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No HIV positive guys - It was bound to happen It was a week before I was flying to reunite with Connor in New York City. Reunite. That really was the word. I felt like half of me was gone in another place. I could communicate with it, but it felt as if my legs were detached. My brain could tell myself to walk, but I couldn't feel the movement of walking. The hope of seeing Connor again and reconnecting the missing pieces, missing feelings was growing daily. I moved us into the new apartment with Ramon, Seth, John and Bradley. We ran into some of my neighbors while moving. Bradley knew a few of the guys. They were older, late 30s early 40s maybe. They invited us down for drinks once we finished. We were all exhausted after we moved everything. Seth and Ramon bailed on us. Bradley and John went home to change. An hour later John, Bradley and I knocked on my neighbor's door. There was some music playing and we could hear voices. It definitely sounded like a party. Bradley's friend took us inside and introduced us to a couple of people. Everyone was really nice. I was not wearing party/club clothes, but was instead in older running shorts, flip flops, and a tank top. I had just picked what was on the top of the garbage bag (classy, I know) and quickly dressed. I thought it was just drinks at the neighbor's place; not a party. I was a bit embarrassed that I was under-dressed. John told me not to worry, that I looked like the most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever. We laughed, especially since John is the most perfect WASP bottom boy ever. We were at the makeshift bar at this point and one of the guys said; "You're right. He is the most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever." I turned to see who it was and I was stunned. It was the guy who had given the lecture in psychology class my freshman year - the positive guy who said it's the other guy's fault if he doesn't ask my status or ask me to use a condom. My cock twitched. What the fuck was wrong with me. He introduced himself as Rob. He was sexier now than I remembered him. I didn't remember the nice pecs, the great biceps or the amazing smile. He was older, but he was so fucking hot. No wonder guys would forget to ask him to use condoms. We chatted for a bit while I drank my first cocktail. John chatted with Rob's friends. Bradley scouted for his older bottom guy for the evening. We had arrived a little around 8pm. By 10pm guys were thinning out to go to the bars, but most of the crowd stayed. Bradley peaced out with a very well dressed man on his arm. John and I both rolled our eyes - Bradley's type is so expected. It's as if an archetype just keeps churning these guys out to sit on Bradley's cock. I was decently tipsy because I hadn't eaten and had moved furniture all day. I had now been drinking for about 2 hours. The host came into the back yard and asked if a few of us would run to the corner store to buy some vodka. Rob was near me and said he would go and said he would take the "most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever" with him. He looked at me and said, "You moved today. At least I know you can carry things without breaking them." Off we went. It was about a 6 block walk. Rob asked me a lot about myself on the way to the store. He also hit on me blatantly. He told me what a tease I was wearing an outfit that barely covered anything. In truth, my tank top reached almost down to the hem of my shorts so at times it looked like I wasn't wearing any shorts. John had also told me that he cold see my underwear up my leg hole when I sat down earlier at the party. So I just stood the rest of the time. I guess I was dressed like a slut. I tried to explain that I had a boyfriend, had just moved, grabbed what was on top of the bag, didn't know it was a party, etc. Rob listened and then leaned close to me and said, "You are still making me hard you perfect Jewish bottom boy." He asked if I was a bottom. I told him I was. He asked if John was my boyfriend and I laughed and said "No, he's another bottom boy." Rob said, "I bet he'll have some guy's cock up his ass by the time we get back to the party." I explained what a "good boy" John was and how he always made me feel slutty because he would never do things like go to a party and end up getting fucked by a guy he just met there. Rob caught that immediately. He said, "But you have gone to parties and been fucked by guys you met there." I blushed. About a block from the store there was an area with old growth trees that blocked the street lights. It was darker than other areas along the main street. Rob pushed me up against the tree and kissed me. He pushed his body against me and I could feel his hard cock on my thigh. I opened my mouth for him. He invaded my mouth. His hands slipped onto my ass and he said, "Plump ass." He slipped his hands down the back of my shorts and I was wearing a jock strap. He said, "Slutty most perfect Jewish bottom boy wearing easy access jock strap." I kissed him and felt his chest and biceps. He was a well built guy. I felt his cock. It was a good cock - 7", but thick in the right way. I unzipped his pants and took his cock out. I dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock. I was such a fucking slut. I wanted this cock. I knew he was HIV positive and I didn't care. I was on the sidewalk sucking off a guy I had just met at a party. He must've been horny because he did not hold back. I was quickly swallowing his load. He said, "Good boy. I'll have to try that ass later." We got the vodka and headed back to the party. We had probably been gone 30-40 minutes. When we got back the party was probably down to 12-15 guys, including us. I put the vodka in the kitchen and went to find John. This was a typical one story New Orleans house - not a shotgun house; but a typical layout with bedrooms opposite the main living areas and the kitchen in the back leading out to the backyard. I looked through the living areas, checked the backyard, and then the bathroom. There was a guy I had seen speaking with John earlier coming out of the bathroom. I asked if he had seen John. The guy nodded his head to one of the bedroom doors and said, "He's fun." I laughed and said, "I know right." I opened the door to the bedroom. There was John bent over the bed naked getting spitroasted. One guy was fucking his ass while he was sucking another guy's dick. I made a move to check on him and make sure he wasn't being raped. As I stepped closer, I saw that John was drunk but definitely working that cock in his mouth with all his effort. I heard Rob say, "Told you." I turned and Rob was in the doorway. I was kinda turned on by the scene, but also really surprised. I started to leave the room. Rob stopped me and turned me around. He stood me in front of him and had me watch the sex scene. The guy fucking John said he was getting close and John said, "Cum on my back." The guy fucking him pulled his cock out, ripped off the condom, and jerked his load all over John's back. The guy in front then went to fuck John's ass. He put his cock at John's hole and John handed him a condom. "No glove. No love," John said. I relaxed a bit. John may be slutting around, but he was still being safe, per usual. Safe sex poster boy John. He really was a good boy. What was wrong with me. I craved bareback sex. I was actually less turned on my the baseball player shaped hunk plowing WASPy twink John's ass because he was using a condom. I actually felt my cock get softer. I looked at Rob and said, "Want another drink?" We left the bedroom, closed the door and headed to the kitchen. I poured a vodka cranberry and stepped outside. Rob didn't leave my side. He said, "You're right. Your friend is a good boy. He's giving his ass up just like a good bottom boy should." I said, "I know right. He's almost too good. Like I said, he makes me feel like the slutty one most of the time." Rob laughed out loud and hard. He said, "Really? Your friend is in a stranger's bedroom, getting fucked by multiple guys, and doesn't look like he's going to stop anytime soon. All you've done is suck my cock and swallow my load. I think he's taking the slutty prize tonight." I drank some of my drink, wanting to get drunk. Wanting to just say that "I'm sluttier because they wouldn't be using condoms to fuck me. I'm sluttier because I wouldn't stop once we ran out of condoms. I'm sluttier because I love when a guy cums in my ass." But I just stood there and drank my drink. Rob looked at me. He handed me his drink and said he would get himself another. When Rob came back he asked if that was the first time I ever saw John getting fucked. I laughed and told him that John and I met at a party both getting fucked over the same bed. Rob took an ice cube and ran it up the back of my shirt along my spine. I squirmed. He laughed and said stand still. He slipped the ice cube down my ass crack and against my hole. In all the sex I'd ever had with Justin or Connor or Eli or anyone else; I'd never had someone do that before. He pushed and I thought my body would react my tensing up against the cold. Instead my ass popped open and he slipped the small, rapidly reducing ice cube up my ass hole. I was surprised. He did it a few more times. Then I realized I needed to push out all the water or it would all leak out of my ass and down my leg. I went to the bathroom, embarrassed, and sat on the toilet pushing out some water. Luckily, I had cleaned out before I left the house because I thought I would have a couple of drinks and come home and jerk off with a vibrator. I cleaned up, opened the door and Rob was standing there. He asked if I was all clean. He smiled and took a drink. I said that I was. He asked if I wanted to leave. I said, "Not yet. I want to check on John, make sure he is okay, and finish my drink." I wanted Rob, especially after that fucking crazy ass ice trick; but I knew he was HIV positive and I was in no rush to ride his cock. He turned me on so much, but I knew I would be betraying Connor again. And this time I could really hurt him. I was in no rush. If Rob grew bored of me or thought I was a tease, so be it. I opened the bedroom door. The baseball player hunk was laying on the bed obviously in post coital glow. John was sucking off another guy. I went in and sat on the bed. I gave John a questioning look. He leaned over while still jacking the guy off and said, "I'm out of condoms and the host says he doesn't have any more. I'll get this guy off and then I'm ready to go if you want." I said, "Ok. I'll be in the backyard." I went out, shut the door, refreshed my drink and went outside. Rob was sitting in a lawn chair talking with the host. I went over to them. The host asked if John was cool. I said, "He's having fun. Says you are out of condoms though and he's ready to go." Rob almost choked on his drink. He looked at the host and said, "I didn't even know you had condoms." The host looked at Rob warily and said, "Of course I do, but I'm honestly out. And John is out of his own. Either he's getting fucked bareback or he's not getting fucked anymore tonight." I said, "What if other guys want to hookup?" The host said, "My friends don't usually end up with a twink taking multiple cocks in my bed so I wasn't prepared for it." We all laughed. Rob slipped his hand up my shorts leg. I naturally spread my legs. His finger found my hole. He rubbed my wet ass and tried to slip a finger in me. It went in some, but not much. The host asked me if I wanted to hang out after John left. I said sure. John came out in the backyard almost on cue. He said he was ready to go and the baseball player hunk was going to take him home. We hugged and I told him I was going to finish my drink and head out. The host walked them out. He went inside and came out with the guy John had been sucking off. The host said, "One friend is passed out in the guest room. It's just the four of us and I locked the front door. I'm too tired if more people show up/come back." We all laughed. Rob pulled me into his lap. I sat there and spread my legs over his so they were laying outside his thighs. I leaned back against him and drank my drink. The host and the other guest sat in chairs facing us and we all chatted. The host asked if I smoked pot. I said I did and he went inside and came out with a small tray with a few boxes on it. In one there were rolling papers and in another one pot. He rolled a joint and we all smoked. I was really relaxed now. Rob told me to tell them about how John and I met while both getting fucked over the same bed at a party. I told the story. As I did, I could feel Rob's cock growing against my ass. He pushed off my tank top and said, "You've been teasing us with your body all night. Let us see some of it." I let him take it off me. I was drunk, horny, and high and my cock was getting hard in my old running shorts. The other guest said, "Zach, I can see your underwear. I'm guessing you wore those shorts hoping we would see up the legs." I tried to protest that I didn't know it was a party and it was just the stuff on the top of the bag. The guest slipped his hand up the leg of my shorts and said, "Don't worry man. You already saw my cock. Showing off your stuff won't shock us." I felt his hand rub my crotch and he asked, "Jockstrap?" I nodded. He said, "What did John call you?" Rob answered, "John called Zach the most perfect Jewish bottom boy." The host asked, "Are you?" I blushed and drunkenly said I was. Rob said, "You wear a jockstrap when you want to get fucked don't you?" I said, "I wear one almost every day." Rob asked I've I'd been fucked yet today. I said I hadn't. The host said, "But you want to get fucked don't you." I said, "Yes." Rob stood me up and slid the running shorts down my legs. I stepped out of them. I looked back at him and kissed him. I undid his pants and took out his cock. I bent over to suck his dick, showing the other guys my ass framed by the jockstrap. I felt their hands on my ass. I then felt some slickness on my ass as one of the guys put some lubed my ass. I heard clothes dropping to the ground. I felt fingers ease into my ass. It wasn't long before there were three fingers inside me. I heard one of the guys say, "Sweet ass." The fingers were removed. I felt a cock head push at my hole. He pushed and it hurt a bit. The angle was wrong. I came up off the Rob's cock, said "more lube," and then grabbed the bare cock and aimed it at my ass. The cock slid right inside me. I knew without a doubt that one of these older guys was in me bareback right now. I had felt his bare cock when I lined it up to my hole. He called me a hot slut as he fucked me. He kept asking me how I liked his dick. I would either say it felt great or I would mumble something around Rob's cock. I heard the guy say he was going to cum. As I was trained to do, I popped my head up off Rob's cock and said, "Do it! Cum in me." The guy blew his load in my ass and I went back to sucking Rob's cock. The second guy slid his cock in me next and I knew he was bareback too. Another guy whose name I didn't know and whose status I hadn't asked. I knew he was in me bareback because there weren't anymore condoms in the house. He rode me for maybe 3 minutes before his cock blew in my ass. He withdrew. I turned around and saw both guys walking into the house. I didn't know which order they'd fucked me in. But now I was lowering myself onto Rob's cock. Rob's cock. I knew he was positive because he had spoken to my class. I knew I hadn't discussed HIV status with him. I knew neither of us had condoms. I knew his raw cock was sliding inside my hole as I was thinking all these thoughts. I was riding his cock and jerking mine. I was thinking about how Rob said it was my responsibility to ask about HIV status and how it was my responsibility to ask him to use a condom. I was thinking I wanted his cum in my ass. His positive cum. This man who made me rock hard telling me how irresponsible I had been in my freshman psychology class now had his raw cock inside me. I squeezed my ass and his friends' cum lubed him more as it slid out my ass and around his cock. I rode him harder as I was getting closer to cumming. I told him I was going to cum soon. He said he was too. I got so turned on thinking about it that I started cumming and almost screamed, "Do it! Cum in my ass." Rob pulled me down on his cock's full length and exploded inside me. His positive cum was inside my ass. FUCK! I slipped off Rob's cock and laid on the grass. Rob looked at me and then got on the grass with me. He said, "You really are the most perfect Jewish bottom boy and you have an amazing ass." He slipped a finger inside me as we laid there. He said, "Your ass is so wet with our cum. You like getting cum in your ass don't you?" I said I did. We just laid there. He ruminated a bit and said something about Tulane. I said, "You spoke to my psychology class my freshman year." He said, "Oh really?" I said yes and told him what I remembered about his talk. He said, "But you didn't ask my status or ask me to use a condom." I said, "I know." He said, "Most of the guys I fuck from those classes seek me out. They never ask my status. They know it. They never ask me to use a condom." I was a bit surprised. As he slipped his hard cock back into my well fucked ass he said, "That's why I've been giving those talks for years. And I always will. So many of you college boys want my poz cock that I never lack a hot young ass to fuck." I moaned as he fucked me. This time he lasted longer, but after about ten minutes I was begging him for another poz load. Once I left the house, I felt incredibly guilty. What had I just done to Connor? What had I just done to myself?

Thank you Master for all the bare cocks on last weekend.

Spent the weekend taking loads at the bath house & then bottomed at a friends orgy! This cunt is never satisfied!

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.

1990 After college, I had no clear plan except to move to a large city, live on my own and figure my life out. The apartment building I could afford to live in was obviously not luxurious. It was an old hotel built in the 1920's and it had its charms, but it was also kind of a dump. I didn't mind because I knew I wouldn't be living there permanently. I was going to be a great journalist or novelist or something that would make me rich and famous. That was the attitude of so many kids in their early 20's back then. And then you learn that the world is a harsh place and everybody's daily horoscope should always read "You will be disappointed today". But, back then I was happy and embracing life. I liked living in this sad, beautiful building. Rent was cheap and I had some interesting neighbors. Poor people are usually more interesting than 'comfortable' people. For example: There was a girl named Rissa down the hall who was a local stripper. She was a mixture of all kinds of races, and also chubby. And even though she wore 'librarian glasses' and carried some extra poundage, she radiated sensuality and I loved just looking at her while she talked. For a while, she mistook my interest as a desire to fuck her, but I told her right away that I was gay even though I had no gay experience at the time. We still hung out when she wasn't stripping or "working". We got really stoned one night and she told me about the guys she dated just for money to pay bills. We talked free and loose and I mentioned how much I liked the tenants in this building. "Well, don't get too fond of everybody, baby. There are bad people here. There's even a rapist living on our side of the building". "Who?" "Some big, weird-ass-looking dude who tried to come on to me in the laundry room. I told him I had a gun in my hamper and he left. I actually went and bought a gun the next day. Want to see it?" "No. Keep it safe somewhere. How do you know he's actually a rapist?" "I heard it from some girls at the club...as well as a few women here. Right here. In this building!" "Yeah, but wouldn't he have been caught with that many accusers?" "Cute. You still think the police give a shit about this neighborhood. They don't....especially if you're 'working'. I'm not the only one here, ya know?" "Oh. Well, I'm glad you're armed." She gave me a kiss on the cheek before she had to get ready for the club, and sent me back to my place with a piece of apple pie and a joint. Is it weird that I was a little excited about all this new information? I was. I almost wanted to wander the halls and see if I could see the famous rapist, but it was late and I just went to bed. It wasn't an easy sleep, though -- the guy next door was moving out. I wouldn't miss him. He was a delicate ballet blonde that walked on his tiptoes and never said a word to anybody. Plus he played Pet Shop Boys way too loud. His place didn't stay empty too long. Maintenance moved in and started fumigating, painting and vacuuming right away. And it was quiet for a few days until I heard the noises of a new tenant moving in. He must have plugged his TV in first because I heard those ESPN jerks blabbing through my wall almost immediately. It was 8 in the morning, for chrissakes. I tried covering my head with a pillow, but then there was an urgent knock on my door. Rissa. She was still in what I'm assuming she slept in and quickly closed the door behind her. "He's here!" "Who? David Cassidy?" (I was still half asleep). "No. That creepy rapist is right on our floor now. I need to move". "You've got a gun. He's not going to mess with you. And he isn't going to try anything with a guy. Please don't move". "Well, I'm going to get a big dog then". "I'll walk him for you". A few days passed with no incident. And I found my myself getting more interested in my new neighbor. I'd sit silently against the wall and listen to his TV and stereo. I wanted information...or something. A clue. I could hear him when he ran the shower and I could hear his phone conversations. I was becoming obsessed with the heterosexual rapist. Maybe it was all the straight porn I'd seen in the past -- the kind when the guys would basically attack women and force them into sex. Their dicks seemed to just want a hole to fill with seed. Was my neighbor like that? Rissa left for a weekend with her latest "male friend". And I took the opportunity to go introduce myself to my new neighbor. I took a six-pack of Busch Light (which was the only brand I could afford back then). Why was I doing this? I knocked on his door and listened to the TV being turned down and some heavy footsteps come to the door. Shit shit shit. The door swung open and there he was. He was so tall...6'4"? And had a lot of almost-beard going on all over the lower part of his face. And that face! He was definitely ugly. Half of his chin looked caved in my an invisible fist and his eyes were tiny and close together. "Yes?" "Hi. I'm your neighbor. I just wanted to welcome you to our floor". He flashed a smile of pretty gross teeth and then let me in. I handed him the six-pack. "Thanks! I don't drink beer, but I can offer you something stronger." His place was neat and tidy except for an enormous dirty sock in the middle of the floor. I was on auto-pilot as I plopped down on his nice couch. He was mixing drinks in the kitchen and I stared at the big TV that was showing dome sort of motorbike race in the mud. He returned, handed me a glass and sat down next to me. "Here. I'll mute it so we can talk." His body next to mine gave me little electrical impulses. "You like your new place?" "Oh yeah. It's bigger and I've always liked change. That chick across from me hates my ass though." I took a deep gulp of the drink he handed me. Vodka and Sprite? "She thinks you're a rapist". I can't believe I just blurted that out. "Oh", He paused. "Well, stories get spread I suppose." "Any of those stories true?" "Why? You a cop or something?" "No. Not at all. I just think it's kind of fascinating". "Remember about five years ago -- when they were investigating the 'West Forest Rapist'? And they had police sketches in the newspaper?" "No. I wasn't living here then." "Well that artist was a retard because his sketch didn't look anything like me. I must have knocked up about nine single ladies back then. That was goal. I wanted to impregnate them with my bare dick and then lo around the city for kids that looked like me. But then the police moved in and I moved on to the strip clubs. I bare-fucked so many of those whores. I know most of 'em are fixed or on birth control, but my sperm are pretty powerful. I got at least three kids by strippers by now. Then when I wasn't welcome in the clubs anymore, I started fucking prostitutes on Caleo Street. That was way cheaper, but I got so many diseases there....including AIDS. Now I'm just figuring out what do next." I nodded and finished my drink. "Ever raped a man?", I asked. "Just once. It was in prison, but he looked almost exactly like a woman. Why do you ask?" What the hell was I thinking? "Because I wouldn't mind being raped by you now". "Not now". "OK" "Go home and shave all around your ass and crotch, Hell -- shave your whole body if you can. When you're done, go to bed with your door unlocked. Just be patient. I had almost no body hair, but I shaved what little I could find. I dried off with a fresh towel and fell into bed. Did he say "AIDS"?? I didn't have time to think about it because my front door creaked open. And then a huge hand was around my mouth and a big, bare dick was being pressed in between my butt cheeks. I'd asked for this in a way. What I didn't ask for was the incredible sting of his cock head pushing into my hole. I tried yelling 'no', but my lips were covered. I tried to squirm away, but he was just too large. This is the reality of rape, I thought. It's not sexy. It's violent and it hurts. I was so miserable as he shoved that dirty weapon in deeper...and then deeper. Good Lord -- how much more of that dick could there be??? But it kept driving in and I was aware of what he was saying: "You gonna have my baby, Bitch". and "You Fucking Slut!" I was helplessly surviving this. I had a brief fantasy of Rissa barging in with her gun and shooting him. In the head. And then he sped up his pace. He took his giant hand from my mouth and started using it to pull my hair as he climaxed. He drug it out dramatically, huffing and groaning and saying "shit". The he rushed out -- which is what I guess rapists are used to doing. I'd bled all over my clean bed and wondered if I'd have to get a new mattress. A few days later, The Rapist and I watched a movie together at his place. We ended up having sex again. And again. For the next two months. And then he was gone. Evicted I guess because they hauled all his stuff out to the curb. But he left me with one of his possessions...his HIV. Like I said --- the world is a harsh place.

Day 5 update. Took 12 cocks on Monday. Grand total cums to 141 cocks and 13 fist. That is my personal best and greatest accomplishment ever. What does IML hold? We shall find out next month

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.

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

Note: Parts of this story are quite true, although the names and locations have been changed. Part One: A bit about myself, I grew up in the Deep South in a very religious household. The day that I turned 18 I came out to my parents (making damn sure there was no chance of a trip to the "pray the gay away " camp). My father, being a deacon in the Baptist Church and a pillar of the community promptly told me to leave. Fortunately, my grandparents were more understanding and allowed me to stay with them until I finished high school. It was during this four month period that I made my first trip to Atlanta and managed to get into a gay bar with a fake ID. Now mind you, this was before the internet was around (1994) commonly, so simply finding a gay bar was a challenge, much less driving three hours each way to go to one. But my rock hard teen dick thought I was up to the task. I managed to convince my grandparents that I was going to see some cousins in another area of the state and left for Atlanta right after school that Friday in February. When I got to Atlanta at 7 that evening it took me another hour to find the bar I was looking for (the name starts with an "E"). I had no idea what to expect, which when I got there wasn't much considering that it was only 8 on a Friday night, but I presented my ID to the doorman, who I'm sure knew was fake, and was let in. I finally worked up enough courage to ask for a beer and then asked the bartender about the crowd. Looking me up and down, he replied "Should be busy later," and left it at that. That "later" never seemed to come. Bored out of my mind, I struck up a conversation with an older gentleman who quickly figured out that I was new meat and totally innocent. He convinced me to wait, and gruffly told me to quit looking at guys directly into their eyes unless I planned on going home with them later. So I waited, and sure enough about 11 the place started to get packed. I was like a kid in a candy shop! So many hot guys, like nothing I had ever experienced before, many of them in leather. I scanned the scene, and two guys, prolly not much older really caught my eyes. They were wearing leather head to toe, both were about my size at 6'2 and around 200 pounds. But holy fuck, it was clear they were built like a brick shit house. Working up my courage, and aided by the few beers I'd had, I walked over to talk to them. The dark haired guy was named Rocky and the blonde was Alex. They were both city boys from Atlanta and were intrigued by this innocent looking Alabama farm kid. We exchanged small talk, and noticing that I was out of beer, Alex asked if I wanted another. Five minutes later he shows up with not only three beers for us, but shots as well. Coming from a dry county, and from a family that never even had liquor in the house, this was really going to put me over the top, but I partook anyhow. After a bit, Rocky looked at me and asked if I wanted to hit the dance floor. I answered back with something about "not knowing how." I didn't want to be the dead weight, so I decided to go outside to the patio for some air. Not five minutes later, they were both out with me. " I'm just nervous, since this is the first time I've ever been in a gay bar" I explained. "You're not 21 either, are you?" Asked Rocky. I affirmed that his assumption was correct. "Here, I have something that will help you to relax" he said, handing me an ecstasy pill. Not knowing what it was, and being so nervous and naive, I took the whole thing. Suddenly, the lights were going up and I realized it must be closing time. Fuck, where had the time gone? I was experiencing feeling like I never had before, every touch sent shivers through me. Then that little voice in the back of my head went, "Oh shit, I am fucked up, I have no hotel room, and what the fuck am I gonna do?" So, I ran up to Rocky and Alex, both of whom quickly surmised that the farm kid needed somewhere to stay for the night. Little did I know this had been the plan for them all along. "Sure, you can crash with us, but we have to make a stop on the way home first." Not much I could do but agree. We walked to their car, with both assuring me that my truck would be fine over night, and left. While Alex drove, Rocky offered me a few hits off of a joint to help me calm down a bit from the E. We drove for what seemed like forever in my warped drug-hazed mind, but it was in reality no more that fifteen minutes and stopped at a rather large house. "Wanna come with us, or sit out in the cold?" Rocky asked. I decided to come in. Damn, this place was nice...I sat with Alex in the living room while Rocky went with the guy, who was pretty damn hot to be old enough to be my father. A few minutes later Rocky came back with the guy, nodded to Alex and we left. When we got to their place, a rather cramped apartment, they threw some porn on the TV on got comfortable. I was a bit nervous to say the least... Sensing my nervousness, Alex asked if I wanted to smoke another joint. Nodding to him, he handed me a whole joint and told me to relax. After four or five hits and ten minutes had gone by, I was stoned off my ass. Both Alex and Rocky were jerking their cocks by this point. Rocky was a nice eight inches and average thickness, but holy shit, Alex was a solid ten inches and as thick as a beer can. I couldn't keep my eyes off them. "Boy seems to like cock" Alex said to Rocky, "Yeh, but does he know what to do with one?" Rocky responded. Rocky told me to get down and give him head. I did the best I could, but there was no way I could blow him and not gag, but damnit, I wanted that cock so bad. "Should we get him the special boy medicine?" I heard Alex say, "Fuck yeh, I think this pig is eager to learn." Rocky responded. Rocky told me to stand up and a minute later Alex returned with a glass pipe. Rocky told me that some guys who are just starting out sometimes need some help to reach their potential. "Do you want some help?" "Sure," I responded. "Hold the stem and when you see some smoke coming from the hole start to inhale on the pipe, and I want you to take four big hits." I nodded with eager anticipation. After the third hit I felt like every hair on my body was standing on end. By the time I exhaled the fourth hit, I was in heaven. Rocky and Alex sat back down, both stroking their cocks slowly, with some nice beads of pre-cum leaking out. Rocky motioned for me to come back over and get between his legs, which I eagerly did. "Now get back down and slobber on that cock like you fucking mean it," he said. I went straight for the root, non-stop. Seconds later it dawned on me that I was deep throating another dude balls deep and loving it. About five minutes later I heard Alex say that he thought I was ready for more. "Get up and follow Alex," which I reluctantly did. I was sort of surprised at how fast I had taken to cock sucking, but didn't realize how fucked up I was, nor that I was about to get a lot more fucked up. Alex led me to the bathroom and showed me how to use the enema kit, "I don't want no shit on my cock, bro" and told me to holler when the bag was empty. After 3 clean outs, the bag was empty and so was I, so I hollered for Alex to come back. I was expecting a towel but instead he brought a half gallon of syrupy golden brown liquid and refilled the bag. "On your knees" he told me. Quickly complying, I felt the nozzle going much deeper in me than I had gone before. "Gonna run this whole bag into ya bro, gonna feel a slight burn, but it'll help ya get ready for later. Don't let it out until I tell ya." With that he opened the clamp and walked out. Holy shit was I getting uncomfortable from the burn and the fullness. Then, like a ton of bricks hit me I was sweating like I was in a desert and fuck I was feeling even better than before if that was even possible. A few minutes later, both Rocky and Alex returned. "Holy fuck, that is one fucked up pig boy," said Rocky. I was so spun I couldn't see straight. Alex removed the nozzle, "Stand up and push that out," he said. Standing wasn't going to happen without some serious help. Both guys got me up and I pushed the chem piss out while Alex reloaded the bag with water. This time Rocky stayed with me and helped to get the chem piss cleaned out. He handed me a jock, "really oughta cover that shriveled boy clit ya got there up." That was when I realized my dick was literally the smallest I think I had ever seen it. Normally, hard it was a solid seven inches, but he'll tonight, go all nights, it had gone on vacation. On the way to their bedroom, Rocky explained to me that sometimes when a guy takes medicine to overcome his fears, it puts his dick to sleep, "But don't worry, you won't need it anyway." I crawled into bed while Alex and Rocky watched. Alex put some extra pillows under my head and crawled behind me, "Give me your ankles," he said. Rocky lined his cock up to my hole, and with nothing but some spit for lube, was balls deep in an instant. I was in pain, but loving every minute of it. He was patient and took his time, taking a good half hour to nut in my formerly virgin ass. Alex wasn't, he used Rocky's cum for lube and rammed it home as hard and fast as he could. It only took him five minutes or so to nut. Looking up at Rocky, he said, "I think the boy has some potential for dad," "Oh hell yeh" was Rock's reply. I had no idea what they were talking about. I was too mesmerized by the constant leakage of my cock. Rocky looked down, saw me playing with and grabbed my hand. "Let it leak, that's all a t dick is good for anyway, and besides its hot" he said. Grabbing a butt plug, Alex plugged me and they left me to rest for a bit.

I answered a Craigslist ad this morning here in Las Vegas. It stated that he was a 45 year old, straight, married guy, here in Las Vegas for a few days for a convention. He was horny and just wanted some guy to come by his hotel room to suck him off. We exchanged a few emails and pics. He gave me his hotel name and room number, so I jumped into my car and drove to his hotel that was just off the Las Vegas Strip, near the Convention Center. I knocked on the door and a very handsome, 45 year old business man opened the door. He was still dressed in his suit and tie from his morning business meeting when he invited me into the room. He seemed nervous and awkward. We made small talk for a few minutes. He told me he had only been sucked off a couple of times by guys. Both times had been here in Las Vegas, when he'd been here on business. He was quite clear that he only wanted to be sucked off. He won't reciprocate. I told him I was fine with that, and let's get to it. He moved removed his clothes except for his black socks. Then he sat on the edge of the bed. I got on my knees, between his legs and began to suck on his cock that was only partially hard. He was uncut and I started out sucking and gently chewing on his foreskin. He really enjoyed the attention I was giving to his skin. His cock grew. Then I sucked his foreskin into my mouth and slid my tongue up into the puckered skin. Licking his piss slit. Now he was fully hard. A bit over 6"s. My lips pushed his foreskin back and he moaned as I licked around his cockhead. Then I licked up and down his shaft several times. Then sucked on both his balls. He moaned when I did that. I lifted his legs and licked under his balls. He pulled his knees to his chest and I began to lick his asshole. Finally sliding my tongue up inside his hole, tongue fucking him. After rimming him for several minutes, I went back to sucking his balls, licking his shaft and then swallowing his cock for some deepthroating. I came up off his cock and took some hits from my popper bottle. "Would you like to fuck me", I asked? "No. Just suck me", he said. But, after just a minute of more cocksucking he said, "You got a condom?" "Yes. But, you can fuck me raw", I replied to him. "I've never fucked a guy. But, I will if you've got a condom. I won't fuck you bare. Got a wife. Can't do it", he replied. I went for my pants and pulled some condoms and lube from my pocket. I came back to the bed and climbed on. Kneeling on the edge. I put some lube on and in my hole, then handed the condom and lube back to him. He put on the condom and lubed it up. Then he stood behind me and began to press into me. He fucked me for a few minutes, but his cock went soft. I pulled the condom off and sucked him hard again. Then I put another condom on him and got back on my knees on the edge of the bed. He again slid up into me and fucked for a few minutes. But, again, went soft. "DAMN! I always get soft in a condom. Shit! Guess I can't do it, bud. Condoms make me go soft", he said. He pulls the condom off and I take his soft cock back into my mouth. I suck until he hardens in my mouth again. I suck his cock, suck his balls and lick his ass again. He's now hard as a rock again. I again get on the edge of the bed with my ass facing him. "Just rub your bare cock on my ass", I say to him. Rub your cockhead on my hole. Maybe jack off on my hole", I again say to him. He does rub his hard cockhead on my hole. I'm squirming my ass and spreading my asscheeks for him to get clear access to my hole. He's obviously turned on having his raw cockhead against my hole. He then starts to press his cockhead into me, just a little bit. Then pulls it out. He repeats that several more times. Putting just a little bit of his cockhead into me, then pulling out. He's driving me wild teasing me with his raw cock. When he pushes his cockhead slightly into me the next time, I press back against him and the entire cockhead plops up past my sphincter. He again pulls completely out of me and rubs his cockhead on the outside of my puckered hole. Damn! I want him inside me. I'm not sure if he'll continue to do this? But, he slaps his cockhead on my hole a few times, then again presses it into me. Going up into me, past my sphincter again. I press back and soon he's all the way up inside me. Raw and natural in my ass. Just as I like dick in me. He holds his cock there. He's not really fucking me. I squeeze my ass on his cock a few times. Then I begin to very slowly pull off his cock, then slide back onto it. He's not really doing anything, but allowing me to fuck his cock with my ass. Soon, he can't take it any longer. He grabs me around the waist and begins to pump his cock in and out of me. He's immediately into full throttle fucking. He's now slamming deep into me. He's grunting very softly. Almost like he doesn't want me to hear him enjoying the fuck. He's now fucking fast and hard. It only takes him a minute or two before he grunts really loudly and slams deep into me. He holds it there inside me as I feel his cock throb and fill my ass with his load. I'm squeezing and milking his cock with my ass. Then he quickly pulls from me and goes into the bathroom. I can hear the water in the sink turn on and he's washing off his cock. His raw cock that has just been inside my faggot ass. His str8 dick that has just filed my queer guts with his married, str8 guy cum. While he's washing off, I quickly dress. I'm just ready to leave his room as he comes out of the bathroom. "Thanks", I say as I pass him in the bathroom doorway. "Sure", is all he says as I leave his room. He's not even really looking at me. But kind of looking into dead space in shame. Damn! I just LOVE getting str8 guys to go further than they ever expect or want to go.

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

Yes I am an older top guy. A dad. I have a six inch cock. It loves to breed deep and I can cum deep inside several times. Why on BBRT do guys claim to be cum sluts and want to get bred but when I reach out, nothing. I thought a true slut will take any cock and cum. I know I'm not hung or young or beautiful, but it's a fuck! Come on bottoms don't you know I really really need it! Oh,and the games we play. I hate email tag and game players. Let's just breed! Sigh...just a thought! Any thoughts? Thanks. BH

MMMM, Hotel parties can be so much fun. Small rooms confined space and the smell of sex being contained in the air. I went to a party @ Vegas Hotel called the "D" on the old strip and I did not know what to expect since the Host had been posting that he held parties there usually every two weeks. I arrived a little after posted start time and worked my way up to the room and was greeted at the door by a very nicely packaged middle age man. I wasted no time getting naked as I walked in and made it clear that I was there to bottom since I was wearing my jock this night. There was about 7 guys there and the action was a little slow with just some sucking going. I quickly lubed my hole and opened my Fresh Poppers and before I even had my first hit in my lungs there was a set of lips around my cock and a tongue and fingers probing my ass. One of the guys mentioned that nobody at the party was able to accommodate a BBC that was standing near the window and when he turned around I understood why. I was in awwww by the size and girth. Now I am def not a size queen or a power bottom but I told them that I needed to give it a try to just see if it would fit. I told him he would have to be easy and I would not tolerate him trying to fuck me like a porn star and he understood. I lubed my hole even more and took about 5 good hits of my fresh poppers and the test began. He eased in slowly and it was a def pleasure pain experience since he was so thick and when I say thick I mean it (Like Beer Can thick). I was able to get he head and then I had to hold it there before even attempting to slide on down. I ended up pulling off and had to hit the poppers some more and add more lube. The second penetration seemed much easier and I was relaxing now, I got the head in further and let it sit there for a minute as my ass my ass muscles relaxed and then I took a deep breathe and let my ass slide down the full length. He was about 9" in length which is just outside my comfort factor but I endured it. He started fucking me slowly with long deep strokes and it did not take long for my cock to start pushing out cum. He continued this process for what seemed like and eternity and I finally had to take a breather because my head was spinning from so much poppers. When I pulled the off the host walked over and immediately ben me over the bed so he could have a turn since my hole was gapped open. His cock was nothing like the BBC but I still enjoyed it, within a 2 minutes he planted his seed . The BBC came back over and went back at on my ass and he churned the fresh baby batter in my smooth hole. A few minutes later a knock on the door was heard and a young small framed Mexican kid came in and stripped down immediately. He wasted not time either and before you know the BBC was working his hole. The biggest difference was this kid was a power bottom and the BBC was pounding him like a porrn star. We both alternated taking the BBC and ended up side by side on the bed with our ass's in the air so he could pull out and slide into each of us with little effort. This went on for over an hour until another BBC arrived, no where near the girth but length was in the 11" range and he only wanted to play Wrapped. The young Mexican lad ended taking his cock and I stayed at work on the other. Well after a few more minutes the BBC picked up the pace to a level that I could tolerate and he unloaded what felt like to be a massive amount seed. To my amazement he did not loose his hard on at all and slowly continued to fuck me for another 5 -10 minutes before pulling out. Once he pulled out it was like a rush of air coming across my ass, as I stood up to stretch my legs a flood of seed came rushing out of me, more than I ever felt before. I had forgot that the host had already loaded me up also. I wanted to stay longer and take another load but my hole was sore and I knew I would be walking funny as I left. Funny thing as I left I felt more seen running down y leg onto my sock. My hole was stretched.

Bumped into a fuckbud while out running errands. He was free balling in basketball shorts and started clubbing up. I smiled and licked my lips and he fucked a load into my hole in the bathroom. Loved it! He put his hand over my mouth and whispered that his BF was in the store so he needed to fuck me hard and fast... ...and he did! Love men that just wanna cum inside me!

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

Alex and Rocky left me plugged and in bed for maybe five minutes alone. They came back in, "Want some water, pig?" "Yes" I responded and was handed a bottle of water. They wanted to find out a bit more about me and a game of fifty questions started. Mostly about my background and what plans I had after I graduated high school. My plan had been to attend college, but with my folks kicking me out, that probably wasn't an option. I found out that both Alex and Rocky were engineering graduate students in Atlanta. "I think you may have some potential," Rocky said. Even in my fucked up state, I got interested really fast. Alex piped up, " Let's see what we can do to help ya out on the college thing. We know people that might be interested." After that we went back into the living room and continued to watch some really hot porn of various types. Both guys watched my reaction to the various fetishes involved, almost as if they were studying me. Sometime later, they both took turns fucking me and then I was given a heavy dose of G to knock me out. Sometime late in the afternoon I came around. Both Rocky and Alex were laying on the couch watching TV. " when ya gotta be back home?" Rocky asked. "I need to be back by tomorrow afternoon at the latest, so I need to be gone by noon tomorrow for sure". Both guys lit up with smiles. "Whatcha think of last night?" Alex asked. "It was fucking mind blowing." Alex shot back that tonight I could have a few drinks, maybe a joint, but no more. I had no idea at the time, hut I was still pretty high. One look in the mirror confirmed that, as my eyes still looked like saucers. Coming back into the living room, Rocky told me that I had some serious potential and that my laid back, humble attitude was a big plus. That night we went out again, but got back early and only fooled around a bit since I had to go home the next day. The next morning we got some food and exchanged numbers before retrieving my truck. With that, I was ready to head home. "Ya coming back next weekend lil bro?" Asked Alex. I said that I would call them on Thursday night and let them know. "Well, ya better. We should have an answer for your future plans by then." I got in my truck and left what had been the most eventful event in my lifetime up until then. On the way home I kept wondering about Rocky and Alex having matching biohazard tattoos with a date above it and the word "Brother" under it. Being young and naive, I just assumed it was a college frat thing. Little did I know that I would have a matching (except for the date) tattoo in less than four months.

Hey guys. It's been awhile since I've written anything. I've been thinking a lot about writing a story that fictionalizes the path of the character in Chaser, The Short Film. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yrN_Zkay2Y I think it's one of the hottest things I've ever seen in my life. I've jerked off to it dozens of times. I relate so much to the main character in the film. See my mostly autobiographical series: https://breeding.zone/topic/32372-safe-sex-boy-turns-cumdump/. I've sketched out an outline, but I only really want to do it if y'all want to read about it. I hesitate because so many of you didn't like the movie. Let me know. If y'all are for it, then I'll continue using this thread.

I’m proud of my body, I love showing it off and yeah I am an older guy, but my powerful muscle bear build is something I am very proud of. The kid was one of those perfect ones, you know the sort angelic face and a body built from long hours in the gym, but also so that naïve that he did not know how perfectly hot he was, we first saw him when we were on the beach, I was dozing idly scratching my chest when my buddy Duke, a big black brute of a muscle daddy, poked me “hey bro look at the chicky coming outa the water” , chicky was Adams term for any young lad who got his poz dick a twitching), I opened my eyes to see a very cute smooth muscle boy in a bikini brief come striding out of the surf totally oblivious to the leering stares of a lot of the guys on the beach, my dick twitched in my shorts and I grinned “fuck yeah he is hot!”. Both Duke and I watched as the kid sprayed himself with some suntan lotion and lay face down on his lounger, his bubble butt sticky up encased like two hard boiled eyes in a hanky. I grinned Duke went into action, all those years of working on the London stage had given him skills for sure though no stardom, I watched as Duke circled round as discreetly as he could, going on the sea before nonchalantly walking up the beach and somehow ‘managing’ to look very convincing when he stumbled and knocked the boys stuff flying and then making profuse apologies to the kid giving him the perfect opportunity to chat. Now Dukes look and bulk is enough to scare the shit out of most people but he oozes charm and has the gift of the gab that mixed with his deep smooth voice disarms most people within seconds and sure enough the two were soon chatting away like old friends. I pretended to be asleep when Duke brought the kid over to our loungers, “hey Ted wake up, this is Bobby”, I opened my eyes and put on my best smile reaching up putting out my hand “hey bobby”, the kid smiled back “hi Ted”, as Bobby sat down on Dukes lounger Duke exclaimed “I’m such a clumsy idiot, I trod on Bobby’s bag and got suntan oil over his clothes!”, bobby gave a cute little laugh “hey its no problem”, Duke pouted “but it is, I feel terrible”, that made me laugh along with bobby at the look on Dukes face. We drank some wine from our cooler and chatted easily and a tipsy Bobby soon became very forthcoming with information, he was on his gap year from university and he’d arranged to meet some friends here in Spain for a week of partying but had got the dates wrong and had arrived two days before his buddies and was having to stay in a hostel, when he said that he’d giggled “I don’t know, I’m so dumb sometimes”, both Duke and I laughed at that but the sly wink Duke gave me said it all. I looked at my watch saying “we’d better go soon”, Bobby looked a bit sad but brightened up when I added “hey Bobby, why don’t you come to our apartment with us, we can watch your gear and have a few more drinks?”, he smiled a sweet smile “okay that would be ace” and laughed completely unaware of the connotations when Duke added slyly emphasizing the ‘T’ “Yeah, we can have a nice party!” Back at the apartment and a few drinks later Bobby sat on the sofa looking nervously at the glass pipe Duke held out in front of him after he’d watched Duke and I blow clouds, he bit his lip “I dunno if I should”, Dukes voice was smooth like honey “hey bobby you’ve smoked weed right and liked it right?” and after Bobby nodded continued “well this is better”, Bobby’s hand was shaking as he took the pipe laughing nervously “it ain’t going to make me do anything stupid right?”, I could only chuckle “no son, if anything it will make you the opposite of that” Bobby blew out a big cloud and we could see that the effect was quick on him, his pretty blue eyes dilated and he flushed as he leaned back whispering “oh wow”, as Duke lit the pipe again grinning as bobby took the pipe in his mouth inhaling deeply, I put my hand on bobby’s thigh running it up to his swimsuit and gave his bulge and nice squeeze “feels great eh boy?”, bobby grinned and laughed “fuck yeah feels great, make me feel tingly and horny!” I rubbed his tenting bikini “yeah I can feel that son” and then pulled the front of his bikini down engulfing his decent sized boy cock in my mouth making him whimper “oh fuck” Duke laughed “oh you will be Bobby boy, don’t you worry”

Usually, a great gay sex stories starts of with something along the lines of: "Jonas did not feel the silent eruption of Fernando's cock and the huge load that was stealthily injected deep within his guts as Fernando fucked him brutally against the bedroom wall" but that is so cliche, a word which here means "used so many times that it doesn't make a great story", that I will try my best to not use it as an opening line to grab your attention. Instead, what you are about to read is a long and sometimes monotonous recollection of stories that I have collected from my research of the notorious Fernando and his scheme to infect as many guys as he could with an mutated strain of HIV which, I am sorry to say, is incurable. If you came across this story in the hope of finding paragraphs after paragraphs of fluttery images on intimate sex, a married couple or a happily ever after, then I am also sorry to say that you have clicked on the wrong link. In which case, I would highly recommend that you quickly close this browser, open a fresh one in Google and type in "happily ever after gay stories" where you could blissfully indulge yourself in the hundreds of feel good story written by talented writers across the world. Fernando is best described as a man who lives a dangerous life of stealth gift-giving. The phrase "stealth gift-giving" here which means to "fuck a guy senseless and pass on an untreatable mutated strain of HIV without them knowing, killing them in the most horrific way possible" and has nothing to do with our old Santa Claws friend who secretly hides gifts for children under the Christmas tree. It helped greatly in his conquest to lure men into their own demise by hitting the gym everyday and had developed a body to die for - which you probably would if you get to met Fernando - with dark blue eyes as rich and deep as the fiercest thunderstorms in the Pacific Ocean. His curly blond locks was often hidden under a stained black cap which did a marvellous job at hiding his identity. It was early in the morning when Fernando started chatting with a new guy whose profile just popped up on his Grindr grid. "Sup?" Fernando typed, and waited impatiently for a reply. "Hey," replied the man on the other side. "How are you?" "I'm good mate. What is your name?" Fernando asked. A smile spread across his face as it always does when he knew that sex was on its way. "It's Jonas," Jonas replied. I will not bore you with the tedious conversation that went back and forth, which often does on dating apps such as this one, but after a considerable amount of time, Fernando finally popped in the question that moved the plot forward, "Look, I am all alone in my apartment at the moment." He reached down into his sweatpants and began rubbing his dick which instantly twitched and grew in size. "Do you want to come over for coffee?" The phrase, "coming over for coffee", as I'm sure you know, doesn't necessary imply that coffee would be served when you come over. Instead, there are most likely some other strings attached such as coffee and helping to clean the house or coffee and go out for some ice cream. Unfortunately for Jonas, Fernando's house was always kept clean and tidy and was lactose intolerant. In fact, Fernando doesn't even own a coffee machine so when he said "coming over for coffee", what he really meant was "Do you want to come over for some hot pump and dump?"And the only strings that was attached was a hook, line and sinker, in which, I am sad to say, Jonas easily fell for. The doorbell rang sharply fifteen minutes later and it echoed throughout the apartment. Fernando opened the door to see a shy young man standing outside with tight blue jeans that showed off his bulge nicely and a loose fitted sweater which covered, much to Fernando's disappointment, Jonas's muscular physique. "Hello," said Jonas softly. Fernando could tell that he was a bit nervous and pulled him straight into his lair. He locked the door quickly behind him and they both started making out immediately. They slowly made their way into the bedroom and without a word, Fernando gently undressed Jonas and pushed Jonas's head down in the direction of his cock, which was already fully erected under his sweatpants. Fernando reached down to finally pull his pants away to reveal a 7-inch juicy hard cock; his precum glistening in the morning light as it entered thought the window. Fernando laid down on his back and grabbed Jonas's head between his own two strong hands and skull fucked him, pushing his hips upwards to match Jonas's sucking rhyme. From the muffling sounds that Jonas was making, one could clearly tell that he was enjoying it. Fernando then yanked Jonas's slim body onto his and started making out while trying to reposition him so that his spit covered cock was aiming at Jonas' plucker. Just as the head was about to enter, Jonas grabbed Fernando's cock and pulled it aside. "Do you have a rubber?" Jonas asked, as disappointment painted her ugly colour all over Fernando's face. The term "rubber'' here refers to a "life saving device that separated Jonas from Fernando infecting him with an incurable disease" and not an eraser you find in your pencil case, although I always wish he was referring to the latter one so I could use it to somehow erase all traces of my distance memory living with Fernando when we were together. "Yeah, I have one in my small wooden drawer," Fernando replied bitterly, as he leaned down to grabbed one of his tampered condoms in his small wooden drawer. He ripped the packaging quickly as to hide the various pinhole he had made earlier to the package and rolled it on slowly over his dick to assure Jonas that there was nothing to worry about. It is usually dangerous to safety assume anything even if you are sure that something is true. For instance, you could be driving the same road to work and safety assume that the road conditions would be the same everyday. Then one day as you turn the corner, someone - probably during the night while everyone was asleep - had coated the road with a slick layer of oil and now your car is spinning wildly out of control, all because you assume that it was going to be the same road condition as yesterday. You could therefore see how assuming can actually be dangerous and, in some cases, even kill you. "I can safely assume that you have put on a condom," Jonas said, slowly sitting on Fernando's dick and swallowing it up inch by inch. "And that it is not dangerous if we fuck." An evil smile spread across Fernando's face. "And you could safety assume that the condom will be in place during the entire fuck session," Fernando said, knowing very well that assumptions are dangerous and, in some cases such as this one, could even kill you. Jonas wasn't listening as Fernando began to push his hips and cock deeper and deeper until it was balls deep. Jonas rolled his eyes back and began to ride the cock, occasionally slipping out words such as "fuck" and "ooohh" and phrases such as "fuck me harder" from time to time. I am sorry to say that during the fucking and the assumption that Jonas had made that he did not hear the condom popping while it was inside of him, only a different feeling of euphoria as the head of Fernado's cock made contact with the soft lining of Jonas's arse. I am also sorry to say that Jonas did not feel the head of Fernando's cock swelling up as he fucked Jonas from behind as he laid there on his stomach and I am especially sorry to say that Jonas did not feel the silent eruption of Fernando's cock and the huge load that was stealthily injected deep within his guts as Fernando fucked him brutally against the bedroom wall. Fernando pushed his cock as deep as he could to ensure that the load remained within Jonas where his babies could get to work converting him to one of his own kind. As both men recovered from the fucking session, Fernando expertly rolled off the condom with his hands and covered the tip of the condom - which was empty of course - with his palm to hide the fact that it had ripped during the fuck and quickly disposed of it, only letting Jonas see a small part of it to remind him that his assumption of using a condom was perfectly safe. Fernando gave Jonas his clothes and gestured him the way out without saying a word. He had succeeded once more in passing his genes and, sadly, there would be many more men who will fall prey to his traps in the many years to follow. It would have been several weeks later until I will have met Jonas at a friend's birthday party where he would share his intimate stories of the sex he had with Fernando. He never knew that he had been stealth that night it wasn't for the fact that he woke up the middle of the night with cum leaking between his legs, which he thought that it was so hot that he used it to jerk with all night long. He later confronted Fernando back at his apartment who admitted that the condom had indeed broke during the fucking session but fearing for Jonas's reaction, he decided to keep it a secret. "You already have my cum inside you once before," Fernando said as he rubbed his dick through his pants, "and I know you enjoyed it. Why don't you close your eyes and ride on this cock again?" "I don't think that is a good idea," Jonas protested. "I don't do this often," Fernando lied. "Beside, I just got tested and I am safe" which was the biggest lie of them all. It seemed to have done the trick though as in a matter of moments, Jonas was on top of Fernando's juicy cock once again, all bare this time. Fernando managed to pumped out two loads into Jonas's gut that day and what seemed like a few hours of pleasure later would turn into a lifetime of regrets. *** To my kind readers, I have manage to track down the whereabouts of Fernando but I fear that he is closing on my trails so I have relocated someplace in the country. Please look out for a red door, a mysterious hole in the wall and whatever you do, stay away from the bartender there if you wish to not be infected with the incurable strain of HIV. You will find more information in the manuscript INTO THE MAZE. It is only with your help that I could put Fernando behind bars and bring him to justice. With all due respect, Ganthian Raph

*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.

About a year ago I was on a road trip, running late for my destination, but had to stop to pee. It was evening, about 8:00, and already dark. Pulled into a large truck stop on I10 outside Beaumont, TX... it had a lounge for the truckers with a small bar and restaurant, showers, and other amenities, a real truckers' haven. I used the bathroom and on my way out when I saw what had to be the most beautiful truck stop whore ever. Young, at most early 20s, slender with a swimmer's muscley build. Pretty face, shaggy hair. He was wearing sneakers and a pair of athletic shorts... I couldn't tell if he had on underwear or not, but the shorts were obviously easy to slip on and off. He had on a loose tank top that did nothing to hide his hot body, and a small backpack hung over his shoulders. He was slouched up against the wall outside; we made eye contact briefly as I went back to my car. If had had the time and the money, I would have ripped that kid wide open. But no, I had to run, I couldn't even wait to see who picked him up. Have any of you guys used a truck stop whore? Or been one at any point? Do you have any pointers for where and how to seek them out? Any great stories about your experiences?

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.

It had only been a month since my last breeding, but the guys with whom I have had a couple of rounds were not available and my desire for cum has become a constant craving. There is something extremely thrilling and satisfying to be opened up by a man and feeling him unleash his desire inside me. It is so natural, primal and satisfying. With this ache in me I was determined to wade through the flakes and time wasters of the internet sites and find what I needed. The advertisement that caught my eye read "Masculine, dominant bi-total black top, discreet and looking 4 nasty submissive cum loving bottom, bottom must be height weight proportionate and love to service dic. Must be willing to suc cock to completion or take loads up your Cum living hole. I will be rough. Aggressive, no nonsense top who loves eating tight azz/pussy, fucking and droppinnut." I am a sucker for dominant black top guys. I am also aware I'm a typical white bottom in this context, and that for every BBC top there are droves of white bottoms from whom to choose, but hey, the first guy who bred me was a black guy with a cock so awesome he made me cum just by fucking me, so as far as I was concerned the die had been cast: even with the odds against me, I reached out to him offering up a willing, submissive, bi total bottom who would take his load wherever he wanted. And I waited. Waitied, and waited and waited. I could see he had read my response to his advertisement, but there was no reply. Part of me assumed he had chosen a different guy from what was undoubtedly a large number of better offers. It also occurred to me that perhaps I simply wasn't his type, but whatever the case, I was horny as hell and was going to fight like the third monkey on the ramp to the ark. I send another message describing how much I loved getting fucked and bred, selecting a passage I had posted on this site, and to which numerous guys had given me positive feedback, figuring I should use my strengths to get what I wanted. However, still there was no reply. So I added an element of convenience, providing him with my text number, letting him know I was mobile and already prepared. Still no response. I then sent him a message apologizing for sending so many messages, adding what I thought of as a 'throw away line', namely, that when I become obsessed with bbc like his, I find myself willing to do anything for a chance to pleasure it. Sighing deeply, I decided to move on and go about wanking off on bb porn and call it a night, assuming I wouldn't hear from him, only to have my phone ping me with the single word "Anything?" Gasping in shock, I absolutely lost my breath. It was him. "Yes," I replied, although I had the presence of mind to add "except blood, poop and drugs." "I understand," he replied, but then added "but prove it." "How?" I replied. "Show up at my door in 30 minutes and be prepared to do what you are told. If you don't you're a flake. If you say no I'll kick you out." I was there in 20 minutes, but waited until the 30th minute before I approached his door, all the while all too aware I had said I would do anything and I had no idea what that would mean to him. I was aware, however, that there was a definite thrill in giving oneself over to the desires of a dominant top man, in fact I find it a huge turn, but there is also a risk when one doesn't know the guy on the other side of the equation. Still, my internal worries didn't slow me: I rang his door bell exactly on time, all the while I was hard and aching, my shorts were damp with the pre-cum my cock was drooling. The door opened and a ruggedly handsome black man towered above my 5'9" frame. He said "Good you are not a flake, come in." I could see he was in his mid 40s, as was I. He had the semi athletic build of someone who was an athlete when younger but who, in middle life, had eased up on working out. He was still solid and fit but not magazine cover. Still, he was clearly physically powerful and I all but swooned. He led me into his living room where he gestured for me to take a seat. "So you are a cum loving pussy boy aren't you?" "Yes," I responded. "Answer me in full sentences," he snapped. I complied, immediately enjoying my core subordinate identity in this encounter. "Well, a lot of guys make that claim, but you need to prove it if you want my dick and cum, so start by stripping right now, right here." Immediately rising to my feet, I hastily removed my clothing, fumbling a bit with the buttons and hooks, especially as my hands were shaking in excitement. "Are you scared of what will happen or that you want get this cock?" he asked. I realized he had me pegged, it was both, I didn't want to get this far and fail him. The submission was happening, My desire was starting to tune into his demands, so I gave a full response to his question, which seemed to please him. He rose to his feet, stepped forward, and examined my body, ordering me to bend over and spread my cheeks for him. I complied. "Tell me how much your pussy wants my cock and cum," he demanded. Thinking quickly, I repetitiously recited this perverse mantra: "My pussy is yours. I want your cock in my hole. I want your cum in my body. I will do anything to please you. I am a cunt, a slut. My cock is nothing. Your cock is everything. I will do what you order." It was torture and heaven. I wanted to get to feeling his cock in me, I was hungry and getting crazed. I loved the sensation of when a top succeeds in getting under my skin. I heard his zipper and was thrilled! Finally! "On your knees," he ordered. I dropped to the floor on the spot, fighting my inclination to reach for his cock. He noticed my self control, and barked "Tell me how much you want my cock." I responded with a version of my earlier mantra, but he halted my proclamation, with his own: "You said your ass and your mouth were mine. Now I'm going to mark my territory. If you resist or don't exactly obey me, I will throw you out." As he made this declaration he stepped closer so his eight inch, thick, semi-erect cock was close to, but not quite within reach of my tongue. Briefly I though he would force me to deep-throat his cock, but instead he grunted "Don't touch my cock until I give you the okay." Gazing up at his face, I waited his pleasure. Locking eyes, and he ordered me to repeat my mantra. The anticipation was driving me nuts. My whole was being focused on his magnificent cock. I could feel his heat on my mouth, smell him and virtually see his cock growing as I spoke. I was transfixed. "If you want my cum you have to prove it take my piss first. Don't say a word. Just open your mouth and look up at me." FUCK! I hadn't thought of this possibility. I had never swallowed piss before and I hadn't thought about including it in my 'no go' list. This was a potential crisis, but I wanted him so much I was aching and oozing precum like crazy. I had never thought I would be commanded to swallow piss, but hesitation would result in expulsion, and I had come too far to accept that outcome. Gazing up at hi, I opened my mouth and waited. Within seconds his warm liquid filled my mouth. I almost gagged at the thought, but instead swallowed as if his piss was an elixir from heaven. A strange smile combining conquest and satisfaction crossed his face, which led me to remember I had accepted his challenge, and if this was what he wanted, I was not in a position to reject his demands. By now his cock was fully hard and his head pushed into my mouth as he relieved himself in me. I was surprised at how easy it was to do this. What I was not surprised at was how turned on I was by doing this. He finished and I instinctively tongued his cock to get the last drop. "Now that you have some of me in you that is a start, now you need to get rid of your cum, stroke you little cock for me, show me how much you loved being marked, tel me how much you want my cock. It was humiliating to stand there and stroke my cock when all I wanted as his. I repeated how much I wanted his cock, how much I crave his cum and how I swallowed his piss because I am a slut. He seemed to like this display. As I was stroking for him he said "as soon as you cum you get rid of your manhood, you will be a true pussy for me and the only way to be restored is to take my seed get on the bed on your hands and knees." I did and he put a towel under my cock. I kept stroking and I heard him take off his clothes. Tell me when you are about to get rid of your cum he commanded. I was nearing orgasm, usually I cum after I get fucked or better yet during! I knew I would clamp up and probably not be as open to getting fucked after I shot my load, but yet there I was about to drain myself in order to take another man's cum. I told him I was cumming and as I started to shoot his cock pressed into my hole his hands griped my waste and he plunged into me! Cumming and first penetration was intense! I screamed and nearly fainted. I would have fallen away but he had a grip in me and pulled myself and my ass back onto him. There was no build up, it was an assault on my ass, I was clamping down on him as he was forcing me open. I couldn't feel anything but where his cock and my ass met! This was me being fucked into submission. I was reduced to crying and moaning and breathing like I was giving birth. His cock was thick and throwing in me, I could hear the sound of the lube being whipped up into a froth and hthe unmistakeable feel of balls slapped against my as. I heard him moan and grunt and he gripped me tighter. I felt myself opening up, not just the outer part but that inner part that only happens after a whole or a shot of poppers, both opening up almost simultaneously was incredible! The pleasure hit me like a train! No build up just from zero to 11 in seconds. My whole body was alive, nerves tingling at my nipples, toes curling, my skin bristling and shuddered at his touch and what was even more incredible was how my ass/pussy was quivering! I couldn't match his thrusts but I didn't have too my hole was naturally taking him and matching him. I was so proud of how my body was naturally taking care of his cock! After we'd both worked up a sweat and we're breathing hard he slowed down his pace making me feel his full length. I moaned like a bitch and found myself saying how much I loved his cock in me. A different mantra. He pulled out and I whimpered, he flipped me over on my back and put my legs on his shoulders. We both moaned as he slid back into me. I want you to see me as I cum in you, he growled. His powerful arms pinned my shoulders into the bed as I opened up for him. He had complete control of my body, I couldn't go anywhere. I didn't want too I want to be there taking him. His trusts changed and I guessed he was close, I didn't want this to end but I really wanted to feel him cum. I wanted to know I had pleased him and I wanted his masculine seed in me. I needed it. I started telling him so. I want your cum, I need you to breed me I repeated. He didn't reply because he didn't need too. He kept at my with an aggressive pace. He built up to a fevered pitch, pounding away at me, crumpling my body under his weight. I took it and took it and loved it. He shouted look at me bitch and I did, our eyes met and he reared up in all his glory and pushed himself balls deep into me. His body shuddered as his cock spammed inside me, warmth spread through my tenderized hole and a differed pleasure washed over me, soaking into me and filling me from deep within. What started out scarey, humiliating and rough turned into a deep peaceful pleasure that radiated from his cock and his cum to my whole body. He pulled out and I tucked my legs to my chest and tilted my ass back so his load would not fall out of me. Stay here, he said, I wasn't going anywhere. He was gone about a half hour. In that time I relived the past events and I was happy. I still glowed from the experience and my cock grew again at the thought of what I dad done and the still fresh memory of the pleasure I was recently awash in. He came back in and I was still on my back and holding his cum in me. He sat on the bed next to me and told me I was a good. He asked how I was feeling and I told him how good I felt how turned on I was and how much I loved feeling him in me. I said I still wanted more and asked if I could suck his cock. He said I could. I rolled over and found his cock with my mouth an took him in me. I felt hi grow inside me and I was thrilled. I was happy to have him in me again and I lovely suckled on him. He moaned his pleasure and I shifted so I could deep throat him. Again pleasure throughout my body from taking his cock in me. He stood up and I kneeled on the bed and kept him in my mouth. He said "That is good, but I am going to help you out" and with that he pulled out of my mouth and started stroking. I kept my mouth on his cock, I know what he was helping me out with, another load, this time in my mouth for me to swallow. I got hard again and stealthily slid my hand to my cock. I used the pre cum as lube and stroked my cock as he did his. I could have cum immediately but I want do cum as he did. His breath got quicker, his body stiffened and he put his hand on my head. I heard him grunt and he pushed my head on him pushing his cock deep into my throat. I felt his cock jerk inside me and tasted his cum on my tongue. I came as he did so we matched. He pulled out and I swallowed. I laughed and rolled over on the bed, spent, filled and satisfied. "Proof enough?" "Yeah," he replied, adding "you'll get more of my cock. Oh, and by the way, feel free to use the shower" he offhandedly commented as he left the room. I took him up on his offer, and after I had cleaned myself, dressed and went home, feeling completely proud of myself. I hope to return.

Hey sexy, hope you've been pozzing up lots of guys lately. Love to see a new pic of that toxic cock and hole

Just finished a minute ago. Any surprise he is a black guy? This small framed, medium height black guy (5'6") hit me up on a4a about a week ago, asking me to fuck him. I didn't hear much from him after the first day, so I thought he was a flake. This morning, I get a message, "You free right now?" Hell yes, for tight black ass I am always free! I told him yes and my address, and hopped in the shower. The God's were on my side today, as I have the house all to myself today. We didn't talk status or stds; for the record I'm negative for common STDs. He texted me, "Here" ... and I open the door to a fine black guy; a bit on the hood side but that ass. I told him we're fucking in the living room. He then stripped naked, and I did too. We made out for a few minutes, with me fingering his ass and he stroking my dick. Then I threw him on the couch, face down, and dove into that ass with my face. Damn, so tasty and TIGHT af; did this for like 3 minutes. I then had him very in his knees and ordered him to suck my dick like a good bitch. Damn he definitely knows how to suck ... almost made me cum! After a few minutes of this, I had him get on his back, hold his legs to his chest ... and mercilessly slammed my entire dick in his ass. No lube, not even spit. I got so hard and horny hearing him whimper, wince, and moan. He was taking it like a good, obedient cum slut should. I alternated between fucking that fine ass, and rimming for a good hour. I had him begging for my load but I decided to make him wait even longer. Told him he'd need to bust a load in my mouth first. Haha the struggle he had to stay hard and bust from oral was hot. I did this so he'd be even tighter. Once he did that, I used some of his cum to lube my dick, and I resumed my assault. I had him doggie, and wrapped an arm around his neck and choked him. Bit him, and smacked his ass with my other hand. I lasted another 5 minutes or so, being as rough and dominant as I could. Let me add, he is into race play so I chose my time to say something until I was about to bust. Told him, "Look at this. A good (word) gonna take my load. What do (word) want? What do they need?" He said, "Your load. We need cum, sir" and damn it, that set me off the edge. I plunged in his ass, flooded his hole, and then made him suck me clean. Dunno why I'm starting to get into domination. Or topping.

Went to a bb sex party on Sunday with the intent of just topping some bottoms since I took a Rhino 7 an hour before the party. Upon arriving and stripping down, I walked around watching all the action going on all around me, a thick cock top started fingering my hole. (checked out his profile on bbrt later on, and his status said ask me) He played with my hole for a few minutes until there was enough space on the bed after a few bottoms got up and bent me over. At first, wasn't feeling up to bottoming but as soon as his raw cock entered and I sniffed some poppers, I stayed there while he went to town hardcore on my ass. He fucked me for a good 5 to 10 minutes before blowing a massive load inside. Got up and walked around for a bit to watch other guys get fucked until a young cute latino with an extremely thick cock decided he wanted some of my ass as well. His cock wasn't super long, but it was extremely thick. He fucked me for a good 20 minutes before depositing his load in me as well. By then, a lot of the guys started to leave, ended up blowing my load after stroking a few times while the 2 large loads drip out of me. Didn't bother asking whether any of the guys status since its a bb sex party. Both loads are probably questionable. Guess I'll see in a few weeks whether or not I got knocked up.

i wish those bathhouses were still open. both are closed now. totally sucks! Very fucking hot story...

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!!

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8. Jon "Finally," Cal said, as I followed him into the bedroom. Even though I had just given Seth another load of cum, my cock was already starting to grow in my sweat pants. The food had helped me, and certainly the weed did not hurt either. "Finally?" I asked. "Getting jealous of Seth?" "Yeah," he said. At the foot of the bed, he turned to me, and pulled me close. At 6'3", he towered over me, and I had to stand on my tip-toes just to kiss him. As I did so, he pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free, and exposing his ass. He quickly followed by doing the same to me. My dick was now standing almost straight up, anticipating another chance to get inside a man. "Did you get any on your trip?" I asked. The height difference between Cal and I occasionally made sex tricky. However, it all disappeared when he was on his back. I pushed him onto the bed, and he fell backwards, legs spread. It was hard to imagine a clearer invitation for me to fuck him than that. I jumped on the bed, landing right between his legs. "Not enough," Cal said. "Do you ever get enough?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. I had seen Cal emerge from 12 hours of non-stop fucking still hungry for more. "Never," he said. "You know that. Now, enough talking. I want that poz daddy cock in me." I smiled. JP and Seth hadn't yet joined us, so we didn't have to censor ourselves. "Sucking off a random business guy was barely enough." "That all you found in Phoenix?" I asked. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the bed table and poured a thick bead down the length of my cock. Despite his talents getting fucked, he still needed some lube and unlike Seth, he hadn't gotten any loads yet today. "Yeah. Too busy with work." I pressed my cockhead against his hole. I had been fucking Cal for years now, but each time seemed like a new adventure. "Go for it," Cal said, smiling. "Fuck me." I wanted to kiss him, but Cal's long, gymnast torso meant I had to do something with my dick first. I pushed into him, sliding in smoothly to the inner hole. There was the slightest resistance from Cal, before he once more allowed me inside of his body. "Fuck yeah," I grunted, feeling the warmth and wetness of Cal's ass envelope my dick. As I slid into him, my head travelled up the length of his torso, finally resting eye to eye with the young man. "Fuck yeah," Cal said, before kissing me hard. "Fuck me with that thick poz daddy cock." "Yeah, boy?" I asked him. "You need a re-charge?" "Please Daddy. Fuck me raw. Fill me with your seed," Cal said. He had a devilish grin. He knew how much I liked to breed him, and particularly how much I liked to re-charge him. "Recharge your boy. I need it." Cal was always anxious to get any fresh virus I might have collected. "Of course, my boy. Gonna give it to you. Let it take root in your body." I leaned in and kissed the young man. Despite this being my third round, my cock was already hard as a rock. It helped that I didn't have to censor my dark imagination; Cal had been an active participant in many of my evil plans. Unfortunately, our chance at openness and transparency was short-lived; JP and Seth walked in together. I turned just long enough to see that they were both naked and at least JP was already erect. "Damn," Cal said. "He's gonna get another load." "A potent load, I think," I said. JP and the young man settled on the couch, and I could hear soft whispers as the two men began to have sex. It was hard to make out the individual words, but years of living with JP made it clear just how much he was enjoying the chance to inseminate Seth. "They seem to be having fun. At least as much as we are." "I like Seth," Cal said. "He's good for us." "Definitely. He's certainly caught JP's attention." I pushed my dick deeper into my boy's hole. I had done it so many times it was now almost second nature, but it lost nothing in the repetition. "Are you going to give him another load tonight?" "At least one," Cal said. "That hole." He had a dreamy look on his face, remembering how it felt to be inside the boy. "So young," he continued. "So clean." "So pure," Cal answered. We didn't need to say much more. We were both thinking about how we could cum inside of Seth and how the four loads already swimming in Seth were anything but clean and pure. "I got my labs back," Cal said. "And?" I asked. I pushed my dick deeper into Cal. Cal had stopped his meds a few months ago. He had found some boy he wanted to infect, and his undetectable status made it that much harder to reach their goal. He hadn't yet started them again. "700K," he said. "Nice. It'll be a great gift for Seth. You and JP won't be the only one tomorrow." "Oh?" Cal asked. "Who else is joining us?" Before I could answer, Cal gave me a kiss and clenched his ass around my dick. "Some old friends," I said. "Sean. Vic. Max. Dennis. Among others." "Fuck," Cal said. "Boy's not going to stand a chance." "I know," I said. "Only one thing would make this better," Cal said. "Yes, my boy?" I asked. I knew what his answer was going to be, but I went through the motions anyway. "Wish I was up in the clouds. You fucking me. Pumping me full of that hot poz dad cum." I looked around quickly, but JP and Seth were in their own world, with Seth riding JP's hard cock. Even if they could hear us, they were not paying attention. "Patience, boy," I said. "Always so eager to be my toxic tweaker boy, huh?" "You got me hooked." "As I remember, you came pretty much addicted to cock and cum. I just had to introduce you to some of the other pleasures of life." "That you did." We fucked for a few moments, before Cal spoke again. "Are we going to party with Seth?" Cal was trying to be nonchalant about it, but I could hear the need in his voice. It was not just Seth that needed a party weekend, with all the attendant debauches. "Don't worry boy," I said. "Stopped by Jesse's yesterday and got some supplies. And besides, Sean and Vic are coming tomorrow." "Nice. What about tonight?" "Think you can wait a few hours?" "I'll try," he said. "That's my boy," I said. On the couch behind us, JP and Seth were now deep into fucking. It was how I had hoped the evening would play out: men, having sex with other men and sharing their fluids. It seemed like my dick had spent more time inside of a man this evening than outside; I hoped I still had some cum to give for tomorrow. "You think Seth will be down to party?" "Does it matter?" I kissed Cal again. I hadn't really told him anything about the plans JP and I had made, nor the special delivery I had gotten a few days earlier. "He's barebacking. Partying is just the next step. Besides. JP and I have a special plan for him. And I need your help" "Oh?" Cal asked. "What do you have planned?" "I got a bunch of sugar pills that look exactly like Truvada." My dick stiffened at the thought. It was the ultimate in stealth, to take what was protecting the boy, and subvert it. Years ago, the stack of condoms on our bed table had a few small pinpricks in them. It wasn't enough to be seen, but it was more than enough to do damage. Today, it was even less obvious, even harder to trace. "And?" "All I need you to do is distract him later tonight as I put some fakes in his pill bottle." Cal grabbed me, and pulled me close to him. "You are an evil, evil man." He moved his hands down to my ass, and pulled me deeper in his body. "So fucking hot. I can't wait to watch." He smiled, kissed me, then continued. "But I've got my own plan." "Yes, boy?" "Every time Seth mentions taking drugs, I'm gonna distract him." His cock was also now erect, and I knew exactly how he was going to distract Seth. "Get him in the habit of missing doses." "And you say I am dark and evil?" I asked. "You have become the master." "Only because my teacher was the best in the world." "You know just what to say," I said. "Not that it took a lot to convince you to go raw." "Or to get pozzed up," Cal replied. "I think I rather volunteered myself." "You did," I said. He had e-mailed me, wanting to get fucked. I tried to remember how it had been Seth. I think I had made the first move. But I had not gotten anywhere as near as with Seth so far as I had on the first day with Cal. Of course, now there was PrEP, and barebacking was almost safe. Except when you barebacked with the wrong men. "Any regrets?" "Only that I didn't do it earlier." "That's my poz boy." I slammed my dick in him. There were so many that I had infected over the years, but Cal was the special one for me. There had been something about the way we fit together from the very beginning. Later, we had discovered how we enabled each other’s darkest and most twisted fantasies. "Never gets old fucking you." "Never gets old getting fucked by you," he said. I kissed him. It turned into a long, slow exploration of each other’s mouths, as I continued to fuck the boy. "Love feeling your cock drip inside me," he said, as my cock turned into a leaky faucet of pre-cum. "Dripping that hot poz cum into me," he whispered into my ear. "Fuck," I grunted. "You're getting me close boy." "You still taking meds?" Cal asked me. "Yeah," I said, almost embarrassed. In the heat of the raw fucking, taking the anti-viral drugs seemed almost emasculating. I was denying these young men the very thing their further growth depended on. I was denying myself an essential part of my power, leaving myself less of a man for it. I looked back at JP, on the couch behind me. Seth was lowering himself onto my husband's erect dick. JP had done his blood work two weeks earlier, and his results were even worse than Cal's. He had fewer T-cells and a far higher viral load. He had told me he was thinking about re-starting drugs, just to avoid becoming full-blown quite yet. In the meantime, however, Seth was taking a full front assault with heavy artillery, and unawares, enjoying every second of it. "Seth deserves better than that," he said. "Hell. I deserve better than that. It's been too long since I've had your cum at full strength." "I know," I said. I was jealous of my two men, having one less responsibility in their lives. I was the only one of our small, intimate clan that still had the nightly rituals of pill-taking. Instead, far too often, Cal or JP would take a hit or two from the glass pipe, and head out into the night. Both of them had been regaling me with their stories of guiltless, careless, med-less but drug-laden full-on mansex. "For me?" Cal asked. In the moment, it would be hard to deny him anything he asked for. His hole was tight around my bare cock, and I was feeling generous with all my gifts. "Don't take your pills tonight. "Let Seth get everything that he desires. That he deserves." "Hell YES," I grunted, pounding my cock deeper into Cal's hole. "For you. Tonight. Of course." As I thought about it, it made perfect sense. I had been thinking about taking a break from the powerful medications that held the virus in check, but also did unknown things to my body. I needed a chance to recover. Of course, no longer held in check by the chemicals, my viral load would soon be near Cal and JP's. With Seth needing every load he could get, and me wanting every load to be infected, me having a high viral load seemed like a good idea. "Thank you," Cal said. "Seth is worth it, don't you think." "For sure." My cock was throbbing. I was getting so turned on by the idea of becoming a powerful, diseased man again. It had been so long since I had been able to experience the sheer power of having the virus slowly spread across my body and get distilled by my balls into the toxic fluid that was pozcum. "I want to cum in you," I said. "Fill you with my seed." "I want that as well," Cal said. "I always want your seed." He pulled me in close. "I want your poz seed even more. None of this undetectable stuff. Full strength poz man seed." "Fuck," I grunted. My cock was leaking now, and I didn't know how long I would be able to hold off. "I don't want to cum quite yet," I said. "I want to enjoy this." "You're the boss. Cum when you want. Shoot where you want." "Like I would ever pull out of you," I said. We were silent for a bit and listened to the sounds of my cock pushing into Cal and JP's dick entering Seth. We didn't have to say anything more. Both Cal and I were in agreement about the next steps that needed to be taken. Jean-Paul would agree as well, and what Seth didn't know, well, that would hurt him in the short term. But in the long-term, he would be a better man for it. "Fucking love fucking you." "I wish I were high right now," Cal said. "I wish you dick was coated in crystal powder and you were fucking to get me high." "I know what you like," I said. "Did you get some favors?" Cal asked. "Of course," I said. "More than enough to keep all of us up in the clouds this entire weekend." "That's what I want," Cal said. His cock was hard thinking about it. Over the years, the three of us had partied a lot and it had led to some amazing experiences. This weekend was shaping up to be one of the one we would remember for a very long time. The only risk was that Seth and I had never talked about partying before. It was neither good nor bad; it had just never come up. PrEP had given Seth new courage to explore his desires, and I hoped that would extend to the cloudy, intense world of partying. "Besides, I'm sure Seth is still a light-weight." "I'm not going to make bets. He's been taking raw dick like an experienced pro." "True," Cal said. "I wonder if he's tried it out before tonight?" "Barebacking? Or getting fucked?" I asked. "I know he's gotten fucked before. But I really think this is his first time getting it raw." "All those cocks he made wrap up," Cal said. "All those loads he didn't take," I said. "He's not going to make that mistake anymore." "No. He's not. And he's going to be a better man for it." I pushed my cock deep into Cal. It felt good to be inside of him; my cock was as hard as it ever was and I was dripping pre-cum into my boy. It was moments like this where I felt the most masculine and powerful. But it was tempered by the love I felt for Cal and the need to make him just as happy as he made me. "You're a better man for it." "I am. And I'll be an even better man when you cum in me." "Fucking hungry boy," I said. But my cock twitched and more of my pre-cum dripped into Cal. I wanted to give him my load, but it seemed too early to do it. There was so much more pleasure to be had from fucking him. Unlike me, JP wasn't waiting any longer than he had to. Even from the bed, I could hear the two men talking as their love-making rapidly approached climax. "I want to cum in you again," JP said. "Fill you up with my load." Cal smiled at me. "Seth's gonna get it," he said. "Get a fucking big daddy-load of cum." "Poz cum," I mouthed. I didn't want to scare Seth by saying it out loud, but the young man had another surprise for us. "Do it," Seth moaned, loud enough for all of us to hear. "Fill me with your poz load." "Damn," Cal said, as his ass clenched around my shaft. "Cum in me," Seth continued, giving JP explicit permission to breed his innocent young boy hole. "FUCK," JP grunted. I had heard that noise hundred, maybe thousands of times before. It was the noise of my lover cumming, and he was cumming inside of Seth. "It's hot," Cal said. I had slowed down my thrusts, listening to the noises of the other two men enjoying their masculinity and passion. It was a heady mixture of lustful grunts from JP, soft begging from Seth, and the two men kissing in between. "Seth getting another poz load up there. Is JP still off his meds?" "Yeah," I said. "His numbers are worse than yours." "Fuck man. Seth won't know what hit him." "I think he'll know. And I think he'll learn to love it." From the couch, the grunts and moans had slowed down, and it was now soft kisses between the two men. "Thank you," Seth said. "Thank you for your load." There was a silence, and I thought I heard Seth continue. "Your poz load." My dick twitched. I loved the idea of Seth descending from strait-laced, uptight preppy boy to passionate barebacker to full-blown bugchaser. I wondered if his transformation was real, or if it was just his reaction to the passion and heat of the moment. But before I could wonder any longer, my cock decided it had other plans. Almost involuntarily, my hips returned to their slow rhythm of fucking, and my dick slid in and out of Cal's sweet hole. I looked behind me at Seth and JP. The young man was still sitting on JP's cock and the two men were kissing each other deeply. "Thank you," I heard Seth say again. "My pleasure," JP said, before he kissed Seth again. Assured once more that the two men were enjoying themselves, I turned my attention back to Cal and his hungry boy-hole. "Come on," Cal said. "Seth got two loads from you. Give me one too? Please?" There was the familiar need in his voice; Cal seemed almost addicted to cock and jizz, and even a few days without it would begin an agonizing withdrawal. "Breed me," he grunted. "Of course, boy," I said. My cock was dripping pre-cum into him. It helped, but only semen would satiate Cal. "I know how you need cum." "He's a hungry boy," JP said. I looked to my side, and the two men were standing, watching Cal and I fuck. It was both slightly intrusive, like they were seeing something that needed to be private, but also a huge turn on, that they were seeing something that needed wider exposure. "Give him your load." "Fucking hot," Seth said. He was stroking his cock, still thick and hard between his legs. He had not yet had a chance to get off, and it was clearly the only thing he was thinking about. "Come on," I said. "Join us." I motioned for the two of them to get on the bed. Seth practically jumped up, and was soon kneeling next to me. I wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close to me. We kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. JP was a little slower, but was soon on the bed as well and kneeling next to Cal's head. "You want this?" he asked Cal. Cal nodded, and opened his mouth. JP pushed his dick into Cal, who immediately went to work cleaning off my lover's cock. "Whoa," Seth said, watching the shaft that had just been pounding his ass slide into Cal's mouth. "Fuck." "Yeah?" I whispered into the boy's ear. "Never seen ass to mouth before?" "Just in pornos. He's fucking licking it up." "It's all cum," JP said. "My cum. Jon's cum. Cal's cum. All from up in your hole." "My hole," Seth said, once more reminded just how much he had gotten fucked in the past few hours, and how much cum he had taken. "You've been fucking barebacking my hole." "Yeah," I said. Seth was still staring at Cal licking JP's cock. "You like that?" I asked him. "Fucking intense. Knowing that dick was up my hole just a few minutes ago. And Cal's licking it clean. Fucking sucking on it." "Seems like there's a lot of new things for you tonight," I said. "You enjoying this so far?" I asked. "I am. Fucking hot men," he said, running his hands over my chest and down my stomach. "Fucking hard cocks," he said, as his hand found the base of my cock, right where it entered Cal's body. "Fucking hot sperm," he said, wiping off a bead of pre-cum from the tip of Cal's dick. "Fucking hot," he concluded, before licking his fingers clean. "This is what mansex is all about. Ignoring society. Ignoring what we're supposed to do. Focusing only on what makes us feel good." "I know," Seth said. His body was pressing against mine. His muscles radiated strength and warmth. I wanted to get back inside of him and pound his hole into submission. But there was plenty of time for that this weekend. For now, I needed to focus on my boy, Cal, and his need for more semen. "You going to cum in him?" Seth asked. "Why? You want it?" "Well, yeah. But I think Cal deserves a load tonight." "You bet your ass I deserve a load," Cal said, laughing. "Give it to him," JP said. "The boy needs a recharge. And you need to give it to him." "Almost there," I said. I didn't have to let my mind wander much to find a suitable fantasy. What I wanted was unfolding right in front of me. I was surrounded by three hot men. Two of them I shared a life with and carried their virus in my blood. The third was new, and I was getting to infect him with that same virus. "Fucking wanna cum in that hot hole of yours." "Give it to me," Cal said. "Breed me again. Re-charge me with your sperm." With Seth right there, it was hard to be as open as Cal and I might have wanted about the exchange of fluids and the deadly virus that we carried. "Give me your load." "He needs it," Seth said. Seth's hunger had been only briefly satiated, and he was going to need another load in him very soon, perhaps even before I was done with Cal. "Come here," Cal motioned to Seth. The young man leaned down, his lips locking around JP's cock, directly opposite from Cal's. "You taste your ass on it?" Cal asked. "Yeah," Seth said. "It's hot." "Fucking hot," Cal said. "Fuck boys," I said. No fantasy I could spin would be nearly as hot as watching Seth find his inner pig. I wondered if he'd even try to keep up with PrEP by the end of the weekend, or give in entirely to his depravity. "You're going to get me off." "Give it to me," Cal said. "Cum in me." JP was staring at me, smiling. "Breed him," he said. "Fucking breed our boy." "Breed our boy," I murmured, as I stopped trying to hold back. I slammed my hips forward, forcing my dick right into Cal's anus. I paused for a moment, then pushed a bit harder, sliding a bit deeper into Cal's body. My balls pulled up close and tight, preparing their payload for delivery. "Breed him," JP repeated. "Breed our boy," I whispered. My hips were pushing me deeper into Cal. I was no longer controlling my actions; the only thing that mattered was my dick, and it was driving everything my body did. My brain was just along for the ride. "Breed our boy," I grunted, as I could barely hold back any longer. "Breed me," Cal begged. "Fucking give me your load." Seth had gotten back to his knees, and was watching the three of us intently, almost like he was taking notes on how a threesome had sex. I hoped that seeing us would push him to think about what he deeply, truly wanted. He wanted to bareback, and he was afraid of AIDS. But, that had been the starting point for the many boys I had infected over the years. Seth was unlikely to be any different. "You're going to cum in him, aren't you?" Seth asked me. All I could do was nod. Every other part of my body was preparing for my impending orgasm. "Breed our boy," I said one last time. Given the buildup, I had expected the orgasm to be a loud, explosive event. But instead, it was a quiet, almost intimate affair. My balls clenched, my cock twitched, and a spurt of cum landed deep in Cal's hole. "Breeding my boy," I repeated. The subtle changes were completely subconscious, done in the heat of the moment. My dick twitched again, and more cum landed in Cal's ass. "Fuck yeah," Cal moaned. "Give me your load. Fill me the fuck up."

Whoring out my boy (bareben) 24/7 all Easter weekend through Monday. Hang out, a bit bring beer or dump and go. No one refused and kinky and poz very welcome. wickr direct: dad4pozboys. Rochester NY

As Roger was leaving, the next guy stepped up to the sling. He had about a 6 inch cock, on the thick side. He was older and didn’t really say much. He pushed his cock in and started fucking. He fucked at a good, easy pace for quite a while, and then started picking up his speed. He finally slammed his cock all the way in and left it there, shooting his load. “UNGH!” He hadn’t cum in a while so he shot his poz jizz for almost a minute. As he pulled out and moved away, the next guy immediately stepped up and shoved his long thin cock in. He obviously needed to cum bad because he only fucked for a few minutes before he shoved in and held still, obviously cumming. The next guy had a little more personality to him. He was definitely more verbal. He came up to Alex in the sling and said, “You want this poz load?”. “Mmmmmm, you know it,” Alex replied. “Let me have that poz cock and your cum!” The top rubbed his thick, mushroom up and down Alex’s wide open cunt, getting the head coated with the cum that was leaking out of him. “Here it comes.” The new guy had a 7-8 inch cock with about average thickness. He got the head in with no problem and started fucking in and out, slowly going all the way in and then back out. “Fuck man, your ass feels awesome with all those loads in it. I’m going to enjoy adding another to it!” He settled in for a nice, easy fuck and didn’t seem in any hurry to cum. Alex laid there enjoying his latest poz fuck. Daddy Max stayed pretty much beside Alex the whole time he was in the sling, enjoying the scene, but also being protective to make sure no one took advantage. So far, the only one who had even appeared menacing had been a friend. And besides, he knew deep down, Roger was a teddy bear. A fucking hot, toxic teddy bear, but still. He mostly watched what was going on with Alex, staying semi hard from all the hot action, but occasionally scanning the room and the crowd outside the room. He noticed a big Hispanic bearish guy who was a few guys back in line who was kinda hot. He had an air about him, though, that made Max decided to keep an eye on him. He definitely looked like a tough guy, which added to his hotness, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t get too rough with his boy. He stopped and smiled at that thought. He was already thinking of Alex as his boy. They were definitely going to have to spend some time together and soon. He turned his attention back to the line and saw that the latest guy was still in Alex’s ass. He was amazed at the amount of sex he’d had tonight. Maybe he’d finally found someone who could keep up with his sexual appetite. The top fucking Alex had finally started picking up speed and was definitely getting close. “Man you’ve got a great ass,” he said. “I’ve really enjoyed this fuck. I can’t hold back much longer, though.” “Let me have it, stud! Give me your poz cum,” Alex replied. All the verbal poz talk had Alex’s cock rock hard again and he couldn’t resist playing with it. The top started fucking even faster, “Take my poz load, man, here it cums!” He slammed his cock all the way in and held it there, unloading inside him. “FUCK YEAH!!! TAKE MY POISON!!!” It didn’t take long for Alex to reach another orgasm, although other than some precum, his balls were dry. His ass still spasmed around the thick cock inside him, which made the top’s orgasm even that much more intense. He pulled out and did what guys had rarely done that night, leaned in and kissed Alex, “Thanks stud, that was a great fuck!” Daddy Max got his info before he left the room. Including his friend Roger, there were 4 guys from that night that they potentially to play with again. Max figured that was either 16 or 17 fucks Alex had gotten that night. There were 2 more guys and the Hispanic guy left in the room, so when the guy who’d just fucked him left, he went ahead and closed the door again. He would see how Alex felt after this group. He hadn’t indicated it, but his used cunt had to be getting worn out. The next guy to step up to the sling did something no one else had done that night. He knelt down and started licking Alex’s gaping asshole. He stuck his tongue in as far as he could and started sucking some of the cum that had been deposited there. Alex started moaning, “FUCK that feels good!” He continued eating him out for several moments, then stood back up and lubed up his cock. He put his uncut cock up to the used hole and slid it all the way in, starting fucking him. The guy was Asian and had a decent sized cock, but no hair. Max noticed he had a biohazard tat around his left nipple. He kept fucking Alex for some time, occasionally pulling all the way out and shoving back in. Pretty soon, he started fucking harder. “Gonna breed you, slut,” he said. “Gonna help poz your cunt.” “Fuck yeah, let me have it. I want it. Fucking gimme that poz DNA.” Alex replied. The Asian guy slammed his cock home one last time and started shooting his jizz. “UUUNNNGGGHHH!” When he finally pulled out, he again bent down and licked Alex’s used cunt, getting a little of the cum he’d just shot in him. He grabbed his towel and let himself out of the room. The next to the last guy stepped up to the sling. He was an adorable blond muscle cub. He had blond fur all over him and a nice thick 7 inch cut cock. He had a wicked biohazard tat between his shoulder blades. He put his cock head up to the puffy ass lips and slipped it in to the now loose hole. “I’m gonna breed you good, cumdump. I’ve watched guy after guy breed and seed you and I’ve been anxiously waiting my turn.” “Well don’t keep me waiting,” Alex replied, “Let me have that hot poz cock of yours.” The cute blond continued pushing in until he was balls deep in his juicy, cum filled hole. “GOD your hole is hot!” “Thanks stud, your cock feels amazing and you’re pretty hot yourself!” Alex countered. Max touched his shoulder with a quizzical look and Alex nodded. He would get this hottie’s info before he left. The blond cub started fucking the used cunt, muttering to himself as he plunged in and out. “Gonna poz this hole. I want to shoot deep inside you and infect you. My load is going to be dripping out of your hot cunt.” All the hot poz talk, plus the fact that the cub was such a stud, had Alex playing with his cock again. There wasn’t even much precum coming out of it this time. He started tightening up his hole on the cock fucking him, trying to make him feel good. “Oh yeah, that’s turning me on. Squeeze my poz cock.” The top reached down and started playing with Alex’s nipples making him moan, “OOOOOOOOH YEAH!” Alex spit on his cock to help with his jacking off and Daddy Max helped by pouring some lube on his cock. He knew he was going to be shooting blanks after the night he’d had, but he could feel his orgasm building. The stud had started picking up his speed, so Alex started jacking faster, determined to get there first. His hand was a blur on the lubed cock and he could feel it starting. “UNGH!!!” he yelled and even though it was a dry orgasm, he knew his asshole would be clamping down on the hot cock inside him. The hot stud felt the velvety ass he was fucking get really tight on his cock as Alex had his orgasm and couldn’t hold back any longer. He rammed it home one last time and bellowed, “TAKE MY FUCKING CUM!” as he shot over and over inside Alex. It was obviously intense for him as he had to hold on to the chains of the sling. Max went over to him and put an arm around him to support him should he need it. “You ok there stud?” he asked. “Goddamn that’s one fine ass your boy’s got,” he replied. Max looked at Alex with pride, “Yes, it is, isn’t it.” He helped the blond stud over to the bunk to sit down for a minute and to get his contact info. That left the big, rough looking Hispanic guy coming up to the sling. He had taken off his towel a while ago, but Alex had been so focused on whoever was fucking him that he hadn’t paid too much attention to anyone else in line. The guy was very muscled up and had tattoos all over. He had a skull tat over each pec and a very ornate biohazard tat between them. He had a little bit of hair on his chest and stomach and his legs and ass were pretty hairy. And he had an enormous cock. It had to be 10 inches long and as big around as his wrist. He was uncut and had a very large PA. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna love this,” he said in a low voice. “Even with as many cocks as you’ve had inside you, you’re gonna feel this one.” Alex wasn’t paying much attention to anything other than his daddy getting the blond stud’s phone# and showing him out the door. He didn’t notice his last top bringing his right hand up to Alex’s loose cunt, but he did feel it when he shoved 4 fingers in his hole and started scratching with his nails. “HEY, OW! GODDAMN!!!” Alex cried out, feeling the blunt insertion of most of the guy’s hand, not to mention it feeling like he was trying to tear his asshole from the inside out. That caused Max to turn back around from the door to see what happened. “What the hell’s going on?” Max asked. Before Alex could say anything, the top said, “Didn’t mean to be too rough with him. As you can see, I’ve got a huge cock and I just wanted to make sure he was stretched out enough. And since the whole point of this is to make sure he gets pozzed, I scratched him up a little.” He smiled at Max. Even though Alex had just met Max that night, he could tell he was pissed. But he decided to diffuse the situation and get this over with. As much as he was sort of glad his daddy had closed the door because he was getting tired and sore, he did want this one last fuck. This would be the biggest cock he’d had all night and he was definitely poz from his tattoo. “It’s ok, Daddy Max. It just surprised me is all,” he said. Max gave the top a look that said he was not going to put up with any more bullshit then looked at Alex and said, “Ok boy, if you’re sure.” He looked back at the top as he took his place next to his boy and said, “As you can tell, he’s more than stretched out enough for you.” The top pulled his fingers, now coated with bloody cum, out of Alex’s hole and slicked his cock up. He never stopped smiling as he licked his fingers clean. He put the PA up to his puffy, gaping pussy lips and pushed a couple of inches in. Even after all the cock he’d had that night, it was still a tight fit. He pushed the 2 inches in and out a few times, grabbed the chains of the sling, and said, “Get ready, going in.” He slammed all 10 inches in and started fucking hard. “UNGH!!!” Alex said through gritted teeth, but put his hand on his daddy’s arm. It definitely hurt, but wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. As obvious as it was that this bruiser liked to hurt people, he was grateful he’d had all the cocks he had tonight before this one fucked him. He could only imagine what he would do to someone without all that prep. Then a strange thing happened. Alex got hard. He got rock hard, not only from the pain this asshole was causing him, but at the thought of what he could have done to him. As the guy kept rape fucking him, he found his hand on his cock, stroking it hard. It was insane that he was this turned on as much as it was insane that he was jacking off. His last orgasm had been completely dry, but he couldn’t stop himself. Daddy Max was watching the whole scene, making sure nothing else got out of hand, and noticed his boy’s excitement and his activity. He made a mental note for later and poured some lube on his boy’s cock to help him out. Alex looked at him and mouthed “Thank you Daddy” as he worked his cock. The Hispanic ruffian kept fucking his hole hard, slamming all 10 inches all the way in and bringing them out til just the head and the PA were still in before slamming them home again. Even though this guy wasn’t screaming like he was used to, he was still enjoying fucking him. It was obvious it was hurting him a little, but he was getting off on it, which turned him on even more. If the chaperone hadn’t been there, he would have been twisting his nipples by now, trying to go as extreme as he could. But he would be satisfied with unloading in his bloody cunt. He’d only been able to dig his nails in once, but he’d jabbed them pretty hard and he knew his PA would be working those areas. This was definitely a tame fuck for him, but what could you expect in a bathhouse with so many guys around. He really was a twisted fuck, he thought. He focused on thinking about some of his other encounters that went more his way as he started fucking even harder. Alex’s hand was a blur as he worked his cock. Max poured a little more lube on it for him. The pain in his ass made him so turned on, even though he wasn’t going to shoot any jizz, he wanted to cum bad. He could feel it building up and he knew he was going to orgasm soon. If he’d had any cum left, it would most likely have shot over his head after this. The top was still slamming him hard, stirring up all the cum that was in him, getting ready to add his own toxic contribution. He could feel himself tensing up, getting ready for his orgasm. Then it started. Not only did his cock start to jerk, shooting blanks, but he felt it in his asshole, too. He was having an anal orgasm. He’d heard about those from other guys, but he’d never had one himself. “OH MOTHERFUCK GODDAMN!” he yelled out as his body started convulsing. His asshole clamped down on the big man’s huge cock like a steel trap. He’d been close to cumming, but that pushed him over the edge. He slammed his huge cock in one last time and flooded the already full asshole. “AARRGGHH YEAH, TAKE MY FUCKING POISON!!!” Alex could feel himself getting fuller from all the cum the man was shooting. And as big as his cock was, it had nowhere to go but further in. His anal orgasm left him weak, but completely satisfied. The big man finally finished shooting and yanked his huge cock out of the used hole, inflicting one last bit of pain. Alex flinched, but didn’t say anything. He was too exhausted. Daddy Max had already picked the guy’s towel up, handed it to him, and showed him to the door, pretty much pushing him out and locking it. Once again, he helped Alex out of the sling and over to the bunk. He had a smile on his tired face as he lay there. Max stroked his hair with a smile on his face as well. “Looks like I’ve got myself a brand new boy,” he said. “You ok with that?” “Oh yes Daddy Max, I’m more then ok with that. I love it!” Alex replied. Max smiled from ear to ear. “You rest for a bit and when you’re up to it, we’ll go get cleaned up and check out, and then we can head to my place for the night.” “Sounds perfect,” Alex said. To be continued in a separate story……….

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

As Jerry leaves the room I look at Nick and see this young boy laying on his stomach with a freshly fuck hole and pink cum coming out. I have been lock in chastity since Jerry took me off my meds 3 months ago when he planned to kidnap Nick. Jerry converted me 6 years ago when he took me in as his boy and in that time I have been his partner in this business. Nick is so good looking with just me here now and I know Jerry has the cameras on and is watching to see what I will do. I roll Nick over on his back and I can see he is starting to crash from Miss Tina, I pick up a syringe look in his eyes and Nick smiles back to me as I find a vain and inject it in , when I undo the strap he is gasping for breath as this is a heavy shot. I can’t help my self and start to kiss Nick and he is responding back with a lot on passion , as I try to control my self I’m not going to just fuck him but make man on man love to him and he is still a virgin in so many ways. I find his nipples are wired to his dick and spend time bitting , licking and sucking them. I tell him to do the same to me and to be careful with my nipple rings. Nick is a fast learner and my dick is rock hard but I want to get him going wild begging for me to fuck his hole. I push him down to my dick and direct Nick on how to suck a dick with a 4 gauge Prince Albert and tell Nick he will have one very soon. I don’t to put a load in Nick mouth as that is a waist of good toxic cum, it should be in his boy hole. I push Nick away and work on his Tina dick but he is kinda of hard and it does not me long for him to shoot a load into my mouth. I have never seen someone on this much Tina to be able to stay this hard and still shoot a big load. I keep Nick load in my mouth and crawl up his body till we are face to face and kiss Nick and give back his negative load. I look in Nick face and say you want me to fuck you and he says YES. I tell Nick I’m POZ and he says I don’t care I just want to make man on man love to me. I turn him over on his stomach put Nick on all 4s and put my face in his hole. Jerry did a fine job but Nicks hole is back to being tight , I get my tongue in and boy this is so pretty and do all I can and Nick is moaning in pleasure now , so its time as I’m like a rock. The PA I’m working up and down his crack and as I start to push in I can Nick hole is opening up for me. Once I’m all the way in I just to do shorts slow strokes and Nick is really enjoying it, not like when Jerry just rape his hole. I ask Nick that when I cum does he want my POZ cum in his hole and become a POZ cum dump YES is all I hear. The door opens and it’s Jerry with a hand held camera as He wants to get all the close ups on Nick hole and my dick working his hole.Nick is oblivious to Jerry as he is begging for me to fuck faster and faster and I know the PA is doing its job of tearing the inside of Nicks hole up so my toxic cum gets into Nick blood stream. When I cum I burry my body to his so my cum goes in as deep as it can and I just stay their till my dick is no longer pulsing out my toxic cum. When I pull Nick turn over and says thank you as I bring my dick to his mouth so he can clean it and he does it so willing as he looks up to me , when he is finish I kiss him and we cuddle for a wile and then we fuck again and again, Then Jerry break into the room.

I've used these for ages, both before being poz and afterwards. They are really very accurate if used as directed. They do best with a pinprick of blood (99% accuracy) but will also do OK with just saliva (91%). These days I buy them so I can stealth poz. Some guys just won't bareback without proof, and these test kits are gold for getting around that. I know how to fake swabbing my mouth, so it'll always show negative... and the other guy will then happily have bareback with me and receive a poz load I also use them in repeat encounters so I can tell when I've been successful in pozzing them. It also gives me an opportunity to be there when they find out they're HIV+ which is always a turnon for me. Some of them are SO upset. You then have the option of testing yourself, showing a poz result, and making them feel that THEY infected YOU... thus avoiding repercussions from the person you pozzed So the kits work. But they're only reliable if you use them as directed.

last year You know how people love to gossip and talk shit about other people? I took a psychology class in college and have talked to a few therapists, but I still don't know why we like to repeat negative information about fellow human beings. What desire does it satisfy? Not that I'm innocent; I not only repeat nasty rumors, but also eagerly listen to them. That's how I found out about Randy. Guys at the little tavern I stopped at after work were the most chattering, gossiping bunch of hens you'd ever want to meet. I knew most of them by name after a few months of going there. I was still inexperienced with actual gay sex, but I don't think I came across that way. When I told my friend my friend Joseph that I was a virgin, he didn't believe me at first. I play it cool. After he realized I wasn't lying, he took it upon myself to point out all the men I should stay away from. "He'll rob you blind". "That one has a partner and they both cheat". "He has HIV". Huh? It was 2016 and the disease was very manageable with medication, right? Plus -- I knew how to use a condom if the occasion finally ever arose for me. One evening I got a little too drunk and found myself in a circle of young guys who were dishing about everybody they knew. That's when Randy's name was first mentioned. Apparently he was a guy that once frequented this place but had disappeared from the scene about a year ago. A few guys were sure that he was dying in some hospice and others said he was haunting the one bathhouse. For whatever reason, I wanted to know more. He was known to be HIV+ and didn't have the ability to treat it with even the newest medications. Not only that, but he was supposedly still active sexually. Just not here. I felt my boner rise. As I waited for more information about this guy, a few hot businessmen walked in and all their attention was diverted. They were pretty tasty-looking, but Randy was all I could think about. I finally managed to drag Joseph aside for a few minutes and interrogate him about this infamous man. "Do you know Randy?" "Sort of. He lives in my building and I see him every other week or so. Why?" "I want to meet him. Or see him at least. Where does he hang out?" "Oh no! You heard about the 'super strain' he's got in his balls and now you're wanting to have sex with him! Are you crazy? No. I know what you are: a 'bug chaser'." I should have protested and reassured him that I was just curious, but I just stood in silence. "Well, I'll miss you if that counts for anything. I knew a few guys like you and they're all gone now. Tell you what -- go home and sleep it off and if you're still intent on this, I'll text you his email address tomorrow". Deal. I found my way back to my apartment and slept off and on until dawn. Once the sun was up, I rolled out of bed and called in sick to work. I went back to try and sleep. but just couldn't. Ever notice how you can't force yourself to be tired? It was late in the morning and still no text from Joseph. I should have guessed this. He's not the most reliable guy in the world and has a tendency to bullshit. Then a little "ding" went off and then another. Not a text -- that was the sound I gave to incoming emails. They weren't from Joseph. They were from HIM. Hi. Joe told me a little bit about you and assured me you were cute and cool. I'm 44. Is that too old? LOL My heart was jumping all over my chest. I seldom smoke anymore, but found an old pack and fished one out. There were two more emails from him. OK. Me again. Sorry I forgot my number. It's --- -----. Hope to hear from you soon. The last email was just a photo of him. He looked very normal. He kind of looked like one of those divorced dads I's see on weekends at the grocery store. Medium weight and somewhat shaggy blonde/brown hair that was just a few weeks past 'clean cut'. He needed a shave too. I loved the pic because it wasn't a posed selfie. It was just an honest, candid shot that somebody else must have taken. I was nearly in love at that point. I made myself do some laundry and the dishes and some general tidying up before I called him just at 1:12 pm. "Hello?" "Hi. Is this Randy?" "Yes! Is this Joseph's friend, Tim?" "It is. Got your emails and pic... thanks!" "Sorry. That's the only photo of me I had saved. I had some more 'interesting' ones on my old phone but it died. Maybe we can take some new ones later." Wow. This was moving fast. "I took the day off and was wondering what you were up to". "I am supposed to go feed a friend's dogs, but not until later. Wanna go do something?" "Sure. Like a movie?" " No. Definitely not a movie. You can't talk n a movie, and there's not much out there I'd want to see anyway." "Well YOU decide then". "I'll come pick you up and we'll go find something to do. Just give me your address and I'll be there in thirty minutes." I was dizzy now and had to sit down, but I gave him my address and we said our goodbyes. I rushed to change clothes. I was going to go casual because he struck me as the ultra-relaxed sort. I should have taken longer because it had only been five minutes since I'd hung up the phone. Waiting waiting waiting. Dear Lord. I wasn't religious, but felt the need to pray for some reason. And then there was a knock on my door.I opened it and there he stood -- looking exactly like his photograph. He was a tad taller than me -- wearing a simple t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops. He didn't look sick or too thin or give any sign of being "viral". He sized me up a little and then smiled brightly. "Let's go!" he said. I followed and don't even remember if I locked the door behind me. We drove away on that beautiful late-Spring day and sat in silence. "Let's go to Rose Park and take a walk," he suggested. It was called Rose park because it was full of regularly-tended rose bushes, but they wouldn't bloom until later in the Summer. "Sounds good", was all I said. I should be talking more. I should also stop glancing down at his legs. They were mostly hairless but well-formed. Nothing about him suggested bad health. For such a perfect day, there almost no other visitors at the park. It's not the weekend, I reminded myself. We strolled down a path past the pond, the fountains and the not-blooming rose garden. Once were deeper into the park's wilder area, he started talking. "Joseph is a character isn't he? He didn't tell me much about you". I guess this my cue to give him some details about my life, but he wanted to move the conversation forward again. "I'm sure you know all about me, though. Right?" I wondered how in the world I was still walking and breathing. I was dizzy and stumbled a bit over a rock or an acorn or something. He reached over and took my left hand to steady me. "Thanks. I'm fine. It's okay". But he still kept holding my hand. "I heard a little. Just bar talk". "Well -- I'll tell you everything. I'm HIV positive and have multi-resistant strains. I guess it's all mixed to become one, but I don't know enough about stuff to officially classify it. I just know I hate doctors and I hate taking pills and I absolutely hate the big pharmacies that are pushing these little chances of life when you know damn good and well the cure is within their reach. Fuck 'em". I could tell he was getting worked-up because his grip on my hand tightened and he was sweating. At that moment I realized my hands were only a few skin layers away from his mega-toxic veins and bloodstream. Plus his sweat was probably tainted as well. I should be talking more, but I didn't feel entitled to right now. We were under some overgrown willows and the shade was almost cool. I wanted to say something. Anything. "How do you feel?" was all I could come up with. "Powerful", was his simple, calm response. "Good", I said because I was really glad he felt that way. Randy led me off the path and further into the forest of willows and untended grass. He turned around to face me. "I lied", he said out of the blue. "About..?" "Joseph told me all about you. I saw your Facebook and your Instagram. I know more than you think I do. He also told me your goal was to get THIS inside you", he said, grabbing his crotch with the hand that wasn't holding mine. "Why? Wha...What did he say?" "Sshh. Sshh. We'll do this and you'll have a good story to tell at the pub. Watch me get naked and work yourself up. We're alone here". Sure enough -- he pulled down his shorts (no underwear), kicked off his flips, and yanked off his shirt. He was perfect in a way. So very normal. His dick was average-sized but super hard. I briefly looked at his scrotum because I knew that's where the super strain was cooking. Maybe he noticed my glance. Maybe not. I could barely get my shorts and undies down because my dick was so uncontrollably hard. I barely got my loafers off before he engulfed me in a bear hug. It felt nice and I would have been happy if it all ended now. "Work on this dick, little chaser boy". I knew he meant for me to blow him because that was close to a line I'd heard in porn videos. I knelt and had the head of his super weapon on my tongue. Way closer to the bug than my hand had ever been. It wasn't too bad at all. I didn't choke or gag like I'd always suspected I would if this ever happened. This was going well I thought as he started bucking his hips and mumbling non-words. "STOP!", he commanded, "I'm about to cum". Then he turned around and offered his spread ass cheeks to me. This is what I never imagined doing. But I planted my face right in there and then let my tongue take over. He sure loved that. I was starting to like it too, but he stopped me again. Randy grabbed his discarded shirt and made a little mat for me to lie down on. "Get down there now". I was on my back and looking up at him as he jerked his dick. "You don't even want me to pretend I'm putting on a condom, do you?" he asked. I shook my head and he fell on top of me. "Fuck Yeah" was all he said before pushing his crotch down onto mine and grinding. I would have been happy if it all ended now. My brain was in the clouds somewhere when I felt a knife-like pain in my ass. I almost yelled but his mouth was over mine. His tongue was a fat worm rolling around all over my teeth and gums. Our first kiss was not all that romantic. And then he was inside of me completely. The most toxic guy in the city (possibly the state) was fucking me. Raw. "Why?", I asked for whatever reason. Maybe because it felt a little bit like a rape. Of course it wasn't. I'd pursued this and participated fully in everything leading up to it. "What do you mean 'why'?", he asked as his breathing grew heavier. I said nothing. "I have all the power and you have none. You can't escape the consequences at this point....speaking of...." He was thrusting uncontrollably now, He had cum. Deep in me. He kissed me one more time and then rolled off, exhausted. We were both on our backs, looking up at the swaying willow branches and the dying afternoon sun. Dying. What now? He drove me back to my place in almost complete silence. I thought we'd say 'goodnite' at that point, but Randy escorted me up to my door and then invited himself in. We spent the night in my bed, arms wrapped around each other. He was in my life now...as was his virus I supposed. OK. It was somewhat early and we hadn't eaten dinner, but fatigue won over and we slept deeply.

... next time see if he'll give you chem piss ... you'll not regret it!

I love to keep all of the cum inside of me until it's absorbed too -- but it's hot when you've had enough loads that you cannot keep it all in and a friend helps out by felching your arse and then deeply kissing you with the mix of cum, arse juice and saliva.

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.

As an ugly fat top, I appreciate all of you!

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.

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire James was busy at work. He was working on a case and was doing 80 hour weeks. His hookups were limited to guys in the Loop. Most of them were out of towners at hotels. That was fine with James. He didn't want everyone in town knowing he was getting fucked bareback. Some of these guys were 20s/30s/hot 40s who James would've checked out at the bars. Others were guys with really big cocks. James got so horny at times that he had to have the cock, no matter who it was attached to. He'd been working like this for months. He needed a night out. Mike's birthday was the perfect occasion. James left work at 8, went home to shower, change, douche, and meet up with the guys. He met up with them just after they finished dinner. He apologized to Mike for being late (work....yadda, yadda). To James surprise, Dustin was at dinner. He didn't think they knew each other that well. What James didn't know is that Mike and Dustin had begun to see each other. Later that evening at the bar, Mike was telling the story of Dustin fucking him for the first time and how great it felt when Dustin's cock exploded. James looked horrified. Dustin and Mike looked at James and each other. Another guy asked what was wrong, James said; "That's gross. I can't believe you let him fuck you without a condom the first time you fucked." James walked away. He was pissed at Mike for being so stupid and unsafe. He kept telling himself that over and over. He also knew how jealous he was because he needed a big cock in his ass. He was looking forward to Dustin exploding inside him that night. Whatever, Mike's funeral. James left the bar. He grabbed a cab and went to his place. He hopped on Grindr and 10 minutes after he was home the doorman called saying his friend was here. "Friend, " whatever thought James. James unlocked the door and went to the bedroom to put on a jock strap. When the guy showed up he was not what James expected, he was Middle Eastern, kinda fat, greasy hair. James was standing there only in his blue jockstrap and thinking, "I can't do this." The guy must've sensed something because he opened his pants and took out a massive cock. James weakened. He walked over to the guy, got on his knees and starting sucking his cock. It grew in his mouth. It was bigger than Juan's cock and it tasted sour. Still James sucked the cock. He wanted it. Ten minutes later, the hairy, fat, older, unattractive man was on his back on James bed. James was lubing his cock and about to lower himself on the man. The man said, "Do you want to use a condom?" James said, "No." The man smiled. James lowered himself onto the man's cock and fucked himself on it for about 5-6 minutes until the man said, "I'm going to cum." James said, "I want it in me." The man unloaded in James. The man left. James rode two other guy's cocks that night. He purposefully sat down on each of them raw while facing a mirror so he could watch the cock disappear inside him. He took both those men's loads too. James woke up around 11, went for a run to the gym and then worked out. He was ignoring his email because he planned to checking it once he went into the office. It was a Saturday, so he was going to work only part of the day. James went home, showered, changed into some casual work clothes and headed to the office. On the way, he opened his personal email and texts. His phone had blown up. People had sent him links and were expressing surprise and calling him a whore. James opened the link and put in his headphones. It was a pornhub link. It opened with him at Dustin's apartment being spitroasted by Dustin and one of his friends. The video lasted over 40 minutes. You could make out, on high volume, James saying, "Fuck me raw." "Cum in my ass." and "Breed me!" The most clear shot was of James when he was being fucked up against the bookcase by a dude whose name he didn't remember. The guy said, "You like getting fucked bareback slut?" James saw himself say, "Yes please cum in me." James was dumbfounded. His life was ruined. His reputation was ruined. WTF? Why would Dustin do this? Then he read the title, "Safe Sex Jock Boy Taking Raw Cocks" He knew Mike had done this. James was so mad, hurt and ashamed.

Nothing's hotter than seeing a cock pumping while cumming deep inside in my opinion ?

To me, I'd much rather see the aftermath in the form of cum dripping out of a hole. I know that studios want the viewer to actually see the cum when it's being shot, but I find watching the top while cumming is all the proof I need that it's real. The involuntary twitches, groans and facial gestures are difficult to fake and combined with a top balls deep in the bottom when that's going on is in my opinion the real money shot! I shoot more loads to watching guys breed the bottom than any pull out and push back in porn.

I'm always taking anonymous loads in the dark at the sex clubs. I love spreading my ass open for any cocks who want to fuck and fill me. Don't care who they are or what they look like as long as they are pumping my ass full of cum.

Mine has never set off a walk through metal detector at either airports or other security installations. I've used the walk through backscatter screening machines as well and never been selected for additional screening. It really isn't an issue. I don't bring it up when I approach the gate. I've planned on taking the approach of addressing my PA if it were to become an issue. Thus far, it hasn't become one and, as such, has never become a topic of concern for the TSA.

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Part Two The following Thursday I called the number they had given me from a pay phone on the way home from school. I couldn't have a long distance call showing up on my grandparents phone bill. I got right through to Alex and told him that I would be there tomorrow night. "Great! Sort of figured you would find a way to get here". He then gave me their address and told me to be there by 7. The next night I arrived with fifteen minutes to spare. Rocky let me in. "We have a surprise for ya. Tonight you get to meet our dad." I looked at him in a funny way, since Alex and Rocky don't look a thing alike, " Why do I want to meet your folks?" Rocky looked at me and started to laugh, "He's not our real dad, but we do share the same DNA." I just looked at him sort of puzzled and figured I must have missed something when I was sleeping through 10th grade biology class. A few minutes later Alex arrived and announced that we had better get showered or we were gonna be late. Both Alex and Rocky showered together, then Rocky came for me as Alex again hung the enema bag. "Better be good and clean for tonight lil bro, Dad can put you through some paces." With that, they left and I got ready. We arrived at Dad's house exactly at 8. It was the same house they had taken me to the week previous. It being much earlier, a young guy, not much older than myself answered the door. Something didn't seem exactly right about him I noted mentally, but being polite I went in with Rocky and Alex. We were escorted to Dad's office. "Boys, you did well" bellowed a beefy fortyish daddy type from his chair behind the largest desk I'd ever seen. "Boys, ya'll go downstairs and get everything ready while the boy and I have a talk." Rocky and Alex left the room, as did the funny looking assistant. I was now all alone with a guy who I literally wanted to worship, but he was all business. He shuffled some papers around, and startled me when he knew my name, "Cheyenne, I see you have done fairly well in school, you come from a decent, yet religiously misguided family, is that correct?" Startled, I just nodded. "I know you have better manners than that, boy. You come from a good family in Alabama. You will address me as Sir." "Yessir" I replied. " I have had you investigated over the past week to see if you might be a suitable match for our family here. It does seem that you would be a good match." "What do you mean by your family, Sir?" "Well, I help out deserving young guys such as yourself in exchange for a few minor things, such as sex and some occasional low level drug dealing at the bars." " I don't want to become a whore or a drug dealer, Sir." "It's not exactly like you think, you would basically service myself, some select friends, and so far as the dealing goes, I have so many connections with the DA's office you will never be arrested." Still nervous about it, he told me about how well his family has done. Dad is the president of the largest bank in Georgia and has business connections in every field. He told me that right now he had 4 boys currently in college and that they lived in two pairs here in the city. "If you accept, you will probably live with Rocky and Alex, although I will have to get a bigger apartment for the three of you. But there's no pressure. You have until at least June to make a decision. If you accept I can promise you that you'll graduate and get whatever job you want." "I have a total of twenty boys in my family, with four in college and the other sixteen in excellent positions around the city, one is even starting to have boys of his own." With that, the conversation ended and the funny looking guy reappeared and escorted me downstairs to where Rocky and Alex were. "Lil bro, you're gonna have the night of your life tonight, so get ready. Jump in the shower and use the attachment to clean out again,band then put these on" handing me a jock strap. I did as I was told, and when I came out of the bathroom I followed the voices. The hallway opened up to a room that had stuff that I couldn't even describe. In the middle hung two slings (I learned what they were really fast). Rocky and Alex were talking to Dad --about me and what they had observed when we had watched porn the weekend before. They could tell I was nervous, so Alex grabbed that familiar glass pipe again and told me to take a few hits. Just as I did I saw four syringes produced. Rocky looked at me with an evil grin, "Buddy, if you like the smoke, you're gonna love a slam. Now get in the chair." Now I was truly nervous. A tourniquet was wrapped around my left biceps and Dad grabbed a syringe with a black mark on it. "I think he'll like a full quarter for the first time, boys." With that I felt a pinch, looked down and could see red in the barrel and then holy fucking shit.... More to come...

Duke was padding round the apartment looking at himself in the mirrors at every opportunity making me laugh “hey chill out you look good!”, Duke flexed his pecs raising his eyebrows in a quite sinister way “you think he’ll like me?”, I had to smirk “like he has a choice”, Duke broke out into a wide grin “true, hey time to go” My boy walked into the living room and I had to smile as I rubbed my crotch my boy was looking hot as fuck especially with the Mohawk haircut I had given him earlier, not that he had been too keen on it at the time, in fact I’d had to show him what happens when a boy fucks off his Dad and you could see from the way he was walking that the good hiding I’d given had been effective. The kid shuffled his feet and bit his lip “I’m really very sorry Daddy”, I shrugged my shoulders “I know you are boy, but who knows best?” he bowed his head “you do Daddy”, I smile and gave him a kiss on the forehead “that’s right boy, and don’t you forget it”. The kid looked uncomfortable sitting all the way to the airport and to me that was just fine because he has to learn after all. Ryan was indeed as cute as a button, a very short little red haired muscle boy who looked in awe at Dukes bulk as the big black man draped his arm over his shoulder leading him to the van, he looked quizzically at Bobby “who are these guys?”, Duke grinned showing off his gold teeth his voice like rich smooth chocolate “we’re Bobby’s new best friends chicky, and yours too now”. Turns out Ryan was not quite as naïve as Bobby was, though that was not so hard to imagine really and ‘ginger’ was soon chatting eagerly in the back swigging a bottle of beer as Duke flirted with him shamelessly, I heard a giggle “I’ve done it once and always wanted try it again” I looked in the rear view mirror to see Duke lighting the pipe and blowing clouds then holding it out to ginger egging the boy on low and smooth who took it and sucked on it blowing out clouds like a seasoned pro. By the time we got back the apartment Duke had partially ravaged ginger, the boy only had his flip flops and cargo shorts still on his lips a little red from the copious amount of kissing Duke had been doing to the lad, I had to admit his body was very good not as bulky as bobby’s more lean and sculpted. Once in the apartment I grinned as Bobby and Ryan shared the pipe giggling and making out with each other between blowing clouds as Duke and I watched them with sheer lustful gazes. I pulled bobby away, ripping his vest top off before giving him a deep kiss as I undid the kids shorts, they fell to the floor as I twisted Bobby round squeezing and feeling his tits, cock and balls, ginger just whispered “wow” and looked on agog wide eyed with morbid fascination as his friend was molested by a big hairy brute easily old enough to be his dad or even grandfather. Duke moved in on ginger, the new boy hardly flinched as Duke started to rub the lads tented shorts “you like that chicky? Like watching Bobby boy being touched like that?” I watched over Bobby’s shoulder as I continued to feel him up as ginger nodded gasping “fuck yeah”, Duke fed ginger kid the pipe again before pulling the boy up mirroring our positions, Duke put his mouth close to Ryan’s ear as his slipped his hands round gently massaging gingers ample pecs “you want to be felt up like that don’t ya boy?”, redhead gurgled and nodded his eyes never leaving the sight of Bobby loving being felt up by me as Duke slid his hands down Ryan’s naval undid the button on Ryan’s shorts and pushed them down until they slipped and fell to his ankles, I had to grin as Duke grabbed the boys balls squeezing them hard as he stuck his tongue in the nippers ear “bobby is a little bitch fuck boy now chicky and your going to be one too!” Ryan’s eyes widened but he did not react in any other way to that comment except to groan and gasp as Duke slapped him on his bubble butt hard grinning and sneering “follow me boy”, ginger gulped but slowly stepped out of his shorts and followed Duke like a little puppy dog.

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