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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.

Ok. So after fantasizing for a few years, hanging out in POZ chat rooms and backing out of dozens of appointments, I was finally ready to take the plunge. I wanted to get bred. I had found a guy on BBRT who looked at my profile a lot, and he was just the type of Daddy I went for—hot, handsome, mid-forties, hairy, kind of a bear, but still pretty fit. We hit it off right away because I was the kind of guy he liked too. At twenty-three years old I’m five foot eight and about one forty-five with hazel eyes and kind of a scruffy beard when I don’t shave. Some guys might call me a cub, but I have a pretty average build, and aside from hairy legs and a nice trail, I’m not that furry. He said that he liked my profile and that we shared some common interests, although most of the things I had listed were things that I was interested in, but had never actually done. We met on the site for cyber-sex a couple times a week, partly because we were too far apart to just hook-up, and partly because we were that into each other. He was so hot, and such a great cyber-fuck, I decided I wanted him to be the one to breed me and told him so. He asked if I was sure and I said, “As sure as I’ve ever been.” With that he asked me a lot of questions about what I’d done, and what my fantasies were, and after exchanging a few emails, he said he’d love to help me. He wired me money for a bus ticket (I had said I didn’t want to fly since it was drive of only a few hours) and said he would pick me up at the station. I caught the bus on Friday afternoon, and planned to spend the weekend in a motel with him and a friend of his from BBRT. I had checked out his profile too, and he was another hot Daddy. I took a long hot shower (where I jacked off twice) before I left, but didn’t pack any extra clothes because I planned on spending the weekend naked. I did bring a small bag with a couple kinds of lube, a pair of handcuffs, and a bottle of poppers. I hoped the other passengers thought it was just my lunch. When the bus pulled into the station and I walked into the lobby, Mark was there waiting with a warm smile and a nod, and he looked even hotter in person. He threw his arm over my shoulder and ushered me out to the car. I asked if his friend had backed out, but he said that Kevin was going to meet us at the motel. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him, and actually started blowing him in the car on the way to the room. His cock seemed even bigger than in the pics he’d sent me, but had the same tight, pointed head that made it easier to swallow. The motel wasn’t that far from the bus station, so we arrived before I could get him off, but he just said that we would have plenty of time for that this weekend. When we got to the room, it was empty, and Mark took out his phone to call Kevin. I set my bag on the night stand, then kicked off my shoes and sat on the edge of the bed. After a brief phone call, Mark explained that Kevin was on his way, but was caught in traffic. Then he pulled his shirt off, exposing his broad, hairy Daddy-chest with pierced left nipple and said, “I don’t think he’d mind if we started without him.” I stood up as he approached the bed and kissed him while reaching to open his belt. He slipped his tongue through my lips and kissed me deep as his hands roamed from my shoulders to my ass and into my shorts where his fingers found my hole. He was like an octopus! His hands were everywhere as he undressed me. When he finally came up for air and we pulled apart he whipped my t-shirt off over my head and I was standing there naked except for my socks. He grinned as he opened his pants and they dropped down around his ankles. I beat them to the floor as I dropped to my knees and resumed the blowjob I’d started in the car. He braced himself on my shoulders and stepped out of his jeans. I tugged his balls and slowly bobbed my head as I heard him unpacking the contents of my bag. “Oh, ho…” he said, as I heard the handcuffs jingling. Then I heard him set the bottles of lube on the nightstand, and felt his hands kneading my ass. Then I felt one slick finger poking at my tight hole. I moaned a little and pushed back against him. He worked his finger in up to the second knuckle and worked it around a little until I loosened up. “I can’t wait any more, kid.” He said. “I gotta get my cock in this ass.” “Then let’s not wait.” I said with a grin, and got up on the bed. I sprawled on my back and pulled my knees up a little, spreading wide and winked my hole at him. He grabbed some lube and got on his knees on the bed, murmuring “Yeah, boy,” as he lubed his cock, “just like the pics in your profile.” He knelt there for a few seconds, grinning down at me and jacking his cock. Then he moved between my legs and bent down to kiss me. He hooked his arms behind my knees and lifted my ass up a bit more as I felt his sleek and dripping cockhead poking at my hole. He started kissing my neck and whispered, “You ready, boy? I’m goin’ in bare. No rubber. No pulling out.” I moaned as he slipped his tongue in my ear. “Yeah…Yeah daddy. Fuck me!” He started to push, and worked his cock into me in one long stroke, the pointed head and tapered flange of his cock doing its job and facilitating his penetration. He didn’t stop until his balls were mashed against my ass. I must have been grinning from ear to ear, because I heard him chuckle as he pulled back a little and started a slow easy fuck. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw him grinning down at me as he slowly pumped my ass. Then he reached over to the nightstand for the handcuffs and dangled them over me. “Did you bring the key for these?” “It must be in the bag.” I reached over for it and found it in the bottom. He took it from me, dropped it into the nightstand drawer, and I held my wrists up so he could handcuff me to the headboard. As he cuffed me, he checked his watch and wondered what was taking Kevin so long. I said it didn’t matter, since he’d have me all weekend. He wrapped his arms around me and flexed his cock inside me as he ground it in deep. “So when’s the last time you were in a group?” He kept fucking me slowly as we talked, and I could tell he was holding back from the beads of sweat on his forehead. “Never,” I replied. “But your profile said you like groups.” “I’ve only done a few three-ways,” I said, adding “but I’d love to try a four-way.” “Or more-way?” he asked, as I felt his cock twitch. “Kevin and I get a group together a couple times a month. It’s been longer than usual for us, so you’re a welcome relief.” He punctuated his sentence with intermittent kisses on my neck and ears and collarbone, and I could tell he was struggling between getting off and making this last as long as possible. He started picking up the pace, and he had the perfect angle to poke my prostate with every thrust. I could feel my cock drooling pre-cum on my stomach. My cock was so hard it hurt, but I couldn’t reach it to jack off. Then I heard a key-card in the lock and the sounds of the traffic outside as the door opened. The door was in the wall that the headboard was against, so I turned my head to look, and saw Kevin step into the room wearing flip flops, sweatpants and a tank top—clothing that he began to shed as soon as he stepped over the threshold. He was as hot as the pics in his profile, but what really made my cock jump were the other guys who followed him in. The last one locked the door and said, “Looks like this is the place.” Mark was propped up on his elbows as he turned to the door. “Hey, guys. Strip down, I’m almost done.” I can only imagine my expression as I looked up at him and said, “What the hell?” He grinned down at me and said, “I was listening, you know, when you told me about your fantasies and what you wanted to do and try.” His pace continued to quicken. “So I got some of the guys together to load you up good.” My balls started to draw up and my legs began to quiver. I looked around the room and saw seven hot daddy bears, plus Kevin and Mark, all naked now and passing around a bottle of lube as they stroked their cocks. “I made sure they’re all POZ loads too, boy. But I get to be first…!” Then he jammed his cock in to the balls and I couldn’t help but cry out. He stayed in me deep as I felt him begin to tremble. He groaned through gritted teeth, and I felt his cock twitch and pulse as he pumped me full of his toxic load. Feeling his cockhead expand started my own orgasm, and my first blast hit me under the chin, accompanied by cheers and hoots from the others. When his balls were empty, he collapsed on top of me, smearing my load between us. “They all know the rules, kid," he said, “Nothing that isn’t in your profile.” With that he pulled out with a plop and got up just as Kevin was getting onto the bed. As Kevin moved into position in between my legs he grinned and said, “Hey kid,” and sank his cock into my slick and well-opened hole. I grunted and moaned and wrapped my legs around him. “Damn, you’re just as hot as I thought you’d be!” Then he grabbed the headboard and started to get up a good rhythm. I heard a couple of the others cheering him on and urging him to fuck my 'College-boy' ass. Then Mark sat on the side of the bed and I felt his hand roaming across my chest and abs. Another guy sat on the other side of the bed and started to stroke my recovering cock. It was still sensitive, and every time he touched the head, my whole body would jerk. “You just relax and let us use you, boy.” He said, as he pinched one of my nipples. “We’ll make sure you go back home POZ.” I felt my cock jump as he said that, and it squirted more pre-cum into the hand that was stroking it. I looked around the room at the hot, hairy, naked men all standing around and stroking their cocks—their POZ cocks—and waiting their turn in me. And I knew that THEY knew that they WOULD all get a turn. They would get as many turns as they wanted, actually, with me handcuffed like I was. I couldn’t stop any of them if I had wanted to. I tugged at the handcuffs unconsciously and glanced at Mark. He leaned over to kiss me and winked. “You’ll get to check a few more things off your ‘want to try’ list after this weekend, kid.” I looked up at Kevin, grinning and sweating as he humped and pumped over me. Then I looked around the room again as I realized that several of my fantasies were finally going to come true all at once. Then Mark looked to the others and said, “No names either, guys. Let’s just keep it anonymous.” I thought back to the profile I had written almost two years ago, and tried to remember all the things I’d listed before I really knew what I wanted. There were only a few things that I’d actually done. The rest was just a wish list. I remembered listing 'anonymous sex' with the other things that sounded hot, but that I never thought I’d really do. I looked around the room again at all the naked men—men who I’d never met, and would probably never meet again, but who I was ready to spread for and give up my hole for them to each get off in. They were all grinning back at me, and the lube on their cocks made sucking sounds as they stroked them. An involuntary grin crept across my face. “Yeah guys,” I said. “I’m your cum-dump for the weekend. Just use me.” To be continued…

1992 I was in my early 20's and new to the city. I worked at a fairly okay job and lived in a nice apartment. My life wasn't all that exciting. I had a few friends, but because I was so bad at socializing, these were friends I'd accidentally accumulated only because they were drawn to me for whatever reason: The girl neighbor who was a stripper/prostitute, the crazy guy who worked at the bookstore and assorted hangers-on from here and there who were all defective in some way. No complaints on my end. I was a skinny gay man who was so far deep in the closet and so scared of AIDS that I'd probably never have sex. Ever. Whatever. The friend whose company I enjoyed the most was a 40-something guy named "Gene". I met him the very first time I ever went to the gay bar called "Bella" near my work. The place was never crowded -- especially in the 5-7 pm period when I usually stopped there to get a decent buzz. Almost immediately I found myself stuck next to a bar stool next to Gene. I got the feeling he'd been there since it opened and was always drinking mixed drinks while I just wanted mugs of beer. How to describe him? Well, he was not bad-looking and about my height. He had some gray in his hair and a gut that was a little bit bigger each time I saw him. I wasn't attracted to him at all and he knew that. When there's no sexual tension between two people, the conversation flows freely. He had lots of experience and a huge cache of interesting stories. I was never bored and we actually got to be very close friends. We'd go out to dinner regularly and that's when I started to realize why some men were attracted to him. He was warm and easygoing. Comfortable. Going to Bella after work and chatting with Gene became an everyday habit for me. After a while, he started admitting things and telling me more of his scandalous stories. In the course of one week I earned that he was a fan of amphetamines, HIV-positive and liked to fuck young bottoms with no condom and not telling them his status. He even admitted to poking holes in the condoms he'd wear so he could give them "his gift". I was a little sickened now. He knew from our many talks that I was a virgin and terrified of disease. I was just like one of the guys he had regularly bugged. As much as I tried not to react, Gene could tell I was shocked and also a little scared, but he kept talking and I kept listening. As time passed, the weather got warmer. I liked this time of year because men wore fewer clothes as the temperature climbed. I had an unspoken appreciation for guys in shorts and sandals thanks to my fetish for long, hairy legs and big feet. Gene could tell I was enjoying the scenery, and he used the opportunity to tell me which guys he'd victimized already. ""Yeah -- that one has my DNA in him", "He was so easy to fool...and he's a doctor", and so on. I tried to keep track of which ones were polluted now, but it was just too many faces, names and bodies to remember. I put it all out of my mind and wondered if I should find another bar to go get buzzed in since this place was obviously his hunting ground. He either noticed my disillusionment or ran out out of stories because he stopped talking and we just chatted like old times. I almost forgot about his dangerous side after a few weeks. Instead of bragging about his stealthing conquests, he started asking about me and my life. He became Therapist Gene and tried to get me to open up about why I didn't seem to have much of a personal life beyond Bella and him. Answers were slow coming but I eventually tell him about my lifelong shyness and fear of everything and anything. He turned out to be an excellent listener. The only advice he ever offered was "You need to get laid". He thought would fix everything...and I wondered if maybe he was right. The next time I walked into the bar I saw Gene sitting next to some younger guy and I assumed it was his latest target. I sauntered over to pinball machines and dug in my front pocket for quarters. Just as I realized I hadn't ordered a beer yet I turned around to see my friend right behind me with a sentence already forming on his lips. "Not even going to say 'hi'??" me asked. "It looked like you were busy" I answered. "Him? That's just Bradley -- a friend of mine. He's a top like me so we've never hooked up like that. And don't worry...he's super clean and a 'condom nazi'. It took about an hour of looking through my collection of phone numbers, but I finally found you the perfect date." I glanced in his direction and 'perfect' was a pretty accurate description. He was tall, had dark features and wearing a really nice suit. In other words, he was out of my league. Gene noticed my paralyzing shyness start to consume me again and just grabbed me and led me over to the bar where introductions were made. I felt awkward and could barely put words together, but a conversation began as Gene bought me shots and interjected his happy banter during pauses. Time passed and drinks were consumed and Bradley and I found quite a bit to talk about. He wasn't much older than me, had a job similar to mine and only wore nice suits because his brother was a tailor and had all kinds of connections. He was also a rabid "Walking Dead" fan and we discussed that show for a long time. Too long, probably - because my buddy had disappeared somewhere. "Where'd Gene go?". I asked him. "Oh who knows? He's probably passed out or on the hunt somewhere". I tapped my empty shot glass and said "Speaking of 'passing out', I think I've gone beyond my limit here. What time is it?" I felt a little dizzy. "11:30. I need to go home soon too. Let me walk you to your car". I followed him out the door and onto the sidewalk, but he headed in the opposite direction of where I was parked. Okay. I guess I was walking him to his car instead. As we got around the corner, he stopped and pushed me back against the big glass window of some lamp store I'd never been into. He was crushing me into it and mashing his lips onto mine. I mashed mine back as I barely remember ever feeling shy. His tongue was exploring my mouth and throat as he made some grunting sounds. I felt his insistent boner through his pants, prodding into my stomach. Within a few blurry minutes Bradley had driven me back to his tidy apartment where I was undressing (or was undressed) in under twenty seconds. We both standing naked in a tight embrace right there in his living room. I could not get enough of kissing him, but he pulled away and said "Check it out". Following his gaze, I looked down and saw his perfect erection pointing upward. Holy shit. He pulled a condom from nowhere and held it to my face. "Inspect it all you want and then put it on me". It was already unwrapped and I did try to look at it carefully, but my vision was a little blurred. The task of getting it over his engorged penis head proved too difficult for my uselessly shaky fingers though. He took over and rolled it down his magnificent dick as he led me back to his dark bedroom where I instantly found myself, face down, on his deliciously comfortable bed. He was moving around and fiddling around with what I assumed was lube after an oily blob landed between my ass cheeks. I couldn't see anything, but the feelings were more than enough. He was massaging the lube over and into my butthole. I relaxed even further into the bed's softness. "OK". He spread my legs a little and settled on top of me. That perfect, latex-sheathed dick moved in and struck my virgin prize. Yes, it hurt. It hurt very much, but the pain was as blurred as my thoughts and didn't last too long. And then this Bradley was moving his hips and cock inside of me. My first thought was how nice it felt and my second thought was that my virginity was gone forever now. Everything was slow and perfect until he got a little rougher with his thrusting. Rougher and faster."Tighten that ass, kid. I'm about to cum". I clenched as much as I could with a rectum full of big dick. I guess I did it right because he responded with tiny rapid pushes and a loud moan. He was breathing heavily and sweating all over my back. "Shit, shit, shit!" he suddenly exclaimed. Huh? "What?" "The condom broke". I was quiet and feeling warm. Also stupid. This Bradley guy used one of the tricks Gene told me he himself had used on a few of his victims. An unwrapped condom that 'mysteriously' broke at the moment of no return. I should have been outraged, but my whole body was tingling with pleasure. So what? Everybody had to die of something. At least he drove me back to the Bella parking lot so I could get my car and go home. Of course there was a light blinking on my answering machine and of course it was a message from Gene. "Well, it took forever, but I finally got my DNA inside of you. Brad was one of my early conversions and now the three of us are family. If you're feeling okay tomorrow, lets go have brunch or something".

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

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

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

Before waking up yesterday morning, I'm pretty sure my partner was teasing my hole with his finger as he whispered 'enjoy your day, I love you'. I had slept in a jock strap that night and he knows that I love 'sleep sex' of any kind. It drives me crazy. Either way, when I got out of bed I was feeling a little frisky and sexy, and since I had nothing to do the whole day except a 2 o'clock class I decided to make it a cragslist hookup day. I had four and a half hours to make my hole available and I wasn't going to miss a second. So I jumped online and placed my ad "Cum Dumpster- next four hours" with my profile pic from here and sat back and waited. And I waited. I began to study I waited so long. I checked to make sure the ad was there. It was. Nothing. I got a reply from a 300 lb tranny. No offense, thats just what happened, and its just not my thing. I ended up giving one blow job to one married older man who said his wife never sucks his dick. I took his dick out of my mouth and to tell him how 'everybody deserves to get their dick sucked!' to which he replied 'oh I like you...and you're prettier than a girl', whatever the fuck that means...regardless, I made his day and that made mine. Four and half hours had gone by and I ended up in class with no loads as my time had run out. On the way home from school I'm thinking about my big test scheduled for today and how I needed to study. Boring! Then I thought how to make it not boring. I'll place another ad while studying, what could it hurt? I even added a "quick hook up" listing on BBRT. I felt like there was no way that getting no dick could happen twice. But thats exactly what happened, not so much as a nibble. I got one pic from a guy who obviously had something wrong with his dick and I'll just leave it at at that. I just hope he gets the help he needs. This time 5 hours goes by of 'craigslist time' and I'm fully prepared for my biology exam! I got all my studies done without any dick!! By now, I'm over it and frustrated and I actually feel kinda dumb. I said 'fuck it' and as I pulled the ads down, I got a text from my partner who said "I saw your ads, I can't wait to get home and eat that sloppy hole filled with cum" because thats what he does. He loves it and he does it quite well. I hated to break the news to him that I in fact did not have anything waiting in my hole for him to eat. 'Oh well, random Tuesday for you' he replied. I grabbed a shower and when he got home, I was wearing my new swimming trucks that he had never seen and he shoved me against the kitchen wall and whispered "Sorry you didn't get any dick, I hope you know I'm still eating that ass...every dick in this town needs to knows what it missed out on today" to which he licked his finger and ran his hand down my ass crack and started to fiddle with my hole. That just made me weak in the knees, especially after being frustrated from the days non-events. He lead me by my hole to the bedroom and put a blind fold on me. He starts doing something to my rock hard dick and hole. Then I remembered. He just bought me a new toy. Its a triple cock ring with a butt plug. I had used it alone but we hadn't played with it....yet. He injected me with the diamond shaped plug and my hair stood on end. He pulled it out gently then tongue fucked me. He put it back in, wiggled it around, pulled it back out, and tongue fucked me again and now I'm in fucking heaven! He did this many, many times until the last time ..he didn't pull the plug out, instead he added his hard cock with a PA to the mix and my ass. He could feel the object in my hole with his dick and thought it felt amazing. With each of his thrust in me, I pushed back onto his dick to maximize his deepness. It was indescribable. I arched my back just the way he likes it as I'm taking it from behind. Right before we both started to cum, he pulled my ear close to his mouth and said "You're going to go on breedingzone and tell everyone where your last load came from"...then he gave it to me. And I took it.

☣☣☣Fuckin' Oink~! Please keep sharing. Pervs like you make visiting BZ fun. Wood love to breed it, & swap bugz too. My VL= 100G. May have to cum to Dallas too. Please post more pix. Thanks for following me.

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

Damn that's good

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

I learned long ago that being mated by one guy just makes you want to have more. As I transitioned from selective breeding to full on cum dump the hunger just increases to see how many time I can take cock and cum til my horsehole is a sloppy, ruined canyon. Then, after a few hours sleep, I want it all over again.

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."

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

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.

Was at the CumUnion in Palm Springs. Got there early, but all of the slings were already taken. Walked around and played a bit in the playrooms - sucked some dick, laid on a massage table and got fingered, eaten and fucked, walked around a bit more got the occasional grope - stopped and backed up. A couple took the opportunity and slid right in and fucked me standing up in the walkway. A couple pulled me off to the side and bent me over a chair or trash can. Eventually my hole was leaking a half-dozen loads as I walked around naked. Found an empty sling and hopped in and slid on a blindfold. Had a couple of looky-loos (could hear them approach, then scurry away. It happens - more often early in the evening.). Had a couple walk up and both fucked me. Don't know who they were, but they traded off inside me and egged each other on as they fucked. Love couples who cum in me! Eventually, they both came in me groaning and living the release and the second one REALLY loved his partner's juices in me! They left and it quieted down, so I got out (don't hog the facilities, after all). Moved to an outside sling that was busy earlier with a hot porn star. Since it was empty, I hoed up and proceeded to take a few more loads, the occasional few quick pumps, then a guy walked up and started talking about my hole like he'd found the holy grail. LOVED it! He pumped and teased my ass - hard and gentle, every angle, opening me up and talking dirty the whole time. He told me to open it up and I did, he ate my ass and sucked some cum out of me and continued fucking. I was in heaven. He must've gone for about 20 minutes when a tall guy who'd been circling came closer. Hot man offered the new guy my hole as he pulled out. The new guy was hung like a horse and rock hard. He plunged into me in one thrust all the way to the balls making me gasp and grab the poppers. He held himself there while I adjusted. Then he proceeded to pound my hole hard and deep forcing me to wince and exhale. He relished it and kept hitting that wall inside me until he slid past and I moaned like a freak. He pumped and pumped as the other guy egged him on. I could feel him tense as he shot into me flooding me and making my ass leak. I could feel him shoot a couple more times then he pulled out and fingered my cummy, gaping hole. He left and the hot guy dove down and ate my sloppy hole before he slid back in and shot his own load in me. I ALWAYS have a good time at CumUnion!

Current Viral Load: 2.09 Million CD4: .05

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

Connor and I played around a lot over the next few months. He fucked my ass regularly, but we started playing with other guys almost every other week. They were friends, friends of friends, hot guys from campus, and hot guys from the bars. At first Connor made the guys wear condoms. It was the early 2000s and we were trying to keep each other from getting HIV. One night the condom rule slipped when I sat on Connor's best friend's dick while I was sucking Connor in the living room. The guy was stroking his cock and I had just sucked him too. He'd fucked me a few times previously. As I sucked Connor on my knees, back to the couch; I felt Connor's hands on my head and the other guy's hands on my ass. I raised up on all fours and pushed my ass back at the guy. He ate my ass for awhile and fingered me. I stood up, kissed Connor and backed up to push my ass on the guy's face again. Connor resumed face fucking me and the guy tongue fucked my ass. I felt some pressure on my back lowering my ass down and I willingly put my ass all the way down to his cock head. The guy was rubbing it around my hole. I thought, fuck that feels good. I also knew that Connor's best friend knew the rules - he couldn't bareback me. I spit on my hand and rubbed it on the guy's cock so my crack would be slicker for him to rub on me. Then it happened. Connor lost his footing a bit, his cock jammed the back of my throat harder than normal, and I slipped back. As I slipped into the guy's lap, his cock slid halfway inside me. I moaned. Connor made sure he didn't hurt me. I said he hadn't and began riding his best friend's bare cock. It felt naughty to break the rules; but the cock felt so good. It felt so much better than a condom sheathed cock. Connor jerked me off as I rode his friend's cock. Connor then cock on his knees and started sucking me off. I was really riding the dude now so it was awkward to get head at the same time. Connor noticed that the guy wasn't wearing a condom. He looked at me and frowned a bit, but he didn't stop jerking me as I rode his friend's cock. Not longer after Connor noticed I was getting fucked without a condom by another man; the guy said he was close. I rode him a little faster as he held my hips. Connor said, "Tell him what you want. It's ok." I looked at Connor and then at the guy and said, "Cum in my ass." And, he did. Connor and I didn't really talk about it afterward except that I apologized and Connor said, "A cum whore can't prevent his nature." We laughed. Not a single one of our threesomes ever used a condom to fuck me again.

I agree. I want to see tops unloading in a bttms tight hole - the way God intended I get why they show the cum shot in porn, but I can use my imagination for that bit- show me the look on the bttm when he feels the flood of cum in his ass- or show me the cock twitching as it fires the hot load into a right butt. I'm a bit of a sucker for seeing a hot load leak out of a freshly fucked hole though

Totally agree with this thread. Hate porn where the top pulls out and wastes his hot sperm instead of breeding it deep where it belongs. Love it when he pulls out afterwards and some of the cum oozes out of the arsehole tho. Other pet hate is that repetitive voice over on lots of American porn (Hell yeah, fuck yeah fuck that hole etc.). It doesn't even synch with the guys fucking and is so obviously added afterwards. Dirty breeding and gifting chat is much better. Amateur bb porn, especially if shot in a good sleazy location like a cruising area or nasty dirty graffiti covered toilet block much more horny. If the top has a biotat so much better.

I was fortunate to work with Treasure Island's great producer Max Sohl in NYC. He evolved from his first DVD ('Dawson's 20 Load Weekend'), where he asked all of us tops to show some cum, to give us the flexibility of cumming deep into our bottoms and finally requesting as many internal cums as possible. For me, I love building my fucking intensity to the point where my body is fully primed to inseminate and then following through by burying my cock deep inside my bottom to plant my seed. Pulling out at that point is completely counter to our natural instinct and the whole process of a great fuck. Max understood what I loved and never complained about me pumping my cum inside every one of my hot bottoms.

Just before classes began again, Connor and I went to a party at his friend's house. Connor and I knew separate groups of gay guys and a lot of the guys he knew were locals, not students. I was wearing an outfit appropriate for August - shorts, a jockstrap and a fraternity t-shirt I found in Connor's drawer. He said he stole the shirt off a guy he fucked during a fraternity party before we met. I thought it made my chest and arms look good, so I wore it. Connor was sexy as ever, polo shirt, shorts and some new underwear I bought him. Connor and I had stopped at the Corner Pocket, a twink (and I thought hustler) bar before we got to the party. The reason we went there was because we got really cheap and really strong drinks and sometimes older guys would but us a second round, as happened that evening. I was buzzed leaving the bar. We were a big hit once we arrived at the party. I hadn't met a lot of these guys yet - some were in their 30s and others I knew from the bars. Shots were passed around. I didn't do any, but Connor did. I made it straight for the food. I knew I wouldn't last long if I didn't eat. But after like three potato chips this couple started talking to me and I gave in and I took a shot. Another hour and I was pretty drunk. As I was thanking the host for inviting us, Connor put his hand down my shorts and fingered my hole that he had fucked two hours earlier. He whispered that he could feel his cum in me. I blushed. I looked at the host, trying to continue the conversation, but it was obvious he heard Connor. The host leaned in and said, "You look like such a good boy. Slut!" He smiled and laughed. I relaxed. Connor and I drank more. He fingered me a couple more times. I was starting to get a permanent semi hard on because I was thinking about his cock. The party started to thin out around 1am as people left for the bars and bathhouse. I no longer thought of the bathhouse as a dirty, sleazy place. I had started to think of it as a part of nightlife. A choice. We could go to the bathhouse, a party, a bar. It was all becoming the same for me. I was thinking about how much things had changed since high school when Connor slipped behind me. He said, "Your cock is showing. Are you horny?" I said yes. He said, "Good. Let's do some shots. Then we can go fuck." We went over to the bar area and we were preparing to do a tequila shot. One of the guys suggested we do body shots. Connor smiled. He lifted off my shirt and licked my sweaty chest. He put the salt on my chest, took the shot in his hand, licked my chest, swallowed the shot and then sucked the lemon. It turned me on. I did it to him. Then other guys had their shirts off and were doing it to each other. I did another body shot on Connor. Then the host said, "I know a really sexy shot. Put the salt on your ass cheek and the guy will do the shot down your ass crack." I laughed. Connor reached over and unbuttoned my shorts. As my shorts fell to the floor I instinctively stepped out of them. Connor licked my ass cheek and kneaded both my ass cheeks. He put the salt on my ass. At this point I realized that other than Tamia singing about A Stranger in her House, everything was quiet. I looked back. The host held the tequila. Connor pushed me to bend over further. He licked, the host poured the tequila and Connor jammed his face in my ass crack to swallow it all. Connor struggled to drink the tequila, but he found my hole. I got hard as soon as Connor's tongue touched my hole. I moaned out loud as the host stopped pouring tequila and Connor ate my ass. He only ate my ass for a minute, but I was so fucking hard. Connor stopped and stood up. I straightened up, but tried to hide my erection in my jockstrap. I looked for my shorts, but the host gave me a shot. I did the shot as I heard the room erupt in cheers. I stood there as guys congratulated me and felt my wet ass. I almost bent over again as I felt a finger on my hole, but I realized I didn't know the guy. I went over to Connor who said he wanted to do another ass crack shot. I agreed, got on the couch on my knees and bent over the back of the couch. Connor and the host got into position again. I felt his tongue on my ass cheek and then I felt the wet liquor on my ass crack and Connors tongue just below my hole, near my taint. I moaned out load as Connor started making out with my ass. I felt his tongue slide inside me as the wet liquor stopped pouring. Connor stopped and sat beside me. He told me to suck his cock. He undid his shorts and I bent over and thrust my mouth onto the cock strained underwear. I pushed them down and started to suck him off. I felt fingers touching my ass and felt someone pulling at my jockstrap. As the jockstrap was slipped off my body, I lifted my legs to leg it go. I straddled Connor and lowered myself on his cock. I felt his cock slide inside me as I pushed down. I heard lots of encouragement from the other guys. Everyone was watching me ride Connor's cock. I was riding it slowly at first, just as Connor likes me to do, and then I felt his hands on my ass. I knew he was about to take over this fuck. I heard the guys talking about how I was riding bareback. One guy threw a condom at us. Connor threw it back at the small crowd. Then he jammed his cock into my ass as he pushed my hips down. I took his full length inside me and started to moan. I was naked in the middle of the room riding my boyfriend's bare cock as he was wearing a polo shirt and his underwear and shorts were pushed down his thighs. He started to fuck me harder. I held the back of the couch as Connor thrust up into me. I heard the guys saying, "Fuck the slut!" and "Make the bitch take that cock." among other things. It wasn't long before Connor was making fast, short strokes in my ass. I knew he was going to cum. Connor looked me in the face and said, "I'm close. Tell me what you want." I reached back with one hand and felt his bare cock sliding in and out of my hole. I felt his shaved balls as they tightened. I said, "Cum in me." I heard the room go silent for just a second as this was still a time when a lot of guys used condoms for fear of AIDS. I begged him again as I felt his cock and tightened balls. "Cum in my ass." Connor pulled me down and toward him, exploded in my ass and bit my chest. He'd never bitten my chest before. It hurt. I was shocked. I was also euphoric from the alcohol and the fuck. I slid off his cock. I asked if anyone had my jockstrap. Someone gave it to me. I was still hard, but I slipped it on over my hard cock. I kissed Connor. The host said, "Don't sit on my couch before you clean up." The room laughed and I blushed. I went to the bathroom to clean up. I was in the bathroom, washing my hands and wetting a towel the host gave me to clean my ass when a guy slipped in the room behind me. He was a in his 20s, bulky like a baseball player and had awesome biceps. I had noticed how sexy he was earlier in the evening. He grinned at me in the mirror, closed and locked the door, and kissed me as his hard cock pressed through his shorts onto my ass. I thought about Connor, but this guy's cock felt good and he was kissing me hard. He slid his hand down and freed my cock from the jock. Then his hands went to my ass. He kneaded my ass and I moaned. I bent over the sink and reached back to feel his cock. He said, "Take my cock out." I unzipped his shorts and pulled his cock out through the slit in his boxers. He placed his cock on my hole and without another word he slid his bare cock inside me. I looked at his face as his cock entered my ass. He smiled a cocky grin at me. I felt his hairy balls and the boxers on my ass. He had bottomed out in one firm stroke. I didn't know this dude's name and I was bent over in another guy's bathroom taking his bare cock. He said, "Gotta be fast." He started fucking me with purpose. I moaned loudly. He kept his eyes on my face in the mirror as he fucked me. I saw him get red and his face muscles tightened. He said, "Say it. Tell me you want it." I moaned and almost involuntarily told this guy whose name I didn't know, "Cum in my ass. Give me your cum." I felt his cock jerk inside me. His hands gripped my hips harder. He could tell he had cum in my ass. He unlocked and opened the door. Before I could even recover from his fuck, another man stepped in the bathroom. His name was Mark or Mike or something with and M. He was older, but hot as fuck. He dropped his shorts and kicked my legs apart. He slipped his bare cock inside me. He asked if I liked getting fucked bareback. I said yes. He said, "Slut!" He started pumping my hole. I grunted and held onto the sink. After a few minutes he said, "Do you want my load? Do you want my cum?" I looked at him in the mirror and said, "Yes. Cum in me." He did. He bit my shoulder as he came in my hole. He slipped his cock from my ass and I said, "That was really hot Mike." He said, "My name is Nick you slut." He smiled, slapped my ass and left the bathroom. Three other men fucked me in the bathroom before the host found me. I had cum dripping down my legs from Connor and 5 other men. He slipped his finger inside me and said, "What will Connor say?" I begged him not to tell Connor as I undid his shorts and pushed down his underwear. The host slid his cock in my wet ass and said, "You've taken all this guys raw?" I asked him what raw meant. I thought I knew it meant bareback, but I wasn't totally certain. He said, "They all fucked you without condoms." I looked at him in the mirror sheepishly, knowing that was wrong of me not to use condoms. He said, "Raw cock. Like mine. I don't have a condom on. You didn't ask for one and didn't put one on me as you lined my raw cock up to your hole." His words were making me very hard. He said, "Do you like taking raw cock? Bareback cock?" I said, "Yes I like it bareback." He said, "That's so hot you young slut. I'm going to cum inside your ass. Do you want my cum?" I said, "Yes cum in my ass. Fuck me and cum in me." He sped up his fuck. In about two minutes, the host jammed his cock inside me and came in my wet ass. He said, "Feel free to take a shower." He opened the door and Connor was standing there. I was shocked. I almost cried. Connor stepped in the bathroom and felt my ass. He said, "How many other guys fucked you?" I told him 6. He took his cock out. It was hard. He smiled a sexy smile and said, "It was so hot listening to you beg other guys for their cum." He slipped his dick inside my now sore ass. I hadn't cum yet. I was very hard. And he was my boyfriend so I resisted the pain. I let him slide in deeply in one stroke. I bent over the sink and he fucked me for about 10 minutes. He was getting close and he started jerking my cock. He said, "Tell me you want my load." I said I did. He said, "Say it louder." He was stroking me and I was almost ready to cum. I said, "CUM IN MY ASS CONNOR. CUM-----IN------ME!!!" I know everyone heard us. I came all over the sink. He came in my ass. We collapsed on each other. We showered, found our clothes and left. The next day Connor and I discussed how hot it all was to fuck with his friends. He fucked me again in the middle of the conversation. He came in my ass again. Then we set some ground rules for sex outside the relationship. 1. Only with the other person's knowledge and/or participation. I'd need to tell him if I was going to get fucked by another guy in the bathroom of a party, before not after the sex. 2. Only negative guys. 3. Only hot guys, friends, and hot friends of friends. Connor had a thing about only wanting to fuck the hottest guys. I was flattered by that statement I thought, ok, cool: 1. Only with the Connor's knowledge and/or participation. Cool. 2. Only hot guys and friends. Cool. Our friends were awesome. (Just look at last night.) 3. Only HIV negative guys. I kissed Connor and readily agreed to our new rules.

Seeing Connor was like seeing joy. My eyes were searching for him as the bus pulled up to the curb. I saw him in his shorts and a tank top leaning on his car, his hair had grown out a bit and it blew as a truck drove by. I looked again for him as I got off the bus, but he wasn't standing in the same place. I looked around in confusion with a tinge of fear (did he leave?) and then our eyes locked. I couldn't see his whole face yet, but I saw his eyes. Excitement, love, lust, hope was in those eyes - pure joy. I got off the bus and we hugged and exchanged a brief kiss. I grabbed my bag and Connor took my other hand. Since we were holding hands it took us a couple trips to the car to get all my stuff. I couldn't let go. Neither could he. As we were grabbing my final bag, the bus pulled away. I saw Bryce sitting on the bus watching Connor and I. I felt some guilt about cheating on Connor, but that passed quickly. Connor and I got groceries, called my family, and went to the cabin. As soon as we were in the door, I dropped to my knees, pulled Connor's shorts and briefs down and took his cock in my mouth. Leaning against the wall, right next to open side door, I took his semi hard dick and made it a solid pipe. I stood up and pushed my shorts down. I turned around, showing Connor my jock clad ass and used perspiration and spit to get his amazing cock inside me. I fucked myself on his cock as he leaned against the wall. My own cock was rock hard and fell out of the side of my jock. After a few minutes of me fucking myself on his cock, Connor pushed me onto my hands and knees and pushed his cock back inside me. He said, "Your ass feels amazing. But, I'm in charge. You do it how I want it." He pushed my head into the floor and started taking his cock out and shoving it back inside. He did this same thing over and over. Connor called it remaking my pussy. When he said those words the first time as he jammed his cock inside me, my cock exploded all over the floor. Connor didn't stop. He kept fucking me. Shortly after I'd cum, Connor changed strokes and started fucking me fast with shorter strokes. His cock never leaving my ass. I was groaning. This fuck was so hot I could barely catch my breath. In less than five minutes of changing his fuck strokes, Connor yelled that he was cumming in my ass. I felt him cum. It was a fucking huge load. He must've saved that load for days. We collapsed on the floor, both still wearing our shirts and sneakers; me in a jockstrap and him naked from the waist down. We were a sweaty mess. We kissed. After we got settled in the cabin and I showed him around, Connor and I fucked again. And then we fucked again. Then we ate. Then we fucked again. For the next two days our routine was: wake up, run, fuck while sweaty, make breakfast, fuck, fuck, cuddle, fuck, fuck, cuddle, make dinner, and fuck until we slept. On the fourth day, we decided to venture into Cooperstown and saw the Baseball Hall of Fame and had lunch. Connor and I stopped and looked at a map of the area which showed Riddell Park. Connor smiled at me and asked, "Is that the place where you sucked all those guys off?" I nodded. He said, "Let's go there tomorrow." I smiled and said, "Fuck yes." Tomorrow came and it started the same way (run, fuck, breakfast). We packed a bag, took water, sun tan lotion and hats and went to Riddell Park. We parked the old pick up right near the bathrooms, like I had previously. I was excited and sexually turned on remembering this place and the cocks I sucked here. I remembered the excitement of "cruising" here for the first time. I started to get hard. Connor said, "Let's go for a hike." We took the southern trail because I remembered it being longer and more private with fewer hikers. At one point there was a good overlook of the area. We stopped to drink water and look out on nature. Connor walked forward off the path and down into an area that was almost below the path. He motioned for me to follow him and I did. I realized that no one could see us here unless they were standing immediately above us on the path or below us down the hill. Connor, looking at the view, said, "Strip bitch. I'm going to fuck your ass while I look at this view." I was about to protest but instead I took off all my clothes, except my sneakers. Connor bent me over and ate my ass. He told me to suck his cock and get it wet. I did. After a few minutes, he brought me up to kiss me. It was a really romantic kiss and it was a great make out session. It was like the first time again. We were holding back fucking until we were too worked up to do anything but fuck. I was being held against the earth and stone of the cliff/hill. Either my back or my chest was always against it as we made out. I must've been getting so dirty and scratched, but I didn't notice. Connor stopped our make out and told me how much he loved me. I kissed him and we made out again. His cock was pushing into my pelvis and I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed him back a bit, bent over and took his cock in my mouth. I had to taste him again. Connor said he was close and told me to stop. He grabbed the sun tan lotion, put some in his hand and said, "I'm going to fuck you using this as lube." I turned around, facing the gorgeous view of nature. First Connor slid his fingers covered in lotion and then his cock into my ass. Neither of us lasted long, with him cumming in my ass; and me begging for his load as he jerked my cock. We held each other curled on top of our pile of clothes. Connor and I were quiet a long time and lay there holding each other. I almost fell asleep. Instead, Connor asked me about the guys from the park. I told him the story of the guy who almost fucked me but couldn't get hard. He said, "You are such a bottom slut that you must've been gagging for a cock in your ass." I told him all the things the guy had said. I told him about how the guy made me admit I would've taken him bareback. Connor said, "Duh!" and slapped my ass. I told Connor how I drove to the other park. I told him how excited and horny I was to go to the "college guy park." We both laughed. I told him about Tom and our fuck in the trees. Connor asked, "Did he fuck you bareback?" I shyly admitted that he did. I felt Connor's cock start to grow behind me as he asked for more details of the Tom fuck. Connor began to finger me and then slid his hard cock in my ass. He fucked me lovingly like this for about ten minutes. I was stroking my cock and was so hard. His cock was massaging my prostate. I was panting in lust. Connor asked, "Would you let Tom fuck you right now?" Without thinking, I said yes. Connor asked if Tom was hot. He made me tell him how Tom looked. He told me to imagine it was Tom's cock inside me. I got really into the role play. I was imaging that it was Tom fucking me bareback. I was imaging that Tom's cock was leaking precum inside my ass. I started moaning loudly. I said I was going to cum. Connor said, "Beg Tom for his load." I stroked my cock a few more times and as I was cumming said, "Fuck me Tom. Cum in me. Give me your load." Connor jammed his cock in my ass again and exploded inside me. Right then I knew something changed in our relationship. That we had opened another sexual door and walked through it together. We rested for a bit, cleaned up and walked back to the pick up. As we were walking, two really hot guys passed us. The one dude had no shirt on and was a hot motherfucker. He had muscles and like 0% body fat. Connor was in amazing shape, but this dude was like an Olympian. I noticed his tattoo. It was three circles on top of a fourth. Damn that tattoo looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen it previously. I remember saying to Connor, "He looks like an Olympian but he's not smart enough to get five circles for the Olympic logo. Duh." Connor laughed. Then he said, "Zach, baby, that's a biohazard symbol. On gay guys it usually means they have HIV. He's probably positive." As soon as he explained the tattoo, I remembered where I'd seen the tattoo previously. Bryce had one. The rest of the trip was a blur or fear and paranoia. I was so scared of giving HIV to Connor. I was so scared that I had HIV. I didn't know what to do - not like there are free clinics in Cooperstown. I didn't truly relax until almost a month later when I got tested, got the immediate result and then the official result. I was HIV negative. I hadn't put Connor at risk. Although, maybe I had since I took at least 50-60 of his loads in my ass or mouth since I saw that tattoo in Riddell Park.

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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We'd shared a dick before; but it had been different. That had been laughing, giggling, three of us on a bed enjoying each other, all equal. This wasn't about equal; this was the two of us dropping to our knees at someone else's instruction. I heard him chuckle as our mouths dueled over his cock. Both of us wanted to take it into our mouths, but both of us were also hesitant. I won, because I'd had more experience taking unknown cocks at gloryholes; my hunger outweighed my nervousness. Her tongue played with his shaft and his balls as I worked the head with my mouth, feeling him swell in my mouth, and getting my first little taste of precum. As my mind couldn't help but remind me, poz precum. So I pulled my head back, licked my lips, and motioned to my girlfriend to take her turn. I could see her eyes widen just a bit as she slipped his cock between her lips, and tasted what I had...but we weren't going back now, and she closed her eyes and started to go to work on him. He'd taken the opportunity to shuck off his shirt, and now he wiggled his way out of his pants; any attempt to play it cool now gone. It was clear that he wanted us, just the same way we wanted him. "All right, let's go...I've got some asses to fuck..." And with that he reached down and took my girl's hair in his hand, tugging gently to pull her off his cock and to her feet. I helped her up as I stood, and I let her lead the way to the bedroom, with me behind her. We'd talked about how she wanted me to poz her, if she was going to get it, and so I wanted his load. Of course, we hadn't exactly made that clear, nor were we going to make much of a fight about it. Still, my plan seemed to be working as he reached out and gave my ass a squeeze. "Now, why don't you both get up on that bed and let me see what I've got to work with. Hands and knees." We scrambled up onto the bed, and got down on all fours -- reaching out to hold each other's hands, exposing our neg asses to his gaze. I cheated, I admit; we have mirrored doors on the bedroom closet, so I could see him as I looked between my own legs, and waited to see who he'd stand behind.

I usually always get a locker when I go to a sex club and my clothes go in there. At Slammers in FTL most people keep their clothes on so I usually change into gym shorts and a tank top and always wear flip flops. As the night progresses, clothes start coming off most of the guys. My concern there is always loosing my flip flops. You just don't want to go barefooted there. One night after taking 4-5 loads in the big orgy room I couldn't find them and it was dark. I had to go get the locker room attendent to help me. He brought in a flash light and we found them. I learned that night to always have a spare pair or shoes in my locker so I don't have to leave barefooted. I can't tell you how many of my jock straps have become some guys souvenir. They seem to disappear.

Dad walked in to the room very quickly and gingerly looked me over. "Last night was your meet and greet with the family. Tonight I'm gonna show my baby boy how much I love him." He turned around and left, but within minutes Jason the servant came in. " I'm going to help you get ready for tonight. First we need to get you fed." With that, we went into the kitchen where he had some fruit and juice ready. Fuck, after last night I just needed to eat something, anything really. While I ate, Jason gave me a really nice back message. That really got the kinks from last night out. Then I noticed that hat I was only in my jock. I decided to look for my clothes, but couldn't find them anywhere. "Jason, have you seen my clothes?" "Yeh, they're in the wash. Dad doesn't really want you wearing more of a jock here anyhow." So, I just sat back down and finished eating. After that, I just went back to bed as I was still tired from the night before. I never really fell asleep, just sort of laid there and watched TV. Jason tended to my every need. I was thinking to myself, damn this is a good life. Asking Jason where Rocky and Alex and the other guys were, "They headed home this morning. Dad is pretty proud of Rocky since he has his first anal orgasm last night. But, you know, they don't live here. Come on, we need to start getting you ready." I followed Jason into the bathroom. He had already drawn a hot bath for me. "Get in, let's get you cleaned up". So I undressed and climbed in, but as I did so, I couldn't take me eyes off of Jason. I had never really been drawn to more feminine guys, but damn he was beautiful in an exotic way. He slowly, almost seductively undressed. But when he got totally undressed, he had no cock cage on his small shriveled peanut size cock over what was clearly a scar where his balls had been. "How do you get away without having a cage?" I wondered. "I don't need one. Without my balls I make no testosterone, so I don't get hard. Sometimes Dad or one of your brothers will fuck me, but not much happens with my dick. I just dribble a bit. Once a year, Dad allows me to have a shot of short acting testosterone to get hard and jerk off. He always does it on the anniversary of his unbanning me as a reminder of what I lost." He reached around and unlocked my cock. Slowly, I started to get hard, but it wasn't instant like it would have been in the past. "Looks like your body is slowly getting used to the cunting" he said, " you will eventually crave only anal orgasms and get hard only when Dad commands it. See, you're only slowly getting half hard now." Damn, he was right. But, I sort of figured that he didn't take the cage off for an educational lesson. Soon enough, the razor appeared, and within minutes the only hair on my body was on my legs and my head. Jason had shaved the rest of it off. "Now it's time for you to get clean on the inside" Jason said while grabbing a towel for himself and pulling the drain plug on the tub. Then he grabbed a cup of ice water to shrivel my half inflated cock so that he could put the cage back on, but instead of the cage I had been wearing, Jason grabbed a new, smaller one. "It's to help you forget to associate sexual pleasure from your cock. This one is so small that you can't even rub in it. If it makes you feel better though, Rocky is getting the same thing today too." With that he put the cage on, stuffing my cock in. Sure enough, it was uncomfortable as fuck. Then, Jason turned around and left me to do the internal cleaning. When I was done, I put on the clean jock he had left me. With the old cage, the jock clearly showed my caged dick under it, with this new cage it looked like I was as fixed as Jason...except that I had a full course of testosterone flowing through my body (although not as much as most of my juiced up bros) and that meant that I had some serious needs. Then I went back and hung out with Jason for a bit, mostly making small talk and waiting for Dad. Soon enough, the phone rang. It was Dad sending for me. Jason told me to head for his bedroom, which I did. When I got to Dad's room, he was laying back, blowing a few clouds, watching some hot porn, and jacking his enormous cock. My eyes immediately fixed on his cock. "Calm down Cheyenne, you're going to get it soon enough. Tonight is not about primal pig sex. Tonight is showing a Dad's love for his boy. We are going to go slow and easy. After what you have already done, it will seem pretty basic." I climbed in bed next to Dad. I could feel his strong arms pull me in next to his immense hairy chest. It was a total contrast to my hairless body. He just chewed on my ear, grabbing my nips, which felt almost like an electric arc every time he did. He passed the pipe to me, "Have some, but take it easy. Remember you have to go home tomorrow." Pretty soon, Dad was munching on my hairless cunt like it was a five course meal. By the time Dad slid his cock into me later that night, my cunt was so loose and sloppy from his munching that it just felt right and amazing at the same time. We must have fucked for five or six hours, but I had barely hit the pipe, and certainly no slams. During the whole time Dad had not even touched the front of my jock. He totally ignored my locked up boy cock, but damn, his huge cock inside of me more than made up for it. After he had came for the third time that evening, he pulled out and rolled over, digging aimlessly in a side table drawer. He rolled back over, handing me a toothbrush. "Shove that into your cunt and scrub until it bleeds. Do it for Daddy. Show Dad how eager you are to have his DNA in you." I did as he asked, and it didn't take long before I was showing more than a little pink. Dad eagerly watched me the whole time, slowly getting rock hard again. After I handed him back the toothbrush, Dad said, "That's how most of your brothers were pozzed. With that very brush." Then he slammed his hard cock back into me balls deep. This time he didn't hold back, but fucked me mercilessly. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, and pretty soon, I felt that "gotta pee" feeling again, which was soon flowed by another anal orgasm. I soaked the front of my jock through. Dad just looked and grinned, " Seems like my boy likes Dad's cock." He slammed into me hard and was flooding my guts with his toxic seed for a fourth time. After that, we curled up and fell asleep. The next day I had to be up and ready to head home. Going to Atlanta became an every other weekend trip for the rest of my senior year, but as April gave into May, I was still testing negative. "No son of mine is gonna reject my DNA" Dad said. By mid-May, I was getting concerned that I might be part of that 1% who don't seroconvert, no matter what. On my mid-May visit, I asked Alex if there was anything else I could do. My Dad and my brothers had been fucking me every other weekend, with dozens of toxic loads every time, and still nothing after months. If I wasn't poz by summer, there was a good chance that I might not be admitted to the family. "There is something that you can do, but it's pretty drastic. I'll talk to Dad, and if he approves, we will do it tonight." Alex said. That night I was expecting an evening of profligate pig sex, but when I got cleaned up and into the basement, no one other than Rocky was there. " Come with me, we are heading upstairs." And I followed, more out of curiosity than anything. We went into Dad's bedroom. There was Dad, Alex, Rocky, Jason, and myself in the room. Everyone but me looked serious. "Have you had any drugs, Cheyenne?" Dad asked. I responded that I had not, which was the truth, as I wasn't going to lie to Dad and possibly end up like Jason. "We have dumped gallons of toxic cum in your cunt, son. Nothing seems to take. You have to make a decision as to whether you really want to be part of this family. Tonight you will either become poz or leave here forever. Do you understand?" Dad asked of me. I nodded, but wasn't really sure of what he meant. "Jason, go sit down next to Cheyenne. Cheyenne, I'm not sure if you know this, but all of us are on meds of some type to control out HIV. Not enough to have us shooting blanks, also known as undetectable, but none of us have a super high viral load. The exception here is Jason. As part of his unmanning, he also went off of meds. He has the most toxic viral load around. But, I'm not going to give him testosterone and have him get pleasure from his dick by fucking you. Besides, it would be an insult to you to have a eunuch fuck you. What we are going to do is use this syringe to remove 2 cc of his toxic blood from a vein and hand you the syringe. If you want to be part of this family, you will, on your own volition, take the blood and slam it into your own vein." I just nodded. Shit just got serious for sure. But, he carried Dad's DNA just like my brothers. I looked over as the syringe slowly filled with the crimson blood. Dad handed my the syringe while Rocky tied a tourniquet above my left elbow so that my veins shot out. I just stared at it for a second, and then shakily, I took the needle and slammed the blood. Dad and both brothers grinned ear to ear. Jason just sat there. I didn't feel any different. I got up and walked around. "Head for the basement boys, we gotta milk that neg seed out of Cheyenne for the last time." When we all got down there, Dad removed my jock and cage from my dick, but left Rocky and Alex's on. He gave me a shot in my dick and I was instantly hard as fuck. Then Dad slammed me and told me to start fucking my brothers, with just one caveat. I was to pull out and dump my seed on the floor, which is where he though neg seed belonged. I dumped seven loads on the floor that night before my dick went down and Dad locked my cock back up. "Hope you enjoyed that boy. The next time your cock sees any action will be when you bring a neg boy home that is acceptable to become your brother and y'all move into your own apartment, where you can fuck all you want, so long as he takes my DNA." The next weekend I felt awful, had a fever of 100 constantly, and generally felt like shit. It didn't really matter, since Dad and most of my brothers were in Chicago for IML. I did call Alex and told him what was going on. "Congrats lil bro, sounds like you're going to earn your tattoo pretty soon." I just stayed in bed and was miserable, although I did drag my ass to school since it was the last week of my senior year. After about a week, I felt better, and on my next trip to Atlanta, which as the first of June, Dad took me to get and HIV test. The outcome was a foregone conclusion. I had slammed 2 cc of of poz blood with a viral load of over 2 million. Probably a bit of overkill. The test was positive. More to come...Cheyenne gets his tattoo, begins his college career, moves to Atlanta, and lures an unsuspecting jock to become his little brother....

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.

As I sucked on Bobby’s dick and massaged his balls I heard the lighter click and Duke snigger “that’s it boy, inhale it in deep, good boy” I pulled my mouth off Bobby's teen boy cock as Dukes climbed onto the sofa and I grinned watching as Duke started licking and slurping at the lads neck as he kneaded Bobby’s big pecs his deep voice soothing the boy, “mmmm chicky you taste like sweet honey” before plunging his tongue deep into the boys mouth, in the meantime I started to tug at the waistband of the kids bikini, in fact I chuckled “atta boy” as he raised his hips so I could pull them off easily threw them into corner. I was enjoying feeling Bobby’s cock and balls, in fact I was enjoying every inch of his boy body while he just leaned back enjoying the attention in his tweaked little mind, I looked up as Duke pulled his mouth away leaving a trail of spit that dribbled down onto the lads big cushion pecs and grinned as the kids glazed eyes bulged as Duke pulled off his swimsuit and showed his fat ebony cock to the boy, Duke bucked his hips making his cock swing and bob with a clear glob on precum forming at his piss slit, he stood closer and Bobby licked his lips “like that black meat chicky?” bobby exhaled a deep breath, nodded reaching up to take it in his hand but Duke backed away sitting down in an armchair with his legs spread idly playing with his cock grinning “well it ain’t gonna suck itself chicky, c’mon” I rubbed the kids back “go on son, you know you want to” and smirked as bobby crawled off the sofa and went on his hands and knees over to Duke, my own dick twitched dribbled precum as I watched the lads melon like muscle arse cheeks bob invitingly as he crawled over to Duke, the fact that his tan lines made a perfect little white triangle on his butt just made it look all the more sexy to me, and I thought to myself ‘great target’. Bobby stayed on his knees, grabbing Dukes dick with his hand and leaned forward taking Duke’s dick into his mouth, Duke placed his big hand on Bobby’s head pushing the kids mouth further onto his dick ”that’s it white boy you suck that black daddy dick”. As Bobby moaned as he slurped and sucked on Dukes big knob I stood up shucking my shorts releasing my thick veiny dick and picked up the goody bag, I walked over and winked at Duke as I got down behind the kid dropping the bag and pulling his arse cheeks apart, Bobby groaned and moved to look over his shoulder making Duke sneer “you just keep fucking sucking that cock boy”. I could not help but sigh “beautiful!” as I gazed down on the kids hairless sweet little pink fuckhole, it looks so perfectly innocent, Duke smirked “nice?”, I broadly grinned “fucking lovely my friend”, I ran my finger over the kids pussy hole and was delighted to see it pucker in response, I spat on it and bobby squirmed and groaned and spread his knees as I slid my index finger in the his hot little hole and chuckled “it seems our new pig boy likes his pussy being played with!”, Dukes sneered “fuck yeah” and then pulling the lads mouth of his dick “that right boy, you like things up your shitter”, Bobby moaned “Yes Sir!” before plunging his mouth back onto Dukes dick as I fingered his sweet little cunt. I pulled my finger out of the kids clit and delighted in seeing it pucker and pulse as the boy moaned exasperated that his hole was now empty, I ran my hand over his lovely bubble butt “don’t worry boy you won’t be empty for long” and I opened our goody bag pulling out the Tina enriched jar of lube, I dipped my finger into it getting a nice big scoop of it on my finger before gently applying it only his hole and pushing it inside, digging in deep before removing my finger and picking a nice sized lump of Tina from the goody bag and winking at Duke who place both hands on Bobby's head ready to hold fast. I placed my hand on the small of the boys back and pushed the lump into the boy’s cunt with the other. We held Bobby firm as he bucked and writhed at the lump fizzed and dissolved in his hole, the burn really hit the kid hard, he started sweating profusely and flushed bright red, gagging on Dukes dick, I could feel the boys anal muscles clench and spasm as they tried to expel the Tina, but I kept my finger firmly up the boy butt as the chems were absorbed sneering sternly “stay fucking still slut!”. After a little while the kids breathing started to settle down, and I could feel his pussy relaxing round my finger so I pushed another one in along side making the boy moan and wiggle his butt as I gently finger fucked him and he started to slurp and suck on Dukes fat dick as Duke laughed “fuck yeah pig boy bobby”

I find the idea of getting nutted in a scene that I can share with others highly erotic. I don't know if I'll ever lose them, but I think I'd like to eat my balls afterward.