college started that fall, I was in Dad's dungeon playing with Jaden and Mark, as Dad, Rocky, and Alex were in Florida for the weekend. I hadn't been told why they were going, but it was't odd for Dad to take one or more of us on a trip with him, with the exception of myself, as I was still so new. Both of them were heavy into fisting, and I was still undergoing cunting training, Dad had left me in their care with explicit instructions to work my boy cunt over well. Anyhow, I had gotten cleaned out and Jason had prepped our rigs while Jaden and Mark watched porn and waited for me. Then, as I stepped out of the shower, Jason stepped in. "Whoa... what the hell are you doing?" I asked. Immediately, Jason replied that Mark had told him to clean out as well as there was only one bottom and two tops, and nobody wanted to get bored. I asked "What is the point if you can't get off?" to which he replied, "i still enjoy a good fist fucking session every now and then, and some clear juice drips out." I turned around to walk off and noticed two rigs that were heavily loaded and four that were about half, although still generously full any way you look at it. That when it dawned on me that I had never seen Jason high at all. Ever. This could be interesting I thought as put my jock on and joined the bros in the living room watching porn. Soon enough, Jason walked in and Jaden looked at me with his evil jock grin and announced, "its time to head down for some fun." With that, we all headed to the dungeon in the basement. Jason and I soon found ourselves strapped down to the fisting benches and the Crisco had been brought out. However, there was a new device hanging from the ceiling that looked sort of like an oxygen mask in an airplane. These were brought down and strapped over our faces. As mine was strapped on, I asked what it was. "Its a feeder system for poppers that I can set based on what you need so that you stay strapped up." replied Mark. Then, I looked on as Jaden and Mark took two of the smaller rigs and slammed themselves. Neither really coughed, but just got that look that they were ready for anything. Then Jaden grabbed my right arm and deftly slipped a torniquet on it , wiped the main vein on my arm with a wipe. Pulling the tip cover off of the rig, he looked at me and asked, with his eyes fixed in mine, "You ready for it, bro?" Whether or not I was , and I was, it really wouldn't have mattered at this point. With that, the rig was in, registered and dumped almost before I could think about it. Suddenly, my ears were ringing and my boy cunt felt empty. Jaden knew exactly what to do. He slowly started working his had into me, and almost unbelievably less than 15 minutes later he was in me. I looked over and saw Mark giving Jason about as much pleasure as a nutless wonder could have. Suddenly, just as Jaden had gotten into me, and only just past the hand, he stopped. "I have a surprise for ya, lil bro." Oh shit... surprises around here come in many forms, both good and bad. He went over and grabbed a mirror with several white lines cut on top of it. Cocaine? Why would I want that? I had just slammed a .25 less than half an hour ago. Jaden walked up to me, "This is K--ketamine. Its a tranquilizer and if you like G, you will love this. I am gonna hold the straw for ya and I want you to breathe in as hard as you can." With that, one of the fat lines disappearred. I didn't really feel much at first, but them, bam... pure bliss. I my state of pure bliss I hadn't noticed that Jaden had grabbed one of the other two rigs that were still left, the ones that had a ton in them. Jaden took my arm down, looked me in the eyes and said, "This is gonna be the grand finale of your cunting tonight. Dad told us to finish it for him since he had to be out of town. After tonight, when you have your full body orgasm, you will never want to play with that boy clit again, unless you have to to knock up a neg cunt." I just looked at him, totally in a k hole state, and nodded. Not that he cared whether I agreed or not, but I was so fucked up that I would have nodded at anything he said. It was about all I could muster. Then, without warning, I felt a jab in my arm again. "You're really gonna feel this, bro. Its a .75, which is more than I have ever done. None of what he said really registered. I was just sort of there, and sort of not there. Suddenly, I felt a tightness in my chest and a cough like all of my lungs were coming out. "Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck" was all I could manage to say. Then, I smelled the poppers. In the minute that I had been rushing, Jaden had recuffed my arm in place, turned the poppers mask on lightly, and was back in position with his arm elbow deep in me. I was in pure bliss. This went on for some time, how long I'm not sure as time has a tendency to be warped during these sessions. But he was straight up punch fucking me, and quite hard. Unlike anything I had done with Dad or any brothers before. Then, suddenly I smelled the poppers get much stronger and that familiar burning sensation in my boy cunt. I had no idea what he had planned at this point. About that time, I felt more pressure on my boycunt. That was when I realized that he was going in with both hands. Jaden worked my boy hole for a bit and then stopped. He came up to me and took the mask off and presented me with another line of K. I eagerly partook, and soon enough the mask was back on delivering copious amounts of amyl and oxygen. It didnt take long for him to pop his second hand in, and within minutes, he had put so much pressure on what I call my "boy button" that I was in a full body orgasm, that according to Jaden, lasted for nearly half an hour. As good as that felt, hell everybody ought to cum that way. As I slowly came out of the climax of my life, two things hit me. First, he was way deeper than my prostate, so that orgasm came from somewhere else totally, and second, Jason was in the throes of a similar climax as well. I just laid back in shock. Jaden looked at me, "Time that you finally returned, bro." I asked him, Was I like that?" pointing to Jason. "Yeh, but about three times as intense." I looked down and my jock was covered in cum, pre cum, piss, and sweat. Jaden and Mark swapped off for the night, and we had more fun, but nothing like that first full body orgasm. We ended the night with the biggest plug Dad had shoved in me, and then it was off to shower and get ready for the week ahead, when I would have to register for classes. That week, I went to Tech and registered for classes and Jaden, Mark, and myself went for lunch at the Varsity. Dad still wasn't back, so I was hanging with Jaden and Mark as I didn't really want to be by myself the whole time. When I was in line registering for classes, I met this hot fucker named Eric. He was about 6' and 175 with pure ginger hair and a skoal ring in his back pocket. We struck up a conversation and hit it off immediately, having come from similar backgrounds. I left out a few key details about my personal life that he didn't need to know just yet. I was on the prowl for another bro. Eric was toatlly straight, or so he claimed, but I was betting some boy medicine would turn him into the cock hungry monster I knew he could become. We swapped numbers before leaving so that we could stay in touch, although since he would be staying on campus, it wouldn't be that hard to find him. A few days went by and were at the last weeknd of summer. Classes were going to start on Monday, and I get a phone call from Eric. It seems that his girlfriend had dumped him and he was looking for something to do. So, being the great guy that I am, I agreed to hang out with him on Saturday night. I told Jaden and Mark about him, and they agreed to go along as back up if needed. Saturday rolled around, and I picked up Eric to head out to Stone Mountain to some redneck pool halls I knew about out there that didn't ask for ID. We pulled in the parking lot and got out. He missed that I was checking his ass out the whole time we were headed to the door. Jaden and Mark were already there, mostly just for safety. We grabbed some beers and he commented on how he would "like to get his dick wet" when he was watching some bar hag. He got up to go to the restroom after our fourth or fifth beer, and when he returned I had shots of whisky for us. Little did he know that his had enough rophenyl in his to take out a small village. It didn't take long and he was slurring and stammering. I got him to the truck and took him home, where the drug slowly wore off. I asked him as he came to if, " ya want something to make ya feel better and more awake? That shot must have put ya over the edge there." "Sure" he replied as I went to the apartment kitchen and grabbed a pill that had been filled with tina. He popped two of them and in about half an hour he was damn near euphoric and so talkative it was almost annoying. "You want a join, Eric?" I asked. "Hell yeh" was the quick reply. Little did he know that it was laced with t as well. Pretty soon, macho stud hetero boy was all but trying to get in my pants. I couldn't let him down there yet as I was still locked and had no key. Plus, I didnt want to scare him. "There is plenty more where that came from, buddy" I told him as we left to get him back to his dorm room. We mase plans to hang out the next weekend, when I was hoping Dad would be back, along with Alex and Rocky. On that Tuesday, the second day of classes, I returned to the apartment to find Alex, but no Rocky. "He is at Dad's recovering" Alex said. Concerned, I asked, "What the fuck happened?" Alex replied that Rocky had not been doing well in his cunting and that Dad had taken him to a surgeon to get the issue fixed. "Fixed??? What the fuck do you mean by that?" I asked. Alex replied, " he had a minor procedure, nothing too major to help him be a better bottom. That is all I am allowed to say right now." Part 5: Rocky explained, Eric meets Dad and Cheyenne's BrothersCheyennes Tattoo

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.

In, Not On

CHAPTER 10: “ahhhhhhhhhh… ahhh… ……. oh fuck………. oh fuck………. oh fuck………..”, “FUCK YES! FUCKING BREED ME!”, there’s much heavy breathing and we’re both moaning like crazy as Mike’s raw cock scratches my most urgent itch. “I want it … oh fuck … yeah, I want it … fucking load me up Mike, fucking poz my hole!”, I’m practically yelling at Mike as he pounds my ass; our sex is usually loud and verbal. I just feel I need him to know how much I want him and how much I want his cum inside me; I also know how much hot verbal gets him off. “Fuck babe… fuck yea… gonna fucking load you up”, “Fuck yea … “, the breathing is heavy and our words are labored, erotic and filthy. Between breathes and expletives Mike kisses me. I’m in my favorite position for being bred, on my back, legs up, ass vulnerable. When Mike and Chris fuck me lately its everything I can do to tell them how much I want this and how much I want to convert. I can hardly believe I’m saying the words considering how afraid I’ve been in the past. But, now I’m full on bug chasing, and I intend to test positive from one of their loads if I haven’t already. “My poz cock’s so hard … Gonna fucking knock you up Kev … Gonna fucking poz that hole, gonna fucking breed you”, he says to me in his usual determined tone. I know the home test says I’m neg, but I also know I can already be HIV+ and the home test just isn’t sensitive enough to pick it up yet. “OHHHH Mike … oh fuck, … If I’m not already, I’m gonna be soon”, I think. “FUCKING DO IT MIKE! FUCK!”, I groan again as he long dicks me and the head of that perfect poz dick stabs away at the walls of my ass. I can feel every part of his raw dick, every vein, every inch. “I want that poz load … I wa… “, but he pulls his cock all the way out of me, interrupting me. Mike gives his cock a few quick strokes, “Yeah you’re a twisted fuck like me, aren’t you? … You’re gonna get it babe. You’re gonna end up an HIV+ bareback pig slut just like me. You like that idea don’t you?”, I love it when he’s verbal and aggressive, he doesn’t wait for me to respond, “That it huh? That’s what gets you off?”. He continues stroking himself, getting closer and closer. I didn’t need to think about it though, I only need the heat of his body and the raw sex to answer for me, “Fucking poz me Mike! Fucking tag this hole … knock it up!”. I can smell the sweat in Mike’s armpits and the beads from his forehead are dripping on to me. His breathing is so heavy that his words are mostly groans. “Open up”, he says with a groan, “Ahhhhh… ahhhhhh……… fuck…. Fuck………. You want this? OPEN UP!“, he demands. Mike groans loudly, and then collapses on top of me, and almost immediately I feel the warm flow of his cum squirting into me, as it pulses and throbs deep inside my asshole. “Ahhhh, fuuuuck, babe; thats so hot!", he says, breathless. I seize the moment and squeeze down with my ass trying to milk the last drops of Mike’s toxic load as he lifts his head to look at me. One final kiss, followed by a, “Love you babe … but gotta finish up and get out of here”, and Mike pulls out, leaving my hole feeling empty. I find a butt plug and work it in to keep his poz load inside me. I take Mike to the airport for his business trip, two weeks without him will suck. Chris and I will finally have some private time though, and as much as I love Mike, I think Chris and I both are needing some sex together with just us. On the way back the phone buzzes, and its Chris, I mouth the words, “Speak of the other devil” and look at the message: Chris: “Sup” Me: “Dropping Mike off” Chris: “Cool. Headed your way, horned af” Me: “MMMMMMM” Chris: “Be wearing your little present for me” I shouldn’t text and drive, by now, Chris knows what I want and need. I hope he’s there when I get back. As soon as I walk in the door the clothes come off – I hate them – I love being naked almost as much as I love being bred. I’m naked in the house most of the time now anyways. I put my cock cage on, per Chris’ direction, and suddenly I’m very aware of my equipment. I hear his car, then foot steps, then the key. I greet Chris at the door, “Hey sexy man”, and I kiss him passionately, “Hey you”, kissing me back. “Got you all to myself now huh?”, he asks with a little hint of darkness in his voice. I nod. He looks down and notices me wearing my cock cage, he smiles, “Key?”, he asks bluntly. I knew he’d want it, so I have it with me, I press it into his hand. “Good boy … you’re gonna be in this all week … turn around”, kissing me again, “Gotta couple of surprises for you”, he says. Chris is being coy, and a little dramatic … its almost maniacal on his part. I honestly have no idea what he’s means by “surprises”, but I’m good at taking direction, and I turn around presenting my ass to him. Chris feels me up, “I’m so fucking horny … been wanting this hole all fucking day”, I moan feeling his hands on my ass. Chris drops to his knees, and just like clockwork, I feel the scruff of his facial hair and then his tongue on my ass. “Bet he’s searching for Mike’s load”, I think, but all that comes out of my mouth is a soft, intense moan. Chris grabs my cheeks, kissing and biting each one before pulling me in closer to his face. His tongue laps at the folds of my ass lips with long, erotic strokes. "Oh fuck Chris … feels so fucking good", I moan as he’s digging his tongue deeper into me. I can feel his nose run over my hole over and over as he runs his face and tongue up and down the crack. Getting my hole ate is one of the most intense, erotic things I can ever imagine – I love it – I crave it. I can never get enough. Chris continues eating my ass like a starving man, I moan and unconsciously find myself pushing my ass back into his face, literally trying to fuck myself on his tongue. "FUCK! That ass is so good, I can eat this pussy all night", he doesn’t realize I might just take him up on that. I reach back, spreading my cheeks for him, begging him to go deeper. “That Mike’s load?!”, he barks. I know Chris loves felching and I’m doing what I can to help give him a taste of Mike’s cum. Chris’ spit is going all over my ass and I know he’s not only trying to get at Mike’s load, but he’s also prepping me for what comes next. For the next five minutes, Chris goes to town on my ass. After plunging his tongue into me again and again, he starts to move outward. Licking the skin of my cheeks and sucking on my taint. When he gets as far as my balls, he pauses to huff my nut stink before diving back down on my hole. “Ahhhhhh… . ahhhhh… “, through this intense torment, I’m moaning, and I can feel my dick trying to breach the cock cage without any luck. My eyes are closed and I’m lost to what his face is doing to my ass – its pretty clear I love it when Chris eats my ass. Mike also eats my hole, but its nothing like when Chris does it. Suddenly Chris stands up, hovering over my backside, holding me close. I can feel his rock hard cock, I’ve awaken the weapon, and now its letting me know that its loaded and ready to fire. Chris guides me to the back of the arm chair pressing his cock against me. Pressed against me, he just holds me there for a moment, letting me know who is in control. “Fuck me”, I beg him, feeling his precum leaking out onto my body. Chris moves his cock up and down in the crack of my ass coating it with toxic precum and teasing me all at the same time. Chris likes doing this, he likes showing how he’s the top and you’re the bottom. I’m just a hole to him, and he’s about to inject a big load of HIV+ cum into it. When Chris fucks I know his intent is to convert the guy he’s breeding. "I want you to ride me", Chris moves around to the front of the arm chair and sits down, "Just come up here and sit on it". With Chris moving to the chair I’m nearly sex starved without his touch, my mouth is hanging open as I crawl up onto the arm-chair, it creaking slightly underneath the weight of our bodies. I let Chris line up his cock with my hole before lowering myself. “Fuuuuuuck”, a moan escapes me, I didn’t realize how much I’ve been craving his poz dick. I do my best to stay focused on the dick in my ass, not the pain in my thighs from our position. Part of me worries that I’ll slip and impale myself painfully on his cock. I know my ass is well used, and pre-lubed with Mike’s load, but not so well that Chris’ big prick can go balls deep all in one shot. With guidance I finally reach the base and nestle my ass into his groin. My cock is straining against the cock cage, it stings, and I know its no joke that Chris intends to keep me locked down all week. Chris groans loudly, "Kev …, fuck babe, I need you to ride this dick, not just sit there. You want some more poz seed? You better fucking work for it". Not needing to be told twice, I start bouncing up and down on Chris’ cock. I quickly realize that I’ve got nothing to get leverage on, so I grab Chris’ shoulders, using his body to lift myself up and down, impaling myself. We kiss, “Fuck”, I moan again, as I thinks about Chris being both a boyfriend to me and a lover. I can’t focus, each time Chris’ cock thrusts into me, its like fireworks, it makes it so hard for me to concentrate on anything. The hot, wet kisses continue as he fucks me. I can tell the movement and the sensations of my ass are working Chris over and making him more than a little crazy. Chris brings his hands up along my torso and he rubs my back, then he moves his fingers over my ribs and starts to pull and tug on my nipples. “Fuck! … oh fuck!”, escapes my mouth, both from the tit play and the girth of his poz dick in my hole. Chris grabs the back of my head and pulls my mouth to his face again, his spit and tongue invading my mouth as we start a longer, sloppier make-out session. Our tongues wrestle as they lick and kiss each other's open mouths, lips, and cheeks. After about a minute, Chris breaks away from me and leans back into the chair, letting me full on ride him. He starts moaning, almost like he’s in a trance. "Oh fuck, that's so good", he says, "Oh yeah babe… that's good … So fucking good", he repeats over and over. I know Chris’ body, and I know the onset of his orgasm, and I know my ass is about to take a second load of unmedicated poz cum for the day. Chris grabs onto my hips and starts to really fuck me. He pulls his dick out five or six inches and then plunges it back inside. We’re both sweating, the pace is quickened, and Chris starts to grunt. "Ohhhh fuck … oh fuckk… Here it comes. Another dirty …. AHHHHHHH … AHHHHHHHHH… FUCK!!! FUCK!!!!", Chris groans loudly into my body, holding me tightly. The feeling of sudden pleasure and warm wetness rocks me and I can't help but yell out an incomprehensible string of sounds that taper off into a moan. I watch Chris' face as he starts to blow his load. His lips are slightly open and his facial expressions change as the blast wave of pleasure hits him. I always try to imagine Chris' poz dick swelling up deep in my gut and then the ropes of his load spewing from the flared head when he orgasms. I can hardly take it, its sensory overload, and I start bucking up and down, doing my best to get every drop. Chris leans up and kisses me again, both of us moaning our assent of the rough, sweaty sex that just took place. We both know he just pumped another load of poz cum into me. “That’s so hot baby… your ass just took a big fucking load”, “I know … I felt it”, I can bare speak between breathes. I climb off of the chair, sitting on the couch, and we both relax and enjoy Chris’ orgasm for a few more minutes. “Let’s take a shower babe”, he says popping up off the chair. I follow him into the bathroom and get the warm water going. The shower in my house is a glass cube and its got room for all of us. It strikes that Mike and I have sex in the shower all the time but I’ve almost never done this with Chris, “That needs to change”, I think. I open the glass door to the shower to lead him in, “We need to fuck in here, too”, "I can handle that any day of the week!”, he follows me in, “Right now though I need to piss" he says. I know what I want and I move the shower head back so its not hitting us so directly. I immediately sink down to my knees in the shower stall. "Don't waste that", I say with a sinister tone in to voice. He looks at me and his eyebrows shoot up, then he’s got the biggest grin on his face. He moves to face me, pointing his cock squarely at my chest. His piss splashes out, in a burst onto me, and he guides the stream down to my crotch, then to my hips. As the stream jets out Chris moves his cock methodically back up to my chest, hitting each of my nipples with his piss bath. The titillation is too much for me and I lean forward, gobbling the tip of his pissing cock into my mouth and do my best to guzzle it all down – fresh from the tap. "Oh fuck baby ... oh fuck yea ... oh yea, swallow that piss ... oh fuck ... yea, drink down that man piss like a good pig." I look up to his eyes and he’s watching me intently as I drink him down. "Yea babe, been wanting to share piss with you all day and this is just what I need, watching you drink it all down. FUCK this is too HOT!" I swallow as fast as I can, but he’s not holding anything back and some of his piss overflows my mouth, coating my chest and crotch. I gulp and gulp his hot piss, trying to groan around the head of his dick as I realize how much my dick is throbbing in the cock cage, being contained from the excitement of the piggish thing I’m doing right now. Finally, I can tell his piss flow is slowing down, and then he does exactly what I long for, he pulls his cock from my mouth with his hand and shakes the remaining drops right onto my face. I stand up, moving the streaming water back onto us, and Chris kisses me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. After a few minutes of kissing and touching we actually wash our bodies and get cleaned up before leaving the shower and heading back into the living room. With our towels in hand we plop down naked on the couch. Chris proceeds to tell me about his “surprises”. He tells me that later this week he and I will visit a doctor friend of his, and I will get properly tested for HIV. “I think its time we find out if you’re poz babe … “, I nod, then he drops the other shoe, “I want to know if you’ve got my strain, Mike’s strain or someone else’s”, he says, “Sounding a little hopeful that its his”, I think. How does he know what Mike’s strain is, “How do you … “, “I took Mike three weeks ago … he doesn’t have my strain”. “How…”, “They can test if it’s the same … plus my strain is partially med-resistant. I’m resistant to both of the medications in Truvada, Mike’s isn’t”. I nod again, the reality of all this “reality” is hitting me a bit cold; I feel myself go a bit pale. Chris can tell the information is a bit much and pulls me close, “Don’t worry babe … this is all part of everything about being poz … and we both know you’re probably going to test positive”. I nod again, Chris’ hands on my body make me feel loved and more comfortable with his words. “I know … I know … “, I say trying to sound more comfortable. Then I grin devilishly at Chris and whisper, “I hope its yours”, he smiles, kissing me, “Me too”. Then it occurs to me, “That your only surprise? I thought you said ‘surprises’”. “There’s more”, he says. I look at his eyes, like a puppy, awaiting explanation. “There’s this boy … “, he starts, I nod thinking, “There always is”. “He’s 18 … maybe 19 now, he’s on Prep and always teasing me on Grindr about how he’s ok taking poz dick and that we need to hook up and so on… and on and on”, he continues. I nod, but he pauses, my mouth must be hanging open. Just as I’m about to ask him, “He’s doesn’t know I’m resistant to Truvada and he’s coming over here with me this weekend.” It occurs to me, “He must think he’s safe on Prep”, then Chris continues, “You and I are going to fuck and breed him and try to … ”, but I finish his sentence, “Poz him”. We both stop, then, “Oh fuck that’s hot”, softly escapes my lips.

LOVE anon loads. Let any stranger cum in me. POZ ME!

Part 5 The cigar smoker had just lodged his cock all the way into my butt when he put the brown bottle of poppers under my nose. “Take a hit, boy. I’m not gentle.” I took in the fumes, putting my nostril against the top ridge of the bottle, then I did the same with the other nostril. I felt the heat go to my head and to my groin simultaneously and I gasped. Cigar man took that to mean I was lit. “Fuck yeah, boy, surrender that bubble butt to my big raw dick.” The man plowed into me roughly, in and out. I could feel sperm from my rectum sliding onto my balls as this man’s cock jackhammered my hole. “Mmmmmm, that feels nice. Are you going to take my load, boy?” The man pulled the hair on the back of my head. “Yes, sir,” I answered. “That’s right, boy. You are getting my load.” With that, the man shoved his cock all the way in, and I felt his warm fluid shoot hard up my hole. “Fuck! Take it, boy.” After unloading, the man started jackhammering my hole again. He cussed and fucked as if he was working to accomplish something more with my hole than just breeding it. “Damn, just fuck! Shit!” About five other men stood around the room watching and egging the top on. “Yeah, breed it! Breed that newbie hole good!” “We’re next,” said a gruff voice from behind us. Cigar man pulled out and slapped my ass. One man got underneath me. He was white haired and muscular with a beard and blue eyes. Probably in his early 60s. “Hey there, ShortStop, you’re just as cute as your pics on that safe-sex site,” he grinned. Then another man mounted me from behind and started shoving his cock into my butt. “You’re going to need to popper up, kid.” He held the bottle under my nose as his buddy slid into my ass. Once he hit bottom, I heard the top say from behind my head, “Okay, now you.” The white haired man held the poppers under my nose for about a half minute more, before he capped the bottle and started pushing his boner against my hole and the other man’s shaft. The poppers loosened up my resolve and I relaxed, letting a second raw cock push up inside me. “Damn hot!” the white haired man grinned as his dick sank into me snug against the hard cock of his buddy. The others in the room cheered as my hole finally opened up for the second cock. When both cocks were inside me, they each started thrusting in opposite directions. The thought of how the sperm inside my hole was lubing up both shafts thoroughly had me rock hard in my now jizz-soaked jock strap. “Yes!” I moaned. “Fuck me. Take that hole.” The two old men continued to fuck in and out of my hole, sometimes in different directions, sometimes they plunged their rigid cocks into me together causing me to yell out. The other men in the room loved it. Poz9in was still there, too, occasionally grabbing my hard dick and jacking it as he watched my hole now taking in two semen covered cocks. He was jacking me when he asked the men for their HIV status. The guy under me answered, “We’re here to poz ShortStop91.” “Fuck!” I said aloud. Both cocks were hitting my prostate. “We like to cruise that safe-only site that this boy is on," he explained. "Once in a while, we score a young neg sub. We start with condoms, but somehow he will end up getting our raw cocks and loads inside him by morning. But the BarebackFuckers ad said this hot jock’s finally taking loads.” “Fuck yes, he is,” Poz9in replied. “Fuckin’ hot,” said the man on top of me and I felt the two cocks grow bigger and harder. “I’m getting close to cumming.” “Me too,” said the white haired man. “Let’s try to come together and fucking fill up this safe jock’s hole.” They both started pounding my ass as Poz9in held the poppers bottle under my nose again. “Open up that pink hole for me, baby. I want to see these men fuckin breed you with their toxic seed.” I took about eight hits. I was once again letting old men have and use my hole bareback, and I was fucking turned on—And these old men were actually trying to poz me! I felt Poz9in put his hand back into my jock and feel my dick. “He wants it.” Both men inside me were fucking me in sync now which made me yell out when they hit bottom, plunging both their cocks in. They, too, were vocal in building up to cumming. “Ah, I’m going to fucking cum,” said the man on top of me. “Fucking take it, now, jock boy,” said the white haired man. “We want you knocked up good.” “Fuck yeah. FUCK!” the top's mouth was pressed against the back of my ear. He was unloading. “Jesus fucking… fuck!” “Yeah, shit! Me, too.” The white haired man went rigid and held my ass down so he could push his cock in as far as possible. I could feel both cocks pulse as they pumped their warm poz jizz into me. As they spasmed, both men seemed to fight to get deeper into my hole. “Damn! We got him. We got him. That’s about 7 days build-up of poz sperm we just pumped into you, boy. Hope it takes.” As the men slowly pulled both of their dicks out of my hole and leave the bed, Poz9in still knew I was buzzed on poppers and kept his hand in my jock, pumping my dick. On my knees with my legs spread, my wet fuck hole was open and exposed to the rest of the men in the room. I felt Poz9in tug on my jock pouch and there was a loud ripping sound as the threads gave way. I felt the cool air of the room on my hard dick when it fell out of the broken jock strap. Poz9in said, “I haven’t tasted young neg cum in a long time.” I watched as his head went between my legs and, still buzzing on poppers, I felt the wet warmth of his mouth on my dick. He sucked on it and I was ecstatic. As his tongue worked the sensitive head of my cock, my ass begged for another cock from the room of old men. Anyone, I thought, someone please put a cock in me. I heard the rustling of movement in the room as Poz9in started going up and down on my dick with his mouth and throat. To make more room for his head and shoulder, I had to raise my right knee off the bed. That’s when I felt the next man’s large hands grab hold of my thighs and his cock enter my fully spermed up hole. Poz sperm, no less! The man’s girthy hard cock slipped easily inside, and started fucking me. “Ahhhh, yeah. Let's all get this cute jock boy fucked up,” the man said as he began to pound me hard.

Raymond sent me a text a few days ago, saying he was going to be back in Las Vegas for a couple of days. He wanted to know if I was going to be in town and available to fuck? I texted back, "Fuck, yeah! Just tell me where and when? My ass is yours". I hadn't heard back from him, so I was assuming that it wasn't going to happen. But at about 11pm last night, I get a text from him. "Hey Fag. I'm drunk and horny at the MGM Grand. Get over here. I need your ass". I texted back that I would douche, shower and head right over. He sent his room number to me and I got myself cleaned out, cleaned up and jumped in the car. I arrived at his room at the MGM in record time. He met me at his hotel room door dressed in a wife beater tee-shirt and boxers. His bulge was pushing at the flap of his boxers. I came into the room. He had some str8 porn playing on his laptop. A glass of scotch was next to his laptop and a half empty bottle of scotch and ice bucket was next to it. I quickly undressed, grabbed some lube and poppers from my pants pockets. Ray took a couple of swigs of scotch, then stripped off his underwear and sat on the small love seat against his window, looking out over the Las Vegas Strip. I got down on my knees, between his legs and took his partially hard bbc into my mouth. I sucked, licked and worshiped his gorgeous dark cock for about 5 minutes as his cock grew to it's monster size in my mouth. Then he lifted his legs, pulling his knees to his chest and said, "Eat my black ass, faggot". I hungrily began to lick and eat his hole. Spreading his ass cheeks and sliding my tongue as deep into him as I could get it. Licking the soft, pink inside of his black hole. He's moaning loudly, now. "Damn, you're a nasty, fuckin' queer. Eating my black ass like I eat pussy. Feels good, faggot". His demeaning, dirty talk turns me on and I'm going crazy eating his hot hole. "Get on the bed, queer. I'm ready to fuck that white ass"! I climb up on the bed and kneel on the edge. I take the lube that I brought and I lube up my hole a bit, then hand the lube to Raymond. He lubes up his now rock hard giant cock as I take several deep sniffs of poppers. Ray walks to his scotch and takes another couple of swigs, then walks back to me and presses his swollen cock head to my asshole. I take another deep drag on the poppers. I'm going to need them. He grabs me around the waist and presses in. It burns a bit, but I just continue to sniff on poppers as he slowly presses into me. Finally I feel him balls deep into me. He kindly holds it there for a few moments, allowing me to adjust to the size of his long, thick bbc inside me. "Hand me some of that shit you sniff". I handed the poppers back to him and he took a drag on it. Then handed it back to me and I took another drag. Now the fucking got serious. He began to pump and pound my ass, showing no mercy. He'd slam into me with such force, that I'd gasp as air was slammed out of my lungs. There was a mixture of pleasure and pain with each of his thrusts. Then he lifted one of his long, muscular legs up onto the bed, giving himself a good angle to slide even deeper into my white cunt. He tried first one leg, then changed to the other. Soon he had pushed me up, fully onto the bed and he'd climbed up behind me. Slamming even deeper and harder into me. The bed was slamming against the wall. Even though it was now past midnight, neither of us cared that we were making a racket. I was completely lost in my lust for his huge, monster dick that was all the way inside me. I was in ecstasy. Raymond kept pushing me into different positions on the bed. For awhile, I was in a fetal position on my side. He lay behind me, grinding his black cock into me. I'm not even sure that he was even aware that he was kissing my neck while fucking me and now softly whispering, "Such a beautiful, faggot. You love my black cock in your pussy. Don't you? Your faggot friends don't fuck you like I do. Do they? You like my black cock? Don't you, queer?" "Oh, fuck, yes! I love your big black cock. I love your cock inside me. I love having you fuck me. I love being your faggot". He loves my dirty talk. And he begins to thrust deeper and harder again. "Get up on your knees", he demands. I get on my hands and knees again. He slams back into me in one quick thrust. He again grabs me around the waist and now really begins to pound my hole. He's now also grunting as his body slams against me. He's working up a sweat. Sweat drips from his forehead onto my ass cheeks as he's assaulting my white pussy with his bbc. He'd pull almost out of me, then slam back into me. After about 7 or 8 minutes of hard and deep fucking he let out a loud groan. "AHHHH........Fuck!!! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!". I felt his body shaking in orgasm as he kept pushing into me. My ass was milking his cock as he emptied his balls deep inside me. "Fuckin' Queer"! he shouted as he continued to shake in orgasm. "Damn!" and he pulled out of me in one quick motion. "Jesus!", he said as he climbed off the bed. Grabbed his glass of scotch, poured some more into the glass and plopped back down onto the loveseat. He was totally spent. I climbed off the bed, dropped to my knees and took his still hard cock in my mouth and began to clean my cum from his cock as it slowly began to soften. Once he'd softened and I had cleaned it of all my juices, I got up and began to dress. "So, have you had any other guys suck or fuck with you, since you fucked me at Christmas?", I asked? "Yeah. I've had a couple of fags suck me off. Found them on Craigslist, when I couldn't find any real pussy to fuck. But neither of the guys could take my dick in their ass, like you can. Hell, that ass of yours may turn me into a queer", he laughed, as he took another sip of his drink. I was now dressed and thanked him for the great fuck. "Anytime", he said, as I let myself out of his hotel room. It was now after 1am. And I had an early flight to catch in the morning. But, it was worth it to have his monster bbc and load of cum inside me again.

Finale James fixed his life over the next few weeks. He got pornhub and xtube and xvideo to take the video down and then got the tumblr guys to take it down too. James let a few of the tumblr guys fuck him so they'd take it down. James even drove to Milwaukee so one guy could fuck him. The guy lived up to his word and took it down. James sister had seen the video and called to make sure he was okay. Fortunately James' parents hadn't seen it, or if they did, they certainly didn't bring it up. And, as only a few discrete gay boys at the firm saw it before he got it down, it seemed as if both the work environment and his family were okay. Of course James' friends had all seen it. They all knew the safe sex jock top had turned into a slutty bareback bottom. James had tried to lie his way through it, but he couldn't. They had all clearly seen his face and heard his voice begging for the top's cum. A top, who, by the way, whose name James still did not know. After due thought, James decided to give up on lying and just be himself. A few months later, James was now a regular at both Steamworks and Man's Country. He didn't care who fucked him and preferred they fucked him bareback. He asked them all to cum inside him. He liked having it happen in a public spot so guys would watch. It made him feel even sexier being the center of attention. Over the next year, James became the bottom everyone had fucked. James no longer cared what people thought of him. He loved taking cocks and their cum in his ass. James was happy.

Wow, those pics are great

In darkrooms pretty guys could be ugly for all I know, or ugly guys could be pretty. I've most likely been fucked (or have fucked) in darkrooms many times by guys I wouldn't even look at in daylight.

After a fun week, Saturday was really busy but no sex. Sunday was the day for relaxing, I cruised all day. Struck up a conversation with a 30-year-old visiting, but he was off to the dance. Around 8:30 I was getting frustrated, and I noticed a quick connect ad on Bbrt. I'd fucked him Before and I knew what he wanted. Walk in, fuck, leave. I message that I'm on the way and just as I was about to walk out the door, the 30-year-old texted that he was back at his hotel room and wanted my cock. I told him I'd be there in an hour. I headed to fuck bud's house, walked in and are his ass, stuck my dick in his mouth to get me hard. I walked behind him and fucked him until I shot a big load up his ass, got dressed and headed to the visitors hotel. He's 30 years old, 5' 9" , 140 lbs, light brown hair and blue eyes with a swimmers build.. Walked in and started making out, started eating his sweet ass and slid right in, balls deep! Fucked him for a while, and then we flipped. He got his thick cock in my hole and since he hadn't come in three days, he proceeded to breed my hole. I flipped him onto his back and putting my fingers in my ass brought some of his cum to my lips and ate it, I took more of his cum and used it as lube to fuck and breed his ass. Hope to see him again!

No deposit, no return

I was standing in the doorway talking to the guy inside. I'm not sure how we started talking, conversation is rarely one of the things that occurs in a place like this. I occasionally frequent the local "bathhouse," this one billed at a gym and club. It has the usual universal gym machine that only gets used by guys quickly trying to pump up, a TV room showing porn movies, and about 50 or so small cubicles with locker, platform bed, and door. I hadn't been there more than 30 minutes and had already fucked the hell out of some tight little guy who had shot his wad in the process and left. Unfortunately - or maybe fortunately - I hadn't dropped my load. I had talked to a guy in the shower who was refreshing himself after some dude tried to suck him dry, he said. He was an older guy decent shape, but not a turn on. He went back to his cube where I found him and was now talking to him. Strictly platonic, though he did occasional adjust his cock under his towel as he sat on his bed. I had actually noticed the cute little blond guy before as I made my first round of the club. He was a little dream, slender, not especially muscled up but still with a nice build, blond as the noon day sun, and a face that could be a model anywhere. There were more than me checking this little prize out as he walked around. Somehow, I sensed this guy had an "attitude." Now, standing in the doorway and talking to Jim, I noticed him walk by, glance at me and peer into the room. I smiled. On his second pass, I said hello, and he stopped just long enough to me to reach out and stroke his back down across his towel-covered little ass. "Nice." I said. "Yeah," he said. "Everybody is trying to get me!" "And were they successful?" I asked. "Not a chance with this crowd. I don't screw around with anybody." I smiled as I kept stroking his back. Then I took his other hand and slid it down to my crotch, letting him feel the size of my growing cock. He looked down as his eyes widened. I glanced at the guy in the room and picked up the imperceptible nod and glint in his eyes. Then in one seamless motion, I moved into the cubicle drawing the little blond with me, shutting the door. He didn't resist. And at this point, all conversation had ended. I pulled the little guy close to me and let my lips pass his to judge his willingness. And they were willing. My tongue probed deeply down his throat, the location that soon would be filled with more than my tongue. I pulled him back and pushed him down to his knees so he could see that bulging tent in my towel. I undid my towel, letting my hard cock spring forward, right into the little guy's face. He didn't hesitate and forced his mouth over the massive head of that heated rod. He was doing pretty well in starting on about eight and a half inches of cock that could probably cut steel at this point. Oh, yes, that's a thick eight and a half inches by the ruler....and on a couple of occasions in a hot group, has even cracked the nine plus inch barrier. That baby is attached to a pretty good body - 6'1", 195 pounds. I've kept in damn good shape, continuing working out from my days when I played college football ten years ago. I'm not bad looking and usually don't suffer from lack of attention, though I must admit - and have been told - I'm a pretty decent, considerate guy. Blondie was sucking like hell, gagging at about half way. I could tell he wasn't the greatest cocksucker I've had. I held the back of his little blond head as I fucked his face, stopping just when I sensed he could take no more. Jim, the guy whose room we were in, reached over and stopped his bobbing head still for a minute as he held a bottle of poppers under his nose. Gasping for air, he breathed deep. Jim looked at me and I smiled, knowing the fury that was soon to come. And it did. When those poppers hit the little blond guy, he went crazy, trying desperately to consume as much saliva-covered cock as he could. I just leaned back and let him work, enjoying the incredible pleasure - both physically and psychologically - on having this sweet little sucking machine on the end of my meat. The most blondie got down his throat was about three-fourths of that rock hard cock. I remained passive as not to hurt him, letting him take as much as he could. Jim, meanwhile, was sitting on the edge of his bed stroking a raging hard, keeping the poppers handy. After another deep intake of poppers, I reached down and literally pulled blondie's head off my cock and turned him toward Jim. With the attack of the poppers raging through his brain, he just continued from one hard cock to the other. Now Jim's cock was an average six plus inches and blondie could take that baby all the way down to the base, and that he did. As he bent over Jim, he exposed his beautiful little ass to me. I slid my hand across the white glowing little cheeks, slipping my hand between the crack. I almost missed feeling his little hole it was so incredibly tight. I dropped down to my knees now, spreading those cheeks apart, and letting my tongue circle that tender little target, causing shudders to run through his body. His body arched back, willingly giving me full access to my objective. My tongue finally dented that little rosebud, letting me feeling him tense and relax as I kept bombarding what was becoming his hole now. His ass was completely shiny with saliva as I eased one finger into that little spot. Going gently - easing in a bit and then pulling back, only to return a little deeper - and alternating with my probing tongue, I felt his ass begin to unconsciously beg for more. Finally, I got one finger completely up his tight little hole, finger-fucking him as I felt it become accustomed to that intruder. I stood up now, seeing his blond head bobbing up and down on Jim's cock, Jim's thumb covering a bottle of ready poppers. I pulled my finger out of his hole only to be replaced with my thumb. Another top had taught me this trick years ago. It was just another step up in size as I felt his little body arch up as something larger entered his hole. I started my thumb fucking his hole, pushing in deeply to let the joint stretch his little ring. My other two fingers slipped down on either side of his tight little nuts and small cock, giving leverage and stimulating those little bags of sensation. That also let my thumb drive in and massage the prostate, that internal gland that few know is the center of pleasure. His ass was beginning to go crazy. It was time. I had already opened his tight little ass with two big fingers and loosened it up further with a probing thumb that could have gotten any guy off. I looked at Jim and nodded. He held the poppers under blondie's nose again, this time forcing him to take three long breaths. After grabbing Jim's lube, I pointed my slick cock right at that reddening hole, and let the one-eyed monster slide back across his crack. I felt him tense a bit, but the poppers were beginning to react. I pushed and the head finally made it inside his first ring. I looked down and saw that stretched hole finally covering the edge of that cockhead. I probed a little further, mentally glad that I had loosened his hole before I attempted to fuck him. He arched his back as the pain shot through his body. But I pulled back, stroking gently in the area I had opened up. He had quit sucking now, and had just buried his head on the pillow next to Jim. The poppers had full control over his body now, creating a demand that he couldn't deny, even with any associated pain. I felt his ass rotate and cautiously thrust back. I gave him more, each time going in a bit deeper. He moaned. I looked down and saw I had just about my whole hard rod pegged deep in his stretched hole. I smiled now, knowing I had his ass in complete control and that now the fucking would begin. He arched his back as a couple of more strokes got almost the whole cock into his ass. I pushed him back down and slid in and out a couple of times more, knowing that any pain would subside and give him a feeling of warmth. When I felt he was relaxed enough, I started nice slow stroking, hearing him moan even more. He seemed to relax now, turning his body and glorious ass over to my control. I held his hips as I long-dicked his sweet hole, pulling that glistening cock almost all the way out and then steadily sliding it back in. This continued for a few minutes as I began to pick up speed. Jim was watching wide-eyed, his hand stroking his cock. I motioned for Jim to do his task, and he held the poppers under blondie's nose once again. This time, I took a long hit of poppers, knowing what the wonderful results would be. The poppers took hold of both of our bodies at about the same time. I felt him tense as his insides surrounded my cock. I felt a roaring building in my own sweat-covered body now. I slapped my hands on each of his cheeks, a thumb on each side spreading open that beautiful crack, exposing his stretched hole that was gaining experience fast. As the poppers hit, I slammed the whole length of cock up his ass, causing a muffled cry of terror as that baby took complete control. I would pull back and drive in that insatiable cock in what I thought must be the sweetest ass in the world. I rotated that baby, churning the complete insides of my collapsed partner. I leaned across his back, pulling his non-resisting little body into my hard muscles as I fucked his hole with short but deep little strokes, giving him the pleasure that any bottom guy craves. He virtually gave no resistance now, almost being a collapsed piece of hot flesh serving as a container for my hungry meat. And did that baby feed! I must have fucked his ass for a good half hour as Jim watched in unbelief. I fucked blondie every way imaginable! I turned the little guy on his back and remounted his ass, this time flipping his legs over my broad shoulders as my cock had full access to his well-fucked hole. I long-dicked him continually, driving that monster right up to the limits, feeling those tight little cheeks nestled right into my crotch. I moved forward, forcing his ass up even higher as my cock just simply acted as a battering ram, pumping in and out like an oil well pump! His head was thrashing about as he took cock like a champ! I turned him back over so he was leaning across the bed, his hole now fully opened. I re-entered his sweet little ass in one full thrust, now causing only a continued moan as he buried his head again in the pillow. Jim gave both of us a shot of poppers which I knew would be my last. I wasn't going to hold back much longer. As the poppers again hit both of our bodies, I drove in with a final hunger, letting that great cockhead feed deep inside this hot little body. I grabbed his hips for leverage as I started to hit the Big O. He was screaming into his pillow as that massive cock tore into his ass repeatedly, scoring direct hits into parts this little guy didn't know existed. That pulsating cock poured out massive amounts of boiling juice, coating his insides with all that cockhead spit out into him. It lasted what I though was a century - and wished it had been - but I knew was less than a minute. It was probably 45 seconds of pure emotional and physical pleasure, satisfying the primordial urges that we have all had since the beginning of mankind. As I came down from that incredible climax and the poppers began to loosen their effect, I kept stroking in and out of his ass, now with a steady rhythm. I looked at Jim who was staring in amazement, still stroking his cock. I motioned him over as he stepped into the saddle where I had opened up a wonderful love pit. He started fucking, sliding effortlessly into that well-fucked hole that was fully lubed with a hot load of cum. Blondie just kept his head down in the pillow, letting this new cock take whatever it wanted from the remainder of his hole. I stepped around Jim who was now fucking like a machine. I opened the door a crack and found about several guys standing there. They had been listening intently to the sexual sounds of conquest coming through the door. I smiled as I stood in the door, my towel again wrapped around my sweat-covered body. I motioned for the two best looking bodies to step inside. Others crowded around to get a view, but I held control of the door. Still, they could see Jim fucking this sweet little blond ass while the other two guys now inside lubed up their hard cocks. I pulled the door shut, hearing it click with the secured lock and headed off to the showers. I smiled, knowing that this would be one humbled guy, a literal whore now, his arrogance replaced with more cocks than most guys get in a couple of months.

I squeezed Bobby’s balls hard enjoying him squirming on my lap trying to retain composure as he chatted to his pal Ryan on the phone “aww c’mon dude, its great here”, he covered the mouthpiece on the phone “he says no cash”, I nodded whispering “we’ll pay, tell him you’ll put it on your credit card”. A few minutes later Bobby was grinning as Ryan readily agreed to be on the plane later that day, he hung up the phone and leaned in to kiss me “he’s coming daddy”, as me and the kid shared a nice long sloppy wet kiss Duke grunted jovially “oh he’ll be cumming chicky and paying for that flight with his arse, just like you!” Carlos is one of the guys that epitomises the stereotypical Spanish Daddy, big gut, hairy, very sweaty with a big bushy handlebar moustache, everything a Spanish daddy should be except he was born in London and had a cockney accent that 15 years living in Spain had not diminished. Carlos was swigging beer out of a bottle and had a cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth as I let him into the apartment; he smirked and grinned as Duke fed Bobby the pipe “just warming the kid up eh?” I laid it out there and then “I want the boys tits, ears and boycock pierced”, Carlos traced his finger up Bobby’s ab’s who shivered under his touch, Carlos chewed on his cigar “gold or silver?”, I looked at Bobby, taking in his deep tan, bright blue eyes and brassy blond hair “gold for sure”, Carlos got his bag “gold’s expensive bro”, I smirked and pushed the kid onto his back on the table, lifting his legs back to show his pink swollen cunt off to Carlos “only the best for my boy”, Carlos rubbed his impressive cock through his shorts “nice, I could pimp him easily?”, I laughed “no no Carlos this boy is mine for always” and picked up the kids phone showing him the picture of sweet little ginger Ryan “once Dukes done with him you can have that” Carlos looked at the picture as my boy slid off the table, got on his knees and undid Carlos’s shorts making the man gasp as my boy started sucking “pity he’s ginger I am over stocked with ginger at the mo”, Duke grabbed the phone off Carlos “well I like ginger and may keep him so lets see what else Ted’s boy has to offer!”, I grinned as my boy started to suck on Carlos’s log of a cock “you sure you don’t wanna sell this one?”, I rubbed my boys head “No he’s mine”. The sun glistened off my boys earrings in the early afternoon sun as he groaned and grunted as Carlos’s big slick cock reamed out his cunt, I pulled on the boys engorged newly pierced nips “your such a good boy making daddy proud”, the kid purred “thank you Daddy”, I kissed my boy toy on the forehead as his phone beeped, I picked it up winking at Duke “seems Ryan has just checked in”, Duke grinned as he slipped his cock into my boys mouth “good, I am eager to chem. and poz his lil white muscle butt!”.

That night Bobby sleep curled up with me spooning him, my arms wrapped protectively round him like a good Daddy should and when I woke up late the next morning I looked down to see his head resting on my chest and those pretty eyes gazing up at me, he grinned “morning”, I stroked his head “morning son you feeling ok?”, he purred at my touch “I’m good Daddy” and buried his face in my chest hair whispering “I want to thank you for what you did”, I smiled down at the boy “for what boy?” he looked up at me his face reddened “for chemming me, seeding me and making me your son, I wanted it you know”, I stroked his face “I know you wanted it and needed it son, you just needed me to bring it out of you”, he grinned up at me “Yes I did Daddy”. I laid on my beck rested up against pillows and inhaled on my cigarette, filthy habit I know but then I’m filthy, I growled as the kid climbed on top of me and slid his cunt down on my rock hard dick “good boy”, Bobby sighed as his cunt took the last few inches of my dick “thank you daddy”, as the boy bounced up and down he was feeling his tits making me ponder “ever thought about getting your tits pierced son?”, he groaned as flexed my cock “oh god no daddy”, I raised my hips to give his pussy as few good pumps “well we will get them pierced”, the lad pinched his nipples “fuck yes Daddy”. “well good morning” Duke grinned as he stepped into the room and climbed onto the bed behind Bobby, “you loving Daddy’s dick in your shute boy?”, the lad made a ‘mmm’ing’ noise as Duke pulled his head to the side and shoved his tongue in the boys mouth, Duke kissed the boy for a few minutes before getting off the bed “coffee?”, I grunted “yeah” as I pumped yet another load into Bobby’s cunt. I sipped my coffee scrolling through my new property’s phone as Bobby knelt on the floor sucking off Duke “I’m going to get the kids nips pierced”, Duke grinned holding the boys hair as he pumped the lads head up and down on his dick, “fuck nice, I can see if Carlos is in town?”, I blew out some smoke “sweet call him” as Duke picked up the phone winking at me “pay or trade?”, I looked at Bobby’s muscle butt bobbing as he sucked “trade”. I paused on a picture on Bobby’s phone and let out a whistle, “who is this boy?”, the kid pulled his mouth away from Dukes dick “that’s Ryan”, I grinned Ryan was a hot very short compact ginger haired muscle boy, “is he a faggot like you son?”, Bobby blushed and nodded, “good call him and tell him to fly over today”, the kid frowned “why?” I burst out laughing, my boy was jealous! “Not for me my little love, he’s for Duke!” the look of relief on Bobby’s face was a pure picture to behold. Duke pulled the boys mouth back onto his cock “your not calling anyone till I’ve spunked your mouth chicky”, the kid went back to sucking as Duke raised his eyebrows quizzically at me, I passed him the phone to Duke and his eyes almost popped out of his head as he grunted and shot his wad into the boys throat “me want!”

I looked down at the boy, his mouth stretched round my fat cock with dribbles of spit and my poz precum oozing at the sides of him mouth, one of his hands feeling his tits and cock the other wrapped round the base of my cock pulling it into his mouth like a possessive child with its favourite toy, shifting my gaze back to Duke I grinned “do it”, Dukes literally whooped with joy, apart from fucking and pozzing boy arse one of his favourite things to do was initiate them into slam sex, as Duke got the point ready I reached down and slid a finger into Bobby’s pussy making the kid moan and writhe. Duke got back onto the bed and pulled Bobby’s hand from his tits stretching his arm out to the side, Bobby groaned prompting Duke soothe him as the rubber tourniquet was wrapped round his arm “shhh boy don’t worry you’ll be able to feel yourself up soon, right after we have blasted you straight into pig boy heaven” Bobby murmured and flinched as the needle went in but I held his mouth on my cock while Duke pressed the plunger, I let go of the boys head as Duke pulled of the tourniquet and Bobby’s eyes bulged my cock falling out of his mouth as his face and body flushed, he wheezed and then his big chest heaved with a series of hacking coughs his whole body spazmed as he went flying into his new favourite place to be. The coughing stopped and the kid laid there for a moment looking up at my his innocent blue eyes bugging out of their sockets in wonder but also almost wild with desire as he started to run his hands over his body letting out cute cooing noise before one of his hands reached up to started feeling our bodies while the other went down past his cock and he started rubbing his hot hole letting out sweet little animalistic growls like a bitch in heat. Duke and I traded winks and I ran my fingers down over the kids chest, over his abs and in between his legs which he dutifully pulled back at the knees giving me easier access to his hole which was puckering and pulsing, I stared right into the boys eyes grinning “I think its time for you to get fucked Bobby don’t you?”, the kid sighed “oh yes please Daddy”, I leaned down deep kissing the boy before pulling up “Daddy Dukes going to go first okay boy?”, the lad nodded making me grin widely “and don’t you worry son, after Daddy Dukes fucked you and cum in your pussy, I’ll fuck you and cum in you too”, the kid groaned as Duke climbed of the bed grabbing the lads legs spreading them wide and started to rub his cock head over the boys sweet little pussy “you ever had cum in your pussy before son?” , the kid actually looked a bit embarrassed whimpering “no”, Duke chuckled at the forlorn look on the boys face, “well don’t worry son, your about to get a lot”. As Duke pressed his cock up against the boys hole smearing it with his poz precum I shivered with excitement and a touch of jealousy as to me there is nothing like a bareback virgin taking his first raw cock, Duke grinned at me and pulled his cock away “as its your birthday coming up Ted, you should go first”, I was a bit stunned I have to say but could not help but grin back at Duke, “if your sure?”, Duke laughed “oh I am sure plus I think the chicky really wants you to be first, look at the way his puppy dog eyes look at you”, I looked down at the kid, his eyes were indeed wide like a puppy dogs so I just had to smile “you really want me to go first son?”, Bobby nodded and his voice crackled “Yes Daddy Ted I want you to go first, please”, I leaned down and kissed the kids forehead “thank you boy, I will love to be your first seeder and then you’ll be my good boy for always”, Bobby literally trilled with pleasure and Duke laughed “looks like you have a new boy in your life Ted, happy birthday!!” As I took my place in between bobby’s legs grabbed them and pushing them back firmly spreading them wide Duke got up onto the bed and tweaked the boys nipple “though Daddy Ted is going first I am going to fuck you afterwards chicky, fill your white pussy with my black man seed”, I grinned at the boy “that’s right son, my boy gets fucked by who I say and no one else understand?”, the boy looked at me with those puppy dog eyes sighing “oh yes Daddy” as he hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled them back showing off his eager little cunt to me. I placed my cockhead up against Bobby’s sweet little hole I knew I wanted to make sure his first seeding and pozzing was as lovely as his tweaked up little mind was going to remember, I rubbed my helmet over his wet little pucker, adding my plentiful precum to Dukes making the boys pussy lips literally glisten in the evening sun. I looked right into the kids eyes as I pushed and they widened and then closed as he emitted a deep sigh of pleasure as my fat cockhead began to force his ring to open to let me in, Duke was watching intensely as my mushroom head audibly popped through the kids little sphincter making the boy groan and Duke whistle “fucking beautiful”, I rested for a moment pulsing my dick to drip deposit some of my toxic precum into the boys innocent fuck canal. Never taking my eyes away from Bobby’s I slowly but determinedly sank the length of my dick into his eager little cunt, his tightness was really a joy to feel wrapped round my fuckstick, until my pubes rested against his smooth arse, I grinned “that’s a good boy, you have all of Daddy’s cock in you now”, the kid just moaned “I love it Daddy, its so big”, Duke laughed “hell yeah now fuck that slut and seed him good and proper”, I rotated my hips and then pulled a little out pushing in a little quicker, suitably training the kids hole how to accept his new daddy’s fuckpole. Bobby whimpered and cooed in pleasure as my withdrawals and re-penetrations became quicker and more forceful, I rested back on my haunches for a moment pulling about halfway out and just flexed my dick in the kids cunt, Duke leaned in to have a look “fuck yeah Ted your reaming that chickys pussy out so good!!”. I pushed back in again leaning over him, having to control myself as the kids anal muscles went into overdrive milking my cock inside him as more and more of my dirty precum coated the insides of his little cunt, I fucked harder and harder slamming my dick into him my big full balls slapped against his arse. The boy was crying out in sheer pleasure as he felt my broad hairy chest and pulled my nig nipples, my balls well now simmering with heat and I knew I would not last much longer and the pure thought in my mind that I was going to be the first to seed the kid and keep his holes filled with daddy spunk from many men in the future sent me into over the edge, I fucked like a man possessed but then I stopped and I pulled back so my cockhead was just in the kids cunt relishing the sight the Bobby’s now red puffy boy pussy ring stretched obscenely round my mans cock, I just had to see that hole one last time before I bred it. I slammed back into him, knocking the wind out of the kid and he howled as I resumed pumping my dick in and out of his twat, Duke held the kids head and gobbed straight into the boys mouth “yeah chicky your Daddy’s about to breed you, knock your boy body up good with his spunk!!”, those words sent me over the edge and I grunted and growled as I push my dick as far as it would go into Bobby and fired shot after shot of my poz spunk deep into the kids guts, my orgasm was so intense that I actually felt a searing pain in my head that I had to close my eyes, I heard the boy groan and his hole flex round my cock milking more spunk out of my piss slit, Duke gasped and said “wowey fuck look at that!!” making me open my eyes and look down at my hairy gut and his abs that were covered with the cum the boy had shot without touching his cock, I growled “you fucking beautiful boy” as I leaned down crushing Bobby under me “your mine now”, he just pulled my face to his and just before he shoved his tongue into mine sighed “yes I am Daddy”. Duke laughed “hey you two can make out later I need to screw this chicky now”, I smiled “of course mate” as I pulled my cock out of my boys sweet cunt, Duke flipped the boy onto his belly as I moved to the head of the bed and pulled the kids mouth onto my cock, I loved the way Bobby looked up my adoringly as he licked and sucked the cum and his arse juices off my cock, Duke got onto the bed between the lads spread legs and slapped his arse “raise your butt up chicky” which the kid did without question and Duke grinned “atta boy” as he pumped his dick a few times “your leaking some of your daddy’s seed, lets put it back inside where it belongs”, the kid groaned as Duke rubbed my spunk onto his cock head before he then slid it effortlessly into Bobby’s eager fuckchute.

Todd couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the video. Dan held him playing with his rock hard cock. Dan knew he had Todd just where he wanted him and Todd knew it too. He was nothing more than Dan's toy. He would find out much more about games at a club this very evening. Dan told Todd to sleep now. But first a warm milk would help. The milk smelled of vitamin bottle and tasted of vanilla. It was a high calorie drink, warmed and lovingly adminstered. Meanwhile, Dan called three of his closest friends to announce that he had a new boy. They came over to examine Todd. Each brought a gift with him. Joe brought a cock cage. Tommy brought a ball gag. Ed, Ed brought a nipplering and the piercing tools. Dan had slipped a strong sleeping drug into Todd's drink. He would not wake for the piercing, only be surprised when he woke. Dan, meanwhile, rolled the boy over to shave the blond hair from his sweet swollen hole. The three guests all enjoyed the view. When the sweet hole was bare, they rubbed aloe in. All the while, Todd slept looking angelic. The four friends went thru Todd's clothes. They found nothing usable for their evening out. Ed and Joe left to find just the right attire for the evening. They went to a thrift shop where they bought well-worn jeans and very washed out tshirts. They discussed underwear and decided that Todd would go commando. The jeans were old and soft and would not chafe Todd too badly.

Let myself be owned for a day by this sleasy guy whose tag was 'dirtyfatpig' After a session at his place - bondage, tit torture, piss and dildo fucking, he took me to a sauna where he forced me to walk around with no towel. Ended up in filthy cubicle taking raw cock and load after load in both holes

last year at the folsom fair cumunion party i took 24 loads. 2/3 of those were from men i never even saw.

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