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The Mugger I’ve never considered myself naive, but I did tend to walk around as if nothing bad would ever happen to me. Sometimes I would find myself walking home late at night and not even pay attention to the fact that I was passing through a rougher neighborhood. I always made it home safe every time, so in my mind I was always safe. Until Friday night a couple of weeks ago. It was dark and the streets were basically deserted -which is probably why I always felt nothing would happen to me. How could something happen if no one is around? Someone was around, though. I just didn’t see him before it was too late. I didn’t hear his footsteps as he stalked me, eventually wrapping his arms around me from behind and growling in my ear to hand over my cash. Luckily my other instincts kicked in and I went into self-defense mode, wrenching his arms free from me, and spinning around to face him (which I couldn’t see anything -it was too dark). I nailed his jaw with a right hook and then did something I never thought I would do -I slammed my knee into his jewel box. He dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, groaning in agony. When he looked up at me, his black hoodie fell back to reveal quite a handsome face. Mind you, it was contorted in agony at the moment, but his good looks were not lost on me despite what had just happened. “Jesus, why’d you do that?” he hissed. My true nature came out at that point and I started apologizing to him (I’m know -idiot!). “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” I had always felt that I would never have the heart to inflict such pain onto another man, but somehow something else had taken over at that point. “In my defense, you were trying to mug me.” “Yeah, but I wouldn’t hurt you,” he moaned, rocking a little on his knees and cupping his crotch. After a couple of minutes he managed to stand. Now that he was facing me I could see he was much larger than my own trim 5’9” frame. Great, I thought, he’s going to kick my ass first, then take my money. He just stood there eyeing me for a minute, probably debating over which of the hundreds of painful and bloody ways he could kill me. He stepped closer, never taking his eyes off of me for a moment. “That fucking hurt,” he told me in a low voice. “If it means anything, I really didn’t mean to do it. It just happened,” I blubbered. “Kicking a guy in the balls is pretty low. I think you owe me more than just some cash, for that kind of pain,” he said, lunging at me and somehow managing to get me into a choke hold that I could not break. I wasn’t completely out, but the lack of oxygen did it’s part in immobilizing me. He dragged me just around the corner into a rundown old house. It was dark and I didn’t hear any voices. I knew we were alone. Through the house he dragged me until I found myself on a bed. His large body loomed over me as the cobwebs and fog cleared from my head. Well he could have killed me in an alley and not have to deal with disposing of the body, so maybe he’s not a homicidal maniac. On the other hand, maybe he is, and he just enjoys toying with his prey and taking his time torturing them before they succumb to the vast array of injuries he’s inflicted upon them. The bed threw me off, though. I’ve seen Dexter -these guys like a work space. As soon as he stripped his shirt off, revealing a mouthwatering rugby player type of build, I knew he wasn’t planning on killing me. Still, being raped was never something I dreamed about, either, so I started to move, trying to get my bearings so I could make a run for it. He had just opened his pants and out flopped a dick that was totally proportionate to his hunky hulky body. It had to be at least 8 ½ inches long and it was just starting to harden! And thick -bloody hell! That was my cue to get my ass in gear, so I struggled to a crouch on the bed, jumped, and then tried to run around him. His muscular arm caught me around the waist, heaved me up in the air, and deposited me back down in the center of the bed. “Uh-uh, you’re not going anywhere ‘till I’m done with you. We’re gonna have some fun tonight, you and me.” Despite my fear, my dick was hardening in my pants and my ass was going into spasms of anticipation. What can I say -sometimes you can’t take the gay slut out of the man. Show me a rapidly growing dick and beautiful body and my body knows what to do. I lost my head by then, and there was no point in fighting him. Besides, if I submit to him maybe he won’t be too rough on me. That dick can do some damage, I thought. “Fuck it,” I said, rolled back to my knees on the bed and beginning my own strip show for him. His face lit up seeing that I wasn’t going to give him a hassle. “Well, I guess I found myself a bitch, didn’t I?” “I’ll be your bitch,” I told him, my breath coming up short. I shuffled to get closer to him, and then taking him by the hands, pulled him down onto the bed with me, kissing him hard and deep. He kissed me back, but he took the kiss over. We were definitely going to do this his way. And he wasn’t in the mood for anything affectionate. He kissed me almost violently, his tongue invading my mouth and throat (yes, throat -he’s got a long one!) nearly made me gag, but I became so turned on that I just rode it out and tried to match him. Suddenly he broke the kiss, grabbed me and flipped me over onto my stomach. I felt him moving on the bed until his hot breath was on my butt. Lucky for him I had gone to the bar prepared tonight. Unluckily for me, had I gotten lucky I wouldn’t find myself in this mess. His long tongue immediately began to snake up into my ass. I’ve never felt a rimming like it -it was beyond ecstasy! It literally felt like a small snake going up into me. It was insane! I couldn’t help but moan and writhe -what else could I do? After a few minutes I was desperate to feel his cock in me -despite the fact that it was now full-grown and towering at an impressive 12 ½ inches. I’ve never had anything that big in me, the largest so far being around 9 inches. “Oh fuck, you have to fuck me,” I pleaded. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, bitch? You’re gonna pay for kicking me in the junk. And I’ve got a special way to pay you back. You’re gonna take my poz loads all night long.” Suddenly there were sirens and shrieking going off in my head! Did he say ‘poz’? What the fuck? I’m negative and had been very conscious to keep it that way. I began to struggle against him, trying to keep him from straddling me, but his size made that impossible. I went back to pleading. “Please, man, I’m negative. I don’t want this.” “Who asked you, bitch? You got to pay for what you done to me.” Okay, he was hot -his vocabulary didn’t need to be ivy league when you look like that. What the fuck? How can my mind be thinking about vocabulary when he’s about to put HIV+ cum inside me? I begged and struggled for a few more minutes, and then he got fed up, laying his entire body weight on top of my back. His face was next to mine, and he was breathing hard. “Am I going to have to choke you out again?” he asked menacingly. Lord only knows what he might do if I’m totally unconscious, so I weakly told him it wasn’t necessary. “Good bitch. I don’t want to feel that ass pushing me out, either. When I go in, I’m staying put until my bruised nuts fill you up with their revenge.” Shit, there goes my other plan. I figured that I might be able to buck him off of me or push him out just before he blows. I’ve never felt that kind of conflict before. My mind and heart were telling me to do whatever necessary to get the fuck out of there before he infects me. But my damned hormones . . . as soon as they kick in, all reason and logic fly out the window. My hormones were telling me that I’d gone out to the bar tonight to get laid. Now I was going to get laid. Quit complaining. Bitch. Hormones with attitude, right? It’s bad enough HE’s calling me ‘bitch’, I don’t need my own subconscious calling me names! Alas, the hormones were in the driver’s seat and I just surrendered to him. If the opportunity presented itself to escape I would take it, otherwise I would just survive. I can always go and get that pill I heard my friends talking about. “That’s it, I feel the fight going out of you. You’re my bitch for the night. You might as well like it,” he told me. I felt his fat cock head at my entrance, and he rutted his hips a couple of times, enticing my hole to yawn open and swallow him all on it’s own. Would you believe that the damn thing did? Suddenly my ass was sucking several hard, thick inches in. It actually took my breath away, the rush of him suddenly entering me. But by now I was so hot I didn’t resist -despite the pain. Oh, yes, there was pain. That was a fat knob pushing into me. I’m sure that I felt tearing inside, especially since he had only used spit to lube my hole. “Fuck, buddy, your ass is just eating that big dick up! You’re nothing but a whore, aren’t ya? How else would that ass just take it like that? I got a big dick and most bitches can't get past the head.” He sounded like he was enjoying himself, and he reared back and then thrust in, this time adding a few more inches to the penetration. A couple more times like this and I felt his pubes scratching my ass. Fuck, he was balls deep in me! It hurt like fucking hell, and he’d torn me open good doing it. My insides were going into mad spasms, while I silently let the tears pour down my face and drip onto the worn bed sheet. Shockingly, he wasn’t a complete asshole, and he held still until he felt the spasms subside, and then he got to fucking. It really only took a few minutes for my hole to feel totally open to him, and by now the pain had morphed into unbelievable pleasure. I wanted his dick in me. I loved his dick destroying my hole. I guess that might make me a whore, but just then I was happy being a whore. By the time he got a rhythm going that he liked, I was really into it, and raised up onto hands and knees and began shoving my ass back at him, riding him deep and hard. “Fuckin’ pig likes it!” he roared. “Pig’s gonna like my toxic cum, too.” Reflex response had me saying, “Please, pull out before you cum,” even before I had a chance to consider it. Of course, I came back to my senses when I felt the sharp sting on my ass as he smacked my cheeks hard. Really hard, like I’m sure there will be a bruise in the shape of a hand print. “No fuckin’ way, bitch. That’s your payback for nailing me in the balls. You’re gonna learn how important that real man cum is. Toxic venom flowing through my veins, in my sperm. And soon it’s all gonna be in you.” My logical mind was becoming more and more cloudy as I rode that cock. It just felt too damn good. And yes, I do take loads from guys, so naturally my body is craving his seed in me. That’s just the natural order -dick goes in, fucks, deposits seed. Sometimes repeat. And right now my ass and guts were praying he would fill me with his load. It was like the devil sitting on one shoulder and the angel on the other. One says, “Fuck yeah, you want it!”, while the other says, “Don’t listen to him. You know you shouldn’t be doing this!”. As usually happens when my hormones are in flux, that little devil went over and drop-kicked the angel right out of the equation. The next thing I know . . . “Fuck yeah, give me that load,” I heard myself saying. Excuse me? “That’s it, bitch. You know you want me to knock you up. Beg me for it, bitch.” “Do it, cum in my ass!” I yelled. “Say it,” he ordered. “Please, cum in me,” I pleaded. “SAY IT!” he demanded again. And then I knew what he wanted to hear. “Poz me!” I screamed. “Give me that toxic cum! Cum in my ass and infect me!” “That’s right, bitch,” he said in almost a purr, now really railing into me. I knew it wouldn’t be long now, and sure enough he slammed in particularly deep, roared, and slapped my ass again as I felt his balls blast my battered hole full of his venomous load. “Take it, you fuckin’ whore. Take that poz cum!” he yelled. “Yes! Yes, poz me! Poz me!” I yelled back. At that moment I was loving every second of that fuck, despite what would probably result from it. What’s done is done, and I might as well get some enjoyment out of it. I can go to the clinic in the morning and get that pill. His dick stayed hard in my ass and he just kept on fucking me. After 3 more viral loads from him, he finally extracted himself from my gaping hole and took a break. He went and got himself a beer. Nothing for me. After he’d finished it off I knew why -I was allowed beer, only it’s the same one he’d just drank. He stood over me and I clamped my mouth down on his semi-hard dick, and immediately began to swallow as his piss sprayed into my mouth. I chugged like a champ and didn’t lose a drop. Seeing that actually turned him on again, and within seconds he was back up my cum sloppy hole. He used my ass all night long. Literally. I’ve never met a man who was such an animal when it comes to sex. He just could not get enough. He blasted a dozen loads into me in one night. Some guys don’t even get that much at a gangbang! By the time the sun was shining and the rest of the world was up and on their way, he finally took his spent dick out of my hole. We were both covered in sweat and cum. And we were exhausted. He lay on his back staring up at the ceiling. “There, your ass got what it deserves. Next time you’ll think twice about hitting below the belt,” he reminded me. “Now get the fuck out.” “Is it okay if I take a quick shower before I go?” I asked. “Fuck no. This isn’t a date, bitch. Get the fuck out,” he ordered. Now reality was sinking in again and the sex haze had lifted. Time to get out before he decides to get violent on me. I grabbed my clothes and raced from the room. I dressed just inside the front door, and then hurried outside.

As I approached the beautiful shore house, the front door of which had been left slightly ajar, I pretty much knew how this was going to go down. I entered the foyer and had begun to climb the stairs to the bedroom when I heard a voice from the living room. "In here!" Well, this was different. I had been fucking this couple for over a year. I found them on a4a when I was living on the Jersey Shore (not the TV Jersey Shore, the nice Jersey Shore). They were a committed couple in their mid forties, both in good shape and in their relationship. Tom (6'0, 240, Beefy Built Daddy) was the top and Jerry (5'8, furry otter build) was the total bottom. Turned out, Tom has a versatile side and while they rarely played with others, when they did it was a top who would fuck them while they were on all fours side by side. When Tom saw my profile pic: He knew he had to have it deep in his ass and he couldn't wait to see me deep dicking Jerry. Tom set up everything, pursued me aggressively, and offered me one thing to which I couldn't say no: two piggy bottoms with great asses (one furry and round, one meaty and muscular) both of which wanted to take my raw cock. After the first session, during which I blew two loads in Jerry and one in Tom, I could tell that they both loved it, but Tom was clearly especially hooked. When for the first time I slid in balls-deep into Tom's hole, a wild look crossed his face, a look that was reflected in the floor to ceiling mirror on one of the bedroom walls and they faced, side by side, on all fours, so they could watch themselves (and each other) being used. Anyhow, when, on the occasion I first entered Tom's tight hole, he moaned in ecstasy, his eyes locked on mine. His hole opened up but his ass remained tightly wrapped around my shaft as each inch slid deeper in his guts. I sensed when the curvature of my cock dragged across his prostate, particularly as his ass juices went into overdrive, which left his hole amply lubed. Tom never broke his stare with me, and I almost forgot that Jerry was there as we locked eyes and I really got into a good fucking rhythm. Every once in awhile, I drove myself in deep and intentionally hard to pop in a bit deeper and really open him up. Tom gasped in pleasure only to growl two words through his heavy moaning and breathing, "Breed me." After I'd dumped my first load in Tom's guts, we tag teamed Jerry until he got one of Tom's loads and two of mine and his bottom sensibilities were completely satisfied. He quickly ran off to the shower and smiled at Tom as he said, "show our guest out, Tom. And make sure he knows the way. He'll definitely be back." As Tom took me to the door, he stopped me and kissed me, long and deep. As we were kissing, I reached around and smacked his ass and both cheeks in my large hand and he moaned into my mouth. We stopped kissing with a small, semi-awkward laugh and Tom looked at me. "Here's my number. We have to do that again. Us - you and me." He gave me a very satisfied smile, and I took my cue and left. A week went by and I'd only fucked only one new bottom, who was a bit of a disappointment, so needless to say I was horny as fuck. Tom texted me on Friday afternoon asking "Hey, what are you up to, stud?" "Just got home from work, just about to eat, why?" "Want to eat my ass and then breed it?" I stared at the text as my cock began to harden. "Should I head over to your place?" "No," Tom replied. I was confused until he sent, "Send address. I'm coming to you." I quickly began to clean up my place, horny and excited at the thought of fucking Tom...and Jerry, right? He didn't say. Tom showed up alone. Within 30 seconds of stepping into the house, he was on his knees and my cock was deep down his throat. Ten minutes later I had Tom on the sofa on his knees bent over the back looking out the window and moaning like a bitch as I tongue- fucked his hot daddy hole. His "mostly top" daddy hole, I thought as I spread his cheeks and darted my tongue around the edges of his hole before driving my tongue deep and letting my beard tickle and scratch his exposed ass crack and cheeks. I handed Tom a bottle of poppers and smiled suggesting "Take a big hit, Daddy, 'cuz I'm about to breed your ass and claim it as my hole." "You already claimed it when I first felt that cockhead swell as you dumped your seed in me. That cock is amazing, boy. Give it to Daddy." So that became the norm. Once a month or so I was at Tom and Jerry's place fucking them senseless (always making sure that Jerry got more loads that Tom, if only to make Tom crave it more)...and about once a week, Tom was sneaking over to my place or I was going to his while Jerry was working and putting loads in his ass. Tom was texting me daily, taking pics of his ass and sending them to me, wearing jocks to work and sending me pics to entice me to let him come over. I had a couple other bottoms that I fucked here and there to keep things fresh, the occasional random bottom to try out a new hole (who doesn't love breeding a new butt for the first time?!) but Tom was my regular, steady cumdump. I loved filling him up knowing that he went home and his partner had no idea he had just been ass up on my bed a few miles away spreading his ass cheeks and begging for my load. He was a top at home, but that top was my bottom cumdump. So when I arrived at Tom and Jerry's place to breed Tom (knowing Jerry was out of town) I was surprised to be going into the living room. I'd never been in any room in the house other than the upstairs master bedroom and master bathroom. I entered the living room and immediately my cock thicken in my pants as I saw Tom sitting naked on their L-shaped couch. "Thought we'd try something a little different this time. Why don't you get naked, take a seat here on the couch and let me get my mouth on that thick cock. We have time. Let's enjoy ourselves. I know it was only a different location in their house, but sitting on their couch as Tom was on his knees between my legs slobbering and deep throating I was really fucking turned on. Tom was licking my balls now and I slid down the couch a bit, really giving him room to get in there and worship my nuts. Then Tom's tongue darted lower, leaving my balls behind as he took his hands and put them on my legs, going to raise my legs in the air, exposing my butt. I resisted for a moment and thought 'I'm a total top--I don't do things with my ass. Hell, no one's even licked my ass before and I, well, I should stop him. I mean, I'm a total top'. And then I looked down between my legs at the man who was a total top (except when he was giving up his hole to me to breed and seed), and I saw Tom's thick cock, a cock I've watched fuck and breed Jerry many times - well, almost involuntarily I lifted my legs, allowing Tom to place them on his shoulders. Tom flashed a devilish, hungry grin as he looked me in the eyes then looked back at my butt. He leaned forward, his tongue already escaping his lips. Well, it was clear this was going to be a new experience. Stay tuned for Part II

At this point, this is a fantasy that I hope becomes reality later this year. I played bareback for the past two or three years, but only with PrEP guys, or guys who claimed they were undetectable. A month or so after one of these sessions I came down with what I suspected was the fuck flu. Inwardly I found the thought of having seroconverted to be empowering as I was now on the chase, that I had been gifted by a generous donor, but when I was tested I learned I was still negative. In any event, I decided it wasn't appropriate for me to seroconvert as a consequence of an anonymous donor, as I had decided I wanted, no, needed to know my gifter, and that once gifted, there would be ample time to get multiple loads in my ass. That said, here is what I have in mind as to my seroconversion (and, of course, my potential gifter). Here's to the hope this fantasy becomes a reality. Like me, my prospective gifter was converted as a consequence of having deliberately sought out conversion from someone he knew, indeed, my prospective gifter converted after having prep'd his hole for conversion by means of having used a toothbrush to rough-up the interior of his hole. Like my prospective gifter, I intend to plan in advance, and that I will have purchased a toothbrush for him to use on my hole. As my gifter will be traveling to my area for his birthday, I told him the gift of conversion is the gift I want from him. I have never considered doing this with any other guys, but the thought of receiving his gift excites me. In telling another bottom buddy about this, he said he would possibly up for it also, and in particular he likes the idea of kneeling next to me as both of our holes are brushed in anticipation of each of us being gifted. He and I are both negative chasers. I'm almost exclusively a bottom, but he is more versatile, and is perversely pleased at the prospect of the two of us sharing our last negative loads - after, of course, we have both been gifted at the same time, by the same gifter, meaning we would share our gifter's strain. I can visualize the two of us, side by side, our asses in alignment for the pleasure of our gifter, as we share a deep kiss as the gifter shoots his toxic load in the bottom he decides is most deserving. Of course, after being loaded, the other bottom eats the load from the receiver's ass, and the receiver breeds the other bottom as the gifter recharges, readying himself to gift the second ass. Even if the three-way doesn't work out, will be a great fantasy cum true for me. I'd really love to hear what you think about this fantasy.

Part 2: Want Some Chocolate Sprinkles? “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” Those were the last words the ice cream truck driver had said to me last summer; right after he had collared and chained me inside his truck, drugged me up on Tina, fucked me raw and rough, and bred me deep with his long, thick, black dick. The past several months I have planned work so I could take some leave and have one, long weekend a month where I would dial that number and place my order. The ice cream man’s voice was enough to make my ass cream, buried within the few words he would speak to me each time were the memories: the pair of size 13 boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy the whiff of his cigar how his hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard with skin that was a rich, dark ebony how his gold wedding band flashed brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano on his mandingo instrument how he asked, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick?” then as he placed the leather collar and chain around my neck said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” all that before he stuffed my hole with an ice-pop of his nutt, made me snort Tina before forcing me to lick crystals off his dick and burying some big shards up my ass and finally making my hole open, wet, and sloppy just how he liked it!!! The first time I pulled out his card and debated what to do I thought he was pretty fucking brilliant. The card said, 3-SQUARES CATERING - WE DELIVER ONLY THE HIGHEST QUALITY, FRESHEST MEALS, FOR EVERY OCCASION. Then when I called I asked about seeing him again and he ignored my question and said gruffly, “What the fuck’s your order? When do you want it?” He then blew his stack when I said, “Uh, maybe a baggy of crystal and…” and literally screamed in the phone, “WE DON’T CATER FANCY DINNERS - SO IT’S ALL PAPER PLATES AND PLASTIC!” before dishing out a series of “dumb asses.” I didn’t understand what he meant at all and was pissed that he was pissed like how the fuck would I know what to say or do? Not like he explained before kicking me to the curb with an ass full of nutt. He huffed, then said more calmly, “That’ll be an order of Surf-N-Turf, extra rare, double sauce on the side, with chocolate roll for dessert. Your delivery will be there in 30 to 60 minutes, cash only.” So, from that first order I learned Surf-N-Turf was a small baggy of Tina/crystal (the Surf was - according to my server/delivery man/gigolo - code for Tina on Gilligan’s Island - seemed like a stretch to me but hey); the Turf was one of his boys who would have at least 10 inches (real inches not that fake shit dudes trying to pass off on the internet); that extra rare meant bareback and raw fucking; double sauce on the side meant I would get at least two loads in my ass as the boys were young, hood thugs who could double tap with barely breaking a sweat; and finally the chocolate roll for dessert meant it would be BBC. Maybe he had other races in the mix, but that’s what he offered and what I took and was fucking happy! The second time I called I placed my order without incident and when he asked if my last order had been delivered on time and the meal cooked to my satisfaction my only complaint had been his boy had snorted ⅔ of my baggy of Tina in the hour he was with me fucking. But, my hole ached for days after so if they had been on Yelp it would have been five stars all the way. I had enjoyed the deliveries and never once was disappointed. When I called the second time I was offered the chance to have the same driver deliver as, “he is already in the area,” but I passed and said, “That’s OK, I’ll wait for the next one as I am in no rush.” Every guy the ice cream man sent was rough, thuggish, with a huge dick, tons of sperm, and willing to throw a no-holds-barred fuck. Well worth the time and money. Since they were keeping my hole used and abused, I didn’t focus on the ice cream man anymore, although I still jerked off thinking about that day. Fast forward to spring, April in DC, and it is Cherry Blossom Festival time. While the city is beautiful this time of year all of the fucking tourists drive me crazy. With that said, I still decided to go the final event of the Festival, which was to see the fireworks down on the river right near my condo. The fireworks were scheduled to start at 9:00 p.m., and I got down there about 8:30 to walk around a bit, listen to the live band, see the booths they had set up, and just chill and mingle. I was lost in thought looking at some paintings a local artist was selling under a small tent when a strong hand clamped the back of my neck, squeezed hard, and a faintly familiar, yet clearly drunk/high voice said, “I think it’s about time you start upping on your orders. My pocket’s feeling light.” I turned, my mouth gaped, the hand squeezed harder as the ice cream man’s cigar smoke breath washed over me when he said - loud enough to make people turn and stare - “So bitch, you trying to get that pussy sloppy and filled with black syrup?” In response I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cash and from between the folds of the $20 bills extracted my black credit card and held it up, “Let’s see what’s on the menu tonight!” The ice cream man choked, coughed, sputtered and laughed and in the midst of trying to hold himself together dropped his cigar, which sent him into a fit of swearing, followed by disdained ‘hushes’ from people nearby reminding him there were children about. Once he pulled himself together, the ice cream man looked around and said, “Fuck I hate kids,” gripped my neck and started guiding me through the crowd. He didn’t say a word as we made our way up to Waterfront Street, then he stopped, relit his cigar, took a big puff, and smiled as he waved the lit stogie towards the right. “Boy’s doing alright it seems.” I looked where he pointed and there was his beat up ice cream truck with a younger guy working the window, hustling cones and frozen delights like an expert juggler. “My nephew just got out from doing a dime,” the ice cream man said as he looked at his vending truck. “Bout time he fucking grows up and learns a trade, so now he’s with me. Shit - this life is for the young folks you know what I mean? Time for me to ease out of the game, shift my focus and hustle, spend more time fuckin-loving-and-leaving-pussy-wet then slinging shit. You know what I mean?” I glanced at his nephew, who looked too young to have done 10 years in prison so he must have gone in as a juvenile. He was not handsome in the classic sense by any stretch, but he was masculine as hell and I could see tatts on his face, back of his hands, his arms were covered, and more peeked up through the scoop in his white tank top. He had semi-long dreads and my asshole quivered. I jumped as an insistent finger poked at my hole and the ice cream man laughed, “Fuck, you a dick hungry bitch! I can hear that ass clapping for it already and I ain’t even busted you back open yet. Come on. You tonight’s menu and bout time my nephew learns a new hustle.” I followed the ice cream man to the back of the truck. He threw open the door, climbed in, I went up the two-steps behind him, and paused as he said slammed his hand down on the cooler, “Time to go. Shut the shit down.” His nephew looked to him, to me, then started to object, but the ice cream man was having none of it, “ I SAID SHUT THE SHIT DOWN. YOU - THERE - GET THE FUCK BACK FROM MY TRUCK UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET RUN OVER. GET NOW. GET!!” The nephew gave me a dirty look as he hustled out the back and amidst the cries from kids saying, “Daddy I want an ice cream!” picked up their display boards, tethered the window shut, made the final adjustments, and hopped back in as his Uncle revved the engine and turned on the soundtrack. The musical chimes still sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. “Let me drive. You go deal with - with whatever the fuck that is,” the nephew said as he fought his Uncle for the seat and steering wheel while glaring at me. The ice cream man laughed, dropped his cigar stub on the metal floor and stomped it out, then said, “Fucking fine. Just get us out of here. Go - hell I don’t give a shit where. Go to the reup drop. That’ll work.” The ice cream truck belched, revved, and swayed back and forth as it slowly wound its way out of the crowds and towards M Street SW. By the time we hit M Street, I was naked, with a collar around my neck, and a pair of leather cuffs on my wrists that were connected with chains like I was in a prison transport. The ice cream man took the chain hanging down my back from the collar and looped it through the chain connecting my wrists before reaching up and snapping the end into a metal eye hook suspended in the ceiling. I was facing forward - my arms suspended now - and kept meeting the nephew’s gaze as he looked in the rearview mirror trying to figure out what the fuck his Uncle was doing. Each gasp from my throat when his Uncle would roughly jam a shard of Tina up my ass would make his eyes flit my way, then quickly back to the road as we made our way into Northeast DC. By the time the ice cream truck halted, and the nephew set it in park, turned the engine off, then stood up to join us, my ass was stuffed with Tina and frozen nutt like I was a damn Piñata. Except the candy would take an awful long, big bat to find and I couldn’t wait to get busted open. “That pussy still good?” the ice cream man asked me. I almost purred as the Tina sloughed away inside my burning rectum. “Slide your dick up in there boy,” the ice cream man said to his nephew as he pointed at my stuffed ass. The nephew shook his head in objection, “Naw man Unc, I ain’t no fag and shit.” His Uncle laughed, “Boy I know you had them faggies on their knees swallowing that joint when you were inside and bred them every chance you got. So don’t be fronting with me now.” The nephew paused to think and consider, “Well yeah, but it wasn’t like that. On the inside that’s just how shit goes. Don’t mean nothing.” The ice cream man gave my white ass a big smack, spun me back around as I stood on the balls of my feet trying not to swing too far, “Right, and don’t mean nothing out here neither. I love your auntie. You know I been to hell and back with that woman, but fuck, I can’t even get her to touch my dick any more let alone give it up. These white asses like this - they serve the purpose just fine. Lesson #1, don’t get wrapped up in no drama with some side chick because they will fuck your business up. Trust me. That’s nothing you ever want to bring home and your girl/wife will always find out - always. Lesson #2, his ass is pussy. Pink pussy eager for BBC ain’t that right? When I say get lost you gone. Ain’t that right? When I say lick my fucking ass your tongue be flapping. Ain’t that right? When I say show me them stackz and buy my product, you be asking how thick do I want them and give me the entire fucking menu. Ain’t that right?” I eagerly said, “YES SIR!” to it all. The schooling continued, “Lesson #3, target them DILFs, especially them white professional guys who all clean cut during the workday but on the weekends and when the lights down, they the freakiest of the bunch. Ain’t that right?” the ice cream mean asked. Like I really needed to responded hanging naked from a chain as I was. He went on, “They got the cash to spend. This truck? It’s a hustle. That dope we sling? It’s a hustle. Snag and grab them wallets that willing to take some dick on the side too, now that’s a double hustle.” The ice cream man smacked my ass hard then said, “Tell my nephew here what your favorite take out order is?” I easily recited it, “Surf-N-Turf, extra rare, double sauce on the side, with chocolate roll for dessert.” The ice cream man laughed, smacked me again, and then asked, “And what you trying to order today?” as he waved by credit card around. “Double of everything?” I asked. He laughed again and replied, “Well, let’s start with that and see where things go.” Shit. I was always up for a little fun, but maybe this was more than I was ready for. My thoughts about trying to back out were interrupted as the ice cream man tossed a couple of baggies of Tina towards his nephew before inspecting his box, then turned and said, “Now you two go on ahead and get on it while I go inside to the reup and hook up with the boys. Lesson #4, the key to this double hustle is you got to get your shit hard and ready in 30 seconds flat with no sucking or help from them cause sometimes you only got a minute to get in there and dump that load. That’s what they all want - feeling that mandingo monster burning their hole and wetting it up with baby batter. You can try to fake that shit, but trust, to get the repeat ass you gotta drop some chunks. That’s just good customer service.” The nephew shook his head trying to take it all in as he leaned back against one of the coolers, lit a cigarette, then started to rearrange the baggies like little plastic soldiers being lined up for a battle. His Uncle lit a fresh cigar and just as he got to the back door he turned and said, “And boy, lesson #5 - you ain’t never the bitch and no money in the world is worth flipping. Remember you the top dawg - always! They’re the bitches and can always tell when a top be faking and ain’t nothing more than a bitch with a strap on. You remember them Pit Bulls your granddaddy used to breed and train up? You remember how he always strapped the bitch down so the best fighters could mount her and knock her up with puppies? Just like that. This hustle ain’t about being sweet and precious and all that shit. It’s about raw, rough fucking and you getting your nutt and them filling your wallet.” His lessons done, the ice cream man stepped down out of the truck, closed the door, and left me alone with his nephew. The nephew exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke, casually tapped his ash onto the floor of the ice cream truck, then set the still it cigarette on the edge of the ice cream cooler. I couldn’t help but think there must laws against that kind of shit right? Food service rules and all? Yet this was a drug dealer’s truck so I guess the bigger risk was mixing up powdered sugar for the waffle cones with a bag of cocaine or some shit. He pulled open one of the baggies, dumped some rock on the stainless cooler top, grabbed a spoon from one of those plastic silverware caddies with holes in it, and started to crush the rock up. He reached in his pocket; pulled out a motley mix of bills and cards, found a card he liked, and started to use that to scoop the crushed crystal into lines. He then reached up on a shelf, grabbed a box, pulled out a razor blade, and continued to cut the rock down into snortable bits. Satisfied, he grabbed a straw from a box on the corner, tore the paper cover off and tossed the remnants to the side, laid the straw on the counter and cut it with the razor, then bent over and snorted a couple big lines. “You sure you should be snorting that?” I asked, “Won’t you get Tina dick?” The nephew wiped his nose, squinted, set the straw down, unbuckled his pants and let his monster out. He wasn’t wearing underwear and I could smell his ripe, rank, musty balls and unwashed dick head from where I was. I inhaled the man musk as he stroked it once - twice - then BINGO! His long dick stiffened right up to a hefty 10+inches. He grinned at me with a ‘fuck you’ smirk, then snorted some more. “Hey, what about me? Don’t I get some too?” I asked. The nephew took a couple shuffled steps towards me, his pants still down around his ankles, his hard dick making me spin on the chain as he steered past me. He reached up, unlatched the chain from the eyehook. I rotated my shoulders to get the blood flowing in my arms and walked over to the counter, grabbed the straw with my cuffed/chained hands, and bent over and snorted the fresh crush. I stood up, started to wipe my nose, then got startled as the nephew was now right behind me, both hands holding my neck, his fingers squeezing between my flesh and the leather collar, “So is my Uncle right? You just want to get it raw, rough, and deep? Want some jail dick? Want to be fucked like a prison bitch? Make you take this dick!” I grunted as he pushed his dick head into my puckered hole, which was clenched tight from the crystal shards his Uncle had put in there. The nephew swore, pulled back, spit on his hand but I stopped him, “No - fuck it dry. I want to feel it push through then once you in, it’ll be wet - I promise.” The black dick was back at my hole, more forcefully, and the nephew asked, “Why will it be wet? You already been fucked?” I laughed, “No, your Uncle shoved one of his nutt-pops in there. Said he likes sloppy pussy.” I yelped a little as his dry dick split my hole, pushed in, then went rigid as he tore through and spread my guts open in one, deep stroke. “Oh yeah,” he said, “Wet, sloppy pussy. Juicy. Bend the fuck over, let me long dick that hole,” my new deliveryman said. I was happy to oblige and closed my eyes and relished the feel of his pounding as my hole got worked. Far too soon he pulled up, yanked his dick out, grabbed the collar and stood me up and handed me a plastic tub and said, “Squat and let that shit out. I want that pussy dry now so all you feel is my nutt.” I did as I was told and watched as he kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and pulled his t-shirt off. His chest and torso were covered in tatts but they were fucked up looking and all scarred, ridged, like the skin/ink was half missing in places. The nephew rubbed his hands over his body, “Jailhouse shit. Dirty needle I guess, they got infected.” Christ. While it was a little hard moving around inside the ice cream truck, in nothing flat the nephew had put a couple of cardboard boxes down on the floor, and stomped on them flat - his big dawg feet nails clicking on the metal floor as he pushed me down onto my stomach. “Arch that back bitch,” he said as his young dick split my hole dry, raw, and rough. I tried grabbing at the leather collar with one hand to try to ease his pull when he slapped my head, yanked back on the collar harder, and angled his dick to the right - left - then straight in deep. “YEAH MY UNCLE WAS RIGHT. JUST LIKE JAIL. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THIS DICK. YOU DON’T WANT TO WAKE YOUR CELLIE OR LET THE GUARDS HEAR. YOU WANT SOME BABIES? SOME PRISON DICK BABIES? YEAH YOU A GOOD FUCKED UP BITCH - FAGGOT FOR MY BLACK DICK - HUNGRY PUSSY THAT I’M MAKING WET. CATCH THIS NUTT - PUSH THAT ASS BACK - CATCH THIS NUTT - 30 SECOND NUTT COMING THROUGH, READY TO FLOOD THEM GUTS, FILL YOU UP - LEAVE YOU DRIPPING. FUCK YEAH, SHOOTING IN YOU RAW YOU NASTY SLUT - PRISON SLUT - TAKE IT - TAKE IT - GRRRRR….” BBC cum was dripping out of my hole and puddling on the cardboard beneath me. The ice cream man’s nephew had just bred me raw, yet he was not done. Having snorted the remainder of the crushed up Tina, he yanked me up by the collar, had me sit u on the ice cream cooler and lean back so he could lift my legs up on his arms, then he slammed back in. When his Uncle opened the door and stepped in a minute later, his nephew didn’t pause a stroke, and beat it harder and faster and let his Uncle watch as he dumped another load. “TAKE THIS FUCKING LOAD - GOOD PRISON TRADE PUSSY RIGHT HERE - HUSTLE THAT SHIT - TRADE THAT PUSSY FOR CIGARETTES. YOU TRYING TO GET PIMPED? YEAH YOU ARE. I’M YOUR BOSS AND YOU WILL DO WHAT THE FUCK I SAY - OPEN THAT PINK PUSSY UP - OPEN THAT UP - LET ME NUTT IT UP AGAIN. HERE YOU GO - HERE YOU GO - PRISON DICK IN THAT DILF ASS - FUCKING PUSSY ASS - FUCKING….AAAAAAHHHH - YYYEEESSS!” Having satisfied his need, the nephew promptly yanked his dick out, dropped my legs, and laughed as I scrambled not to fall off the cooler. My hands being chained was making it touch as I twisted, turned, and tried to find a dignified way to dismount. “WHERE THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU GOING?” the ice cream man bellowed as he set his cigar firmly between his teeth, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his whopper. “YOU KNOW I LIKE SLOPPY PUSSY AND I GOT SOME HOT CHOCOLATE SAUCE RIGHT HERE FOR YOU. COME ON BOY; HOLD HIS LEGS BACK UP SO I CAN STUFF IT FULL OF SPRINKLES AGAIN. FREE LESSON FOR YOU - JAM THOSE BIG SHARDS DEEP AND SCRATCH IT UP - MAKES THAT PUSSY TWITCH AND CONVULSE AND FUCKS THEM RIGHT UP AND THEIR TRAPS GET SO HUNGRY THEY LET YOU RAPE FUCK IT HOW YOU WANT. AIN’T THAT RIGHT?” I could only moan as I leaned back against the ice cream truck wall, lost in the sensations of the cold cooler under my body while thick fingers stuffed me with Tina and set my ass on fire. “HHHMMMM - YES - TWO SCOOPS HOLE FULL OF FUDGE NUTT,” the ice cream man said as he parted my ass lips and eased in, “HERE BOY, KEEP THIS SMOKE GOING FOR ME WHILE GIVE HIM ANOTHER FLAVOR.” His nephew took his cigar and set it between his teeth and huffed and puffed on it while he stroked his dick back to readiness as he watched his Uncle bang me. “GET THE FUCK OFF THERE. I WANT YOU TO BEND OVER AND SHOW ME THAT HOLE SO I CAN FIND THAT THIRD HOLE,” the ice cream man growled. I was roughly dragged off the cooler, turned around, slammed face down and bent over and howled in pain as he started to brutal fuck me. OK, well in honesty not ‘pain’ really - discomfort, sure - but I knew he liked it when he thought it was hurting. “THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT. NO MERCY AT ALL. JUST SLAM THE FUCK IN - GO DEEP - AND PULL OUT AND SLAM BACK IN. GOTTA KEEP SHIT MOVING AND DON’T HAVE TIME TO FUCKING WALK IN THE PARK. LEAVE THEM SORE, HURT, AND FILLED WITH NUTT AND THEY BE CALLING FOR DELIVERIES MORE THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE. WHY? CAUSE NO ONE ELSE FUCKS THEM LIKE THIS. THEY MIGHT GET OTHER DICK - BUT NOT HOOD DICK - NOT ROUGH DICK - NOT DICK THAT WILL TAKE IT WITH FORCE AND USE THEIR ASS WITHOUT GIVING A FUCK ABOUT HOW THEY FEEL. AIN’T THAT RIGHT?” I could only mumble a week, “Yes Sir,” as he blended those Tina rocks into my guts and prepped my hole for another breeding. “PUSH BACK NOW, TRY TO FIGHT IT, THAT’S IT FUCKING SLOPPY BITCH ASS - THAT’S IT - FEEL THAT GOOD GOOD SLAMMING YOU - FEEL THAT BBC SWELLING - FEEL ME POLLINATING THAT ASS WITH MY SEED - FEEL ME ADDING A PINT OF HOT SYRUP - OH YEAH - HERE IT GOES - RIGHT IN THAT HOLE - RIGHT IN THAT HOLE - CHOCO VANILLA SWIRL, MY FUCKING FAVORITE!” Having shown his nephew how to drop that nutt on the hustle, the ice cream man pulled out his milk crate, sat down, leaned back, and puffed on his cigar. When his nephew frantically grabbed my hips, dug his nails in and slammed back into me with all his might, in a frantic, desperate need to cum once more the iced cream man just laughed and said, “There you go my man. The torch has been passed to a new generation.” About 60-seconds later more BBC-family nutt was running down my leg as the ice cream man stuck the end of his cigar into my cummy/Tina filled hole, scooped it out, then smacked his lips as he huffed again. He looked at me and said, “I WANT TO SEE HOW HUNGRY THAT ASS IS - YOU EVER TAKEN 12 INCHES? 13? IT’S ONLY A BIT BIGGER. WELL A BIT LONGER ANYWAYS. THICK AS MY WRIST THOUGH. I BET YOU CAN. NO CHOICE REALLY - MORE LIKE YOU WILL TAKE IT. HEY BOY, CRUSH UP SOME MORE OF THAT SHIT, LET’S PACK THAT CHUTE, THEN GO IN AND TELL THE GUYS HE’S READY.” Still smacking his ass pussy flavored cigar the ice cream man stood up, grabbed my chains, hooked me back to the ceiling, then reached into a box and pulled out a rag and stuffed it in my mouth. He grinned then said, “I THINK YOU MAY SCREAM ON THESE ONES, BUT THAT’S COOL - TRY - TOLD THEM THIS WAS A NO LIMITS FUCK. YOU WANT SOME MORE SPRINKLES?” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Hey, I'm Tawnie! A 'lil CD Cum Slut; I recently got a new supplier, and judging by this last weekend looks like its going to be a great business relationship! This is a true account from last Saturday, April 15 2017; just didn't know where else it belonged... I've got a new connect, David, a cool guy and not hard to look at in the least! I had been invited to hang around before and didn't do much more than smoke out and watch porn. But this particular Saturday I was broke and kinda Jones'n; so I called David, and well I just sorta beat around the bush for a bit until finally he asked how much I was wanting... I confessed that I was broke but eager to get "up" and had been terribly horny All day (hint-hint). David being the nice guy he is said, "come on over the first bowl is on me; the rest you can figure out while you do whatever you can till daylight." Hmmm, the gears started turning! I went to make sure all was good with my twat and got over to David's in just about 20 minutes! He exclaimed, "you are anxious aren't you!" I sheepishly giggled, "yeah!" He loaded the bowl he had promised and as he handed to me he said, " make yourself at home; do what you want to to encourage my clientele to share, but make it a fair trade. No mooching!" I agreed to the terms and smoke the bowl he had loaded, getting excited thinking about what may happen this evening... He offered me the adjoining room to his office which had a couch, a mattress on the floor in the middle of the room, a small table, and a Giant flat screen playing non-stop porn! I called it the Fun Spot for the night!!! David asked me if I wanted him to help me by advertising my hole for trade to all Cummers? And of course I said, "yes sir please!" So every one that contacted him for business got a short bit on what was available this Saturday; my little Cum Hole for breeding, just keep me spun!!! So I hiked up my skirt, pulled my panties down over my little ass and bent over the couch ass towards the office, lubed my hole, started watching porn and waited... After maybe 30-40 minutes I heard David go to the door and open it, as he did I could hear the voices of at least 2 others talking to David! They started to get to business and I heard one of the guys ask, "so that's the cock hole?" David allowed I was; while I started to work my ass letting them know I was eager for Cock! I heard one of them enter the room and felt a warm hand on my ass, and immediately felt it go for my hole! I arched back to show my enthusiasm; and I could hear what sounded like a torch being fired up. The owner of the hand was handing me a pipe that had just been handed to him; I glanced back and said, "thank you" As he handed me the pipe he asked, "fair trade for me and my friends?" I wasn't sure how many there were; and didn't care i just said, "y'all get what you want I'm gonna smoke this while you get busy!" I love, Love having Cock in my hole while I'm smoking; makes me deliciously wicked!!! One of them asked, " condoms?" to which I replied, "don't have any..." they just kind of looked at each other for a minute until the one farthest away pushed the the others aside and got behind me and as I went back to the pipe I heard a zipper. I excitedly started wiggling my my ass and pushed back! He met me and slid what felt like a pretty big cock head across my twat a few times, until I felt it in just the right spot and pushed back and took all of; must have been at least 7" of hard throbbing Cock!!! He liked that action and told his buddies, " got a hot little horny Cum Hole here boys!" That's all I needed; and I was grinding back on him for all I was worth! While I was fucking back on the Cock in my twat I felt more hands on my ass; as the owner to the Cock buried up in me started to growl and thrust, shoving every centimeter into my hungry little hole. Then he growls Loud and long and I can feel him swell inside me as he spunks my little Cock Slot for a good 2 minutes; then pulls out with a sloppy sound and says, "next!" * to be continued

1985 As an only child, I was dreading college only because I'd be sharing a dorm room with some stranger. I'd never spent the night with somebody else sleeping only a few feet away. This would suck. I moved into the little concrete cell on the 4th floor with just a few boxes and a giant suitcase. I got there first and tried really hard to pick which side I wanted to be on. I decided it made no difference, and just plopped down on he left side. I made the bed and put away my clothes and waited to see who would be walking through the door. Nobody. It had been a long day, a long drive and I finally just stretched on on the bed and took a nap. "HELLO!" I sat up awake and saw my new roommate barging through the door with giant black trash bags full of his stuff. He disappeared and then came back with a giant boom box and a portable TV. He just piled it all in the middle of the floor and stripped down to his underwear. "It's so hot -- even for August". "Yeah", was all I had to add. "I'll clean this all up, but right now I just need to relax a minute". He was lying in his bed and I found myself staring at his almost-naked body. He was super tall and long...with almost no meat on his bones. He had really large feet with the longest toes I'd ever seen. Hid hair was scruffy and but not quite what you'd call "overgrown". I also noticed he had tons of severe scars. He had one scar that went from right below his ear, down his neck and across his chest where it met up with other wicked scars. Weird. There was also a really fat bulge in his jockey briefs which I just had to ignore. This was my roommate, after all. He eventually got up and started organizing his shit. He didn't finish everything, but most of it looked okay. It was orientation week and I figured there was enough time to settle in properly. "I'm Cole, by the way. I'm from Omaha". "I'm Tim. I'm from Topeka," I replied. I thought we'd shake hands, but he was already concentrating on getting dressed and grooming his hair. "It's early, man. I'm going to go cruise the sororities and find some drunken sluts". "Have fun", was all I said. "I always do". And he was gone. I all of the sudden felt homesick -- so I called home. I needed to hear my mom's voice just for a minute or two. She put my dad on the phone, and he asked about the drive and my gas mileage. We started to talk but the noise in the hallway was deafening. What the hell? I told him I'd call back in a few days and hung up. There was a party on my floor. Guys were hooting and laughing -- and it felt like something I should join. There was a keg right there on the carpet and people were pumping out beer into red plastic cups. I'd had exactly three beers in my whole life and gotten really sick, but I was older now. In college. So I started chugging it right along with my new neighbors. I met a few guys and made some decent conversation somehow. After the fourth cup of beer, I realized I was still a novice and should probably go back to my room. I turned off the light and got undressed. Everything was spinning. I was on a wild ride of alcohol and just had to endure it until sleep. The spinning stopped and my stomach settled. "YOU'RE IN BED ALREADY??!!" Cole was back from his adventures. I sat up and adjusted my vision to the light he'd rudely turned on. "How ere the sororities? " "Great! I got blown and and even a hand-job later. I almost passed out. I swear girls will go for any guy as long as he's tall. No offense. (I was what you might call 'short')." "None taken. Cool". "Are you too tired to talk a bit. I don't know much about you. Tim, right?" THE FOLLOWING CONVERSATION IS ALMOST VERBATIM: "Well, I'm 18 and on a partial academic scholarship. I want to major in journalism or maybe English". "Wow. So you're smart? Know anything about incest? My dad used to fuck his little brother when he was a kid. And his older brother fucked him at the same time. They all shared the same tiny bedroom and just all fucked all the time". Holy shit! I was hearing this. "He told you all this?" "Yeah. He was a big drunk and used to keep me up all night talking and crying". I silently hoped he was an only child, but then he added "I think he might have fucked my little sister, or tried to. Can't blame him, really. She had huge tits at age 12. I probably would have tried to get a piece of her, but she bugged the shit out of me. She turned out to be a whore anyway". "Did your dad give you all those scars?" "Nah. I was in a car accident last year...a bad one. I was on the operating table for almost ten hours. You'd think I would have had one of them 'near death experiences' but I don't remember any. The good thing is they saved my life.....the bad thing is that I got HIV from the blood transfusion". I was shocked. I didn't know much about the disease, but I knew it was a big deal. "I'm sorry", was all I could say. "It's OK. I just have the HIV, but I don't have AIDS or anything. I'm fine". And then he turned off the light, stripped and went to bed. We said a few more things, but sleep was overtaking him and he started snoring. I, however, stayed awake for two hours. At least. Over the next few weeks we went through classes and homework and developed a routine. Sort of. He didn't seem all that interested in school. He wanted to go out all night and cruise for pussy, and then, during the daytime he'd lie in bed and beat off to his huge collection of porn magazines. He never even tried to hide it. I saw his enormous hard-on so many times that first month. I liked looking at it, but I never once watched him ejaculate. That seemed too intimate. He always wanted to talk (once his dick got too sore to stroke any longer, I guess). I'd talk about my classes and how nervous I was about midterms, but all he ever really wanted to discuss was fucking. "I almost got laid the other night by this chick at Chi Omega, but she got freaked out by my scars...and my big dick, I guess. I think I'm starting to get bad reputation around here". "Why?" "I don't know, man. I guess I told my operation story too much. Or maybe it's because I'm ugly. Look at me -- if you were a girl, would you let me fuck you?" "Yes", I said way too fast. He sat and thought for a minute. "Good to know. Thanks". I'll cut to the chase here: He ended up asking me if I'd let him screw me in the butt. I agreed only because he didn't have AIDS after all...only HIV. As desperate as he was to get off, he had a lot of conditions for this event. I had to lay down on my stomach with my face in a pillow. Also, I couldn't talk or make any sounds. He didn't want to hear a guy's voice. I of course signed off on all of this. But then nothing happened. Not for days and days. And then one late night I had fallen asleep reading my history book with just a tiny lamp over head. Cole walked into our room looking dejected. I dropped my book and turned over on my stomach. Did he even notice I was still awake? Would he do it tonight? My face was in the pillow, but I turned a bit to see him take off his clothes and grab the giant bottle of lotion he used to masturbate with. I expected him to turn off my lamp so he could pretend he wasn't with a guy, but he left it on. And then he silently climbed on my back. "You have no hair back here. I like it". Then I heard the lotion bottle's pump. He was lubing up his penis. And then a thick finger started pushing some of the liquid into my ass. I'd forgotten how big his hands were, It hurt, but I didn't make a sound. This was it. Wow. It was really about to happen. My first sex. I was all excited until that fat head started to push in. I wanted to cry out, but buried my face deeper into the pillow. "Holy fucking shit -- it's so tight." "You're a goddamn virgin. I'll go as slow as I can, OK?" He inched his way into my gut, and I probably whimpered a bit. "Fuck, I'm all the way in. Most girls can't take it this far. I'm close". He started pumping away and I have to admit it felt really nice. Part of my pleasure came from knowing I was with a man I genuinely liked. Or loved. He was quickly moving toward a climax...and then he was there. I thought I'd feel his sperm shoot through me, but I didn't. He stayed still on my back for a minute. And then he stood up. "You can turn over now, Tim." I did. And I saw his full, naked, scarred frame towering over me. I reached out and touched his hip and said "Thank you, Cole." He seemed confused and a little lost. "Can I sleep next to you tonight? No rules. You can talk". I moved over as he moved against me. Surprisingly, he was into cuddling and nuzzling. It dawned on me that he had never had any real affection. We embraced and a drifted off to sleep. That began a long month of the us having sex almost every night. His rules changed. He didn't mind fucking me face to face anymore. And he let me kneel between his legs and suck him off. I even got the chance to massage his big feet and put his toes in my mouth. We kept it up until semester break when he announced that he'd flunked out and was moving back to Omaha. I barely had time to process this change when he suddenly disappeared. I didn't have a photo of him or a phone number. But what I DID have was his virus inside of my body forever. "

Want Some Chocolate With Sprinkles?: The thwump-thwump-thwump of Marine 1, the President’s helicopter and its two escorts, echoed down the river as it made its way to Andrews Air Force Base. I was walking home from work and approaching Banneker Overlook in Southwest, Washington, DC, where I got a great view of the three choppers flying low, appearing to weave in and out of the numerous construction cranes at the river’s edge that marked the new Wharf Development. It was another hot and blistering day in DC – the 10th in a row in the high 90s and I was anxious to get home, get out of my sweat drenched work clothes, and relax with a cold drink by the air conditioner. As I descended the other side of the Overlook, I heard the musical chimes of one of the neighborhood’s ice cream trucks, although this one sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. A nice big ice cream cone sounded really good right about then and with this heat I bet they were doing a hell of a business. I started along the sidewalk beside Maine Avenue, casually looking over the numerous tour buses that park there before venturing back out to pick up the latest flock of tourists. Near the end of the line of buses, parked by the largest shade tree on the block, was the ice cream truck I had heard earlier and I licked my lips in anticipation of a sweet treat. When I got closer I noticed a pair of boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy. About 20 feet away I caught a whiff of a cigar, a strong one, and now noticed a light haze of smoke working its way around the tree and my curiosity grew. I slowed my pace, heard a manly cough, hack, then spit, a growl and “MOTHER FUCK!” repeated several times. The last one was being spat out as I rounded the tree and saw the man frantically brushing at his bare chest with his right hand while waving his left hand around with the cigar in in trying to keep his balance on the milk crate he was sitting on. He saw me standing there, let out a long, low laugh and said, “About burned my nipple off – Jesus fucking Christ – been looking forward to this cigar all damn day – now look at that, singed my chest hair right off – fucking Christ.” I smiled, not sure what to say, and watched as he settled himself back on the crate, leaned against the ice cream truck and started puffing on his cigar again. I couldn’t help but stare as at this big black man, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and basketball shorts, sitting on the side of the street like he was King Shit. His hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard, but the rest of him seemed fairly smooth, although it was hard to tell as his skin was a rich, dark ebony and any hair would have been matted down by the sheen of sweat that covered him. The boots he had on looked about size 13 and the cum pig bottom in me started to squeal OINK OINK. My eyes started to go back up his body and stopped – his left hand was now resting on his left thigh, a gold wedding band flashing brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano. No, not a piano, a pipe, a big, long pipe, because I watched what was clearly a monster dick started to lengthen in his shorts and I was sure any moment the head would peak out like a newborn babe. “Eyes up here,” the man said, breaking me out of my fantasy mind and embarrassing me that I got caught. “Even with those fucking shades on I can tell you eyeing my shit, so speak the fuck up. I ain’t got time for games, say what you want.” I was taken aback by his frankness and sputtered, “I uhh… ice cream… you know it’s hot as shit out here and I thought some ice cream would be good right about now.” The man continued to stroke his shaft with his fingers in rhythm to a tune only he could hear, or maybe it was in time with the hum of the ice cream truck’s motor that was running the cooler. He puffed on his cigar, grunted as he stood up, grabbed his milk crate, and walked to the back of the truck. “Well come on. I believe I got just what you’re looking for. I looked both ways up and down the sidewalk, nervous, but horny as hell and I wanted some dick, so I followed him to the back, grabbed the side, stepped up the two steps into the back of the ice cream truck and a little forward to make room for him to follow. The back door closed, locked, I quickly looked to the front and saw the back end of one of the buses. The ice cream man laughed, “Don’t worry man. You scared? Naw I didn’t think so and no one can see. Anyways, my dudes being playing cards and shit and they know better than to bother me if the truck be rocking, you understand?” I nodded, hoping I did. “Last chance – say what you want,” he ordered. It was now or never so I straightened my shoulders back a little, took off my sunglasses, looked up into his dark eyes and said, “I want to suck your dick for you, then let you fuck me hard and rough and deep and blow your load up my ass.” The ice cream truck driver coughed, blowing cigar smoke out as he laughed. He shook his head, smiled, “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick? Get those fucking pants off and let me see whatcha working with. I’m a man who likes a big old melon ass, not some little peach shit. Hot damn! That’s right, your ass got some meat to it, bend that shit over, time for a taste test.” I finished stripping and bent forward over the ice cream cooler as the ice cream man started to paw at my ass cheeks. I rested my elbows on the cold steel of the cooler tops as he spread my cheeks open and started flicking his tongue side to side and up and down my ass crack. “Fuck me, fuck me,” I begged as his thick tongue found the edges of my hole.” He paused, inhaled deep, smacked his lips and said, “Oh fuck you bet I’m going to, but first I plan to taste all 31 flavors. Before we begin though, stand up.” I stood up, grabbed my now hard dick, and was beating it as I looked at his now naked body. OH MY GOD HIS DICK WAS HUGE! I wanted it so bad and asked him again to fuck me, but he ignored me, opened a cupboard on the other side of truck pulled out a box, then squatted down, reached in, pulled out two more boxes, stood up, then set the boxes on the other counter. He opened the first one, pulled out a leather collar and a thick chain and held it up. I tilted my head in question as he sucked on his cigar, set it back in an ashtray and said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” I shivered a little as the cold links of the chain fell down my back and he laced the leather collar around my neck. Maybe now he would fuck me. But no. He looped the end of the chain through the handle on the ice cream cooler and padlocked it, opened the other boxes and started pulling out baggies of pills, marijuana, little vials and needles, and other shit I had no idea what it was. The next box he opened he pulled several aluminum foil wrapped bunches out, set them down, gently opened one, and a stack of money peered through. He then crossed in front of me, opened the cooler door on the end, reached down, stood up and said, “Bend over.” I did, my heart almost burst with joy as I was going to get fucked, but it was not his dick that pushed at my hole. I cried out as something very fucking cold and pointy forced its way into my ass, the cold making me clench my hole did not stop him. “Cum shouldn’t be wasted,” he said, “This is one of my nuttsicles – grade A, premium black beef, nutt. And that’s hardly half of what I shoot at a time. My balls fucking put out, which is good, because I like my bitches’ asses to be dripping and sloppy.” My ass clenched and my guts shuddered from the inside out and the ice cream man just laughed. He then tossed a baggy of white powder on the cooler beside me, unwrapped one of his stacks of bills, snapped the rubberband off, slid a bill off the top and rubbed it between his hands a couple times, then rolled it into a little straw and handed it to me with the 100 mark showing. Holy fuck – if that whole stack was hundred dollar bills he must have thousands of dollars there! The ice cream man knew what I was thinking apparently as he chuckled, patted the stack and said, “What the fuck? You think I make stacks like this selling tootie fruity and fudge pops? You tripping. I got the best delivery service in town. Me and my boys sling dope, pills, juice, crack, whatever you need we got and if I don’t got it, I can get it. Cops don’t bother me none, I’m just the ice cream man you know? And on the streets, well no one fucks with me either as they know my boys and I pack firepower, but they also need what I bring to the table. See all these fucking buses? They come down here every day from New York City and shit and they sure don’t make their cash from hauling old blue haired tourists around. They haul what I need straight down 95. My shit’s the best. Now that you know the 411, snort some shit up because I’m about ready to bang you the fuck out!” I looked at the baggy, looked at him, my ass clenched. “I’ve not done shit like that in a really long long time, I mean I don’t mind if you do, but I can’t. Work and all.” The ice cream man stepped closer, his right hip pressing against my side feeling hot like a furnace. He shook his head, grabbed the baggy, handed the 100 to me and said, “You WILL snort, sip, take whatever the fuck I say. I like fucking bitches that be high and we got a few hours before I have to meet my crew and make some deliveries, so be good, obey, and do what THE FUCK I SAY!” I nodded, took the baggy and 100 and hit the powder. FUCK THAT BURNED! “Other side too,” he said and then continued, “You won’t find Tina like that any place else in the city. I got the best shit.” He held up another bag, this one full of little shards and pieces, he pulled a chunk out, reached down and pushed it into the gaping piss slit in the head of his dick. “FUCK YEAH THAT’S A GOOD BURN,” he said, as he took another and plopped it under his tongue. He then grabbed two large chunks, turned me around, and using two fingers and his thumb shoved the shards into my chilled ass. Once they were just inside my hole he used his index finger to push them in further. The ice cream man then spit on his dick, once, twice, and got it nice and slimy. He then took the bag of powder, pulled some out between his fingers and dribbled it over his wet dick. “Every big chocolate cone should have sprinkles on it, don’t you think? You like sprinkles? I want you to get down on your fucking knees and lick every sprinkle off my dick, don’t miss a one.” I had to adjust the collar and chain a little, but it was long enough so I could obey and soon I was slurping on his Tina covered dick like it was an XL Frosty at Wendys. “Let me hear you smack those lips on my meat, spit that shit up – now swallow those sprinkles – ha ha oh fuck, you got powdered lips now – good bitch cock sucker – bet that throat is nice and relaxed, you feeling the shit yet? Oh yeah, I can tell, you a greedy little cock sucker. Open your mouth, let me feel you wet the whole motha-fuckin thing. FUCK YEAH, REST MY BALLS ON YOUR CHIN – TRY SWALLOWING MY SHIT, WORK MY DICK WITH THAT THROAT!” Drool was running out the sides of my mouth and as the Tina kicked in I was hungrier than ever and wanted more. I spat his dick out, stood up, panting hard as mouth juice ran down my chin and onto my chest. I looked at him all wild eyed and he stepped back, laughed, reached into a box and pulled out a plastic bottle. “This here is my home-made lube. We’re about to set that ass on fire! Bend over and show me how you want it.” I turned around, planted my hands firmly on top of the ice cream freezer, the chill of the cold steel in sharp contrast to the blazing inferno that began to spread from the tender edges of my asshole, deeper into my guts as the ice cream man fingered me hard and rough with his homemade lube. I started to pant, what the fuck was in that shit? He dangled another baggy in front of me, “See these monster shards? I’ll plant a few more of these up, twirl it all up with my meat, and top that sunday off with some frothy whip cream and a busted cherry from that third hole!!” I started to push back and ride his fingers as he forced the shards of Tina deeper into me. Even though it felt like I was being blasted with rock salt, the high I was on overrode any common sense and told me the pain I was feeling was nothing compared to the joy to come. “YOU WANT THIS DICK? WANT MY KNOT? LET ME HEAR YOU BEG FOR IT FUCKER. BEG TO GET FUCKED, BEG TO GET USED, BEG FOR MY CHOCOLATE NUTT,” the ice cream man said. I bounced my ass around and pushed it back as far as I could while still bending over the cooler. I begged, pleaded, and was frustrated as hell as my need to get fucked was overwhelming. The only warning I had he was ready was a quick “TAKE IT BITCH,” before the ice cream man pushed against my shivering hole and punched his dick head through my first ass ring, and started banging at the second like a warrior attacking a castle’s walls. “FUCKING CHRIST – THAT SHIT IS TIGHT – NOT FOR LONG THOUGH, GOING TO LOOSEN THAT HOLE, MAKE IT FLOWER, OPEN THOSE PUSSY LIPS THEN SPRINKLE IT WITH MY LUV AND LITTLE RAIN,” the ice cream man announced as he banged my ass. “SHUT UP, I DON’T NEED TO HEAR YOU TELLING ME HOW FUCKING GOOD MY DICK FEELS. I KNOW IT DOES. BITCHES SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD SO JUST KEEP TRYING TO GRIP DOWN ON MY DICK SO I CAN BUST THOSE WALLS OUTWITH MY BIG, BLACK CANNON!” The ice cream man fucked me hard, deep, and steady and I was fucking loving it. I was used to being verbal so it was tough having to keep my mouth shut, but the few moans and groans that escaped my Tina coated lips let him know I would take whatever he gave me. Even though I was laying face forward on the ice cream cooler, I was hot, sweating, and panting. The ice cream man was hot too and sweat poured off his thick body and dripped all over me as he continued to fuck my ass. After a while of hard fucking, he slowed his pace and said, “Fuck damn – feel that? I just gave you a bit of chem piss. That’ll kick in in oh about 2 or 3 minutes and your ass will start squirting like a porn pussy in not time. And you know what? By the times we’re through, you’re gonna walk out of here smelling like an old goat. A big old goat with nasty teeth, fucked up hooves, and shit and piss coated tail end.” He laughed hard at that, I didn’t get it but could have cared less as long as he kept fucking me. My legs were getting tired, but my ass was hungrier than ever, and I grabbed onto the cross bar on the ice cream truck wall in front of me to help keep me standing. I guess it was actually the window counter that opened as every time the ice cream man bang fucked me into the cooler, the wall would pop out a little, only staying in place by hook latches on either side, but it was enough for me to get quick little views of sunlight and the sidewalk and every now and then a glimpse of one of the bus drivers standing by the bus in front of us and looking at the ice cream truck. “READY FOR MY BLACK SYRUP? SOME CREAM IN THAT HOLE FOR THAT VANILLA SUNDAY? GONNA MAKE THAT BANA SPLIT FO SURE! I GOT IT FOR YOU – HERE IT FUCKING COMES – TAKE MY FUCKING CREAM YOU DICK HUNGRY FUCKER – OPEN THAT HOLE WIDE – GIVE IT TO ME – GIVE IT TO ME – THAT’S RIGHT – LET ME PUSH THOSE SPRINKLES INTO THOSE GUTS – AWW FUCK…AWW FUCK… HERE IT COMES…HERE IT COMES….HERE….IT….COOOMMMMESSSS…..!!!!” The shivers that ran through the ice cream truck man travelled from his dick, up and through his body, back down through his dick and into my ass and exploded out through my limbs as his cum splattered my insides. He sighed, sucked in a couple deep breaths, then pushed himself off me and ripped his dick out of my pulsing hole. I begged for him to keep fucking me but he just slapped my ass, laughed, grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the side, and wiped his face and forehead off. He then kicked the milk crate on the floor to the side, plopped down on it with a grunt, took his cigar and lit it back up and leaned back. I stood up, twisting around in my collar and chain and eyed his wet and glistening dick. I needed more – had to have more! I stepped closer to try to stroke him or suck him and he said, “Back the fuck off. I’m done. Well done with that. Time to settle up. Toss me your fucking wallet.” What? All I could think about was dick and the ache in my ass. “You deaf? Jesus Christ,” he said he got up, grabbed my pants off the floor, pulled my wallet out of the back pocket, one at a time laid out the cash I had on the counter, shook his head in disgust, then pulled out one of my credit cards. He then stepped over to the cash register, ran my card through a small reader, typed in some numbers, smiled when it dinged approved, came back, stuck the card back in my wallet, scuffed up the cash and said, “You got to pay to play and my shit – between my legs and what you fucking snorted and took up your hole – ain’t free, you feel me?” I nodded, what else could I do? Right then I would have done anything. “Get dressed and get the fuck out, I got things to do,” the ice cream man said as he unwound the chain from the cooler’s handle and released me from the collar. I rubbed my neck and practically pranced back and forth on tippy toes I was so fucking horny and high. He just smiled, laughed, and deflated me a bit when he said, “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” The last bit he emphasized by flapping his limp dick with his right hand. OK, I got it. I was high not stupid, so I started to get dressed as he did too. Stuffed my now empty wallet into my pants and looked at him one last time in hopes he had changed his mind. He just scowled, pointed at the back door, so I let myself out into the harsh light of the hot summer afternoon. I was standing between the back of the ice cream truck and a bus that had pulled up behind us, trying to adjust myself and feeling fucking paranoid that I not only smelled like a goat, but looked like one too, when the ice cream truck’s motor revved, spat a stream of thick acrid smoke out the tail pipe, and beeped twice in warning. I hopped up on the curb as the ice cream truck backed up a few feet, pulled out, and drove away. My scattered thoughts were interrupted as someone coughed, I turned to the left and the driver of the bus that had parked behind the ice cream truck was now standing by the bus door, leaning slightly against it as he rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants. He had on large sun glasses so I could not see his eyes and he didn’t say a word, but his fingers and the growing shadow cast by his pants was all I needed to see. “I hope you got some sprinkles,” I said as I purposely walked past him and climbed the steps up into the bus knowing my ass was ready to give him more than he bargained for.

Yeah he is dripping big time this boy is going to be sore by morning

After 2 weeks of getting his hole fuck and getting to love being on Ms. Tina Nick is ready. We are all loaded up for the 5 hour ride to where the 100 party will be, right before we left Nick was tested to see if he was Poz yet and Nick is still Neg. Jerry has posted he is looking for thous who would like to Poz this boy at the club site and was hit with an overwhelming response. Jerry has put Nick and I in chastity as I really love fuck Nick all the time. We arrive at the club and I love the sign at the cashier door. Must be of age Must use condoms No drugs No Barebacking Well, I will be breaking 3 of the rules and Nick will be breaking all of the rules. Jerry will be making good money from Nick. The first thing to do is have the club owner certify Nick is negative once that is done it’s posted. We take Nick and get him ready for a night he will never forget as I remember it like it happen yesterday even though it has been over 6 years now. We start by making sure Nick will enjoy him self and give him small amounts of GHB in his water through the night and a small slam to start.Nick chastity cage is taken off so a catheter can be put into Nick so if he has to pee the chem piss is not waisted and will be used later. I leave the room and the place is packed like I have never seen before. Jerry ask me to stay with Nick as the 100 are pick by ticket number they were given when they first came in. The rules are this , from 1-100 you can fuck Nick in the ass you can have Prince Albert but it must be smooth, NO PISS fucking, NO eating out Nicks hole till after the 100 have dump their loads in Nicks hole,No lube only spit for the first one , as cum makes the best lube,NO cruel condoms and No fisting The ones who did not make the 100 can use Nick mouth, you can gage him with your dick, make Nick swallow your load, piss into Nick mouth. I’m in chastity and I will be used to help the 100 get hard with my mouth and hand out thous who want Viagra, and watch Nick to make sure he is all right, I also have a bag of Tina powder for thous who want it on the head of their dick before they fuck Nick. I take Nick over to the bench and give him a kiss and Nick is real passionate about it. Once on the bench I strap him down and take the crank him legs apart so Nick hole is spread wide and every one has access to it. The 100 are ready and so is Nick, the first one is FUCKING HUNG with a 10 inch dick and he has a bio hazard tattoo and the pre cum leaking from the tip of his dick he rubs Nick hole and then slow and steady pressure his dick disappears into Nick hole and he just stays like that and says this hole is tight and needs to be wrecked, he pulls almost all the way out and drives back in balls deep wile Nicks mouth is getting a workout with dicks in his mouth. I’m glad the first one shot a giant load into Nick as it was leaking in to the pan that was place under the bench to catch all the cum that does not stay in Nick. After the first 20 Nick is given a break but is not removed from the bench as he would be leaking cum all over the place. In the break I give Nick more of the water with G in it and a small slam and look at the bag that is capturing Nick Chem lace piss. I see that Nick is doing OK and his hole is really getting work over as at the number 80 break I see Nick hole is blood red and the tray under Nick has a lot pink color loads in it.When number 100 shows up he looks very skinny and was told later he has full blown Aids. Nick mouth had taken a lot of loads and he has been used as a urinal. When the last one is finished it’s time for thous who want to clean out Nick hole and they are on their knees with their face and tongue working over his blood red hole.

The Mugger -Walk of Shame (Aftermath from part 1) The walk home was interesting. I reeked of sweat and cum and just sex in general, and I got plenty of funny looks as I walked the rest of the way to my apartment. And since I’d been trying to score last night, I wasn’t wearing anything that would cover my finest asset -my ass- so the cum that was smeared all around my hole, not to mention what was leaking from me, brought a lot of attention as a huge wet spot formed on my pants. This was beyond the walk of shame. So why was I still horny from the thought of it all? I got into my apartment and stripped, giggling at my throbbing hard cock. To hell with the shower. I raced to the bedroom and grabbed a nice fat dildo and jammed it up my ass while I jacked my cock until I exploded in the most powerful orgasm of my life. All of this because of him. I still had a hunger in my ass, so I shoved a nice fat plug in there and slept most of the day away, my dreams filled with the rugged and rough handsome stranger who had basically raped me into submission.

I will never forget the day that I doomed humanity. It started like any other day. I was on my way to work and like usual I stopped off at my local coffee bar and got myself a Cafe Mocha to go. As I was exiting a man came up to me and asked if I could give him a lift to the hospital. His wife had gone in to labor and he was on his way to join her for the birth of their first baby when his car broke down. I was somewhat in a hurry myself to get to work, but I just couldn't leave him there. I looked around to see if maybe there was a cab but no such luck. I looked him up and down and he looked ok. I mean he was in a nice suit and looked like a decent human being. So, I said sure. As I pulled away from the curb and back in to traffic he grabbed my wrist. I felt hot and kind of light headed, yet somehow I managed to keep driving. He told me to turn right at the next light. Try as I might I couldn't disobey him. I turned right. We drove down Marshall Ave. a few blocks and then he told me to turn left on Harbor St. Again, I didn't want to do this, but I had no choice. I turned left. After another few blocks he told me to pull over. We were in the old part of town that was mostly warehouses and old storefronts that were no longer in use. I stopped in front of this big warehouse. He told me to get out and I did. Never once did he let go of my wrist. I was still hot and dizzy, yet able to stand and walk. He got out on my side of the car and led me to a door in the side of the warehouse. After closing the door, we walked in to the warehouse a good ways. There on the floor was and old mattress. Suddenly his hand started to glow and I got incredibly hot, the room started spinning, blackness engulfed me. That was the last thing I remember until I woke. When I came too I found myself lying naked on the mattress. It was cool and I began to shiver. I wanted to get up but I couldn't. I couldn't move my arms or legs, yet they weren't bound. Then I saw him. He was standing there naked. He was a good 6" 2" tall and must have weighed 190 or so pounds. He had brown hair, green eyes and no hair on his body whatsoever. His cock was quite impressive as well; limp it was 9" long and a good 2" thick. He started walking closer. I found I could talk. I asked what he wanted. He said he wanted my body. I thought great I have been kidnapped by a fag that was probably going to rape me and then kill me. This freaked me out. I had only had sex once and that was with my girlfriend. I had never thought or ever dreamed about having sex with another man. Slowly he moved closer. He kneeled down on the mattress and crawled over to me. In no time he was straddling me. He bent down like he was going to kiss me. He opened his mouth and out whipped this long tongue. It must have been a good 20 inches long. It was all over my face and chest. I started to freak out, but I still couldn't move. What the hell was this guy? Humans don't have tongues like that. The tongue retreated back in to his mouth. He then brought his lips to mine and we kissed. It was a strange thing. His lips were very warm and moist and it was a tender loving kiss. Then he opened his mouth wider and covered not only my mouth by my nose as well. I started becoming light headed. I couldn't breath. Just as I was about to pass out I strange smell and taste filled my nose, mouth and lungs. The coming blackness receded and my mind cleared. Somehow he was breathing for me. Each time he inhaled I exhaled. Each time he exhaled I inhaled. Along with oxygen there was something else. It was a strange taste and smell one I thought I had smelled and tasted before, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The more I breathed in the stranger I began to feel. Over the next few minutes, I got hotter and my body started to go numb, I thought for sure he was poisoning me and I was going to die. My cock started getting hard and precum started oozing from my piss slit. Slowly he uncovered my mouth and nose and moved down to my crotch. He started sniffing my cock and balls all the time he was growling, my god I thought through the fog and numbness in my body and head he is in heat or something. Slowly he opened his mouth and that god-awful tongue came out. It flicked at my piss slit lapping up my precum. Then it started working its way down my piss hole. God the pain, it was like a red hot poker sliding in to my cock cooking it from the inside. Deeper and deeper his tongue went. The deeper he went the more pain I felt. I didn't know how long I would be able to take it before I passed out. Always on the verge of passing out, yet never able to, slowly his tongue burrowed ever deeper in to my cock. I could feel it worming around inside of me. I began to panic more, but still I couldn't move. My arms and my legs just wouldn't respond to what I wanted to do. I was yelling at them with my mind, but they wouldn't listen. It took him a good five minutes to work half of his tongue in to my cock. He paused for a minute and looked up at me. Then he continued on. Slowly deeper and deeper he went, the pain grew worse with every centimeter, and then there was sharp pain in my balls. Then a fire spread throughout them. My god his tongue was in my nuts. I began to shake the pain was so bad. All the time I could feel his tongue moving around inside me. By this time he had his lips to my cock head. He opened his mouth and kept right on working down my shaft. In less than a minute he had his tongue all the way in me, the end of his tongue buried in my nuts, my cock was now lodged down his throat. Slowly he began to suck. The pain was slowly replaced with an intense pleasure. It was a cross of needing to pee, coming and a dull pain in my balls. The intensity built, I could tell I was going to shoot, but how. Then an intense orgasm moved through my balls, up my cock and in to his mouth. I was coming, but his tongue was acting like a straw. As he siphoned the come from my balls and intense fire spread from my cock to my nuts. He was filling them up with something. My balls began to grow heavy and sag in their sack. Between the seemingly never-ending orgasm, the now dull pain and the drugging I couldn't stop shaking. Slowly my balls filled with his alien juice, the more he pumped in the larger they grew, the heavier they became and the lower the hung. I was so wrapped up in the feelings I was having, both the good and the bad that I didn't notice him raise his hand to my neck or the thin needle like talon sticking out. In one quick thrust the talon sunk in to my neck. I never felt a thing. Blackness fogged my vision; my last thought before slipping in to unconsciousness was the end is here. My life is over. Thank god! I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke my balls burned and I felt nauseous. I tried to look down and see what he had done to my cock and balls, but I still couldn't move. It was then that he came in to sight. He was still naked; he walked over to me and kneeled down on the mattress. He put he hand on my forehead. "I am sorry my pet for the pain, but it was necessary. If I hadn't anesthetized you before hand the pain would have been far worse. You are running a fewer now, but it should break soon." "What did you do to me?" "Oh, my pet I did something wonderful to you. From now on every time you come, you will shoot my alien seed. My seed will transform anyone you have sex with. It will change them like I changed you. Then your world will be ours!" "Why? If you had to do all of this to me how can changing others to be like be so easy for me?" "Simple my pet, my seed that you will spread has now been adapted to human physiology. Now it can transform you species with ease. Until I changed you my seed would have been ineffective if I had just spewed in your ass. But, now it can transform humans simply by being introduced in to their body. For males it will alter their testicles, for women it will alter their ovaries." "You have one problem, you alien piece of shit. There is no way I would fuck anyone now!" "Now, now my pet, soon you will change you mind. When I am done with you, you won't be able to plant enough seed. You will be like that man from one of your fables, the one that planted apple seeds." "Johnny Apple Seed?" "Yes, that is the one. You will be like a horny demented Johnny Apple Seed. Except instead of planting apples you will be planting the end of your species as you know them." "Fuck you, FUCK YOU! You son of bitch! FUCK YOU!" "No my pet, fuck you!" With a low growl he slowly began to raise my legs up to my shoulders. I could feel him position his cock against my hole, then I felt him shudder and a burning sensation spread over my asshole and asscrack. A gland on his cock had just sprayed a lubricant all over my asshole. Slowly he pressed his cock in to my hole. Every few seconds I felt him shudder and more of his lube was released coating my insides making it easier for him to penetrate my tight virgin opening. In just a few seconds he was balls deep in me. I tried to get away, but still I couldn't move. I was at his mercy and he was going to fuck me. He leaned down and once again covered my nose and mouth with his mouth. Again, my lungs filled with his anesthetizing gas, but this time it was different. I became hot and light headed. His cock was starting to feel good inside me, really good. In minutes I was filled with so much lust that I would have rode a fence post, splinters and all. At first he didn't move. Our eyes locked on one another, I became lost in his green eyes. It was like I was in another world. Slowly he pulled out and then pushed back in. With each thrust of his powerful cock my mind soared higher. In and out he pumped his massive cock. Every few seconds more lube was released. My hole was so warm and slick with his goo it was like sliding on ice, his now massive 14" cock was burrowing deep in to my guts with each inward thrust, sending me higher and higher. He began to grunt and pound my ass harder. I could feel ever vein in his monstrous cock as it massaged my rectum. My mind screamed no by my ass, cock and balls screamed more, more, more. Between the gas and his cock sliding in and out of my guts I thought I was going to die from pleasure. Then with one final plunge he began to shudder, and then warmth filled my belly as his seed gushed in to my guts. He just lay on top of me with his cock buried balls deep in to me spewing his alien seed.. His balls rested against my ass crack and I could feel them contract and expand with each gush of alien cream. First a minute passed and still he came, then five minutes passed and still he kept coming. Then ten, twenty, thirty minutes passed and still more alien spew filled my guts. I could feel my belly grow and harden as I received an alien come enema. As he spewed his seed in to me I drowned in his green eyes. Slowly the hate I felt for him was replaced with love and a desire to please him. Finally after I don't know how long he pulled out. He moved my legs back down on to the mattress, I could see my belly it was hard and extremely extended. He moved up by my head and lovely caressed my cheek. "When your body is done absorbing my seed, you will be ours. You will go free to spread our seed to your people. Within a year the human race as you know it will be no more." I wanted to cry, but just couldn't get upset enough to do it. I know I should be upset at what was happening, what had happened and what I was going to do. But, somehow it seemed like the best thing that ever happened to me. As I lay there on the mattress over the next few ours my body absorbed the alien come in my belly. Slowly my belly reduced in size, the smaller it became the hornier I grew. The more I wanted to fuck and the more in love with my alien captor I became. After three hours my belly was back to normal, I was his and had one thing on my mind. To spread his - our seed, to change all of man kind, to please my master, my alien master and captor, he moved over next to me and lay down. He waved his hand over my body and with that I could move. I moved over next to him and nestled my head in his chest. Soon we were both asleep. The invasion of Earth could wait until morning. The next morning I woke up to find him still asleep next to me, for the first time in my life I had a morning hardon. I began rubbing my hands over his body and slowly moved my way to his ass cheeks. They were so firm, round, and perfect I moved them apart and slowly inserted my hard cock in to his hole. It was like it knew what I wanted and it opened to allow me easy entrance. I felt a strange feeling in my cock and then a wonderful tingling in my cock head. I knew then that I had just sprayed my first bit of alien lube. With his hole now slick and open to me I had no trouble sinking my cock in to him. I heard him sigh and I did too. Over the next 15 minutes I pumped in and out of his ass. With the constant release of lube his hole was super slick and my cock moved in and out of him like it was how it was meant to be. It felt so right, I was so in love I would do anything for him. I would kill myself if it made him happy. With one final thrust, my nuts released their now alien seed. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before, my orgasm wasn't just in my cock and balls it traveled up my spine and to my brain. I screamed out in ecstasy as my cock continued to spew in my alien lover's hole. When it was done I pulled out of him and wrapped my arms around him and started suckling on his nipples for my morning breakfast. After eating I got dressed and set out in to the city looking for other humans. It took less than a year and the entire population of Earth was transformed. Humans no longer bred among themselves instead they waited for the arrival of our alien masters. Then we would begin breeding. After my job was finished I returned to my alien lover. We left Earth soon after the arrival of his - our people. Our job - to go forth in the galaxy, find new worlds to transform. But, that is another story.

Introduction: Ralph, a 30 y old athletic jock in an open relationship contacted me on a gay-site as he was looking for his first "give up control"-experience: being mostly a vanilla-top with his boyfriend, he had started to live out his passive side *outside home* over the last 6 months; and he is determined to follow this path, to explore kinky sex, giving in to his darker fantasies like getting dominated/used. Top, older, experienced, assertive to dominant, into fantasy-scenarios, chems-friendly were his priorities. After a lively message-exchange we agreed on a patient-doctor-scenario with bondage as a compulsory must-item, otherwise Ralph is open-minded, even adventurous when having a buzz going, trusts Doc to correctly dose "medication" in order to have him sufficiently relaxed, to lead a thorough physical exam as long as scat, puke, blood, fisting and safe play are respected as limits. Doc inquired about his drug-experiences and learned that Ralph and his bf had had horny sessions by snorting c, smoking a joint or swallowing an e-pill when going out dancing their ass off. Ralph was so concise, manly, self-assured, robust in his conduct when dealing with me that I had a slight doubt if he would be ready to submit to a given alpha-character like me, enacting this famous specialist he was having an appointment with in order to get a second opinion for the pain in his lower abdomen. A week before the set date he inquired about the scenario of the session: good sign, I thought, this guy starts to show a bit of nerves. I replied to him to expect a normal visit at a doctor the way he knows it, explaining that any doctor is always in charge, you go to see him as you are in pain, as you seek a diagnosis, as you need medication and accordingly you follow his advice, trust him, you fully cooperate ... which automatically puts you in the sub-position; I explained further that I suggested this scenario to him as it's ideally suited for a first "S/M-experience", of giving up control, of being helpless at the mercy of another guy. I'll connect you (bondage) to my computer with a specialized medical software in order to get instantaneous, ongoing data. Plus a doctor is in continuous dialogue with a patient when examining him, so I'll inquire about your well-being, where and when you are hurting etc, and you'll be able to provide info (such as how you feel, how strong the effect of given relaxant is) ... allowing both of us to communicate without stepping out of our respective roles as patient and doc. And last I added that ignoring what's gonna happen is part of the fun and excitement. He acknowledged receipt of my message, not having any further questions, looking forward to a totally new experience! I decided to have a non-discussed surprise to unsettle Ralph upon his arrival …

You're asking two questions: what tops prefer and what bottoms prefer. For both you can't generalize like that. I've had tops who love it when their fucking makes me rockhard and even pre-cum or cum while they pump my ass. For them a sign they are doing a good job and love it when it arouses me like that. Other tops prefer just the opposite and don't want me to cum until after, or not at all. Again others just don't give a fuck and just want to dump a load. So many tops so many preferences. As a bottom I prefer the first type. I'm entitled to have an orgasm too, preferably more than one. For me those are the best fuck sessions. Both exhausted and with empty balls. I'm an active bottom and don't just lie there like a sack of sand. I'll try to satisy the top in as many ways I can with my ass and mouth. That doesn't mean I turn away the other types. Just have my preference too

Agree that a true cumslut will take any load offered. For years I professed to be a cumslut but I was picky. About two years I got used by about 10 guys and a light went off in my head. I was made to be used and seeded by any hard top. So- keep looking and you will find many guys that would love to take your seed. BBRT- fucknfeedme

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.

The more dick I suck, the more I enjoy it. If I'm confident of how well I prepped I like sucking dick that just came in my ass...certainly having another erotic level added to the moment as well. I Routinely suck the tops dick before he fucks me, looking up at him, telling him I need to b bred, moments later he's burying his bare cock in my ass. once he finishes Spattering his cum all up inside my tender pink hole, I'll take his limp, spent cock back in my mouth, the taste of his cum and my ass on his dick is very hot. Ass to mouth is hot.

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

Growing up, I'd always suspected that my dad was gay. Or at least, shall we say, sexually indiscriminating? I mean, he was still married to mom and I had to come from somewhere. Besides, I do remember hearing them occasionally banging one out as their bedroom was right across the hall from mine. But still I had my suspicions, which were reinforced by behaviors. From the time I could remember I'd always just been around my dad when he was naked. Nudity was just an everyday thing at my house, so it never struck me as odd. Nudity was a thing for mom and me, too. Heck, There are many a photograph of me running around our house as a kid in my all-together! However, as I got older I started to notice Dad was nude around me more often than Mom. It was more 'our thing' - just two dudes hangin.... We bathed and showered together quite often, and hung out watching TV afterward as we air-dried. And, when I wasn't actually bathing, I would keep Dad company while he took a bath. He would let me play with boats in the deep end while we talked. Occasionally we'd play a game Dad called 'Light House' in which I would drive the boat between his legs to the 'lighthouse' that was standing erect there. The boat would crash on the 'rocks' below and I would laugh and laugh.... Anyway, I also first learned about masturbation from my father when I spied on him when he pleasured himself in the garage. I saw him fire his load into a shop rag, and after he went back inside I retrieved the rag and investigated it. What was this sticky fluid? Naturally he came back and caught me. I was SO embarrassed! But Dad took it very much in stride and was completely matter of fact about it all. And that's when I learned all about the birds and the bees. And also about what guys can do for special fun on their own, as he had just done. He also made it clear I should never tell Mom about because she was a girl and wouldn't understand. Dad's special magazines were also readily available for me; he really didn't even bother to hide them. They were just at the bottom of a magazine basket in our den. They started out as Playboy, but as I got older they became Penthouse, Club, Chic, Oui, and then some harder core mags with dicks and fucking in them too! Those were my favorites-- the ones that showed closeups of men with erections. Anyway, As I got older I gained hair and modesty, so the joint showers and nudity stopped and doors started being closed. Well, really just my doors-- although that didn't stop my Dad from interrupting me on more than one occasion. The first time, I was in my room, officially studying, but of course not only was I playing with myself, I was actually on the cusp of blowing my load when Dad barged into my room. I don't think I ever moved so fast in my life! Giving a quick laugh Dad exclaimed "Whoops!" And as he closed my door he added "Just don't get any on my Penthouse." There were a couple more times after that when Dad caught my jerking off. Each time Dad joked and commented something like "Damn, boy! Don't wear it out!" Or "Do you ever put that thing away?" Which is why I started jacking in the shower or behind a locked bathroom door. Slowly over this time, my suspicions about Dad being gay and his extracurricular activities increased. He was gone longer hours, working out more, or at least saying he was working out. Sometimes he'd come home and you could tell he'd had a beer or two. Mom and he fought more over piddly shit. I pretty much figured he was having an affair, or hooking up somewhere. And I could clearly see my parents on the clear trajectory toward divorce. He was also buddying up to me more during this time, telling me that I was really growing into a man, and complementing my by remarking how handsome I was becoming. Our conversations felt conspiratorial, and Dad increasingly joked around with me, and his jokes took on an ever increasing sexual overtone. Everything seemed to be a double-entendre. Well, the summer before my senior year of high school, Mom started a new job and started working nights. I think she took this job just so she and Dad would spend less time breathing the same air. It also forced Dad to be home more to take care of me (in theory). Dad still routinely got home late, often smelling of, well, I'm not sure what, but his body had a distinctive aroma. Even so, Dad was definitely more often at home more, which conveniently left us together with free time. In the evenings. Before bed. As I said before, Mom and Dad's room was right across the hall from mine. And in their room they had an old TV with a VCR. You know - for watching movies in bed. And with Mom working nights and Dad being Dad, well... he fired up the VCR - a lot. I mostly ignored it the first few times-- but I could hear the porn playing and the soft, creaking motion of his bed and I knew what was going on. But it was my father! I shouldn't be listening, hardly daring to breathe. I shouldn't be turned on by this, should I? Why did I have a boner?? So many thoughts... so many conflicted emotions. Finally one night I couldn't take it any more and I wanted-- no, NEEDED-- to see. So I snuck out of bed and crept quietly into the hall. Dad always left his door ajar, so I figured I could peep in and see him and the porn while he was too distracted to notice. I figured I was being quiet as a cat. I was wrong. "You might as well just come on in," he said in a loud voice. Fuck! Busted AGAIN by Dad!! Well, I sheepishly went into his bedroom and he gestured for me to sit next to him on the bed. He wasn't even trying to hide his erection. "Come on, you might as well 'take a load off' too. I can see you want to," again with the double entendre as he nodded to the boner in my pajamas. I stood next to the bed, guts churning, nervous as hell and shaking like a leaf while I stared at the erection held in his first. He smiled and patted the bed-- and I took my place beside him. Little did I realize that this small action would set me on a dark path and seal my fate. That first night we watched porn together and jacked off. Well, he jacked off and I mostly watched him jack off. When he came all over his belly and fist, I came too. In my pajamas. Without touching myself. From there we slowly progressed. It wasn't an every night event, but when I was in bed and I'd hear the porn soundtrack, I'd get up and join him. It started out as innocently jacking together. From there it became me jacking him off while we watched. I still vividly remember the first time I touched his erection - it was like a bolt of lightning struck me and I could barely breathe. And again, when he came, the feeling of his seed running over my knuckles made my own dick cum in my underwear. (No more Jammie's for this guy!) From there it soon progressed to blowjobs. Never him on me-- I was the son and it was my duty to get him off. To be a good boy. Oddly enough, it was a bigger deal to first jack my Dad than to blow him. The blowjob came naturally. Feeling the smooth, warm skin of his head with my tongue just felt right somehow. And when he shot in my mouth? There was no hesitation: I swallowed instantly. And happily. At this point in our relationship I had definitely shifted to just being his convenient sex toy. Sort of his human fleshlight. He didn't really make eye contact or acknowledge me at all. He was focused on the straight porn on the VCR. I didn't jack off or really touch myself at all in his presence. I would finish him off, he'd turn off the VCR and lights, and I'd go back to my room. Once there is either jack off or go to sleep. More often than not, I didn't even jack myself. And then one night it finally happened. This was in January of my senior year. It was after Christmas and I was back in school, Mom was back to work. I heard the porn fire up, but it was different porn. This time the grunting was more masculine - no more whiny bitch moaning. I went in and I saw Dad watching porn. I was right. He was playing a new porn tape. This one showed two guys on the screen, two, hot, furry, mustachioed men... and they were fucking! It was so hot and the breath caught in my throat. Dad and I started as we usually did-- him jacking for a minute, then me doing it for him. Then my mouth on his dick, as usual. But this time instead of cumming down my throat, he tapped my head after awhile and I stopped. "Get on all fours," he whispered. We NEVER talked during our sessions so this startled me. It was almost like a slap. But he just stopped everything, gestured toward the TV with a chin flip, and told me to "assume the position". My guts instantly turned to water as I knew what was about to happen and I wasn't sure about it at all. Wasn't sure I wanted to get fucked, but after all he was my Dad, and instinctively I wanted to please him so I got on all fours. I was facing the porn and I felt the bed shift as he got behind me. He reached and got some KY off the nightstand. My heart was thundering in my chest. Soon I felt the cool, wet hardness of his cockhead pushing at my sphincter. This was it-- I was losing my virginity. To my father. He pushed into my ass. I distinctly remember the pain. I tried to push back a bit on his thigh, to slow him or get him to stop but he was clearly bent on fucking. Which he did. I winced and grunted as he thrust inelegantly into me. It hurt and it felt like my asshole was ripping because of his thickness. I tried to relax-- I tried to understand how the one guy in the porn seemed to be really enjoying the cock in HIS ass. Did it hurt him as much? I tried to breathe through it. I teared up a bit. Then suddenly my father was buried inside me and shuddering. I could fee his cock throbbing in my ass, much as it had done in my mouth. There would be five or so pulses and a few aftershocks, again... like usual. I counted them off in my head. His hands were on my hips as he slowly pulled out of me. Then he magically produced some paper towels to wipe himself with and he was done. Stunned I made my way to the bathroom to wipe myself clean. There was a KY residue, some brown, and some red. Blood. So I HAD torn a bit. I stood in the bathroom a long time and looked at myself in the mirror. I was confused and hotly ashamed, mainly because I found myself aroused at the thought of what just happened to me. I jacked myself and came all over the bathroom sink while thinking about my Dad's cock violating my ass. Two nights later the same thing happened. And again a couple nights after that. Soon, I realized this was our new norm. So I stopped at Walgreens after work one day and got my own tube of KY that I kept in my secret hiding spot in my room. I started fingering my ass and lubing myself before heading in for our father-son bonding ritual. As time went on, some weeks there was less sex and I found myself a bit disappointed (and if I'm being honest, jealous). Because Dad was "late" getting home, his clothes smelling of cigarettes and "that smell" that I'd later come to realize was the stench of an adult bookstore. I'd always find myself wondering why I wasn't good enough-- had I done something wrong? Was he displeased, or worse... bored with me? But then he'd fire up the VCR again, and everything would be right as rain. Of course it's not like I was completely innocent during this time either. Dad had sort of opened the door to my sexuality. I had a couple friends at school that I was blowing fairly regularly. And there may have been one or two 'park encounters' between me and older men. Anyway, this continued through the summer until it was time for me to leave for my freshman year of college. In my mind this was also the cutoff point for my activity with Dad. I was going to college to start the next chapter in my life. I wanted to be normal. I wanted a change. And I knew I was approaching adulthood, wouldn't really be living at home anymore. I'd love to be able to say that we had one final night together before I left, where we spent the entire night fucking and he actually fucked me on my back while looking at me, and telling me that I was a good son and he was proud. Ah, the romantic in me! But no-- our sessions ended not with a bang, but a whisper. Really I don't even much remember our last fuck. As summer waned he sort of did it less and less. Plus Dad got really sick earlier in the summer, and that really seemed to zap his energy levels. I was okay with all this. It made my college transition that much easier. When I came home at Christmas break, Dad met me at the door and had me sit down. He had some things to tell me, he said. My stomach lurched as I could predict what was coming. Well... ALMOST predict. In a somber voice he explained Mom had moved out and that they were getting a divorce. He said there was something else, too. He had been to his doctor and... He took a deep, shuddering breath and said the last thing I expected: "Son... I'm HIV positive."

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

Kyle's toxic load was all it took to make the boy's hole drip and ooze cum. I think he is full but yet I still want to put him on his hand and knees and fuck him balls deep again while he licks that cum up

I went to body zone bathhouse in Detroit last night. I got fucked by 8 guys and took 6 loads. the first three I flushed out mid way through my stay. By the end of my stay I still had 3 loads fully in me. I was standing in a dark area and a guy with a huge dick start fucking me. The fucking started getting louder and louder due to my cum sloppy hole having so much come in it and the Black Guy with the 10 inch dick pumping all that cum out of me. The squishing noises from the cum got so loud that he seemed even taken by surprise that he fucked so much cum out of me. it oozed out all over his dick and on the ground. Nothing more enjoyable than having so many guys cum inside you and have other guys fuck it all out of you. I love being a cumdump whore. I would be one 24/7 if I could.

Definitely need Balls Deep, no matter how big or small. Give it all to me, don't tickle me with just your head. I want all of it deep and cumming in me.

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

getting blindfolded by a guy you do not know or hardly know the story itself is well written & pretty hot. I guess blindfolding is ok as long as you can remove it yourself but you should never have someone you are not sure of use handcuffs & related. Never like never. Especially on a quick fuck from an unknown guy you got to learn on some ad or profile. It does look obvious but too many guys forgot about this in the past for a tragic end as a result. Good occasion you are giving to have this rule repeated. I do not know your place & country but European black & oriental guys are known to be hot rather rough tops. Absolutely perfect for white bottoms & subs hole in need of a good hard pounding. I am as white as can be but I love those hot XXXXL black cocks to pound white holes & same for Moroccan rascals & bad lads using occidental white. I am not saying my very own white on white pounding is bad but theirs has a little something I love. On the other hand I totally dislike a white guy to fuck a black guy. Total turn off & same for cutie boy fucking a dad but those are just my preferences & ideas on interracial & intergenerational hotness

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WARNING: PNP involved (if this is not the correct location for this please move, and my apologies) So this just happened recently (April 12, 2017 to April 15, 2017): Hooked up with a Giver with a viral load 5,000,000+. So we played around, first time on meth, GHB and used lidocaine on my ass. A bit later he invites another high viral load (somewhere around 1,000,000). All in all I received 3 from the 5 million and 2 from the 1 million in a span of 18 hours. Friday and today (April 15th) I have felt yuck, with sore jaw, a whitish looking sore on my gum, I haven't been able to eat anything. Swallowing hurts. If it isn't liquid it doesn't go down. I normally don't have an appetite (420 helps with this) but even after smoking 5 bowls Friday and still couldn't eat. I was going from hot to cold to hot to cold and just sweating like crazy. I was over at my Givers house and had to run outside to take care of nausea. I also have very little stress in my life. So, my question is: Are all these signs normal, especially this fast? Thanks (and I am hoping this charges me up).

Could be....I got knocked up when I went to the Chicago baths for two weekends straight and hooked-up with two full-blown AIDS pigs and was doing meth and coke both times. A week later I was sick as a dog and BAM....less than one year later my T-cell count was at 400 and viral load was nearly 1 million. I believe it all depends on the strain and the hosts (your) immune system ability to deal with the new infection. Enjoy your new outcome in life. Once this clears up...have fun. Oink.

RIP, dude. You were one of the best AIDS breeders around. Glad I got your blood in me just before AIDS took you away.

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

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Daddy Max helped Alex get back in the sling, but left the restraints off this time. He put the butt plug away and opened the door again. There were 4 guys hanging around outside waiting. “Come on in guys, and let’s get this party started back up,” he said. The first guy up to the sling was tall and on the thin side, but had a pretty thick cock. He had Alex slide down a little further so his ass was more lined up with his cock. “You got any lube?” he asked. “They usually need it with me.” “I can see why,” Max commented as he handed the guy some lube. He greased his thick cock up and pushed 3 lubed fingers in Alex’s puffy asshole. He probed around with his 3 fingers, greasing the hole up, and stretched his fingers out some. He put his 6.5X6 inch cock up to the lubed hole and slowly pushed all the way in. “Mmmmm, tight, but not too tight. Just the way I like it,” he commented as he started fucking in and out. “Feels fucking great!” Alex stated, almost purring. The thick cock felt really good in his ass. He'd been stretched out enough by all the other cocks that he had no problem at all with this one. “Give me that thick poz cock!” “I haven't cum in 4 days, so you're getting a heavy load of poz cum tonight,” he commented. Daddy Max piped in at that point, “That's what we like to hear.” Now that his hands weren't restrained, Alex reached out beside him where Max was standing and watching and rubbed his hand all over the hairy belly and chest. “You tell him, Daddy Max,” Alex replied. The top kept up a nice easy pace, going all the way in and bringing it out til just the head was left in. Occasionally he’d pull all the way out and shove right back in making Alex grunt, “UNGH!” The 2 guys that were next in line had been watching closely and whispering to each other. They beckoned Daddy Max back to them. One of them leaned in and quietly asked, “Think he’d be up for a double fuck?” They had both already taken their towels off and had erections and were jacking them. Max took a look at both of their cocks, saw that neither one of them was huge, and quietly replied, “I think there’s a good possibility he’d be up for it. Let me handle it.” He gave both of their hard cocks a squeeze and went back to stand by Alex. He was still getting plowed, but you could tell the top had picked up speed. “Oh yeah, bottom boy, getting ready to breed you good. Gonna shoot my toxic load deep inside you; add my poison to what’s already inside you. You ready for it?” “You better believe I’m ready for it. I want it bad. PLEASE BREED ME!” The top plowed Alex’s cunt a few more times, then buried his thick cock balls deep and unloaded his 4 day load of toxic cum. “OH MOTHERFUCK YES!!!” he bellowed, “AARRGH!!!” He stayed still until his balls were completely drained and then slowly pulled out. As the latest top left, the next 2 guys came up to the sling together. Daddy Max leaned down to Alex. “So, do you think you’re up for a challenge?” He looked at Daddy Max, then at the 2 guys standing between his legs at the sling, and got a big grin on his face. “If you’re about to ask me what I think you’re going to ask me, I’ve never done it before, but it will be one more thing I can cross off my list.” Max leaned in further and planted a big kiss on Alex’s lips. “I’m thinking I was right about wanting to spend more time with you,” he commented. Alex’s grin turned into a brilliant smile. They helped him up out of the sling and the 4 of them walked over to the bunk. Alex turned to the 2 guys, “So you poz studs want to both breed my hole?” he asked. One of them replied, “It’s something we’ve wanted to do ever since we both converted.” “So you’re a couple then?” Alex asked. “Yeah, been together about 2 yrs. Spent most of it trying to get this one converted,” the same one replied, nodding to his partner. The 2 guys introduced themselves as Brian and Matt. They were both in their early 30s and had 7 and 8 inch, average sized cocks, although Matt’s 7 inch cock had a big mushroom head on it and Brian was uncut. Brian, the one who had first talked to Daddy Max, had been poz since his mid 20s and as they’d said, Matt had just converted recently. Neither was on meds. Daddy Max, of course, took control of the situation. He had Brian lie down on the bunk and lubed up his 8 inch cock. Then he had Alex straddle his crotch facing Brian and sit on his poz cock. It sank into him easily and he started riding it a bit. Then he had Matt get behind Alex between Brian’s legs and lubed up his cock. After riding Brian for a few minutes, Alex held still with the cock buried all the way in him. Daddy Max knew Alex should be able to take both of the cocks fairly easily enough, but to help out; he started kissing Alex and playing with his nipples. Matt put his big mushroom head up to the already filled asshole and started pushing in. It took a minute for him to get the head in and Alex grunted while Max was kissing him, “UNGH!” Daddy growled back. Matt held still a minute to let him adjust, and then started slowly fucking his poz cock in and out of the stuffed cunt. As he got his cock all the way in, Alex’s kissing got more intense, so Daddy Max could tell he was enjoying it. He kept tweaking his nipples, but broke off the kiss for a moment. “You like both of those poz cocks buried inside you, don’t you boy?” “Oh fuck yes Daddy Max, so much! They’re filling me up so good. I definitely want to do this again,” he replied. “Maybe with you and another guy,” he suggested, shyly looking down. Max put one hand under Alex’s chin and raised his head to where he was looking in his eyes, “We can absolutely do that!” He noticed they had 3 more guys in the room waiting their turn and a good sized crowd again outside the door watching. Brian and Matt were both fucking in and out of Alex’s ass, going at it pretty strong. You could never tell this was their first time double fucking a guy. Alex, who was getting more and more turned on, pulled his daddy back down to him so he could make out some more and get his nips worked some more. He loved the 2 poz cocks in his ruined hole. He still couldn’t believe how this night had turned out. He felt like he’d won the lottery. He squeezed his hole on the 2 cocks to tighten up for them and they both moaned loudly. This caused them to start fucking him faster. He could tell they were getting close to shooting. He was excited that he was going to be getting 2 loads of unmedicated poz cum at the same time. Matt stayed fairly quiet except for grunting and moaning, but Brian said, “I’m getting fucking close. How about you, Matt?” “Oh yeah, getting really close.” “Let’s do it together then, and flood this used up hole with our double load of unmedicated toxic cum!” Max took a step back to watch and Alex started muttering, “Fucking poz me, give me all your cum. Fill up my goddamn hole, I want it!!!” Both Brian and Matt yelled out at the same time, “AARRGHHHH,” as they slammed home and unloaded their balls inside Alex’s ruined cunt. His cock was rock hard and leaking some precum, but he didn’t touch it. He could feel both cocks shooting their toxic loads inside him. He loved the fact that his asshole was getting filled up again. Both Brian and Matt held still until they had drained their balls and Matt pulled out, his big mushroom head coming out a little easier than it had gone in considering Brian’s cock was softening. It soon slid out of the cummy hole as well. As they got up off the bunk, Brian and Daddy Max exchanged phone#s for some future fun and then they left the room.

I usually don't even touch my cock while being fucked. If I cum I try to stay focused on the top but then my mind starts to wander and thinking about shit that had top be done. So out off respect for my top I choose not to cum until they do first or they give me permission to

I top and btm.Critical question if the bottom cums hands free or is he pumping his hand?If a btm cums hands free while I am fucking him I can feel it as his ass contracts around my hard cock,It is an amazing feeling and taken as a compliment!Sometimes I will stroke a man off while I am fucking him just to feel that.When I bottom I never touch myself-like to concentrate on just being fucked,if I cum its a bonus.And never messes with my mental state regarding getting fucked,still just as horny after cumming!:)

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A couple times years ago with an ex, we'd drink too much with his straight married brother. The first time brother stayed over because it was safer than him driving. BF and I start fucking in bed then the brother came in watching us then started using me as their cumdump not talking except to each other in spanish. Five loads up my ass by morning swallowed one, all night one of them would just roll over and use me again--confusing and hot at the same time. Another night we were together, had a headache so BF gave me what I thought was an Excedrin PM with the beer we were drinking. In 30 minutes I was unsteady and drowsy and he and his brother just kept fucking me all night, me drifting in and out of sleep. Don't know how many loads they gave me but ass was sore and wetter than I ever. And I love holding loads inside as long as possible, I kept farting cum all the next day trying to keep them! Felt a little violated but turned on at the same time. Wish it would happen again.

VERY HOT FOR SURE.

Fuck dude you just told my exact story. Slip away when I can and take as many loads as possible. Woof BBRT- fucknfeedme

I went to the adult bookstore last night, really wanting to suck some cock and maybe get fucked. I had been to the doctor earlier that day and found that my viral load had gone up, and I was really horny because of that. I was at the bookstore for a while, but the guys there all wanted to stand around and scowl at each other - no one was even playing with his dick. Of course I was quite frustrated and thinking about splitting when a guy came in, middle aged, bearded, small framed, who entered one of the booths, locking the door behind himself. I immediately entered the adjoining booth with the hope of sucking his cock. Instead he motioned for me to put my dick through the glory hole. His mouth was warm and got me good and hard. There was a pause and then a new sensation, he had backed his ass up on my cock. I fucked him for a second, but it wasn't a good angle, so I pulled out and told him to come join me in my booth. Once in my booth, he dropped to his knees again and sucked me off, making sure I was good and hard. He was desperate to get back to getting fucked, but I made him wait for it by face-fucking him, then pulling him up and making out with him. He had a really furry chest. Finally I couldn't hold back anymore, so I bent him over, but before I could slide in, he stopped me to spread some lube on his hole, which I did, then going in balls-deep, pumping hard. After a minute, I asked "You want this cum?" "Yeah," he answered. As I wanted him to beg for my poz load, I asked "You want my dirty cum?" He answered by pushing his ass back against my crotch, and muttering "Yeah, I want that" in a breathless, husky voice. I wasn't going to let him off that easy... so again I asked him "You like charged cum? You want my charged up load?" He didn't reply but moaned as he fucked against me harder. I was pounding him pretty hard now, I leaned over against him and whispered in his ear "I want to hear you say you want my poz load inside your ass." He replied in a whisper, his voice catching "Yeah, I want that poz load deep in my ass." I held on to his hips and continued fucking him, feeling the load churning, rising in my balls. Finally I couldn't hold it in any more: I thrust into him, deep, shooting my load in his hole. He cried out. I held him, panting, my cock still throbbing in his ass for a minute. Then I withdrew and dressed as he sat back, fingering his hole. "Good luck," I wished him as I left, walking out past all the posers who were still standing around. I still hadn't sucked enough cock or gotten fucked myself, so I went back tonight. But that's the next post.

going to Spa Excess in Toronto Tomorrow hoping to have fun last time fucked 2 guys and was fucked once but took many cocks in my mouth and rimmed a few asses!!! Hoping for a few loads up my ass this time!!

going to spa excess in Toronto this Saturday hit this ass and mouth up hard and often!! Please no loads refused!

New Years Eve (Part 2) I was glad to see that he was checking me out, too. He asked me about the butt plug harness, and I told him that I had just come from another sex club, and that I had at least 9 loads of cum in my hole. He said that he could take care of that, and told me to follow him to one of the club’s play spaces where there were wide, padded benches lining the walls. He ordered the boy to get down on his knees, behind me, while I unbuckled my butt plug harness and eased the butt plug out of my hole. Right away, I could feel cum starting to leak out. That’s when he pushed the boys face up against my ass, and ordered him to shove his tongue in and out of my hole and to start sucking. I could hear the boy gulping down mouthfuls of cum, and I moaned loudly each time he fucked his tongue in and out of my hole. He asked me if I was ready to get fucked, and I told him that, first, I had a big load of chem piss that I needed to get rid of. He saw a couple of empty water bottles on the floor, so he told the boy to pick them up and hand one of them to me. I quickly filled one bottle and about half of the second bottle with my potent chem piss. He handed the half filled bottle to the boy and told him to drink it. Having learned to follow orders, the boy guzzled it right down. Then, he handed the full bottle to me. No problem. I had drunk plenty of chem piss before, and I wanted to show him that I was good at being submissive, so down it went. I knew it would be about a half hour before it kicked in, and I was sure that he knew it too. He took a small metal box out of his pocket, and showed me the large vitamin capsules inside. I was sure that they didn’t contain vitamins. He looked at me and asked me if I wanted one or two for a booty bump. Before I could answer, he held three of the large capsules in his hand. He ordered the boy to rub some gun-oil on my opening, then push the large capsules inside. He told me to put my butt plug back in, which shoved the capsules farther inside of me. Next, he told me to get on my knees, in front of him, while he unsnapped his huge codpiece pouch, and handed it to the boy. I’ve seen some big cocks before, but this guy was incredible. I went right to work sucking his circumcised cock. A few times, he grabbed my head in both of his hands and skull fucked me, until his cock was too big for me to get it into my mouth. He said that we’d see if my ass could do a better job than my mouth. He told me to stand up and plant one foot up on the bench. Then, he ordered the boy to rub some gun-oil on his huge cock, and he told me to remove the butt plug. As he pushed into me, he said that he was going to fuck those meth-caps deep into my guts where they would dissolve faster. I was glad he fucked me slowly at first, letting me try to get used to the length as well as the immense girth of his cock, stretching my hole. He said that he could feel his cock head hitting the three meth-caps, and he grinned as he pushed them farther and farther inside with each stroke, until I could feel a mild burning sensation all the way inside my inner ring. To make them dissolve even faster, he shot a short stream of piss into me while his cock head was jammed up against my inner ring. I was already feeling high from the 20 hits I had taken when I was in my car, and the water bottle full of my own chem piss that he had told me to drink, had kicked in. I knew that the meth-caps had dissolved because I could feel my heart pounding really hard, and I felt a rush traveling from my ass, up through my chest, and into my head. He said that maybe I needed to lie down. He led me through the club and got me into the only available sling so that my ass was a few inches beyond the end of the sling. He ordered the boy to get me a bottle of water. It was plain water, this time, and he told me to drink it. Almost instantly, I felt a lot better, and my tweaking butt hole was begging for cock. I instinctively raised my legs and rested my feet in the stirrups, which spread my legs, and exposed my hole. I really get off on having a group of guys watch me get fucked, and quite a few had gathered around. To my surprise, I looked over to one side, and I saw him with his boy leaning against the wall. As he gave me a nod to let me know that he had everything under control, I felt a good sized cock in my hole, fucking me hard, his thighs slapping my ass with every stroke, until he blew his load. As soon as he pulled out his cock, I got fucked by another and another, not even thinking to keep count of how many there were. When it looked like every cock that wanted to fuck me was drained, he ordered the boy to bury his face in my ass, and suck all the loads of cum out of me, just as he had done earlier, tonguing my hole, and sucking and swallowing all of it. When he was finished, the boy looked over to the side for further instructions. He used the leash to pull the boy over to him, where he ordered the boy to lube his cock with more of the gun-oil. My hole kept twitching as I stared at his cock. I needed that horse cock fucking me. He stood at the end of the sling and teased my hole with the head of his cock, driving me wild, as I saw his cock growing thicker and longer. While he repeatedly pushed his cock head against my hole, he asked me if I was a cock-whore. He asked me if I was a meth-whore. He already knew the answers. He just wanted to make me say it. Then, he shoved into me, going deeper and deeper with each thrust, until his cock head was hitting my inner ring almost every time, making me stiffen and clamp my hole even tighter around his cock. I was surprised at his stamina, being able to fuck me continuously, for a long time without cumming. When he was ready to shoot his load, he pulled his cock out of me and told me to turn my head to one side, where he mashed his huge cock head against my lips. He told me to suck on his cock and to rub my tongue hard along the underside of his cock head, which made him groan loudly and breathe faster. The first jet of cum blasted into the back of my throat, and, before I could swallow all of it, five more jets, just as big, followed, so that all I could concentrate on was swallowing as fast as I could. I thought he was finished, but he kept alternating between grinning and jerking, each time his balls pumped still more and more cum across my tongue and down my throat. Up at the clothes check counter, he picked up a card and told me to write my phone number and my email address on it, so he could contact me whenever he felt like it. Usually, I’m very reluctant to give out my personal information, but, with him, I just handed it over without even thinking about it.

The ffun of the chase is OK but when it all cums together, then that's HOT

You are right on target. The first time was an accident, or so I thought until the dude who stealthed me wrote about it here (as he left, he told me he was going to and that I should look up this site). I recognized myself in the account. Turns out he planned all along to hook as a bottom and then flip and stealth with a condom he'd fixed to break. When I realized I'd been played, I started reading more online and learned there's a huge number of dudes who get off on stealthing, even if it's just breeding but not necessarily pozzing the bottom who thinks he's playing safe. I was pretty naive, I guess. The more I read about it from twisted tops' point of view, the more turned on I got, and the more normal the idea of BB sex became--for better or worse. The second time for me was at Slammer in LA, where I was totally looking for a top who wanted to fuck raw. I get the appeal of stealth for tops, but as a bottom, I wanted to do it with someone who liked filling a dude's ass to overflowing. I never wanted to play safe again after realizing how amazing it feels unwrapped.

After Adam, it was a while before I barebacked again. I had sex with Aaron again over Christmas, but other than that I really wasn't messing around with guys much. I was working really hard and my firm is the kind where I can work late (past 8pm) and they provide dinner and you get a car to take you home. That seemed so much easier than any other way of working and I needed to keep my billing hours up. Basically, this is why I wasn't fucking around much. One day, I went home at 8pm because I wanted to jack off and then work in my underwear with the tv on. I would feel more relaxed. I also popped on AOL and a4a, no grindr yet, and was chatting with guys while I worked. Both my profiles were very clear, SAFE SEX ONLY. I found this really great guy, John, and he was one of those guys that gets me to open up easily and he was also hot. He was shorter than me, 5'11" and had a baseball player's build - big arms and shoulders and strong legs with a tapered waist and tight stomach (no abs showing like me, but I was just thinner). We had a good time chatting while I worked. I worked like this at night a few nights a week over a period of a few months and I'd regularly chat with John. John was a great guy, living in the suburbs about an hour away, and I was never sure that I'd meet him. I learned that he was kind of slutty, which I liked. He dated a lot of guys, but was never finding someone he really wanted to date long term. His parents and friends were cool with him being gay and he still lived at home, which was a nice suburban house with a hot tub and pool, nice backyard, deck. I told him about Will and Aaron. I told him that I was mostly a bottom, but was working a lot and not doing much with guys. We talked about music, movies, etc. and had a really good time chatting. It was easy. One night we chatted about bareback and safe sex. I admitted that I had fucked bareback with a few guys. He responded by saying that my profile said safe sex only and I said, I really want to use condoms, but I can get carried away. He said, he'd done it with and without condoms. I asked how he made is decision about condom use and he said he could always tell when a bottom was slutty enough to fuck without condoms. I asked how and he said sometimes by how they act or what they say, but usually how they act and what they say when they are naked. He said the key was whether or not the bottom specifically mentioned a condom once they were about to fuck. He asked how I decided and I told him it was usually spur of the moment and I didn't think about it. But, I did say with Will it was an active decision. He said he understood and we chatted about other things after that. Later that week, John invited me to a bbq he was having. His parents would be out of town and he was having a bunch of guys over to hang out, drink, smoke a little, and that I should definitely come. I was nervous about meeting him in person. What if he didn't like me once we met? What if his friends thought I was ugly? What if...What if...etc??? These are all things I thought and never said to John. Instead, I said what do your friends know about me and he said that you are hot, tall, smart, and a good guy. I asked if they knew what I'd told him about getting barebacked. He said, "No way. That is our secret." I told him I'd decide that weekend based on my workload but I really wanted to meet him and he said he hoped I'd come. The Party That Changed Everything I decided to go to the party. I thought it would be great to make some new gay friends since I still didn't really have a "core" group to hang out with regularly. I was also really excited to meet John. I didn't know if we'd date, have sex or just be good friends, but I really wanted one or more of them to happen. I was also nervous because I was worried he wouldn't like me, etc. It was really warm out, so I wore a tight polo shirt and shorts that showed off my ass. I also brought a small trunk bathing suit with the "football pants" ties in the front and a tank top in case we swam. John had also said I could stay over if I was took drunk to drive home. So I brought another shirt too. (I am kind of a clothes fanatic. I like to look good.) I got there and I was really nervous. I waited outside for a minute in my car thinking I would just leave. Instead, I saw some hot guys going in and I decided to get out of my car. I rang the bell and John opened the door. God he was fucking gorgeous.....he looked exactly like I'd always hoped he would - the high school baseball star, but aged 27. He was excited to see me and gave me a huge hug. I was so relieved. He took me out to the deck where guys were chatting and hanging out, swimming, drinking, etc. It was like everyone knew each other. John said they all knew each other from dating, the suburban bars, high school, etc. Every guy was bi or gay. So many hot guys. John could see I was nervous and a bit out of place. He took my hand and said, "You are so hot. I'm so glad you came. Let's get a drink and I'll introduce you to people." We got vodka lemonades, I made mine strong to calm my nerves. He introduced me around and by the time we got back around to the drinks, his two best friends were in the kitchen. He left me with them and I had a couple more drinks with them. Greg and Andy, the best friends, and I decided to go swimming because we were drinking too fast. They already had their suits on and I said I needed to change and Greg said, "Just go naked." We all laughed. I went to the bathroom and slipped out of my clothes and into my suit. I came out and the guys in the kitchen stared. Greg sad, "I could tell you had a great body, but damn John can pick the hotties." I blushed and a few guys said they liked my suit. We went out to swim. It was fun. We laughed and played around and eventually Andy and I were in these floating chairs. Greg or one of the other guys brought us drinks when they refilled. It was an easy day. I was getting a little drunk and the food was ready. We went inside and a few guys were standing around chatting and eating. One of the guys was telling a story about a really slutty hookup of his that he met at the bar last weekend. Brief story, the storyteller who was totally hot - short, tan, ripped body and a good solid face - said he met this dude, they danced, and then went to the parking lot and instead of leaving, the guy let him fuck him right there. The storyteller ended by saying he was such a slut, he begged me to cum inside him. One of the guys said, "Did you?" The storyteller said yes. I was getting a bit hard, but hidden behind the breakfast bar, my increasingly hard cock was hidden from view. John appeared next to me just as the conversation became one of safe versus bareback sex. Most of the guys said they only did safe sex. The storyteller called out one guy he'd fucked bareback and the guy blushed and agreed he had no always used condoms. Greg and Andy and John all said that bareback sex was hot, but they usually did it with condoms. Everyone seemed to look at me at one point and I said, I always use condoms. I was so embarrassed that I'd had to say anything. John put his hand on my ass and squeezed. I looked at him and he winked. After that, the party broke up into groups again. People swimming, drinking, the music got louder. I was hanging out with Greg and Andy and John. Greg got his pipe and we smoked some pot in the back yard while sitting in some awesome patio chairs. I was high and kinda drunk by now. Greg was generous with his stuff. He was really nice. I was now only in my tank top and swimsuit. Greg brought the conversation to tops and bottoms. Greg and Andy were versatile and had fucked each other a few times. John was almost always a top, but had tried bottoming. I admitted I was almost always the one getting fucked. Then Greg, who I guess was the aggressive one of the friends, brought the conversation back around to the bareback discussion. Under some pressure from the guys, I admitted that guys had fucked me bareback. Greg was interested and asked me details. I shared as we smoked some more. John was smiling and said, "I was keeping your secrets, but get you a little drunk and high and you open up so easy." We all laughed. At this point, it was getting dark and the party was breaking up. Some guys had other stuff to do and still another larger group had planned to go out to the bars after John's party and John let them all get changed in his house. It was now down to Greg, Andy, John and myself. John said, "We have a ton of booze left, let's get drunk and everyone can stay over." I agreed. We helped John clean up and hung out on the deck drinking and talking. I was getting cold so John told me to come upstairs and he'd try to find something to fit me (I'm 6'2". He's 5'11". Might be a challenge.) We went upstairs and we quickly found a tee shirt and light jacket, but the pants were an issue. We ran to his brother's room (in Europe for the summer) and he came back with some sweat pants that barely fit me. He said, "Sorry best I can do." I dropped my swimsuit and put on my briefs and the sweatpants. That's when John kissed me. I was really turned on and kissed him back and we made out. After a few minutes John said, "Let's go back downstairs." He put on sweat pants and sweat shirt and we went downstairs. The other guys had jackets or jeans on because they were cold too. We had some more drinks and then Greg says, "Look what I found in my jacket pocket?" It was a little bag of white powder. He asked us if we wanted to do some lines of coke. I admitted that I never had. The other guys said, "Don't worry. We'll take care of you if anything goes wrong." I was nervous but I did the lines with them. I was high as fuck from the booze, pot and now the coke. I was also so horny from being around the hot guys in swimsuits and making out with John a few minutes earlier. I went back inside to make drinks and John came with me. He asked how I was feeling and I told him I was good, but really high and horny. John kissed me again and we went to the living room to make out on the couch. Our clothes came off pretty fast and soon I was straddling his lap in just my underwear. He was just in his sweat pants. I do remember that he didn't put on underwear earlier because I could feel his hard cock pushing on me through the sweat pants. The other guys had come in to get drinks and see if we were alright. They saw us making out and Greg laughed and said, "Alright John!" Andy punched him in the arm and they just watched. I was so high and turned on that didn't care. After a while, my underwear was off and John's cock was out of the sweat pants. He bent me over the couch and started eating my ass. I could see Greg and Andy kissing and they were stroking each other's cocks, but they were really watching John and I. John ate my ass like it was his fucking favorite thing to do. He stayed at it forever. I remember giving him head, but not as much as I remember how he ate my ass. I was pulling my ass cheeks apart as far as they would go. He was definitely inside the outer sphincter penetrating me with his tongue over and over like he was fucking me with it. I was a fucking bitch in heat. He stopped and laid his cock on my ass. I looked back at him and said, "Condom and lube?" He said, "No problem. Be right back." Greg and Andy came over at this point and ran their hands over my ass, but nothing more. They went over and sat on the other couch and took off their pants and kept stroking their hard cocks. John came back and lubed my ass and I lubed his cock and he called his friends "pervs" but didn't tell them to leave and neither did I. He sat on the couch and handed me the condom and I straddled him and we made out some more. At this point his friends were directly behind me about 8 feet and I couldn't care less. I wanted John so badly. As we made out his cock kept rubbing against my ass and on my hole that he had opened up so much. I still had the condom in my hand. He reached down and held his cock to make me moan more as I rubbed my ass on it. I kissed him hard and just started to back my bare ass down on his cock. He looked into my eyes and I just kept sliding down. I winced and halted and he grabbed both my hands. He could feel the unopened condom in the one and squeezed that hand. I slid my ass further down on his cock and said I want this. He moaned and let me start riding his cock. I heard his friends say something, but I didn't care. I was just loving riding John's cock. it was 7" cut and felt good sliding in and out of my bare ass. I didn't care that his friends saw be getting fucked barebacked. John bent me over the back of the couch and started really fucking me. At this point Greg came around and put his cock in my face. I started sucking his Greg's cock. Now I was getting spitroasted by these two guys and John called me a slut and said my ass felt so good. He fucked me for like 10 minutes and I was sucking Greg and licking his balls, but my focus was on John so I'm not sure how much attention Greg's cock was really getting. John said, I'm coming and he blew his load in my ass. He kind of collapsed on top of me and kissed my neck. I stopped sucking Greg and kissed John. John slipped from my ass and I turned over and he stroked me and went to suck me. Greg walked around and picked up my legs and stood in front of me and pulled me forward until his cock was lined up with my ass. I saw the condom on the couch between John and I and he saw me look at it and said, "No way am I using that after I saw you take him bareback." He then slipped inside my ass. Greg didn't last long and he came fairly quickly, but his cock was thicker. John then fucked me again and came inside me. Andy came by jerking off on the other couch watching us. I came as John was fucking me the second time. Greg and Andy fell asleep on the other couch and John and I went to his bed. He sucked my cock in bed and I came again. It was an awesome night. I woke up before everyone in the morning and was taking a shower when I heard the door to the bathroom open. It was Andy. He said it was really hot watching me getting fucked last night. He also said he's glad I felt comfortable enough to let him watch. Then he got in the shower with me. Andy pushed me against the wall and said it was his turn to fuck me. He was such a nice guy but this aggressive side was hot and I got hard. He squirted some shampoo on his cock and slid it in my ass. He said, "I'll be quick because the shampoo will burn in a bit." Andy just went to town on my ass. He fucked me hard and quick and then came in my ass after only a few minutes. I was so turned on that I came on the tile wall. After we finished Andy picked my cum up with his fingers and ate it. It was an awesome morning. We drove to the city and all went to brunch. John, Greg, Andy and I hung out until mid afternoon and then they went back to the burbs. John and I chatted again after that my phone and email. He said he felt uncomfortable dating me because I'd let his friends fuck me bareback. He said I was too slutty for him, but he wanted to be friends. After that conversation, our friendship fizzled. Greg came into the city to go to the bars a lot more than the other boys. He often slept over at my place when he didn't pick up a boy and he fucked me a lot. I always took his load and never asked him to use a condom. Greg disappeared from my world one day and I haven't seen him since although he and Andy still talk sometimes. Andy and I only fucked a few more times including a couple of 3somes with Greg, but Andy got a boyfriend by the next year and they moved to Hawaii and got married. Seriously, Andy is an awesome guy and we are still friends. I'm not sure his husband knows all about me, but once when his husband was drunk he called me a cum dump and I just smiled. John's party basically blew my mind. I almost never used a condom since I slid down on John's cock with the unopened condom still in my hand. There are a few more stories of me slipping further into being a cum dump from my online hookups which became more frequent, to boyfriends, to poz guys, to my first real fuck buddy. More to come......I hope you guys still like it.

I think the hookup sites should add "neg, on PrEP" as a standard menu choice for status. And guys on PrEP should be open about it to educate people and clear up misconceptions. It may scare off some assholes in the short term, but ultimately guys who want to minimize their risk while BBing will start to realize that PrEPpies are a far safer bet than the self-identified neg guys.