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CHAPTER 6 The door swung open and I was greeted by the familiar face of the guy from the bathroom. "Here he is! I'm glad you came." He said as I stepped inside. His boyfriend was sitting on the couch, stroking his cock through his boxers. "I'm Brian & that's my boyfriend Tyler" he said, nodding to the guy on the couch who smiled at me. "Um hi guys...I'm Jeff", I managed to croak out, my voice so dry & nervous. "Hey Jeff, no need to be nervous, we're all friends here!" Brian said. "Or at least, we will be soon..... Can I get you a drink?" "Just some water's fine thanks" "So, your wife know you're a sickening faggot?" Brian asked me as he came back from the kitchen, handing over the glass. "Oh, I'm not gay." I quickly replied (I wasn't, was I?) "How long have you been sucking cock then?" "I'd never done it before coming here" "Who's the lucky guy then? Some random hookup here?" "Um....no" I could feel myself blushing. "It's my brother in law" "Holy shit!" Tyler exclaimed. "That's so fucking sick, I love it" I could tell even through his boxers that his cock was gonna be massive. "Tell you what, you still seem uncomfortable" Brian said "How about we all get naked, maybe that'll relax you a bit more?" "I've been waiting so long for you to say that!" Tyler peeled off his tight singlet, his body looked like it was made out of granite! "I'll leave my boxers on though, I want my new friend to have a surprise" I took my running singlet off & shyly removed my shorts, feeling very intimidated - I could see almost all of Tyler's body and as Brian started to take his clothes off, he was gonna be well-built too. I quickly did the sums in my head. I figured they wanted a threesome, maybe if I sucked Tyler off only Brian would fuck me? Brian's thickening cock was roughly the same size as Mike's so it was gonna hurt but it'd be nothing compared to Tyler's! I walked over & knelt in front of Tyler "Damn, you white boys always make a beeline for my cock don'tcha?" I wanted to get him out of the way first but I had to admit I was curious. Kneeling down in front of him, he almost looked like a god. "Take it out boy, you know you want to". My hand slipped into his boxers & felt his hot, hard cock. It was so thick I could barely get my hand around it! I pulled his boxers down and it looked like one of those massive cocks from the interracial porn I used to watch. The slutty young girls in those scenes could barely fit it in their mouths and I was about to do the same! "C'mon buddy, you know want it" Tyler whispered. I had to admit that deep down, I did. He'd been working himself pretty hard so his head was covered in precum and glistening in the dim light of the room. I thought to myself that the better I made the blowjob, the quicker I could get to Brian & my night would be over. I took the head in my mouth straight away & started slurping, "Damn! He's a horny little slut this one!" Tyler yelled across to Brian. I was too busy concentrating on his cock to care. As I took more & more of his cock in my mouth I could tell that it tasted different to Mike's, aside from it being much bigger of course! Oh my God, was I becoming an expert on cock now or something? I could only take about 3 or 4 inches before I started gagging, I'd never had my mouth stretched so wide before. "He might've hit his limit here, can you help him out Brian?" Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brian walk across and hand Tyler a little bottle. He took a deep sniff in each nostril and then held it to my nose. "Now what I want you to do here boy, is keep sniffing in each nostril until I tell you to stop. You'll be glad you did", I did as I was told. Pretty much straight away I felt I was flying, everything felt like it was tingling. All I wanted to was pleasure this beautiful cock that I was sucking, I think Tyler could sense that I was feeling different too. "There, now doesn't that feel sooo much better?", his voice was so soothing & sexy just like him. Fuck I was so lucky to be sucking this sexy man. "You're a natural cocksucker boy & don't let anyone tell you otherwise." I was so turned on & concentrating on sucking Tyler I didn't even feel Brian applying lube to my ass. "Damn boy, you want more of my cock don't you?" I needed it so badly, if I could deep throat him I would! I moved a bit more onto all fours as I'd been kneeling for a while. "Take some more of the poppers, it'll help you relax your throat a little more". I sniffed deeply from the bottle, fuck it felt so good. I could sense Brian moving behind me but just assumed he wanted a better look at what a good cocksucker I was but I then felt his cock pressing against my hole. "Look at his hole winking at me man, he wants it so much!" Brian yelled across to Tyler. I had to admit that in my state of mind, I didn't want Brian to fuck me, I NEEDED it. I felt Brian's hands on my hips as his head pushed inside my willing ass. "Doesn't that feel so good?", Tyler asked me. Fuck, that voice would make me do anything. I looked up at him nodding, my mouth still on his cock. "Polite as well, he knows not to speak with his mouth full!" He laughed. I closed my eyes as Brian pushed further and further into me, it was a mixture of pain & the best pleasure I'd ever had. I'd never had a threesome before when I was (wait, was?) straight, and now here I am pleasuring two guys! They both started to get into a rhythm and before long, Brian's balls were slapping against my ass while I kept sucking Tyler. His voice and eyes were almost hypnotic, I'd do almost anything he said. Of course, anytime I started to come down from the poppers he'd hold them to my nose and I'd inhale deeply, partly because I loved the feeling he gave me but also I had a mouthful of his cock so couldn't breathe through there! A part of me knew that I was being used as a piece of meat but I loved it so much, and I knew I was so good at it, that I didn't care. I don't know how long I'd been in that position for but I could feel Brian's cock getting so thick inside me. "Fuck man, I think I'm close," he said to Tyler. "How about you?" "Man, I've been holding back for ages waiting for you!" he replied. "Let's keep him off the poppers so he knows what's happening" I could feel myself starting to come down & reached out for the poppers, "Nuh uh" Tyler said, "We want you to feel every second of this." My mouth and asshole seemed to be shrinking just as their cocks started to grow. The two much bigger men held me in place so there was no way out from what was to come. Tyler came first with a massive groan, his cum shooting deep into my throat & filling my mouth. All I could do was swallow him, and coz I didn't mind the taste I knew it was OK but I felt so slutty swallowing this complete stranger's load! "And now here comes the big surprise" Tyler whispered as I could hear Brian's panting. I felt the warmth hit me almost immediately as Brian came deep into my ass, it was only then that I realised he'd been fucking me bare all along! I was pinned between the two men so I knew that I was there as long as they wanted me. My ass pulsed on Brian's cock, milking him, as Tyler's fell out of my mouth. Brian pulled out & patted me on the ass, "For a straight boy, you make one hell of a faggot!" Tyler & himself both laughed "Feel free to use our bathroom, you might need it soon". I groggily made my way to their bathroom trying to process what had happened. I'd been in a threesome with two complete strangers and one had cum inside me! I saw myself in the mirror & could see that I'd been totally used, not least by some of Tyler's cum in my mouth & then Brian's dribbling down my leg. I sat on the toilet & felt Brian's cum stream out of me, god there was so much! I thought I'd have a shower in my own room to try & think everything through about what had happened. Opening the door I was met by the sight of Brian sucking Tyler's rapidly hardening cock, a big smile on Tyler's face. "Ready for round 2?" he asked. ROUND 2?!?!?! END OF CHAPTER 6

Part 2: Unfortunately, some weeks later he told me that he’d met this guy he totally fell in love with and he didn’t want us to meet again. So I figured, too bad, whatever, have fun and goodbye and enjoy the herpes. I continued pozzing other dudes as it’s my favorite hobby and didn’t hear or see anything from the bitch for a few months. Then one day I was lurking in the same chatroom where I first met him and there he was, advertising his boipussy for any and all breeders again. Never one to miss out on any opportunity to spread my love to my fellow men I chatted him up and we got to talking. He admitted that he’d been terrified when I was breeding his ass with my deathstick but that afterwards when he got his latest test results he was actually disappointed that he hadn’t converted. Being the kind and gentle soul that I am I offered him a second chance, which he eagerly accepted. We tried to arrange a second pozzing session. But as luck, or lack thereof, would have it the little bitch fell in love with some dude again, so my plans for his conversion were put on hold again. This time I was royally pissed off and just blocked his number in my phone and deleted his contact information. About a year went by in which I pozzed quite a few other guys but still sometimes thought back to the little bitch. You really can’t blame me for that because he was and is just one hell of a stunning dude. Predictably I met the bitch again in the very same chatroom after that year. We both recognised each other immediately. I was just about to block him cause I’d just about had enough of his hot & cold act (you know: “Please pozfuck me”, followed by “I’m in love, you’re not allowed to touch me”). Right before I could he send me a message that he’d missed me so much and had been looking for me for months and was now totally dedicated to get infected and he practically begged me to come and pozfuck him. My brain was telling me to block the bitch, but my cock was telling me to go there right away and make the bitch regret what he said. Fortunately my cock won out this time. The very next day I went to his house. I’d ordered him to put the door ajar and be ready, dressed only in a jockstrap, up on all fours in the hallway. When I entered he was sitting ready like ordered. This time I didn’t tie him up and just rammed my killer cock up his slutty hole and fucked him ROUGH. Guess I was releasing some pent up aggression from his hot & cold act. I was filming at the same time and could clearly see some blood on my cock. I told him “I can see blood on my dick, hot. Much better chance of getting AIDS now bitch.”. The bitch was like “Really? Fuck yeah man, give me that poison!”. I guess he really did commit fully to getting pozzed this time around. I took my time ramming his bleeding hole before I dumped my toxic cum up his boipussy. I stayed the night, making sure my deadly cum stayed inside his hole, though I needn’t have worried about it, he was so happy with the poison in his ass he kept it all in. When I left that morning I told him to keep me informed about his health, really hoping he’d get sick soon and that he’s converted. Unfortunately, he didn’t get the fuck flu and when he got tested again a few months later it was still clean. We we’re both actually getting a bit bummed out about that. Stay tuned for part three which is coming up soon.

Hotel Hoe Down: The next anonymous dick slid into my cum filled hole with ease. I moaned in contentment as I once again felt like a turkey filled with stuffing at a Pilgrim Thanksgiving, dripping with sauce. My intentions were innocent enough when I answered the man’s ad. OK, well maybe not, but even with the empty rigs lying on the floor, the multiple raw dicks that had bred me, and the BBC maintenance man/pimp repeatedly calling me his, “White bitch twitch,” code for drugged-up-cum-chaser, I had yet to admit to myself how far I had fallen. I was like an angel who had come to Earth and sexually tainted my eternal light with the darkness of sex and depravity. The Watcher had become the watched. My ass was being used as a flesh hole for raw dick and cum. My veins were being used as a transport network for whatever drugs my superior BBC master decided I needed. My mouth was being used as their urinal. I was still in the first stage of denial - shock - but the rest would come, I was sure, until finally I hit the last stage of acceptance and embraced who I had become. A drugged-up-AIDs-chasing-slut. In hindsight, maybe as the saying goes, “He doth protest too much.” I had been planning my vacation to New York City for months and a major part of that effort was scoping out who the big dicked tops were in the city - the raw fucking big dicked tops. I methodically reviewed all the members on the various hookup sites I was already on and even scoured the web for new, and different sites to explore to find some good dick. I found the usual suspects, most of whom I figured were fakes, but sent messages, chatted back and forth, and ‘lined up’ a few promising dicks to get me stuffed with raw man meat and cum during my vacation. If all went as planned I would not leave the hotel for five days as I would be too busy getting fucked. Plan B was that I would hit an ABS to find whatever nasty trade I could. But now I’m getting ahead of myself a little as while I normally stay at a hotel chain where I get points on my credit card, for this trip I chose a different one, one where a 10-inch BBC worked. When I first saw his online ad, I figured it was too good to be true. I mean, really, this dude checked all my boxes - BBC, nasty, raw top, POZ, smoked, drank, drugs, thuggish, and more. Well, you can see for yourself why I was intrigued and my hole was dripping when I responded to his post: YOU WILLING TO GET FUCKED HOW I SAY? OBEY A SUPERIOR BBC MASTER? Harlem nicca here. Work in a hotel, looking for slut bottoms who need their hole seeded. My rules, my way only. You must pass inspection. My buddy will come check that ass out. If he says it’s good then game on fuckas! I wanna breed my nut in YOU! The Dept of Health got my number. Who want to be added to the contact list? POZ breeder - take it or fuck off! I shook as I typed a reply and my brain spun thinking of how such a connect might play out. Yet I knew it was likely it was all fake - but hell, might as well give it a shot. To my surprise the guy responded and without asking the 101 questions every other guy in NYC had generally been asking. He only asked one - again, “YOU WILLING TO GET FUCKED HOW I SAY?” Of course I said yes. Little did I know what that would mean. Finally the day arrived and I was all set for my vacation. I had shipped a box via FedEx to the hotel with some ‘supplies’ to make sure I could prep, have some poppers, fuck towels etc… Getting a tub of Elbow Grease through security in my carry on was not an option, and I didn’t want to fill by luggage with nothing but fuck towels - a nice dark brown to hide any stains and not ruin the institutional white sheets and coverlets most hotels use these days. Once at the hotel, I unpacked, prepped, and at 2:45 texted the BBC Master as he had instructed, “I’m in room 632. Door unlocked. Bent over the bed. Blindfolded. Waiting as MASTER ordered.” I was anxious and paced back and forth on the worn carpet. Would he text me back? Was this a set up? Fuck I should have had a drink or something. Instead I grabbed the poppers and did a snuff. OK, better, but not - fuck! He texted me back. “You got 60 seconds to get ready. Bend over, white pussy ass out. You run - my man is out. You say anything - my man leaves. You make a fucking move and are anything but a cum hole - we done.” I quickly threw my phone up on the bed, bent over, slid the blindfold down across my eyes and huffed the poppers hard. I had a fuck towel set out on my right with a bottle of Elbow Grease H2O gel as ordered and a fuck towel to my left. My ass was prelubed, the lights were off except for the hall light. I waited. The door latch clicked as the handle was turned. The door banged against the jamb and clicked shut. Silence. Hard breathing, the shuffling of fabric, keys, a belt unloosening, the scrape of sharp nails against my skin, then my hole, then an evil chuckle as the skin cells of my ass ring were scraped like excess paint off a window sill. I wanted to flinch, cry out, move, beg for his dick but remembered what the BBC MASTER has said, so I stayed as still as a fawn being stalked by a wolf. The digging at my hole paused. I heard the flick of a lighter, the hiss as something caught flame, the sucking in of lung fulls of smoke - pause - then a great exhale. Jesus he was smoking in my room! Fuck! I was going to get charged for that damn it! I recognized that smell though - crack. I had a few street buddies from DC who smoked rock and the smell is unmistakable - sharp, sticky, chalky, with a mix of burnt toast. The lighter flicked again, the anonymous top exhaled, I heard the clink of glass onto the cabinet holding the TV, then felt his nails again as he clawed at my ass even harder now. My hole was getting wet; the top’s breathing was getting heavier as the crack kicked in. Damn I hoped his dick could still get a hard on and fuck. I should not have worried. The anonymous top leaned over my back, his dick head pressing against my ass. Shit he felt thick and his skin was hot like a white ember in a furnace. He moaned as he scored his fingers down my back and sides, kneaded my ass cheeks like a kitten on a pussy’s tummy, then grunted as he slammed his hard dick at my raw hole. I had to bury my face in the pillow and stuff my mouth with the white cotton to keep from not crying out. The fierce pain was like a bullet piercing my flesh, but in slow motion. Little by little he pushed into my ass. The raw, anonymous dick split me open, fucked me hard, and pounded me like a nail with a sledge hammer. I took it just like the BBC Master ordered and before long was rewarded with a deep grunt, a stiff dick, a ball spasm, and hot cum spewing like river rapids into my raw ass. Once he was satisfied, my anonymous benefactor slid his dick out, grabbed a fuck towel, mumbled something, tossed the towel onto my back, hiked up his pants, then left the way he came in. I stood up, stretched, yanked the blindfold off, went to the bathroom to rub my eyes and took some toilet paper to rub my tender hole - pink and red. Yeah he fucked me good. I wanted to keep the nutt in and flicked the lights on and went back to the bed and stopped - there on the bed was a white envelope: “10:30. COME TO THE 17TH FLOOR. END OF HALL TO THE RIGHT IF YOU WANT THAT POZ NUTT.” I opened the envelope and inside was a key card, like for a hotel room, but which one? I held the anonymous load of cum in as long as I could. When I finally went to the bathroom I had some sharp pain, like razors slicing my hole. He must have ripped me up some. I also felt tweaked out - can you get a contact high from a crack smoker through his cum? I figured yes. Repeatedly I checked my phone seeing if the BBC Master had texted or emailed me. I guessed I passed his first test but hell, who knows with these fakers and spammers. I was happily surprised someone showed up at all and eager for more dick and while I wanted to head to the ABS or online to find some more dick, I waited. At 10:25 I left my room, looked to the left then the right down the hotel hallway, then made my way to the elevator bank. I stepped in and pressed 17. Nothing happened. I hit it again. Nothing. I pulled the key card out of my pocket, swiped it against the small black square set below the floor buttons, it turned green, 17 lighted up, and I was on my way. The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and I stepped off into a dimly lit construction zone. I guess this was a floor they were remodeling as there was a cloud of perpetual dust, rows of plastic hanging off the wall and ceiling, piles of debris, and workshop style lights that fluttered in and out. Yeah, I know, this is the scene in Law and Order where the dumb ass criminal who is trying to escape the cops gets taken out by a serial killer or some shit. I looked to the left, then the right, headed down the hall stepping over bits and piles of construction debris and dodging drapes of hanging plastic from the ceiling. The only sound besides the thumping of my heart was the thrum of a generator, or machinery someplace. All the doors to the rooms were open and only darkness could be seen, not even a glint of light from outside. As I got closer to the last room on my right I noticed a faint glow coming from the room. I paused, listened; there was a soft CLICK, a rustling of plastic. I peered around the doorway and saw a large, dark shape of a man silhouetted against a single workshop light hanging from the ceiling behind him standing beside the shadowed outline of a stepladder. His face was in shadows, and to make it even murkier - and creepier - he was standing behind a sheet of opaque plastic hanging down from the ceiling. CLICK - the lighter caught, the brief flicker of flame near the shadow man’s head showed he was smoking something. Bright embers shimmered in the glass pipe like little distant stars behind the plastic sheeting. “WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAITING FOR BOY? GET THEM FUCKING CLOTHES OFF, THEN THE FUCK OVER HERE, BEND THOSE KNEES, AND GIVE ME SOME NECK. TASTE THIS POZ DICK!” the shadow man bellowed. CLICK - the lighter caught again and even as I got closer I still could not make out any details of his face. I paused, pulled off my t-shirt, shorts, kicked off my sneakers, and adjusted my now hard dick. CLICK - the lighter torched once more and just as I thought I might catch a glimmer of this POZ breeder, the flame died. The smoke was thick close to the plastic and smelled like crack, but way stronger. As I got nearer I also noticed there was a hole cut in the plastic and the shadow man had his dick stuck through it. I knelt on the dirty concrete floor, lifted his long breeding stick up, and placed the head on my tongue so I could savor his infected drip. “THAT’S IT BOY. TASTE THAT SUPERIOR BBC DICK. TASTE THAT MASTER DICK THAT’S GONNA FILL THAT CLOWN HOLE. I’M GONNA SMASH THAT BOY PUSSY GOOD AND MAKE YOU O.D. ON SOME AIDS NUTT. YEAH GOT SOME THUG TREATS FOR YOU FAGGOT - HELL YEAH - LOVE A COCK HUNGRY FAGGOT HOE WHO NEEDS THEIR PUSSY RAPED BY A TRUE SUPERIOR BBC MASTER. AIN’T THAT RIGHT? DON’T TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL NOW - JUST FOCUS ON MAKING IT SLOPPY.” As his dick extended to its full width and length I had to brace myself and work to take what I could. I was beginning to think unlike most tops, he had undersold his assets, as clearly it felt bigger than 10-inches. “GOOD HOE SLUT. HOLD YOUR NECK ROLL A MINUTE - NO DON’T MOVE YOUR MOUTH, KEEP IT JUST LIKE THAT. DON’T FUCKING MOVE YOUR HEAD OR WE’RE DONE AND YOU DON’T GET THIS DICK UP THAT PUSSY YOU HEAR ME!” I wasn’t sure what he was trying to do at first and it made me jump a little when something hard and bristly pushed through the plastic gloryhole and at my mouth alongside his dick. He had stuck his hand through the hole too along with a hard bristle toothbrush. With his dick still in my mouth he jammed the brush in alongside his dick. He tried to brush my gums but between the angle and his dick filling my mouth, he just couldn’t make it happen. Quickly, he realized that too, “I’M GONNA PULL MY DICK BACK FOR A MINUTE SO WE CAN PREP YOUR AIR HOLE. PUT YOUR MOUTH RIGHT UP TO THE SPOT THERE, OPEN WIDE, AND USE YOUR FINGERS TO STRETCH YOUR LIPS OUT. REMEMBER, DON’T FUCKING MOVE YOUR HEAD OR WE’RE DONE!!” I did as the shadow man ordered and winced and whimpered as he had success and started gouging my gums good with his brush. Side to side, up and down, top then bottom, he was like an evil dentist. Tears ran out of the corners of my eyes, he pulled the brush back, the lighter went CLICK, he chuckled, “FUCK YEAH BLOODY HOE AIR HOLE. TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO POZ YOU AT BOTH ENDS. JUST LIKE PAINTING A HOUSE YOU GOT TO PRIME THOSE WALLS FIRST BEFORE YOU ADD THE FINISH COAT. NOW SCOOP SOME OF MY AIDS DRIP OFF MY DICK AND WORK IT AROUND YOUR GUMS THEN SLIDE MY MEAT UP AND DOWN YOUR TONGUE, INSIDE YOUR CHEEKS REAL NICE AND GOOD. OH YEAH THAT’S THE SHIT. FUCK YEAH HOE SLUT, FUCK YEAH.” My BBC master was pleased with how I obeyed and so decided I should get another treat, “That was good hoe fag. I like how you are whimpering cause you so hungry for my dick. Don’t worry, if you continue to please me I will make sure that body gets all the AIDS dick and nutt you can handle and then some you can’t. First, I want you to take this pipe. AH AH AH NO QUESTIONS! Good. The only time that mouth should be open is when I tell it to be. Like I was saying, take this pipe, hold it firm between your lips. I’ll heat the bowl and when I say so, you inhale deep as you can and hold it until I say stop and release.” Shadow man passed a glass object through the hole that was about as long as a pen with a rounded bulb on the end. I held it level as I bent forward a little, placed the end between my lips, and tried not to imagine him setting the plastic on fire or some shit. CLICK - he held the lighter’s flame below the bowl and swirled it around in little circles, “Go on now - suck it in good and deep and hold it no matter what. You’ll want to cough, but don’t, fight it - fight it - fight it a little...more...OK you can release.” When I did I coughed, hacked, and gasped for air as the world spun a bit and I got a wicked rush. Shadow man laughed, “Fucking slut - that was good and got my dick brick as shit. Let’s do that a few times.” I kept running my tongue back and forth and in and out of my mouth like dog that had just been given peanut butter. The taste was funky, the smoke had made the places where he had gouged my mouth up itch and burn, and I was tripping a bit. “Yo bitch, focus, put your mouth back here. That was a warm up. This time, inhale harder, hold it longer, and you’ll repeat several times in a row until the shit’s down. Come on now, that’s it.” By the time that round of hitting the pipe was done I good and buzzed. Shit I liked that and wanted more. I mumbled something but even I didn’t know what I said and shadow man just laughed, wagged the tooth brush back through the hole, “BEND THE FUCK OVER HOE - TIME TO PREP THAT PUSSY SO I CAN DUMP SOME AIDS BABIES.” I backed my ass to the plastic gloryhole, bent forward, and barely made a sound as he jammed the toothbrush in my ass and started digging around, getting my hole ready for his eternal gifts. Shadow man wasted no time and moved his hand back and forth in time to the need building inside his balls. He pulled his prep toy out, made a satisfied, “Hmmm..” then I felt the baby-fist head of his dark dick kiss my ass lips. “SHOW YOUR SUPERIOR BLACK MASTER HOW MUCH YOU WANT THAT DICK. TAKE IT DRY WITH JUST YOUR PUSSY JUICES. SHOW ME HOW MUCH OF A CHEM-FUCKED-UP-SLUT YOU ARE. EAGER PUSSY TRYING TO GET POZZED. NUTTED. BRED DEEP. THAT’S IT - PUSH THAT HOLE BACK, OPEN THAT CUNT - SHIT HURTS GOOD HUH? WAIT UNTIL I AM ALL THE WAY IN. RIDE THAT FUCKING DICK. RAPE YOURSELF ON IT. BOUNCE THAT SHIT BACK. YOU GO FAG BOY - YOU ASKING FOR IT GOOD NOW!” I was hungry for dick, for cum, for more of that pipe - the glass and BBC master versions. I stood part way up, desperately flinging myself back onto his POZ dick. Suddenly the shadow man wrapped his arms around me, encasing my head and body in the plastic hanging from the ceiling as he pressed our bodies together and pushed. The plastic rent from the connectors holding it to the ceiling. Bits of plaster cascaded down the crevices of the protective cover as the shadow man pushed me down onto the floor, his dick stull buried raw and deep in my ass. His hand and body slid over mine, the plastic forming a protective barrier against him except for the hole where his dick spread my ass open wider. “TIME TO POZ THAT ASS UP. ADD YOUR NAME TO MY FILE AT THE HEALTH DEPARTMENT. BREED YOU LIKE THAT PUSSY NEEDS TO BE BRED AND FILLED. CREAM IT WITH THIS SUPERIOR BLACK NUTT TIL YOU GAPING, DRIPPING, AND THOSE PUSSY LIPS JUST SUCKING IT OUT OF ME! YOU READY TO GET THIS TOXIC LOAD? YOU READY FOR THAT BREEDING YOU’VE BEEN CRAVING - NEEDING - BEEN ALL HUNGRY FOR? I DON’T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU ARE OR NOT CAUSE YOU’RE GETTING IT NOW. NO PULLING OUT - NO STOPPING - FUCKING FILLING YOU DEEP!” Time paused - I could hear the drops of sweat from shadow man’s face drip onto the plastic over my head, could feel his body tense, shudder, and release inside me. I welcomed his gift. Time went back to normal speed when the BBC retreated from my hole. I stayed where I was, not wanting to lose the moment, but as with all things time, moments pass and it continues with or without you. I reached up and eased the plastic off my head, wiped the sweat and grime from my face, rolled over and looked for my shadow man. Once again he was silhouetted against the single light, all darkness and shadows, and then he spoke, “Good slut. You want some more breeder dick? Fucking white bitch twitch.” I WONDER WHAT ELSE HE HAD PLANNED FOR ME? (*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!)

No, this is not a story of how I knocked up some bimbo. It’s about this dude I met a few years ago. After he converted due to the toxic loads I dumped in him I started calling him my AIDS baby and he started calling me his AIDS daddy. We met online for the first time I guess about four years ago. He was 25 years old at the time and quite a hot dude. Decent body, 6’ tall, brown hair and an absolute looker, looked quite innocent, though that was deceiving. Behind those green eyes he was hiding a very slutty mind. We chatted a few times and I found out he was an airline steward living in a town some 30 miles from me, so not too far. He learned that I’m poz and quite toxic which turned the little slut on to no end. Unfortunately due to his erratic flying schedule it was difficult to arrange a hook up quickly. One time we were chatting on skype and he told me he just got fucked by some barebacker and the fresh cum was still in his ass, held there by his dildo. I was a bit sceptical at first but then he turned on his cam and climbed up on his chair, dildo sticking out from his ass. He pushed the dildo’s suction cup onto the chair and started fucking himself on it for several minutes. Finally he pulled his ass up from the dildo and I could see the cum leaking from his open hole onto the chair. Then the little slut bend over and started licking it up. After this little show I was convinced he was an absolute cum addickted fuck slut and decided he needed to get AIDS, which he agreed to enthusiastically. We were finally able to arrange our first meeting a few weeks later. He just got his latest test result which confirmed he was still clean. I went to his town where he picked me up at the train station. When I got in his car he immediately started sucking my cock as I had ordered him. After a few minutes I told him to head over to his place and a few minutes later we arrived at his apartment complex. As soon as we entered his place I ripped his track pants from his ass and pushed him down on his knees. I forced my hard cock down his throat which he really didn’t like but who cares about what a bitch wants? Then I shoved him to the bed, tied him up and forcibly spread his legs apart. I told the bitch “I’m gonna ram my toxic AIDS cock up your ass you little slut.”, then I pushed it all the way in, only using a few drops of spit as lube. The little slut was clearly hurting and terrified, I could see it in his wide open eyes and I loved every second of that fuck. I just kept pumping that sweet ass while he was begging me to stop. I just told him I wouldn’t and that he knew that was the reason I tied him up in the first place. Finally I spewed my venomous load deep in his guts. After keeping him tied up a while longer I released him and ordered him to keep my toxic cum in his fuck hole all night long. When he drove me back to the train station he was quite subdued. I guess the little bitch was terrified that he really did get pozzed. You know what they say “Be careful what you wish for, you might just get IT.”. The next morning he told me that he did as I ordered and kept my venom in his ass all night long and that it leaked out of his fuckhole in the morning. As you can imagine this really turned me on, seeing there was a good chance he’s convert. A few days later he told me he got a herpes infection in his ass from me and that it hurt like hell. I was overjoyed about this since it was a good sign and his chances of converting would be boosted by this for sure.

Living in a big city like Atlanta is great but sometimes you want to head out of the hustle and bustle craziness of close quarters to the wide open spaces of the country. Or at least I do having been born in a more rural area. Such was the case last week. I had accrued vacation time that was going to expire on June 1st and was not about to hand over more of my life to the company than I have to. So I packed took packed a bag and headed off in the jeep to a friend's house in the country. On the drive I remembered how much we used to explore together. Boy scouts, tree houses, camping in the backyard, and each other. I had not seen him in some time but was hard in the jeep in my shorts all the way there. Was greeted as I arrived to him and his hot boyfriend sitting on the back porch smoking weed. After intros and a couple of drinks we headed downstairs to the outdoor hottub together....

Part 3: It took a few more months before we were able to hook up again. This time the little slut came to my home. I’d moved my sling into the living room to give us some more space for our little pozzing party. When he arrived we started with a good fuck. I was filming it all, asking him what he wanted me to do to him, which he answered with that he wanted me to give him AIDS and to please, please, please infect him. This kid was as ready to get infected as I’d ever seen one. He turned me on to no end and so I FUCKED him. I’m sure it hurt him a lot but he just kept begging for AIDS and poz cum, so that’s exactly what I provided his ass with. After I dropped my poisonous cum in him we went online to find more breeders to come and drop a few extra loads in his well stretched and lubed hole. Since I live in a fairly small city we only found a few guys willing to come over. One of them actually was a guy I think I infected many years before. Unfortunately that guy was on meds and so couldn’t really contribute to giving my bitch AIDS but he did drop his load up the slut’s ass, making it even more squishy when I pushed my cock back in. One other guy showed up, coming from the next town over and he managed a good fuck in my little bitch before adding his load in the mix. Too bad this guy was clean, well maybe he would get lucky and my AIDS would stick on his dick. After those guys left I fucked my little bitch some more in his very juicy hole and we fell asleep at some time. I really had a good feeling about this session and was hoping he’d finally convert. About two weeks later the little slut contacted me. Bang, he got real sick, heavy flu-like symptoms. He was out of commission for I think about two weeks. We were both very happy about it and he decided he wanted to get tested right away. I told him that was pointless since it takes 3 ~ 6 months before the virus can be detected reliably. But the bitch was very eager for good news and couldn’t wait any longer and went to the hospital to get his test, which turned out negative. He was quite disappointed about it but I told him it was too soon and to wait a few months and get tested again. I still held good hopes he’d finally converted. About 4 months later he told me he was getting tested again and would get the result back in a few days. Those days were very interesting. My mind kept wandering to my little bitch and how I hoped he got what he deserved. Then, finally he contacted me and told me he was POZ. I was so fucking happy about that, he really needed this and he got everything he wished for. I wasn’t really sure how he felt however so I tried to coax it out of him. Turned out he was at least as happy as I was and he vowed he would now also become an active pozfucker, infecting young twinks with our gift. That’s when I told him he was my AIDS baby now and he said “Yes, I am and you’re my AIDS daddy!”. After that day we’ve continued to fuck around on occasion. Right now we’re trying to organise a bareback gangbang in his ass. I hope we can find enough guys to fill his ass to overflowing, he really deserves it and has an insatiable craving for toxic cum. So, if any of you guys, preferably poz, not on meds, are nearby you might want to drop by and add your noxious load to the mix.

Mine was with a much older top maybe 10 years ago, or so. We had been playing together regularly for sometime whenever his wife was away, and he had mentioned it several times, and finally, took me to the bath tub, had me stand with my ass to his cock, and started pissing on my ass! It felt amazing! He then slipped his cock in me, and started filling me up! He had so much piss saved up it was running out of me, then he fucked me hard! What a sound it made, and of course, came in my ass too

PART 5 Miracle of miracles, I managed to get my tired ass home after another all-night fuckfest. I was too tired to even jack off like I had last time. I felt into bed, still in my sticky clothes, my ass leaking cum and blood, and stinking of sex. I passed out. According to the clock I had slept all day. It was now after 6 pm and I felt refreshed. After a shower and a protein smoothie to replenish my system, I settled myself on the sofa. I was surprised that my ass wasn’t sore. I reached into my shorts and fingered my slack and juicy hole. When I pulled my fingers away they were glossy and slick with semen. My mouth watered and I couldn’t resist sucking them clean. I repeated this a few times, and could not believe how horny I was again. And how I wanted to get fucked again. Am I insane? A nympho? I don’t know. All I know is that I need more cocks and cum in me. I wasn’t sure that I would be up for another all-night whoring with HIM, so I sat around smoking for a while, trying to decide what to do. Eventually I decided that hitting a bathhouse was the best bet. It was not very busy, but I did manage to take a couple of anonymous loads up my ass while hanging in the sling in one of the dark rooms. But after 30 minutes of no action, I decided to head out. There was a bookstore on the way home with some booths that I thought I might give a shot. There were a couple of guys loitering around out front, but when they saw me head into the back they followed, and before I knew it I had a cock in me at both ends. Right out in the hallway. Guys alternated between my mouth and ass, and it appeared that they all wanted to breed me, so I only sucked to get them hard and wet, and when the guy in my hole blew, he was replaced by the man in my mouth. This went on for I think seven or eight guys. After that my body was feeling exhausted again, so decided I felt sated and it was time to head home and try to sleep through the night. I was just turning the key to head inside my apartment when I could feel that someone was behind me. I hadn’t heard a sound, but I knew for certain that someone was there. A neighbor perhaps? As I took a quick step inside, feeling a sudden surge of panic, I felt a large man rush in behind me, slamming me hard into the wall and pinning me there while he reached over and locked the door behind us. Then I felt hot breath next to my face. I thought for certain I was about to die and just closed my eyes and hoped that it would be quick. I was startled to feel a large, warm, wet tongue lick the side of my face. “Mmm, you little fucking whore,” HE said in my ear. Jesus fuck, my dick instantly sprang to life even though I was still terrified. “You just couldn’t wait to get more dick in that faggot ass of yours? You need to be taught a lesson -that ass belongs to me now,” he said menacingly. “You don’t just go whoring yourself at bathhouses and bookstores unless I tell you to.” He dragged me down the hall to my own bedroom and literally threw me onto the bed. I didn’t know what I should do. HE was literally double my size and seemed to be as stealthy as a Navy SEAL, it’s not like I could fight him or escape. I crawled up the bed until my back was against the headboard, but HE followed me up on his hands and knees until he was staring at me with those penetrating eyes, a slightly angry and somehow sexy expression on his face. He reached up, grabbed at my chest, taking a handful of shirt, and literally tore the clothes from my body, starting with that shirt and then with my pants. He didn’t stop until I was totally exposed and naked. A quick yank of my ankles had me underneath him, his powerful legs straddling my mid-section, while he stared down at me. I could see his heart was pounding as quickly as mine, although for probably entirely different reasons. Although, not entirely different reasons. His crotch was mere inches from my face and I could smell his maleness, not to mention I was staring down the barrel of a huge and obscene bulge that as usual had my trashed hole quivering. As if he could read my mind, HE laughed at me. “Fucking pig. Is that all you think about? Sex? Well you should. You weren’t born a slut for nothing. And sluts like you should serve their purpose and make real men like me feel good.” HE leaned down really close to my face now and I could smell Whisky on his breath. In a flash his mouth was on mine, and we were tangled in one of those messy and slightly violent kisses that I’d grown to enjoy. “You want to make me feel good, don’t you?” he whispered, pulling his face away so he could see my reaction. “Always,” I replied in a soft whisper. “I thought so,” he said proudly, leaning down and giving me a quick peck before jumping off of me and standing beside the bed. Fuck, this man had me so confused. He was rough and abusive and treated me like an inanimate object half of the time. But other times, like when he kissed me, I had to wonder what it would be like to be more to him. In a way he was everything I’d always dreamed of in a man. Not what most guys look for, but it’s what I always wanted. His build. His attitude. His need and use of sex. And he would kiss me like that, especially just a quick peck -it is something that you do when feeling affectionate towards someone. It made me feel like me did like me. “Roll over, Fido,” he commanded me, which I did, exposing my bare butt to him. “Good boy,” he snickered, climbing back on the bed and swatting my ass playfully. He immediately inserted his rock hard cock into my ass and truly began to rape me. He was frantic and rough, pounding me deep and hard, growling into my ear as he pinned me to the bed. He seemed to take pleasure in the whimpers he elicited from me with every powerful plunge of his meat sword into my depths. “You need to be reminded who this ass belongs to, bitch,” he reminded me. It was hard to describe this fuck. It was violent and a violation of sorts. But I did want it, didn’t I? My ass yawned open every time I just thought of him. And I had basically surrendered myself to him already, so it was his ass to take. That is what I’ve really always dreamed about but never found -a man who would truly OWN my ass, and use it anywhere he wanted, any time he wanted, any way he wanted. HE really was the man of my dreams. And with that realization, I found myself shoving my ass back to him, encouraging him to fuck HIS ass, the ass that HE owns. He noticed the change and laughed a little. “That’s right, bitch, you know what’s good for that ass. Give it up to me!” he yelled, slamming as deep as possible into me. “You know this is what you want.” “It is! I was made for this, it’s your ass to fuck anytime you want. I want you!” I yelled. “Fuck you, fucking whore! Take my poz load in your fucking whore ass!” he roared, and I felt his balls spray painting my insides with his venomous seed. “Knock me up! Give me your AIDS babies!” I yelled to him. “I’ll do anything you want, I promise. I just need you!” I screamed as my own orgasm was triggered by his still-firing balls. We were so high up that it took us minutes to come down from such an intense climax. We were still joined ass-to-cock, and his arms held me tight to his chest as we lay on our sides panting. “You love me, don’t you?” he said casually in my ear. I didn’t even think or hesitate. “Yes, I do,” I replied bluntly. “Good, then you will do whatever I tell you to from now on,” he said, squeezing me tighter to him. It wasn’t the reaction I’d hoped to hear from him, but I wasn’t disappointed either. Within minutes we both drifted off to sleep, still joined as closely as two men can be joined physically, and spent the entire night exactly that way.

In a darkroom in Berlin. Naked night! Felt this warm stuff on my body. Was hooked!

Taking out my semi hard cock and firing a strong stream of piss into the urinal with a guy watching is horny as fuck. Don't often find those who will suck it there and then though

Totally agree Dr. Scorpio. This is scare mongering.

PART 4 Another rough looking character entered, following the obvious sounds of sex. He was decent looking, a bit weathered as they all were, but more attractive than the other men who had fucked me already tonight. He plunked his ass down on the sofa and fished his dick out of his pants while enjoying our little sex show. When HE started getting close to blowing, he took over and grabbed hold of my hips and began piledriving his mighty meat into my depths. We were both breathing loud like bulls, and sweating up a storm. I heard his growl start and shoved back hard onto him. “Do it! Give me that poz cum! Poz me! Poz my ass!” I begged. The man on the sofa laughed at my desperation. “Fuck yeah, piggy wants to get pozzed. Nice! Give it to the slut!” We finished rutting and were both gasping for breath as we stood totally still, his dick remained hard, draining, inside of me. I couldn’t help but wonder how great it would be to spend every day with that cock up my ass. Finally he gave both of my ass cheeks a playful squeeze, one in each hand, and then allowed his cock to slide from my hole. “He’s all yours,” he said to the guy. “Alright! Come on, pig, come and sit on this.” He spread his legs wide and I climbed up onto his lap. He grabbed a butt cheek in each hand, squeezing and massaging them, while I moved up to get his dick head at my entrance. I lowered myself onto him at a steady rate until I had him balls-deep. He grunted, gave a hard shove with his hips to be sure that I had every millimeter in me, and smiled at me. “Fucking hot ass there,” he complimented. He reached behind my head and pulled me to him for a kiss. He continued to sloppy tongue kiss me as he rammed his cock up into me. I tried to ride him, but he was definitely more into thrusting his own hips so I left it to him. I don’t know how much time passed, but I was shaken from our kissing-stupor when I felt his cock firing off hot wet seed into my fuck hole. He immediately pulled my lips back to his, mashing our faces together as he ground his pelvis into my ass to empty the last of his load. After another couple of minutes of this, HE stepped in and pulled me away from the kiss. “Ok, that’s enough of that. Time’s up,” he said, carefully lifting me off of the man’s hard meat. The guy looked a little put off, but he didn’t complain. He tucked his cock back into his pants and left, giving me a wink as he passed by me. And so it went, one after another, a steady stream of men came in the house and fucked and unloaded their high viral loads into my ass. Men of all shapes and sizes, varying degrees of wastation. Some didn't look sick at all while others looked like they were on death's door. I felt like a drug addict -I just couldn’t get enough. My ass was totally trashed and sloppy with cum, and I was still overwhelmed with a hunger for more cock and cum in me. But I was thoroughly exhausted. I lost count of how many of them used me. It had to be between 20 and 30. Easily. By the time the last one left, the sun was out again and I was exhausted. I really didn’t want to have to walk home after all of that, but HE gave no indication that I could sleep there. I stumbled back to the bedroom and grabbed my clothes. I felt almost ill I was so tired. I was moving slow, that’s for sure. My arms and legs were fatigued, and my head was so cloudy. I made it to the front door and took my time putting my clothes on, still without a word from HIM. He had followed me to the bedroom and fell into bed. Once I was dressed I could hear snoring coming from the bedroom, so there was no way he was going to invite me to stay now. Miracle of miracles, I managed to get my tired ass home after another all-night fuckfest. I was too tired to even jack off like I had last time. I felt into bed, still in my sticky clothes, my ass leaking cum and blood, and stinking of sex. I passed out.

Was always interested whenever I saw a piss porn scenes, but was afraid to try it. Finally, on a trip to Paris, I went to a piss night at one of the gay bars. Holy shit. I just sat in the trough the entire time, drinking and wearing as much piss as I could get. I felt like I was living in a porn video. At the end of the night, i told myself "Oh yeah. I'm definitely doing *that* again!"

I'm a 37 year old in fairly decent shape, shaved head with a 7.5" thick cock. The last load I gave was to a 19 year old half latino boy. He had just moved away from his parents' in Texas and started college in Oklahoma. He was masculine, cute, 5'8", smooth muscular body with a phenomenal bubble ass. We met on Grindr and we decided to hookup, I had condoms and lube. He gets to my place and we immediately start making out. I get him naked in no time and start eating his hole and really tongue fucking him. I had his hole wet and wanting more. I start working my cock on his hole, rubbing it and putting pressure on it. It was like I had hit a switch on him. He turned into a moaning cock hungry girl. I was so hot and horny I grabbed the lube and slathered it on my raging cock. My head easily went in, but boy was his hole tight! He really started moaning at this point. He never said anything about the condom so I kept inching into him. I got into a really good pace nailing his bubble butt and watching his hole squeezing the life out of my dick. It was too much for me and I leaned down and quickly said,"I'm gonna cum in you." He was moaning and groaning so much he barely had time to say,"Okay!" That's when I shot my first load up inside him. I came hard and shot a lot of juice up his boy hole. I never lost my erection, but I pulled out, flipped him over onto his back and started sucking his small, but beautiful uncut cock, he barely last 2 minutes he was so horned up he came in my mouth quite a bit. I started slowly licking down his balls and taint then got to his ass, where I began tongue fucking him again. His hole was wet but back to being tight as ever. This really turned me on, so I pushed his legs apart wide and crawled up in between them and pushed my still hard cock back into his hole. He just laid there with a glazed look on his face and let me pound the hell out of his ass. This time I didn't even tell him I was going to cum, I just start drilling him and unloaded a second volley of jizz up his ass. I pulled out and sucked him off again, getting another nice load in my mouth. Afterward during a light cuddle sesh, he admitted that he was a goody two-shoes all through school and was tired of it. He had only been with one guy in high school and I was his first bareback fuck. I was surprised and also extremely horny again. I rolled him over onto his stomach and again entered that tight ass. This time I fucked him hard and long, I tried to pull out and shoot on his back because my third cum is sometimes my biggest, but I shot half of my load just inside his hole and the other half all the way up his back. We had several more hookups after that and it was all very hot.

PART THREE - PHASE 2 They actually all left to get that drink, probably to the dive bar around the corner, and I could have just taken off and no longer subject myself to this assault. However, I was too exhausted and literally passed out as soon as I heard the front door shut. I woke up (I don’t know how long I’d been asleep) at the sound of the front door slamming. In HE walked, but he wasn’t with anyone. “Good, you’re still awake,” he commented, sitting down beside me on the bed and giving my ass a squeeze. “I wasn’t,” I murmured, blinking my eyes to clear things. “Let’s get that plug out of that pig hole. I need back in,” he said, standing and removing his clothes again and then the plug. My ass made a loud sucking sound as it released it’s hold of the plug, and then he dove into my upturned hole, nearly all the way on the first stroke. “I fuckin’ love using this ass. Who knew trying to make the rent would end up-” “If you need money-” I began. “Nope. Got it covered. Well, you’ll pay, just in your own way,” he told me slyly. As he got into a good rhythm, I forgot all about everything else and just enjoyed the deep pounding my ass was receiving from the beefy stud. At that point, I didn’t care what diseases his balls would infect me with. He was just too sexy, and his dick felt too good, to care. There is a point you pass when you've been fucked so often that nothing else matters, nothing of your 'normal' life. You might have a respectable job, pillar of the community, all of that bullshit. But when you reach the point of total cumdump slut, to hell with all of it. You find yourself living for the feel of another dick in your pig hole, and as many loads as you can get crammed up in there. “Oh, fuck, man, give me another load. I love your nut in me,” I moaned. “Pig bitch whore likes killer cum,” he laughed. “Good thing, you already took a lot of it. And you’re going to get more,” he grunted, thrusting harder and increasing the pace. Another few frantic moments and I felt his balls draining in my ass as he growled through gritted teeth. He was like an animal and I loved it. “Now that we got you warmed up again,” he began, sliding his still hard cock from my hole, “that ass is going to pay my rent.” Huh? My ass is what? He saw the puzzled look on my face and roared with laughter. “Last time your ass payed for kneeing me in the balls. This time your ass is paying for being stupid enough to come back for more of my toxic seed. You got to be one fucked up dude to come back for more.” Even though he was insulting me, staring up and him all I could think was how hot he is. “You’re hot. Can’t blame a guy for liking what he sees,” I told him bluntly. He was kind of a mess, obviously, and living in a sty, but he was sexy nonetheless. “Well good for me, then. Now about that ass. While I was over at the bar I told everyone there that I had a cumwhore available to take loads. Twenty bucks a pop.” Jesus, he’s pimping me out. I’m nothing but a cheap (clearly -$20! My ass should be at least worth $100!!) whore. Just then there was a knock at the door. He pulled on a pair of shorts that made both crotch and ass look fucking delicious, and then turned to me as he reached the doorway. “Get up and follow me to the living room. I don’t want these strange fucks doing you in my bed. And don’t let any of that cum in you leak out,” he ordered. I did my best to squeeze my ass closed before carefully getting to my feet and heading into the living room. HE was already waiting with a really ugly big guy. He wasn’t a wall of beefy muscle stud like HE was. No, this guy was just big, might have been muscular at some stage in life. But now he had a round middle along with the barrel chest. He did have a very obvious large bulge in the crotch of his leather pants. Fuck me, leather pants have always done something to me. I don’t know what it is, as soon as I see a man in leather, any man, no matter his body, age, or looks, I get a hunger. Top that with an impressive crotch bulge -what’s a whore to do? Immediately my mouth started watering. This is going to be good . . . The big leather man noticed my eyes transfixed on his crotch and laughed. “Your pig likes my bulge, I think,” he told HIM. “Well, get on it, bitch,” he ordered me. I immediately dropped to my knees and stuck my nose right in that crotch and gave a good hard sniff. I was no longer in control of my actions, my body and my need had taken over. As I sniffed him, my tongue involuntarily slipped from my mouth and began licking his leather bulge. He alternated between laughing at my zeal and grunting from pleasure. His bulge kept growing from my attention, and I was now licking the full length of his hard cock through his leather pants. What a fucking rush! After a while he shoved my face away and began undoing his pants. As much as I was enticed by his leather, I had developed a hunger for his meat, too. He pulled out a choice looking 8 incher which I immediately dove down on. I had always considered myself a very poor cock sucker, and it had never been something I craved or looked forward to. Not like I craved cock in my ass. But ever since HE had turned me out that first night, my body was for everything sexual, no matter the hole. I was only allowed to suck for a few minutes and then HE told us to get to fucking, that I had other customers to satisfy soon. The big man grabbed me under my arms and hefted me up, then tossed me onto my knees on the sofa, my ass to him. With no ceremony at all, he buried his beautiful cock up my behind. This was my new purpose, I knew it now. And I reveled in it, sighing a satisfied sigh as he bottomed out in me. Then I began to ride him as he pounded me. We were moving in perfect sync and it was a great fuck. “He poz?” my fucker asked HIM. “Working on it,” HE replied. “Well, he’s gonna get some good viral seed from me soon enough. I assume you gave him yours, too.” “I did,” HE confirmed. “And the bunch you came with into the bar?” my fucker asked. “All poz. A few are full-blown, too. Hell, everyone at the bar tonight is poz, so he’s going to be one toxic fucking mess. His body will be overwhelmed with all of the mixing viral strains. Might even create a new superbug in him,” HE said proudly. I should have been terrified at the prospect, but I was just feeling too damn good, and I continued to slam my ass back hard onto that hard 8 inch dick. Just as he began to blast my hole full of his poison cum, I heard a knock on the door. HE disappeared for a minute, and then returned with two rather skinny looking guys. Cute, but they’d obviously done their share of partying over the years, plus they had that wasting look. My current fucker continued to drain his balls into me and then quickly yanked out, slapped my ass and thanked me, then left. HE came up to me and turned my head to look him in the eyes. “These two have high viral loads, unmedicated, med-resistant, and full-blown AIDS. They’re not just going to fuck you. They’re doing to double-dick you.” My eyes grew wide because I knew he was talking about double penetration. I’d never tried that before, but my ass had been stretched and abused enough by now that I was fairly certain I could take it. Especially once I saw the two guys strip. Their cocks were not huge, but on the healthy side of average. I couldn’t help but think how strange it was to think that -the only healthy looking thing on either of them was their cocks. And those cocks fired toxic venom. There really wasn’t any conversation, either. The two men lay down on the floor, moving their crotches as close together as possible. Both cocks were fairly straight, so they actually stood up nicely together -they looked like on big dick. By now I was excited for the challenge. Something happens when you get a load or two of cum up your ass. You automatically NEED more. Doesn’t matter who they come from as long as you get them up your greedy pig hole. I straddled the two men and slowly lowered myself onto their meat. My hole was good and sloppy, and gaping, so I managed to get about half way down before I felt like they weren’t going to fit. HE didn’t miss a beat, and came over, legs on either side of the guy I was facing, and stuck his hard cock into my mouth while simultaneously pushing down on my shoulders, forcing my hole to stretch open. Without all of that cum in me, it would not have happened. However, I was nice and slick now, and somehow they managed to get further into me. Yes, I felt my hole stretching and it hurt a little, but I was so wet back there it just felt too good to care. It took me at least five minutes to get then as far as they could reach, and my thighs were in agony. At least with that depth of penetration I could rest on my knees for a minute. Once I’d had a bit of a rest, HE grabbed me under the arms and lifted me a little, only to lower me down again. He was going to fuck me on them. Gradually it sped up until my hole was loose around the two cocks inside me. It was a little awkward doing this on the floor, but I rode them as well as I could. There would have been a little more flexibility on a bed, but we managed. And the guys did their part trying to thrust up into me while I balanced and rode them. The first words they spoke came when the one my back was to announced he was seconds away from breeding me. His buddy quickly said that he was too. With that kind of incentive, I did my very best to bounce on those dicks, while HE helped me out by lifting and dropping my full weight onto them. A couple of deep plunges like that was all it took and both men began to moan as their dicks throbbed inside of me. Not the best position to be in for breeding, their cum spewed from their cocks but ran down the length of their shafts, over their draining balls, and pooling on the floor. After another minute HE lifted me completely off of them and by now I was so open that cum and blood was just freely running down the backs of my legs. Not a lot of blood again, so I didn’t worry. But it did remind me that there was no way their viruses had avoided my bloodstream. They quickly dressed and left, not even a thank-you to me or HIM, and I had a moment to catch my breath. He surprised me by coming to me and kissing me hard like he does, and then he noticed the pool of cum on the floor. “Someone needs to clean that up,” he mentioned, his hand was on the back of my neck and pushing my head down towards the floor. Despite the fact that the floor looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in ages, I fell to my knees and licked, slurped and sucked for all I was worth until I had a belly full of toxic cum. He enjoyed watching this aspect of my hunger, chuckling a bit at my hunger for the cum, but mostly I think it turned him on. When I stood back up, his dick was totally hard in his shorts. I didn’t even wait to be told. I tugged his shorts down enough to free his throbbing meat, and then spun around and crammed that gorgeous dick all the way in me. Fuck, I love his cock. Maybe because he was the one who broke me in, but his meat filled me perfectly. This time he let me take the lead while he just stood there and enjoyed my ass riding him. There was a knock on the door and HE just shouted, “Open!” and remained where he was for me to use him for a change.

A true cum dump indiscriminately takes loads from any guy. I'm a hot guy with a great body and a great ass. I feel great about giving less-than-average guys ass they normally wouldn't get, and they show their appreciation in the way they fuck me and I am usually rewarded by not only getting some good dick, I also usually get another load in my hole. My norm is to get on all fours in my room at the bathhouse, my ass facing the open door way, and half the time don't even look back to see who is breeding me. I used to tell the few guys who will only fuck with a condom, "No thanks," but I've gotten to the point where I let those guys fuck me, but before they leave my room I make sure they dispose of the cum-filled condom by dropping it in the trashcan in my room, then, after they leave, I extract the cum out of the condom and push it into my hole. That turns me on too,because unknowingly the guy who fucked me safe still ended up breeding me in the end. Being a cum dump is not sex addiction, it's pure animalistic sexual pleasure. Take the societal moral judgment and brainwashing out of it and you'll quickly see what a great service you are providing to your fellow man and the immense enjoyment being a cum dump brings. Being a cum dump takes talent. It's not just taking dick, it's how you take dick. Tops won't readily repeat if you aren't a good bottom. It's no different than any talent you are born with. It's in my DNA. It's as much a part of me as are my blue eyes. It's the reason I cannot ever be in a monogamous relationship. I need all sizes of dick and all the different experiences that come with being fucked and breeded by multitudes of men. You can't get that from one man or even a few men. Just like we don't eat one type of food for every meal of every day, wear the same clothes everyday, or watch the same TV show everyday, our human nature is that we crave variety in everything. Variety is truly the spice of life. Anyone of an objective mind would have to agree. Guys who frequent the bathhouse on weekends know that I am a guaranteed cum dump they can use whenever they see me. That brings them comfort in knowing they have a guaranteed hot hole to breed. Sometimes as soon as they see me again, they immediately come to my room. Other times, they seek variety and default to me for their second or third load. Either way, I'm good. Establishing such a reputation at the bath house as a resident cum dump guarantees me a minimum number of tops who I can count on to breed me. You never know what each stay will bring. One recent night seemed very slow and then around 4:00 AM there was a rush of guys who bred me back-to-back, so I ended up getting six loads in the course of an hour. I never leave before my time expires, because every minute that remains is potentially another opportunity for a load.

I love being bred by men that are ugly/unattractive. My pig hole craves their loads even though I don't even want the men. Looking to chat with other men who are into this same thing. OINK

PART 1 Of all the fucking days to have an appointment with my ID doctor, I had unluckily scheduled myself on a day that snow was coming down like crazy. I knew it would be even worse going home which pissed me even more. By the time I got to his office, the snow was really piled up and the parking lot was almost empty. I had 5 minutes to make my 4:00 appointment on time. I hurried as fast as I could. By the time I reached his office on the third floor, I had removed my scarf, toboggan, gloves, and winter coat. I was about to check-in when the receptionist appeared and said that all appointments had been cancelled. About that time, a voice in the hall began talking and telling the receptionist to leave now and forget about closing up that he would do it. The voice I recognized as my doctor who now rounded the corner and came into the receptionist’s area. “Don’t tell me you didn’t get the word?” he said when he saw me. Then, to his receptionist, “Go; now. I’ll take care of everything.” With that, the receptionist grabbed her belongings and took off for the door. My doctor began shutting down the office equipment as he told me to come on back and go in room one. In a few minutes, he came in the room and settled on his stool. We chatted about what had been happening since I had seen him last which was nothing of any medical note. He reviewed his notes on the computer making small talk and asking what I thought were silly questions. Then, much to my surprise and somewhat consternation he said he wanted to do a short physical exam because he had not done one in the last year. He handed me a paper gown and told me to strip to my underwear and left the room. He returned as I finished. He had me to sit on the table and began a slow exam of every crevice, surface, and orifice that I had. It was unlike his previous annual exams. After about five minutes, he began asking questions about my current sex life. I told him I was active. He stopped and looked me in the eyes and asked if I practiced safer sex. I looked at him and said that I did not and smiled. He shook his head and went on with his exam and questions. “Do you know your sexual partners?” he asked. “Usually, I do not,” I said blandly. “Yet, you allow them to discharge their semen in your rectal cavity,” he said. “Yes,” I said. “How can you do that knowing that is what caused you to be my patient?” he asked without a reproach in his voice. He really wanted to know. “Because having a dick repeatedly shoved in and out of my ass and hearing and feeling a man shooting his cum load in me is the greatest physical sensation that there is for a bottom gay man as I am,” I replied without blinking an eye. “Despite the propaganda, condoms do not afford the same feeling. And, from what I’ve heard tops say, it’s the same for them.” He continued on with his exam and other questions about my sex life such as how many partners, where I met them, where did we have sex, and so on. I realized at some point that his exam was different now. His hands were touching me on various parts of my body. They were innocuous but definitely not clinical either. And, then he announced that he was almost finished, but, he wanted to do a digital exam. As I had stepped down from the table and began to face it, I made a swift glance at my doctor and thought I detected a tent but couldn’t be absolutely sure. I assumed the position which allowed my gown to open in the back exposing my ass. In my mind I was chuckling as I don’t wear underwear and he had to have already noticed that I had on a favourite jock strap of mine. But, he said nothing. I felt the KY Jelly being applied and finally an index finger slowly being inserted in my ass. I suppose out of reflex I spread my feet a couple of inches further apart and bent my knees. I felt the digit rubbing all around inside me. It took a while but finally he began to touch my prostate. Slowly he rubbed it in different directions. He continued rubbing it slowly. I could stand it no longer and let out a gentle moan as my sphincter gave a snap closed impulse. He removed his finger but told me to stay where I was. I was a little uncomfortable now from embarrassment as I knew that my dick had been leaking pre-cum into the pouch. More KY was applied to my ass. I then felt two fingers being inserted. I knew this was not kosher but said nothing. The two fingers slowly entered my ass and pushed on until my prostate was found. A hand gently now rested on the small of my back as my prostate was stroked repeatedly. Again, I moaned as my dick stiffened as it leaked more pre-cum into my pouch. My sphincter reflexively grabbed the two fingers and tightened around them. A light sweat had broken out all over my body. Dr. Scholtz had been treating me now for four years. Never had this scenario ever entered my mind. He was my ID physician and physicians don’t get involved with their patients. They especially don’t get involved with their HIV infected patients. It’s just not done. But, here we were with me bent over the exam table, and he had two fingers up my ass massaging my prostate. I flashed back to when I had first met him. I was struck at how handsome he was but actually more than just handsome—he was fucking hot looking. I chastened myself for my lascivious thoughts. But, his 6 foot 2 inches, 190 pounds, dark features, and dark hair everywhere I could see on his body struck me as really someone with whom I could turn my back on so he could have better access to my ass. He was so damn sexy and sensual but in all these years I had held myself in check keeping everything on a professional. Now, he had two fingers in my ass. I moaned louder as his fingers stroked my prostate in unison. My body shivered as my head began a slow left and right roll. I shifted my stance as the fingers began to withdraw to the opening. As soon as they were there, back inside me they went. I gasped. I felt his fingers go as far inside as they could and once more began to be withdrawn. Ten, twelve, fifteen times Dr. Scholtz inserted and withdrew his fingers from my ass. With each insertion, he always stroked my prostate; I always moaned. Then, he began inserting and withdrawing his fingers faster until soon he was without a doubt finger fucking me. This definitely was not a digital exam. I tried holding myself still but just could not do so. My body was so used to this feeling. It wasn’t a dick but I was being fucked nevertheless. Soon, he was slamming his fingers deep inside me hard and fast. My prostate felt every insertion. “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed and continued screaming as my balls blasted out their contents soaking my pouch so completely that some of my cum dripped down onto the floor. Dr. Scholtz pushed down on my back with his hand as he stroked my prostate with the two fingers on his other hand until I stopped screaming and began slowing my ejaculation. As the last of my cum load seeped out of my piss slit, I felt the fingers being withdrawn from my ass. When they had been completely withdrawn and the hand on the small of my back removed, I stood up and turned around facing my doctor. His face was ashen. I looked at his crotch and saw such a tent. I looked back into his eyes and knelt immediately in front of him. He moved backwards stopping only when he backed up to the counter top. I moved with him as my hands reached out to his pants unzipping them, unbuckling his belt, unsnapping his pants, and pushed his pants and boxers downward. He had made no effort to stop me. His uncut dick swung upwards as his boxers cleared his dick. Without hesitating, I opened my mouth and swallowed his uncut swollen dick. His piss slit hit the back of my throat. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him tightly. I began sucking his dick calling on all the skill and tricks of the trade that I had. I slathered his dick with spit as I did a whirlwind job of getting his obviously hard dick even harder. It was his turn now to moan and jerk and shiver and that is exactly what he did as my mouth and tongue gave him what I am sure was his very first blow job by a gay man—an HIV positive gay man. In no time at all, my doctor was screaming as he held my head between his hands as his uncut 9 inches sprayed my throat with the first salvo of his cum load. Several minutes passed as the two of us enjoyed what was happening. He had a very sweet tasty cum. I relished every drop and swallowed every bit. With the last of his cum slowly oozing out of his piss slit, I began washing his dick with my tongue cleaning him as best as I could. I slid backwards off his dick which was still slightly hard. I made sure to clean under the foreskin. I stood up slowly, and we looked at each other both sweat soaked. What could be said at a time like this? Need anything be said? Time passed into awkward silence. PART 2 Dr. Scholtz spoke slowly and quietly as he avoided eye contact as much as possible. “That should not have happened. I take full responsibility. I have many patients but ever since you came to my practice I have not been able to put you in a patient-only position. I’m not gay, and I’m not bisexual. I don’t know what came over me. I am very sorry for what I did to you.” It was obvious that he now was embarrassed and racked with guilt. “Well, doc, now you know how I get myself into trysts without even trying. I’ve always seen you as my physician but also I’ve seen you very clearly as one helluva hot looking man,” I responded with blunt frankness. “I don’t regret anything that happened. So, don’t you be.” “You need to get dressed. We both need to get out of here,” he said and walked to the window. “Oh, no. It looks like we aren’t going to go anywhere. You get dressed. I’ve got to make a call. When you’re dressed, if you need to make a call, come out to the receptionist’s desk.” Dr. S left the room, and I got dressed. I had no one to call, but I was going to have a very slow trip back home as I now viewed how much snow had fallen as I looked out the window. There was at least a foot and a half on the ground and still more coming down. I went out to the receptionist’s desk hearing Dr. S say good-bye and hang up the phone. He turned to me and told me that the city was in shut down and that the major roads were becoming impassable. He told me he was going to walk to the Marriott about a mile away and get a room. He suggested that I do the same and wait for the storm to end and the roads to be cleared. I considered the suggestion and realized it was my best option. We left immediately. As the two of us walked inside the lobby at the Marriott, our numb limbs and faces had about reached their maximum punishment. The warmth felt so good. We dusted off the snow and loosened our coats. We walked up to the front desk and asked for two rooms but were informed that with the storm everyone from the interstate and expressway had preceded us. The only room left was a small room with a double bed. Nothing else was available. We looked at each other. I could not make the call, and it took Dr. S a few seconds to turn back to the manager and tell him that was fine; we’d take it. We registered, got the key card, and headed up to the fifth floor. The room was small. In fact, it really looked as if there had been a small left over space on the floor where someone came up with the idea of making just one more room. For me, it was heaven sent. At least I would not be curled up inside my car stuck on the expressway with no food, water, or blankets. I didn’t know and didn’t ask what Dr. S thought of the room. I suspected but he kept his thoughts to himself. I felt a tension from my physician which I considered realistic. I never approached him and tried to make everything to be as casual as possible. We ended up going to the dining room and having supper followed by a stop at the main bar. We each nursed a drink and talked casually as much as we could though numerous times there were awkward silences. Dr. S looked at his watch and said he was tired and wanted to go back to the room which we did. He called his wife and told her that he was at the Marriott and gave her the room number. I mentally noted that he never mentioned that he was sharing the room. We settled in and watched some programs on the TV. At 10:30, Dr. S said he was tired and was going to bed. I told him I was ready as well. I slipped off my shoes and socks, then, stood up taking off my shirt and pants. For modesty of some sort, I kept on my jock strap. I neatly put everything on or by the chair, walked to the right side of the bed, tossed back the covers, and slipped into bed. Dr. S began to undress slowly finally climbing into bed. He had left on his boxers and wife beater. We turned out the lights and settled in to sleep. I sharply woke up but not knowing why. I lay very still on my back and kept my breathing slow and shallow. At long last, I felt an ever so light touch on my hip. At first, a single finger traced down from the strap of my jock until it reached the bottom of my buttock. On the upward trace, I felt three finger tips making the trip. On reaching my strap once more, I felt the three finger tips follow the strap until it reached the pouch where an entire hand covered the pouch and began slowly and gently massaging the contents. Minutes passed as the hand continued the light massage. It took about a minute for my dick to begin to awaken to the soft massage. When my dick began to grow, I felt a jerky movement of my bed partner moving himself closer to me while trying not to awaken me. Still, I kept the same stance. His presence was noted as the mattress settled downward as his body moved closer to me. His hand soon began a more aggressive massage of my pouch. I thought it was time to move this “handiwork” along; I began a light moaning and sighing as I moved my arms and legs. I resettled myself on my left side. My bed partner held still until he thought that once more I was asleep. He then slowly moved closer settling himself so that his body was touching mine in about three places. Once more I felt his hand on my crotch. I let him again massage my dick for a couple of minutes before moving backwards and up against Paul who froze. We lay there several minutes as my dick grew hard and began to leak pre-cum. “I won’t stop you,” I finally quietly said. We lay there quietly for less than a minute before Paul began working on my crotch once more. He was unmerciful with his hand. I could tell he was getting his hand soaked with my pre-cum as he began to moan a little. His shadow now loomed above me as he tossed the covers off both of us. He moved in between my legs and continued to maul my hard dick and balls. Through the little light, I could see his face full of determination yet angst. Then, he grabbed my balls and dick and held them tightly with a look of panicked delight on his face. I let him suffer in his new wanton thoughts until I had a small streak of mercy. “Go ahead and do what you need to do. Go ahead and do what you have to do. You know you can’t stop yourself; you can’t stop now because you’ve come too far. You have to know. You have to experience it. It’s been eating at you for a long time. You’ve got the chance now. You know I won’t stop you,” I said quietly but firmly. He hesitated; I growled, “DO IT NOW!” Paul looked at me face-to-face. He released my crotch as I raised my legs upward where they were caught by his hands. He placed them on his shoulders as I raised my hips off the bed. Paul’s underwear was shoved down to his knees releasing his mighty 9-inch uncut dick that curved upwards ever so lightly. He pushed my knees to my chest where I held them. He fumbled with his dick trying to line the head up with my ass hole. He finally found the opening and began pushing. I was determined that I was going to get fucked and never to forget it. I clamped my sphincter tightly refusing to give way. I could hear frustration as Paul pitifully grunted, whined, squealed, and growled as he discovered he was making no progress at shoving his hard dick in me. Despite the darkness, I saw the savagery in his eyes when he finally looked into my eyes. He pulled his face and body upward, hesitated only a mere second or two, then, raised his hand high. He issued an open mouth primordial growl with his nostrils flaring as his hand raced downward slamming against my face jerking my head to the right. His hand made an equally as fast trip back from where it started. Paul grabbed me by my hips and slammed balls-deep into my ass ripping and tearing me in several places. I bit my lips at all the gloriously beautiful pain. Paul began to fuck me with such a wonderful violence the likes of which I had not felt in many years. On and on his dick was buried full length inside me and withdrawn so that only a mere fraction of his fat dickhead was still inside me. With each plunge inside me, I felt his two large orbs slap onto my butt. Paul was now driven by pure lust as he had finally discovered what it felt like to fuck another man in the ass. It was a feeling he now new and would know again. His inner anger controlled until now burst forth with a gusto of energy. I felt teeth sinking into my neck. A growl of deep savagery was sounded at the same time. I winced at the bite as my dick trembled with sheer delight of the physical pain. My dick strained itself and doubled the flow of pre-cum. Paul continued to deep dick my ass as he shifted into overdrive thrusting harder and faster into my ass. He opened his mouth releasing my neck and reared his head upward looking down at me never missing a stroke. He grabbed my hips and began pounding harder and faster still driving himself into a frenzy as sweat began to splatter everywhere around us and on me. “FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD! GIVE ME THAT CUM LOAD OF YOURS!” I growled and spit on his face. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he screamed throwing his head backwards as he plunged deep inside me. I felt his dick swell and shrink a number of times as great globs of his sperm gushed through his urethra and coated my gut. More and more of his cum entered me as I clung to him. Paul finally pulled his deflated dick out of my ass and rolled over onto his side of the bed. I reached down and pulled the cover back up over us saying nothing. Paul, too, said nothing. What more needed to be said? I had already said it, and Paul had complied. No one needed to be remindful. It was what it was. I looked at my watch. It was quarter after one. We both went back to sleep. PART 3 Slowly, my eyes opened. I checked my watch: 3:07. As I nestled myself back into comfort, I heard a deep low voice whisper, “Fuck me.” I turned to look at Paul. His eyes were wide open when I finally could see them. “Fuck me, now. Please. Before I change my mind.” I raised my head a little and looked to be sure. Yes, his eyes were open; he was awake. I turned on the bedside light and looked at Paul again who was now resting on his left elbow. I looked at Paul closely. I finally said, “My rules; my way; no complaints; no stopping. If you try to stop, you will regret it.” I let him mull over what I had said. “Agreed,” he said as he tossed back the covers. He quickly got up pulling off his wife beater and boxers. He hurried to the bath room shutting the door. I began rubbing my dick through my pouch. I finally pulled my jockstrap off and tossed it beside the bed. Minutes passed. The commode was flushed as running water was heard. More minutes passed. At last, the water was turned off and Paul re-entered the bedroom. His dick was rigid in anticipation. When he began to climb on the bed, I held my hand up stopping him. “You need to suck my dick and get it hard; that won’t take long to do. As you suck me, get your ass as wet with spit as you can. You’re going to need as much as possible. It’s going to burn like Hell, and the pain is going to be like no other you’ve ever had. But, the pain will pass within a couple of minutes and eventually become very soothing and pleasurable. You’ll want more,” I cooed to him. “When you think you’ve got enough spit in your ass, straddle me and lower your ass down onto my dick. YOU will fuck yourself; I’m going to lay here. You have total control of how much of my dick you take, when you stop taking it, and when you start taking it. I’m not fucking you; you are fucking yourself using my dick.” Paul knelt between my legs and began sucking my dick as he did his best to lubricate his ass with his spit. He was so inept but made an effort. I relished the thought of the pain he would feel which hardened my dick. Then, removing his mouth from my dick, Paul looked at me, nodded, and scrambled to position himself astride me. It took him several tries to get the right spot. I maintained an enigmatic look. He finally began to settle his virgin straight ass onto my hard pre-cum smeared dick. Slower than a snail in a race with a lame tortoise, Paul forced his sphincter downward spearing the opening with my hard cut 7 ½ inches of meat. After several failed attempts, he raised his body upright, grabbed my dick with his right hand, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and shoved himself downward in a big jerk. Immediately, his eyelids flew open. I heard the beginning of a pained cry that was shut down in four seconds and muted in his throat. A terrified panicked look overtook the pain-racked face that I saw. Twice more Paul made his downward jerks impaling himself further onto my dick. Each body jerk elicited more pain and panic. The fourth jerk found Paul fully impaled on my now very primed dick. I saw and felt his body trembling. I wondered if it was from fear of my status or if it was he finally understood what a bare cock in a man’s ass felt like. Paul sat astride me with a contorted face. His body was swaying as his hands and arms didn’t know what to do to alleviate his pain. I flexed my dick sending more bolts of enjoyment into him. Several minutes passed as he adjusted to the sensations. I continued to flex my dick. By the end of his adjustment time, Paul was swaying still but this time from the pleasure he was feeling. He finally opened his eyes and looked down at me . . . and smiled. He began rocking and rolling around on my dick as he felt it up inside himself. He became almost giddy at the feeling. Then, he placed his hands onto my nipples and began riding me very slowly. He was in control for now. More and more Paul began lifting himself up higher and lowering himself. In short order, he began a much more directed slam back down onto my dick. His pace quickened and quickened again. He grabbed my chest and held tightly as his almost menacing eyes now focused in on mine. His eyes demanded that I give him the final reward that he sought. His growls were animalistic and threatening. His urgency continued to grow as did his lust. I timed myself so that just as Paul bottomed out, I wrestled him around on the bed until he was on his back with his knees over my shoulders and being slammed in his ass by my now fully swollen dick. I began madly pounding his ass driving my dick in every possible direction. Paul was shocked and stunned at how quickly I had changed our position. He did not fully understand what was happening for several moments. By that time, I was in total control repeatedly driving my bloated oozing dick into his hole. More and more I slammed into Paul’s now open and willing if not demanding ass as he moaned and groaned his approval. His eyes were aflame with lust. His mouth partially open seeped the excess spit that he was creating out of lust. His body was coated with massive amounts of sweat as was mine. His hands held onto my waist as best they could pulling me closer into him. His nostrils flared wildly as his breathing was labored from all the exertion. I was now fucking Paul faster and harder than I had ever fucked any man before. I knew I was close and couldn’t figure out what was happening. I had never fucked as hard or as fast as this. I was a quick shooter when I fucked. I just couldn’t get myself over the top. Then, without warning, I smelled it. My nose picked up the unmistaken scent of blood, and I went wild. I slammed my dick into Paul hard grabbing a handful of his hairy chest pulling it upward to my lowering mouth where I bit down on it as I began to scream. Paul yelped. My dick began pumping my balls’ juices into his ass. More and more of my cum poured into Paul who was now whining and whimpering as he realized he was now being filled with my tainted sperm. I know not how long it took for me to finish unloading my cum load. But, I did finally and slowly slid out of Paul’s ass. We settled our sweaty bodies onto the bed. Two days later, the roads were finally all cleared. I went home and cleaned my condo. Paul went home to his wife. It is three years later, and I am no longer a patient at Paul’s practice. He now makes house calls for me. Next year, Paul is monitoring my numbers when I go off my meds. We plan on making his first numbers. And, even more numbers after I’m done with him.

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

1999 I was excited, conflicted and scared to death about buying my first house. My dad always told me that a house was a good investment, but I was having doubts. I depleted my bank accounts, spent hours on the phone and signed my name to countless documents. Apartment living had been so easy -- write a rent check once a month and you're done. It was a small, cute house in very good shape, and I only knew about it from a guy I only sorta knew from work. Tony. He lived next door to the property and knew the owner was an old guy about ready to go into assisted living. He came by my office one morning and told me I should jump on it soon. I did. Once everything was finalized, I realized this would mean living next to Tony. He was okay, I guess. My age, not bad looking, friendly -- but talked all the time. He never shut up. I had lunch with him once and managed to finish my food before he'd even taken a bite. I guess I could handle that after living in apartment building where I had to listen to my neighbors' music and smell their cooking. Only after moving in did I realize I didn't really have much furniture. I moved things all around that day, trying to make the place look like it had not just been robbed. I'd need lots of stuff eventually. I had just finished reassembling my entertainment center when the doorbell ring. My first ring in my new home. Of course it was Tony. I opened the door and saw him standing there with a bottle of gin. "Welcome Wagon! I brought you a house-warming present." "Hi, Tony. Come on in." "You look exhausted, man. Take a break." "I don't even have the TV or stereo hooked up yet. And I don't have anything to mix gin with. Maybe we can do this another time." "Nah. We'll just go sit out on the front porch and sip straight from the bottle. This is the good shit. Bombay." One of the things the original owner left behind was an iron bench that set out on concrete porch. We settled there and watched the quiet street and passed the bottle. My mind was racing with all the things I had to get done in the next three days of vacation I'd taken from work. The thoughts got less immediate with each sip. "Cable's coming tomorrow. I need to be up early or else who knows when I'll have TV or the internet." "I'm not going to keep you up too late, Ray. I don't have vacation tomorrow...unless you want me to." What the fuck did he mean by that? I'd always wondered if Tony was gay, but never bothered finding out. He was always just a pest in my mind. After the sun went down and the bottle emptied, I finally just asked him if he was gay. "Yeah. Are you?" "Probably. I'm not sure." "Not sure??? You're what? 26? Pick a side, dude." Quiet. It was early summer and the crickets were singing up a storm in my new yard. He hugged me goodnight and went back to his place. The summer grew hotter and I was finally settled in. I was adjusting pretty well and loving the quiet nights. There was a big stray cat that I fed each morning, and of course Tony was a frequent visitor as well. We arranged another 'drink on the porch night' and I sat listening to him blather on and on about nothing. "So -- you got your internet hooked up, right?" "Oh yeah, Why?" "Just wondered. What kind of stuff do you look at on the computer?" Nosy motherfucker. "Just stuff." "I look at a lot of porn and kinky stuff." I could have guessed as much. "Did you know there's a whole website catering to guys who want to have unsafe sex with other guys. Some of them WANT to get infected with AIDS and some who want to spread it?" "God. Really?" "Yeah. Check it out sometime. When we finally trade email addresses, I'll send you the link for the website. You are going to give me your email, right?" "Sure. Let me go get some paper and a pen." Under the glow of the yellow bug light, we tore the paper in half and exchanged e-mail addresses. Somewhere around the end of July I started noticing Tony's habits. He always just wore gray shorts, no shirt and was barefoot when he went to take out the trash or work in his yard. He even mowed the lawn barefoot...can you believe that? I expected he'd be toe-less by the end of the summer. Why in the world was I so intent on watching him? He wasn't exactly my type. But I loved looking at his almost naked body. One day I was straightening up my 'office' and found the slip of paper on which Tony had written the website of which he had spoken, so I took a minute to check it out. Everything was scary. I read some of the testimonials about sharing blood and semen unprotected. I was half-disgusted, and also fascinated. I kept reading, looking at pictures and watching videos. Is this what what my neighbor was into? I spent hours on that website. It started entering my dreams. The next time Tony came over to watch the baseball game, I told him I'd finally checked out his recommendation. "Well? Hot, isn't it?" I admitted it was. "Do you fantasize about getting AIDS from a man? Or wait -- do you wish you had AIDS to give somebody like I wish I did?" My instinct was to say nothing but I admitted that I fantasized about 'getting pozzed'. "Cool! This is so perfect, Ray. We can pretend. You know, do some role-play." "Hell no." "Come on. This'll be good for both of us and we'll have the fun while still being safe." With that he dropped his shorts and stood in my living room completely naked from the top of his head down to his dirty toes. "N-NO. We can't. Your my neighbor and...just no." He was, however, hardly so easily dissuaded, which was why he was already jerking his impressive penis as he urged "Come on, Ray, suck my poz cock, buddy." What the hell. I knelt down and took it my mouth. Something had been broken inside of me because I wanted this moment so bad. I couldn't even take half of it, but I kept trying to get more. It was hard to breathe as it entered my throat. He was trembling and thrusting and finally came in my mouth. It was so surprising that I loved it. "Yeah...drink up that poz seed. You're going to lick my ass next." After I swallowed, he turned around and parted his cheeks. I darted forward and kissed his anus. I licked around and around and was on auto-pilot. "Good boy. I'll do this to you tomorrow when I fuck your virgin ass at last. Keep lapping it up." And then it was over. I hadn't even realized that I'd cum at some point. My underwear was full of sticky cum. He left. I tried nor to think of it too seriously. After all, what we did was only 'play'. The next evening, I got home just in time for the sky to open, unleashing a deluge of rain. There was some thunder and harsh winds, but no lightning. I got changed and went and sat on my bench, waiting for Tony. He pulled his little red car in my driveway. He ran up to me, took off his clothes and said,"It's a great storm! Let's go play!" He apparently wanted to go run around in the heavy rain, so against my inclination I found myself peeling off all my clothes except for my jockey briefs and off we went, running though the downpour. I guess it was an impromptu game of tag or something like that. We got to the front of a foreclosed home's lawn when he finally tackled me from behind. I went down into the grass and he started mounting me while I was flat on my stomach. "STOP TONY!!! It hurts too much." "I'm getting you all bloody so my death seed will get in you faster." It was just play. So I relaxed as best as I could. I thought it would go on and on, but he finished up. He dumped his fictional infected sperm right up my ass. We were done for the night, but didn't stop playing the game. For weeks we fucked. My bed, his bed, the backyard. Yeah, I knew it was weird, but I could not get enough of him...shooting his seed into my ass. At one point, after several months of play sessions with Tony, we had to take a break as I came down with a nasty case of the flu. Real bad. Or maybe it was food poisoning. Whatever it was, it was definitely to be remembered. Tony kept coming over to check on me while I lay in bed. He would feel my forehead and bring 7-up. "The game is over, Ray." "You're telling me? I don't feel like playing for a long time." "No. The game was over before you ever joined. I've had HIV for three years. I tricked you and I'm really sorry, seeing you like this. I never got the fuck flu." I couldn't believe it. I'd been having unsafe sex with an HIV+ man for months and thinking it was harmless. "I'll never be able to make it up to you, but I need you to know I did it for both of us. I love you." I recovered just fine. He was fine. We were fine. We became a pair. Sometimes we even played like I was still negative.

“So you think you need to know what happens now, boy? Now that DAD has FINALLY shoved this POZ-ROD deep in your ass! How long have you been dreamin about this night? Three months? Four? All that time you have been sitting at home late at night on-line jerking-off, watching DADDY stroking THIS on the webcam? Craving it like you have NEVER needed or wanted anything in your life? You should have seen the huge smile on your face-pig when that first hot load of POZ exploded in your hungry, bloody ass! Look at you. Kneeling here naked, your hair and beard smelling of spit and sweat and DADDY-piss, your nips hot, raw, pink and swollen so pretty. And you told DADDY you didn’t think you were into nip-play? Guess DADDY is gonna have to spank you again for lying about how much of a fuck-monkey you turned into when DADDY got your ass up in the sling, shoved your dirty jock-strap in your mouth soaked in poppers, and DADDY grabbed those hot pig-boy nips hard; your hairy cub-thighs up on DADDY’s broad shoulders while THE COCK worked its magic on your tight neg boy-hole! So what happens next? DADDY is gonna throw you out in about ten minutes and your gonna drive home to your wife tonight with that new buttplug up your bloody and Poz-injected ass and hope you can get in the door and into the shower before she gets a whiff of the sweat and piss and man-sex all over you, and hope she doesn’t get a look at your beet-red ass and gaping fuck-hole. Then you're gonna crawl into bed, your twitching hole and your sore tits are just gonna turn you on again. You're gonna lay there wide awake, hard as an 18 year old boy, and ask yourself what happened? How in the hell did a perfectly respectable 50 year old married man with two kids end up like this? How the hell did you become a crazy fool for a DADDY-bear’s POZ-cock and wanting only to be his complete slave? Is that what you really are? After taking all this time to build up the courage to face the fact that you are nothing but a cock-hungry pig, only happy when you are on your hands and knees, naked, sore, soaked in man-piss and spit on, licking DADDY’s boots and finally trained to drink my piss. How are you ever gonna go back to your boring, empty, meaningless existence? You haven’t felt this alive since the first time you jerked off at age 14, have you? So now you're gonna go back home and even before you get back to your front door you're gonna wish you had never left. You're gonna lay awake at night and wonder if DADDY’s nasty seed is doing its magic in your blood and turning you into that kinky fuck-pig you know you are, deep down inside, ever since the first day you saw another guy’s cock. By tomorrow you will have sent DADDY four e-mails begging for more! It will seem like forever, but someday soon you are gonna be right back here, naked, soaked in piss and sweat, sore ass and tits and abused cock and balls and you will beg DADDY to train you, use and finish the job of taking away all the doubts and illusions about who you really are. You will be tied up and spanked, taught to suck cock for hours on end, and drink every damn drop of DADDY’s nasty man-piss and not dribble it all over the floor like you did tonight. You will know the pleasure of being just a pair of holes and a body for DADDY's total use. You will finally know what it means to be an owned-slave who exists ONLY to have his body, mind and spirit used for a MASTER’s dark, intense, greedy pleasure. Your tits will be the size of wax beans and your balls will be stretched so far you're gonna be afraid they will fall off. In a few weeks, when the fuck flu finally claims you, that evil fire in your flesh, that sickly fever, burns the last doubts out of you are anything but DADDY’s Poz-pig, you will crawl back for more. More fucking, more abuse, more humiliation and training to keep DADDY happy. That’s what’s gonna happen boy. That’s where you are headed now that DADDY has finally gotten those Poz-loads in your guts to match the infection in your mind, the bug of your complete submission. It’s a little late to ask now if you are ready. It's only a question of if you are finally ready to accept your fate.”

What were some of your first experiences with WS like? Was it planned? Spontaneous? Had you been considering it or was it brand new to you? What did you do or get done to you?

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Matt here. Poz for four years and loving it. Love to chat with piggy raunchy daddy's so feel free to message me!

what's his BBRT screen name? Visiting London soon and may want to look him up? I would also agree that Kai Cruz has always been one of my favorites. He may never BB on screen but in my mind he takes raw dick off screen. Also, not sure who the guy is, but I do like seeing the guy in the red sweat jacket get fucked. On Xtube he is younghungbrit. He can be a bit spastic at times, but he does look like he enjoys throwing those legs up and getting some cock.

Somewhere around the age of 4 or 5. I was looking through a "National Geographic" and saw a human skull. It was a photograph and it horrified me. I slept on the floor of my parents' room for four nights in a row after that. Of course my older brother would tease me by clipping pictures of skulls or skeletons anywhere he could and hiding them around my room. I didn't know if caused such an extreme terror in me, but I think it was the teeth. The smile. The dead a smile that said "I have a secret" or "You're going to be just like me eventually". It was a grin that was barely holding back a laugh. I gradually toughened up a little (having a big brother will do that to you), and could at least see a skull without crying. The phobia stayed with me, though. Every time someone smiles at me and I see bare teeth, I visualize their skull beneath. I ended up making friends with unhappy, frowning kids as I grew up. A wide, bright smile repulsed me on a base level. I even became an accounting major because they seemed like safe, joyless students to be around. 1996 I was working for an investment firm in a fairly large city. I was 24 and basically happy to be on my own. I had a group of pals who were all pretty glum except for Whit. Whit was a joker who I just couldn't rid of. He loved pranks and telling jokes and didn't even seem to mind that I wouldn't look him in the face. He was a new guy at the firm just like me and we just wound up as friends despite everything I tried to avoid it. He's the first person who ever asked me if I was gay. "What? Why would you ask that?" "Just a feeling I get around you. It's OK with me if you are. I know several gay people". Not long after that conversation, I was scheduled to get a check-up for my insurance company. I was physically fine, but the doctor recommended I see somebody about my depression. "Why?" "From what I've seen, you exhibit many symptoms. You keep your eyes on the floor, will barely open your mouth when you speak and seem a bit detached from the world around you". "I'm not depressed and I'm not going to see some therapist or psychologist or whatever". He wrote something on a small card. "Either go see this lady or I'll make a notation on your file. I don't enjoy making threats, but what's going on with you is beyond just shyness". I took the card and got up to leave. "You have two weeks to make an appointment". When I got back to my car I realized I had no idea what the man I'd just talked to even looked like. I knew he had brown hair, but that's about it. Maybe I did need some help. I imagine being endlessly withdrawn is as exhausting as being endlessly outgoing. I was tired. And lonely. When I got to Dr. Kern's office, I made an effort to look at her. She was a small, older lady with long graying hair tied back in a braid. She smiled. I could do this. I had to. "Gene?" "Yes. Hello. I'm a little early". "No problem. I've had two cancellations today and have been wishing I'd remembered to bring a paperback with me". "What do I do? Sit? Lay down?" "Whatever you want. Just be comfortable". We talked. And talked and talked. Twice a week. We discussed everything -- even my childhood fear of skulls and my teasing brother. "Most little kids fear death because they don't, can't fully understand it. It's common. My daughter was traumatized by a stuffed owl at a museum. She knew it was dead, but yet somehow wasn't. Most of us go through this and get over it, but it seems as though you still haven't. You're still so afraid of death that you haven't lived". That hit home. We "processed" a lot of things over the next few months. She prescribed a pill I took every morning, and gradually I started to change. Smiles didn't bother me and looking at people's faces got easier and easier. Even my upbeat friend Whit didn't bother me anymore. He's the one who finally told me I needed to get laid. "Regular sex is a great mood stabilizer. Trust me on that one". "Yeah, but I'm gay. You figured it out just before I did. It's not exactly a great time to be having gay sex". "That's what condoms are for, Gene. I always wrap it up because I don't want to be a dad anytime soon". He's the one who suggested I go to a gay bar, and even agreed to go with me the first time. I kept postponing that, but we eventually to a place called "Edges". It wasn't anything like I imagined it would be. It looked normal except for the lack of females. He invited his gay friend, Kirby to meet us there. We sat at a table and shared a big pitcher of beer. I actually felt casual and relaxed. Somehow I even managed to crack or joke or two. And smile. And laugh. When Whit to the bathroom, I asked Kirby what other bars he liked to go to. He rattled off a few names of places. "This neighborhood is full of them. Some get a little raunchy at night, but I've always enjoyed a little sleaze. What about you? You ever get sleazy?" "Ah. No. I'm just now learning how to come out of my shell". "Well, Welcome out! You'll be fine...cute young thing like you". Condom. The word suddenly flashed in my brain. After another hour, we called it a night. I told Dr. Kerns about the experience and she was happy, but warned me about bars. "People with histories and profiles like yours often have substance abuse issues, Gene. Limit your alcohol intake or you'll destroy the progress we've made". I didn't listen of course. I kept finding myself at different gay bars, drinking. I went to one place near downtown called "Arc" that was a little too loud and a little too dark, but I saw Kirby there. He was surprised to see me. "Are you here alone?" "Yeah. I'm all the way out of my shell now. I'm shell-free!" "Do you know what this is? It's a cruise bar with back rooms. It's practically a bath house...except with no sauna". "Oh. It's pretty popular, though". "For a reason. I have to go pretty soon or I'd stick around and keep an eye on you. Does Whit know you're here?" "No. And don't tell him, OK?" "I won't...as long as you promise to stay up here by the bar and leave before 11. Deal?" "Deal". He gave me a hug and turned to leave. He stopped, dug in his pocket and put a tiny plastic packet in my hand. It was a condom. A stool opened up at the bar and I sat down. I had a few beers and made small talk with the guy next to me. Randy. He was as big as a linebacker, had a shaved head and small, trimmed beard. He kept buying me shots, but I sipped them slowly. "Hasn't anybody ever taught you how to do a shot? You're supposed to just down it in one gulp". So I did and he bought another. And another. And more beers. "What time is it? Is there a clock around here somewhere?" "Why? Are you going to turn into a pumpkin at midnight? You don't look orange yet and it's 12:15" I laughed and told him about what Kirby had said about this place getting dangerous after 11 and how there were backrooms and stuff". "He's just trying to scare you. Look around. Does this look dangerous to you? And there are some rooms back there, but it's mostly just guys talking or making out a little. It's not as loud in the rooms. Finish your beer and I'll give you a quick tour. You're safe with me at your side". That I knew. I guessed him to be at least 6'6" when we stood up from the stools. I followed him to the rear of the bar. He had a small tattoo on the back of his left upper arm. It was a small symbol I'd seen somewhere before. After he opened the door he led me into a barely-lit hallway. There were doors on both sides and it all sorta reminded me of a college dorm at night. He tried the knobs on a few doors, but they were locked. He found an unlocked one and invited me in. I guess I expected chairs or couches or something like that. There was just a padded bench and a little table. The only light came from a red neon sign that said "pleasure" -- only the 'u' and 'r' were out and it just read "please". I had a bad feeling about this...especially when Randy locked the door. "People come here to talk?" "Yeah. Let's sit here and talk a minute, and then we'll go back out to the bar". We sat next to each other. It felt awkward to say the least. He started touching my leg and then my hair. He wasn't talking. "I noticed your tattoo? What is it?" "Oh, that's a long story. I'll tell you later". "It looks fa..." I couldn't finish the sentence because his lips covered mine and we were kissing. Deeply. His tongue has snaking all over the inside of my mouth. as alarmed as I was, I didn't want him to stop. My whole body responded to the kiss. I let myself touch his arms and back. I knew where this was going -- what with the locked door and all. Whit told me I needed to get laid and I guess now it was actually going to happen. I didn't even mind that he had pretty much tricked me into coming back here. He abruptly stopped, stood up and started taking off his clothes. He was then standing there in the red light, completely naked. His penis was as huge as the rest of him and it was pointing straight out in my direction. "Don't just sit there, boy! Take your clothes off!" I did because he demanded it and also because I wanted to. I looked at his hard dick the whole time I stripped and I guess he noticed because he started stroking it and showing it off. Once I was naked, he took the belt out the loops of his discarded jeans. He snapped it and struck my across the front of my neck. Goddamn it hurt!! It fucked up my throat because I couldn't even yell. Just gasping noises came out. "Now lay down!" I lied on my back and suddenly remembered the condom in my pocket. If I'd been able to speak I could have asked him to get it out of my pocket. Too late now, I guess. He whipped me with the belt a few more times...on my stomach and legs. He then used the belt to tie my wrists together tightly. I was helpless at this point. He then sat his bare ass on my face. "Be a good boy and you'll be treated like one. Fuck up and I'll make you pay". I was smothered with his big round butt and couldn't breathe. "Lick that hole, boy". No way. I was not going to put my tongue in someone else's anus. Who in the world do that? He got impatient and squatted down with more pressure. I needed oxygen badly. I had to lick it or I'd suffocate. So I stuck my tongue up there as far as I could. It wasn't as disgusting as I would have thought, but it definitely killed any arousal I had left. He sighed with pleasure and let up the pressure a little. I managed to get a little air and started coughing and choking like someone had held my head underwater. "Oh. Poor baby. Get as much air as you can now because you're going to need it in a second". I was heaving and gasping. He then turned around, straddled my head and started pushing that ridiculous dick of his past my lips and tongue, aiming to plug up my already sore throat. "Dammit! Watch the teeth,boy. You just lost a few points". I gagged and felt vomit gurgling up. Lack of air was once again becoming a problem. The head of that giant dick was lodged in my windpipe. Luckily, he decided to pull out a little and start humping my face up and down. I breathed through my nose when I could. "Good boy. Keep that up and you might get some extra credit". We did this for another minute or two. It felt like my throat was ruined forever now. He stood back up and moved around the bench to spread my legs wide apart. "Ready for the main event?" I tried to talk. I tried to ask him to get the condom out of my jeans. I even motioned with my eyes at the floor. "What?" He looked where I was looking. "No. It's not time to put your clothes on yet". I tried again to talk..."Condom". I managed to gasp. "Are you kidding me, boy? That's how little you trust me? That's going to cost you!" He spit on his hard dick and in a split second, had plunged halfway into me. I was going to die. It hurt so bad and all I could do was make a hissing sound with my mouth. I honestly thought my body would fall apart into two pieces. I guess the good thing is that it didn't hurt more as he moved in further. I had only tears and gasps. He didn't care because he was really into it. He pumped back and forth. That naked penis was going to put sperm inside me. "Your dick isn't hard, boy. This isn't going to end until I see it hard". I was so far from aroused. I could usually get an erection in seconds, but now I didn't think I'd have one again. It pissed him off. He wrapped those giant hands around my throat and started to squeeze. I'd be mute for life. He was all the way inside of me as he bent down to kiss me. He kept pumping and talking dirty to help inspire my dick. "Oh yeah. You're going to get my seed and then I'll own you forever. Yeah. I'm going to get you pregnant tonight. Your life is going to change in a few seconds". He kept up the chatter and it started to work -- on some sick level. He tightened the grip on my neck. My vision blurred a little. I looked at his face. His bald head and wide smile were lit up from the red neon. A grinning skull. I was back to square one. Death was fucking me. The thought of that, the lack of oxygen and the deep pleasure I was feeling caused me not only get hard, but to cum instantly. "Good boy. Here comes your A +". He made mad, quick thrusts and then groaned loudly. It was done. He let his heavy body cover mine for half a minute before taking the belt from around my wrists. He got dressed and told me to do the same. It hurt to walk and move. He gave me a second to steady myself before we exited the little room. Outside in the bar, people were chatting and drinking and laughing like the world hadn't changed. But it had. He went up to the bar and said a few words to the bartender. He came back with a pen and a card. "Write your number down. Your REAL phone number. If it's fake, I'll find you and kill you. Got it?" I did as told. "Your neck will look better in a few days. Just try to keep out of sight until it does. I'll call you next week. I owe you a nice dinner". I went home and stayed in bed for four days. They believed me when I called in sick to work because my voice was so wrecked. Despite everything, I would catch myself smiling all the time now.

For goodness sake, have a little numerical perspective. There are several hundred thousand guys using PrEP, and 4 have contracted HIV. I personally know more than 4 guys who caught it from a broken condom. If we use the most conservative estimate of 100,000 on PrEP that works out to be a 0.004% chance. PrEP is working really well. They are already testing different meds for use as PrEP. There is no crisis here.

And one more thing for interaction, focus on the guy in the room with you, not on getting the next guy. I get that guys want to be all Dawson Fifty Load Weekend, and you're trolling through hundreds of guys to make that happen, and that you may need to interact with them while I am fucking you, but they can wait a minute, you don't need to give them a response in 10seconds, and I shouldn't be ignored while you're cruising for more cock.

LOVE that your dad fucked you man. Also love that you do drugs with him. Would love to be a part of that. Hot hot pics

DAMN HOT STORY!!

love the scorpion tat

yes! me too! NO LOADS REFUSED!

Part 3. After a couple more rounds with our new friends, the weekend ended and they went back to their home city. On their way out, they mentioned they had another friend-couple who were planning on visiting in a few weeks, and maybe we’d like to meet them. I smiled, looking over at Jake, and said, “If they’re anything like you guys, we would LOVE to meet them!” Trusting Andre and Alex understood my implication, they responded, “Yeah, they’re a lot like us. You will like them for sure.” We exchanged contact information (other than the app where we met) and they were on their way. The sex with Jake that night was beyond incredible. Talking about all the fun we’d had, and looking forward to another fun encounter in a few weeks. The next day on my way home from work, I stopped off at the drugstore and picked up a bottle of Aleve, making sure to get the kind that looked an awful lot like the PrEP pills in Jake’s night stand. Getting home before him, I confirmed they looked almost identical, and swapped out the appropriate number, replacing them in the prescription bottle and closing the drawer. Over the next couple weeks, we dutifully took our pills every day, with Jake fucking me at least once a day. The amazing weekend we’d had really reignited things for us in bed, and our sex was never hotter. Every time he unloaded in me though, I would think back to those incredible moments when Andre and Alex had dumped their poz seed into my hole. The memory combined with the expert fucking of my boyfriend would make me cum so hard all over my chest, usually hitting my face and beyond. Mid-week before our new friends were supposed to come visit, I started to come down with a nasty cold. Turned into fever, chills, the works. When I got a text from an unknown number, I was momentarily confused until I remembered I hadn’t heard from them yet, just Andre and Alex. Checking out the message, I saw he introduced himself as Eddie, said A&A had given him my number, wondered if we’d like to meet up this weekend. Then another text came through with a picture - an enormous brown cock, uncut and dripping. My own cock jumped in my sick-bed pajamas, the first time I’d felt even remotely horny in the past couple days. Jake had left his phone on the bed next to me as he went downstairs to fetch me more chicken soup. I looked at his phone and saw texts from the same number, but noticed they hadn’t been sent as a group. He received the same intro text as had I. He also received a pic of Eddie and his husband Bill, a solidly-built white guy in his late 40s - hairy daddy type. I thought it curious until I felt my phone vibrate and saw a new txt come through from Eddie - this one a series of pics, the first showing his muscular back, with a tattoo peeking out over his underwear, then a couple more successively closer, until the last one was a closeup of the biohazard symbol on his upper ass. I was rock hard now, when I heard another text come through for Jake - this one another couple shot of them in a tropical location, all smiles with their sunglasses on, drinking a fruity drink with an umbrella. I was getting the picture now - it was clear A&A had told our new friends the whole story about our adventurous weekend. Eddie and I exchanged this series of text messages. Me: Hey bud, glad to hear from you! A&A said they had some fun friends who we should meet. Our weekend with them a few weeks ago was a special gift to us as a couple - our sex hasn’t been this hot in years. Eddie: I’m glad to hear it! Sounds like A&A really charged up your sex life. Me: I’m actually down with the flu at the moment. Eddie: Oh yeah? That’s no fun. Want us to reschedule? Me: No way. I may be out of commission, but my boyfriend is really looking forward to this. And so am I. I’ll be participating, in my own way. Eddie: Sweet. We get in late Friday, so maybe we can meet up on Saturday? Me: Perfect. You have our address. We’ll be here. When Jake returned with my dinner, I had already saved and deleted the extra pics Eddie had sent me, so when we compared text conversations, they looked mostly the same. I told him they’d be over on Saturday. Jake was concerned about me being sick, but I told him there was no way I’d let my little illness get in the way of this happening. After the last time, our sex life was undeniably better, and I wanted another jolt of that whether I could actively participate or not. Jake reluctantly agreed, and then got much more excited when he checked his phone and saw the pics they’d sent. By the time Saturday rolled around, I had worked Jake into a frenzy of anticipation. Some jerking off was all I could muster in my weakened state - this was the worst flu I’d ever had - and we had several hot sessions stroking our dicks as we looked at the cock pics Eddie and Bill kept sending. Jake is versatile, but knowing my ass was off limits, he realized it was up to him to satisfy these studs, and I assured him he was more than up to the task. He couldn’t deny he was looking forward to being a little bottom slut for our new friends in their short time here. When the doorbell rang, I was laying in bed reading through the text string Eddie and I had had on the app he recommended I download so we could communicate discreetly. We’d had multiple long exchanges over the past few days, and I shared with him what I had been up to with Jake’s PrEP. We came up with a plan - Eddie and Bill were happy to help Jake and me continue on the journey we started that weekend with Alex and Andre. As I heard introductions being made in the other room, I quickly retrieved full condom from my bedside table - the only load I could muster in the past couple days I had deposited in a rubber for today’s festivities - and put it under the bed. I also laid out two unopened rubbers and Jake’s little blue pill on his nightstand. I was back under the covers by the time the door opened and Jake peeked in to see if I was awake. I closed out the last few pics Eddie had sent me - a cum-stained piece of paper with HIV test results - and smiled and invited them in. Eddie entered the room and I literally gasped - his pictures truly did not do him justice. Tall, dark, and handsome didn’t begin to describe his magnetic good looks - he was a Latin god, with a smile that made you feel like you’d just made a new friend. His husband Bill followed, no slouch in the looks department, just a different beast entirely. Jake made the introductions and they both expressed disappointment that I wasn’t feeling well. I told them I was doing OK, and was really happy they were here - Jake and I were SO looking forward to their visit. And with that, I thought we might as well get down to it - we all knew what was on the agenda, so why bother with the formalities? I threw off the covers and moved over to Eddie, giving him a nice long grope before tugging at his tight t-shirt, lifting it off over his head revealing a chiseled chest with just a light dusting of fur. I growled as I undid his jeans and struggled to slide them over his muscled bubble ass. He was wearing a pair of light blue briefs, the fabric straining to contain what he was packing. I pointed him to the bed, where he lay down and watched as I repeated the process on Bill. The husbands now lay side by side in our bed in just their undies, as I gave Jake a meaningful smile and a wink and nodded toward them. He jumped on the bed and immediately fished Bill’s cock out of his briefs, taking it into his mouth. Eddie whipped his out, and Jake reached over and started jerking him as he sucked on Bill. I grabbed my stiffening cock as I watched my boyfriend eagerly service the cocks of two strangers he barely knew. Before things progressed too far, I grabbed the pill off the nightstand and pulled Jake’s mouth off Eddie’s cock - he had been going back and forth between the two enormous bones. I held up the pill and explained the ritual to our visitors, as if I hadn’t already explained it all in my texts. “As part of our agreement to play with others, we went on PrEP and we always use condoms. Because I’m not feeling up to it, the pleasure of playing with you two is all Jake’s.” With that, he stuck out his tongue and I put the pill on it. He swallowed it down, smiled at me, mouthing the words ‘I love you so much’ before leaning in and kissing me passionately. He then went back to sucking the two huge cocks before him as I sat in the chair opposite them and started stroking. I grabbed my phone and started documenting the scene - my boyfriend in a pair of jock briefs, his ass up in the air as he alternated sucking each cock in front of him. Eddie and Bill making out, smiling for the camera, winking at me as my boyfriend serviced them. I don’t ever remember being so turned on before. After a few minutes, Eddie moved behind Jake and parted his muscular cheeks, burying his tongue in my boyfriend’s hole. Jake moaned on Bill’s cock and ground his ass back against Eddie’s face, begging him to tongue him deeper. My boyfriend was being such a slut, which made me so damn horny. Jake reached over for one of the condoms and handed it back to me. I held it up to Eddie’s mouth and watched as he tore off a corner with his teeth. I pulled it out and took my time rolling it down over his enormous cock. I smiled at him and he went back to where he’d been earlier, next to his husband on the bed. Snagging another condom, I rolled it only Bill’s cock as I suggested to Jake “I think you should take turns riding them, babe.” Smiling at my suggestion, Jake smiled as he straddled Eddie and slid down onto his cock. I had the perfect view of my boyfriend’s hole stretching as he moaned and slid down on the big brown laytex-sheathed cock. Meanwhile, I stroked Bill, smiling as Eddie bottomed out in Jake’s hole - balls deep. Jake started moving up and down, getting used to being stuffed full. After riding him for a while, he stood up and moved over to Bill, squatting over his big dick as I pointed it straight upward, guiding it into my boyfriend’s loosened hole. He slid down easily and whimpered a bit as he took it to the hilt. I gave Jake’s dick a little squeeze as I shifted up and lay next to Eddie, who reached out and started stroking my cock as we watched our partners fuck. After we enjoyed the sights for a minute or so, Eddie leaned over, whispering for my benefit “I’m gonna dump my poz nut in your boyfriend’s hole, you evil little slut.” My dick involuntarily pulsated in his fist. I looked in his eyes, winked and nodded with a smile, as he got up to move behind Jake, who was still being pummeled by Bill. I followed, and wrapped my fist around Eddie’s huge cock, still in its intact condom. While Bill pulled Jake in for a kiss, I reached down with my fingernail and pierced the tip of the rubber, then gently pulled at the hole until it was about the size of a dime. I proceeded to stroke Eddie’s cock and pull down on the condom, watching as his beautiful brown dick head pressed against the hole, stretching the latex further and further until it emerged completely, the broken rubber still wrapped around his shaft. Eddie reached down and grabbed Jake’s hips, lifting him off Bill and pulling him back toward the middle of the bed. With one hand he guided Jake’s head to Bill’s balls as his partner stroked his shaft, and with the other, he fingered Jake’s now well-used hole, first one, then two, then three. He became increasingly aggressive with his fingering, and I noticed Jake twitch and jump a few times as his bowels were being scratched and his hole stretched even more. I guided Eddie’s bare cock head to my boyfriend’s hole as he pulled his fingers out, slightly tinged in pink slime. I watched as Eddie moved his weight forward and entered Jake in one long, slow stroke until just the base of the rubber was visible around his thick shaft at his pubes. Bill stroked with one hand and held Jake’s head on his balls as he winked at Eddie and me, as Eddie began to thrust. Every time he pulled out, I could see more of the rubber had shredded around his shaft and it was mostly just bare brown cock moving in and out of Jake’s hole. That sight, and the knowledge of what we were all doing, made Eddie realize he wasn’t going to last long. I saw Jake reach back at one point and touch the base of Eddie’s cock, and feeling the condom still there, returned his attention to Bill’s balls, even licking down into his hairy crack to tongue his hole. Jake was obviously feeling really slutty and horny, as he was moaning and pushing back on Eddie, likely squeezing around that huge dong pounding his hole. Eddie started breathing increasingly heavily as I pinched his nipples and ran my fingers down his lower back to his ass, tracing the biohazard tattoo on his cheeks as he thrust harder and deeper. The tell-tale signs increased and soon Eddie was growling, “I’m gonna nut!” I pushed on his ass, encouraging him as I muttered “Do, it man, go balls deep!” Grunting and he moaned a long “Fuuuuuuck!” holding still as he shot his load into my boyfriend’s hole, giving me an approving smile as his orgasm subsided, although holding himself firmly in place. Knowing the time was short to complete the deception, I leaned down and quickly reached under the bed, grabbing the full condom which Eddie made a show of slowly pulling out as Bill held Jake in place. We both admired the sight of his bare cock with the tatters of a broken condom around it, covered in Jake’s ass juices. I pulled what was left of the rubber off and hid it under the bed as I pretended to tie off the one with my own load. I moved down and quickly licked Eddie’s cock clean of any evidence, then dropped the full condom on the bed next to Jake. He looked up from rimming Bill, and smiled at me as Eddie encouraged him to sit on Bill’s cock again. In that brief window, I gave Bill’s condom the same treatment as I had Eddie’s, and then held his mostly-bare cock straight up as Eddie guided Jake down on it. We lay back and Eddie stroked my cock as we watched his partner’s bare dick slide in and out of my boyfriend’s hole. As Bill looked over Jake’s shoulder, Eddie and I mouthed words to him like, ‘Bareback him’ and ‘Seed his hole’. Our encouragements, in addition to the knowledge of what had just happened aided in pushing Bill over the edge. Pressing down on Jake’s hips, he helding his cock balls deep in Jake’s hole as rope after rope shot deep in my boyfriend’s guts. Jake leaned back, holding Bill inside him as he jerked off. I hopped up and stood next to them on the bed, my cock aiming at Jake’s face. We looked in each other’s eyes as we both stroked. I told him, “Babe, you were so slutty tonight, it turned me on so much. I just wanna shoot this load all over your whore face.” I never talk to him like that, but something about the moment made us both lose control and we exploded cum everywhere - him all over Bill’s chest and belly, me all over his sweet slutty face. After we came down from that high, Jake gently slid himself up and off Bill’s cock. As he reached down to take care of the rubber, he saw the state it was in. Reaching back, he felt his hole, which of course was dripping with cum. “Oh fuck, the condom broke!” All three of us chimed in with an ‘Oh fuck’ of his own, although I noticed, curiously, when I made my exclamation, my cock released one last spurt of cum. “What am I gonna do?” asked Jake.

The first man to seduce me was far from handsome.Short,fat bald and older he neverthe less pursued and seduced the wide eyed innocent younger me.First time I ever came was between his lips.Moments later his fat long cock took my anal cherry while telling me I was born for this and not to be scared of it.I was,but got over that fear.His heavy weight on me made escape impossible and his fast deep strokes assured the breeding that soon followed and a mans cum found its way into me for the first time.That set the stage for an acceptance of men in all shapes and sizes.Attitude is sexy as hell!Any man who wants to seduce me has my attention over a pretty boy obsessed with his good looks.:)

Almost every guy I hook up with prefers loose hole if not already sloppy with cum. Haven't met too many tops that say I'm loose but I've taken fists and huge dildos. Id say no regrets

I'd love to find a sling like that to spend a few hours in

I was on BBRTS last night and received a message from a guy saying only "We want to destroy you now." I looked at his profile and he was hot. He was 37 and had a great body. "How many guys?" I asked. "You will find out when you get here," he answered. "What are you after?" I asked. "ou won't have a say in what we do." Now I was horny! I jumped on the subway and headed to the hotel, arriving wet as it was pouring. I made my way to their room. When the door opened I found four gym fit naked guys. 'Fuck', I thought. I took a little drink and stripped, and sat on the face of one of the guys who was laying on his back on the bed. He got to work getting me wet while I went between the other three guys, sucking each guy's cock. Less than five minutes later one guy said in broken English "Now we destroy you." Pushing me onto my back, the guys held me down and pulled my legs up and apart. Then one of the guys thrust his way all the way into my ass and started pounding me. There was no way to stop and there was very little pleasure (at least for me) but at least I knew they weren't joking in saying they would destroy me. The whole session lasted about two hours. They spoke almost entirely in Italian so I had no clue what was coming next, but occasionally they used English, at which time they spouted poz talk and name calling, such as faggot, worthless slut, etc. They took turns with me, and there was quite a bit of ass to month cleaning, a bit of DP as well as face fucking. One after the other each made a final assault on my ass, blowing his load in me. The last guy churned it all up as the sperm flowed down my ass. After he blew I licked his dick clean , and could taste all four loads. Then I collapsed on the bed and they kept fingering some of their loads out of my hole and fed the cum to me. I made a move to jerk off but they stopped me, handed me my clothing, and told me to get lost. Which, of course, I did. Even if my ass is still a bit sore this morning, the experience was totally worth it.

I am always in cruise mode here and I will frequent bathrooms i know have a rep for cruisy sex. In any bathroom I try to make it so guys can see my own fat piece and I am always looking for guys trying to show theirs. Love bathrooms where the mirrors at the sink are hung in such a way you get a good view across the line of urinals and the guys at them.

That sounds very hot!! Trying to work up the nerve to go to a bathhouse and try something like that myself

CHAPTER 4 The afternoon passed without incident, though I was so scared that our wives knew what we'd been up to. We'd arranged for the four of us to have dinner that night and I was so excited, not for the dinner, but to be near Mike again! What was wrong with me?!? The four of us were getting our photo taken out the front of the restaurant and Mike's hand slipped down past his wife's shoulder and rested on my butt. I could feel his finger pressing against my hole and I had to stop myself from pushing back on it. He'd turned me into his slut! It was a pretty small restaurant and the two married couples were side by side. I couldn't help but "accidentally" keep rubbing my leg against his as we tried so hard to keep straight-faced. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, our wives excused themselves to go to the bathroom and freshen up. After they left, Mike looked at me with a gleam in his eye, "Maybe we should go to the bathroom too man." "What do you mean? The girls are right here!" "They'll be in the bathroom for 10 minutes man, you know they will be." He was right. "You know you want to" He had me there too. As excited as I was following him into the men's bathroom, I was disappointed to see a guy at one of the two urinals. Mike went into one of the stalls as I stood at the other urinal. Fortunately, my company was basically finished and was out of the bathroom shortly after. As he left, the cubicle door swung open and Mike was standing, stroking his hard cock. Fuck, he looked so sexy. I cursed myself for wearing white pants, if he fucked me the cum was bound to leak out & show on my ass and the game would be up. "We can't fuck," I whispered as I entered the cubicle. "Never mind," he replied standing over the toilet. "I'm sure we can come up with something" I was so thankful as I knelt in front of him that the door went almost the whole way down to the floor. No-one would see four feet under the cubicle! I knew what really turned him on from the blowjob earlier in the day. My own wife had never done this with me, yet here I was sucking her brother off in a restaurant bathroom! I knew it was slutty but I didn't care, I'd do anything to make Mike happy. I was concentrating so much on his cock that I didn't hear him whisper he was close until I started to taste his pre-cum. He gave a tap on the head and whispered that he was about to cum. I knew he couldn't give me a facial or shoot anywhere on my body so there was only one place he could go. As he stifled a moan, I felt his cum shoot down my throat. I'd never tasted cum before (of course!) but was surprised to find that I liked the taste! What had my wife been complaining about before? I looked up at Mike as I milked every last drop from his cock. I didn't want there to be any tell-tale signs from him and I also wanted all of his cum coz it just tasted so good. Mike pulled up his pants and opened the cubicle door, walking past a guy who could see me on my knees wiping my mouth. "Just a little food poisoning, you know how it is" Mike smirked to the man as I got to my feet, blushing as I walked past. I could still taste his cum as we sat back down at our table, our wives having only just returned. END OF CHAPTER 4

Damn! All of you seem to be disgusting whores. Love when the slut has no limit, or just feels pride being used like trash, by any men.

We both jumped at the sound of the knock on the door and looked directly at each other, but froze. I quickly hid the pipe and whispered to CJ that it was likely my friend Scott. CJ immediately thought it was his man and I gotta admit that it crossed my mind, too. Or the bathhouse crew that saw the smoke - which was unlikely because we'd blown the clouds into a towel or each other's mouths as shot-guns, but you never know. We both wrapped our towels and I gently opened the door. It was Scott .... thankfully. He felt a bit awkward for "barging in", but it was probably a blessing in disguise. I honestly didn't know how long CJ had been in the room, but at least 10-15 minutes. CJ politely excused himself and Scott and I chuckled a little and detailed our slutty behavior since leaving him back in the glory hole maze draining cock. He had three loads down his throat and one in his ass. We passed the pipe and and got really fucking horned up as I described tempting mr. ball cap with hitting the pipe. I had a feeling CJ would be back, but was pretty curious how his conversation went down with his hubby....missing for who knows how long, a little amped up on T and dilated pupils in those baby blues. It was an intense, but brief encounter. Scott and I prepped a G swirl, guzzled it and turned up the filthy porn on the tv. Within minutes, the warmth of the G took over and we dimmed the lights, cracked the door open and got comfortable. Both on our backs, teasing our cocks and making out. Quite a few guys lingered to peek but nobody bold enough to enter. A thick, hairy bear looking guy poked his head in. He looked a bit over 6 feet tall, a bit older and really sexy. I opened the door to let him in (foreshadowing I guess) and he closed it behind him and dropped his towel. His thick thighs were impressive and his thick cock looked really promising, too. Wrapped in a silver cock ring, it started to plump up and swell immediately. Without any of us even speaking a word we both started to suck our new buddy. His growing meat responded with the attention. Probably 7" and thick and veiny. I'm a nip pig and his were thick and swollen so I already knew the answer, but asked if he liked his worked over. He grunted a deep "fuck yea" and I went in. Grabbed some poppers and offered to our new bud and he gladly inhaled two huge hits. Scott did the same and as I took my hits Scott was on his back with his legs in the air, serving up his hole for hairy daddy. As he started munching on that hungry fuckhole, Scott moaned as that tongue opened him up and tasting the cum from some anonymous load. I know that scruff felt rough against his hole, too. Daddy stood up and teased that piece against Scott's begging, hungry hole.... and slowly guided the head inside. "Do you guys party?" he asked. With that thick dick getting deeper, Scott moaned a 'yes sir' and I followed up telling him we'd been smoking off and on all night. He grinned and I offered up a hit. He responded, "Nice. You guys ever point?" Scott's eyes rolled in the back of his head - surely because that thick dick was now balls deep, but also because he wanted a hard slam in his arm. I (somewhat excitedly) told him we'd slammed a couple times. Was this hung fucker about to offer to slam us? "My buddy and I have the large room with the sling. Care to relocate?" he said. Scott and I both nodded yes and the three of us grabbed our towels. Thoughts were racing....hoping his buddy was as hot as he was....horny as hell....and following our new daddy like slutty, dirty pigs....

My pussy hole was made for a Man's cock. I could care less what he looks like. In fact I have found the less attractive ones are the best fuckers.

Part 6 - Backroom I wasn’t ready. Not yet. So I slipped into the kitchen, looking for a drink. My body was radiating heat like I’d never felt before, and I needed something to cool me off. The water in the tap didn’t look drinkable. It wasn’t even clear. But I found some more bottles of water in the fridge. There was very little else in the fridge other than bottles. The whole kitchen looked very unused, in fact. I looked down and saw that I’d already opened the bottle, but I couldn’t remember if I’d felt the cracking of a seal or not. I took a sip - it was much cooler than the bottle I had in the car, and I couldn’t stop myself from downing the whole thing in one go, just as I had the last one. I took several deep breaths once I’d finished my drink, and headed out of the kitchen, towards the backroom. “Rule 2.” I heard Denny say as I entered. He was telling the rules to Lee, who was on his knees, sucking Denny’s cock. Denny smiled when he saw me, stopping his speech and beckoning me over. There were three other people in the room - Ian, Boss and another black guy. Boss was naked now, his body ripped with muscle, and his cock buried into Ian’s ass already. The black guy, tall, bulky, and wearing nothing but a chain around his neck, was fucking Ian’s mouth. I checked his dick and, yes, I was still definitely the smallest in the room. I walked over to Denny and he put one arm round my shoulders, keeping his other on top of Lee’s head. He wasn’t controlling Lee the same way he had with me in the hall. “I was just telling your boyfriend the rules. Why don’t you take over, so I know you’ve got it memorized?” “I thought you guys had… done stuff together before?” I asked. “Oh, I’ve fucked his throat for some weed, sure, but he’s never been to one of my parties before. Too worried you’d get upset.” He said, and winked at me. “Think’s you’re a delicate little flower, this one does.” With that, he rammed Lee down on his dick, which Lee didn’t seem to struggle with at all. “But something tells me you’ll bloom in this environment, right?” I had to smile at this, and gave a little nod. “Good boy. Now, what’re the rules?” “Rule 1. No condoms.” I recalled. Denny hissed ‘good’ into my ear, and his hand slipped from my shoulder to my ass, cupping and squeezing it. I took in the room as I spoke, and I realised, this was a room specifically for fucking. Was the whole place like this? The only furniture was the sofa, a few seats, and several mattresses on the floor. In one corner, there was a table with what looked like a bunch of sex toys, and some other stuff I couldn’t identify. The windows were boarded up. Graffiti covered the walls. The rules were written on one wall, while the other were covered in drawings of marijuana leafs and obscene things, and words like ‘Fuck’, ‘Raw’, ‘Breed Me’, ‘Cunt’, and so on. The ‘No condoms’ message repeated over and over, and some other things I didn’t quite get the meaning of. A single, big T was used to write the word ‘Toxic’ and ‘Tina’, and in one place, the letter ‘G’ had been repeated over and over. I saw ‘Drone’, and understood that, at least, and ‘MDMA’, which I knew was another drug. “Rule 2. We’re new, so we don’t fuck anyone. We’re here to get fucked.” “That’s right.” Denny said, and squeezed my ass tighter. “No fucking at all. Not even each other, you get me? You can fuck each other any time you like, but this weekend, you’re ours.” I looked down to Lee, who didn’t even stop sucking, he made eye contact with me briefly, then nodded. I looked back to Denny, and nodded as well. “Good boys. Now, rule 3?” “Rule 3. We take everything.” I answered. That was how it was phrased on the written list, on the wall. Just ‘We take everything.’ “Drugs, cocks, cum, holes. Everything.” Saying it sent a cold chill through my head, and I realised just what the hell was going on, what was about to happen to me. “Good. And if you break any of the rules, you’re gone. Not a word of protest, I’ll just drag your asses out of here and throw you out into the street. Got it?” I nodded. “If you’re real lucky, maybe Boss will come unlock his car so you can get your clothes.” “No fucking chance!” Came Boss’s voice from the sofa, rough and panting as he continued to fuck Ian so mercilessly. Denny pulled his dick out of Lee’s mouth, and tilted his head up with a chin under his finger. “You clear on the rules, too?” He asked, and Lee nodded, grinning like a maniac. “Good. Your boyfriend's gone soft.” With that, Denny’s hand moved from Lee’s head to my dick, flicking it before I could pull away. It stung like hell, and I winced away, pulling out of Denny’s arms. I lost my footing and tripped, crashing down on one of the mattresses. Denny laughed. “Get him hard again while I get something sorted.” Denny ordered to Lee. Instantly, Lee climbed onto the mattress, above me. He was more forceful than I’d ever known him to be. I brought my hands up to meet him, but he grabbed them by the wrist, pinning them above my head with one of his. The other, he slipped into my hair, grabbing a thick tuft of it as our mouths met. His full weight was pressing down on top of me and his tongue was not gentle in forcing my mouth open. It was scary, and a little painful, but it worked. I could feel myself getting harder as he kissed me so aggressively. I remembered back to earlier, when he was fucking me, and I knew there was no way I could get away from him. It felt exactly like that again. Suddenly, I was desperate for him, wanting his cock, his ass, his arms, his mouth, everything. But I couldn’t. I think Lee might have forgotten it for a minute, but Denny returning to the room brought him out of it. “Hey, it’s Oz, right?” He asked, and Lee climbed off me so that I could answer. “Good job.” He said to Lee, when he saw my cock, standing to attention. He had a carrier bag with a couple of bottles in it. He gave one to Lee, and began throwing bottles to the three on the sofa, who were finally breaking up their spitroast. “Did you already have one of these from the fridge?” I nodded, worried that I’d done something, but he laughed. “You know they’ve got G in them, right? There was a little in the one you had in the car, but these ones are stronger.” “What’s G?” I asked, which made him laugh even more. He put the bag on the floor and told me I should wait a while before having another. “Am I going to be okay?” Lee moved away from us, towards the sofa, as Denny dropped down on the mattress next to me. Lee went over and, after downing his bottle, positioned himself in between the other black guys legs, immediately going to work sucking his cock. Ian had already downed his as well, and was sat in Boss’s lap, getting ready to ride his dick. “You’re gonna be just fucking fine.” Denny said, grinning. “Don’t worry about the G, I’ve got something better for you, anyway.” I don’t know where it came from, but he produced a small,clear plastic object. It looked like an oversized bullet, with a little switch on the side. He twisted the switch, then brought the tip of the bullet to his nose, and inhaled. He then twisted it around again, and held it out for me. I realised that it was full of a white powder that looked like drone. The twister pulled a small amount of it out to be snorted. Oddly, the familiarity of it made me feel more comfortable. For a minute, I was hesitated, but the look on Denny’s face told me that he was deadly serious about Rule 3. So I brought my nose to the bullet and inhaled. It hit me a lot harder than the stuff we were doing back at Lee’s. “Good boy.” He said, then laid down on the mattress. “Now, you’ve got a job for the rest of the night. You’ve got to make sure that no one gets soft again. Someone goes soft? Then that’s one more dick that won’t be fucking you or your boyfriend. Got it?” His own dick had gone back to a semi,so for my answer, I leaned down and immediately took it in my mouth. “Good fucking boy…”

Part 2. Fortunately, Jake is a very heavy sleeper. After a few hours of dozing, I rolled over and felt Andre’s hard body next to mine, his chiseled chest rising and falling with his sleeping breath. I raised my head and looked at Alex lying in bed next to him, lazily stroking his dick, obviously unable to sleep after getting fucked but not having had a chance to blow his own load. Ever a gracious host, I decided to assist my guest. Slipping out of bed, I walked over to Jake’s side of the bed, reached down, grabbing Alex’s hard cock and giving it a warm squeeze as I put one finger from my other hand up to my lips. I tugged on him for a bit before reaching out my hand and motioning for him to get out of bed. He shifted his weight to gingerly extricate himself from my boyfriend’s sleeping body and stand next to the bed. Again, I grabbed his dick and led him from the bedroom into the kitchen. As soon as we reached the kitchen, I dropped to my knees and swallowed his beautiful cock. He moaned gently and put his hand on the back of my head as I looked up at him, my mouth full of hard uncut dick. I could taste his sweet precum on my tongue as I took him deep into my throat, showing off my stellar oral skills. I ran my hands over his muscular body as I serviced his cock, enjoying the feeling of his rock hard pecs and abs under my fingertips. How the fuck did I get so lucky to find this sizzling hot couple and get them into my house, and soon into my hole? I pulled Alex’s dick from my mouth and smiled up at him as I stroked him. Standing up, I brought my lips to his and kissed him deeply. I brought my mouth to his ear and whispered, “You’re going to fuck me now, Papi.” With that, I turned around and put one hand on the kitchen island and guided his raw cock to my hole. Confused, he quietly asked “What about a rubber? We didn’t bring any from the bedroom.” Moving to step into the bedroom to grab a condom, I gestured for him to remain as I squeezed his cock, bringing a huge drop of pre to his head. I held him close and just shook my head, again giving him the silent sign with one finger to my lips. I rubbed his dick head against my hole, still slick and opened up from Andre’s raw fucking a few hours ago. Alex had no idea his boyfriend’s load was inside me. Pulling on him, I felt his head pressing against my ass lips, the pressure increasing until it finally popped inside me. I looked back at him and winked and smiled, and he caught on to the fact that I wanted him inside me bareback, that this was not just an oversight on my part. I felt Alex’s hands go to my hips and I felt more of him slide inside me. His cock was so thick - it wasn’t as long as Andre’s, but it made me feel more full somehow as he pushed deeper into me. I heard him let out a little moan as he finally bottomed out inside me, balls deep. He let it rest there for a moment - the feeling was so incredible. But before long I started to move against him, wiggling my hips a bit and pushing back, showing him I was ready for more. He pulled out so just his head was in me and then thrust back in all the way. It was all I could do to not cry out in pleasure, but as deep a sleeper as Jake is, I knew I couldn’t be too loud. Alex picked up his pace and fucked me steadily for several minutes - I was in fucking heaven and knew I needed his special load deep inside my ass. Just then, I heard a shuffling in the next room. Alex hesitated, but I knew if it was Jake it was already too late to hide what we were up to, so I squeezed my hole around him and hoped he would stay inside me. Looking over my shoulder, I watched as Andre entered the kitchen, carrying a couple condoms and a medicine bottle with him, a huge grin on his face as he saw his boyfriend fucking me. He put the rubbers on the island, popped open the PrEP bottle, and placed the pill on the head of his cock, bringing it over to my mouth. Alex never stopped fucking me as I swirled my tongue around Andre’s head, taking it and the Truvada into my mouth. Andre pushed deeper until I was gagging on his huge cock, getting spit roasted by these two amazing stud boyfriends. After a moment, I pushed Alex out of me and repositioned him on his back on the island. I straddled him and sat down on his big dick, then leaned back so my back was against his chest. Lifting my knees to my chest, my hole stretched to what felt like capacity, I nodded to Andre to come join us. As he moved into position, I stuck out my tongue, showing him the little blue pill still there. He grabbed it off my tongue, showed it to Alex who just moaned a little, and chucked it across the kitchen into the sink. Andre lined up his massive black cock and rubbed the head against Alex’s shaft. He pressed and pressed until finally the rim of my hole gave way and allowed him entry. Just the very tip at first, but that opening encouraged him to go a little harder. I yelped a bit, but Alex’s hand went right to my mouth. Andre smiled at the sight and just kept pushing. I couldn’t believe the sensation - not one but two huge raw cocks entering my asshole, while my boyfriend slept blissfully on the other side of the apartment. It hurt like hell at first, but the fantasy come true made me forget all that and focus on opening up and letting him in. I could barely believe that I could make it happen, but before I knew it, Andre was halfway inside me. At that point, Alex started to move his hips slightly, in time with Andre’s gentle thrusts - obviously they had done this before and knew how to open a boy up. Each thrust of their thick dicks got just a bit deeper until they were alternating balls deep with the other halfway. I’d never felt anything like it before. Their hands were all over my body, and they were obviously enjoying themselves as they plunged into me. With Alex balls deep, Andre gave an almost imperceptible signal and Alex stayed in me. Andre then pushed in all the way himself, and leaned over and whispered, “We’re both all the way inside you, slut! How does it feel to have two poz cocks up your gaping, torn-up hole, with no rubber and no little pill to protect you?” I moaned and just gyrated my hips a bit in response, trying to see if I could coax a little more of each of them inside me. From underneath, Alex’s mouth went to my other ear and said, “You know we are going to seed you - we are both gonna shoot our toxic loads in your wrecked hole. Is that what you want, you fucking whore?” I nodded my assent. “Say it,” he demanded. “I want your hazardous semen inside me, and I want it to take root. I’ve been faking my part of our Truvada ritual for a month now, in anticipation of finding the right man or men to seed my hole properly. You two are those men, I’m sure of it. You’re doing things to my hole that are unnatural - it’s not supposed to be open like it is, but it’s perfect for what I want. You’re both going to dump deep into my exposed rectum, and I have nothing to stop the virus from taking over my body. I want it, Alex! I want it, Andre! Please, share your bug with me! Give me your disease!” With those words, they both increased their pace. Andre leaned over my shoulder and made out with Alex, almost like I was providing them a chance to bond together, but it wasn’t even about me. But their cocks were both in my wide-open stretched hole and they were pounding it harder and harder as they approached the moment of truth. Finally, I felt them both go deep and hold in there. If it was possible, I felt them swell even thicker just as they both cried out and exploded deep in my guts. Ropes and ropes of toxic cum spewed forth into my bowels, and even as their cocks were still spurting into my hole, I shot my own load, without even having touched myself. Alex ran his fingers through my load which had coated my chest and face, brought dollops of cum to my mouth. Naturally I licked his fingers clean. Smiling down at me and Alex, Andre admired the scene underneath him - sweaty bodies on the kitchen counter, bodies covered and filled with cum. And two unused condoms on the other side of the island. After we caught our breath, I gave each of them a deep, meaningful kiss and said, “Thank you” while looking them in the eye. I then went to the refrigerator, grabbed some juice and a squeeze bottle of mayonnaise, then picked some fruit off the counter and put it all on a tray. The coffee, always on a timer at our house, had finished brewing at some point during our marathon fuckfest on the island. I grabbed the condoms, unwrapped and unrolled them, then squeezed a few big blobs of mayo into each one, tying them off and putting them on the tray with the breakfast. Grabbing the medicine bottle, I lead my lovers back into the bedroom, where I awoke my boyfriend with a kiss on the lips and placed the tray on the bed. “Sorry honey, we got a little carried away in the kitchen making breakfast. But I have no doubt these two studs will be up for round three in no time. They have a gift for getting it up.”

After a couple of months on PreP, I decided to fulfill a fantasy and go to a Cumunion event. There is one in Augusta GA, only 2 hours from me and I made a reservation this past weekend. I found myself with the guts to get in a sling, put on my hood to blind me, and offer my hole to anyone and everyone. After 2 guys fucked me very well, but uneventfully, a third guy was felt between my legs. He rubbed his raw cock against my hole to lube it some and pushed forward hard. It hurt, in a good way, and he went right to fucking me, no pausing to let me get used to it. I adjusted as best I could, and settled back to enjoy his thick cock using my hole. He was the first one to be verbal, telling me to take his cock, and complimenting me on how good my ass felt. I'm ahead of myself because before I went to the party, I posted a couple of ads that anyone was welcome to use the guy in the sling with the hood, and that I was negative and on PreP. The guy fucked me perfectly, deep and a little rough. I wanted to make him cum because I could feel he didn't have a condom on and started tightening up my hole on every withdraw. I could tell that he felt the difference because he started fucking me harder. I could hear others nearby and knowing they were watching made it that much hotter. Without warning he said. "Are you the guy on PreP?" I answered "yes Sir", and just as I did he said, "You better hope it's working." and immediatly went balls deep in me and held his cock there as I felt it jerking and emptying his cum into me. I realized instantly what he meant and knew I was taking my first known positive load. I used my legs to hold him inside me, letting him know I wanted every drop of his seed in me.

MAN MEN 7: THE PARTY PART 3 “Is this the stud you were asking me about?” Angel says, his arm around my sweat-soaked shoulder. We’re facing a dirty-hot, totally ripped white guy who’s about my height and age with blue eyes, a shaved head and elaborate tattoo sleeves. He’s wearing a navy blue wrestling singlet embellished with an N2N logo and what looks like months of hard-earned cum stains. The guy grabs my half-hard cock before even uttering a word. “Yeah, it’s him,” the guy says, shooting Angel a sly smile. “It’s totally him. You don’t remember me, do you, Randy?” “I…no, I don’t think so…” I say, sliding my hand up his tatted arm and squeezing his meaty tricep. “High school,” he says. “You didn’t go to my high school,” I scoff. “My school was small and I would have remembered someone like you.” “I lived a few towns over,” he says. “We used to compete against each other at debate tournaments.” “Oh shit, Kenny!” I say, finally placing him. “Kenny, what was your last name?” He answers just as I remember it and we say it simultaneously: “Denton.” “Kenny Fucking Denton,” I say, blown away by this unexpected blast from my past. “Literally Kenny Fucking Denton,” he teases. “That is, if you want it.” “Oh, I want it,” I say. When I reach around to squeeze his Spandex-clad ass, I discover he’s cut a hole in the back of the singlet so he can take cock and cum while getting off on wearing his favorite fetish-gear. “This is so random,” I say to Angel. “You used to have glasses, right?” I ask Kenny. “And hair,” Kenny says, rubbing a hand over his smooth, sexy, bald head. “I was always nervous around you,” I admit to him, “like my palms would sweat and everything. At the time, I told myself it was because we were competing but looking back, I think I was nervous around you because I wanted us to fuck.” “I wanted us to fuck, too,” he says while playing with my nipples. “Remember at the state tournament, we were staying at the same hotel? I invited you for a swim late at night but that tall guy…” “Tip Livingston,” I say. “Yeah, that guy,” says Angel. “He made you stay in your room and prep for the tournament. He totally cock-blocked me.” “Well, he’s not here now,” I say, going in for a deep, wet kiss. He shoves his tongue in my mouth. I practically deep-throat it as I grind my now rockhard cock against his bulge, streaking his shiny singlet with my pre-jizz. “You know, Tip’s a preacher now and he has like eight kids,” I whisper while kissing his ear. “Eight?” he says, shocked. “We have some catching up to do. Wanna knock me up?” “Fuck yes,” I say. “Get into it quick, boys,” advises Angel. “It’s almost Midnight Madness time.” “What’s that?” Kenny and I ask in unison. “It’s a Shudder tradition,” says Angel. “The rule is when the clock strikes midnight, there can be no exposed cocks anywhere in the warehouse, nor can there be any cocks covered up in jocks or slutty little singlets,” he adds squeezing Kenny’s hardening bulge. “So what you’re saying is--?“ says Kenny. “Your cock’s gotta be up an ass or down a throat mouth at midnight,” he clarifies. “Even if you’re bottoming, you gotta get that fuckstick is some lucky fucker’s mouth.” “It’s like Barebacker Jenga,” I joke before taking a look at my watch. “It’s quarter to twelve so I better get this cock in your ass, Kenny.” “It’s about time,” says Kenny, taking me by the hand and leading me back into the throng. “I’ve only wanted it for a few decades. Let’s go breed.” A minute later we were positioned in the center in the sweaty, pulsing Shudder throng. Kenny’s leaned over a fuckbench taking my fuck while sixty-nining Angel who’s on his back getting barefucked by a smooth, bodybuilding Hawaiian fucker with a 9-inch powertool. “Fuck, your ass feels amazing,” I say to Kenny while alternating between teasing his fuck-rim and plowing in deep. “So warm and wet and sloshy. How many loads so far tonight?” He pulls off Angel’s cumstick long enough to say, “You’ll make three.” “Wait a second,” I say. “Who said you were getting my next load?” “Oh, I’m getting it,” he says. “Even if you didn’t want to, my ass wouldn’t let go until it got your seed.” “One minute to Midnight Madness,” boom Ron’s voice-over the loud speaker. “If your cock’s not in a warm wet hole right now, better get it there.” “What happens to those who don’t?” I wonder. “Get fined 20 bucks,” says Angel, pulling off Kenny’s throbbing 7-incher. “Goes toward expenses.” “And remember, gentlemen,” continues Ron over the speaker, “you don’t have to cum right at midnight…but it would be really hot if you all did.” The thought of a simultaneous group cum is so hot that I speed up my fuckstrokes and plow deeper than I’ve plowed so far. “Should we go for it, Kenny?” I ask. “You want to take my seed at midnight?” “Fuck yes,” he says, pulling off Angel’s dick. “Breed me, Randy. Breed me like I wanted you to all those years ago.” “After all this time, we finally agree on something,” I say, my breath catching as I fuck toward orgasm. “You’re getting my load.” “Thirty seconds!” booms Ron over the loudspeaker. I look down and watch, hypnotized, as my hard shiny cock burrows in and out of my old rival’s velvety wet manhole. ‘I’m getting there,’ I think. ‘If I don’t shoot right at midnight, it shouldn’t be too long after.’ I start to daydream that Kenny and I are together on the stage of some high school auditorium but instead of getting our debate trophies—we seemed to switch off, first and second—we were fucking in front of everyone and they were all cheering us on; students and parents and teachers alike. Actually, we weren’t just fucking. We were bareback breeding. “Twenty seconds!” shouts Ron breathlessly. You can tell by the strain in his deep voice that he’s fucking and/or getting fucked, too. No one gets a pass on Midnight Madness. I bend forward to squeeze Kenny’s nipples, hoping that little bit of extra stimulation will send him over the edge and coax him into flooding Angel’s pulsing gullet. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a fat throbbing cockhead pierces through my fuck-ring and slides in balls deep. I have no idea whose cock it is but it’s huge, the biggest dick I’ve taken tonight, maybe ever. Some hot stud with at least ten inches just decided he wanted to celebrate Midnight Madness in my guts. I look up into the mirror above us to see if I recognize him. Dark hair, lean muscular bod and wait, is that a Superman tattoo on his left pec? It is! Holy shit, it’s one of my ultimate pornstar fantasy fuckers, Lito Cruz. I didn’t even know he was in the building and now he’s in my ass. Oh my fucking god, I’m going to cum so fucking hard. “10…9…8…” says Ron, starting the countdown to midnight. You can hear the sighs, groans and ball-slaps start to build to a crescendo all over the room. Lito starts to double-time his fuckstrokes and as a result, I pound into Kenny with newfound abandon. It’s like I’m on some kind of carnival ride that I’m powerless to control. All I can do is hang on and enjoy the ride. And then all around the room, you start to can hear it; barebackers of every size, shape, age and color orgasming, breeding, shuddering at the same time. “I’m going to load you up, Kenny Denton!” I gasp. “Lito Cruz is going to fuck the cum right up my hard shaft and into your sloppy, hungry hole. You want it, fucker? You want my cum?” Without coming off Angel’s shooting dick, Kenny groans affirmatively. It’s a groan full of longing and desperation, like he doesn’t just want my jizz, he needs it. He needs it to fucking live. “Take it, fucker!” I say as my ropes start to whitewash the battered walls of his already cum-drenched ass. Scores of men all around us are groaning, too, writhing in pulse-pounding ecstasy as spunk gets shot and swapped everywhere. “Ungh…ungh…unghh…unnnnngh…UNNNGH!” I collapse on top of Kenny’s sweaty back, having poured everything sperm cell I had left in my balls into the ravenous ass of my old high school nemesis. Most of the fuckstuds around us shot, too, and were either savoring the mouthloads or churning up the assloads. There wasn’t much cum to be seen in the room—99% of it was shot straight inside waiting mouths and fuckholes—but you could still smell the fresh rush of mancum in the air. It’s like everyone in the building came within ten seconds of each other. Everyone, that is except my fucker, Lito Cruz who had yet to unload and was now pounding into my ass with newfound abandon. I look into the mirror and he’s looking up at me with a devilish smile, like this was his plan all along, to hold out so we could be the center of attention. It’s like he just needed a little more encouragement before blasting his fuckjuice in me and the rest of the room were happy to supply it, shouting things like, “Sperm him up, Lito!” “Do it, fucker, do it!” “Flood his guts, stud!” At this point, it’s like I leave my body for a second and I’m looking down from above as my shiny, muscular body gets mercilessly pounded by one of the hottest, horniest fuckstuds I had ever seen in my life. And while I get ready to take his breed, I’m surrounded by hundreds of freshly spent spunkswappers who all want the same thing as I do: They want Lito Cruz to shoot his milky white babies deep, deep, deep into my ass-tunnel. But none of them want it more than me. “Breed me, Lito. Breed my ass with that giant supercock. Please, I need it. Mark me deep, fucker! Do it! Do it!” “Here it comes, fucker!” he growls. “I’m getting close.” “Seed him…seed him!” Angel starts to chant and soon the rest of the room are chanting with him. “Seed him…seed him….seed him!” My old friend Kenny doesn’t join in the chanting. Instead he gets up on his knees so we’re eye to eye, grabs my face in his hands, smiles slyly, then opens his mouth to reveal the chunkly, hot load of manjuice he just took from Angel. Then right as Fuck God Lito Cruz starts to erupt in my ass, Kenny smashes his cum-filled mouth on top of mine and we share a load that just came straight from the tap of the man who brought me here and changed my life, Angel. My sense’s go into overload; between the taste of Angel’s sweet cumload in Kenny’s mouth, the smell of sweat, leather, poppers and jizz that permeates the whole room, the sound of a boisterous, deep-voiced crowd cheering us on, the sight in the overhead mirror of Lito’s head thrown back in ecstasy as he marks me as his, and lastly, the feeling inside me as separate jolts of Lito’s manjuice shoot from his cock and saturate my insides. It’s all too fucking much for one stud to take. I zero in on Lito’s Superman tattoo heaving in the overhead mirror. That’s the last thing I see before I pass out.

I have never had an STD/STI and still recently tested negative for HIV in spite of barebacking for years. Currently I have bareback sex about once a week, but in the past it was at least once per day.

Simply cannot bottom without them. There is no better feeling than taking an anonymous cock and load high on poppers.