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I grew up in the early 80's in a small town that was only an hour away from a fairly large city. My family rarely went there, but we got their newspaper every day. I never really cared about anything except the comics pages, but I discovered the "Arts and Leisure" section around the age of 10. I liked reading movie reviews and book reviews and I really loved the ads for all the movies they showed in the big city. It felt like such a gyp because my family didn't even have a VCR at the time. there was always one ad for a movie theater that always showed a shirtless muscle guy or some man in tiny shorts. The ad gave an address, but not the name of the place unless "Sizzling Hot Movies 24 Hours" was the name. I was well in to my late teens when I mentally decided to go to that theater one day. The ads were always vague but enticing. For around four straight weeks it showed this pouting, hot guy who I now know was Jeff Stryker. He became my secret fantasy boyfriend in those last years of high school. I knew I was gay, but had no idea how to BE gay. 1989 When it came time to pick a college, I knew I wanted to go somewhere in that city. And live there. My grades and my family's finances played a big part in me choosing a community college. Despite their somewhat humble means, my parents could be snobs and they thought the dorms were disgusting. "Like tombs made of concrete and painted in hideous colors", my mom declared. Dad thought there'd be too much partying and 'carrying on'. They agreed to put me up in a nearby apartment as long as it was under 250.00 a month and I got a on-campus job to help pay for some of my expenses. Deal! I found a place all by myself...only a few blocks from that nameless movie house. It was a studio in a sort of nice building that had virtually no smell. The neighborhood wasn't great and you could only park on the street, but I had a shitty car with no stereo, so I didn't worry about it being stolen or broken into. I moved my stuff in and nested a bit that week before classes started. I found a part-time job in the science building taking care of newts, salamanders and frogs. Feeding them was easy, but cleaning their tanks was a smelly hassle. I went to classes and met a few people who seemed nice. The studying and homework took not that much time....high school was tougher. So the weekend came and my only obligation was showing up to feed the amphibians at 11:00 am on Saturday morning. So on Friday night, I decided to go to that theater at last. I was only about three blocks from there and decided to walk. This was a pretty poor area and some of the streetlights were out and the sidewalks were crumbled and littered with broken glass. I didn't have an imposing physique, but I walked like a bad-ass who had been living here for twenty years. It worked because I arrived under the flashing lights of the marquis unscathed. There I was. I was at the no-name movie house .... finally. The sign was sloppily arranged with big plastic letters that almost properly spelled out "Deviant Pool Party" and "Leather Dungeon" and "Special Guest". OK. I was ready. The ticket counter was one-way glass and I couldn't see the woman who asked for twenty bucks. I was cool, though -- and acted like I came here all the time. There was no concession stand or the smell of popcorn. Just a simple lobby that made an attempt to look like a cinema entry. There were two doors....one led upstairs and one led downstairs. I could already hear speakers blare out the cheaply-composed music I always figured porn would have. I went upstairs. It seemed like a pretty sparse crowd down in the theater seating, but the very upper wall was crowded with guys just standing. As I let my my eyes adjust, I saw that some of them were making out intensely and about five were down on their knees giving blow jobs. OK. I just had to find a spot to be. I could lean against a wall as well as anybody. As I looked around, a couple of hands reached out and touched me...and then I was in a tangle of dudes. My crotch and ass were pawed and somebody handed me a full can of beer. I diplomatically removed myself from the impromptu molestation and made my way farther down the wall. I think I said something like "My friends are waiting for me. Be right back." But hey - I had a free beer. I strolled and drank it down. It was warm and tasted a little weird. I found a bare spot against the wall and got to lean back at least. I finally got a chance to look at the screen. Some muscle guy with a perfect ass was drilling a smaller dude on the side of a pool. It was a sunny scene and so I could see a lot of the guys around me. One of them was leaning against the back row of seats but has turned around to look right at me. He was a little chubby, but not terrible-looking. He had a handsome face, but with dark circles under his eyes. I nodded at him and he approached me. "Whatcha drinkin'?" I took another sip and told him that somebody had handed it to me. He took it from me and smelled it. "Well. Don't do that again". I grabbed it back and finished it off with one swallow. "Why not?" I was feeling just great. "Well, look behind you. Those guys drugged you so they could fuck you. Are you new to the planet or something?" I looked back and there was a small gang of shadows slowly moving toward us. "Come with me", this new friend said as he grabbed my wrist with his large hand and drug me away. We went down some stairs and through a door. We were in a whole different theater. I was confused and felt like going to sleep. "This is where they show straight porn movies. We'll be okay here for a while, but I need to get you home". I was tired but horny at the same time. I held my hero close and kissed him on the mouth. My first kiss. I reached around and caressed his ass and felt his dick grow through the crotch of his jeans. "Not a smart idea, friend". "It's the only idea I have". Over the speakers, I could hear some woman moaning in a completely fake way. "My cum is hot," he finally said. I thought that sounded sexy, so I started unzipping him and making a move to my knees so I could put it in my mouth. "Wait. Do you not understand?? I have AIDS! I'll do this, but you need to understand what it means for you". I had a head full of mud and couldn't really think of anything but sucking his dick. So I did. And he let me. It was nice at first and then he pushed a little too far in my throat and I gagged a bit. "Oh what the fuck", he said as he pulled me up and took my pants down. Before I even knew what was going on, he had his dick in my ass. My instincts ranged from screaming to falling sleep. I let it be. He was thrusting into me and telling me how sorry he was. Sorry? I was on all fours on the floor and hot cum friend was inside of me. He kept going and going. How long did gay sex last? I had to sleep soon. Then he groaned and held my hips to his crotch. "I'm sorry". I wanted to ask him why he was sorry about everything, but he quickly pulled me up and helped me get my jeans zipped as he did the same. "They're here." I yawned and said "Who?" "That posse that gave you the tainted beer. The bearded Mexican guy is poz as are most of his friends. I know at least a few of them carry knives. I have to go. I'm so, so sorry". I would miss him, but I really needed a nap now. I laid flat on the floor and had crazy dreams about men laughing as they fucked my mouth and ass. I also dreamed I was bleeding. Also hungry salamanders who would go a whole day without food.

(Based on a true story) 1993 I was at The Dixie Queen, ("DQ"), which was the sleaziest bar in my mid-sized city. I'd heard it called a 'cruise bar' and as a 'leather bar', but it was really just a place you went to when you were horny. Guys from New York or Chicago would laugh at how tame it was, but I found the place thrilling, and as it was located midway between work and my house, I went there quite frequently. The men who frequented DQ were definitely not pretty, and also didn't dress like models. In fact, most of them seemed a little dirty -- which was fine by me. Anyway -- I was sitting at a table next to my friend Brad with whom I sometimes went home. He was a giant guy who worked as a bouncer at DQ some nights. I had a feeling our friendship would soon come to an end as I know he wanted us to be actual boyfriends and I just knew it was not meant to be. Our nights together usually consisted of Brad cooing I was his boy as I sucked him off. He told me more than once that I was the only person who had ever deep-throated him completely. It's not like I was an expert or anything -- I was just so turned-on by his 6'6" frame and impressive dick and the safe opportunity to swallow his cum. The problem was I didn't want to let him fuck me. I also wondered how in the world I would ever take him home to meet my parents or my friends or my co-workers. Brad was just so big and sorta odd-looking. So we were sharing a pitcher of beer, and he was massaging my leg. Out of the blue he asked "Will you marry me?" I was a little buzzed and mentally went through all the possible responses I had in my brain, but instead of a carefully reply, I simply blurted "Yes." To celebrate, Brad bought shots for the two of us, the bartender and for a few people nearby. I swallowed the drink with a guilty conscience, knowing there was no way we would ever be a couple. Or could we? I loved his big body and his size 16 feet. I loved the taste of his cum which was always a little bitter thanks to all the coffee he drank and the cigarettes he smoked. I was also fond of the piss fetish we both seemed to be developing. A few times he'd unzip his fly and put a few squirts of urine into my drink. And one night, he pissed all over my discarded clothes on the floor so I couldn't leave and would have to spend the night with him. I should maybe really commit to Brad, shouldn't I? No. It would never work....and I knew that in my soul. The place started filling up fast. It was, after all, Friday night. Quite soon we were surrounded by rowdy dudes who had made the rounds of the local bars, and the ambient noise level prohibited conversation with even the person seated next to one - for which I suppose I was grateful, if only because serious conversations simply couldn't be undertaken. At this point I really needed to take a piss, to I mouthed 'bathroom' to Brad and disappeared into the throng. Good God, it was crowded. I managed my way through to the restroom and of course there was a line. By the time I was done there was huge throng of guys blocking me from my seat next to Brad. I stood still and looked around. I was near the bar so I made my way there to order a beer. Luckily the bartender knew me pretty well and went out of his way to serve me in this mess. (It pays to tip well.) I stood there and sipped contentedly, knowing I was already past my limit. Then some young guy touched my back and asked "Hi, having a good time?" "Yeah" I lied. "You look sad." "A few minutes ago I received a marriage proposal." After he looked me up and down he asked "By how many guys?" I smiled. He was probably around my age or maybe a year younger. While he was thin and wore glasses, I wouldn't label him a 'nerd'. "I'm Bobby and I want you to come join our party downstairs. I insist." "Well, okay." I never went to the basement of this place. I like nasty thugs as much as the next guy, but he men who went down there were always old and into bondage and role-play and shit I that didn't interest me. In addition, the basement smelled like a gerbil cage. Oh, and the staircase was so steep I was somewhat concerned I'd stumble and fall, making an ass of myself. But on this occasion, notwithstanding the amount I'd had to drink, I made it down the staircase without mishap and followed Bobby to a large table at which several guys were seated, and who were sharing three pitchers of beer. Bobby introduced me saying "This is ---- oh fuck, what's your name?" "Hi, I'm Curt." We all exchanged nods and greetings. I looked at all of them. Not a dud in the bunch. I was particularly attracted to one Latin guy who was bearded and and a bit chubby. He had the widest shoulders I'd ever seen on a guy his size. "Curt just got engaged!" "No, no," I corrected "I got proposed to." "Well, whatever. Come have a drink with us." Bobby sat me down in the only empty chair which was right next to the Latin I'd been subtly ogling. Bobby remained standing and would disappear every so often to deliver shots to us all. I must have been pretty drunk because I picked up one of the pitchers and drank from the rim of it. Looks were exchanged around the table, but I didn't care too much. Bobby stood behind me and rubbed my shoulders. "Don't get too wasted, Curt. We're all going to the hot tub now!" I took one more swig from the nearest pitcher and said, "Let's go!" I only briefly thought of Brad as we made our way out into the night air. Turns out we were going to a condo which was a short walk from the front door. I don't remember too much about the trip. The next thing I knew, we were all stripping naked around a giant hot tub -- or a jacuzzi. What was the difference? The bubbling, blue water looked so inviting. I was the first in, and the others plopped down around me. It was so nice that I was afraid Id go to sleep and drown. Somebody (probably Bobby) pushed a bottle of poppers under my nose. I took a whiff. It made me dizzy, but less sleepy. I looked around and saw all the bare chests. This was heaven. Then I noticed some bare cock heads popping up from the water like periscopes. And some toes. Heaven indeed. I felt the urge to go under water...and to float in this nirvana. I did. It felt like a dream. "Whoa. Let's get him out," somebody said. Several wet hands lifted me onto a wide wooden bench covered with white towels. I could still hear the bubbles. The a giant body covered me with hairy warmth. It was the big Latin guy on whom I had a crush. I might be reluctant to marry Brad, but I'd definitely marry the Latin who, at this moment, first addressed me saying, somewhat cryptically,, "This ain't going to be easy." I didn't know what he meant because I was busy kneading his big ass cheeks and enjoying the sensation of his controlling weight on my body. And then he prodded his big cock head into me. I yelled, but one of the other dudes clamped a towel over my mouth while somebody else secured my shoulders, preventing me from squirming away from the Latin who continued pumping my ass. Not once did it felt good. I tried to remember how hot I thought he was earlier, but it didn't matter now. Funny how that works? And it was only a minute later that he finished up with a loud grunt. Bobby whispered into my ear: "He's the biggest, so the rest won't hurt as much." The rest? After that every dude fucked me on that bench. And, as far as I could tell, not one used a condom, nor was even one of the encounters even slightly pleasurable. An then Bobby was in me. I remember thinking he looked much cuter without his glasses, and in any event, he kissed me passionately, and fucked me as vigorously as the rest of the guys, but unlike the other guys, I actually enjoyed being fucked by Bobby. Looking back I think his cock was ramming my prostate on each down stroke - which, of course made all the difference, and taught me why many guys crave being fucked. Afterward Bobby blew and we caught our breath, he helped me to my feet and we all dressed - in an awkward silence. I couldn't help but notice my legs were smeared with blood and cum. Bobby walked me out. "You've got several HIV loads inside your ass, including mine. We all do this to a different young guy every weekend, but I need you to know that you are very sweet and cute. If I didn't have a lover, I'd ask you out." "Which one is your lover?" "He was the second guy to fuck you. Let me drive you home, okay? You are out of it and still bleeding," he remarked, gesturing at my feet. A little trail of bright red droplets glistened in the deck lighting. Bobby dropped me off at my place, he promised to help me come get my car over the weekend. "By the way, I'm sorry your engagement didn't work out."

First will say fiction may be based on real story. Ok well it all started one afternoon in May the weather was hot as hell and I had finally completed a very long stretch of 7 day straight work weeks and was relieved that my vacation had finally arrived , I was going to be off for 2 weeks plus I was using my 4 personal days and 2 sick days to add to vacation so I had 3 weeks off and my girlfriend and I decided to kick it off with a party and she invite some of her bitchy stuck up girlfriends and I invite a few of my buddies and I knew she had plans to play match maker again , my buddies were a few dudes that I skateboard with , everything is skateboard and video games , so a chance to hang with some girls got them to come over right away. The party started off fine and one of my buds called on his way over and asked if I was off for 3 weeks that I should let him bring over some party favors and we all get twisted crazy high , I wasn't sure what he had in mind but Hell I was on vacation and I was up for experimenting with what ever he brought . My bud showed up and hit it off right away with one of the girls and they passed around little purple pills with a cartoon on them and we all took one and hung out on the back patio and swam in the pool and about 30 mins later we all began to feel the pill and it was amazing my bud said we were rolling our ass off . every one became very friendly except for my girlfriend I was talking with one of her girls and must of got lost in the conversation talking for a long time and my girlfriend got extremely pissed off and said that I was flirting. and she threw a huge fit and yelled and made a very load scene and told everyone they had to get the fuck out and told me she was sick of me anyway and wanted me to pack my things and move out of the house. The house belonged to her and I had only lived with her for a few weeks so I mostly had only some clothes and my skateboard gear and a t.v and a bed that I kept in spare room and used on the nights that she was not in the mood which was like all the time. So one of my skater buds said he had a couple of dudes he knew that lived together and needed a room mate, but that they were very alternative and they loved to get high and party a lot . But I didn't have really any options I needed a place immediately and Hell I was fucking extremely high from what my bud brought over so couldn't really be against dudes partying or being alternative I guess . So he called them and they said they were home all weekend and to come over . They were hanging out partying and listening to music and surfing on their computers , and the spare room was clean and empty and ready if I wanted to bring my stuff over. I asked my bud what they wanted me to bring them for a deposit or first months rent and they said fuck that just come over and hang out and party with them and if I liked the place and they think I am what they are looking for then we could work something out . I loaded my stuff in my buds truck which took like only 30 mins and we headed over , So on the way I was so fucking high and almost forgot to ask what my bud meant by they were alternative and also what were they looking for in a room mate ? And he told me that they were both alternative lifestyle dudes meaning that they we both openly gay and they were looking for a young college or punk type that was straight and good looking ,, I said I really was unsure about moving in with 2 gay dudes and why were they looking for a straight roommate , forgetting about the good looking part , and my friend said they must want a straight room mate so they don't have any competition from a room mate when they hang out or have parties and that they probably will get a kick out of showing me off to their friends and make them jealous . I that must be the good looking part ,they want to have their friends think that they have a straight dude that is cool hanging with them and that maybe behind closed doors there might be some messing around going on that nobody knows . I thought well Fuck it , I am straight and I like girls and I don't care what color someone is or if they are gay or straight or bi or what ever , My school had all types of dudes and I was friends with many of them and comfortable around any of them .And if they think I look hot when they meet me and they will have fun messing with their friends making them jealous and wonder what's going on then that's cool with me. I really need a place and if everyone thinks I'm hot then hell it might make me feel really good about myself and I will enjoy the attention as I hang out with them and I know that a lot of them have straight female friends that they call { fag hags } and I will have no completion either. So we get to the house and it is a very large almost mansion size home and all the houses are spread way apart with lots of property and trees between them , So we get to the door and someone yells in a very load and girly voice to just come in it open , and they are in the back living room , the house looked like it was filled with many rooms that were big enough to be a living room ,when we got to the back room both guys were hanging out on big sofas playing on their laptops and loud music that sounded really cool coming from speakers in the walls. But their was a huge 80 inch screen t.v playing and I thought it was some kind of video with the music , but as we sat down and said hello and waited for them to look up and respond and chat with us , when I looked back at the screen I realized it was like some kind of model show or maybe soft porn , because they were all guys naked but dancing and flexing their muscles and rubbing eachother but not having sex . I might have been nervous any other time but I was still so fucking high that I didn't care. then they finally stopped typing on their laptops and looked up and said OHHH FUCK to my bud ,that he didn't tell them that I was fucking HOT , and the other guys said he loved my outfit and that skater dudes are his ultimate fantasy and that normally everyone takes off their shoes when they are in the house but in my case they make an exception , I can keep my high top converse on anytime and put them on the furniture or rest them in his lap while we sit together on the couch watching Porn then he laughed and said opps I mean t.v . then the other guy said did I like the house and I said hell ya and he said lets go out and get your things and put them in my room opps he laughed again I mean in your new room. So I agreed and that was it I was going to be the new roommate , and we got my stuff and then sat back down and they passed me a pipe and said smoke on this for a while and tell them if I like it , it was some really good but strong stuff . and I didn't know what it was but I took it any way and began puffing away and suddenly I was feeling very very good and I asked what was it that I was smoking and he laughed and said wow you are going to be a lot of fun , and for me to just keep smoking away on it and don't worry what its called and it just another drug like any other , so hell if felt amazing like nothing I have ever felt so I couldn't help it I just kept smoking it and he came over and filled it back up really full and said just hold on to it and smoke away they had 2 other pipes on the table and that one was now mine . My bud said that he was glad that I liked the place and that he would stay but the girl from the party was texting him to come back over that they were back at my now x girl friends place , So I said it was all cool and he should go have fun and I was glad that she kicked me out , she was a nasty bitch to me all the time and she never wanted to fool around , she always had an excuse why we couldn't make out or have sex .. and my bud got up and walked out the door and said he'd call me later ,, then the other guy got up from his laptop and came over and sat next to me and said so why don't you tell me all about it , tell me how that nasty bitch treated you and how you had to put up with her being selfish and mean teasing you and holding out on sex , , then he said I wont bite but I'm serious why don't you put your legs up on the couch , leave your converse on and rest them on my legs . while you tell me how she didn't have sex with you and had to get hard and go without and did my balls get really full and hurt because I had no one to relieve them .So I put my legs up and rested my converse on his legs , he then grabbed my converse and pulled them into his lap and pushed them into his crotch he then said that he went to school to do massage and he started rubbing my legs and as I continued to tell him about my awful girlfriend the other dude got up and came over and sat on my other side and asked how I was feeling and I said I was feeling so incredibly high and I don't think I ever felt so high before but it felt so good and I loved how it felt . then I realized the other guy was rubbing my back and the other guy had one hand rubbing my leg and the other hand had ahold of my converse and was moving them around on his crotch but maybe he was just adjusting them to get comfortable , even though I could swear that I could feel something hard in his lap when it rubbed against my ankle . The other guy then began to take off my shirt, and said that its summer time and I need to relax and be comfortable . and I was feeling really high from smoking and just then he put the pipe back in my mouth and said smoke so I did and I was feeling great ,but also I was also feeling kinda dizzy but not in a bed way , almost kinda like I was high and drunk and stoned all at the same time . and he handed me my drink and said to have some more , and I didn't remember having a drink but I was high so I must have forgot , and I continued to tell them all about the hell I went through and was getting all my stress out telling them while they smoothed it away rubbing me all over . I looked over at the big screen t.v and it was no longer the soft video that was playing , I was a guy sitting back in a chair and someone down between his legs working on his cock I think I couldn't tell because I looked away so as not to be caught watching it if it was a gay porn , but then the one guy commented on the video and I naturally looked again and it was a guy in a chair but he was tied down to the chair and the other person was also a guy and he had ahold of the dudes cock and was sucking and pumping it with his hand , while the guy in the chair struggled and moved trying to free himself the other dude just kept on working his cock and ignored his bound hostage . I then noticed that both guys were now rubbing my body all over and that my shorts were completely off and I was wearing only my boxer briefs , and realized that the other dudes were down to their underwear also , but they were actually jock straps , and again the guy was rubbing my converse against his crotch, but was definitely his bulge , I looked again at the t.v and saw that the dude working his cock was standing up beside the other dude and he was forcing him to take a shot of something , then he gave him another shot of something but this time it was on his cock , and the guy in the chair began to cough and he stopped struggling, and his cock was fucking super hard like it had been pumped up with an air hose and was about to burst , the other guy went back down and began sucking and jacking him again , as he put some kind of liquid on his fingers of his other hand then he began rubbing it on his own hole and was pushing his fingers into his own hole , I then looked away and the one dude said to me was it ok that the tv was playing porn , and I said I didn't care , it was their house and they are gay so gay porn is what you like , I'm sure if you come in my room sometime I may have on straight porn , then the other guy said when it comes down to it , it is all just sex and the act of giving another person pleasure , , I then looked back at the t.v and said well maybe but why is the other guy tied down and he was struggling before but now his cock is crazy hard and he is just sitting back and moaning ,, and they both said that is because the guy tied down is straight and the other guy shot him up with the drug that you are smoking and his cock is shot up with a medical hard on medicine that will keep his cock hard for like 2 hours and make him cum 3 or 4 even 5 times . I said oh I see but before I could speak I saw the guy sucking his cock get up and sit down on the other dudes lap and he reached down and guided the dudes cock into his ass and he was not wearing a condom either and the dude began slowly pumping up and down on the other dudes cock as he sat back and moaned like crazy , and the 2 guys rubbing me said that the guy tied down has now finally surrendered and is enjoying what is happening ,, and the other dude said yes now he is going to get his cock milked and that dude riding him is going to milk load after load after load from him and make him cum deep up inside his hungry ass . But before I could speak the 2 dudes forced me up and took me over to a chair in front of the t.v and sat me down and forced my hands and ankles to be tied to the chair , the other dude said as he was holding a needle in his hand , that I was about to get the same thing happen to me but that I am going to be extremely high and my cock hard as a rock all day and all night because both the dudes want my cock and lots and lots and lots of cum ,the dude told me that they are going to milk load after load after load from me with their hungry bouncing holes on my cock making me cumm and shoot it deep up inside them then use it for lube to begin milking me all over again , they told me that I was not their room mate , but that I was now their slave and my cock now belongs to them and no more nasty girl bitch ,, from now on my balls are will be producing loads of cum all day every day , and they are going to be milking me every day over and over and I will no longer need to be tied down , that I will surrender and obey they as they tell me to sit back or lay back while they milk all the cum from me that their hungry holes want and need , my new purpose is producing cum to feed their holes. and the other dude shot a load of cum all over the rubber toe caps of my converse and told me that I could never wash it off , that other dudes must see the cum on my converse and know that it marks me that I'm am owned by a master and the other dude shot his load on the other rubber toe cap and said marked and owned by 2 masters ., They kept me extremely high all the tie for my whole 3 week vacation , and milked me so many times I could never even try to think how many times it was , they even had a couple bb bottom dudes that were online and said they could not find any dick ,,they had them come over and made me sit back and let them milk a few loads out with their holes too , .

I do not get to play as much as I like. But Thursday I was able to have someone over and he fisted me hard for 3 hours. Punch fisting and double fisting. The only reason we stopped was the bleeding from my ass was getting to be too much (for him). Then Friday night I went to the bathhouse. Slammed in my room. Got fucked raw in my room, in blackout room, through glory hole, and in sling. Got a few loads in me. Was a young black guy with a huge cock. I was one of 2 in a sling and 2 others on fuck benches. He went from guy to guy fucking all 4 of us so my ass had his cock and ass juices and cum from the other 3 on his cock into my home. Finally he came in my hole which inspired 2 others to breed me. One whispered that he was poz and was it ok if he came in me. I pushed harder against his cock then said so all could hear to fuck his poz load in my hole and he did. Then Saturday night was similar at the bathhouse. But this 20 year old fucked me in the blackout room and others were listening (and watching as much as possible in total black). Made me laugh that a few felt his cock and my hole to see if he was fucking me raw. When they could tell he was I heard NICE. Later in the hallway I saw him and leaned against the wall and he fucked me in bright light with others watch or just walked by. Very hot weekend. I only got about 10 loads in my hole and no piss, but it was great.

The following is based on true events, however some changes have been made to heighten the story. I cannot disclose what is truth and what is fiction. It was a Sunday morning and I was on BBRT chatting to various guys, when a guy I know in Newcastle asked what I was up to. We switched to MSN to save messages, and he told me how he had arranged one of his group parties for that evening. I had often heard the exploits of his parties in which all tops are generally poz, and all the bottoms are generally neg except where he has to make up numbers. This Sunday he'd arranged for a group of neg bottoms to come for an all bareback group session, but two of the bottoms had dropped out meaning there would be nine tops and two bottoms. Given the disparity in numbers, he thought I might want to attend to help make up the numbers, especially given I'm neg, the tops would be pleased. I couldn't really afford to travel so he offered to pay, and I agreed as long as he could get me to the train station for the first train back so that I could get to work. I asked about the other bottoms, and they were both safe sex bottoms, and there was a potential third (who ended up coming). The organiser had met these guys and had condom-only sex with them a number of times, and floated the idea of group sex, to which they agreed. His usual approach was to ask them about group sex, and if they liked the idea would tell them about the bareback group sessions he hosts, but he made it clear he would only extend an invitation to the guys if it was certain they were neg 'cause the tops were very particular about the bottoms, which included the provision the bottoms were not allowed to inquire as to the status of the tops, which meant that he never had to lie. When the evening arrived, I was one of four bottoms. I was also the only bottom who knew the status of the tops. While people were arriving we sat round drinking plenty of vodka and various shooters. After a while the tops started to make their moves and began to strip the bottoms. There were nine tops all aged between 30 and 50, and four bottoms, (three of whom were in the range of 18 to 20, and at 26, I was the oldest bottom). As the night progressed and all the bottoms had taken four or so cocks, the first bottom gave up and left the session, having decided his ass was too sore to continue. I looked disapprovingly as he left as he hadn't fulfilled his responsibility to serve the needs of the tops over his personal preferences.* The rest of us continued playing, and I'm fairly sure up to this point there had been no discussion about status, but when one of the tops noticed blood mixed into the cum leaking from one of the bottom's hole, he slid into the bottom announcing "We have a bleeder, boys!" He pounded the bottom's hole quite roughly, and just before he climaxed, he specifically asked the bottom "You want my load?" "God, yes," the bottom gasped. With that permission, the top spurted deep in the bottom's arse, exclaiming as he did, "Yeah! Take my load boy, take my toxic load. I'm gonna work this deep into your guts so you never forget it!" The bottom pushed him off and got very upset, and saying "I'm neg and want to stay that way. You guys lied to me!" At that point our host intervened, answering "No one lied to you, and not only didn't you ask about the HIV status of the tops, perhaps you should have considered the risks of bareback sex before you accepted the invitation to this session." The other bottom looked shocked, but then when asked if he wanted to continue, he asked who was poz, and when he realized he had taken four poz loads, he remarked "Well, a few more aren't going to make that much difference." In the time at his disposal he managed to take another two loads before he had to make his departure, which left me as the only available bottom. By this point I was the only bottom left, and all the tops were still up to relieving themselves of at least one more load. As a subservient bottom I felt obliged to continue and managed to accommodate each man one more time, one-by-one. When they had all gone my friend asked if I was could manage to give him one more go around. Notwithstanding I was exhausted and my arse had seen better days, I decided the least I could do for the host was to offer up my hole for him one more time. Across the night, I took fifteen or sixteen anal loads, and several more oral loads. By the time I left my arse was quite sore, and blood and cum were leaking from my hole and oozing my leg. By the way, it's been a week. My arse is still a bit sore, but I am certainly glad I accepted the invitation to attend the session.

This chapter is dedicated to joethomas and his hot, unmedicated poz dick. CHAPTER 13: Chris: Watching Ty being bred and then seeing him naked and blindfolded in front of us was almost too much. My cock was very hard and very wet. Just then my phone buzzed. Our exchange follows: Jake: sup My mind reeled at the thought of of Jake. That guy has impeccable timing. Chris: Hard and horned. And wet. Jake: Oh, yeah? Wanna fuck? Chris: Hell yeah. Come over. I wanna see this hole bred. Jake: Hot! Can be over in about a half hour or so. Chris: Cool. Jake: Hope you want it. I must be potent. I knocked up two guys recently I’ve been fucking. I mouthed the words 'Fuck yeah', a perverted grin crossing my face at the idea of Jake breeding Ty. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Mark: The sight of my son fucking and dumping a poz load in a young guy’s ass normally makes me hard as fuck, but at that moment my cock was locked down in a cock cage, which was becoming somewhat uncomfortable. Tyler might just be 20, but he was hot and ready, and apparently taking unmedicated loads like a champ. I knew Chris said he was on PrEP, then went off of it for his at-the-time boyfriend, then started taking it again, but now he’s obviously off. So young and full on bug chasing. Chris and I watched as he flushed a nearly full bottle of Truvada down the toilet, returning with an empty bottle, all to entice Cod to breed him. I had never known Cody to be so adamant about something. He must been determined to poz Tyler, although, to be honest, I was somewhat jealous that Cod chose to fuck Tyler rather than fuck me. I really wanted Cod's poz swimmers deep inside my ass. In front of us, Tyler was on his knees, leaning into the large chair as Cody teasing the crack of Tyler's ass, even as he looked at me, licking his lips. They were both teasing us. Precum leaked from my cock as my boy gave the impression he wanted to fuck the chrome off my bumper. If at that very moment I wasn't poz, I definitely intended to convert and Cody was just the man to make it happen. I wished I was at home with him right now having hot, sweaty, piggy dad/son sex the way should be. Mentally I could hear myself shouting "Cod, POZ ME!" as I watched him wipe his precum all up and down the crack of Tyler’s perfect little ass. Chris was watching as intently as was I, so I gave him a hint of my condition by taking his hand and moving it so his fingers were bathed in the precum flowing from my cock head. Smiling, Chris licked his fingers clean as we both watched intently as Cody's poz dick continued slowly torturing Tyler's ass. “You need more boy," Cody piped up. “Yeah, yeah,” Tyler softly murmured, his lips barely moving. “Good boy. I think there’s at least one more load for you. I'm gonna ruin that hole for you, boy. That what you want?” “Fuck yeah,” Tyler again murmured. “Gonna knock you up boy,” Cody softly grunted, adding “Now, move over to the couch for me,” instructed, gently guiding Tyler into position. Chris and I were occupying the couch so we stood and moved out of the way, conscientiously moving quietly, but I got the impression Tyler suspected he and Cody were not alone, that there was one or more present in the room, and he apparently was on the cusp of saying something when he was distracted when Cody who gently guided on his knees, towards the couch, instructing him “That’s it boy … don’t talk … just move your body, gonna get you in position, ready for more cock.” Complying, Tyler didn't say a word but moved into the position as Cody directed. Chris and I re-seated ourselves at opposite ends of the couch so that Cody and Tyler were in the center. Once in position Cody reached around giving feeling Tyler’s cock a feel, noting “You need to nut, Ty. You really need to get off.” Tyler nodded in agreement as Cody felt him up. Cody gestured to me, indicating he wanted me closer. When I was re-seated, Cody placed my hand on Tyler's ass, gesturing that I should explore Tyler's butt. "Aahhhhhh….” moaned Tyler as I played with him. As Cody was also exploring Tyler's body, using two hands, Tyler must have known there were at least two in the room, although he didn't actually say as much, rather he indicated his understanding with subtle bodily movements. Leaning in, Cody kissed me, whispering very, very quietly “Suck him … suck him off … don’t swallow the load, though.” I grinned, gave Cody a quick kiss, nodded and squeezed into the space between Tyler and the couch in order to get at the boy’s cock. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Chris: My arm pits were sweating profusely as I watched my little brother being fucked and bred on cam, but as I witnessed this all play out in front of me, I felt dampness not only in my pits, but also at my crotch. Not only did I crave sex with Tyler - I also wanted Cody’s poz cock. And both Tyler and Cody were right in front of me. I needed to play with these guys, and I also knew it was possible I had already converted, if only because Jake had been regularly fucking me as of late. I relished the possibility that in fucking Tyler, I might, through my rigid cock, transmit Jake’s virus into his body. I thought to myself “I’m in heat … I need to fuck and I need to be fucked,” adding the thought "Tyler is such a hot little slut he deserves a big, possibly poz load from his older brother. Right?” Cody told Tyler to move toward the couch and guided him in that direction. Mark and I moved out of the way. When Cody and Tyler were situated, Cody went back to teasing Tyler’s hole. “Mmmmm...”, I heard Tyler moan as Cody rubbed his cock up and down Tyler's ass crack. “You need to nut, Ty, you need to get off,” Cody commented as he continued to tease Ty, simultaneously reaching around to feel him up. Tyler moaned his approval as he pinched his tits. I could see the sea of sweat pouring down his chest. Cody was virtually torturing Ty, rubbing and licking the back of his neck, and nudging his hole. Cody looked over at at the two of us, and motioned for his Dad to move in closer, and when he was sufficiently close, Cody pulled him in very close, gave him a kiss, and whispered a couple of words in Mark's ear. Mark returned Cody's kiss, stooped down, taking Tyler’s cock into his mouth. “Ahhhhhhh… ahhhh...” escaped a moan from Tyler, and a part of me was a bit jealous of my little brother. Perhaps recognizing my sheer need to get some action, Cody shot me a grin, and gestured for me to make a silent approach, and when I was within reach Cody asked “You need some more cock in your ass Ty? That what you need?” as his cock continued to massage Tyler's ass crack. “Ahhhh… ahhhhh … mmmmm yes … yes, … please,” Ty answered, almost purring as he responded to the invitation and to Mark's expert ministrations to his cock. Cody spat in his hand, took my cock, smiled, and then positioned my cock against Tyler's hole murmuring “You’re about to get it Ty, you’re about to the cock you want so bad.” I suppose Ty could most certainly recognize Cody was accompanied by another guy, but he didn't seem to respond as if he knew what was about to happen. Pushing me into position behind Tyler, Cody spread Tyler’s cheeks apart with one hand as he simultaneously scooped the precum oozing off of my cock and smearing it onto Tyler's hole. Cody further prepared us by rubbing a bit of cool lube onto my cock and into Tyler's crack. I took great inward pleasure in the thought of playing a role in Tyler's seroconversion. As a counselor at an HIV testing and outreach center, I had counseled many men on ways to avoid HIV, and Tyler and I had had more than one conversation on the subject, yet there we were, horny, naked, and wet. I was about to fuck and breed my brother’s ass, and I was about to do so, knowing that after several extremely hot and extremely unsafe fuck sessions which culminated in Jake filling me with his poz sperm, I might well have also seroconverted. One or two rubs and Cody made it clear he wanted my cock inside Tyler and, applying pressure to the small of my back, he guided my cock into Tyler's ass. “Ahhhh…. Ahhhh… so good,” cooed Ty. Cody leaned over and in a quiet, soft voice asked “That what you want boy?” “Yes … ahhh… yes”, moaned Tyler. “Glad you like it, boy. You can have this cock any time you want it," Cody remarked. Before this occasion I had never fucked Ty, but I remember thinking, hoping that this would be the first of many such occasions. My rock hard, well lubricated cock ground its way ever deeper into Tyler’s beautifully smooth butt. I took hold of his waist and slowly pull him onto my dick, allowing his weight to drive it even deeper. “Ahhhh…. Fuck… Fuck… so good,” I involuntarily moaned out loud. Recognizing my voice, I felt a jolt surge through Tyler. It was my turn to smile at Cody. Now Tyler knew my bare cock was inside his ass. Of course what Tyler didn't know was the frequency with which Jake fucked me, and likewise the relatively high probability I was actually poz. Sadist that I can be, I thought “Maybe I’ll get tested later.” Tyler and I got into rhythm, pumping our cocks in unison, my hard cock slipping in and out of Ty's ass, matching Ty's every motion. Then hands grabbed my waist, held us still for a moment, as a large knob pushed against my hole. Cody’s hard, fat cock was sliding deep inside my ass. I moaned uncontrollably as it completely filled my fucking warm asshole. The rhythm of the session had now completely changed as Cody, in joining the group, immediately took control. With each thrust of his pulsating cock deep in my ass, the power of his plunges pushed my cock deeper into Tyler, causing his cock to echo the motion inside Mark's warm wet mouth. With each cycle Cody almost completely withdrew his hard-on from my ass, with only his cock head remaining inside my hole. I did the same, and supposed Ty was doing the same inside Mark's mouth. Soon we were all in unison, and another vigorous, urgent cycle of pounding cock ensued. I knew Cody had just blown a load, and therefore could fuck me without concern of cumming, but with each thrust into my little brother I was closer and closer to falling over the edge into the abyss. It was so hot: fucking my brother while he mouth-fucked Cody’s Dad and as Cody fucked me. Gradually Cody increased the tempo of his assault on my ass, which caused me to do the same to Ty, and Ty followed suit to Mark. “Ohhhhh fuck… so good… your cock is so fucking good,” I heard Tyler murmur, as, over and over, the hairs of my sweaty crotch slammed against his ass. Notwithstanding the intensity of the three-way, not until Ty blew his massive cum load into Mark's mouth did a chain reaction result in everyone else getting off: just as Tyler's balls were draining themselves into Mark, Tyler's ass muscles tightened around my cock, causing me to violently orgasm, with the result I completely filled Ty's amazing ass gobs and gobs of hot white, possibly poisonous, semen spurting from the head of my dick. Each volley of cum caused me to gasp in pleasure. Not surprisingly, my orgasm pushed Cody over the edge: his hard cock swelled in my ass, his balls retracted, readying themselves for an explosion, which immediately followed with Cody filling my ass with his infected seed. As Cody’s orgasm began to take control of him, his grasp on my waist clamped even stronger and he repeatedly plunged his hips against my ass, sending his angry cock deeper than ever before. Shot after shot of cum fired from his cock deep inside my hole, filling me with his own special sauce. He gave me his warm, gooey, toxic cum, as I filled my brother with a concoction which I hoped to be similarly toxic. It seemed to me each man's orgasm lasted a life time, that my cock just kept filling Ty's ass, even as my ass was being filled by Cody. Still, eventually we all began to slow our violent thrusts, eventually coming to a complete stop as the last drops of spunk drained from our rock hard cocks into each other’s body. I softly kissed and licked Tyler’s neck the way Cody had, softly murmuring “Love you Ty,” thereby letting him confirm my identity. "Oh my god, that’s fucking fantastic!" Cody enthusiastically commented, as, having caught his breath, he withdrew from my ass. No one could possibly have missed the plopping sound which accompanied his withdraw. We separated and Cody reached around me, pulling off Tyler’s blindfold. Tyler looks down at Mark, who's mouth was closed and presumably full of cum. Glancing first at me, and then at Cody, I could see Tyler was processing what just happened. A smile passed over his face. “Dad,” Cody expectantly commented, prompting Mark to rise to his feet and give me a deep, French kiss, a kiss that seemed endless. From my peripheral vision, it seemed Tyler was watching intently, so I'd like to think he was well aware Mark and I weren't merely tongue wrestling, but rather Mark was actively sharing Tyler’s load with me, that, for the first time, I was tasting my baby brother’s semen. Eventually Mark and I parted, and n so doing, a few drops escaped our lip lock and dribbled down onto my chin. No words are spoken as we’re all enjoying the light of our orgasm. I look at Tyler. His eyes, pleading, looking at me. Subconsciously I leaned in toward him, and he leaned in towards me. Suddenly we were kissing, and as we did so, I remember thinking “I sure hope he can taste some of his own delicious spunk." Cody and Mark dressed and left as Tyler and I made out. I couldn't get enough of my baby brother. The thought that I had dumped a load in his ass kept my cock wet, and it was clear Tyler was excited, if only because of the kisses with which he showered me. Eventually, however, we broke off kissing, and simply gazed at each others, only to smile, and resume kissing. After several minutes passed, I found my lips to be all but numb - there's only so much making out one can undertake - apparently. I couldn't believe we had waited so long to play with each other, so I got to my feet, took his hand, and suggested "Let’s go to my room.” Tyler shot me a quick smile and nodded in agreement. Once there, we climbed into bed, and I reached over him to confirm the camera was still recording - I wanted a record of the hot scene of two brothers about to have sex. Then an idea hit me, "Be right back Ty… don’t go anywhere.” Jumping out of bed, I walked into the living room, searching the closet for two of the test kits from work. Before I found the kit, however, Jake’s head appeared in the window of the front door. I opened the door even before he could knock, and gestured for him to enter. Giving him a quick kiss, I softly welcomed him saying “Come on in sexy … you’re just in time for some fun … get naked.” Jake smiled, gave me another kiss, and removed his shirt, ad I returned to the closet, finally locating the two HIV test kits of which I was thinking. Giving me a quizical look, Jake gestured at the kits. “Just gonna run a test for Ty and myself," I explained, adding “Stay here for a minute, get naked and let me start these,… be right back.” Taking the test kits into my bedroom, I placed them on the night table, sat down, and gave Tyler a kiss. He asked “You wanna test? Can’t we...." “Yeah, we could wait but I wanna know now,” I responded as I opened the kits, swabbed our arms, and put the test strips into the liquid. Kissing Tyler another time, I commented "One more time, be right back sexy."

Brad is totally my type: tall, lean, and having a basketball player's build, has reddish-brown hair and the most sexy light brown eyes. He's 6' 6", 190 pounds and 26 years old. He is simply one of the sexiest guys I've ever known, he has a gorgeous eight inch cock and a great set of balls. I was very happy with him, and had been with him for six months when he found out that he was poz. I was negative, and during those six months when we had sex, Brad had never cum in me ... although I asked for him to. I thought it was quirky at first that he wouldn't shoot inside me, but just let it go, although I knew ex had done IV drugs and they had plenty of bareback sex.) When he told me he was poz, he said he would understand if I broke it off with him, feeling I deserved a less-challenging relationship. I wouldn't hear of it. Three months later we moved in together into a West Hollywood apartment and had sex all the time - always bareback. Brad's doctor suggested he attend a gay men's poz support group where he could talk about being poz with guys who could understand. That's where he met Justin, who was also in a poz-neg relationship. Justin and I are surprisingly similar in build, 6 foot tall, 185 pounds, 28 years old and light brown hair. They both had the same HIV doctor and had met once before in the doctor's office, although just in passing. Since the beach is a long drive, Brad and I regularly went to a bathhouse, North Hollywood Spa that has an outdoor sun deck. We'd lay out to get some sun and then go inside to have some fun, always together. It worked for us in our new relationship, so why not? Being around other hot naked guys just got us even more horny for each other. Shortly after Brad joined the poz support group, we ran into Justin on Santa Monica Blvd, and he told me he thought it was cool that I was OK with Brad being poz ... and that his neg partner wouldn't touch him at all because of it. I said "You're a hottie! I can't imagine any man not wanting to be naked with you!" OK, so sometimes my 'edit mode' doesn't work well, and I guess the cat was out of the bag. Justin was hot and now he and Brad knew I thought as much. Justin wanted to know how Brad fucked my neg ass without him pozzing me, so Brad explained he would pull out of my ass right when he was starting to cum and then shoot on my abs. That way we were able to avoid condoms and also avoid having me seroconvert. Then Brad apparently had a brain storm 'cause he said "Rob and I are going to lay out naked at the tubs on Saturday," adding "would you like to join us?" Justin was up for it as his boyfriend was out of town for work, so we arranged for Justin to meet at our place and then we'd head out together. Justin had never been to a bathhouse before, so we got him checked in and inside. I got a big room for us to throw our stuff into, with the thought we'd strip down and then head to the sun deck. That's when Brad and I first saw Justin's cock. Holy Fuck, it was huge and he was sporting a Prince Albert. His nipples were also pierced, which I also found hot. I definitely wanted his cock in a big way. While I knew the poz support group’s rules said Brad and Justin were not supposed to play around with each other, I had the distinct feeling that rule would be broken before we went home that day. Brad and I chose to lay naked, and Justin wore a Speedo as he wanted a tan line. Brad and Justin lay next to each other, and my lounge chair was in front of their's, which, as long as I was on my stomach, made it really convenient for me to stare at Justin's basket. The Speedo barely contained his pierced poz cock. I wanted it. So did Brad. I had a spritz bottle, so after a little bit, I misted water on me to cool off. I then to be a dickhead, adjusted the stream to a jet and squirted Brad directly in the balls. That got his attention! His cock started getting hard, so I continued doing it. Justin laughed at what I was doing, so I squirted his Speedo as well, then worked the stream up to his nips. My cock was hard. Brad's cock was hard, and Justin's cock was filling out his Speedo even more. "Let's take a break inside and cool off," I suggested, wanting to be naked with these two studs. The three of us showered off downstairs and then headed to the room, "Just for a couple minutes." But no sooner had the door behind us, than we lost our towels, and we were three guys in heat, making out and feeling each other up, our cocks drooling precum like crazy. We were horny and needed to get off. In no time, the three of us were on the bed and ravaging each other. I was on my back with Brad sucking my cock, while Justin sucked Brad's cock. It wasn't too long before it was time to switch-up. "I gotta get a taste of my first pierced cock," Brad said. I said "Don't get him off, because I want some too." Justin wasn't used to three-ways, and this was his first since he converted to being poz, and he certainly wasn't used to a neg guy being so hot for his poz cock. Brad switched places and laid on his back and Justin crawled up to straddle Brad and fed him his cock. This was a great opportunity for me to get Brad's cock up my hole and to feel up Justin while he got his cock sucked by Brad. Justin blocked Brad's view, so Brad was surprised when I lubed up his bare cock and lowered myself onto him. I moaned at how hot Brad's cock felt up my ass ... and what a hot view I had of Justin's butt and hot body. He turned around to see what I was up to behind him, and was surprised I was taking Brad's cock right there. It was erotic as hell to watch Brad suck on another poz cock, and I certainly enjoyed having his cock up my ass. Unfortunately, Brad's gag reflex had a problem with the ring in Justin's cock, so he had to back off it and just suck on the tip. Seeing what was going on, I said, "Let's switch positions ... I'll be able to take his big dick with no problem." Brad and Justin just looked at me and laughed as Brad remarked "My boyfriend the slut! Give the man what he wants." Justin took Brad's place on his back, I bent over to suck Justin's cock and Brad fucked me doggy style. Everyone was happy until Brad pulled out saying, "I'm getting too close. I don't want to cum yet." Justin said, "Yeah, I want to have a turn with Rob too." I moved off his cock and stood next to Justin who then reached over to my loose lubed butt and gave it a grab. I turned a little to give him easier access to my hole and he slid a finger up inside me. Brad and Justin got a little quiet and for a couple moments Brad and Justin looked at each other's eyes, and gave each other a slight nod. Brad said, "Yeah, Justin ... it's Rob's turn." Brad slid back on the bed to give us some space and watched while Justin worked my already-lubed hole with one finger, and then two fingers, and as he did so, Justin turned to Brad saying "Rob's ass feels amazing. No wonder you told me you love fucking him." Brad said, "Go ahead and give him a couple more fingers, he loosens right up." At that point I was bent over the bed just enjoying the amazing treatment Justin was giving my asshole. I was totally relaxed having him do what he wanted and Brad was playing with his cock watching Justin. Justin slid his four fingers out of my ass and slid his pierced poz cock inside me. Wow, he felt great. I love my boyfriend's eight inch cock but Justin's seven inch, fat cock was a whole different kind of great. "Yeah, fuck me," I urged Justin. Brad meanwhile was jacking his cock, taking in the scene, his cock rock hard. Clearly he was totally into watching me be get plowed by his poz friend. Justin bent over and whispered in my ear, "You get off on my hot poz cock, don't you?" Brad didn't notice Justin's question, but it had me rock hard. I didn't say anything at first, so Justin asked more loudly "You want that, huh?" Brad looked up at both of us and smiled when I answered "Yeah, fuck me ... give it to me! But first let me change positions!" We all started laughing and they both made room for me to get on my back with my legs in the air. Justin said, "Let me take a couple minutes ... Brad, you get back inside him." Justin pulled out of me and noticed a little redness on his cock. He realized his Prince Albert piercing was rubbing my asshole raw from the friction. We looked at each other and he was about to say something about it. I gazed into his eyes and slowly shook my head and whispered, "Don't say anything." Once his cock was inside me, Brad said, "Oh yeah, Rob has such a hot hole. God I love fucking his ass." "Yeah, I want this ... fuck me, Brad," I urged. As Brad fucked me, Justin kissed me, quietly saying "Rob, I'm going to help you get what you want." Brad looked at Justin saying "We're probably okay fucking him, since we're both undetectable." A strange look crossed Justin's face, which led Brad to ask "What's that look for?" In a slightly dull tone Justin answered "My doctor didn't like my blood panels, so he took me off my HIV meds two weeks ago. I thought I told you." Justin continued, "But don't worry about me. Fuck Rob's hot hole and shoot inside him!" There wasn't much room behind Brad and the wall, and Justin had a plan. He got off the bed and stood next to Brad, lightly tweaking his nipples. That drove Brad crazy and filled him with lust. Justin then moved behind Brad as he was fucking me and tweaked his nipples. Brad muttered "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close!" I grabbed Brad’s hips to pull his cock into my ass, and Justin lodged himself against the wall so that Brad couldn’t back away as Brad yelled, "Shit! I'm cumming ... fuck, I'm shooting." I was also shooting, but unlike Brad's load, my cum load blew all over my chest. It was likely the biggest load I've ever had. Fuck that was hot. After all this time with Brad, I finally got him to cum inside me - and I wanted it really bad. Poz cum just made it hotter. Brad's cum had nowhere to go, but inside my ravaged hole. And he was freaking out softly saying, almost to himself, "Oh my god, I came in you! Fuck! I don't want to poz you." "Hang on, honey, it'll be okay. A lot of guys don't get pozzed the first time they're bred! Come here...." Brad's cock was still in my hole and I pulled him towards me and kissed him many times, murmuring "Don't worry." He moved off me and laid down on the bed and Justin was there with a slight smirk. We both knew what he did for me, and I was grateful. "Can I get a hand here?" Justin asked. In the excitement, Brad and I hadn't helped Justin get off, and his cock needed to blow a load. "Yeah, I think I can help you out," I replied, turning to Brad and asking "Okay with you? I think it's Justin's turn." Brad looked at both of us and slowly nodded yes. I pulled Justin down to make out with him, and I could feel his poz cock grazing my thighs and balls. I reached down and aimed his cock inside my hole, easing his pierced poz cock inside me, my boyfriend's poz load the only lube. I announced with genuine excitement "Fuck, this is amazingly hot." Justin grinned as he slid in and out of my wrecked hole and asked "You really like this. Fuck, man, I never thought I'd ever get inside your hole." "Hell, yeah, man, this is amazing." In a slightly louder tone Justin asked "You want me to cum in you?" Mischievously I replied "Ask Brad if you can." Justin replied in a voice loud enough for the guys in the adjoining rooms could hear "It's not Brad's hole I'm breeding. Do you want my poz cum?" There was only one possible reply for me: "Fuck yeah, dude. Shoot your hot poz load into my ass!” Just then every muscle in Justin's body tensed up as a prelude to his hot load. He pounded my hole even harder, as if to force his virus into my body. Justin yelled, "You're such a cum slut, take my poz load." I could feel his cock unloading in my guts. The spasms triggered another orgasm for me. I was in heaven, as was Justin who collapsed on top of me, with his cock still lodged inside my hole. We hugged and kissed. Brad looked a little shell-shocked at what just took place. We all stretched out on the bed and wrapped our arms around each other just to hold on. I wasn't sure what was going through Brad's head, so when everyone caught their breath, I said, "That was amazing. I've wanted that for a long time. Thank you." Brad looked at me with a puzzled look. He said, "I had no idea ... you never talked to me about it or asked me for it." I asked, "Would you have bred me if I asked you to?" Just then, I felt Brad's cock start to get hard against my thigh. Brad said, "Justin and I hoped you would be okay with us just fucking you, but now, you'll have a lot more of our cum from now on." The three of us smiled, relieved about how the afternoon turned out. Brad got off the bed, his big poz hard on, pointing in my direction. I got up on all fours, and pointed my ass in his direction and my mouth on Justin's cock. Justin's cock was slightly funky, but I didn't care. It was my turn, and I got what I wanted.

They say one in every seven gays in London are HIV positive. I wanted to test this out, so I went to my local sauna at the most popular time at the weekend. Once there, I headed directly for the darkroom and positioned myself so everyone there would know I was up for a fuck. Kneeling on the bench, I placed my arse so that it could easily be entered by anyone there who wanted to. It didn't take long for the first obliging cock to enter me bare. He kept up a good pace, but I suddenly felt a warm sensation inside me as he unloaded his cock straight into me. Load one. Another guy in the darkroom took over from the first man and shoved his cock in, assisted by the first guy's lubrication. This guy was quite old and not well endowed, but he fitted the bill: he was reading, willing and able to fuck me raw. Although he took some time, accompanied by much grunting, he eventually spunked his cum right up me. Load two. Unfortunately, the time it had taken him had left the room empty of other donors. I had to wait a good time before my third load. A young guy with a decent sized cock came in and I happily sucked his dick to its full length. But whilst I was doing this, another guy entered the room and as I was pointing my arse outwards, he took it as fair game for him to stick his bare cock in. He fucked me really well and hit just the right point. He had me pouring a string of precum out of my dick whilst he pounded my hole. Soon, he was jerking his jizz right up in glorious spurts. Load three. I then turned my attention to the guy I'd been sucking off whilst being pounded. At first he seemed reluctant to fuck my arse as I moved round to position myself over his beautifully erect cock, but with some gentle persuasion I was able to lower myself onto his cock. Now I was in control and able to set the pace of the action. I played with his dick, moving my arse around to feel his cock inside me. I slowly increased the pace until I was bouncing up and down on his dick fast. This proved the trick and he unloaded deep within me. Load four. My next bare encounter was with an extremely well-endowed black guy who I could accommodate only with difficulty. Fortunately the loads I had taken earlier, combined with persistence on his part and copious hits of poppers on my part, finally saw him fully push his whole nine inches into my arse, whereupon he promptly adopted a good, pounding rhythm, in which he would withdraw almost the entire way out of my body, only to plunge back in in one powerful thrust. This continued until he abruptly plunged back in, mid-withdraw, not stopping until he was balls-deep. Once he had achieved maximum depth, I felt the sensation of his cock throbbing which I interpreted as the telltale sign he had left his deposit up me. Load five. The last two loads were in quick succession. One of the guys who'd been watching the large black cock pumping up me, immediately took over and thrust his somewhat smaller cock inside. He carried on thrusting away until his progress stopped and a large groan from him indicated he's just shot inside me. Load six. My final breeding was immediately after the sixth donor. I sucked the man to full erection and then turned round to receive his impressive manhood. He easily pushed it up me with a great squish with all the spunk now filling my well-bred ass. With great thrusts he hammered away for some time sliding in and out of me bare. I was enjoying every bit of it, I felt him tense up and his cock started twitching inside me. Load seven. Over a couple of hours I received seven loads, in all probability at least one of them was poz. As the cum from seven different men gushed out of my arse, I wondered which load was poz.

Ever been to North Shore, Michigan? It's right on the lake and Canada is just a mile or two away. That's where I grew up in the late 70's/early 80's. It's a nice town and I lived in the nicest part of it. Sounds pretty ideal, right? Well -- my parents were well off, but they were cheap as hell. They spent money on the house, cars and booze - but skimped on most everything else, including me. I wasn't spoiled in the least. I sometimes thought they shouldn't have ever had a kid if they wanted to horde cash so badly, and I think they thought the same thing. But there I was. No take-backs. One good thing (and there aren't many) about having drunks raise you is that they let you do whatever you want. Oh, and also you could sometimes catch them in a happy buzz. Like the time I went with Mom to the store and she let me get as many comic books and "Mad" magazines as I wanted. I took advantage. And then there was the time my dad drunkenly insisted on building me a little clubhouse in the backyard, Of course he couldn't complete it in his state, but hired somebody to finish the project that week. I ended up spending all my time out there when it was warm enough. Sometimes I slept there and nobody noticed I wasn't in my bed at night. My backyard was right next to Edison Woods. It was small, but very picturesque--especially in the Fall. Around third grade I started to hear rumors about those woods. Some kid I kinda knew a little told me his older brother and his pals went there with flashlights to compare the sizes of their dicks. It was a competition that went on pretty regularly. For reasons I wouldn't understand for a few more years, I was fascinated. I wanted to see these contests! I remember one Summer when I'd stay up late at night watching flashlight beams bob around through the thick foliage. I kept daring myself to get loser to the woods, but I'd usually only get as close as the first tree. During Junior High, I started to hear more about these gatherings that took place only yards away from me. Somebody in gym mentioned that they did a bunch of other stuff there too. Like compare how far they could "shoot" and how much. Whoever had the most size, distance and volume won ten bucks. One kid said they did other things and had other contests that paid off more. I couldn't imagine, but sure spent a lot of time trying. That's when I knew I was liking guys more than girls. And I knew that meant "gay", but kept my mouth shut. Who could I tell? By the time I was 16 or so, I was obsessed with going into the woods at night and seeing everything in person. I kept creeping further into the woods at night, following the glow of the flashlights and the sound of deep voices. I once got close enough to see some silhouettes of tall guys (Seniors probably). But a stick cracked underneath my sneaker and I was afraid I'd been heard. I retreated back to the house immediately. By the time I was finally 18, I was taller, bulkier and the slightest but tougher. I had read that "Dennis the Menace" comic digest for the last time, and had discovered how much I loved raiding my parents' liquor cabinet. Wild Turkey was my favorite. I understood my parents' fondness for booze at last. I got it now. One night in late May, I got pretty plastered and decided to just go into the woods and join their party. I was stumbling a bit, but not too bad. I just followed the flashlight glow and the voices and then there I was....in the circle of dick competitors. They looked at me with the mildest interest. "You're too late, kid. We got a winner already". Somebody lit a camping lantern and I could make out faces. These were dudes in my class...plus one older guy I didn't recognize. He was a big guy , and by the smirk on his face -- I guessed him to be the grand champ. I'd missed everything. "This is Billy -- he's a returning champ, and he kicked our ass at every category. Probably because he's lived in Chicago for a few years. They teach you stuff in the big city". The other guy around my age asked "Why are you even here? Did you want to enter the contest?" "No," I said meekly, "I'm just sorry I missed it". Looks were exchanged. I stayed mute. I kept making eye contact with Billy because I guess really wanted to see his champion dick. He knew this. He opened his fly and let that fat snake out. It was way impressive. I cut across the dead leaves, knelt down and took it my mouth. I could taste so many things in that over-sized head. "A cocksucker has arrived at our party!", he announced. There were general cheers from the group. I sucked off most of them and tasted sperm for the first time...and over and over again. Billy watched with a grin. They all had really big dicks... and I bet it was a close contest. One of then said "I want to fuck his ass". Big Billy stepped in. "Nope. You're all going home now. It's late, and I have plans for our new friend here. GO!" They scattered. Then I was all alone with this big guy who had "plans" for me. He was muttering. "I've done so much shit in Chicago. I can't tell you the depraved shit I did -- with girls and guys, but I can tell you I picked up about four STDs in one year. Including the big one". I looked at him dumbly. "Do you know anything about anything?" he asked. "Not really, but I'm going to Northwestern in the Fall". "That place'll teach you stuff". "I bet you could too". He pulled off his shoes, socks and pants. He seemed to like the feeling of the grass under his bare feet. "It's nice out tonight. Get undressed". I did it without thinking too much. "Too bad I didn't bring any beer. Might make it easier on you. Oh, wait -- I got most of a joint left. He fished a cigarette-looking thing and a lighter out of his jeans. "Lay back". He made a sort of pillow out of his jeans and I rested my head there. I picked a few sticks away from beneath me. I was pretty comfortable. He lit up his "joint" and inhaled deeply. "I bet you never smoked before, right?" "Nope. I tried a puff off of one my dad's cigarettes once, and I coughed for a long time". "Well, this ain't like a cigarette at all. Just suck it into your lungs and hold it as long as you can". I did what he said, but still coughed. It tasted and smelled like a burnt herbal teabag. But I tried again and it went in better. He took it from me and said "Go slow. I don't want you too fucked up". We were both lying naked on the grass. He moved closer to my side. His giant arm wrapped around my shoulder, and it felt perfect. The moon was almost full and I could see all of his body hair and his giant, prize-winning dick get hard again. He sat up and leaned over me. "I never kiss guys, but I'm going to kiss you now". And then he did. My first kiss. It felt like something out of a movie -- and very perfect. And then he stopped and stood up. I thought he was going to get dressed and leave me there. But no. "I need to do this. Just go with it". And then he plopped his full naked ass on my face, I breathed in the smell which was a combination of sweat, soap, denim and a musk -- like from an animal. I thought he wanted me to kiss his butt. So I did. "No, dude. Put your tongue up in my hole". So I did. I liked doing it, and then I loved doing it. It felt like a favor to both of us. I could have kept going, but he got up. Then his full body was on top of me. "That felt so awesome....you have some natural talent, kid." "Now this part will be a little painful, but I have faith in you. You can scream a little, but not too much -- just in case". I was confused, bu then my legs were in the air, and Billy was pushing his hips into mine, and the head of that fat dick started poking insistently into my hole. No way would it fit. No way. But then he got it in and I yelped...probably louder than he was comfortable with. He put a giant hand over my mouth and kept pushing deeper. No way was this happening. Too unreal. But his weight was bearing down on me and the invasion continued. "I'm on the way in, little boy. Get used to it for a bit." I calmed myself as much as possible. The he started pumping. Hard. I yelled one more time before it started to feel good. It started to feel great! "Good. Good. I want you to enjoy this". "Yeah. Keep going!" He grunted as he thrust and then he was still. It was over I guess. I wasn't a virgin anymore. He rolled off of me and snuggled up against me. "I think you're bleeding. I felt it, but it will stop". I stared up at the trees. I was indeed bleeding, but let it drip into the grass for a while. "You are so much more experienced than you can even know now. Take it all to college with you and be like you were tonight. You've got stuff inside of you that should be shared ". I wandered how many of his diseases I had now. I should ask something, but I just wanted to go home, shower and sleep in my bed. He got dressed and I got dressed. "The next contest is in two days, but I'll be here almost every night if you want to come back". I did. I went into the woods every night for the rest of the Summer.

On vacation in Houston, within the course of a little over 24 hours, here's how it has played out. Got to Houston in the evening, already dark. Driving in the downtown area, there are plenty of homeless guys willing to hang out with you. I gave a ride to a suspiciously skinny black guy. He asked what I like to do and I said I was looking to give some head, asked if he was interested, he said sure, leaned his seat back and pulled down his pants. His hairy unshaved crotch had the delicious aroma of sweaty balls thanks to the humidity of the city and I feasted on his 8" cut dick (not too thick) and licked his sweaty balls till he eventually came in my mouth. He was delicious. We parted ways and I drove around and found another guy, a little more solid build. Gave him a ride and asked if he was interested in giving me the dick. He said yes and I asked where he wanted to put it, he said my mouth or ass. I asked if he would put it in my ass. We got to a private safe location and I got to sucking on his dick. Thick and sweaty and about 8 1/2 uc and musty, I cleaned it and his nuts good. But he didn't let me suck it much, just to get it hard. He turned me around, pulled my warm ups down, spit on his hand and fingered my hole hard. Got 2 then 3 fingers in, jammed them deep and pulled them out and put more spit on his dick, spread my cheeks and pushed his dick in slowly but steadily till it was balls deep. Started building up a steady pace. It wasn't enough lube I could tell because I could feel my anus pulling out and back as he pulled his dick out only to push it back in. He spit some more which helped and continued pushing harder and faster till he said here you go bitch, putting my cum up in your hole, take it. He pushed in balls deep and I could feel the spurts unloading deep in my hole. He slowly pulled out, stepped aside and started taking a leak. Called me over and said you see this dick? It's gonna go up in your ass whenever I want. He stopped pissing and still hard, pushed it back in my hole. He laughed and I asked why and he said he pissed a little in my asshole. I just grinned in a fuck craze. He pulled out and made me suck his dick clean, thanked me and then walked off. Later that night I'm on growlr and see a black guy I played with once. Super chub and a hell of a top. He had blown me off many times after I had to cancel a year or so back. I was hoping he was horny and desperate enough to put any attitude aside. Bingo. He invited me over and we fucked like pigs for about 4 hours. He was a chub but damn if he had the stamina of an Olympic athlete and I matched him stroke for stroke, position after position. Finally, he couldn't hold out anymore and I massaged him into cumming deep in my ass. I felt pretty victorious. He didn't want to cum just yet but couldn't hold out with my magic ass and wonder hole lol. Today, since I still hadn't come in about a week, I found a nice thick black bottom in the galleria area to fuck. Good hole, fat not flabby ass, I eventually gave him a huge load I had been holding in. Then he got in the tub and I proceeded to drench his mouth then body with my piss. I messaged him later to ask how much had come out, he said none, he was holding it in for the next guy. Good piggy. I spent the next couple of hours shopping around looking for nothing in particular. Had lunch and I was ready for the next adventure. So I desperately needed to get a workout in and went to see about a daypass at a nearby gym (which will remain nameless to protect the guilty, lol). Fuck, they wanted $30 just for the day, which is about what my regular gym charges for a month! But it's in an affluent area, whatever. I said thanks but no thanks and as I was leaving, hot Hispanic trainer walks in and totally keeps his eyes glued on me. I flirt and leave. In my car, I get to their website and apply for a tour and free day pass so I can work out. Less than 30 minutes later I get a call from the gym to set up a tour. The guy on e other end of the line says we're you the guy that just walked out, and I said yes. He said it would be no problem giving me a free day pass if I wanted to come in. I was back there dressed and ready to workout in less than 30 minutes. He met me at the entrance, I signed a few things and we began the tour. After seeing the weights area, he showed me the locker room which was pretty empty. He had been pretty touchy feels and finally he brought me into a bathroom booth where he gave me massive suction power deep threat head. He then tells me he wants me to cum in his ass, pulls his shorts down and backs onto my rock hard dick that slides all too easily into his hole. It does need a little more spit but yeah, I gave him the next load while he jacked off. He said if I need anything, I had his card and he couldn't get me in tonight or tomorrow if I wanted to workout again. Chest day! Supposed to get fucked by another thick dick hottie but I need to nap first then clean. We'll see if it happens. This is definitely NOT my usual Houston experience, but I'll take it!

Not me, i can usually keep it in no problem... especially if it's deep. I've been stealth pissed in at a ABS before through a GH and then been bred by others after, not realizing I've been pissed in until later when I get home... it's so fucking hot to find out that way.

Oh fuck yeah, balls deep. It's not just a physical thing, it's the hole idea of the top wanting to get in as deep as he can to make his deposit... like his survival depends on it. I want his cum (or piss) in me so deep that it's more likely to be absorbed than leak out. I love the feel and idea of a tops substance becoming a part of me. Before he cums, I think it's hot when a top likes to play with a hole and express himself. Some like to grind deep, some like to keep pulling out and going in so they can gape and see the hole respond to them. Some like to slap their balls against my taint. It's all fucking hot, but love it deep when they finally let go and leave a part of their self in me.

As always Versbbguy another great chapter and had me hard in seconds reading it. Just blown my load again.

3o days my baby brother arrives in NYC , we will see how much trouble he gets into.

Truck stop hookup lasted all night. A 50 something guy, 6-4", 300 pounds, hairy bearded belly, and a thick 8" cock. He wasted no time fucking my ass doggy style and busting his nut after 3 or 4 minutes. He pulled out and ate my ass as he jerked me off. He caught my load in his palm them smeared it in my asshole and used it as lube to fuck me a second time, lasting about 30 minutes before he shot load #2. We napped a bit, and he bred me two more times before 6am when he had to hit the road. Before I left, he put $30 in my shirt pocket and thanked me for a good time. Lol

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 session 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 red medication and accordingly you follow his advice, trust him, you fully cooperate … which automatically puts you in a 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 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 the 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 ... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arrival: Marco, the male nurse in my practice will let him in, introduce himself as receptionist, inform him that doc is busy with an emergency-case yet will see him soon. Truth to be said this guy is an occasional fuck-buddy of mine, half-Brazilian half-German, fair-skinned yet an exotic looking stunner, charming with an engaging smile, hair-stylist by profession, always dressed in tight white trousers and T-shirt, displaying a well-packed basket which has women and gays drooling over him. Sexually he is fully versatile, covering all aspics of gay sex from dominant-nasty to sub-pig; plus he is the best WS-top I know, able to let go and piss with an erection any time, sober or high, be it down a guys throat or up a bottom's ass. My fuck-buddy was given the routine task to make Ralph fill in a form regarding all relevant personal info and to sign a form "Disclaimer of Liability". Next he ordered Ralph to undress to his briefs, making him stand on a scale in order to take his weight. Marco got aware that this patient was a hot guy, had a well proportioned muscular build, an ample lump in his briefs and a set of pronounced ass-globes which had him look forward to his later role in the scenario. Leading the way to the examination room he invited Ralph to lie down, measured his blood-pressure by a sphygmomanometer, inquired if he had cleaned himself out according the instructions sent to him and finally informed him that he will rectally apply him a light relaxant according Doc's prescribed dose. Marco asked Ralph to get rid of his briefs, to shift in a side-position, to raise his thigh toward his thorax in order to expose his anus. Next Marco generously lubed up his gloved finger, warned Ralph that the lube may feel cold, pushed his index-finger through the sphincter and inserted it as far as his fingertip touched Ralph's prostate. As a reaction a loud gasp was to be heard: Marco encouraged Ralph to deeply inhale and exhale, next to push out in order to relax his clenched sphincter. Despite keeping his finger motionless Marco noticed that the penis of the man lying on the table filled out considerably. Extracting his finger Marco inserted the needle-less syringe, emptied the contents of it. Whilst a slight warmth was spreading out in his bowels Ralph was unsure how to handle the nurses request for feedback: honestly declaring he did not feel any buzz or discretely describe he doesn't feel anything if not a bit warmer…? As Marco's conduct had been all professional, not sending out the slightest clue he might be part of the fantasy-scenario, Ralph decided to go for the latter solution, informing Marco that he still feels nervous, not relaxed. Little did he know that the nurse had injected him some ...

Here's a vid of me breeding my bud wizardwhiz (his profile on bbrt). He's probably the biggest cumdump in OC, CA. He took over 600 loads last year. http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Breeding-WizardWhiz-30661391

Tops should fuck with FULL FORCE and pound away inside an ass. He should use his weight to get his cock buried deep in the ass. Tops should never pull out. All CUM goes INSIDE the bottom.

New perv realizing how much he wants to be a hole for all to use and breed. Today received a message from a random guy asking to come over. I was instantly down since he was hosting and that's all it really took for me to clean out like a good boy and run over to his place. Guess he was poz since his profile said undetectable but don't know and didn't ask. I get to his place were he leads me in, down the hallway, and into his room. Without saying much I strip only asking if he wanted me to keep my socks and jock on, to which he was fine with. i get on all fours with my ass facing him as he gets ready while I finger, lube, and stretch my ass a bit. He's now stripped but soft so, even though not a good cocksucker I began sucking him hard. He was impressed. Back on all fours facing away from him I bow my head down as I feel his cock poke against my hole. He starts sliding into me and when I feel I'm at the base of his cock I ask to stay right there as my hole relaxes around his fuck stick. im ready and bow back down arching my back as he starts pumping his cock into me. I take some hits of poppers and enjoy what this man is giving me. All I want is for him to love my hole and use it for him to cum his two week load into it. He said he would probably last a while but I guess my ass was doing to good of a job. I says he has to cum that he can't stop it so I back into him and let him blast his load deep into my gut. I thank him a few times as he is unloading into me. As he slides out I wiggle my ass and plop down saying he can rest on top of me which he does. I cuddle him just a bit as he talks, I'm not much on getting to know someone so I listen, and brush my fingers on his arm. I think everyone one should do some nice aftercare cuddles after a wonderful breeding session while everyone catches their breath. I then get up, throw my shorts, shoes, and shirt on and let myself out to go do some shopping with his fresh load slushing around my insides. When get home I am still not satisfied, and who am I kidding I never am, I squat down and hold my hand under me, catching his load as I push and finger it out of my used cunt. I look at his gift, and there was a lot of it, and proceed to lick every bit of it to enjoy one more time. Now to figure out how to spend the rest of the day.

BREED.....BREED!!!!

Eventually I had enough, and headed downstairs on shaking legs, sweating and with cum dribbling down my legs. I hit the showers and cleaned up and felt better afterwards.There was a small coffee area through a door to one side. I went up to the counter and asked for a coffee from the guy who'd buzzed me in. He grinned at me "Having fun?" I grinned back and nodded. "I need a break." He laughed "That's if you can sit down by now?" I reflected on my puffy, gaping hole and knew what he meant. There were two armchairs already taken, and a sofa on which sat two men, one of whom I recognised as the tattooed, short guy who'd first fucked me. In the brighter light, I could see he was older than I'd thought and his riot of tattoos covered his sagging flesh. The other guy was thin, with lank, greasy hair and a large pot belly protruding over his pale thighs. They moved up and I sat between them. "Hi," said the tattooed guy. Then he leaned in and whispered "Nice arse by the way. Enjoyed breeding you." I blushed and sipped my coffee. "I'm Pete, by the way, and this is my partner James." James just nodded, and I noted how his towel had carelessly opened to reveal a thick, sem-hard cock and heavy balls below his belly. "Not seen you here before." Continued Pete. "No, first time. Didn't know it was a specials night." Pete raised an eyebrow. "The guys here tend to be regulars. You mean you didn't know until you got here?" I shook my head and shrugged ruefully. "Guess it's a bit late to worry about it now." James guffawed and stroked his cock. "I'll say! After your performance upstairs I think you'll soon be joining the club!" The guy behind the counter leered at us and called over. "And if not, you two have got just the ticket, eh?" "What did he mean?" I asked Pete as the counter guy went off to let someone in. Pete reached over and began to caress my nipples as James put his hand on my thigh. "We're both poz, as you can guess, but we 'ain't on meds and never will. Viral loads are through the roof." His towel had come open and I saw his erect cock with a drool of precum in the slit. This was the cock which had been in me already, spurting its poisoned seed deep in my guts. I felt my heart lurch in excitement, terror and shame as I faced the reality that I had almost certainly been pozzed by this man. But my cock was making a tent of my towel and he squeezed it tight as he saw the shock briefly in my eyes. "Bloody hell!" Said James. "He wants it bad, don't he Pete?" Pete kissed me, his hand still on my erection through the towel. "Why don't we go upstairs and find a room?" He whispered. " Let's make sure you leave here pregnant tonight, eh?" They stood up and he held out his hand. "Well? Are you coming?" I looked up into their faces, flushed with excitement and pure lust and took his hand. "Oh god, yes...I think I really want this."

Part 2. There was a cluster of men at the bar talking to the fat man who was perched uncomfortably on a bar stool. Bill bought me a drink and we stood chatting with the group. I found it surreal to stand there talking about football with the sperm from two men swimming in my belly. I couldn't also help but thinking the men were, all in all, a sleazy looking group of older trolls, and I could clearly see they were eyeing me hungrily, obviously having been told about my performance by the fat guy. After a while several of them headed for the basement and didn't return. Bill, in turn, sidled up to me and gestured his head towards the basement staircase, remarking "They're waiting for you, sunshine," giving me an evil grin. I put down my drink, knowing what I was going to do, feeling the fear and loathing but unable to stop myself. It was as if a pit of depravity had opened up at the bottom of those stairs, and I was helplessly drawn to it. No-one would understand what I was doing, except these vile men who excited me so much. Bill dug out the filthy tube of lube and the poppers bottle and pressed them into my hand, suggesting with a leer "Here, you'll need these." I blushed and headed over to the stairs, aware of the bar man was watching me and knowing what he must have been thinking. At the bottom, I turned left to the cubicle area and found a group of men standing silently, waiting. More than one man had pulled out his cock and was stroking himself, his flesh rigid in the dim light from the cubicles as everyone watched an old man bent over the sink, naked from the waist down, who was being fucked from behind by a younger man with a bald head and earrings. I paused, intimidated by the atmosphere of sweat, lust and piss and the hungry eyes staring expectantly at me. I took a deep hit of poppers until my heart pounded and my body melted with excitement, then went into a cubicle and pulled off my trousers and underpants, folding them neatly on top of the cistern. I heard grunts of appreciation at my bare bottom, then I turned and the group pulled me in. Hands groped my body, cock and balls and someone hugged me, mashing his mouth against mine, kissing me deeply. I gasped for breath and felt myself giving way to the urge to breed with these strangers as my cock stiffened in rough hands. There was a big box next to the sink, housing a water tank or something, and I found myself pushed back until I was sitting on it. Beside me, the old man had reached back to pull his flabby buttocks apart, urging the man to cum in him in a soft, urgent whisper. Eager hands lifted my legs and bent them to my chest so my bottom hung over the edge and my hole gaped vulnerably as they pulled my legs apart. I held out the tube, and one of the men holding my legs grabbed it, twisted off the cap and rubbed a cold gobbet of lube into my hole making me gasp as he shoved two fingers into me, scratching and probably tearing the delicate skin with his dirty nails. The man grinned down at me and pulled his fingers out, transferring his hold back to my leg, whispered "He's ready. Who's first?" I could see by the sweat shining on his face he was turned on by what was going to happen to me. A short, stocky black guy wearing a dirty tee shirt which bore the word 'Sanitation', pushed his combat trousers and boxers down, and, standing between my legs, grasped his thick, veiny cock which was topped by a large pink head. Sweat dripped off his chin, falling onto my belly as he got into position and all four of us – me, the men holding my legs and the black guy – looked down and watched his cock push into me, opening up my hole then sliding up me until his short, curly pubic hair was tight against my arse. Then as he began pounding away, his balls began to slap against mine as he began to slide it in and out. He leered at me and leaned forward, searching for my mouth with his and clamping his big, soft lips on mine as his thrusts became more urgent. “Yeah!” whispered the man holding my leg, who continued urging “Fuck the bitch! Oh, fuck, you've got it coming now, boy!” The black man grunted as he thrust, mashing his mouth on mine and gripping my thighs as he worked to a climax. Then, he gave a loud gasp and pushed hard into me and I felt his cock throb and throb as he spurted. At the same time, the man beside me stroked my hair praising me in a hoarse whisper, saying “There you go. Good boy, there you go, good boy.” I relished his praise. At the sink, the old man gasped with pleasure as he received the cum from his lover, and as we gazed at each other, we exchanged a smile, recognizing each other as brothers in depravity at that moment. Then the black guy stood back and pulled his cock out of me, and a gush of warm spunk slid down my balls. The guy holding my leg slid his finger into my hole, scooped out some cum, and murmurred “Mmmm …lovely!” as he licked his finger clean. Then someone else was between my thighs, and I found myself looking into the face of the first man who had warned me not to go bare. He pulled off his tee-shirt, dropped his trousers and underwear, giving me a clear view of his long, thin cock which had sprung-up against his belly. Below his belly button was a black bio-hazard tattoo. He saw me look and grinned, asking "I warned you, didn’t I?” as he continued "But since you’ve been pozzed at least three times so far, I guess You won’t mind taking my load, right?” Without waiting for an answer, he slid into me. My response was to reach for the poppers bottle and sag back into his crotch in surrender.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” I gasped as the thick uncut dick pushed through the gloryhole cut into the wood of the confessional, then through my outer ass ring. “You have not sinned yet my son,” Father Adelmo said, “But I see from the arch of your back that you are about to. Here, snort this white manna, feel the burn, and let Brother Roberto give you your penance.” The legend of El Dorado - originally El Hombre Dorado (the golden man) - changed over time and went from being a man, to a city, to a kingdom, and then finally an empire. Yet here I was, on the outskirts of Miami, seeking a way to my El Dorado, my golden man, the man who could infect me with CRF19 - the most virulent strain of AIDs in the Western Hemisphere. The thick wood wall held firm as Brother Roberto slammed his 10-inch dick through the velvet covered hole and into my ass raw. I was happy to take whatever penance he offered as long as it got me closer to my goal - closer to the bug - closer to CRF19. My journey began in 2015 when the United States and Cuba restored diplomatic relations after 50 odd years of being enemies. Soon after the doors had reopened between our two countries, reports started appearing on some of the fringe news sites of a dark virus. ‘CUBAN DEATH MARCH’, ‘COMMUNIST PLAGUE’, ‘AMERICA AT RISK FROM VIRAL ATTACK - FIDEL’S LAST TRY’, and more. By the time some of the mainstream news and government sources reported the information, the headlines were not quite so inflammatory, but gave me a fucking hard on nonetheless. CRF19 was an aggressive strain of AIDs so far only found in Cuba. No one knows why exactly yet and just fucking Google if you want to read the conspiracy theories from it's a legacy of the aliens who founded Atlantis, to John F. Kennedy’s ‘FUCK YOU’ to the Cuban people. What mattered to me were the words, “...aggressive strain...combination of sub-types A,C, D,..a recombinant strain that progresses to AIDs THREE TIMES FASTER than normal strains…” I spent months on multiple search engines, submitted several Freedom of Information Act requests to the Centers for Disease Control, sent emails to whoever I could find in the United Nations, NGOs in Florida, and more trying to find some lead, some detail, something concrete about this strain of AIDs. Why you ask? I’m a drug addled bug chaser - duh! I like dirty dick and well frankly, tired of the vanilla shit available to me in the grand-old-U-S-of-A. Gonorrhea - been there done that. Syphilis? HUH! One shot and cured? I even spent my two week vacation last year as a drugged out whore at a homeless camp in Oakland, California, where I ingested so much street drugs, raw homeless dick, viral blood and cum, I had the demons of Hell trying to live up to the example I set! Yeah, I came home with a sore throat, a sniffle, a drip or two, but nothing that would have set my path to that total self-destruct button. You know those TV ads with the big red button they push and BAM - office supplies appear? I was looking for one of those with a biohazard sign on it - one that would lead me to a toxic waste dump of humanity - the apocalypse of my existence - the end times living in the Nirvana of viral-infected bliss. I had almost given up, and then I read a blog post about Father Adelmo. At first I figured it was from what ever drugs I had let the latest BBC freak me up with so I would be a pliant white cunt for him, but turned out to be all true – and then some. My research on the web told me that Father Adelmo came to Florida in a boat with his parents when he was like 13. He excelled at school, went to seminary, rose up in the ranks of the church hierarchy, but then something happened. What exactly, I could not find, but searching deep and wide on the web I soon realized Father Adelmo had two groups of followers - the normal, kind-hearted citizen who supported his many, and ongoing good works even like his soup kitchens, hospices, and other charities even though he had been kicked out of the priesthood. The second were more of a mystery as the few threads I found that mentioned drugs, sex, cultish activities often disappeared almost as soon as they got posted. I guess Father Adelmo didn’t want folks like me to know the vile, twisted, drug-crazed shit he made them do. All that was well and good, but the fucking kicker - the fucking kicker was I found an online post where someone said that Father Adelmo had snuck them into Cuba for a weekend of raw, twisted, brutal, gangbang fucking. He was a sex trafficker – fuck! The catch? There’s always a fucking catch. Beyond the U.S. Coast Guard and whatever Cuban border issues and legalities such shit might create, Father Adelmo was a cash boy. Cash man more accurately, but a hustler. Pure and true. While it appeared his monies went to help the hungry, the homeless, the less fortunate, he was still a hustler and part of my mind warned - DANGER DANGER - CON-ARTIST! Well that didn’t stop me. Through a lot of sleuthing that was a combination of Sherlock Holmes, Magnum PI, and Agatha Christie, I was able to get an email address that I was told would connect me to him. A few emails later - with me having to bare my innermost, darkest, twisted and extreme desires - Father Adelmo agreed to help me if I had the funds and got to Miami. FUCK! Two weeks later I was in Little Havana waiting to step through a door with bars on it in a line of nondescript buildings that were a mix of warehouses/shops. The only indicator I was in the right place were the numbers above the door that were peeling off - you know those metallic looking kind you get at a hardware store that are like stickers? Oh yeah, and also by two men with plastic name tags pinned to their shirts that said ‘Brother Roberto’ who were standing outside the door. Did IHOP have a ‘going out of name tag sale’? They could have been twins as both were dark skinned, tall, muscular - like fucking buff muscular, with tight clipped hair, and were wearing all black clothes. The one on the right had a jagged scar on his right temple and he put a hand roughly in the middle of my chest to make sure I got the message that to enter through the door I had to get through him and his compadre first. I thought they would ask for an ID, secret password or some shit once I told them I was there to see Father Adelmo. No, nothing that movie-esque. Brother Roberto - the one with the scar - held up his phone, took a picture of my face sans-shades, tapped his foot as he waited, the phone dinged, then he smiled and said, “Entre por favor - PUTA!” I knew enough Spanish to know he just called me a slut and as I glanced at the hefty Cuban cigar he had dangling down his right pant leg I was more than ready and said, “Thanks Bob!” as I waved and sauntered in. The outside walls of Father Adelmo’s chapel were a vibrant blue, but inside it was dark, full of smoke, candles, and looked like the central altar of a medieval cathedral had been crammed into a space far too small for it. Did they fucking heist a church or what? In the middle of the floor, standing on a slightly raised dais was Father Adelmo dressed in robes of gold brocade with jewels on each finger, a miter hat, chains of gold - the embodiment of a prince of the church. Well except for him being naked, the smoke coming from crack pipes, weed pipes, and god knows what and the two ‘altar’ boys (clearly of legal age so ‘altar men’ but you know what I mean) off to the side fucking like rabbits. Holy hell what the fuck? “This do in remembrance of me,” Father Adelmo said as the next supplicant got down on his twink knees and slurped on the good Padre’s thick uncut dick that was peeking out between his golden robes. The twink then stood back up, took the jeweled chalice from Father Adelmo’s right hand and slurped from it, wiped his mouth with an exaggerated motion, then bent forward and with a rolled up bill snorted a line off a golden tray held in the Father’s left. The twink spasmed and would have dropped if not for another man dressed just like the two out front had not caught him, shuffled him to a bench against the wall, and left him propped askew as two other supplicants began stripping him. The Father paused and looked at me, “Come forth my son. Join the holy union. Be one of the body.” All eyes turned and stared at me - well all eyes that were conscious and not fucked up. I took a small step forward, then another, and the grunts of the two altar boys as one shot in the other’s ass spurred me forward. Up close I could see that Father Adelmo might be older than he first appeared. Yet, he was still handsome and that dick - fuck that dick! Up close it was even thicker and was drooling from the tip. I wanted nothing more than to bow before my new lord and master. “This do in remembrance of me,” Father Adelmo said as he jutted his hips forward and held out the chalice and plate for me to partake. I took a step back, raised my hands up in humble submission and said, “I..ah..think I’ll just watch? This time? OK?” Father Adelmo ran his tongue over his top lip then pulled his lower lip under his upper teeth all in one alluring motion that said, “YOU LOOK FUCKING TASTY!” I took another step back and bumped into a hard body. Another Brother Roberto was standing behind me, blocking any further regress, so I smiled, gave a nervous chuckle, and watched the rest of the ceremony trying not to let my ass override my common sense. Once all the supplicants had tasted Father Adelmo, drank from the chalice, snorted from the plate, and staggered off to begin their orgy of salvation, the Brother Roberto behind me pushed me forward as another Brother Roberto took a white, lace handkerchief and wiped the spittle off Father Adelmo’s dick before tucking it into his pant’s pocket. He then took the chalice and plate and followed the Padre stage right and through a door into the back. I was pushed along to follow and when I stepped through the heavy, wooden door once again had the thought of, “Where the fuck are we?” We were in a series of rooms that seemed far larger than what should have been - all polished wood, velvets, golden candlesticks, and more. Father Adelmo let one of the Brothers pull the golden robes off, but before they took off his jewels and miter he motioned for the chalice and plate and said to me again, “Come forth my son. Join the holy union. Be one of the body.” The Brother Roberto behind me gave me a rough shove, so I got the impression this was not a choice. I stepped forward, reached for the cup and got a good cuff up side the head. I turned with a snarl at the Brother as I rubbed my head and he pointed. Oh yeah, step one, kiss the ring - or in this case, the big uncut Cuban dick on Father Adelmo. I kneeled, kissed the tip, got my head cuffed, so I opened my mouth and slurped on it a few times while Father Adelmo and the Brother Robertos chanted in unison, “Taste of my flesh”. His dick was rank and foul tasting and I don’t really like sloppy seconds or 23rds or however many other mouths had been on there. Father Adelmo held the chalice and plate steady. I took the chalice, stared down into the dark red swirls of liquid, sniffed it, eased it to my lips and took a sip. I swallowed and Father Adelmo and the Brother Robertos chanted in unison, “Taste of my blood”. I didn’t have a rolled up bill so leaned close to the golden platter, pinched one nostril and SNORTED. Fucking hell! I choked, gagged, and thought for sure I would have a stroke as Father Adelmo and the Brother Robertos chanted in unison, “Taste of my spirit”. My eyes watered, I felt dizzy all of a sudden, and someone roughly put their hands under my armpits and half dragged/half walked me to a velvet cushioned chair just off to the side. While I tried to regain my senses, one Brother Roberto after another completed the ritual - tasting the Father’s dick, drinking from the chalice, snorting from the plate. Not one of them staggered or swooned and I felt like such a pussy. The ceremony complete, Father Adelmo’s final adornments were taken off, placed inside a large, wooden cabinet, and while I looked in awe again at his monster uncut dick, he came over to me and said, “Come my son, let’s discuss what it is that you seek.” The Brother Roberto I had met out front - the one with the jagged scar on his temple - helped me up then Bob and another Brother started to manhandle me and strip me. “Hey - hey - what the fuck guys - I…” Another cuff to the head and I shut up and complied. I was still buzzing from whatever the fuck it was I drank and snorted and even if I hadn’t of been there would have been no way honestly I could have stopped them. Plus, it was kind of hot being force stripped by the macho men even if they were fucking cultists or crazy fuckers. I was led through an ornate door into a room that had plush carpets, piles of pillows, tables with platters of white powder, crystal decanter’s with various drinks, and other carnal wants and desires. On the far side of the room the wall was covered with a series of four wooden booths. The ornate carvings and scrollwork and velvet curtains told me they were confessionals - or had been once. Father Adelmo sat in the one on the far left and I was directed to the one just to the right - my right/his left - whatever. The curtain was shut behind me, Father Adelmo slid the partition back, and said, “Kneel my son, and tell me - what do you seek?” I looked at the Padre’s handsome face and watched as he started stroking his dick. Someone in front of his booth held the golden platter out for him along with a golden straw, and Father Adelmo snorted a big line, wiped his nostrils, his eyes flared open, and he stroked his dick faster. My curtain was pulled back, the platter pushed in, I snorted again, swayed, Father Adelmo chuckled, but this time the rush was not so bad and I quickly steadied myself on my knees. “Push your ass back now,” Father Adelmo said. “What?” I asked, not understanding. I turned and looked at the confessional wall behind me and saw a gloryhole had been cut into the wood and trimmed in dark, red velvet. Two large, meaty fingers were wagging at me and I looked incredulously at Father Adelmo, the fingers, back at the Father. He smiled, “What do you seek?” he said again in a reassuring voice, then his tone darkened and he said, “NOW PUSH YOUR ASS BACK!” I looked back at the waggling fingers again - they were still there, waiting for my hole - yet they had changed and were dusted in a coat of white powder - likely from the golden platter. The fingers found my fuck-chute, I cried out “FUCK THAT BURNS, PLEASE STOP!” Father Adelmo had stood up now, his big, uncut dick hanging over the side of the confessional window as he grabbed my head and fed me his Cuban dick. “TASTE OF MY BODY - TASTE OF MY BLOOD - TASTE OF MY SPIRIT. THE VESSEL MUST BE CLEANSED, PREPARED, AND ANNOINTED!” Father Adelmo said as I sucked his brick-hard dick and the anonymous fingers scraped and dug and ripped up my hole as they coated my guts with the white powder. Other voices chimed in, all chanting in unison as I was plugged at both ends by these unholy men. I cried out, my guts clenched, my body heaved and the fingers that had been digging in my ass quickly removed themselves and a soft cloth wiped, dabbed, and cleaned me. Father Adelmo lifted my head up and peered down at me, “You have begun the journey. Your body has rid itself of that which has been holding you back. You have dispelled a good portion of the inner lining of guts to ensure that you are ready to receive the gifts that are to come. You must pay the price to reach El Dorado, to find the one you seek, to become the sacrifice on the altar of man - for men - by men. Now my son, what do you say?” I was confused, in pain, high as fuck, and was having a difficult time focusing between the scalding burning in my ass, the hot man dick that had just been taken from my mouth, and the words that the Padre had spoken. What do I say? Yes? Please? Thank you? How the fuck did I know what he wanted? He was talking in riddles - just fuck me for god’s sake! I was raised a Baptist so all this formal religious overtone was a bit beyond my personal experience, but thanks to cable TV I knew enough I guess as I replied, “FORGIVE ME FATHER, FOR I HAVE SINNED.” I THEN GASPED AS THE THICK UNCUT DICK PUSHED THROUGH THE GLORYHOLE CUT INTO THE WOOD OF THE CONFESSIONAL, THEN THROUGH MY OUTER ASS RING. “YOU HAVE NOT SINNED YET MY SON,” FATHER ADELMO SAID, “BUT I SEE FROM THE ARCH OF YOUR BACK THAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO. HERE, SNORT THIS WHITE MANNA, FEEL THE BURN, AND LET BROTHER ROBERTO GIVE YOU YOUR PENANCE.” Stay Tuned for Part 2 - (*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!)

Making My New Son * * * * * I dreamed this last night and had to get it down. I thought it was so hot, I actual shot a load in bed. I am still working on the final part of War Brothers, but wanted to get this done before I forgot it. * * * * * "Come on guys grab the fucker and hold him down. He's a strong fucker." I bellow out as the man I have selected to become my new son struggles to get free. My selections name is Aaron Blackman and he is the quarterback at the local high school. Since I am the assistant football coach at the school it was easy to stalk him. I have admired him not only on the field, but in the locker-room. He has a magnificent body and a cock and set of balls that would make a bull blush. I knew I had to have him the first time I saw his low hanging nuts swinging between his naked hairy legs. I knew what I wanted, but it wasn't easy finding it that is why when I saw Aaron I knew he was the one… well actually my cock knew before I did, but still. While Aaron may have been a young physical master piece with gorgeous blue eyes, he was academically dumb as a stump which was ok since I wasn't interested in his mind. Any way I knew this buck wasn't going to go down without a fight. Even with the four of us he was almost more than we could handle. But, finally we got the cuffs on his wrists and the ties around his ankles. We took a rest and enjoyed watching my beautiful new son struggle and try to break free. I considered drugging him, putting him out. But that wouldn't provide the experience that I wanted and I wanted him to have. Instead he would be drugged with Tina to help bring out his inner whore. That is the nice thing about Tina. Every man has an inner whore even when he keeps it under lock and key, but Tina can find it and help bring it out. Even this stud. After resting for a bit, we picked him up and carried him inside. Now we know he was going to scream, but as we were out in the middle of nowhere we are not concerned about him attracting attention, but it looked like it might rain and we didn't want him getting wet - at least not by rain. Once inside we placed him on a large rubber mat on the floor, unhooked his wrists and stretched them out to his left and right, re-attaching this wrists to loops in the concrete floor. Of course he tried to free himself, but with the four of us there to control him, and his legs still bound, we were more than a match for him. Once we had his arms secured we did the same with his feet, securing each one to a steel ring embedded in the floor. He was now spread out wide and certainly not going any where. Naturally he was also screaming, calling us names and threatening to kill us when he got free, but, that is to be expected and soon his tune would soon change. Then we cut his clothing off of him. Part of me was sorry we had to do this, as his clothing was very high end and quite nice, but it was part of his training. As we cut off each article of his clothing we showed it to him, and tossed it in a drum in which a fire was burning. "Why the fuck did you do that, those clothes were brand new and cost $400. You fuckers." Aaron screamed. "Oh, look guys. This stupid whore, who is about to be raped and turned in to our pet whore, is worried about his fucking clothes! Stupid fucker" I laughed loudly. The other guys joined in laughing. It took Aaron a minute for his brain to register what I had just said. His eyes grew wide and then he began to thrash about, trying to get away. "No - please don't rape me. Please I'm straight. I like girls. Please don't. I am so sorry. Come on guys I want to have kids, a family!" Aaron pleaded. "Oh, baby I've been looking for a stud like you for ages. You're going to become my son. You will love me. You will love your brothers, also. You will encourage us to use your body. You will take our cocks, cum, piss - and you will beg for it. You will be an obedient boy, and in return you will want for nothing" I said as we began to strip off our clothing. "NOOOOOO!!!!" Aaron screamed, but he also began to look over our bodies, one guy after the next. "What… What… are those scars?" Aaron asked in a shaky, but still angry voice. "Oh, you see all of these are my boys and all of them have been where you are now. They all started hot straight studs. Those scars are a sign of my personal adoption process. Well, that and…" I trailed off. "My god, that's unreal," Aaron said. "Aaron I want to be honest with you son" I started to say. "I am not your fucking son you sick faggot pervert and you are not my dad… fucker!" Aaron screamed. "As I was saying, you will not leave this place as you are. When you leave here you will be my son, I will be your new father, and these boys your new brothers. All of my boys here were once pussy-fucking straight boys, but, now they are full fledged homos. You will not leave here neg, either" I said. "You were all straight?" Aaron asked in disbelief. "Yep" my sons replied in unison. "Wait. Neg? What do you mean by neg?" Aaron asked. "You will not only be trained to love cock, cum, and piss, you will learn to love the feel of the male body as well as all of its flavors and treasures. Each of us is going to give you our baby or AIDS baby. As part of your adoption process to become a member of our family, you will be given HIV from each of us. You will from then on carry a part of us inside of you for however long you live. To put it another way, we are going to impregnate you with our AIDS babies" I explained. Aaron resumed screaming and thrashing, but to no end. It was pointless. He couldn't free himself - unless, of course, he chewed off his arms and legs. I pulled a small bag out of my pants' pocket. In the bag were several shards of crystal meth. I picked a nice large one, closed-up the bag and tucked it back in my pants' pocket. Walking between Aarons' legs and kneeling down, I looked him in the eyes. Seeing the panic in those eyes, I reached down and pressed the shard of crystal meth up into his asshole. I could feel him tighten his hole, hoping to keep me out, but I just pressed harder, until finally the pain caused him to flinch and in the meth popped. I made sure to push it in as deeply as I could, then stood-up, and smiled down at him. "Let's give him ten minutes and then we can start the party" I said to my sons. "What… What was that?" Aaron asked, his young, firm studly, body shaking. "That was hard drugs, baby. Tina. A booty bump. Crystal meth. It's going to help free your inner cock whore. It's will help you sail in to the wonderful world of faggot AIDS whore. It will help you become my son." I said, still smiling. I could see Aaron working his ass muscles, trying to push it out, but it was in too deep, and because of its crystalline texture wasn't moving. Finally he gave-up and started to sob. We stood around, stroking our cocks and saying dirty, nasty things about the boy on the floor. Out of curiosity I reached down, picked-up his wallet and looked in side. There were fifty dollars, and condom which naturally I threw in the fire drum. "You won't be needing that any more" I said. His wallet also contained his drivers' license, school ID card, a picture of (I suppose to be) his parents and two younger brothers. I put everything but his driver's license back in to his wallet. Well, that and the condom which, I'm sure, was completely consumed by this time. I looked at his driver's license and noticed he turned 18 three days ago. I put the wallet down so that when everything is done I could return it to him. We are here to rape him. To turn in to a faggot. To make him my son and give him our AIDS babies - not rob him. I could see that he was growing more hyper. His eyes were darting around, his breathing quicker. I reached down and felt his chest: it was defiantly hot. I knew the Tina was working. Taking hold of his beautiful cock, I gave it a couple of strokes. His body tensed-up and he groaned. "No, no, no. Don't, don't, don’t" He babbled. "Ok, we can begin. Mark and John - bring in the boys." I said to two of my sons. They in turn headed out the back door, returning holding the nine Doberman pinschers on leashes. A Aaron stared at the dogs. Kneeling by his head I said "Don't worry. This will almost certainly hurt like fuck at first, but then you will feel pleasure like you never thought possible, certainly much more pleasure than any woman's cunt could afford. Oh, and don't worry. The dogs may hurt you, but they have been well trained and will only go so far. Go ahead. Panic and scream, if you like. But, when you feel that pleasure of which I've told you, I want you to sing out with joy. Sing for me, son" I said and then stood-up, everyone moving away from Aaron. "Boys, TEAR!" I said. Mark and John released the leashes. The dogs rushed to Aaron and started nipping his body all over, his neck, head, face, groin and ass crack excepted. We stood by and watched, as Aaron screamed out in pain, the dogs nipping and pulling on his skin, causing small bloody wounds all over his body. I moved in between Aaron's legs and released them, positioned them on my shoulders, aligned my hard cock with his hole and slammed into him. He screamed even a bit louder as I raped his virginal hole, and the dogs worried his body. The wounds the dogs were causing were not deep. They would leave scars just as they did for my other boys. They would bleed and hurt a bit, at least until Aaron was utterly distracted my cock and the Tina booty bump. I slammed in and out of Aaron's hole. I could feel it tear and bleed. As I continued to rape my new boy, my older sons formed a circle around Aaron and begin to jack their cocks. After about 15 minutes, per their training, the dogs moved away from Aaron and lay down. I looked over and saw their dog cocks were rigid: they always got horny tearing into my new sons. Guess the dogs got off on the scene as much as my sons and I did. One by one my boys blew their loads, spraying their AIDS come on to Aaron's body, covering the bloody wounds with their poison seed. Once each had shot his load onto Aaron, they all knelt down and started to rub the cum into his wounds. Aaron was shaking hard: his mouth was moving but nothing was coming out. His cock was rock hard and dripping precum. The pain was apparently turning to pleasure, particularly when my cock hit his prostate. Of course the Tina continued to course through his body. My boy's 'inner faggot whore' was coming out. Soon he would loose control and truly become my son; a new member of the family born complete with a new crop of HIV to further the mission. I picked up my pace and really started slamming into his guts. He began to babble quite vocally: the Tina was in full effect and to make sure that Aaron was flying high John placed a bottle of poppers under Aaron's nostril. Inhaling the fumes, Aaron moaned out loudly and deeply, his muscled stud body beginning to shake and tremble. "F…F…Fu…FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH GOD PLEASE FUCK ME!" Aaron wailed. I smiled down at my boy, my son and admiring his wounds, the blood and cum coating his young firm body. I could feel my nuts boiling, and knew I would soon shoot into his guts. Sure enough, a few deep hard thrusts later I blew, sending my poz cum deep in to his ass. I pulled out and stood, admiring my blood-shit-mucus coated cock. John stepped in behind me and slammed into Aaron's hole. "Oh, fuck bro, your hole is some beautiful, so warm, so wet, so perfect" John whispered to his new brother. Soon John shuddered and pumped another load of poz cum into Aaron. "Oh, fuck me fuck me bro. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me" Aaron begged over and over as he lost control. His mind on fire, the pain turning to pleasure, the cock in his ass the source of bliss, not pain. His mind broke and crumbled as Aaron's inner whore was set free and took control over the hot jock. I watched with great pleasure as Aaron's body went rigid, his cock swelling ever harder, spurting forth cum like a lawn sprinkler. "Oh, god whore me, whore my faggot ass, whore me, whore me, whore me. Give me your AIDS babies; please give me your cum!" Aaron bellowed as his nuts unloaded a second and then a third time. Over the next five minutes Aaron had four orgasms. By the time he came down off the last orgasm he was utterly incoherent. Over the next two days we gang fucked Aaron. We kept his wounds bleeding and we kept coating his body with our poz cum. We knew he would almost certainly convert. We knew our new family member would soon be one of us, would soon be carrying our AIDS babies inside of his body for the rest of his life, combining with his own DNA to make a new strain of baby, one that he would one day pass onto a new brother, a new family member. To his credit, Aaron begged for our cocks and cum the entire time. Of course we kept him drugged on Tina and poppers to keep his mind broken and in faggot whore mode. By the time the two days were over, Aaron's body was covered in a thick layer of AIDS Cum and blood. We left him to clean ourselves. When we came back he was sound asleep. We have watched and knew that during those two days Aaron had cum over four dozen times, his own nuts long ago drained half, so most of his orgasms were dry and intense, his nuts trying so hard to shoot something - anything, no no avail. Now we would just have to wait and see if he had become the faggot whore we wanted or if he would need another session - in a week or so. We waited, lovingly looking after him, our brother and son. As soon as he was strong enough I offered him my cock. He looked at it, looked at me. Our eyes locked as he opened his mouth, sucking me down his throat. He worked my cock and I could tell he was desperate for my seed. I quickly gave it too him. He greedily swallows it. As he cleaned my cock I made an offer to him: "Aaron honey, are you up for some cock in your pussy? Some of the boys haven't had a chance to get off inside of you yet. They were here for your adoption, but didn't get a chance to breed you. Can you take care of them for me? There are nine of them." He looked at me, lust in his eyes. "You want me to do the dogs don't you? Please tell me you want me to do the dogs" Aaron pleaded. "Sure, baby. I want you to take care of the dogs. All nine of them. After all, they helped make you a whore and now they want to feed you their doggy sperm. Want it?" I asked. "Oh, god yes. I want cock Dad. Lots of cock." I brought the dogs in on leashes, locked the doors to the room, and released Aaron from the floor. Instead of trying to make a run for it, he crawled over to the group of dogs, presenting his pussy to them. One by one they mounted him and bred him. As the first dog's knot swelled, sealing his cunt Aaron shuddered, spewing a load of clear juice onto the floor under himself. By the time the ninth dog was done Aaron's hole had dog sperm shooting out of it like a waterfall in Yosemite, with a large puddle of clear juice under his body, a puddle the dogs had induced him to shoot. I decided then that it was time for the ultimate test. I unlocked the doors, throwing a pile of clothing at Aaron. He dressed and walked over to the exit. "Why don't you want me any more? Did I do something wrong?" Aaron asked looking at the door and then back at me. "No baby, you did nothing wrong. I want you forever. You’re my son. A member of my family now and forever, but, now you have to choose. Do you stay or go. The choice is yours" I said. Aaron opened the door and walked out. I waited, but he didn't come back. Looking out the door I could see him running down the road. I sat down and waited for the cops. Three hours later I hear a car coming up the road. I went outside to see Aaron pulling up in his car. He got out, he retrieved a suite case from the trunk. "I told my parents I was moving out. I… couldn't tell them it was because I was going to be a faggot whore. I told them I had joined the army. In a few months I want you to send a letter telling them I was killed. You are my father now, they are my brothers" Aaron said, pointing to my other boys standing in the doorway of barn. "That is, if you still want me" Aaron asked, his voice trailing off. I walked over to him, wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with love and passion. Aaron was with us for about three months when he got very sick. He wss weak, throwing up, muscle aches and a high fever. He asked me to take him to the doctor, but I knew what the malady was, as did his brothers. I sat down on the bed next to him, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a damp towel. "There is no need for you to see a doctor, son. What this means is that our AIDS baby is growing inside of your body. You adoption is complete; you are one of us in body, mind and soul. You have the fuck flu, which is the sign your body has been infected with with HIV. Now your body will start combining our babies with your DNA making a new strain of babies. That strain you will one day pass onto a new brother, but, for now just rest. We will take care of you" I said as I kissed my pregnant son on the forehead. Tears of joy swelled-up in Aaron's eyes. He whispered into my ear that he needed cock; I smiled at him, pulled the covers from his sweat-soaked, aching body. His brothers and I made love to his sick, weak, aching body. Aaron moaned out in bliss, groaning in his weakness and sickness, but he still managed to hump and pump, bringing us off inside of his feverish body. We made love to him every night from then on. Aaron turned out to be a very talented whore. He not only likes male, he lives it, craves it and is always willing to pleasure it, human or animal. On his first anniversary of becoming my son, we wrote a letter to his parents. At first Aaron assumed we would tell his family he had been killed in combat. He was surprised when we told them the truth, that he had become a faggot whore, and was infected with HIV. How much he loved cock and even having sex with animals. How he knows his choice was right and how liberating. That he was finally free to be the male God made him to be, and how enjoyable sex is without condoms or worrying about AIDS. The letter continues, explaining about his pregnancy and how he has given them their first grandchild. It explained to them how the whole male-to-male HIV-to-HIV pregnancy thing comes about, and how he enjoyed being pregnant. He smiled at me, knowing the tone of the letter was correct. He signed it, and selected a few photographs of his sexual sexual activities to include in the envelope. He chose one depicting his body covered with bloody cum covered sores from his adoption. One where he was on his hands and knees, a a large Doberman pinscher hung up in his cunt. Another showing what I knew to be dog cum running from his stretched-out, gaping pussy. Another showed him him sucking off his brothers and finally one of him drinking piss sprayed fresh from his own cock as he lay on his back, glistening in golden showers. A wicked smile crossed his face as he chose the last picture. He wouldn't let me see it, but wrote on it with a black marker, and then handed it to me with a smile. I take the photo from him and look at it, then at him and then smile and lean over and kiss him. It is a photograph of a load of his cum that we taken a few days before. Written in one corner was the inscription "Your AIDS grandchild, one year old. With love, your grandson."

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

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.

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

I fantasise about posting this reverse booking request on Adultwork: Anonymous Bareback I want to fuck your pussy bare, and have neither of us know anything about each other. I won't look at your profile. I just come to your address, someone else lets me in. I give them the money we agreed. I undress, get myself hard, and then am led to your bed in a darkened room. You are naked, and can't see me either. We don't talk. I feel my way to your body, find your wet pussy (you've been playing with yourself), and start fucking you bare immediately, french kissing intensely. When we're finished, I leave the room, clean, dress and go home. We never see each other, don't talk, know nothing about each other apart from intense, raw sex. Will pay extra if you're already full of cum when I start. The only exception to the no-talking rule is that if you've already got a load of cum inside you, once I'm fucking you, you whisper in my ear where the load(s) came from. Other than the pussy full of cum (and any sex-related sweat from that), you will be clean and showered, and so will I. If you do this the first time we meet, I'll become a regular, and get to know you better.

"Very interesting 2nd day here in Montreal. Still French Canadians continue to astound me. So open here..." @Read1, you are so right. The Montreal boys are very open and relaxed. I always have a fun time, at the big parties and in the bath houses. The last few years at the baths have gotten better, way more barebacking. I split my visits between GI Joe and Oasis. Almost always get at least one load, and several fucks, even if it is not a busy time. Usually go there on a night of a long weekend. The dark rooms in particular are sleazy fun. At the big parties I often get fucked, and a couple of times got loads, right on the dance floor. It makes for quite a dance experience! And when a following guy fingered my hole and felt the hot wetness, I always got fucked at least one more time. Music, shirtless men, dancing with a hot load in my ass, it's sensory overload.

I don't put any dick or ass pics with my face attached.

From my own knowledge, you should not replace all of your consumption of fluids with piss - that would cause the toxic metabolites which are excreted through piss to build up in your bloodstream, and could kill you. In normal weather, 50% should be absolutely fine, and your piss should be a pale straw colour (maybe slightly darker if you're drinking piss), unless it's morning piss or similar. Obviously, if you're sweating a lot, then drink more fluids (other than piss), and if you have any medical conditions, are on medications or chems, which affect the colour of your piss some, then take that into account.

Hey versbb, this story is sizzlin...got me boned...as usual...off to romp in the pig pen and get some Poz cock of my own...oink, oink...keep it up!!

Hot Damn, versbbguy! You did it again! What a hot nasty pervy story full of incest and bug-chasing! I hope more is coming soon as Jake is now ready to add his own strain to Tyler's young poz hungry ass!!

Its a mental and physical thing for me,like having a top plow all the way in.There often is some pain involved,but like knowing he is using me for his pleasure as he needs to.Not a problem with average sized men,but longer cocks may take a bit more time to worm in all the way.Poppers help here.:)I am average sized and when I top Its all the way in too.:)

Love it balls deep but for the most pleasure comes from a cock with extra girth. Love the way it stretches out my Puss

As a top it's balls deep for me; sticking the tip of my dick in a hole does not do it.

Part 2 For the next two weeks, all that my mind kept wandering to was him. I didn’t even know his name. But I did know where HE lives. And HE was the best sex I’d ever had in my life. And I wanted MORE. It’s like something had invaded my body with that poisonous cum. The part of me that used to be scared of catching HIV no longer existed. It had been devoured by the disease that was incubating inside me. That’s right, I never went to the hospital. How could I? I was so turned on every time I thought about him and what he did to me. How could I sit there and tell a doctor about it without my raging boner giving me away. I wanted more of him. I needed more of him. And so that brings me to tonight. Right now. I am probably doing something completely stupid, but I think I might go insane if I don’t feel him in me again. So I put on a pair of ass-hugging jeans, simple tee shirt, and grabbed a jacket that hangs a little longer than last time, and headed out. My heart was racing the entire walk, and now I find myself standing in the shadows across the street, watching his house. No movement, but there is a light on. Doesn’t seem like there is anyone else there with him. I walked to the door and knocked. And waited. I was so nervous I was actually shaking. After what felt like eternity, the door flew open. With the one step up into the house from the top step I was on, he was towering over me. “Well, well, well. The bitch came back for more, didn’t ya?” he chuckled. I hadn’t figured out just what I wanted to say to him, despite how many times I played it out in my head. So I ended up stammering, “I just, I wasn’t sure, but, maybe-” He reached out, grabbed my arm and yanked me into the house. In a flash he spun me around and jammed that long tongue down my throat again. This time there was no resistance from me. My tongue was in there, too, gliding and dueling with him, causing us to become a big slobbering sloppy mess. It was a hot fucking kiss! “I knew you’d want more,” he panted once our lips parted. “Come on,” he said, taking me by the hand back to the bedroom. As I got undressed, he was on his phone texting or something, and then he stripped, too. We basically got right back to how it was last time. He wanted me on my stomach while he rimmed me, then he climbed up the bed and straddled me before slowly working his big meat back into me. I’d been so horny for this the last two weeks, my ass felt no pain, and it felt awesome! “Fuck yes, I’ve dreamed about that dick in me every day since I left here,” I groaned. “I knew you would, pig. That’s what sluts, do, right?” he laughed. “Did you keep my babies in you like a good bitch?” “Yes, I put a butt plug in and kept it in me all day,” I replied. “Good, bitch knows what to do. And now you want more. I’ll give you more. We’re gonna get you more than you can handle,” he commented, now working up to quite a frenzied fuck before blasting his first load of the night. That first fuck hadn’t lasted long, but lucky me, I knew that he was good for plenty more. He lay flat on top of me as he came down from his orgasm, his breathing returning to normal. But he seemed perfectly content to lay on me with his hard rod still buried up in me. I was content with it, too. “Any signs of infection yet? It’s been two weeks,” he pointed out. “Not so far,” I told him. “And my ass was bleeding, too. No wonder everyone stared at me on the way home. My pants were soaked with cum and sweat and some blood.” “I’ll get you what you want. It is what you want, isn’t it?” he asked, teasingly rutting his hips to stimulate my ass even more. “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “I want you to fill me with your virus. Infect me. Poz me,” I said. “Good bitch,” he cooed in my ear. “We’re gonna give you more deadly cum that your body will know what to do with.” We? Who is this ‘we’? Suddenly I heard the front door slam shut, and the sounds of several pairs of feet clunking down the hall to us. I tried to look back and see how many people he’d invited over, but his face was right next to mine. I could hear jackets and shoes being removed, but no one spoke at first. Finally HE (I still didn’t know his name) did a push-up and hovered over me for a moment before ramming into my ass with a couple of powerful slams. And then he eased out completely and climbed off of me. I quickly flipped over and was greeted with a sight most horrific. Where HE was built and hot, his choice of friends left a lot to be desired. A rougher bunch of men I’ve never seen. Five in all, they looked like they ranged in age from 40-ish to at least 60. A couple looked like bikers, in their beat-up leathers. Another looked like he was homeless he was so messy looking. And the remaining two were basically skeletons with skin. My stomach lurched. This is not what I came here for. I just wanted a hot fuck from a real stud again. This was delving into dark territory. What do you do when your entire body is lit up with lust but your brain is screaming ‘FIRE!’? I guess HE saw my hesitation and spoke up. “There’s no where to go so you might as well lay back and enjoy the ride. Just like you enjoyed it with me the first time. It brought you back here, didn’t it?” he noted. I couldn’t argue with that. Besides, I was staring at a wall of hard dicks and horny men. Fuck it! I rolled back over and presented my ass to them. I don’t have to see them, anyway. It’s just their cocks I’m interested in. “Fuck yeah, that’s right, bitch,” one of the guys said as he crawled up behind me and lined his hard dick up with my cum-lubed hole. “We’re going to fuck you up,” he added right before shoving balls deep in me, forcing the breath from my lungs. I groaned and sucked in air for a few seconds. Luckily my ass was already fucked by the biggest dick among them, and well lubed, so he had a smooth ride. They all stood around cheering him on. I could tell from the feel of him that he was one of the bikers, just from his general size. His dick felt good, a comfortable ride at 7-ish inches. He slammed into me over and over and over. The friction in my ass was heavenly. After I don’t know how long, he lost control and buried balls-deep into me while his toxic cum flooded my ass. I swear I was born with extra nerve endings back there -I can always feel every drop of cum as it enters my fuckhole. “What do you say, bitch?” HE bellowed. “My friend just gave you a gift.” “Thank-you, Sir.” “Thank-you, Sir for what?” the guy asked me. “Thank-you for your poz load, Sir.” “Not just poz, bitch. I’ve got AIDS. Enjoy,” he chirped, sliding out of me and giving my unbruised butt cheek a swat. Next came the one I thought looked homeless. I knew it wasn’t the other biker because he’s bigger, and it definitely wasn’t one of the skeletal men, either. His dick actually felt bigger than the first guy, a nice surprise for a smaller guy. It stretched my hole and filled me. As he pounded my hole, the thickness caused my ass to make all sorts of raunchy sloppy slurping noises, which the guys all seemed to get off on. Hell, I was getting off on it, too! Between that and the knowledge that my hole was getting filled with their seed, I was feeling like one happy pig. I didn’t bother trying to hide my big smile as I rode back on that dick and fucked myself with it. HE laughed when he saw my obvious pleasure at being used like a cumdump. “Look at you, smiling and happy like a true whore. I should be makin’ money off of you,” he laughed to himself. Then HE grabbed his phone off of the night stand and started taking pictures of my smiling face as I rode the stranger’s dick. I didn’t try to hide myself from that, either. I had no idea what he had planned for the pictures, but I was feeling too good to care. This guy came in my ass, and immediately climbed off. Only seconds later one of the bony thin men was pressing himself up against my upturned ass. I could feel the bones of his hips against my butt cheeks for a moment before he pulled himself back and lined his cock up with my hole. This dick was crazy -it was so thick my hole hurt as it tried to stretch open. Honestly, it felt like he was trying to fist me. Finally just the huge head popped in, causing me to yelp out. This, naturally, caused all of the men to laugh and taunt me. And spur the skinny fucker on. Not the best idea when it didn’t feel like he was going to get in me another inch. It was THAT thick. But not waiting for me to voice any protest, HE ran behind the guy and shoved forward hard. I yelled out as I felt my hole stretch and tear for the unnaturally thick cock. I knew I was torn because as he began to fuck in and out of me, I could feel my hole get a lot slicker from the added blood mixing with the cum. I glanced down between my legs and watched. After several minutes of hard pounding, causing an even more obscene sloppy slurping noise, I began notice a light pink mixture oozing down the insides of my legs. Cum mixed with blood. It wasn’t shockingly red, not even close, so I didn’t panic. I knew that the worst was over, and his dick was now feeling great slamming into me. Eventually I was pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts, riding that monster meat like my life depended on it. I was hoping that his wad would be proportionate to the size of his dick. I could feel a set of big balls flopping against my own low hangers with every forward thrust he made. They felt like big balls, so I really did hope they were full for me. Sure enough, within a matter of minutes, he was giving telltale signs that his orgasm was near. His bony hips hit my ass cheeks harder and faster while his skinny fingers dug into the flesh of my waist. Finally he roared loudly, called me a fucking AIDScumWhore, and literally drenched my guts with his toxic seed. And yes, those balls were FULL. He stayed in me for a couple of minutes, and his dick pulsed non stop the entire time. My hole was slick. With an audible slurping/sucking sound, he gently eased his semi-hard cock from my hole, and I felt the other biker take his place. “Fuck yeah, I love some AIDS sloppy seconds,” he grunted as he jammed his cock into me. It wasn’t nearly as thick as the last guy, so he easily coasted into my hole and set about pounding me to mush. His basically average sized dick was a nice break from the stress my body had been enduring, so now I was able to catch my breath and allow him to use my hole to dump his load. A few minutes passed and he added his cum to the mix of venomous seed that was polluting my insides. Just the thought of it now had my dick twitching like a divining rod beneath me, and leaking precum like a faucet. Last up was the other scrawny wasting man. His dick wasn’t as thick as his mates, but it was longer. He hit me deep as he entered me, slowly but surely, until his hips rested against my ass. This entire time I’d been doggie, so it was actually a relief when he pulled back out and told me to flip onto my back so I could look at all of the men who had gifted me with their precious HIV+ semen. I didn’t hesitate and was on my back as quickly as one might expect from a cumwhore. He was back in me and slamming away in a matter of seconds while the others cheered him on. My eyes scanned them all, the look of satisfaction they all wore on their faces, and their already hardening dicks that were probably going to be making a second stab at my ass as soon as this wasting fucker got through with me. They all took such pleasure in passing their disease on. I wondered how many other unsuspecting guys had fallen victim to their deadly dicks. Just thinking about all of that cum in me, their toxic baby batter, it kept me so high and in heat, I started egging the fucker on. After all, they wanted me to play the part of the toxic cumwhore -give the people what they want! “Come on, give it to me, fuck another load of AIDS juice into me. Flood my ass,” I urged. “Oh, yeah, you like taking dying AIDS dick in you?” the skinny fucker asked. “Sick fuck, that’s what you are. And you’re getting loads from a bunch of truly sick fucks, you fucking pig. You’re gonna be so diseased and toxic when we get done with you.” “Fuck yeah, give it to me. I want all of your loads. Fucking load me up!” I begged. They all cheered us on, and finally he jammed as deep into my ass as he could reach. I thought he was going to empty his nuts now, but he settled close to me and I could feel him fidgeting around my ass. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until I felt more pressure at my opening. After a couple of minutes of pushing, I felt a sudden rush and the pressure stopped, his hips were as tight against me as possible. That’s when I realized he’d shoved his balls up into my ass, too. Fucking hell, I’ve never had a man even try to do that before but it was HOT! Of course he couldn’t really fuck now or they would pop out, so I squeezed his entire goody package with my ass muscles (I somehow managed considering how slack I felt inside) and worked to milk his load out of him. The other guys were going nuts watching this, cheering us on. And I was thrilled -I felt like I’d climbed Everest or something. It really was a wonderful sensation having his cock and balls plugging my hole. Like a butt plug that gives you loads -what a dream! I squeezed and squeezed and finally he started grunting. “That’s it, whore, milk my load out. Come on, pig, work that ass and you’ll get a nice big load right up in there. Uuugh, fuck yes, that’s it!” he roared as I felt his balls twitch and his dick throb, filling me completely with his offering. It was quite a while before we finally came down, and he carefully worked his sensitive balls and dick out of my hole, and then HE stepped up and jammed a big plug into my ass. “Come on, guys, let’s go get a drink and leave the pig here to rest a few minutes before we get onto Phase 2.”

Im in western Wisconsin (about 45 miles from the Minnesota border) and its not only there but its everywhere.

If you want to get a room at the Dunes Inn you have to get it in advance. It's worth it though. I had a room this past Sunday and Monday. Checked in on Sunday and put an ad for tops on BBRT and within minutes was ass up taking loads. At one point Sunday night I was tagged by four horsehung black topstuds. On Monday afternoon two of them came back and tagged me again. Finished Monday night servicing a top with a fat 10" cock who dumped three loads in my hole. Not sure how many loads I took altogether I was dripping. Getting a room at the Dunes Inn is worth it.

I love public sex, I am always harder if others are watching as I fuck. Have fucked openly at many cruising places South West England even when families are nearby. Also on beaches. Last weekend fucked a T-girl and her boyfriend bb very openly on a local beach, several other guys and one man/woman watched. Also been pissed all over whilst naked on Plymouth Hoe, although this was after dark, but plenty of people around.

I've written about my life after a while. Sorry if it is a bit all over the place. I was full of lots of emotions. :-) Can people see this post?

Hey everyone ! It's been a while since the last update, I hope you'll enjoy this part, which should make up for the shortness of the previous one. Let me know what you think (love knowing this story made you shoot, if you have the evidence, even better) ! ———————————————————— When Brandon freed one of his hands from his grip on my wrists, I seized the opportunity to take him by surprise and wrestle my way out from under him. We switched positions, and I pinned him underneath me. "I see you are ready," Brandon said with a huge grin, and damn did that make my heart jump in my chest. He was an absolutely gorgeous specimen, and under other circumstances, I certainly would have enjoyed having such a beautiful lover. He was still my son, however, and as his father, I had a responsibility to put an end to this, right now. We had done more than we should have. I shouldn't have given in the temptation, that first night. How bad was my luck that the one guy I actually cross the line with turned out to be my own son ? I moved from the bed, leaving Brandon on it, but the latter grabbed my wrist before I could get too far, and tried to pull me back. "Dad, where do you think you're going?" He said, almost threatening. I found the strength to resist his grip, and walked away, grabbing my underwear before getting out of the room. I needed to escape from him, but walking proved to be difficult, with the butt plug he'd put in me. I pulled it out and threw it in Brandon's room, groaning when I felt Brandon's cum dripping down my legs. Fuck, that shouldn't be so hot, but my cock just got harder. Damn fucker really had got me hooked on getting bred. How would I get my fix now? I wondered. I shook my head, mentally chastising myself for thinking about more cheating. I had done enough. I had to put a stop to this madness. I could hear Brandon chasing after me, but didn't let that stop me. I pulled on my boxers before I ran down the stairs. "Dad, come on," Brandon shouted, and before I knew it, he'd caught up to me and hugged me from behind, effectively trapping me with his arms in a tight embrace, and I could feel his cock protruding against my ass. Fuck. I felt his hot breath on my neck, his overwhelming scent intoxicating me. "Where will you even go at this hour, huh? Let's talk like adults." "I'm putting an end to this, Brandon," I said with as much authority as I could muster, and couldn't keep a moan from escaping me when Brandon thrust his bare cock up against my hole, with only the thin layer of my cotton boxers as a barrier, ruining any credibility in my words. It would be so easy to say fuck it, and let Brandon take me again right here in our living room, let him fill me up and shoot his second load in me tonight. Just thinking about it almost made me come, and that was such a hard thing to process. How had my mind been so screwed that it found the idea of fucking around with my son even hotter than if he were some random jock I wasn't related to? It probably was because of all the times I got off with J—fuck, Brandon—pretending he was my son. At the time, it was just a nice innocent fantasy. It was harmless, to fuck a hot young jock who was yearning for a daddy, but fucking him so many times, calling him my son, it really did make me enjoy the thought of it, and I never saw it coming. I had become conditioned to it. Damn it. "Oh, really?" Brandon said, his tone challenging as he thrust again, taking a whimper out of me as he grasped my cock. "Then tell me you want me to stop, 'cause your dick seems to be disagreeing." My hole was itching to be filled again, and it was all I could do to not give in. I had to remain strong, no matter how difficult Brandon made it for me, so I removed Brandon's hand from my cock. "Please stop," I said, and to my surprise, Brandon did let go of me. I finally turned around to face my son, thinking about what to say next. He looked stunned, and still so eager. It shouldn't be this hard to tell your son that he's not supposed to be fucking his own father. "Brandon, what happened between us tonight—hell, what happened the past few weeks—it never should've happened. I never should've cheated on your mother, least of all with you. I'm sorry I let this all happen." "Why should this end? We've got a good thing, Dad," Brandon protested. "It's actually the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you, so much." "And I love you too, you know that," I said even as my heart broke, feeling like I was breaking up with my son. "But you're my son, and we shouldn't be more than that. And what about Julie?" "I'll dump her," Brandon said, shocking me into silence. He took my hand, looking me in the eye as he added, "If that's what it takes. She means nothing next to you." "That's insane," I said. "That's not even my point. I like Julie. I thought you two were doing good. Fuck, can't you see? This thing between us, I never wanted it to happen, Brandon." "Then explain me something," Brandon said as he stepped closer, making it impossible for me to ignore how good he looked, how amazing he smelled. "When you didn't know it was me you were fucking all this time, what were you doing, cheating on mom with a young guy—repeatedly—getting your rocks off pretending you were fucking your own son, huh? I distinctly remember you being pretty into the whole Dad-Son role-play." He had me there, and I didn't know what to say to that. I was guilty of enjoying all those times I fucked him while being called Daddy. Just the taboo aspect of it made it so much hotter. But I wasn't so screwed that I would do my son, knowing it was him. "Well, it was just a fantasy. Like I said, I never wanted to actually have this kind of relationship with you." Until now, I omitted to say. My mind had never made the connection between Brandon and finding sex between father and son hot. "I love you as a father, all right? Despite everything that happened between us, I want you to remember that. And that's why we can't keep...you know, doing what we've done." "So, what, we're just going to pretend none of this ever happened?" Brandon said, crossing his big arms over his chest, his hard cock pointed at me. "I don't think I can do that." "Well, you'll have to, there's no other way," I countered, doing my best to keep my eyes on my son's face. "Get back to your room, all right? I'll go clean up." "Dad, please," Brandon pleaded as he grabbed my hand before I could walk back up the stairs. "If you really want to stop, can you at least let us have this one last time? I'm begging you." Fuck was I tempted. Brandon's face was a mixture of despair and lust, and as I let my eyes sweep over his gorgeous young body, I almost said yes. All I did was shake my head and turn my back on him before I could change my mind. I went back to the master bedroom, locking the door behind me and hurrying to change the sheets back and open the window to dissipate the sex smell in the air. Brandon left me alone while I covered our tracks, which was a relief. I had used up any resolve I had in me, ending things with Brandon, and I felt utterly heartbroken. I washed away all the evidence of our fucking in the shower, but couldn't resist jacking myself off to the memory of that hot and huge cock while fingering my hole with the remaining sperm that was there. I knew I was no saint, now less than ever, but at least I had declined Brandon's offer to pursue things further. I came hard, whispering my son's name as I came with my fingers up my ass, his cum still in my guts. I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting for the last time the sweet taste of my son's cum, wishing I had never gotten a taste of it in the first place and gotten hooked on it. ————————————————————————— The next morning, I rolled through the motions, barely acknowledging Kate on my way out to work as she came home. I barely got any sleep at all, tortured with vivid images of Brandon's perfect body glistening with sweat, fitting against mine like no one else ever had. Needless to say, I woke up with a raging hard-on, and had to beat off in the shower in shame again. Brandon was still asleep in his room when I went to check on him, his beautiful bare torso in display for me. I was thankful I had work the whole week to get me out of the house, away from Brandon. I'd taken the day off yesterday just to welcome Brandon home—and what a welcome it was. Trying to focus at work turned out to be easier than I'd anticipated, and I plunged myself into it, willing to find any distraction I could to take my mind off of my son. I'd even turned my phone off during the day. If I lingered a little longer than usual, I didn't think too long on it, even when I knew I was dreading coming home. By the time I left work, my wife had already left for her shift, leaving the house only to Brandon and I. I found my son lounging on the couch, almost naked if not for the tiny pair of briefs he was wearing. Fuck, but he was so gorgeous, lying here so close for the taking. My cock stirred to life in my tight pair of khakis, and I had to bring my briefcase up to hide it. "Hey, Dad," Brandon greeted me with a tentative smile that I returned, casting my gaze away from his magazine cover body. "Hey, son," I greeted back before making a retreat to my bedroom. The fucker was teasing me. He never used to walk around the house wearing so little before. I hid in the ensuite bathroom, splashing my face with cold water as I undid my tie. I changed into more comfortable clothes, debating what to do with my son. When I stepped back in my bedroom, I found Brandon sprawled on my bed. "Long day?" Brandon asked, giving me a sultry look. "You never answered my texts." "I turned my phone off," I answered, fishing it out of my pocket to turn it on, in case something serious had happened. I was surprised to see a dozen texts from Brandon, and even shocked when I found they were all pictures of him naked in incriminating positions. He even had a video of himself showing his cummy hole, which kept playing over and over on my phone, hypnotizing me. He must have taken that video last night, with my fresh load in his ass still. Fuck. I proceeded to delete them all before throwing my phone on the bed, looking back to a smug Brandon. "Liked what you just saw?" he inquired with his sultry voice as he stood up and marched towards me with grace. I stood my ground and tried to steel my features. He wanted to rattle me, and all I had to do was to get through it, to show him nothing was going to happen. I didn't know what to expect after our conversation last night when I went to bed, whether Brandon would give up or keep pursuing me—guess he went with the latter. I had hoped my attraction to Brandon would peter out after the cold realization I was forced to face yesterday, but so far, nothing. "No," I replied, trying to sound indifferent. He was right up in my face now, smelling clean and oh so amazing. It was impossible to stop my cock from getting hard, and there was no way he wouldn't be able to see how hot he was making me with only a pair of sweatpants covering my crotch. He made a show of gazing at my cock, then back up to me, with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk. "Why do you have to make things so difficult, Brandon?" I hissed, frustrated at myself, at my libido. I fisted my hands hard, hoping the pain would stop my erection. "Because I'm not giving up on you so easily," Brandon countered, his flirty tone changing drastically to a serious one, his face hardening. "I've wanted you for so long, thinking I was insane and hopeless. It took me a while to come to terms with what I want, and after all the wonderful times we've had together, you're mistaken if you think I'm letting you go without a fight." I had not expected that, and was caught by surprise when Brandon cupped my face and brought me in for a kiss. I responded on instinct, kissing him back for a second before I pulled away, before he could pull his muscled body against mine. "No, Brandon, I told you this is not happening," I said firmly, only to be manhandled by my son and pushed on the bed. He locked the door to the bedroom, putting himself between myself and the only exit. He proceeded to move his body then, in a way I didn't know he was capable of, undulating with more grace than any stripper I'd ever seen. Oh God, I was getting a lap dance from my son, I realized, when he got close to me, showing me his eight pack, his hard pecs, turning around to shove his meaty ass up my face. I was hard as a rock, watching Brandon in all his naked glory, with his tiny briefs hiding next to nothing, only accentuating how big his glutes were, and how hard and big his cock was. He rubbed his ass against my cock, and I grunted in pleasure, desperate to shove my cock back inside his sweet young hole, where it belonged. The treacherous thought froze me on the spot, and prompted me to stop my son's movements. Fuck. Fuck. I threw Brandon on the bed, and jumped for the door, unlocking it to make my escape. I ran as fast as I could, grabbing my car keys and wallet on my way out. I drove away, not knowing where to go as I willed my stiff cock to go down. It was so unfair I almost wanted to cry. I headed back to the office to cool down, away from Brandon. Everyone had gone home when I got there, so I was peacefully alone with my sinful thoughts. I needed to figure out how to deal with Brandon, what to say to him to make him see reason. I rested my head on my desk, lost in my thoughts, trying to come up with a solution but finding none. I felt so alone, with no one I could talk to about this particular issue. I couldn't bring this up to anyone, and that just made things worse. I felt so consumed with guilt and lust at the same time. "Dad." I whipped my head up, finding Brandon standing in the doorway of my office, wearing more clothes than the last time I'd seen him, with old jeans and a tee shirt so tight that it could very well have been painted over his pecs and abs. "Come home, please," Brandon said, his blue eyes pleading. "You can't escape forever, you know? I'm sorry for coming on so strong. It's just so hard, having you so close, but not being able to have you. I'll give you some space, ok? Just come home." He sounded so sad, so genuine that I had to listen. This was Brandon, just yearning for my affections—the wrong kind, of course, but affections still. I got up from my chair and walked around my desk, pulling my son into a hug. I felt him relax in my embrace, burying his nose in my neck. He was trembling, and I really felt for him. I stroked his back, and he tried to pull me closer in return, but I made sure to keep our crotches apart. We stayed like that for a few minutes, just hugging each other. "I love you, son," I said, meaning every word. "I love you, Daddy," he whispered, that last word going straight to my cock, unfortunately. I pulled away, offering my son a soft smile, and then proceeded to get my things and switch everything off in my office. He kept his word and didn't try anything as we went home in separate cars. I was glad to know he was going to back off, and hoped we could repair our relationship now. I was hoping, above all else, that with time, his current infatuation with me would fade away—as well as mine. Brandon deserved great things in life, and I wanted him to have it all. A sexual relationship with me never factored in the plans I had for Brandon's future. He was headed toward a great life with Julie, as a future lawyer. I kept that in mind as my mantra to strengthen my will, in case Brandon tried to make me stray again. It was for his own good, I told myself. When we got home, Brandon kept his clothes on—thank fuck—and offered to cook dinner for us both, refusing my help. I took that opportunity to wrap some things up for work I'd left unfinished today. The evening went by a blur, with wine and good food at the table, I let myself go and kept on drinking, needing to unwind. I didn't think, and drank whenever Brandon gave me a refill, probably drinking more than I should have. I felt buzzed, and free, and could finally break the tension with my son. We laughed over old times, as though nothing had happened between us, and for a moment, I could almost forget our affair. "Thank you for dinner, son," I said as I prepared to clear the table, but had to steady myself when I stood up on wobbly legs. "You're welcome, Dad, but you don't have to do a thing, let me," he said as he helped me to the couch. I was dizzy, and lied on the cushions face down, hearing dishes being put away in the distance. Sleep was taking over me when Brandon shook my shoulder lightly. "Let's get you to bed, Dad," I heard him say, and next thing I knew, I was lying in my bed on my back. I threw my arm over my eyes, feeling a headache approaching, and longed for a good night of sleep. "I'm so hot," I mumbled, feeling uncomfortable in my shirt and my sweatpants. I felt hands on me, and breathed a sigh of relief when my shirt was removed and the cool evening air brushed my skin. I was aware enough to feel my sweatpants taken off, leaving me in my boxers only. I scooted higher on the bed until my head hit my pillow, and soon enough, I succumbed to sleep. Once again, Brandon invaded my dreams, naked on the bed with me, crawling over my body on all fours with a seductive grin. Looking up at me with his beautiful baby blues while his plump lips wrapped around my cock. His rock hard abs flexing in front of me as he rode my cock like an expert, moaning Fuck me, Daddy, loud enough to be heard in the entire neighbourhood. The images were so vivid it almost felt real, even my cock felt warm, as though it really was inside Brandon's sweet hole. That thought startled me into awareness, and when I opened my eyes, mind still foggy, I found the object of my desire actually going to town on my cock. The sight alone almost made me shoot my load. I couldn't even move, watching my own son impaling himself on my cock in front of me, an identical replica of my dreams just right now, with a sheen of sweat on his taut belly. "Oh yeah, fuck," Brandon whispered, eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on his face that had me mesmerised. He never looked as beautiful as he did in that instant, and I hated myself for thinking that. He looked so far gone he hadn't even noticed I was awake now. The second thing I realized as I looked down at my cock, was that he was riding it bareback, just like I'd wanted for so long, all those times before when he'd make me wrap it up. "Brandon," I said, catching the look on Brandon's face, like a deer caught in headlights. He recovered quickly though, and grinned at me as he kept on fucking himself. "Hey, Daddy, glad you decided to join me," he said, and actually quickened his pace, bringing me closer to the edge. "Brandon, stop," I begged, my mind still feeling dizzy enough to tell me that I hadn't been dozing long enough to sleep the alcohol off. "You told me you'd give me some space..." I mumbled, moaning despite myself. "And here you are...fuck.... molesting me in my sleep!" "I couldn't resist, Daddy," he said between thrusts, and put his hands on my chest, caressing my pecs, playing with my nipples. "You looked just too damn irresistible, laid out here, almost naked, ripe for the taking, and your cock was so fucking hard already. I didn't know booze made you so horny, but I'm glad I found that out." "Brandon, please," I begged again, for what exactly, I didn't know, but his raw hole felt so fucking good, all warm and wet, so tight around my cock. "Come on, Daddy, fuck me, please fuck me," Brandon said, pinning my wrists down above my head as he leaned down to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he kept muttering between kisses. I was so overwhelmed, from the incredible warmth around my cock, to the feel of Brandon's soft skin over my hips, his beautiful lips on mine, his intoxicating smell, I couldn't think clearly anymore. I was drunk in the first place, but now I was also drunk on lust, and in a sensory overload. "I want your Dad sperm in me, please, Daddy, fill me up," Brandon said, slipping his tongue in my mouth again and making me engage in a long kiss as my hips started moving, thrusting up so my cock met his ass in a perfect tandem. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good," I let out, unable to filter my thoughts any longer. "Made such a beautiful boy." "All yours, Daddy," Brandon said, kissing me harder. "I love your bare cock in me, stretching my hole, filling it with your load." "Fuck." Brandon had such a dirty mouth, I'd almost forgotten just how nasty and vocal he could be. I'd almost forgotten just how much I loved his dirty mouth, how much it turned me on. "I want your babies, Daddy," Brandon added, fucking himself harder on my cock. "Want you to knock me up, keep my guts coated with your loads all the time until it takes." I couldn't take it anymore, with everything Brandon was saying, doing to me, I shot my load hard, my cum bursting inside my gorgeous and young son's ass. He stopped moving the moment I started shooting, taking my cock all the way in, as deep as it could reach. "Yeah, sperm me, Daddy, sperm me," he said with a huge smile on his face as he came himself, hands free, the look so beautiful it only added to my climax. His cock twitched back and forth as it shot its thick, creamy son cum all over his abs and mine. It was without a doubt the hottest thing I'd ever experienced in my life, my mind absolutely blown away. I watched as Brandon scooped up his load off his belly and mine, coating his own cock with it, and letting some drip over my waiting tongue. "How's it taste, Daddy?" "Fucking sweet," I growled, completely lost in lust, my tongue licking some of the cum that had dripped on my lips. I watched my son grab something from the bed, the same black butt plug he'd used on me yesterday, and slip it in his hole easily as he came off my cock. He threw my legs up in the air then, resting my shins on his shoulders as he aligned his cock toward my hole. I could feel his cum-coated erection teasing my entrance, and threw my head back with a moan. "Fuck, you're so hot, Daddy," he said, leaning over to kiss me. I kissed him willingly, licking at his tongue desperately, letting his lips meet mine in a fiery dance as the head of his cock slowly penetrated me, pushing some of his load in. I groaned, the sounds coming from my throat swallowed by Brandon while he picked a pace fucking my hole with his sperm as the only lube. My hole was still a bit loose from the night before, and it only hurt a bit as his big son cock started fucking me eagerly. "Fuck me, son, fuck," I said, grabbing Brandon's firm ass, kneading his cheeks and urging him to fuck me harder. "Love you, love you, love you, love you," Brandon muttered in perfect timing with his frantic thrusts, and soon enough shot another load, this time inside me, the familiar feeling making me climax again. There really was nothing quite like getting a fresh, warm load of young cum bursting inside you, coating your guts so deep you could feel it. I felt like an addict getting his fix, and kept his hips in place until I could milk every last drop of his son sperm inside me. I was in heaven, and nothing else could bring me down in that single perfect instant with my son.

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We went upstairs and sat at the bar. There were a few guys by now and I saw them looking at us with some disgust. The barman served us a couple of beers. He dropped a coin when he was putting the money in the cash register. When he bent down I saw a wet patch on the back of his trousers. I could now see Bill better in the glow from the lights behind the bar. He was skinny and older than I thought, with wispy hair and thin, waxy skin and liver spots over the back of his wrinkled hands. He also had a noticeable sore on his bottom lip and I shuddered at the memory of his kiss, and those diseased lips around my cock, He grinned at me "I heard about your exploits downstairs last night. Sounds like you're a right dirty bastard!" he said. I blushed and grinned back, then sipped my beer. He leaned towards me and said in a low voice. "I take it you're poz like me, then?" "I'm...not sure. I've never been tested." He chuckled and winked at me. "If you've been fucking bare downstairs, I think we can safely assume you are now!" My hand shook a little as I remembered the previous evening and being bred by the man with the biohazard tattoo... He saw my excitement. "You like the thought of it...the dirty sex?" My throat was dry and I could only nod. "Time for me to do my rounds. Want to come?" Intrigued, I said alright and he suddenly went serious. "You come with me and there's no turning back. I live in the gutter and plumb the depths." I looked into his evil face, lined and gaunt from god knows what depraved activities and swallowed my beer. "let's go." I said, aware of the darkness emerging from my soul. We went outside. It was getting dark and the broken pavement glistened with rain. We went down a side street, then turned into a dark alley way with a flickering sign at the end which said Gay Cinema. Inside was a small booth with a bored looking fat guy watching some monitors playing porn. I paid the money for both of us, and followed Jim into the cinema. It was dim, smelly and lit only by a screen showing a close up of a bare cock thrusting between two huge buttocks. There were quite a few men watching. They all seemed to be middle aged or older, real dirty raincoat brigade, most of them wanking judging by the furtive movements of their arms. He ignored them and led me to a staircase leading down to the toilet which consisted of a single cubicle, broken wash basin and a urinal. There was a big hole cut in the cubicle door and I could see in the dim light that some padding had been put around the rim. The door below the hole was covered in dark stains and the whole, claustrophobic area reeked of piss. "Makes the toilet in the bar seem positively four star, don't it?" Bill pulled me into the cubicle and shut the door. It was dark and the toilet bowl had no seat. "After a couple of hours watching porn, they're ready to pop." he said, "and they 'ain't interested in anything but a warm, wet hole to do it in. You up for this?" I took a deep breath. "Yes," realising as I said it what I had become. "One more thing. They're not exactly interested in personal hygiene either, let alone the last time they went to a clap clinic. This is the gutter, mate." I nodded my agreement. He sat on the porcelain bowl, undid my belt and pulled my trousers and pants down. "Nice," he said as my erection sprang free. " but that’s not what we're here for. Turn around." I did as I was told, and he produced some lube and tenderly anointed my arsehole. I giggled and said "I feel like it's my wedding night!" He laughed, and turned me round again. "Stick your arse through the hole." I squatted and found it was big enough to put my whole bottom through, until I was half sitting, half squatting on the padding. Bill stood up. To pass the time, he opened his flies and pushed his thickening cock in my mouth. As I sucked, he opened some poppers and the cubicle filled with aroma until my cheeks felt flushed and my heart pounded. Suddenly, a rough finger was thrust into my cunt, making me jump with shock. "Ah," "Said Bill."Got one, have we?" A second finger was thrust in me, making me wince with pain as the nails scratched me, but I held still. I heard the man grunt appreciatively as he found my hole was well-lubed. The fingers withdrew and I felt hands on my buttocks pulling them apart a little, and then a blunt, heavy cock was pushed into me. My cunt stretched around the head, and then the shaft slid up me until I could feel his hairy stomach against my cheeks.. "Oh, Christ!" I gasped as it began to fuck me. Bill sat down on the bowl, holding my face in his hands. He kissed me then ruffled my hair. "Good boy!" He whispered. I was jerking against the door as the man started thrusting heavily in and out. Footsteps sounded on the stairs and I heard a low chuckle of surprise. "Fuckin' hell! Give us a look, mate!" The cock in me slid most of the way out, and the voice said. "Bareback, eh? Dirty bastard" The man fucking me made no reply. I could tell by the urgency in his thrusts he was close to coming and grabbed the bottle and took a deep sniff. As the chemical hit my brain, the cock in my arse swelled and throbbed and I knew it was coming in me. Finally it stopped. After a pause, the softening cock slid out of me, and I felt sperm dribble over my balls. There was the sound of water in the basin, and at the same time the newcomer pushed a finger in me, sliding easily into the lube and spunk. "Don't mind if I do!" he chortled, and I felt his long, thin cock slip easily up me He fucked me like a rabbit, rapidly in and out then suddenly pushed tight against me. "Coming in you!" he groaned and by his jerky movements I knew he was filling me up. Then, brutally, he pulled out and we heard him stumble upstairs. Bill pulled me up and turned me round. He pulled my cheeks apart. " Bloody hell, it's dripping alright. Looks like you got plenty of babies pumped in you." He licked my hole delicately, savouring the taste of the spunk, as several sets of footsteps clattered down the stairs. "Sounds like the word's got round " he said, turning me back and pushing my bottom towards the glory hole. "Can’t disappoint your lovers, can we?" I heard low whispers of appreciation as my arse appeared, rustles of clothing and zips being lowered, and then I was penetrated again, sagging against Jim's neck as he kissed my cheek and whispered encouragingly to me. One after another, they raped my arsehole with all manner of cocks, small, fat, long, thin and not a condom between them. Once the last footsteps had gone back upstairs, Bill lifted me off the glory hole. I was wringing with sweat and sperm was running down my thighs as my cunt gaped from all the pounding. He turned me round and produced a filthy cloth. “Cum rag.” He grinned and used it to wipe the worst of the spunk and lube dripping from my battered arsehole down my balls and thighs. My cock was rigid and tingly and fit to burst and I knew I was lost in piggery, never to return. Jim turned, lowered his clothes and bent over the smelly toilet bowl. “Climb on, lad. I think you deserve it.” I took the lube, smeared some over my cock, and pushed forward, sliding deliciously into a hot, grainy heat which made me gasp with pleasure and disgust at the same time. “Can’t… can’t hold it!” I gasped. “ Spunk up me, then!” He cried and with a howl of release I felt my cock burst into throbbing ecstasy and I shot my spunk up him. For the first time, I noticed a small, cracked mirror on the rear wall and saw myself in the dim light crouched over the naked man, cock deep in his arse, face flushed with lust and perversion. I smiled at my true self and licked my lips as I moved my cock in him ensuring my cum was pushed deep in his guts…

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