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I went on PrEP about 30 months ago (Nov of 2014). I waited about 30 days before resuming sex. I specifically chose a first "PrEP Partner" based on his status----and as hoped/expected at that time, the drug worked as advertised. Once I was comfortable that the chemical condom was indeed going t protect me I went cock crazy to some degree. Any guy, anytime, anywhere----no questions. As some other have experienced, it was an amazing re-introduction to the world of less restrictive sex. Yeah, I also had to deal with gono and syph----for the first time (multiple times as it turns out). So everyone's reminder that while you may have HIV protection those other bugs are still waiting on you. Based on my desires, I made the decision to stop PrEP earlier this year. April 1, 2017 was my first PrEP free day since 2014 (I never missed even a single dose). On April 11, 2017, I was with my first post-PrEP partner. By my choice, it was the same man who was my first partner after going ON PrEP. On May 15, 2017 I tested HIV+ During my PrEP period I had hundreds of partners. That included 5-6 trips to Cumunion at P-House in Augusta, perhaps too many nights at Cheshire Bridge Hotel and Manifest in Atlanta, two wonderful visits to Berlin, and a wild weekend in Thailand. Not only that, but my own "network" of buddies and fuck-buddies grew as my reputation for slutish/pigish behavior grew. Bottom line, the stuff works. And if avoiding HIV infection is important to you, it does give you protection as you develop your own cum-slut ways.

(This is a continuation of my AirBNBreed story. Hope you enjoy.) There are all kinds of interesting sights on my bus tour of Montreal but nothing’s quite as impressive to me as the guy who’s explaining it all to us. Our guide, Nate, is maybe 5’6” and totally built, with pecs and biceps that look like they’re about to burst through his light blue short-sleeve button-down shirt Hulk-style. Then there’s the beefy legs and bubble butt that his fitted khaki shorts show off to perfection. Though I was hoping to swap seed with a hot French Canadian or twenty while I’m here, I’m more than willing to go for a different physical type, especially if they looked like Nate, who explained at the outset that was born in Hawaii but moved to Montreal when he was a baby. He looks like he could be the Rock’s much shorter little brother. It’s especially hot to hear him speak French to a young, beautiful family of four who are visiting from Paris. Nate’s been smiling and making eye contact with me throughout the tour but that doesn’t necessarily mean he wants my seed. He could just be doing his job. Still, I’m horned up enough after my breed-fest with Frank and Samuel this morning to be a lot more brazen than I would be back home. I look down at my bulging crotch, notice the Bubblicious logo on my Target t-shirt and get an idea. During the next lull in Nate’s narration, I catch his eye, drop one hand to my crotch-lump, give it a sexy squeeze and then pull it up to my chest to meet the other hand, making a point to cover all of the letters of Bubblicious except for the two B’s in the middle. BB. I shoot Nate a cruise-y, penetrating look. He meets my gaze. I look down, tap my fingers on my pecs that say ‘bb,’ then look back up at him. Nate gulps then gives an affirmative nod so small I worry that I might be imagining it. Nate’s visibly flustered when he starts into his next schpiel about the different festivals that happen throughout the summer including gay pride, which he says with a smile is this coming weekend. Then as we pull into a lush park with beautiful views of the city, he says, “We’re going to stop here for photos and a bathroom break. Be back on the bus in fifteen minutes.” He then catches my eyes and smiles. “Actually, make it twenty.” Fuck, it’s on. Once we’re off the bus, an older couple asks Nate to take their picture with the city behind them. Nate takes the camera and while the pair take their positions Nate walks over to me and whispers, “There’s a storage shed to the right of the men’s room. The door says ‘Private.’ Wait outside it for there.” I use the men’s room first, though it’s difficult to pee with my dick hard and throbbing. While I’m peeing, I reach my fingers under my balls and feel a drop of the spunk Samuel and Frank pumped into me earlier. I bring it to my lips and taste it. Sweet. I leave the bathroom and wait casually near the ‘Private’ door. A few minutes tick by. I’m about to give up and head back to the bus, when Nate comes rushing around the corner. He’s literally unbuttoning his shirt as he struts toward me, smiling with lust in his eyes. He doesn’t say a word. He just opens the door to the storage shed and pulls me inside and around a corner to an open area. The next thing I know, his tongue is in my mouth. He pulls away and grabs my pecs, framing the “bb” with his hands as I did earlier. “That was very clever way to send a message,” he says. “What?” I say, feigning cluelessness. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Give me a break,” he says, laughing. “Better yet, give me a load. And make it a huge one.” “Five days worth,” I say, reaching around to grab that bubble ass through his shorts. “We gotta be quick,” he says. “You got any lube?” “No,” I say. “I’ll get it wet with my mouth,” says Nate, before taking out my hard cock and engulfing it with his hot mouth. As I slowly start to face-fuck him I realize I may have a solution to our lube situation. I move my hands from Nate’s head to under his arms and pull him up till we’re face to face, maybe a centimeter apart. “I might have some lube after all,” I say. He gives me a quizzical look. “Before getting on your bus I got fucked by the couple who’s AirBNB I’m staying at,” I explain. “They breed you?” asks Nate. “Of course,” I say. “Both of them. And I’ve been keeping their loads inside me, which believe me, isn’t easy when that bus would hit a bump.” “Fuck, that’s hot,” says Nate. “They both shot huge,” I say. “So you’re proposing we use their loads to lube up your cock for my hole?” “Yeah. Put your hands under my hole and I’ll let ‘em ooze out.” “You don’t want me to use my mouth?” “Damn, you’re a pig after my own heart.” Nate gets down on his knees and I bend my ass toward his mouth. It only takes a couple of pokes with his long hot tongue before I start to release the loads. I hear him slurp up a mouthful then he grabs my hand and spits it into it. I slather it over my raging hard-on as Nate dives back in for more. “Relax that hole, fucker,” he says between slurps. “I want all of their hot seed.” Three mouthfuls into palmfuls later, my cock is drenched and sticky and Nate is bending over a wheelbarrow, exposing his hot hole to me. “We got ten minutes before we have to get back to the bus,” he pants. “I want you in me for nine of them.” “One stroke?” I ask, putting my cum-slick cock head right at his hole. “Do it,” he says. I rear back a bit, so my cockhead leaves his hole then look down to see a tiny strand of Frank/Samuel cum connecting my angry cockhead to Nate’s puckered hole. It catches the light just so. “Fucking beautiful,” I say. “Now take my cock.” I shove my cumstick all the way into his hot hole in one stroke. “Aaaaaggghhhhh!” Nate groans, his handsome tan face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. I wriggle my hips back and forth, my balls right up against his ass, and let him get used to the invasion. “You good?” I ask. “Better than good. Now drill me. Pound me deep until you knock me up.” I start pumping, enjoying the sound of my slick cock sliding in and out of his tight fuckhole. I inhale deeply and almost pass out from sensory overload. “Smell,”I say between fuckstrokes. “It’s so hot…to smell all that man-cum….when neither of us has shot off yet.” As I continue to ream out his guts, I steal a look at my watch to see that three minutes have passed. Seven to go. “God, that dick feels so good,” says Nate. “I feel it getting harder with each stroke.” “That’s because your ass is milking my dick like crazy. It’s determined to pull that sperm right out of me.” “I can’t wait for you to blast that hot cum inside me.” Suddenly, we hear the sound of a metal hitting the ground, like shovel being knock over. We both turn to see the handsome father from Parisian family staring at us. Before I can pull out or even feel mortified, I notice that his cock is out and his jerking it. “It’s okay,” he assures us in that sexy French accent. “I watch.” “Where’s your wife and kids?” asks Nate. “Gift shop,” says Paris Dad. Nate and I share a bemused look then I go right back to deep-dicking him. “That hole ready for some sperm, fucker?” I ask Nate after about a minute of pile-driving. “Yeah, but make it last. We got five minutes and your cock feels amazing.” I focus on fucking Nate without going for blast off. We both look over at Paris Dad whose bearded face is now glazed over and whose hand is now going a mile a minute on his 8-inch uncut cock. “Don’t you dare waste your load on the floor!” barks Nate, opening his mouth wide as if to say, ‘Feed me.’ “Can I fuck it up his ass?” PD asks, jutting his chin at me. “I love to breed. The best.” “You’ll have to ask him,” laughs Nate, “but I feel like the answer is yes. His hole is already slick with two loads from this morning.” “Fuck me,” I say. I bury my dick balls deep in Nate, then do my best to arch my ass up so that PD can get up there. I’ve never gotten fucked while fucking so this is going to be a whole new experience, one I can’t wait to tell Samuel and Frank about back at the house. “I’m Jean-Luc, by the way,” PD says as he slides in slowly, inch by inch. As I feel my cummy fuck-tunnel expanding for him, my dick gets even harder in Nate’s hole if that’s possible. Once Jean Luc’s dick is all the way inside, I say “Okay, this is a first for me. Who drives this train?” “You do, the man in the middle,” says Nate. “Let’s do it…four minutes left.” I start to fuck back onto Jean-Luc’s dick then forward into Nate, then back, then forward. It takes some getting used to but gradually, I get my fuckstrokes down and feel like I’m giving both my partners a grade-A fuck as they meet my strokes with their own fuck-rhythms. The sensation is so overwhelming that I’m not able to form words. I just groan while Nate serves up the breeding talk. “You gonna flood my ass, fucker? Send me back in front of all those people full of your jizz.” “Aaaggghhh….annnggggghhh….yes….” is all I can muster. “Jean-Luc, you breed him first and then he’ll blast right off into me,” says Nate. “Sound good, Randy?” “Ughhhhhh….fuck……aaagghhhhh….yes!” I groan. “Do it, Jean-Luc,” commands Nate. “Breed his ass while your beautiful wife’s outside waiting. Shoot him full of that same sperm you made those precious kids with. Do it.” The dirty talk sends Jean-Luc over the edge. “I’m cumming!” he moans. “I am breeding you.” “Fill it, fucker,” I beg The feeling of Jean-Luc’s Euro-cream pouring into my hole sends me over the edge, too. “Tell me what you need, Nate!” I plead through gritted teeth. “Your cum,” he begs. “Cum in my hole, you fucking piggy barebacker.” Hearing Nate say the word–barebacker–in relation to me sends me past the point of no return, and I start to unload while Jean-Luc’s dick is still buried deep up my rectum. “Here is comes, fuckboy,” I moan. “Take…my….seeeeeeed!” With that, I blast five days worth of American-made jizz right up Nate the Tour Guide’s perfect ass. “Every drop, Randy,” Nate says, while jacking a load into his hand. “Every fucking drop.” I fall onto Nate’s back. Jean-Luc falls onto mine. No one moves for about a minute. We just breathe. I steal a look at my watch. “Two minutes,” I say. “Pull out together,” says Jean Luc. As we both snake our dicks out of our fuckee’s asses, the smell of even more fresh cum fills the air. We stand up and face each other in a three way kiss while our hands explore each other’s asses. My eyes are closed so I don’t see that Nate’s bringing his cum-filled hand up to our mouths until a huge hot glob of it is on my tongue. We snowball the load back and forth between the three of us, making sure all of our lips are coated in white. We look at each other and crack up laughing. “We can’t go back on the bus like this,” says Nate. I grab my Bubblicious t-shirt, find the spot where the two B’s appear together and use that to wipe the cum from all of our faces, but I don’t go near the loads in our asses. Those loads are meant to marinate. “You’re going to walk around with a cummed up t-shirt?” asks Nate. “Damned right,” I say. ••••• “So then we all got back on the bus and we finished the tour,” I explain to Frank and Samuel that afternoon back in their kitchen. “And the wife had no idea?” asks Samuel. “I don’t think so,” I say. “How big was Nate’s dick?” Samuel is asking all the questions because Frank’s mouth is busy felching out Jean-Luc’s load. “About 7, I think,” I say. “And thick. We exchanged numbers. I have a feeling we might swap cum again before I go.” Frank walks over to me breeding toteboard and grabs a marker. “You gave a load to the ass and you took a load in the ass,” he sums up. “So two more hashmarks for you…making a total of four.” “And I haven’t even been in Montreal 24 hours,” I say proudly. “Wanna make it five?” says Samuel pulling away from my hole, his scruff caked in Parisian fuckcream. I look down and see him jerking his raging hard on through his nylon running shorts. It’s already making a pre-cum stain on the fabric. I then say what might be my favorite sentence in the English language. “Breed me.”

had one of those days today 3 ABS stores 9 loads in my cunt before a club where my "date" shared me with anon loads for 3 hours, i love count of how many loads i took before heading home plugged . when we got back my place my date gave me 2 more. love when he says see you next week slut

A picture from the sling playroom to see what guys were interested in coming over to "play" that Paulo put online. My hole was so ready for cock!

1. You know you are a true cum dump when you have more sex partners in one night than the average person does in a lifetime. 2. You know you are a true cum dump when you lose count of how many guys fucked and/or bred you at your last bathhouse stay or gang bang. 3. You know you are a true cum dump when you will let anyone fuck you regardless of age, body, dick size, etc. 4. You know you are a true cum dump when you allow a guy with a condom to fuck you because you know you are going to extract the cum out of the condom and insert it in your hole. 5. You know you are a true cum dump when you've been fucked by 20 guys during your bathhouse stay and you feel unsatisfied. 6. You know you are a true cum dump when you want a really hot guy to breed you quickly just to get another load from the next guy who is unattractive with a small dick. 7. You know you are a true cum dump when you people watch and realize that you would bend over for every single guy you see. 1 - 7 are true for me. I no longer have a 'type'. I want every guy to unload in me.

‘Do You Want Me to Stop?’ I was headed out of town for a conference to London. I’d managed to get my company to pay for the flights, and to be able to stay on a few days afterwards to get a bit of a vacation. My boy was planning on flying out on the next night of the conference and spending a few days sightseeing with me. We’d both been working hard lately, and were looking forward to some time together. We’d even done a bit of research into the raunchier gay clubs, thinking maybe we could have some naughty fun together in a public setting. I was running late trying to get out of the office to the airport, and I barely made it through security before the flight closed. We started taxiing shortly after I buckled my seat belt. The flight was choppy to say the least, and I was super stressed. A very sexy flight attendant could see how tense I was just from my shoulders. This guy was a real Hunk. He leaned forward telling me that we should keep in touch after the plane landed and he was off-duty. ‘I’d like to help you relax,’ he said as he pushed a card with his number into my hand and stroked my arm. I was practically sore all over, and groggy from having not slept well, by the time we touched down at Heathrow. As the sun rose, I headed for the tube into town for my morning presentation. I felt a body press into mine from behind as I stood on the platform, and it was my Hunk, the flight attendant. He was taller than I remembered, over six feet, with broad shoulders and a tiny waist. Blond spiky hair framed his chiseled face. We made small talk as we boarded the train, crowded with morning commuters. I was drowsy from not sleeping on the turbulent flight and found myself dozing off with my head against his muscular chest. I apologized, and told him we should make a plan for that night after the conference wore down. The presentations went well, if uneventful, and I headed to check into my hotel. I messaged the Hunk, and we made plans for him to pick me up and we could grab a light dinner, then maybe back to my place or his to relax. We went out dancing, and I could tell he was packing a big cock from the lump in his trousers. We ate quickly as we chatted about what turned each other on. He told me he had trained to be a masseur and liked to practice whenever he could. He held out his massive hands, and I swear I started to drip precum. He told me that he charged all of his clients… I asked what his fees were, and they seemed reasonable. £50- for an hour sounded fair, plus extras… I stayed hard wondering what the extras were. We got back to my hotel, and the Hunk wrapped his arm around me as he winked at the concierge, who winked back with a knowing look. Back in my room and tore each other’s clothes off. He had me lay down on the bed with a pillow under my chest. I shivered as he started working my shoulders with his masculine hands, then lower to my shoulder blades, then the small of my back, then my ass. He cupped my cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing my hole. He crouched lower and started blowing air across my asshole. I instinctively tightened up. He told me he’d loosen me up for another £10-. I breathlessly nodded assent, and he started lapping at my ass. I knew I was making a puddle on the bedspread. He pulled his whole hair body against my back, with his thick uncut cock right between the clefts of my cheeks. ‘£10- more and I’ll put the tip in… Sound good, lover?’ I grunted approval, not thinking to stop and ask for a condom. Thankfully, he had got me pretty wet with spit and the head of his dick eased into me. I moaned as he twisted my head around, ‘£10- more and I’ll kiss you.’ I grunted and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I knew he was deeper in me than just the tip, and that he was raw. I could feel my ass getting wetter, so I knew he was drooling precum into me. ‘£20- more and I’ll fuck you until you ask me to stop…’ ‘Okay!’ I shouted. He reared back and pulled my hips to his groin. My Hunk pounded my raw ass. The sound of sweaty flesh-on-flesh smacking as his balls slammed into me sent me in orbit. It had been a long time since I’d been fucked, and a long time since someone other than my boy had fucked me raw. ‘You’ll tell me when you want me to stop, right?’ I nodded and he maintained his pace. ‘You know I swap loads with guys all over the world, right? Do you want me to stop?’ I shook my head no and his pace picked up. ‘I love taking and sharing my seed with guys… and I’m carrying a charged load… do you want me to stop?’ I nodded no again, realizing that I was already lubed with his charged precum, so why stop now? My Hunk plowed me for a few more minutes, jack-hammering his thick cock into me. My mind reeled, knowing how risky it was to take a charged stranger’s load. I wondered what my boy would think if he could see me like this. Would it turn my boy on, or freak him out? The Hunk’s head shot back as he started cumming, firing his charged load into my hole, forcing it deeper and deeper with every thrust. He flung himself down onto me again, still filling my ass with his cock, sliding gently back and forth. He groaned, pawing his big hands through my tousled hair, ‘That’ll be £100-, please…’ I reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a crisp new note. He took it, and pulled out, leaving a squelching plop noise and my gaping well-fucked, well-bred sticky ass. He dressed and left quickly. I called my boy and told him I’d just had a massage, leaving out the detail that my ass was full to the brim with charged seed. My boy was at the airport getting ready to board the plane to London. He thought that a massage sounded fun, and asked if I could book him the same guy for tomorrow. Fuck, what was I going to tell him, I wondered, as I fell asleep. My boy arrived the next morning, having slept soundly on the flight. He came to my hotel and unpacked a bit while I got ready for the day’s presentations at my conference. I told him that my masseur was unavailable, and we should try to find someone else for him, suggesting we ask at reception for a masseur, and I headed out. I got a message around lunch that he’d managed to get a recommendation from the concierge, and a masseur was coming over. I was glad he’d get a bit of relaxation in, and we made plans to go out on the town that night. A few hours later, I messaged him letting him know I’d be back soon. My boy replied that the masseur was nearly finished and they were having a great time. ‘He’s really sexy,’ the text read, ‘and really affordable. Only £50- plus more for extras…’ It dawned on me that the concierge had set my boy up with my charged Hunk. I then received a message from the Hunk asking ‘Do you want me to stop?’ I took a breath and replied ‘I’ll bring £100-. Don’t stop until you’re finished…’

This story is 100% true and happended yesterday afternoon in West Hollywood CA. Part 1 I was cruising Craigslist for some cock since I was only working a half day. I happended to come across an ad for a leather pnp top. I immediately started to get hard and could fell my cunt getting wet as soon as I saw his picture. The thing about the ad was the last two activities he was into. Now I'm into most anything as a good piggy should be, but this was very new and a bit scary, but I thought oh well...expand your horizon and you add at the same time. So I dropped him a line got his phone number and headed over. Here is the text of the ad. ------------- Love to get lost in the one on one of a long session of being sucked. Also into leather, domination, WS, verbal abuse, humiliation, light bondage, forced feminization, being rimmed, taboo perversions,99. Six-two, 205, gray hair, moustache --------------- Now I show up at his place, a cute little bungalow in WeHo. Looks normal outside, step inside again normal house. Then he takes me to his bed room and that's were it gets real and I didn't know how much it would turn me on. As I stripped my clothes off, I inspected my surroundings. Pentagrams everywhere, a sign that said "I smoke meth and worship S a t a n", iron stocks hanging from the wall, knives, just so much filthy, evil, raw sexuality. What you may not have noticed about the ad is the distinct lack of a few things..1. He tells me he loves to pnp for nice long suck sessions, 2. That he is a full on satanist, and 3. He's poz undetectable. So to this point, being married to a woman, I've never consciously been with anyone poz, but today was the day that changed. So there I stand, cock out, stroking it while he gets a few things ready. I see him pull out his leather gear, some toys, and a big bag of crystal. Now I've only ever done crystal once before, so I was a bit apprehensive about all of this, but committed to show this sexy leather daddy that I really wanted to please him. He takes the crystal and starts breaking up some lines for us, and I mean big fatties. He then takes more a puts it on a tray next to the bed and says help yourself to as much as you like, so I do lol. I pull a few more rails and then ask him if I can it the pipe. He then pulls out the longest, biggest pipe I've ever seen. Puts a few large chunks in and fires it up for me. After a large number of hit (how many I can't remember) I'm flying, so I figure fuck it what's a few more. His response was so sexy, he said if we're gonna get high let's get as high as we can as fast as we can, because why waste time. I loved it.

(thanks to versmich for helping spark the idea for this story) 1987 The Summer after I graduated high school I worked as a dishwasher in a huge truck stop. It was a combination of restaurant, gas station, gift shop, showers, arcade and motel. It was located in a Kansas town that was bisected by a few major highways. I only got the job there because of my friend Lisa. She was my age and had been a waitress there since she was 16. I knew I was gay but never admitted it to anyone even though most of my friends had figured it out...maybe even before I did. Most of them were girls who liked to smoke, party and have sex. Sluts, basically. I liked how mouthy and tough they were, and of course I loved hearing about the guys they'd fucked. Lisa had a thing for truckers. She'd been through so many of them by the time I got hired. We both worked the 10 PM - 6 AM shift and often took our smoke breaks together. On our back through the dining area afterwards, she'd make remarks about which of the men she'd been with. "He's Jim. Huge dick but cums too fast". "That guy is married with a kid, but we fuck every now and then". "Ed is the one I'm most in love with right now. He eats pussy so good". I guess I was developing a thing for truckers too. I liked their beards, beer bellies, caps and cowboy boots. They never seemed too clean either. I didn't get to see much of them because I was stuck back behind the kitchen, scraping the disgusting plates into a garbage can and feeding them into this giant machine that burned my fingers often. i also had cuts and bruises from this work. I hated it. I wanted to be out there among the men. The restaurant didn't hire waiters, but there were busboy jobs that came up now and then. With Lisa's help, I landed one of the vacated spots. It was great. I got to be among all these fascinating men and also chat with Lisa more often. I did well and the time went by a lot faster than it did back in the steamy hell I was used to. After a few weeks, I got used to some of the regulars and would make friendly chatter with a few of them as I cleared their tables. Every now and then I'd see a particularly attractive trucker and ask Lisa about him. She either didn't know them or had negative comments about their dicks, personalities or abilities in bed. I remember the night I first saw Warren. He was like something right out of a porn fantasy. Big, beefy, dark hair and a somewhat evil smile. He had a big gut, but that didn't matter to me. I needed to know more...especially since he kept making eye contact with me. "Oh. Warren. He's a fag", she said casually. "At least what's what some of the other guys say. He has a twin brother that usually comes here with him, but I guess he's alone tonight. I think he lives in Wichita". I stared at him one last time and added a smile. It was almost 5:30 AM and we hit a lull. But Warren lingered, ordering coffee refills and pieces of pie. I wanted to think he was staying because of me. Lisa knew what was going on in my mind and pulled me aside. "Look -- I'm not judging you or nothing, but let's be honest for a second". "What about?" "I know you're gay, Mike. I've known for years". "How?" "Because you've never once looked at my tits and you just have something about you. I'm fine with it, but I know you want to flirt with Warren. Don't. He's got that deadly gay cancer..or so I've been told". "You mean AIDS?" "Yeah. I should have told you that before you touched any of his dirty plates". I knew enough about things to know you didn't catch the disease that way. I also knew you couldn't catch anything by flirting. "Thanks, Lisa, but I'm not going to do anything with him. He might not even like me". "Oh he likes you alright. I can tell these things". 6 AM. Lisa and I usually walked out together, but my relief hadn't shown up yet and the manager asked me to stay until he got here. "Please? You'll get overtime and only one guy is here". "No problem". "Go see if we wants more pie. He's ordered four pieces already. Jesus -- nobody's showing up on time this morning". It was true. The morning shift was only now starting to trickle in. I approached Warren's table, fixated on his sexy stare. Ya working a double-shift or something?" "No. The guy who is supposed to relieve me isn't here, so I'm staying until he gets here". "You mean him?" he asked pointing behind me. Travis had finally shown up. Of course he always had to go straight to the bathroom to get high before he clocked in. "Yeah. He'll be here in about ten minutes. You want more coffee or more pie?" "Jesus, no! I'm so wired on sugar and caffeine right now. I got a room upstairs, but I'm too hyper now to sleep. When the other guy finally comes back, meet me in the arcade and I'll kick your ass at pool or pinball". "Sure". He hefted his giant body up off the chair, payed his bill and gave me one last look before heading down the hall to where all the games were. Travis appeared at my side. "Sorry you had to stay. Larry already tore me a new one. Go home, buddy". I took off my apron and went directly to the arcade. There was Warren, lumbering over a pinball game and cussing. That game was pretty tricky, but I was an expert at it. Warren finished the game and turned to look at me. "Goddamn, boy! Look how skinny you are! Don't you get free food here?" "Yeah, but bussing tables kills your appetite". "Makes sense. Hey, I loaded a mess of quarters in already. Ready to play?" So we played and it was pretty obvious that I'd mastered the machine and was beating him pretty badly. Maybe he was just trying to distract me, but he kept asking questions during my turn. "How old are you? What's your name?" "I turned 18 in March. Name is 'Mike'". "You live here in town?" "Yep. My whole life". I was still kicking ass at the game, so he kept asking questions. "Got a girlfriend?" I shook my head. "Why not?" "Just don't". I was going to break my high score. He tried a different tact and stood closer to me. I could feel his crotch touch the side of my stomach and his hot breath on top of my head. That worked. I lost the ball down the middle and stepped aside to let him have his turn. "I'm Warren, by the way. I'm staying here in the motel tonight. Gotta take a load of steel fence up to Topeka tomorrow". He reached into his shirt pocket and handed me a pack of cigarettes. "Light a couple for us. I'm not letting you win this without a fight". I turned away and lit both smokes. I put one in my mouth and tried handing the other to Warren. "Not just yet. Hold it for me, OK?" He was getting the hang of it now. I looked around at the other games. "Centipede" was next to us and I hated it. Too fast and too nerve-wracking. "Hey, Mike. I'm on a roll here. Can you take a look down and see if I'm holding the flipper buttons right? I want to be as good as you are". I looked down. His fucking naked cut cock was hanging out of his fly. "Well? How's it look?" "Perfect, Warren. Very nice form". He stepped away from the machine and the game was over. I'd won. He stood inches from me with his exposed dick twitching. He moved closer and kissed me hard on the mouth. "Touch it, Mike". I did without even thinking. It was fat and getting harder. I wanted to keep doing it, but I knew there was a security camera in the corner. "You got a room here. We're on video right now and should probably leave". "You bet. Let's go". I followed him back past the shower room and the completely dead gift shop. We climbed some carpeted stairs and there was his room. He unlocked it and ushered me in. All the lights were on as was the TV. "Have a seat". I sat down on the edge of one of the beds. "Hey Brad! You on the toilet or something? Get out here!" Warren turned to me. "My brother and I travel together. He's cool". In walked a man who looked just like his brother. Same dark beard, same build and same beer belly. He was just wearing underwear. He was so large and so covered with hair (front and back). "What you got here, Warren?" "I brought us a virgin for the night. Keep him company. I gotta get let go of about a gallon of coffee". Wow. I was in this now. "You really a virgin?" "Yeah. I guess". "We'll help you with that. Got condoms with you?" "Uh. No." "Good. I mean, good for us, but not so much for you". He took off his underwear and sprawled back in the other bed. His dick was identical to his brother's...and getting super hard right before my eyes. "Take off your clothes, kid. Lay back and relax a little". I did as told. As I adjusted to the comfort of being off my feet after 9 hours, I thought about the mattress beneath me. How many truckers had fucked on this thing?? I started to sit up on my elbows, but Brad had climbed on top of me. "You like sucking dick?" "I-I don't know. Never done it before". "You're going to love it!". He straddled my chest and aimed his meat right at my face. He was so heavy. He moved farther up until the big purple head was on my lips. I licked it and kissed it. He slowly got closer and I had about a third of it in my mouth. I did indeed love it. But when he tried getting it down my throat, my gag reflex protested. "Shh. Shh. I'll go slower. Pretend you're yawning". As soon as I did that he shoved it straight into my windpipe. No air. "Good boy. In a few hours, you'll be an expert. Thanks for letting me pop your throat cherry. I'm going to pump now". He thrust his hips into my face and I reached my hands around and grabbed his hairy ass. "That's it. That's it". He kept pumping back and forth and then stopped. I felt a thick liquid go past my tonsils. Semen was going down my throat. It was warm and I liked it. He let a few more drops out onto my tongue and then rolled over. It wasn't real. None of this was actually happening. Was it? Two hours again I was carrying trays of dirty plates and cups in a restaurant. Warren was standing off to the side, watching everything. He was jerking himself into a frenzy. "I get the other end, Mike". He was panting like a dog. And then he was on top of me. Aroused and breathless, he got right to work. He tried getting his own giant dick into my ass, but it just wouldn't fit...even after he added a bunch of spit to my hole. "Brad. Get back to his mouth and see if you can get him aroused. It's like trying to bust through concrete down here". The bother was straddling my face again. He wasn't at a full hard-on yet, but close. "Maybe if he licks my ass a little...." "Go for it. I'm gettin' nowhere here". And then Brad position his giant furry ass right on my face. I was supposed to kiss it? lick it? I did both. He used his hands to spread his fat cheeks apart and planted that anus right on my lips. OK. I got it now. I stuck my tongue straight up and wiggled it around. I liked it. I really liked it. Brad was moaning and sighing. "It's working, dude. His dick is completely hard now. Time to do this. Get off him so I can look at him." And then Warren and I were looking in each others' eyes. He pushed and pushed and then he was inside of me. It was the same kind of sudden pain I got from that dish-washing machine. I'd survived that. I could survive this. He moved in slowly. It still hurt and I had tears in my eyes. "Its OK, baby. This will be over soon. Push out a little. Yeah. Like that. A few more inches and we're there. The worst of it is over. Now hold on. You're getting FUCKED!" And I was. Warren was like a machine. He was thrusting in and out so mechanically. And he was picking up speed. ""Oh shit! I'm cumming!" And he left his load in my aching ass. Brad said,"I get it next!" "Chill. Give him a chance to recover. He just gave me his virginity...and probably needs a few minutes to himself". I got up and went to the bathroom. It felt like I needed to shit so bad. I did a little. The toilet bowl was red with blood. I cleaned myself up as best I could. "You OK?". Warren asked as he lied back on the bed and put his arms behind his head. His armpit bush was so thick and dark. I just walked over to his side, knelt down and licked the pit. "I think he's just fine, Brad". Over the next few hours, they both fucked me again and Warren let me have a thick load down my throat. Twice. We all woke up around noon in a big pile on one bed. Warren got dressed and so did I. "I'm going to walk him out. Get dressed and get ready to go...we gotta be on the road pretty soon". We left the building. "You need to know something, Mike. You need to know..." "I already know". "Brad told you about the virus we have?" "I know. It's OK. It's not like I had to go to your room. I made a choice". He kissed me right there in broad daylight. I drove home in pure numbness. I never saw Lisa again. She eloped with some trucker she'd had her eye on. I only saw the brothers once more before I quit the job and headed off to college. I'd remember them forever. Forever.

PART SIX I awoke the next morning with no clue what time it was, but the sun was already blazing and from the sounds of street activity, it was late enough. Definitely late -I’m sure that I was missing work. HE was sitting up next to me playing with my phone. I was a little surprised to see him here, but grateful, nonetheless. HE ignored me for a moment, and that’s when I realized what he was doing -he was deleting all of the contacts in my phone. Alphabetically he worked his way down the list and stopped once he got to ‘W’ for ‘Work’. Then he handed me the phone. “Here. Call work and quit,” he told me, so matter-of-fact I was thrown. “Huh?” “That part of your life is gone now. Accept it. Time to move on. And you’re moving on with me.” Huh. As simple as that. There was no menace in his tone or anything remotely hostile. In fact it was the first time I felt as if we were just two guys having a conversation. I hesitated for a moment, but it really sunk in that I had gone down a road from which there was no return. I was in all likelihood incubating an HIV baby inside of me (several probably, given the insane volume of toxic jizz I’d had dumped in me recently) and would eventually progress to full-blown AIDS if my recent behavior was any indication. Once I accepted my fate, I called work and quit. They were not happy, and they really weren’t happy that I was giving no notice. Gone is gone, so who cares? I doubted I would be needing a reference from them any time soon. “What now?” I asked HIM. “Now we work together,” he told me, slipping his arm over my shoulders and pulling me close to him. Is this really happening? Does HE want to cuddle? There was such a juxtaposition between the man who was raping my ass last night after basically breaking into my apartment and the man I woke up next to. “Work together how? I’m going to lose my apartment-” And cue the inevitable panic attack . . . “Relax,” he said soothingly, pulling me closer and kissing the side of my head. Seriously? Did he just do that? Maybe I died during last night’s sex and this is what my heaven looks like. Huh. “First of all, I like your apartment and you’re not going to lose it. As a matter of fact, you’re getting a new roommate,” he said brightly. “Say what?” I couldn’t help it. “Who? Not one of those burn-outs that have been using my ass at your place. No offense if they’re your friends, but-” “Not them. And they aren’t my friends, either. Casual acquaintances? Some of them.” “Then who?” “Me,” he replied simply. I looked over and frowned at him. Is this really happening? “You?” “You’ve seen that dump I live in. Your place is much nicer and I assume you would prefer to live here instead of move in there.” I pushed away from him so I could turn and face him. “How? How is that going to work. I just quit my job, and you . . . well, lets be real for a second -you mugged me so that you could make rent. Where is the rent for this place coming from?” “I told you, we’ll work together.” I still wasn’t buying it, and I guess he could tell. “Do you know how much you made me when I sold your ass? I paid the rent and then some. And that was just with those, as you called them, ‘burn-outs’. That ass is worth millions.” My heart sunk into my stomach. He wasn’t moving in with me because he liked me. He was becoming my pimp! Again it was like he was reading my mind, and he reached over, grabbed my hands and pulled me to him. “Relax. I think I love you, too,” he said really quickly before he could chicken out I guess. “I don’t know why, but you really put yourself in my hands and trusted me since we started this thing,” he told me, more pensive than I would have expected of him. “And I’m going to take care of you. That doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t take advantage of your slutty nature. I know that you loved having that hole of yours used over and over again, so why not get paid to do it? Do what you love every day?” I inhaled deeply, holding my breath and mulling over what he was proposing. What true pig wouldn’t want to spend his days with cocks and loads up his ass rather than sitting under fluorescent lighting in some boring stuffy office? I felt my entire body relax into him at that revelation. I knew I could do this. And what’s more, I knew that I could enjoy it. Hell, I’d love it! So he says he loves me -who knows if that’s true? But to have a man say that and still be willing to let your whore around? Suddenly I was getting excited. I think HE felt the change in my body because he laughed a little. “See? You know I’m right. I’ll work the business end of things, setting up all of your ‘dates’ and you just do what you do.” I turned my head and said, “Okay.” He leaned in fast and planted his lips onto mine. Not hard like last night, but an actual kiss. That’s really all it took and we were both in heat again. He needed to fuck, and I needed to feel him in me.

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On the way back from the bookstore and with cum from all the loads leaking into my underwear I was still so horny I posted CL ads to take more loads. Before I was even hone I had 5 responses, including from a couple that wanted to breed my cum filled hole. So when i got home I immediately stripped naked and opened the gate to my backyard and laid ass up and blindfolded on a blanket in the yard like they instructed. The couple got here first and one of them immediately shived his cock into my whore hole while the other fed me his cock. It was so hot waiting in the yard not knowing when they would get there and not seeing them whdn they did get there! While they were using me a couple others showed up and they all took turns fucking my ass and calling me a whore when they saw the cum still in me. Eventually they all breed me and gave me one or two loads. Then I felt a stream of piss on my back and then another. They all pissed on me. As tgey pissed on me the last guy showed up and immediately started fucking my hole and telling me I was just a hole to be used. When he was done I laid on the wet blanket smelling of cum and piss. A happy whore .... but still wanting even more cock.

Have to post this now to try and find out in my mind what the hell happened? I am, or had been, totally straight. Married, kids and no thoughts whatever of gay sex. Then the following happened and I am still trying to figure out how? There is a small park near my home that I pass by on the way to and from work a lot. Had stopped there a few times to use the toilet (an old fashion outhouse type-one holer). Seldom if ever saw anyone there at all. Park almost always either empty or maybe there would be one guy sitting at a table or sometimes some families had small gatherings there but most times empty. Then a couple of days ago as I was coming home from work and had to pee really badly, I pulled in to find about two dozen motorcycles there. Looked like all guys and they seemed to be drinking and playing soccer. I didn't really pay much attention as I just headed to the toilet in a hurry and there was nobody back where that was. On the way back, I stopped to watch them kick the ball around a little bit. I walked closer to watch a bit as I was bored anyway and going home was to be boring as wife was at least two hours from getting off of work, so no big hurry. They had stuck what looked like tent poles in the ground for their goals and it looked like a pretty lively game. One of the guys happened to turn around and noticed me standing there watching and got up and walked over and asked if I was from around there? I told him I was and he said they were all from out of state and just passing through and were taking a break. He said, "Why not have a seat and be comfortable for a bit." I said sure and we sat down. He offered me a nice cold beer and since it was a hot day I accepted although I seldom drink beer at all (love my Rum LOL). We talked about minor stuff, kind of town it was, family, traveling and the game of course. Before I knew it I had downed about a half dozen beers and was into the game and cheering for anyone since I didn't know any of them. Some of the other guys were talking to me too and everyone seemed to be having a good time. At some point I turned to pick up my beer on the table behind me and stopped dead as two of the guys were standing behind the table and kissing and groping each other. I pretty much gawked at them as I don't think I have ever seen two guys doing that in public till that time. The first guy I had met noticed me about then and turning and looking, laughed and told me I should see the look on my face. I apologized and told him it had just taken me by surprise is all. He told me not to worry about it as they probably didn't care if I was watching them or not. I continued watching the game but now turned around a little more often as I was curious as to how far those two were going to go in public like that. By now one of them had his hand down the front of the others shorts and I could tell the guy was hard. I kept looking past them too to see if anyone else might come into the park but no other cars seemed to be going by. I turned back to the game again and didn't look around again for a while. When I did look again, I didn't see them at first and then noticed they had sat down on the ground and were mostly out of sight now. I didn't think any more of it again for a while as the game got kind of exciting about then.

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.

Kevin was browsing through profiles on adam4adam and once again found himself staring at the hottest guy he had ever seen. The guy was six one, 145 pounds, 26 years old, white, with a smooth nine and a half inch cut cock. And he was poz. "Damn," Kevin thought, "why does he have to have HIV?" As he had done many times before, Kevin couldn't help but to click through each picture of the guy's photographs, hoping to see more of the man's gorgeous body and enormous cock, but the most memorable image was the outline of guy's huge dick underneath the guy's bathing suit. The text on his profile always caught his eye, and Kevin found himself inexplicably turned on as he read it again "I'm poz. I fuck bare. Don't message me unless you want poz jizz in your hole." The first few times Kevin had read the man's profile, the message scared and repulsed him, but increasingly he found himself somewhat aroused as he found himself wondering what it would feel like to have the huge cock filling his ass with jizz. His thoughts were interrupted when the a4a alert noise cracked through his speakers and startled him. He checked the messages. 'Oh shit', he thought, 'it's from *him*'. The following conversation followed: hungpozfucker: hey, you always look at my profile. so i thought id say hello. dont worry, you can't get pozzed just chatting with me. kevinboi22: oh. um sorry. ur hott and all, but i dont fuck guys with hiv. hungpozfucker: no worries. it's not like i would let you fuck me. i would, however, attack your ass with my huge cock, if u were willing. Kevin found that his half-way hard cock was suddenly at it's full seven inches. kevinboi22: like i said ur hott. it's just the hiv thing. ya know? i wish i could see more pics of your cock though. hungpozfucker: i don't have any more pics here. look, let's meet up, and i'll show you in real life. don't worry, i'm not gonnarape your little boi hole or anything. i'll just come over, we can chat, i'll give you a glimpse, and then i'll leave. it doesn't hurt to make new friends does it? Kevin's cock was now throbbing as he imagined this huge cock being forced into him. "uggh," he thought "i wanna see it. i want him to fuck me, but not with hiv." kevinboi22: well, i guess that's cool. i'm a little shy, just so you know. and i only want to take a look, okay? hungpozfucker: deal About an hour later, Kevin heard a knock on his door. His heart was pounding, and his cock immediately resumed it's rock-hard status as he imagined what was on the other side of the door. Kevin let his new poz 'friend' into his living room. An awkward pause followed, but then the visitor took over. "I'm Bret. I guess I'll just break the ice," he introduced himself; and then casually pulled his shorts down revealing the longest and thickest soft cock Kevin had ever seen. "Oh my God," Kevin said as his mouth dropped. "Go ahead and touch it, it's okay. You can't get nothing by just feeling it." That was all the permission Kevin needed. He quickly got on his knees and inspected the beautiful cock as he slowly caressed it and felt it harden in his hands. "How big is it?" Kevin asked. "About 9.5 inches. Probably too big to fit in your hole anyway," Bret said half-smiling to himself. Kevin's cock was throbbing again. He continued to stroke Bret's enormous piece as it got fully hard. "Why don't you give it a little kiss since you like it so much?" Bret said while smirking. Kevin was scared, but too aroused to care at this point. He starting softly kissing the massive cock in front of him from the tip to the base, and back up to the tip. "Good, now give it a french kiss," Bret instructed. Kevin hesitated for a moment, but gave in to the urge and licked his tongue around the thick headed mushroom tip. After just a couple of seconds, he decided to just give up on the "kissing" and starting to go down on Bret's cock. "That's it," Bret assured him "suck that cock you've been wanting for soo long." Kevin tried desperately to fit the entire cock in his mouth, but could barely get past half. He kept trying with all earnest. After a few minutes, he stood up to take his shirt, jeans and underwear off, while Bret finished taking the rest of his clothes off. "Get back on that cock," Bret urged him. Kevin quickly obliged and sucked as hard and far down as he could. "Oh fuck yeah, use lots of spit. Make my dick as wet as you can like you want me to fuck your ass using your spit for lube," Bret insisted. Somewhere in the back of his head, Kevin was afraid; but the fear was somehow feeding the intense arousal he felt as well. He imagined this big tool being forced into him; and all he could do was continue to suck and apply as much spit onto the cock in his mouth as possible with each lick and suck, while he slowly tugged on his own cock. "Yeah, I knew you would surrender to my cock, that's it," Bret was smiling to himself knowing that he had won his prize. "Mmmmmmm" was all Kevin could muster to say as he gobbled and slobbered all over the cock he was worshiping. "Get on all fours now," Bret demanded. Kevin was both nervous and ecstatic to hear this. He was finally gonna get the cock he wanted; and any thoughts of Bret's HIV status were completely forgotten now. "Oh god, fuck me, please!" Kevin begged. "First things first," and then Bret licked at the tight little boi hole in front of him, "I need to make sure you're nice and wet to take this." Kevin already felt an orgasm building, and nearly came just from the wonderful tongue-fuck his ass was receiving. "Are you sure you want this now?" Bret asked, confident of the answer to follow. "Yeah!" Kevin said nearly interrupting the question, " fuck my ass with your big cock!" "You're ready for your first poz cock to attack your ass?" Bret clarified. Kevin didn't care anymore. All he knew was that he needed to get fucked by this cock. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!" Bret forced his thick headed tip into Kevin's tight hole, and with some effort had the first few inches inside. "OH MY GOD!" Kevin yelled, "it's so fucking big. Oh, fuck!" Bret continued to press until he was mostly inside. Kevin felt a pleasure unlike any he had felt before, even as his ass was stretched ever more open, and Bret's magnificent cock slid deeper into Kevin, certainly more deeply than any other cock had done so before. Kevin nearly fainted from the simultaneous pleasure and pain his ass was feeling, but after a few glides in and out, he got used to it; and then the pleasure took over and sent Kevin into pure ecstasy. "You like that huh?" Bret asked. "Oh fuck yeah" Kevin panted out. "Tell me you want me to poz your ass." Bret said as he thrust all the way into Kevin. "OH FUCK! Yeah man, poz my ass!" Kevin could barely mutter as his ass was assaulted with deep punishing thrusts. "Do what?" Bret asked. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin answered. Bret smiled to himself. He had his new cocklover right where he wanted him. "Do what?" he asked again, smiling to himself. "POZ MY ASS" Kevin blurted even louder. Kevin was completely under Bret's control; and was trying not to cum as he felt the big cock owning him. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin again yelled. "Okay," Bret answered, "get ready for my poz cum to explode in your ass!" Brett quickened his pace as Kevin started stroking. Brett started to unload; and Kevin felt his ass getting slippery and started shooting his cum onto the floor. Brett grabbed Kevin's waste tighter and fucked as hard and deep as he could as he unloaded into Kevin's hole. Kevin suddenly remembered Bret was poz and found himself panicked as he realized he was getting a poz load blasted into him. The panic turned into excitement; and Kevin continued to cum, shooting a huge load onto the floor as Bret continued to cum deep inside Kevin. It was the most intense orgasm Kevin ever felt, and he could not believe how much cum was being shot into him. "Oh fuck!" Kevin yelped as he felt one final jab of Bret's huge dick shove into him. "There ya go," Bret whispered. "Finally got what you wanted." Kevin felt a strange sense of relief and satisfaction. "That was fucking amazing. I never came so hard," Kevin confided. "Be careful what you wish for," Bret thought to himself. They both managed to stumble to Kevin's bed, where they then passed out from exhaustion.

I can feel my heart about to jump out of my chest as I check into the Courtyard in Chelsea. I am 27, in the best shape of my life at 6’1 210lbs all muscle. I am visiting Manhattan for the first time for work from small town Missoula MT. Tonight i am going to a bathhouse for the first time. I have messed around with a handful of guys but have always been too scared to do much more than JO and kiss. Tonight is the night i might try bottoming and definitely want to try topping. I can’t help but speed walk to my hotel room to get cleaned up. I google how to clean my ass. It seems my only option is to use the Smart water bottle in my room. 45 minutes later and a hole rubbed raw from the lip of the bottle, my ass is fresh and clean. The closest bathhouse is only an 8 minute walk. I don’t bother putting underwear on under my jeans, knowing i’ll be taking everything off in a few minutes anyways. I jam a few condoms in my pockets, and get on my way. Whatever transpires will be safe. I have heard of prep but don’t know anything about it, nor ever plan on having unsafe sex until i’m in a serious relationship. My goodness this place looks sketchy. The entrance is a dirty metal door with a dimly lit “Spa” sign above it. I go in the reception room. Behind the glass is a 40 something year old, 5’9 170 lb, white guy with a pretty handsome face, brown eyes, stubble, and looks like he’s pretty fit and hairy under his tight fitting white crew neck tshirt. I know he can sense my newness. He asks if I am a member. I simply say no. “room or locker” “umm” $15 or $35 “locker?” “okay $15, ID, phone, and any other valuables you want me to lock up and keep back here.” My hands tremble as i hand him my credit card and everything else. Here’s the key and towel. Locker 48. He buzzes me through the second metal door. It’s so dark and humid. It smells like a really dirty locker room and a heavily chlorinated jacuzzi. EDM music lightly plays through speakers in the ceiling. There is also the sounds of occasional light deep man groans and showers turning off and on. I see a few shadows walking away down a hallway. I find my way to the lockers, get fully undressed, wrap the towel around my waste, and lock the locker. As start aimlessly walking down a hallway I approach a shadowy figure. I can feel his stare. I don’t slow my walk but he reaches out to graze my stomach. He says “hey”. My eyes aren’t adjusted to the dark lighting yet. I squint and can see he’s a fit guy, about 50 years old, pretty fit at about 5’10 and 170lbs but not really my type. I don’t say anything and keep walking. He stands in the hall staring at me as I come to the first corner of the maze-like hallway. It’s a hairpin turn that opens to multiple paths with gloryholes. I stop and lean up against the wall. There is one guy about 5 feet in front of me hunched down giving head to a mystery guy on the other side oh the hole. I want to try that. My dick starts to twitch and fill with blood. Someone comes around the corner. It’s a fit 30 something year old latino guy. He’s about 5’8, muscular, and from what i can see a very handsome face. He slows nearly to a stop to check me out. My dick is now hard and throbbing. I reach down to pull it to the side in my towel and hold it. I can feel my towel getting wet from my precum. The latino sees me holding my dick, steps up to me and grabs my hand/dick and kisses my neck. I am startled by how assertive he is but also at ease. He’s sexy. He’s now full on licking my neck, jaw, and running his hands all over my body. My heart is pounding from the excitement. I can smell his spit and feel his heavy breath and wet tongue. I let go of my dick and his hand replaces mine. Both of my hands slide up his muscular hairy arms, slowly making their way to his built back. He’s very muscular. He licks his way to my lips and mouth. His other hand is now grabbing the back of my right leg. He’s scrunching up my towel to get a grip on my bare ass. His tongue enters my mouth. So big and wet. He pulls back and spits into my mouth. It’s shocking, no one has ever done that to me, but it’s so hot tasting his spit. I want this guys juices. All i can do is stand there, paralyzed as he takes complete control of my body. I rub the back of his thick neck with one hand while my other is grips his dick. It’s a solid 8” and uncut. I’ve never touched an uncut dick. Both of our towels fall to the floor. I have never been so naked, but his confidence and assertiveness makes me feel at ease. His dick is so slick with precum and the extra skin makes it easy to jack him. He’s found my hole with his right hand and fingers. His fingers are dry but he’s pushing hard and scratching his way inside. He reaches up to his mouth and spits in his hand, reaches down to his dick head, wipes off precum, and goes back to my hole to dig a bit more. It hurts but feels so good at the same time. He repeated his another time and adds precum from my dick also. No one has ever touched and invaded my hole like this. It feels amazing. His index finger is knuckle deep feeling around. He pulls out, grabs my waste, turns me around, pushes on the small of my back and pulls on my hips to bend me forward. I rest my forehead and hands against the wall. He kisses the back of my neck and starts to lick his way down to my ass. He loudly spits on my hole and buries his face and tongue in it. My head is spinning. Although my dick is untouched, it’s throbbing. I look to my sides. A few more shadowy figures have leaned up against the wall on both sides of us and are jerking, watching him eat my ass and probe with fingers. My mind jumps back to reality as I think about how unsafe it is for him to be inside me.. Spit is safe right? As long as he doesn’t try to fuck me raw. Fuck I forgot the condoms in my pants. I’ll have to go back and get them before any fucking. My mind races back to how good he feels on and in my hole. A shadow reaches over and grabs my throbbing dick. He spits in his hand and starts slowly jerking me. I grab his hard dick also. I realize he's the 50 year old. He has a decent 6” or so average thickness dick. I feel his precum leaking as I explore his dick and heavy balls. Im so turned on, I jerk him also. the 50 year old leans in and jams his tongue down my throat. His tongue is slimy but I still want his spit in my mouth also. I hear other guys to my right moaning and it sounds like one is getting head. I hear one growl “I’m gonna cum.. oh fuck yeah..” and his sucker moans. My latino’s right hand disappears from my ass cheek. The latino reaches over to the sucker and says “spit”. The latinos hand returns to my ass crack and wipes the suckers spit and i think shadowy figures cum on my crack and hole. Before I can think about it he jams his index and middle finger into my hole. Then a third finger. Then he wipes the liquid from my upper ass crack and seems like he's trying to jam it all in. My dick can’t help but throb. I feel my load building up. I am about to erupt. I moan “I’m close” the latino quickly stands up and presses his body against my back. He slides his fat precum wet dick into my loose slick hole with little resistance. What the fuck am i doing? I stand there in shock.. I try to push my waste forward to escape him bottoming out in my ass, but the latino pins me against the wall. He quickly thrusts three times balls deep and then stays balls deep in me. He grunts and breaths heavy on my neck. I feel him throbbing. He’s breeding me. I feel every pulse. My involuntarily flexes against his dick as if my body knows it wants to suck all of his cum out of his balls. He stays there pulsing. My dick cant hold it any more and erupts. The 50 year old continues to jerk me as I spray shot after shot on the wall and ground. About 15 seconds go by while the latino is pressed up against me and I’m pressed up against the wall. We catch our breath. He slowly slides out of my ass. He whispers “hot. thanks”.. I can’t find words to say anything back. He pulls away from my body. My hole is burning but cold and empty. I feel cum and liquid dripping down my thigh. The latino disappears down the hallway. The 50 year old takes his cum covered hand off my dick and licks his fingers. I bend down and grab my towel. I can’t believe it but my dick is still rock hard. I’m so turned on but so uneasy that I just got bred. I wipe my ass off and wrap my towel around my waist. I have to pull my still hard dick against my stomach. I turn my back to the wall again and lean up against it to regroup about what just happened.

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!)

The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped out PART 1 – THE HOMELESS GUYS SHOW AND FUCK ME UP PART 2 – THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN PART 3 – UNCLE JACK’S HOUSE/CRACK DEN – PIMPED OUT INTRO This story picks up after the end of - Joseph – Dr Mike’s Patient I Stealth Pozzed and Earned my BIOHZARD Status - Time for Phase 5 – Turning Joseph into a Stealth Pozzer and the Break Up A quick recap, it was time to make Joseph a stealth pozzer and to get him to move on past me. I got him buzzed, we went to a video store where they had booths in the back, and I saw a couple black homeless guys that I had fucked with before at the main library when I was there with Carl. Carl was a homeless vet I met through Dr Mike as told in the story Carl – The Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library and Matt the War Hero. The two were in their mid-30s I guess, very rough and thuggish looking, were always together, and for a $10 bill would do anything, and I mean anything. They smelled like god-awful hell, but they each had HUGE DICKs, well over 10 inches and thick, and fucked to hurt. One of them also had an ongoing case of gonorrhea, so his dick was especially nasty. I gave them each $10 with a promise of at least two loads in my ass from each of them, and told them I would give them $5 more for every dick they found to fuck me to – along with some very special instructions – and a generous tip at the end. The instructions were to make sure to find and tell Joseph once they got started that they had a whore they were pimping out they were looking for only AIDs and STD filled dicks to breed him even though they had promised him they were negative and clean. I knew one of the last guys fucking my ass was gonorrhea dick as he fucked rough and talked nasty, “Got us some fucked up pussy here, nice pussy, this pussy TIGHT YO! Gonna nutt up all in that pussy yo, big fuck nutt.” I had no idea who the guy was I was sucking and did not care. I had arranged for the two homeless guys who pimped me out in the video booth to come over for the night for $50 each. I promised them all the ass they could take, a hot shower, I would wash their clothes while they were here, food, a place to smoke and party that was safe and dry, and an offer to feel free to pimp me out some more and I would make it worth everyone’s while – basically I was their bitch. They said they knew two younger boys who hung out at Franklin Square Park, one just got out of jail, both had at least 11 inches and they had all gangbanged some white bitches together at a crack house before so they knew these guys were down for anything rough, freaky, and nasty. With any luck, I would have a lot for Dr Mike to add to his file. Now for the rest of my evening. PART 1 – THE HOMELESS GUYS SHOW AND FUCK ME UP I had finished up my final chat with Joseph, cleaned the apartment up a little, opened the windows to let in some cool, spring air, and slammed a couple beers as I waited, hoping the two homeless guys would show up. My hole was sore from all the fucking at the video store, but I was not satisfied as the pig in me wanted more dick, and I was horny as hell and hoping they would get there soon. I did not shower, but did let out as much cum and ass juice as I could to dry out a bit and create more friction, plus it had been up there long enough to make sure whatever toxic shit was in there made its way into my blood stream. I was sitting on the couch with the lights down low, drinking another beer and watching a straight porn when there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peep hole and recognized one of the guys from the bookstore. Damn it – I hate when folks do that and don’t buzz from the front door. I like knowing when someone is coming up for any last minute prep, but they were here, so time to get the party started. I opened the door, said hi, they walked past me, set their backpacks and bags down and I was hit again by their smell. JESUS! I guess the smell of piss, cum, and filth in the bookstore helped masked it, because now they were ripe! My ass twitched knowing they were swinging some big black meat between their legs. I also realized I had never gotten their names before, but in my own house the good host in me came out and I introduced myself and found out the guy with gonorrhea dick was Dwayne and his friend was Malcolm. Dwayne then turned once I closed the door and said, “Yo man, hope its cool, but we ran into someone else on the way. He has a girl and shit, but when we said what all we done to you downtown he wanted a taste. His thing though yo is he don’t want you to see him, alright? Just quick in and out – you down?” My ass was really twitching now and I said, “Sure man. So how are we going to do this?” Dwayne stepped past me and said, “Just bend over in front of the TV and look away. He’s in the hall around the corner, told him to wait till I checked it was cool. Let me get him.” So Dwayne stepped out, I took off my pants, bent over facing the windows with my ass waiting. Malcolm started to get undressed and sat on the couch, lit up a smoke, and slowly stroked his dick, which was already semi-hard and precumming. I heard Dwayne come back into the apartment, some whispering, then Dwayne walked around in front of me and said, “Remember – no looking. Just open up that pussy for his nutt, and suck me.” I opened my mouth as Dwayne unzipped, took out his infected dick, let me lick the head and stuffed my mouth. His big black dick head was crusted with a mix of infected ooze, ass juices (from me and who knows who else), sweat, and his filth, and tasted like rotten steak, but so good! As I started sucking on Dwayne, I felt someone rub a hand up and down my ass, work a spit-covered finger into my hole and say, “Damn, that is a nice hole, feels like pussy, you right boys.” He then pushed his dry dick into my ass and started pumping. I love it when strange dick never even asks about using a condom, and anonymous raw dick is even better, especially when it is pretty dry and I know the chance of them making me bleed and getting their infection is increased, or me infecting them! The guy fucking me kept a steady pace and worked my hole good. His dick was not as big as the Dwayne and Malcolm’s, but nice and pretty thick so I was enjoying it, although with a mouthful of Dwayne’s dick could only grunt to let him know. Dwayne was gag fucking me and picking up the pace as he was getting close, but slowed off and said, “Don’t worry yo, you’ll get all this nutt up that pussy tonight.” The guy fucking me loved hearing that as he grunted, stiffened, and shot into my ass. He pulled out, wiped his dirty dick across my ass cheeks three or four times to clean the head off, pulled his pants up, Dwayne pulled out of my mouth, and walked the guy to the door. Malcolm quickly set his cigarette down and wasted no time shoving his 10-inch dick up my ass. “Please fuck me,” I said, “Work that guys cum up there.” Like I said, these two fucked to hurt and Malcolm slammed in and out, spreading my hole wide with every thrust as he tried to hit my third hole. Dwayne came back, laughing as he saw Malcolm, “Damn yo! You be all up in that when I am primed and ready.” Malcolm laughed too and said, “Snooze you loose bro, this pussy was wet and you know my dick can sniff a wet hole out a mile away.” They both laughed again as Dwayne sat on the couch, Malcolm pulled out, and I sighed loudly hating how my ass felt empty. “You get high man?” Dwayne asked. “We got some good rock here with the money you gave us earlier, and me and my man here figured since you offered your place and all, we’d get you real fucked up and see what a real slut you can be.” I shook my head and said, “I have before, but it’s been a while, you guys may have to help me out. When you smoke that shit, can you guys get it up again?” Dwayne and Malcolm both laughed like I had said the funniest thing in the world and Dwayne said, “When we smoke this shit, our dicks get like this,” as he held up his fist and slapped his forearm, which I took to mean rock hard. Malcolm laughed too and said, “Yeah, we be like that pink bunny on TV that keep going and going and going – you don’t worry none, now get over here.” Now, recreational drugs was not something Dr Mike advocated in his treatment regimen with me – actively anyways – he did tell me to ensure I never got hooked as that would be a sign that I had no control, which struck me as ironic as I never seemed to have any control when I served him. However, times when I had partied during a hook up and told Dr Mike as I was honest with about everything, he just nodded, made his notes in my chart and once said certain hard drugs did have value in depressing the immune system and encouraged infections so he was fine with me doing anything as long I followed his guidelines and reported back to him. Dwayne and Malcolm started arranging stuff on the coffee table as they unloaded their pockets including a couple lighters, some bags of crack, some squished up wire, a couple glass pipes, and more. They asked for a couple plates, a spoon, and strong ass drinks. So I got up to get what else they needed while they finished setting up, and I also closed the living room windows and put a rug down to cover the gap under the front door just in case any smell tried to get out. Once they were ready they each lit a pipe, and took a few big hits, held it in, and let it out almost simultaneously. Seeing the thick cloud of smoke around them, their sweaty bodies, their huge dicks already at attention, made me so fucking horny – fuck they were sexy as shit! The smell from the pipes was a little sharp and Dwayne motioned me over to sit beside him. I sat down, he handed the pipe to me, I inhaled deep, held it, and when I let it out the fucking rush to my head was intense, then settled into a weird more-awake-horny-as-fuck-mellow sensation. I did it twice more, and handed the pipe back to a smiling Dwayne who said, “Oh yeah boy, he’s going to be a good slut for us tonight.” Malcolm smiled at me and I could not fight the urge for dick in my ass, so stood up, pushed Dwayne’s hands to the side, straddled him, and sat down on his dick. Dwayne sighed, “FUCK! That hole just swallowed Mr Willie up! SHIT! You want that AIDs dick? Huh? That what u need to fill that hole?” I didn’t say anything, just moaned as I was lost in the high of the hit and feeling his infected dick touch me deep. “You want that AIDs? Huh? OH FUCK BOY – you gonna make me nutt up in that pussy, nutt up in there – of shit fuck – TAKE MY AIDS DICK, TAKE MY AIDS DICK,” Dwayne said as he gave me a hot load up my ass. I rode every drop out of his quivering dick, flexing my hole with each stroke up and down, until Dwayne pushed me off. No problem, I then stepped to the left and dropped my ass down on Malcolm’s dripping dick and started riding him. Dwayne laughed, hit the pipe, and leaned back to let the high set in and watch as Malcolm then too shot his nutt up my ass. When Malcolm was done, I slid off, turned around, smiled at them and said, “Told you I would give you all the ass you could handle tonight, so I hope that’s not all you got?” They both laughed, hit the pipes, their drinks, and sat back as I licked both their dicks clean, tasting my ass and their cum and paying extra attention to Dwayne’s piss slit to ensure I got every bit of drip I could. “Come here,” Dwayne said as I stood up from cleaning them off. I stood in front of him and he pulled me down, kissing me deep, swirling his tongue around my mouth tasting what I had licked up. “Damn slut, yeah if you ready for it, we know how to work a bitch, don’t you worry.” He handed me the pipe again, and the high just got more intense. While I could still focus right I asked if they wanted something to eat, they didn’t, then picked up all their dirty clothes from around the couch, told them to dig whatever they wanted cleaned out of their bags, then threw it all in the washer. When I came back out, Malcolm was saying something in a low voice to Dwayne, who was shaking his head yes, so I knew they were planning something and hope it was more dick. “You like tasting my drip don’t you?” Dwayne asked. “Come here, turn around, I want to make sure your ass is nice and raw, bend over.” I bent over in front of him, he used his long, uncut dirty fingernails to scratch all around my hole, then stood up and worked his dick head around the scratches he just made. “Nasty slut, that’ll help make sure your pussy hole gets good and infected and you will feel me good,” Dwayne said. He then got up, asked where the bathroom was, and headed down the hall. I looked at Malcolm, his big dick, and realized that he was a good deal thicker than Dwayne. Both about the same length, bit Malcolm had some girth on him. Malcolm handed me a pipe, I took a few big hits, he took a couple then set his pipe down, got up, pushed me ahead of him over towards an easy chair in the corner. “Get up on your hands and knees,” he said. I did, laying my head on the back of the chair as Malcolm got up behind me, worked his hands up and down my sides, reached forward, twisted my nipples which made me yelp, then worked his hands back down to my ass. He put his hands at the top of my thighs and held me as he slammed his dick up my ass. “OH GOD!” I cried out. Malcolm did not say a word as he then pulled his dick all the way out and slammed back in. “You like it like that?” he asked. “Yes please,” I said, “Please fuck me, please fuck my hole.” Malcolm then pulled all the way out, and pushed just the tip of his raw dick into my ass ring and stopped. I was holding my breath waiting for it, but he just rested there. “PLEASE FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME!” I said, but nothing. ‘GIVE ME YOUR AIDS DICK, PLEASE INFECT MY PUSSY!” Malcolm grunted and slammed back in balls deep. He did it again, pulling all the way, just leaving the tip of his dick in my hole and waited, until I started begging and then he slammed back in, deeper this time as my ass just opened up. My head was now banging against the wall as he forced his way inside me with every thrust and kept going on and on and on. The man was right, these boys had no trouble doing a long dick down. Malcolm then pulled out and walked away. I was gasping for breath, and my hole was pulsating, still flexing from the beat down fuck. That was how the next few hours went. Malcolm and Dwayne sharing their crack with me and feeding me their dicks in both ends. Dwayne would have me wipe my hole off with a paper towel, so he could dry fuck me, then lick his dick clean, while Malcolm liked it wetter, so he usually fucked me after Dwayne when the juices were flowing. I was fucked up good and ready for anything else the night would bring. Stay tuned for PART 2 – THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN

I was always going to be a slut. My mum was a prostitute, and doesn't know who my Dad was (he was a client, she was 19). She then married another fairly wealthy client (the man I call "Dad"), who encouraged her to keep working, and introduced her to swinging and cuckolding. She runs a bareback porn website, and is constantly fucking other men (and women). Dad is into the cuckold wifesharing thing, obviously, but is also bisexual and gets around the baths quite a bit. I happen to know that he's versatile. They were always reasonably open about their sexuality with me, so I grew up being pretty comfortable with sex. When I was young, we moved to Germany. Dad's business had an opportunity to expand into Europe, and so we ended up in Hamburg. I think they were partly keen on it because of the more open attitude to sex, and particularly bareback sex. Mum started working in an "alles ohne" sex club as well, and they started running bareback swinger parties. Of course, while they were open with me about what they were doing, they were careful to let me choose how to run my life, and always told me that I had complete control over my body. But I was curious, and horny (my genetics probably explain that). And they certainly encouraged that! Every week, sometimes twice, mum would take me to a naturist health spa - completely non-sexual places, but where everyone was naked. We loved it, so relaxing. But it was also a great way to get me comfortable with nudity, and to feed my natural curiosity about penises. I'd sneak peeks at the men, and ask mum about them later. She'd tell me which ones she had fucked (she used to go more often during the week, and occasionally pick up men), though that was usually obvious from how they'd talk and flirt, and from the subtle stirrings in the men's cocks. As I started developing breasts and pubic hair, I'd occasionally have bouts of self-consciousness, and would stop going. But of course, my curiosity would return. As I became more womanly, I started to notice men paying attention to me, while trying to pretend that they weren't. I enjoyed the rush when I realised a guy was looking at my breasts. Of course, mum and I shared this, and we'd tease each other about who was checking who out. Sometimes I'd go on my own or with a girlfriend, and enjoy the different dynamic when I wasn't obviously being "supervised". Mum also took me to get a prescription for the pill, and ensured I was carrying condoms with me (she never used them unless a guy insisted, but didn't like to turn down opportunities for sex, so always had some with her), just in case I couldn't wait for the pill to take effect. I wasn't ready for sex yet, but she told me that the urge can come on pretty quickly, and it would be better if I was prepared, so I wouldn't have to risk pregnancy, or say no when I wanted to say yes (she was mostly worried about the latter). She also bought me a dildo and a vibrator to experiment with. I got pretty proficient at masturbating myself. She even took me shopping for nice underwear, so I'd want to show it off, and told me to always wear something I'd like to be seen in. At the same time, boys at school were becoming interested - we were in our early teens, and hormones were raging. I'd flirt with guys, and they'd flirt back, but most of them weren't ready to make any moves. I asked mum what to do to encourage them, as I hadn't even kissed a guy at this stage. She gave me a few suggestions, mostly about getting into situations where I was alone with a guy, and being a bit touchy with him, lingering eye contact, that sort of thing. Mum started making sure that I had plenty of opportunity to be alone with the guys, by conspicuously going out for the evening when I brought them home, and so on. It worked pretty quickly, and soon I was regularly making out with three male friends. The best advice mum gave me was to start each time where I left off last time. Guys tend to expect that anyway, but if you start with "now where were we?", you can skip the caution and, and of course, each time, they go a bit further. And, because the guys knew each other, and talked about it, they exchanged tips, and competed to see how far they could get with me. Of course, I'd share this with mum, and we'd giggle together like excited schoolgirls (not surprising, because that's what I was). She'd egg me on, suggest ideas, check I was taking the pill regularly, and occasionally tease me for holding back - of course, by now, she'd have fucked them multiple times over and be looking for more. I loved it, becuase it made me bolder. She also suggested that if I get the chance, I should warm myself up by masturbating before they arrived, get myself really horny, and of course, follow up when they left by getting myself off while fantasising about what else I could do with them. It didn't take long. One night I was kissing Jonas, and he'd feel my boobs over my shirt. Two days later, I'd be with Timo, and he'd get a handful of boobs and arse through my jeans. Mum suggest I wear a skirt next time, and the next day, Tobias was slipping his hand inside my panties to feel my butt cheeks. Back with Jonas the following weeks, wearing jeans, and he told me he was hoping I would wear a skirt, so I took my jeans off with him instead. Timo's hands were on my bra up inside my shirt a few days later. Mum had the idea to wear a one-piece playsuit with Jonas, who took the hint and suggested I remove it. I reciprocated and took his top off. The dry-humping was getting me very wet, and I told mum the next day that I didn't think I would be a virgin for long, but I didn't know which guy I wanted to take my virginity. It didn't take long after that - Timo got my bra off, and I was in panties with him in just briefs. I got Jonas' briefs off and felt my first penis, licking the tip a bit. I gave Tobias a full blowjob (I didn't swallow, but did taste the cum). I told Tobias that I thought next time, we'd fuck for sure. With Jonas the next day, I did the same, but got completely naked and let him touch my clit. With Timo, same again, but he followed up by going down on me, which was amazing. He got hard again, and I straddled him, grinding my bare pussy on his cock until he came again. The following day was Friday, and i had Tobias over. The anticipation was killing me - I knew I was about to fuck for the first time, and was dripping wet the whole day. So much so, I could barely hold myself back as I masturbated while waiting for him to arrive. When he rang the doorbell, I was naked in bed, so threw on a dress and ran to let him in. As soon as we entered my bedroom, I pulled off my dress, and started clawing at his clothes, as we kissed like maniacs. I think he was naked in maybe ten seconds, and I immediately straddled him on the bed and started grinding. He was hard from the start, and said he was going to cum if I didn't stop soon. I lifted up a bit, took his cock in my hand, and guided it towards my hole. He asked if we should wear a condom, and I told him I was on the pill, so it was fine. Inch by inch, he entered me, and I enjoyed every step. It didn't hurt, probably becuase of the dildo practice. It didn't last long - maybe 30 seconds later, I felt his cum filling me. We fucked four more times in the next hour, and a few more before he left that evening. The next day, I was a bit sore, but happily so. Of course, I told Mum, and she took me to the sauna for a celebration, and then out for a nice lunch. In the afternoon, I had arranged to meet Jonas, and fucked him in the same manner. His cock was a bit smaller than Tobias's, and he was more gentle, and lasted a bit longer. He was supposed to leave at about six pm, because I was expecting Timo at seven. But we got carried away fucking, and Timo was early, so I ended up walking Jonas to the door while wrapped in a gown and wet in sweat and with my pussy dripping in cum, and letting Timo in at the same time. That was a little awkward at first, and I told Timo I wanted to shower and then we'd fuck, but he said he was far too horny to wait, and convinced me to fuck him anyway. His cock was noticeably thicker than either Tobias or Jonas. He came in seconds, his jizz mixing with Jonas's, and this set me off for my first orgasm from actual sex. We fucked into the evening. I sent him home about ten, had a bath, and then made myself a warm mug of cocoa as I waited for Mum to come home so I could tell her everything. Mum arrived back, obviously from a sex party herself. We exchanged stories, and giggled until the early hours of the morning. We worked out that in the last 24 hours, I'd had dick in me for about 8 hours, from my first three guys. She was jealous until I made her tell me about her evening - six guys, all taking turns with her and another woman, together. That sounded exciting, but also too much for me. She said that if I keep going how I'm going, it won't be long and I'll be wanting more and more, and would probably out-do her in the slut field - she hadn't really started until she was older, and didn't get really slutty until she met my dad a few years after she had me. Before heading to bed (to masturbate gently, of course), we talked about how I could arrange a threesome or foursome with the guys, or whether there were any other guys I wanted to try to seduce. This gave me lots of material to masturbate to, and by Sunday morning, my pussy was so sore, I could barely touch myself. Seems inevitable now, but that's how my sluthood started.

1998 I've always known I was going to be a writer. My dream was to work for a newspaper, but as I graduated from college with a journalism degree, most newspapers were dying a slow death. The internet had pretty much dealt a deadly blow to the printed page. Maybe it was denial, but I was still hopeful that I could work for a major publication -- in a newsroom that smelled of ink. I was 23 and landed a job at the St. Louis Dispatch as a reporter. I wasn't real fond of the city (they tended to turn up their noses who weren't born there), but I loved the work environment. I didn't get to do much except pull stories from the A.P. wire and cover the stories nobody else was interested in. Other guys might have been bored, but I was content. I didn't even mind being the one to go pick up lunch orders. The old guys I worked with barely ever talked to me, but didn't seem to mind my presence. About three months into my job, I started hearing about how "The Wild Child" was in trouble again. I'd heard about him in bits and pieces, but didn't know the whole story. From bits ad pieces of conversation I'd overheard, The Wild Child was this guy who'd been found down in the Ozark woods somewhere. He either been brought up in the wild or found there with no adults around or something. He'd been sort of rehabilitated an relocated here to St. Louis. This was years ago and he was a grown man now...and always getting in trouble with the law. It seemed like everybody always knew what he was up to. I asked one of the friendlier guys about him and he didn't know where to start. "If you want to know more, go to our video library and watch the documentary HBO did about him. It's old, but has a lot of information. It's called 'Ozark Wild Child' or 'Wild Child of the Ozarks' or something like that." So I went to the library and finally found it. My God! No wonder he was such a topic of conversation! He was found living in a tiny shack somewhere deep in a forest. He was all by himself at the age of 9, malnourished and sick. Investigators found out that he'd been raised by two uncles who were alcoholics and drug addicts. They'd abused him physically and never enrolled him in school. They went missing and the boy had been left alone for nearly two years. He ate what he could find and somehow survived before hunters found him. He was barely verbal and couldn't really help authorities with many details. Social Services whisked him away to an institution here in St. Louis. I guess they did their best to rehabilitate and educate him with only modest success. There was an attempt to "mainstream" him in a public school's Special Education class, but he only lasted a few days. He was "inappropriate" around both girls and boys in his class. He would also fly into rages, soil himself and shed his clothes. He was taken straight to an institution and not really heard from again until he was released to a halfway house at the age of 22. "John" was the fake name they gave him. He behaved himself for a while, but then started getting in trouble again. He'd been accused of indecent exposure multiple times and also of molesting two women in he park. He spent 18 months in prison and then placed in a stricter halfway home. He was ultimately allowed the freedom to live on his own, but pretty much unemployable. The last segment of the program was an interview with him in his little subsidized apartment. I was immediately struck by how darkly good-looking he was. He had long black hair and a messy beard, but his eyes were black and deeply sorrowful. He wasn't very good with words but mumbled something about trying to learn and be "a better person". The End. I stayed in the library and used the computer to search for more about John since the documentary came out three years ago. I finally found out what all the whispering was about. Apparently, he'd been arrested several times for groping and molesting men and women. Two women had accused him of giving them a venereal disease, but never showed up to court to testify. It was alleged he was infected with HIV as well. He was imprisoned again, but was free as of two months ago. Now there was word he was back to his old ways, but nothing had been confirmed. I learned from one of the secretaries that there were certain parks that were always empty because The Wild Man had been seen there. I needed to know more. No detail was too small. I went to my manager and asked if I could do a follow-up on John, but he refused. '"We're liable for anything that happens to you on the job. I'm not sending you somewhere to get raped or killed and then get sued. Drop it". I went back to my regular job of covering civil cases and boring city hall news. There was a round of lay-offs and my manager was let go. I made an appointment to see the editor. I wanted this story to happen. "What's your name?" "My name is Dennis, Sir. I've been here for almost a year. I'm a good writer". "Dennis, huh? Well, I'm going to tell you some things that you can never repeat...to ANYONE. Can I trust you?" "Absolutely". I was holding my breath. "First of all -- This paper is being purchased by a big conglomerate, so it's not gonna be my problem if you put yourself in danger. I could give a shit if Wild Man cuts your throat, but I'd like a nice severance when I leave here next month. If you write something that sells a lot of papers, it'll be more money in my pocket". And then he handed me two pieces of paper. "That one page contains the contact information for his social worker. The second is the contact information for Wild Man himself. I got it from a cop who's one of my best drinking buddies. Use whichever one you want. Now get out of my office". I took the pages and stood up to leave, "Dennis? You got any family?" "Yes sir. My parents and two younger sisters. They live in Colorado". "Give them a call this weekend. Say 'hello' and talk". "I will". I didn't. I was too eager for a call to Wild Man. I sat on my living room floor and dialed his number. "Hello. Hi." "Is this John?" "Yes. It is John. Who are you?" "My name is Dennis. I'm a reporter for The Dispatch". (silence) "But that's just what I do for a job. I'd like to meet you". "As my friend?" "Yes. I want to meet you and talk to you as a friend". "I like friends. You sound like a friend. Come over now". What? Now? I was prepared to maybe meet him next week sometime, but now? It was almost nighttime. "OK. Would you like me to bring you anything?" "Yes. Bring me a hamburger please. I am hungry". "OK. I'm not far away. I'll be there soon". I grabbed a notebook, some pens and left. I stopped at Wendy's and bought the biggest, loaded-up burger they had. He didn't live that far away. I drove past a park that was one of the ones he'd been rumored to haunt. His building was well-maintained but very sad looking...as was the rest of the neighborhood. At least my car was too crappy to steal. I knocked on his door. And there he was. Wild Man. He'd cleaned himself up a little since the documentary. His beard was gone and replaced with just some dark stubble. He'd also had an extreme haircut -- probably by an amateur. It was short but very uneven. He was thin and just a shade taller than me. "Come inside, Dennis. Is that my hamburger?" He motioned toward the bag I was carrying. "Yeah. I hope you like it". He took if from me and asked me what the notebook was for. "That is a very nice notebook. I can do the whole alphabet -- let me show you". He was only wearing a pair of jockey shorts that looked brand new. I thought he was going to eat the burger, but put it in a cabinet instead. If I'm not mistaken, I saw two full glasses of milk in there too. Weird. He had me sit on the floor with him as he took my notebook and a pen and started slowly writing out the alphabet. He then started making a drawing of sorts. Wild Man proudly showed the page to me. The alphabet was crude, but accurate except for the exclusion of the letter "J". The drawing kind of looked like a kite...or a house...or something. "That is yours now, Dennis. You can have it". "You did a good job!" "I can do numbers for you too, but not now. Talk to me. Want to watch TV with me? We can watch TV". "Sure". He stood up and I got a good look at his body. He had a very nice bulge in his underwear, but it was hard to tell from my angle on the floor and the low lighting. "Get up now, Dennis. You can sit on the couch next to me". Cartoons. I might have guessed we would watch cartoons. John seemed just as amused by the commercials as he was by the Rugrats or whatever they were. "Can I ask you a question, John?" "NO! MY NAME IS JONAH! You be quiet now". Sorry". "QUIET!!!" Well, I guess I was going to watch cartoons now. I had my story already. I just had to remember every detail. 'i am sorry I yelled, Dennis". "It's okay, Jonah". More silence. And then I couldn't help but notice he had his left hand in his underwear. "I am very sorry for yelling. I will not do t again". "It's all forgotten now, Friend". "Do you like to have fun, Dennis?" "Yes. Fun is fun to have". God, I was talking like him now. "Let me show something that is fun". He stood up and let his underwear drop to the floor. His dick has long, fat and thickly-veined. And it also had weird bumps here and there. He started jacking off. I watched. It was amazing and somewhat hot. "You do it now too, Dennis". I slipped off my shoes, socks and pants. I was hard. This man excited me. "Shirt. Take off your shirt now". I did. "I can squirt juice from my part. but I like to make it last". I didn't know what to do or say next. "Dennis?" "Yes?" "The nurse said I have sickness in this part of me. Do you think I do?" "No, Jonah. You are not sick. You are perfect". "I want to have more fun now. Do you?" I did. I got up off the couch and knelt before him. I took his big, weird dick in my mouth. He almost screamed with pleasure. I started sucking him. That feels good to me. But you better stop, I have too much juice in there". I didn't stop. He humped my face and shot a major load in my throat and mouth. I came at that moment too. "Thank you, Dennis. I want to have more fun!" We sat back down on the couch and watched Square Sponge Guy for awhile. I must have fallen asleep for a bit. As I drifted off, I wondered what kind of STDs I had now. "Wake up. Dennis!" We were both still naked. Talk about unprofessional. "You missed all the best parts!" "Sorry, Jonah. What time is it?" "I can tell time! I can tell by the clock on the cable box that it is 11 o'clock. The phone will ring soon. Cheryl will make sure I am at home and not out being bad". The phone rang and Jonah answered it. I almost went back to sleep. "Wake up, Dennis. Why do you sleep so much? I want to have more fun!" "Sure, Jonah. What do you want to do?" "You know that place in your bottom where your bathroom comes out?" "Uh...yes." "Don't say 'uh'. Well, I can put my juice in there." I knew what he meant. "You want to put your part in my bottom?" "Yes. You're my friend and I love you. Let's go" I thought we'd be going to his bedroom, but Wild Man just pushed me back down to the floor. He made me get on all fours, and started mounting me from behind. He pushed himself slowly in as I tried not to scream. I let a small yelp as he went deeper. "Be quiet now. We can yell outside, but not in here. Want to go outside later?" He was still thrusting his wild dick in me and kept picking up the pace. Faster and faster. "I've got too much juice again!!!" And then he stayed still, holding my hips and breathing heavy. The Wild Man had fucked me. Boy did he ever. I had herpes, gono, and of course, HIV. My fault. I had insider information, but pretended not to. We stayed in touch over the phone for a few weeks as I composed my story. He begged me to come over again for more "fun". I did. A few times. I had a love for Wild Man, but we were better off without each other. So I wrote an article including most of what you've read here. The newspaper was sold and the editor retired. I decided to submit the story to "Rolling Stone" instead. It was reprinted everywhere and I got some great job offers from some big publications. I took almost all the work I was offered, but I couldn't leave St. Louis. It was my home now, and had to take good care of my friend, The Wild Man.

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Had a friend of a friend come over to hang out at the pool a few days ago. We sat in the sun and drank for a few hours and flirted a bit back and forth. Nice cubby guy early 20s with an impressive bulge in his trunks. We were buzzed when we finally headed inside and before I knew it he was grabbing and kissing me. He is younger than I usually go for but it isn’t often someone almost 30 years younger throws themselves at you so decided to go for it. I backed him against the island in the kitchen and placed my hands on his face taking control of the kiss. Soon he was moaning and begging for cock. He dropped to his knees and had my cock in his mouth. He let me push deeper and deeper into his throat until I was forcing my cock all the way in over and over. He pulled off and said he wanted me to fuck him so we headed to the bedroom. Remembering he had told me he had only ever bottomed before I wanted that cock in me first. I pushed him on his back and got between his legs sucking his cock making sure to get it good and wet. I crawled up him chest and kissed him some more as I felt his cock rub my ass. Reached over got some lube and put some in his hand and told him to slick me up and I reached behind me and applied some to my ass and then grabbed his cock—impressive 6-7 incher—and then slowly sat down on his cock working him into me. His eyes got wide and he quickly figured out a good rhythm and soon he was bucking his hips up and forcing his cock into me. He didn’t last long and soon was shooting his thick load into me. I rode his cock until he softened and then rolled him over and pulled him onto his knees and fucked my cock into him. He kept calling me daddy—again not something I was all that into but he really seemed to get into it so went with it. I grabbed his hips and fucked him hard ramming my cock into him over and over and over. Asked where he wanted daddy’s load and he said in me, breed me so that is exactly what I did.

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.

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

Totally agree Dr. Scorpio. This is scare mongering.

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.

I am with you all the way. I used to be picky, but now I don't care, all I want is their spunk. From anyone at anytime.

Part IV I was not sure what was happening but the guy on me stopped kissing finally. I was too breathless to say anything as he told me he was sorry but my ass just felt too good and watching his buddies fuck had him horned up badly. I could feel what seemed like his cock pushing into my hole and couldn't understand what was happening at all. He went on to tell me, in a whisper, that his cock was precumming like he had never done before and it was really lubing my hole up for him. He told me he couldn't stop now. I was so shocked I still could not talk. He went silent again and leaned forward more and kissed me again running his tongue into my mouth again and as he did I felt what must have been the head of his cock slide into me then. I groaned as it hurt some but not real bad. He kept kissing me and I could feel his cock sink into me more and more. I had no idea what to do. Then all at once I thought something else bump my balls and realized then that he must be all the way in me and it was his balls hitting mine. I couldn't believe a cock was buried all the way into my ass. My eyes had to be as big as saucers and I was panicking some now. He pulled back from the kiss and told me again, he was sorry, but couldn't stop himself. As he said that he was pulling his cock back out of me and then back in and again and again. I couldn't move at all and then he was hitting something inside me and I felt my own cock twitch in his hand. He smiled then and told me it was about time I started to feel the good part. I must have looked puzzled then and he told me he was now rubbing against my prostate and I would begin to love it real soon. He then started to just hammer my ass as hard as he could, in and out and in and out. Faster and harder and was stroking my cock with his hand also. He leaned in to kiss me again and this time I couldn't help it and returned the kiss. I was really flying now on the sex. My cock was about as hard as I could ever remember it being. His cock in my ass and his hand on me had me in overdrive. I pulled away from the kiss and asked what the hell was going on? He told me to just enjoy it. I dropped my head down some and then I felt it. The unmistakable feeling of my cock getting ready to release my cum. I looked him in the eyes and told him I was going to cum and he told me he was ready also. I then felt my cock erupt and he seemed to be cupping the end of it in his hand and before I knew what he was doing, he brought his hand up between us and licked up my cum and then planted another kiss on me and fed me my own cum. He kept his mouth sealed to mine and all I could do was swallow it. As I was swallowing it he pulled away then and told me he was cumming now and hoped I had enjoyed that load of mine as it was probably the last neg load I would have. I had no idea what that meant. He moaned and I could tell he was really cumming a lot in me and grinding hard into my ass. He then told me he loved my nolonger virgin ass and now I would probably be positive like him all his friends there. I still had no idea what he was talking about but it had felt damn good. He asked if I wanted some more? I asked what he meant? He then got up and as he did, before I knew what was happening, another guy had knelt down behind me and I felt his cock entering my hole. I yelped and tried to move but with nowhere to go he bottomed out in me quickly and started to pound my hole like there was no tomorrow. He was really just plainly pounding as hard and fast as he could into me and surprise surprise, to me it felt about as good as the first guy had. He did not last long though, maybe about 3 or 4 minutes, and he told me he was cumming in me too and I was sure to be pregnant now as he had a load measured at about 200,000, whatever that meant. My legs were so cramped now I couldn't move at all and before I knew it I had had about 8 guys fuck my ass. Everyone of them kept telling me to take their poz loads and get pregnant but that made no sense to me at all. Finally, the first guy was able to help me get up and I sat right down on the ground exhausted. I could not get my head around what had happened at all, but knew that it was probably just the damn drinking I had done. I vowed to not drink that much that fast again. Many of the guys there came by then and patted me on the back and told me welcome to their club. I thought they were just talking about their bikes or soccer. I sat there for a good half an hour with my pants, by know clear to my ankles, before I could really move much on my own. I felt my sore ass and my fingers came away with their cum and some blood on them that was seeping out of my abused hole. The first guy sat beside me then and told me not to worry as many times a virgin ass bled some but would go away soon. I smiled a little and told him I hoped so as I would hate for my wife to see much blood there. He laughed a little then. Then he got kind of serious and told me I might want to get to a doctor in the next couple of days though and let him know what I had had done to me. I asked why if the bleeding would stop soon anyway. He then told me what they had been talking about when they told me they were POZ, AND I WAS GOING TO GET PREGNANT WITH THEIR BABIES. My mouth dropped open and I could not even talk. He asked me if I was ok now or did I want some more? He was serious! WHAT A CRAZY DAY AND THING TO SAY TO ME. But, did I want more or not? I decided I had better call the doctor first thing in the morning for sure. As I got up to go, he told me they were camping out there for about 3 days if I wanted to stop back by?

Part III I had had too much to drink and just couldn't seem to move and was watching two guys really going to town on each other. As I watched the one who had been tongueing the hole of the one stopped and the other guy rolled him over and propped his legs up and went to doing his hole with his tongue now. I watched as he slobbered all over that hole and then his tongue was actually going in just like the other guys had done to him. Then I saw the guy start probing at that hole with a finger too and it slowly entered in more and more until it was buried all in. Damn, I had to get up and turn around but could hardly move. I started to rise and then, basically, fell over the seat with my head under the table and was on my stomach and just had to lie there and couldn't move. As I looked up again I notice the guy now seemed to have at least three of his fingers in that other guys hole now along with his tongue. I felt the seat move some and then heard the voice of the first guy I had met talking to me. He told me it didn't look like I was in a very good position there. I told him I thought I had too much to drink and couldn't get up for crap. He laughed and then grabbed me to try and help me up but that was found to be easier said than done when he banged my head on the underside of the table and had to let go of me. I dropped back to the same position I had been in before. Then he tried to get behind me to pull me but by now I was so limp I was almost folded over the seat completely and all he accomplished was to pull me back a little and then I would fall back forward. My legs got spread out and he was pretty much up against my ass trying to move me then. I was really out of it but it seemed like as he pulled back on me I felt his hips bump my ass and was almost sure I felt something hard bump up against the crack of my ass. We were both starting to laugh about this predicament now and he slipped and fell right on top of me and now I was sure I felt his hard cock bump my ass crack. I was somewhat put off by that but neither of us could hardly move for laughing now and the more we laughed the more his cock pushed against me and seemed to really be getting hard now and quite large too. I raised my head up to tell him about it and was looking at the two guys straight ahead of me again. The one had quit tongueing and fingering the others hole now and had dropped him down, turned around and as I watched, lifted the guys legs up and started to enter his hole with his cock. I froze completely and couldn't move or say anything. I just stared as I had never seen anything like that before. As I watched the guys cock sunk in till it was buried to his balls and then he held still for a little bit. The guy on top of me now, told me, wow, I didn't know they were going to go all the way there. He then kind of ground his own cock into me as we both watched. He then appeared to realize what he was doing and stopped and told me he was sorry but watching those two and the feel of my nice ass had gotten to him. I couldn't answer as just then the guy started to pull his cock back out of the other one till only about the head was still in and then thrust forward and started to fuck him then. I was still just staring. The guy on me was watching too and then all at once he reached around me and I felt him grab my cock. I turned my head to tell him he shouldn't do that to me and he planted his lips over mine before I could speak and was all at once kissing me and then drove his tongue into my mouth so I could not speak. I could feel him stroking my cock, which started to come up, which kind of surprised me too. He was kissing me and driving his tongue into my mouth and I was so surprised I could do nothing at all. Then I felt his other hand undoing my pants and then his other hand reached in and took my cock out and continued stroking it. I was completely hard now and having a really tough time trying to figure out just what the heck was going on. My cock was feeling too good to really stop now but at the same time I wanted away from there. By now my own cock was about as hard as it could get and when like that I wanted it to go off but was really conflicted about what was happening here. I needed to get away somehow. I then felt him dragging my pants down and pushing them down and my bare ass was now exposed and my pants were clear to my knees now. He had lifted up just a little to allow my pants to drop and then I felt him fidgeting around and all at once I felt his cock against my crack again, only this time it seemed to be bare and just as hard as mine was. I tried to squirm around to see but he had ahold of my cock in one hand stroking me furiously and was still kissing me, so about all that I accomplished was to get his tongue further into my mouth and his cock sliding up and down my crack and then catching on my hole. He felt somewhat wet there too which was a surprise. I tried to say something but wasn't able to and rolled my eyes some and could still see the other two guys on the ground fucking away. I stopped as I heard the one say here it comes and as I watched and listened he told the guy he was cumming in him good. The other guy was moaning and told him I am too and as I watched his cock erupted also cumming all over his stomach and chest. I froze again for a few seconds and then I felt something very funny happening to my own ass. It seemed like my own hole was opening up or something. I wasn't sure but as I turned my eyes back the guy on me was not only kissing me still but looking deep into my eyes.

Rafaele is about 5 years older than me, and always used to flirt with me when we got together. His family and my family all played at the same tennis club, but then he moved across to the other side of the city for college, so I hadn't seen him in a while. When I called, we chatted for half an hour, catching up, and flirting again. Eventually, we got down to business, and I made him admit he had a fake ID, and then asked where he got it. He joked that he could tell me, but then he'd have to kill me. I pleaded and asked him if there was any way I could persuade him to tell me. He said he'd tell me if I sent nude photos. I said that I wouldn't do that - it wouldn't do for him to have underage porn on his phone anyway, but I could come over and show him my nude body in person. He didn't believe me, but we arranged that I'd come over that Saturday morning. He told me to try to dress "older", so he could take a photo for the ID, and he'd sort me out with something. I spent some time trying different clothes on to get the older look, doing my hair differently. Eventually I think I passed for early 20s, and left to go visit him. I wasn't dressed particularly sexy, but still seemed to attract some attention from the men on the subway. That gave me ideas, but I put them to the back of my mind for now. When I arrived at Rafaele's house, another guy answered the door. Turns out he lived in a share house with four other college guys. I introduced myself, and he showed me in. Rafaele was in the lounge, playing xBox with the other guys. I sat down next to him, and set about distracting him by leaning into him so my breast was touching his arm. He soon lost, but didn't seem too bothered by it. We chatted a bit, then I whispered to him "so, do you want to see my naked body here, or somewhere else?". He raised his eyebrows at me, and I met his eyes. It took him a little while, but eventually he got up and said to the other guys that he was going to help me with some of my coursework. I followed him into his room. We got in, and he said got out his camera, and told me to stand against the wall for the ID shot. We took a few photos, and then he sat down at his laptop to start creating the ID. I felt a little deflated that he didn't make me "pay", but while he did it, asking me a few key questions, like how old I wanted to be, with me standing behind him and him not really paying attention, I quietly stripped down to my underwear. He finished, printed the card, and turned to see me as I was unhooking my bra, and almost fell off his chair, saying that he was only kidding about seeing me nude, and he'd give me the card for free. I told him I was serious, and asked him if he'd like to see me naked, because if he didn't want to, I could get dressed, but I'd like to fuck him, so we'd need to get naked for that anyway. Then I took my bra off completely, and tossed it at him. Flustered, he went to check the ID, and gave it to me as I stepped out of my panties. The ID was great, really convincing. I put it away in my bag, bending over at the hips to give him a good look at my bare butt and pussy lips. I turned back around, put my arms around him, placed his hands on my butt, and thanked him with a lingering kiss on the lips. He told me again that I didn't need to do this, and that my parents would kill him if they knew. I told him that I was sure they'd be fine with it, and not to worry, and that I knew I didn't have to do it, but I wanted to, and if he didn't want to, to just tell me, but if he did, to fucking be a man about it, and take what he wanted. There was a few seconds pause, and then he smiled, pulled me close to him, and kissed me hard. When we broke for air, I said "that's more like it", and he then really got into it. Soon, his shirt came off, and I ran my fingers over my first real man's chest - hairy and muscular. He went down on me, which was a first - I hadn't really thought about it with the other guys, and obviously, neither had they. Wow, what a revelation. His tongue on my clit, finger inside my vagina. I had about four orgasms, then had to stop him. He stripped off, and I saw his hard cock. He reached for a condom. I said he didn't need one as I was on the pill. He said "I guess you're not a virgin then", and I laughed, telling him he was going to be my sixth man, but my first real man, so it depends what he meant. We fucked for about an hour - he kept edging himself, to make it last longer - and I had a few more noisy orgasms. When we did it doggy style, he occasionally pushed a finger into my butt, which took me by surprise, but it wasn't a particularly bad feeling, and I'd emptied my bowels that morning and showered well, so I wasn't too concerned. I pushed back onto his finger, encouraging him. Eventually, he came inside me, and we collapsed in a heap. He put on a gown, and went to get some water, and I heard the guys cheering and whooping. When he came back, he seemed a bit red, and said that he guessed they'd heard us. I asked if he wanted them to hear us again, and he smiled. Then he asked if I'd ever done anal. I said I hadn't, but was willing to try, but he'd have to teach me what to do. He asked me when I last took a dump (that morning), and then said the only thing I needed to do was to tell him to go slower or to stop if it hurt too much. I said I would, but that I was really curious, so even if it hurt, I wanted to continue. He said maybe we'd just take a break if it hurt, and start again when I was ready. He pulled out some lube, set me in a pose with my butt in the air, and set about fingering my butt again - first one finger, then two. It felt not good, not bad, but definitely naughty, so made me horny and wet, so I played with my clit while he played with my butt. After my sphincter had relaxed, he got out a condom again. I told him I definitely won't get pregnant in my ass, and that I wanted to feel his cum inside my butt, otherwise we weren't really doing it properly. He lubed up his cock, and pressed it against my rear entrance. It hurt as it slowly went in, but I pushed back gently against him anyway. When he was all the way in, I told him to stay still for a while, as I adjusted to his size. I don't think he was particularly big, but it felt big enough in there. Once I was comfortable again, I told him that he could start. Slowly, he began thrusting, and I fingered my pussy, feeling his shaft through my pussy wall. I encouraged him to go a bit harder as I got comfortable. I fingered myself to an orgasm, which I made sure was a noisy one to entertain his friends. This time, he didn't edge himself, and told me he was ready to come in about five minutes. I told him to cum in my arse, and ... he did. The wet feeling was different to when it was in my pussy, but felt even naughtier. Afterwards, we fooled around a bit more, and he told me he had no idea I was such a slut. I smiled proudly, and told him I was planning to get much sluttier. He asked what would have happened if he had suggested I strip off in front of the guys. I said I would have been naked in front of the guys. He asked what would have happened then, and I said that I didn't know, but would like to find out. TBC

Later in the week (which was another good week, as I fucked all four of the guys at least once more each, thought I won't bore you with the details of each time, just know that I fuck more than I tell you about, rarely going a day without a dick, and barely fucking the same guy twice in a row. In fact, it's quite a turn-on for me that sex with four guys in four days is such a regular occurrence that it's a non-event and not worth telling you about), as Jonas and I were fooling about naked, ready to fuck, he reminded me that on Friday, I had told him I was a slut and wanted more cock. Remembering this made me horny, and I pulled his hard dick into my wet pussy and wrapped my legs tight around his back. He asked if I meant more of his, Michael's and the others' cocks, or more new cocks, and I just said "yes", grinding harder. "What if I found you a new cock?" he said. "You mean, if you found a guy who wants to fuck me, and brought him here, and he fucked me?" I asked, feigning innocence - this was exactly what I'd hoped he'd meant. "Yeah, a guy who wants to fuck you", he responded, a bit careful to see if this was what I wanted. "What would he do to me?" I asked, fluttering my eyelids while tweaking my nipples to make it more obvious that I was feigning innocence. Jonas took the hint and went on to describe how he would bring this imaginary guy over to my house with him, how they'd take me to my bedroom, and start feeling me up, kissing me, undressing me. He told me in detail how they'd remove each article of my clothing and their own, rub their dicks on my pussy, and then take turns fucking me until he came in me, with Jonas following up afterwards. The whole time, I encouraged him with slutty verbal talk - "yes, oh, yes, more" and asking questions for more detail: "Would he fuck me slowly and gently, or hard and fast?". Jonas said all the right things, and I came three times as he fucked me, before he finally emptied his balls in my pussy. "You got pretty horny while I said all that. Shall I find someone for real?" Jonas panted as he lay recovering, and I rubbed his cum into my clit. "Yes, please find me a new cock", I smiled as I straddled him again, trying to resuscitate his softening cock (successfully). "Do you want someone you know, or a stranger?" Jonas asked, "and would you want to do anything, like a date, or talking, or something first, or just straight to bed like we talked about?" "Don't plan it too much, or don't tell me about the plan. Just surprise me by turning up here with someone when you come over one night, and then you take the lead." My voice quivered as I said this - I could hardly believe myself. I was going to fuck someone and I didn't know who it was. My pussy quivered as well, as I came on Jonas' cock again. "And what if you change your mind?" Jonas asked. He's dominant, yet thoughtful and caring, and brings out my slutty side - I like this man. If I wasn't already fucking him, I'd want to. "I don't think I will, but if I do, then I want you to try to turn me on more: get a bit dominant, kiss me, finger me, talk dirty, remind me I'm a slut and want more cock - anything to turn me on. Don't just stop if I say no - I want you to keep going. If I really want to stop, let's think of a safe word, but some other time. Right now, I want to fuck, and think about what you and the mystery man will do to me, even if I say no". We fucked twice more, he went home. I'd set the wheels in motion, and there was no turning back now. The anticipation was killing me, so I masturbated again. When I told Mum the plan the next day, she was amazed at my dirty mind. Dad said maybe he'd have a word with Jonas, and Mum smacked his butt and told him that I was off limits, as we all laughed. The taboo was a bit of a turn-on for me though, and my nipples hardened. A bit concerned they'd notice, I just said that I get really horny thinking that I'll be having sex with a new guy soon, but I don't know who or when.

On Sunday, Michael messaged me to say he'd had a great time, and would I like to do it again. In a slutty mood (the best type), I responded "Yes, but not the movie part ;-). Busy now? Come over." I hadn't fucked anyone since Jonas on Friday, so was ready for another session. With a few more messages, he said he'd be at my door in twenty minutes. Mum and Dad were at home, but I was feeling bold, so I told them what was going on, and they asked if I wanted them to go out. I said I didn't mind, as long as they didn't intrude. Dad looked at mum, winked and they went off to their bedroom, giggling. I listened at the door a few minutes later, and sure enough, heard the sounds of sex. I hope I'm still as horny when I'm old. Knowing they were busy, I made myself ready, quickly pulling off my house clothes, and putting on a sundress, with no underwear. Michael arrived, holding flowers, which surprised me. I took them, said thanks, but you don't need to bring flowers, and brought him inside. What do I do with flowers? Nobody's ever given me flowers before. Do I put them in a vase? Sort of derailed my plans to snog him on the doorstep, drag him quickly to bed and jump him. I took them into the kitchen, found a vase, filled it up, and put them in. He said I needed to cut the stems off first. I told him that I don't really care about the flowers, I just want to fuck. He was a bit taken aback, so I asked him where he wanted to fuck me - here or in the bedroom? He stammered a bit, asking if my parents were home, and I told him they were busy, and wouldn't interrupt us. The hesitation was getting to me a bit (seriously, what man hesitates when he's being offered no strings sex?), so I took off my dress, left it on the counter, told him to follow me to the bedroom. He grabbed my dress and followed me. I think he may need quite a lot of training. Once in my bedroom, I decided to follow through with my front door plan, and just started kissing him (of course, I was naked, he was fully dressed, and this was our first physical contact since he arrived - I found that something of a thrill too). I decided to tell him what to do this time, not so much as a dominant, but to teach him to be a bit more dominant. It sort of worked - he got into it, but always seemed a bit stunned. We fucked a few times, and he told me I was amazing and he thinks he loves me. We had a little bit of drama there when I told him I was just here for the sex, not for love, and he was confused, but seemed to agree in the end (and based on how he fucked me again, I think he was happy with it). When we dressed and he went to leave, Mum and Dad were in the kitchen, so we had an awkward moment, when Mum said "oh you must be Michael", and tried to start a pretty normal conversation with him. He just clammed up, excused himself, and basically ran for the door. At the door, I said goodbye, and he whispered that he was glad he took my dress, otherwise they would know. I just smiled and said OK, kissed him goodbye, and closed the door. Talking to Mum about it later, she thought he was in love, and this could be a bit awkward, but that I needed to be confident that it was my body, and I was in control of it, and I should do whatever I want to do with it, regardless of what he thinks. I said I didn't think it would be a problem, as he was getting lots of easy sex, so why would he complain... On Monday, I walked in on Jonas and Michael having a confrontation over me. It seems that Michael thought I was his now, and was warning Jonas away from me, while Jonas was saying that I was my own woman and could do what I want, and we should leave it to me. They were getting a bit loud, and about to break out into fighting when I arrived. Michael grabbed me and said "let's go", and ... long story short, I guess from his perspective, we "broke up". Though, not before I gave him another really good kiss and pressed my body against his, just long enough to feel his hard on start to grow. I told him that I wasn't his, and would do what I want, then went and did the same to Jonas. Michael called me a slut, and started walking off. I called after him that if he wanted to fuck me again, to let me know. This seemed to blow his mind, and he said it wasn't just sex for him. It was for me, and it can still be if you want - I'm up for it. He sulked off, but didn't seem to want to fight any more. Tobias and Timo then turned up, and the three of them took my mind off it with a little fooling around. That night, I fucked all three of them right after school, in a shelter at a park on the way home. I'm sure a few people saw, but nobody stopped - though one guy sat in a car parked with a bit of a view for a while. When I got home, with the cum soaking through my knickers, I sent Michael a message asking him how he was doing. We had one of those counselling type conversations that teenage boys seem to like to have, and I convinced him that I was serious, didn't want any relationship, but didn't want to hurt him, and if he wanted to be one of my fuckbuddies, I was OK with that. He said he wasn't sure, so I said well, let me know if you get horny and want to do it again sometime. He then said he was horny now. I asked when he'd be here, and ... well, we fucked again (I cleaned up beforehand, and put new knickers on, but made sure to leave some spunk in my pussy, and told him I was so wet and horny for him). When he left, he said that he really liked me, and the sex was great, but he wasn't sure he could do that. I told him that was fine, just be nice to me and my friends, and when you're horny, let me know, and I might still put out for you. He left again, just as Mum came home ... this time, no awkward conversations, just a hello and goodbye. Mum asked me how it was going, and I told her everything. We had a good talk about how to avoid leading men on, and how to handle various situations when their emotions get led by their dicks. She told me it's easier with older men, and obviously, when you don't know the men or they don't know you. Then it's just fucking, and that's her favourite. After that, she congratulated me on my first four dick day - it took her a lot longer to go from one to four in a single day. I asked how many she'd done at most, but she wouldn't tell me, just to say it was more than ten, on a number of occasions. Her favourite one was a blindfold gangbang, where she didn't see any of the men, and didn't talk to any of them either, it was just a few hours of constant sex. I asked how she organised that, and she said that sometimes Dad organised things like that as part of the swinger parties they ran, but usually her friend Peter in Frankfurt did these ones, and she liked that because they were men she probably didn't know. I didn't know Peter, but thought maybe one day I should meet him ... I smiled at Mum, and her eyes sparkled back at me.

In the morning, I dressed in a G and a loose t-shirt, still somewhat cummy from the night before (it had dried in my trimmed pussy hair, and I quite liked the feeling), and had breakfast with Mum and Dad. They'd been out doing something sexy the night before too (I think they were at a bi-party, from what I could tell by how Dad was walking, and the fact that he commented that it was a good night, but his arse was still sore), but had come home after Michael had left, while I was still loudly fucking Jonas. Mum had recognised his voice, and asked carefully how my date with Michael went - I think she assumed I was unsuccessful in bedding him, and had called Jonas up for a sympathy fuck. When I told her what happened, and why Jonas was there, she was pleased it had gone well, and was impressed with my slutty behaviour, telling me that she always likes new cock, but multiple cocks is even better - and better again when they are all new, or when she doesn't even know who they are. Dad mostly keeps quiet, but I can tell from his smile and the way he was sitting that he was happy. My nipples were hard, and showing through my t-shirt, which also clearly caught his eye. I'd been in similar situations before, but not talking so openly about sex with him, and I guess he was getting a bit turned on, and judging by the red face, a bit embarrassed about it. Mum asked me how I liked new cock, telling me it was her favourite thing. I said that I liked that it was new, but he wasn't exactly a star in bed. She said that the answer to that is to train him, and to keep fucking more men - some will be better, some not so good, but even bad sex is good. I agreed with her, and started asking for advice on how to find more men. She mostly talked about seduction and flirting and so on, but I already knew about that. "Where do you find men to fuck where you don't know them?" I asked She and dad looked at each other, and I could tell they were a bit concerned about telling me too much. They smiled and nodded at each other, and explained to me that most places they do this require me to be a certain age (which wasn't far off), and may require proof of my ID and age. Mum said that of course, some people use fake IDs, and they don't check very carefully, but you'd never do that, would you? I innocently shook my head no, and smiled at her - she smiled knowingly back, saying that if she ever found out that I had, she'd probably be in lots of trouble with the law for not protecting me. I nodded and smiled. Dad then told a story about a family friend who had a fake ID a few years back, so he could get into bars. Never got caught, his parents didn't know at the time, but found out later on when they went to a bar for his coming-of-age birthday, and the barman greeted him like a regular. We all laughed, and I made a mental note to ask him where he got his fake ID. Mum started telling me about her visits to the local sex shops, many of which have a glory hole. Apparently, men go in to little cubicles to watch porn, and between some cubicles is a penis-sized hole. She would go into the store, wearing something sexy, walk around and make eye contact with some of the guys in there, and then slowly head to the cabins, making sure she was seen. When inside, she'd strip off and wait until she heard someone on the other side of the glory hole, then lift the flap and put her finger through the hole. Usually, the guy would then put his penis through, and she'd start sucking it, then stand up to slip it into her pussy, fucking him until he came inside her. She'd stay there and fuck a few guys until she'd had enough, and then wipe herself off, dress and leave. Some places have two glory holes, one on each side, so she could go straight from one cock to another, and some had larger holes, where she could be groped through, or seen. She then showed me her journal, and highlighted the times she'd been to the glory hole - it looked like at least once per week, and usually with four or five guys fucking her each time. Not sure I'm ready for that just yet, but I have to wait until I had an ID anyway, and by then, maybe I would be ready.

I feels great....I jsy wish I didn't have to rush to the toilet to empty it out of mr do quickly. I'd much rather be pissed on..and maybe drink a bit.

Friday came around, and Jonas took me to the cinema. We arrived ten minutes early, so jumped in the back seat and fooled around, getting me nice and horny ready for Michael (in case you're wondering, not everything in my life is sexual. We also talked and joked, and listened to music - it's just that that's not the interesting part, and, I guess there's a lot of sex as well). He took my g-string off, and fucked me a bit, but I begged him not to come in me, and he held back somehow. But of course, that left me super horny and wet. When it was time to go, he made me repeat that I was a slut and I wanted cock about ten times before he'd let me go. I met Michael in the foyer, probably smelling musky, and feeling ready to burst. We awkwardly cheek-kissed, which made me giggle, because I would have fucked him right there if he was willing. We queued to get tickets, me standing a little too close behind him so my breast rubbed on his tricep a few times. My nipples were really hard by the time we went in to the cinema, just in time for the trailers to start. I lifted the armrest from between us, and leaned in against him, and he took the hint, putting his arm around me, draping his hand down near my boob, almost grazing my erect nipple. I made sure to arch my back when I laughed, but he didn't seem to take advantage of the "accidental" contact. The movie got started, and we got closer. I coudl feel his nervousness, and I admit I was a bit nervous too (but horny, and I presume he was also). Eventually, he looked at me at the right time, I smiled, and he went in for a kiss. It was all I could do to keep myself from jumping him then and there. I've gotten used to things moving very quickly (with the other guys, we rarely lasted more than a few minutes before starting fucking), so this was pussy-achingly slow. But eventually, the kisses became intense, and his hands became confident enough to feel my boobs on the outside of my top. I couldn't maneuver him under my top or up my skirt without acting like a complete slut, and I wasn't ready to risk him reacting badly to that, so the whole movie, my pussy ached to be touched, especially as I still had nothing on under my skirt, but the closest he got was running his hands up my legs. I got the feeling he was looking for panties, but didn't know what to do when he didn't find them. At some point, the movie ended (I have no idea what it was about), and we got up to leave. I told him it was time to take me home, but that he could come in for a bit. We hadn't really talked much, and without paying much attention to the plot, there wasn't much to talk about except sex... Made for something of an awkward ride home, but I did discover that he was a virgin, which surprised me (but explained the awkwardness). We arrived home, and I told him to come in for a coffee. I don't drink coffee, and I doubt he does. We walked in to an apparently empty house, though I knew Jonas was about somewhere. I took Michael to my bedroom, pulled the door almost closed (in case Jonas wanted to watch), put some music on, pulled him close and asked if he wanted to remain a virgin after tonight. My heart was beating - such a risk and so slutty to just offer a guy sex like that, but my pussy was dripping wet - literally, my skirt had a damp patch - and I needed cock ("I'm a slut and I want cock", I repeated to myself a few more times). We started kissing, and slowly, his hands explored the rest of my body, soon venturing under my clothes and finding I had no underwear on. He commented, and I told him that I often go commando, because I feel more comfortable. Painfully slowly, he made his moves, and I undid his top and his belt, until eventually, we were naked except for his boxers, which strained to keep his cock inside. I reached inside his waistband and grabbed his cock. He stopped me, saying he was going to come if I did that. I told him I didn't mind, but I'd rather he came inside me. He looked at me, like a deer in the headlights, as I released his cock from his boxers and guided it to my pussy. He came when he was half way in, and collapsed in embarrassment. I pulled him the rest of the way in, and we lay like that, him not looking at me, as I told him not to worry, and that I wanted to do it again. He just wanted me not to tell anyone, poor lad. It was great feeling a new cock in me, a new body against mine. Exploring and being explored by new hands. We fucked about eight times in the next hour. I had a bunch of orgasms, gave him a blow job or two, and we tried a few different positions. He was energetic, but needed prompting for most things, never really taking the initiative. Still, a good fuck, and I'd do him again - maybe I can train him like I did with Jonas. Speaking of Jonas, a few times, I heard something behind the music at the door, presuming that was Jonas. I saw his eyes once or twice too. I hoped he hadn't come, because I wanted his come in me afterwards. It was extra horny knowing I was being watched while fucking a new guy I had seduced. I made sure to give Jonas a few good angles of Michael's bare cock in my pussy from behind with me on top. I felt like such a slut, and yes, I wanted more cock. About 11:30, Michael said he had to go, but that he had a great time, and that he wanted to do it again. I just smiled and said maybe (I'm told it helps to play hard to get, but this is about as hard to get as I get). I made a bit of noise getting my robe and saying that I'd walk him to the door after he got dressed, so Jonas would know to hide. I let him out, and flashed him my naked body from the door after he got in his car - another of Jonas's suggestions. When I closed the door, a naked Jonas grabbed me from behind, turned me around, pulled my robe open, pushed me against the wall, and fucked me roughly with no foreplay, calling me a slut as he pumped his cock into my cum-filled pussy. He had been edging himself for a few hours, so blew his load in maybe thirty seconds, but not before getting me all worked up again. We fucked for another hour or so, and my pussy was satisfyingly aching. When it was time for Jonas to go, I went to the door with him completely naked, kissed him with the door open, and told him that I enjoyed being a slut, and wanted more cock. He kissed me hard, fingered me, and told me that next week, he'd help me get more cock. I asked what he meant, and he just smiled, and asked me if I was a slut. I am a slut, and I want more cock, I answered. He kissed me, and left me standing naked at the door. I went to bed, and masturbated, thinking about what he could mean.

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

Well this post will pop my posting cherry on Breeding Zone as it is my first post. So Hello everyone......I am a bottom and have never been bare backed but I do love to use my own cum in my ass. Today while fucking my toys I shot my load into a syringe and squirted it in my ass to use to lube it up for my Buck Meadows dildo. My hot load helped that big dong slide all the way in. I try to never waste a load, if I don't put in my ass I will eat it. Thanks

2. Jon "Got a package for you," the guard said. I looked up from my phone to see Hector looking at me. I hoped it was the package I had been expecting. It was an important part of my plans for Seth's party, and I had been worried it wouldn╒t get here in time for the weekend. "Thanks," I said. "It's in the back." Hector said. I felt a knot in my stomach. I knew where this was leading. "And where's Cal been? I haven't seen him for a few days." I had just come from the gym, and the workout had left me not just sweaty, but also horny. Still, I wasn't sure if I was ready for Hector. "He's been in Austin for work this week," I said. "Too bad," Hector said. "I've been missing him." Hector rubbed his crotch. There was no doubt why the burly Latino was missing Cal. Cal was usually the one who satisfied Hector's needs. Hector was the prototypical security guard, insecure and eager to assert his authority. Mixed with a deep insecurity about his sexuality, it was a toxic combination and it was reflected in his approach to sex. He was rough and aggressive, with a tendency to be very verbal and abusive. More than once, Cal had come up to the apartment with tears streaming down his face and bruises on his body. With Cal away, the job of satisfying Hector's dark, uncut cock was going to fall to me. "Me too," I said, as Hector motioned for me to head to the storage room in the back. The security guard put up a sign "Back in ten minutes." Not that he cared when he got back, but it would help to bound the experience. "He's back late tonight." "Yeah?" he said. "But my shift ends at 7:00." It was going to be me pleasuring him tonight. I couldn't tell if Hector was in a good mood or not, but it didn't matter. His cock was already stirring. As far as his penis was concerned, it didn't matter what I wanted. All that mattered was what Hector needed. He opened the door to the storage room. "Can't last that long?" It was my cock talking. As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Hector could barely control his sexuality, and never joked about it. I sometimes wondered if what Cal and I did for him was a safety valve, letting him release his tensions in a controlled way with participants that at least knew what they were getting into. I walked into the storage room. It was not the first time I had been in it, but it had been several months since the last time. As always, there was the single flickering fluorescent bulb, barely illuminating the room. Against the far wall, the locked cage ran the width of the room. It had only been a few weeks ago that I had come home and had to claim Cal from the cage. He bruised and bloodied from Hector's "games." Luckily, I had only been in the cage once, and I shivered at the memory. I wondered once again what I had just volunteered for. As I looked around the room, I noticed something new, a ratty old mattress, stained and dirty. It was in one corner of the cage. It was hard to tell if being thrown on the dirty mattress was a better outcome than just lying on the cold floor. "Shut up faggot," Hector said. It wasn't the words but the tone that hammered home the reality of the situation. Even though I was scared of what would happen next, my cock was playing traitor as it lengthened and hardened in my jeans. "On your knees." I fell to the ground in a motion that felt more like an involuntary reflex than a choice. I looked up at the Latino. He was smiling, the bulge in his khakis painfully obvious. Reverentially, he undid his belt. For him, it was a symbol of his power, and therefore, it required the utmost respect. I had watched the first time Cal had casually tossed it aside. The welts on his ass took two weeks to fully disappear. "You know what to do cocksucker," he said. I nodded and undid his pants, exposing a pair of white briefs, already stretched nearly to breaking point by his uncut cock. I pulled down his briefs, and his cock sprang free. It was thick, dark and despite how hard he was, the head was still covered by his foreskin. I would be lucky if Hector would use any lube to make the fuck bearable, much less some poppers or tina to make it fun. The Latino approached fucking as a zero-sum game, where any pleasure I got was less pleasure he got. For Hector, even me sucking his cock was an excuse to find new ways to get me to gag. I opened my mouth, taking the very tip of his cock into my body. Gently, I probed under his foreskin. If I knew Hector, he had spent most of the afternoon surfing the Internet for porn. The big breasts and wet cunts he had found had made him drip a bit, and the pre-cum had accumulated under his cockhood. "Oh fuck yeah, cocksucker. Lick up that sweat," he grunted, shoving his cock a bit further into my mouth. "Mmmmph," I said, working my way down his thick shaft. The entire encounter had happened so fast that I didn't really have a chance to get into the right headspace. From our idle chatter in the lobby to me on my knees sucking his cock, it had been barely five minutes. Nevertheless, my mood did not matter. I had to deep-throat the Latino. Hector hated any other lube than spit, so deep throating him was essential. My saliva would be my only respite from his ass pounding. "All the way down, faggot," he said. "Make my cock happy." I exhaled and focused on the cock already pressing against the back of my throat. "Yeah, it'll make your throat sore. But you like that." Hector grabbed the back of my head. "Come on. How many times have you done this before?" I didn't want to count; that would involve re-living the most extreme moments. I remembered the time he had practically choked me with his dick. He pulled it out only seconds before I blacked out. "Do it," he said, forcing my head down on his manhood. "Uuuuugh," I moaned, as the thick head forced itself into my throat. I had to take it, but every ounce of my being rebelled against the humiliation of his utter domination of my throat. "Eeease?" I grunted, begging him to let up on me. "Fucking feels so good cocksucker," he said. "No way am I gonna give up on this." He held my head in place; my nose rubbing against his closely trimmed pubes. There was the faint scent of soap, and the much stronger odor of sweat. In other words, he smelled like a man. He thrust his hips forward, forcing his steel shaft further in my mouth. "I know faggot. You can't get enough of a real man's cock." I looked up at him, silent and desperate. He was staring down at me, smiling broadly. His cock twitched, delivering a payload of pre-cum that landed straight in my stomach. He knew that every movement of his body was another ordeal as I struggled to accommodate his thickness. My obvious discomfort at sucking his cock only made him harder. Suddenly, he yanked his cock out of my throat and mouth. The removal was almost worse than the original penetration. But, the spasms subsided quickly once his cock was out of my mouth. "Stand up," he said, stepping back. He had decided that his cock was wet and hard enough to shove into my ass. I stood up quickly. "Bend over," he said. I bent over, leaning my weight against one of the shelves. It was full of packages waiting to be picked up. "Lower," he said, motioning me to rest against only the second shelf from the bottom. I stood up long enough to kick off my pants, then forced myself in the awkward and revealing posture he had demanded. As ambivalent as he might have been about gay sex, Hector still knew exactly what he was doing. By forcing me to brace myself against the lower shelf, I had to spread my legs wide, which forced my ass up. I could feel the chill of cool air against my hole. It reminded me just how exposed and vulnerable I had let myself become. In the position I had now assumed, there was no way for me to resist Hector's inevitable attack. My hole was exposed and ready for him to penetrate. The sudden chill awoke something dark and evil lurking within my body. I was no stranger to the passions of my virus. At the worst moments, it would stir, and assert itself. It wanted companionship, and it knew the best way to get it was through fluid exchange. Now aroused it asserted itself and made my only thought the need to get fucked. Hector grabbed onto my waist with one hand, and spat on his cock. Even when he had the time, he hated lube. "You know. Spit is all that a cocksucker deserves." He positioned his dick against my hole, pausing for a moment. "Let me in," he said, as he pressed harder and forced himself into me. As he entered, his foreskin peeled back, exposing his swollen cockhead. At least there was a bit of pre-cum to lubricate his penetration, but it was hardly enough. Not that it mattered. My virus was in control now and it wanted cum even more than Hector needed to drain his balls. I grunted, shifting my weight to try to get into a better position. "Stay cocksucker," he said, using his free hand hold me in place. "This is how I want it." I stopped squirming. I could feel each millimeter of his cock as it pressed into ass. Since I had no chance to prepare, his dick was a burning poker invading me. I moaned, more from pain than any kind of pleasure. "That's a real man in your ass," he said. He pushed further into me, the skin of his shaft rubbing against the tender walls of my ass. I closed my eyes, dreaming of even a drop of lube to make it easier to bear. "It's the kind of cock you dream about, faggot." "So fucking tight," Hector said. His cock was only seven or eight inches long, but it was thick. He was stretching me out. "Almost all in." I allowed myself a breath and forced myself to relax even more. Unfortunately, like Hector, the virus did not believe in pleasure. All it wanted that afternoon was another man in me, another chance to get re-infected. As I exhaled, his cock slid deeper into me and his thick pubes brushed against my buttocks. "It's all the way in, cocksucker," he said, and almost immediately, pulled back out. "Now the fun can really begin." I gasped, only to be rewarded with another hard thrust back into my hole. This time, it was at an angle and his dickhead rubbed against fresh parts of my hole. Hector was trying to find the sweet spot that maximized both his pleasure my discomfort. He knew what he was doing, and quickly found a rhythm of thrusts, parries, and withdrawals that left me breathless and sweating. He now had both hands on my waist and held me in place. It meant there was no relief for my aching thighs or sore ass. The only relief was that he was dripping pre-cum into me. If we kept this up long enough, I would be properly lubricated, and his fucking wouldn't be quite as harrowing. "Oh yeah," Hector said. "Almost there, cocksucker." "Please," I moaned. I wasn't sure if the voice was me begging for the fuck to end, or my virus, begging for his load. My arms were getting tired from supporting myself and pushing back against his pounding. His pre-cum was making his thrusts a little more bearable, but each one was still a painful reminder of his utter dominance over me. "Please," I grunted again. "Faggot begging for a man's load," Hector said. "Fucking the way the world should work." He slammed his cock deep into my hole and held it there. Of course, this was the moment where he had opened me up and lubricated me enough that his thrusts were no longer painful. He knew how to time it perfectly; when it became even slightly pleasurable for me, it was time for the encounter to end. "Fucking taking my load." His shaft throbbed. "Fucking breeding that faggot hole." The first spurt of cum was like a bullet, colliding with my body, lodging itself deep. Three more spurts followed in quick succession, each punctuated by a grunt of pleasure. As he filled me, my virus was briefly satiated. I no longer had the utter compulsion for sperm. I had a shining moment of clarity and was able to see myself in perfect understanding. Unfortunately, I was still bent over, practically naked, with another man's semen dripping out of my ass. It was not how I wanted to imagine myself. Afterwards, he paused for a moment, slowly working his load into my ass. "Hope JP likes sloppy seconds, faggot," he said. He pulled his cock out quickly, sending fresh bolts of pain through my body. Before I could even recover, he had put his dick back in his briefs, pulled up his pants and re-adjusted his belt. "Your package is there, cocksucker," he said, pointing to a small box practically covered in shipping labels in English and Chinese. He slapped my ass. It was harder than it needed, and I only barely caught myself from crashing into the shelf. "Clean your self up and take it." With nary another word, Hector left the storage room, leaving me still mostly naked, bent over, with a few drops of his seed dripping out of my ass. I stood up slowly, trying not to move too fast and cause my aching muscles to enter spasms of protest. I pulled on my underwear and pants, and grabbed the package Hector had pointed to. When I stepped out of the storage room, Hector was already back at his desk. I could see a picture of a naked woman on his screen, her legs spread and her fingers sliding into her cunt. He made no acknowledgement of my presence as I walked to the elevators. In the elevator, I shook the box, but there was no sound to reveal anything about the contents. It was both re-assuring and nerve-wracking. It had been a very complex order, and I was terrified that it would get messed up in critical ways. The elevator quickly took me up the fifty-odd floors to the condo, dropping me off in the foyer. I kicked off my shoes, and headed to the kitchen. "Hello?" I called out. Cal was still away, but I hoped that Jean-Paul had beaten me back home. "Welcome home," Jean-Paul called back. It sounded like he was in the living room. "I'm in the kitchen, JP," I said. I found a pair of scissors, and started to carefully cut the packing tape from the box. "What's in the box?" I looked up to see JP standing in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. "Gym, then shower. Didn't see much point in getting fully dressed again." I could jus barely see his penis outlined in the sweats. It reminded me of what I had just done. It also reminded me that Hector's cum had only partially satiated my needs. "No complaints about that here," I said. JP's cock grew slightly in his sweat pants. I opened the box, and pulled out a few sheets of Chinese newspaper, and extracted two bags stuffed full of oblong blue pills. I had ordered about 300 of them; eyeballing the bags, it looked about right. JP walked over to me, pressing his body against mine. He was warm and the contours of his body were infinitely familiar and comfortable. "I thought those were Viagra," he said. "But Truvada?" "Well, kind of," I said. I pulled out another bag; this one was just as full. "These are for our boy tomorrow night." "Seth?" JP asked. "Yeah." I opened one of the bags, and extracted a pill. "Sugar pills," I said. "We'll replace his with the fakes." I had the idea several months earlier, in the quiet, dark hours of the night when the only ones awake were the ones driven by demons too powerful for mortals to defeat. That night, my demons had been crystal meth and three unknown, erect men. "Fuck," JP said. "You're a twisted fucker." He was now pressed up against my back. I could feel his cock grow as he thought through the implications of what I had just said. We would be fucking Seth raw and Seth, of course, would let us inject him full of our poz cum. He thought the pills he was taking would protect him. But he would be wrong. It would be just like a good old-fashioned stealthing, only far more dark, evil and perverted. "I learned from the best," I said. I pulled out one last bag. This one had only about 30 white tablets in them. "And those?" "Just some molly." "And the student becomes the master," JP said. "Well, even so, maybe you can give me a refresher course," I said. His cock was pressed against my back. Even though Hector had just fucked me, the virus was insistent. It needed more. It especially needed a poz man's sperm. "You sure?" JP asked. "We gotta save something for Seth, you know." "One last one?" I asked. I was already undoing my belt, racing to get out of my clothes. "I guess," JP said. He pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free. I finally got my pants off, and started to unbutton my shirt. "I can probably manage one load for you, my needy man." "You have no idea," I said. I wanted JP's cock. I needed his poz cum. "I think I know you well enough to know how badly you need cock." "Hector," I started. "You already have a load up there?" JP asked. He loved it when I came pre-seeded. I tossed my shirt into a corner, and nodded. "Yeah." "Oh hell yeah," JP said. "You need another load up that hot, greedy hole of yours?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "You need a recharge? Get you primed and ready for our innocent boy tomorrow night?" "I do." JP lifted me onto the kitchen table. The wood was warm against my skin, but as JP buried his face in my ass, I barely even noticed where I was. "Mmmm," he said. His tongue was probing my hole, darting in and out of me. He was trying to find the hidden pockets of cum that were still in my hole. "I can taste his cum." "Are you still?" I asked. "Off meds?" JP replied. After so many years together, we didn't need to complete sentences to know what the other was thinking. "Yeah," he continued. "It's been about a week now." "You must be pretty potent by now." "I hope so. For Seth's sake. Tonight, however, it's all yours." He stood up and spun me around. My head was now hanging off the side of the table, his erection standing up stiffly in front of me. It was beautiful, familiar presence; I had long ago lost track of all the times we had fucked. "Come on," he said, putting his warm hands on the side of my head, and gently holding me in place as he pushed his cock towards me. "Suck my cock. Get me hard," he said, as if he wasn't already hard enough. "Fucking beautiful cock," I said. "Beautiful, AIDS-infected cock." "It infected you," JP said. "It did." I replied. I opened my mouth and took the very tip of his cock. I barely brushed my tongue across it, but even so could taste the intense, bitter taste of his pre-cum. He had always tasted bitter, but it was not an unpleasant taste. Like a fine Islay scotch, it had grown on me and I reveled in its complexities and changes as his health and viral load ebbed and flowed. It took only one taste for me to realize how potent he was. Tomorrow he would be even more deadly. The drugs we all took worked extremely well, and when JP stopped them, his virus came back with a vengeance. JP's high viral load would be an added reward for Seth this weekend, albeit one he would not have chosen for himself. "I can taste the virus in your pre-cum," I said. "I know," JP said. "I can tell you love it." He was right. It reminded me of when we were first dating and when HIV was far scarier. JP had been there for me, helping me accept his poz cock and take his infected loads. He had been there for me when I had gotten sick, fucking me repeatedly to make sure I was sure to convert. It was so perfect that he had done it to me. Even now, I would jerk off thinking about those weeks. JP was pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and soon he was pressing against the back. I swallowed and let him enter my throat. Although JP was thick, I had gotten used to him. There were only a few seconds of discomfort before I acclimated to his familiar girth. "That's right, boy. Take it all." "Please," I murmured, as best I could with his cock buried in my throat. I wanted him to force his cock into me and to take me once more. He was only a few years older than me, but his hair was already the perfect mixture of salt and pepper. I thought it was hot; it made him even more of the daddy he already was. "Fuck me," I grunted, staring at the black and white hair of his pubes. He held my head in place as he pushed his cock deeper into me. Although I should have expected it, the first time was still a surprise. I forced myself to adjust to it, fighting back the urge to gag. "Come on, take it," JP said. "Take my diseased cock." I closed my eyes and relaxed. Before I knew it, my lips were pressed up against the base of his dick, and my nose was nestled against his heavy balls. This was one of the most perfect configurations for two men to be in: one man buried deep in the throat of another man. Just as soon as I had gotten used to it, and right as I began to savor it, JP pulled his cock out. But immediately, he sunk it right back into me. I was surprised by how forceful he was, and once more had to force myself not to gag. JP usually took his time and let me get used to him. But tonight, there was urgency in his actions. "Fuck," JP said. "I'm not sure what's into me tonight. I gotta get off." He pulled his cock out again. It was as hard as it ever was, and was now dripping wet from my spit. "The virus is in your brain," I said. "It needs to spread." "You're right," he said. He let go of my head and stepped back. "Wanna go to the bedroom?" he asked me. I pulled myself up and sat on the counter. "You going to breed me? Make me your infected poz man?" "My diseased husband," he said, smiling. He extended his hand. I grabbed it, and followed him into the bedroom. In the bedroom, he grabbed my other arm and tossed me onto the bed. Jon-Paul was six inches taller than me, and at least fifty pounds heavier. All of that extra weight was muscle. When we wrestled, I always lost. "You are going to get fucked good," he said. "Infected with some new strain of virus." "I hope so," I said. I pushed the covers back, leaned up against the pillows, and spread my legs. "All yours, my poisonous stud." JP got on the bed, and knelt between my legs. I handed him a bottle of lube. "You think you need this?" he asked. "Don't you already have another man's cum up there?" I nodded. "Just a bit," I said. "I guess," JP said. He grabbed one of my legs and pushed me back, exposing my hole even more. He squeezed a bit of the lubricant out of the bottle, directly onto my hole. "You've got a drop of cum leaking out," he said. Pre-seeded holes were one of his biggest turn-ons; his eyes were wide and eager to pound my hole. He poured a thin bead of the fluid onto his erection and gave it a few strokes. "I'm a slimepit," I said. "I know." "Not yet," JP said. He had navigated his cock to my hole, and it was now pressing against me insistently. By now, after all the years together we knew each other's bodies completely and instinctively. Even tweaked up, in a dark maze, I could always steer my cock directly into JP's throat. He had the same navigation talents when it came to my body. "One load does not a cumdump make, much less a slime pit." "You need to fix that," I said. Before I could say anything else, he pushed his cock into me. I gasped, from a perfect mixture of surprise, delight, and discomfort. As JP started to find a rhythm of fucking me, the surprise and discomfort disappeared and all that remained was pleasure. JP leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I can feel that load inside you," he said, before pushing his tongue back into my mouth. "How many loads is Seth going to get?" he asked. "As many as we can give him," I said. "As many as it takes to infect him." "But he thinks this is perfectly safe? That PrEP is going to protect him?" "Yeah," I said. I clenched my ass tight around JP's cock, wanting to milk out more of his toxic pre-cum. "And he thinks all of us are on meds." "Other than you, me and Cal, who's coming?" JP licked my ear, sending waves of pleasure over my body, all of them converging on my hole. "Ohhh, baby," he murmured as he felt my hole twitch. "Just us tomorrow night," I replied, trying to ignore the pleasure I was feeling. "Pizza, poppers, and pozzing." "You mean supper, smoke, and stealthing, right?" "Hell yeah," I said. "Then, Saturday, we've got Jesse, Max, Dennis, Nathan and Jason and Sean and Vic." "How much cock is this boy going to take? Max and Sean and Vic are pretty big." "You're at least as big as all of them," I said. I reached down and grabbed his muscular ass. I pulled him closer. It gave me a chance to feel his hairy chest rub against mine, but also get another half inch of cock in me. "And you said Dennis and Jesse as well?" I nodded. "They've been off drugs for how long?" "Resistant for Dennis. Jesse never even took them." "That's right. But it's like bringing a nuclear warhead to a high school wrestling match. He doesn't stand a chance." I nodded again. Dennis had stopped drugs a few months ago, when his virus became resistant to one of the medicines. The last time I had seen him, he had been gaunt and slow, like all his energy was being sucked up by the virus. But the disease had not affected his cock; it was as hard and powerful as ever. Jesse, on the other hand, still looked like the model he once was, albeit with a bit of grey in his goatee. He had never taken drugs at all. He thought they interrupted the universe's master plan, in which his disease was a small part of some grand and perfect design. "But what about you?" I asked. "I tasted your pre-cum tonight. If they are a nuclear weapon, you're a fucking neutron bomb." "You could tell?" JP asked. He slowed down his insistent pounding, and kissed me. "That's fucking hot." I could. It wasn't very accurate, but he tasted metallic, almost poisonous when his viral load was high. "Yeah," I said. "You know I can. And from your precum tonight, you're a deadly stud of a man." "All the better to infect my special studs with. All the best for our special guest this weekend." "Yeah, and speaking of special guests, Tina will also be making an appearance on Saturday. Vic said he would hook us up." "Drugs and sex, and poz men?" JP asked. "Everything after this weekend is going to be a let down for Seth." "Yeah," I said, laughing. "You're probably right." "Another let down?" JP asked. I nodded. "Cal's gonna get home and there's going to be no cum left for him." "It's going to be even worse this weekend. He's gonna be a hungry boy by the end, seeing Seth get all the loads." "And he's gonna be even more jealous of the load Hector gave you." He pressed his dick into me, finding another reservoir of the Latino's jizz. "So fucking hot, you taking that load, and bringing it home for me to fuck into you." "I want to be your slut," I said. "I know. But you have such a nice cock yourself. You shouldn't deny men the pleasure of it." "Nor my load." "Your foul, polluted cum," JP said. He reached down and grabbed my cock. It was rock-hard, and already dripping some pre-cum. He rubbed his finger in the slick fluid, and then put the finger in his mouth. "But still so sweet. The drugs are working?" "Yeah, last test was about a month ago and I was all clean." "Except for your mind," JP said. "The boy has no clue what he's getting himself into." "A nest of vipers," I said. "Deadly vipers." "And this viper is getting ready to bite." "Shoot its venom into me," I said. JP had been playing with both my body and my mind. Between his fucking and his dirty talk, he had pushed me into a dark headspace, where I almost believed that his cock was a thick, fat snake. It was biding its time and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Oh fuck yeah," JP grunted as he shoved his snake into my hole. "Gonna breed my man's slut hole." He was still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his cockhead swimming in Hector's load. He exhaled. At the same moment, his cock swelled and spurted. His cum shot out of his dick, into my waiting ass. "Take my AIDS cum," he moaned. "Give it to me," I said. "Re-charge my hole." "Hell yeah," JP said. His hips were thrusting into me again, smearing his fresh cum against my hole while at the same time, working Hector's load into me as well. Each thrust was marked by another throb of his cock as he ejaculated more of his virus-ridden sperm into me. "Can't ever get enough of you." "I'm jealous of every load I don't get," I said. "I know." He leaned in and started to kiss me. "You are still my favorite. And each year, you only get hotter." As JP's orgasm faded, we continued to make out. We each were constantly adjusting our position, making sure that JP's cock stayed in me. But, eventually, JP began to get soft and my legs got sore. "Dinner?" he whispered in my ear. "Sure," I said. We slowly disentangled, finding excuses to slap each other's balls, nibble on a nipple, or just make out that left us in bed another fifteen minutes. Finally we stood up and we each pulled on a pair of sweats. I took a piss, and JP headed to the kitchen. The rest of the evening was uneventful. JP made dinner, we curled up on the couch and watched some TV, and then we went to bed. Around midnight, we were momentarily awoken by Cal coming back and crawling in between us. I wrapped my arms around the lanky young man and nestled my erect penis between his muscular ass cheeks. I quickly fell back to sleep, dreaming of an angry virus, desperate to spread itself to every unsuspecting, horny man.

Saturday I answered an ad from a truck driver. He was at a local truck shop and was horny. He said he was a top and wanted to get sucked and maybe fuck. He said all had to be safe. I thought what the hell and answered the ad. He told me where he was and his truck had a sleeper. I went and found his truck. Opened the door and climbed in. He was maybe 30 and really well built. I started sucking him and he asked if he could fuck me. I said sure and pulled off my pants. He rubbed his raw dick around my ass and then suddenly slipped in. He said it felt so good he did not want to pot on a condom. He fucked me good for about 20 min. He said he was close and could he cum in my ass. I said sure and then almost immediately he came. He pumped three times before he was done. I left and in the drive home I could feel it leaking out.

Cable Part II The feelings of sucking a cock and him sticking the tip of his finer in my ass were amazing. Like nothing I had ever felt before at all. He stopped playing with my ass for a bit and I looked up to see him sending a text message. He noticed me looking and told me he had sent a message to his bud to make sure he found something for my wife to do to keep her busy for a little bit so we could play more without being interrupted. I smiled around his cock and kept sucking as he went back to playing with my hole. I felt him circling his finger around a little and pushing in more . What a feeling it was. He then backed up the half step it was to the bed, pulling me with him and then sat down on it. He pulled his finger out of me again and I saw him put his fingers to his mouth and got more spit on them. He then proceeded to stick his finger back in my ass and I could tell it felt different and it dawned on me that he now had two fingers in me. The feeling in my ass was getting more and more intense and soon I could feel my hole opening up more and then he had three fingers in me and twirling them around some and spreading my hole more. I was going wild and was sucking like a crazed person on his huge cock and then licking it and down and licking his balls too. He then pulled my head away and stood up and turned us around and pushed me back on the bed on my back as he pulled my shorts down and then off of me. As I lay there I was wondering what he was doing now but did not have long to wait. He then knelt by the bed and pushed my legs up and out as he bent over and started to suck my cock. A few in and outs of his mouth and my cock was rock hard and then he let loose of it and went down and kissed and sucked on my balls for a bit and then he pushed my legs farther back and wider apart. He went down lower and started to rim my ass and was running his tongue in and out of my hole. This had never been done to me before and I almost jumped out of my skin it felt so good. He licked and sucked on my hole for a good 5 minutes and then was also running his fingers in and out of me too opening me up and driving me wild. His tongue was fantastic and his fingers going in and out were hitting something inside of me that I figured had to be my prostrate. Whenever his fingers bumped against it I would jerk with the pleasure and each time his fingers went in they hit it and then I could feel his fingernails scrape a little on the way out which felt amazing and painful at the same time but not overly bad pain. He kept this up for another 5 or so minutes and then he got up off the floor and his mouth started kissing and licking and sucking me up across my balls and then my cock, stopping to suck the entire length of my cock deep into his mouth and almost making me cum. Then he kept on going up across my stomach and across my chest, stopping to go back and forth and suck and lick each of my nipples which again was a different but fantastic feeling. He then kept coming higher until he was right over my face and looking me in the eyes. He asked if he could go ahead and finish what we had started. I was feeling so damn good I just told him to hurry as I needed to get off badly. He smiled and as he looked deep into my eyes, I felt his cock as my ass replacing his fingers. My eyes got big as it dawned on me he had meant by finishing, he was going to fuck my very virgin ass with that huge cock. He saw me getting nervous and whispered to me soothingly to just hold still and he would go slow and easy and soon I would love it and beg for more. I held still as he started to push his cock in me slowly. I could feel my hole opening up little by little as he entered me and then he held still for a bit and told me that the head was all in now. My hole felt so full I didn't think I could take any more but after just a few seconds he started to push it in further and further and then he would stop for a bit and back out a ways and then back in for a few strokes. Then he would push in more and repeat until finally he told me he was all in and I already knew it as I felt his balls bump against my ass. He held still then and as he looked me in the eyes, he leaned down and planted a kiss on me and as I started to return it he drove his tongue into my mouth and as he twirled his tongue around in my mouth he started to pump slowly in and out of my ass. Every stroke of that huge cock rubbed back and forth on my protrate, driving me wild and my own cock got harder than I could ever remember it getting. He started to pick up the pace a little at a time until he was finally pile driving my ass hard and deep and fast. I was reaching down and grabbing his ass and pulling him in on every stroke. The feelings I had were so amazing I couldn't believe I had never even thought of doing this before. If was getting pretty warm in there from this and he leaned back a bit and still ramming my hole he pulled his tshirt up and off and threw it on the floor. He then reached with both hands and grabbed my ankles and raised my feet and legs up as high as possible and over my head so he was really pile driving my ass. I bent my neck forward so I could look between us and could see his cock going in and out of my hole. I looked all over him and noticed he had several tattoos that had been covered by his shirt. I was admiring the art work and then noticed there were two side by side on the lower part of his stomach I could not see very well. I craned my neck around but could not make them out as they were definitely in the shadows. I forgot about them for a bit though as I told him I was about to cum and he said good as he was too. A couple of more big hard thrusts from him and my own cock erupted and being almost over my head I opened my mouth and the cum was landing right in my own mouth. He told me he could feel my ass spasming and with that he leaned back away from me and rammed his cock as far into me as he could and said here it comes. He was cumming and I could feel every pulse of his cock and looked down there between us enjoying every second of it and since he was now leaning back some I could see his tats down there. One appeared to be a scorpion and beside it looked like the biohazard symbol I had just seen in a doctor's office. His other tats had all been in black but these two were both in bright red. As we lay there together after that huge orgasm of us both, I mentioned this to him. He sais he wanted them in red as a warning. I had no idea what he was talking about and said so. He said he thought I would know and said they mean I am positive. I said cool I am a pretty positive person myself. He told me not like that, I mean I am positive, HIV positive. My mouth fell wide open and my eyes must have popped out of my face when he said that but also my cock which was still hard, erupted again. I had no idea what to do now and it was too late anyway. He went on to say he thought I knew and that he had scraped his fingernails in my ass on purpose also to cut me up a little and help it get into by blood quicker. I couldn't even move or speak as he started to wiggle his cock around in me and then pulled out and stood up.

Whore Boot Camp – Curiosity can get someone into trouble and what started out as me being nosy about a pimp and his whore, turned into a rough fuck in an alley, several loads up my ass in a dirty garage, and now I was face down on a squeaky bed being deep dicked by Jay as he told me how much he was enjoying my raw hole. I remembered being in the truck after we left the garage and Jay’s voice saying “Come on little rabbit. Time to get see your new hutch,” before I faded back to black. The memories after that were in bits and pieces. The truck stopped; dogs barking; the sound of a metal gate; Jay helping me walk; the jangling of keys; the overwhelming stench of dog-piss; Jay dropping me on the bed, then blackness again. I don’t think I was out long at all before Jay started forcing a couple fingers up my cum filled ass and his voice penetrated the fog in my head, “Come on now little rabbit, time to get that white tail working, know what I mean? No, you don’t yet, but you will. Got a little something for you from Griz, these big ass crystal shards will perk you right up, feel that burn in your hole yet? Huh? I thought so by the way that pucker is trying to break my fucking fingers off – damn slut! Looks like I got to bust you open some more, how about that?” The crystal had started to kick in and as Jay stood up to get undressed I wiggled my ass a bit, relishing in the deep ache that came from taking a rough dicking and my guts being full of nutt – some of it infected for sure. This time Jay did not want me to suck him first as I glanced back, saw him pimp several squirts of lotion out of a bottle on the floor, then climb on the bed behind me. As Jay positioned himself I instinctively reached back, spread my hole open with my hands and waited for his monster black dick to invade me again. “OH FUCK – THOSE HOT PUSSY ASS LIPS JUST SUCKING MY SHIT UP!” Jay exclaimed as he slid inside my slicked up hole. I couldn’t move as Jay put his full weight on me, wrapped his right arm around my neck in a half-nelson, and began to move his hips in a slow grind. “Damn rabbit, you got some ass. You like that black monster in that pink hole? I know you do. The way you rode me before, and Griz, he said you had the best boy pussy he’s had in ages. Yeah I’m going to have a good time with you, but first, time to see how deep that hole is.” Jay continued to fuck for several minutes, taking his time before he his pace picked up, “HERE COMES THAT NUTT – WANT IT AGAIN – WANT IT? TELL ME YOU WANT IT – OH FUCKER!!” As Jay shot his load into my sore ass I turned my face as far to the left as I could hoping he would kiss me, but he didn’t, he just lay his bearded face next to mine so all I felt was his hot breath. The big black dick in my ass slowly subsided and then Jay pushed himself up off the squeaky bed and stood over me like Zeus on Olympus as he pointed at his dick, “Get up here. Whore’s clean the shit off – literally if necessary – so rule #1 of whore boot camp.” I was wicked wound up again from the crystal and my ass felt so empty I begged him to stick it back in, but Jay laughed and said, “Naw, later. Right now get that tongue to work and listen. You’re my whore now and I’ve already seen you got some skills, but Griz is coming by later expecting me to settle up and while some pink hole bought me a little time, Griz only deals in cash for shit, you know what I mean? So I got a few folks I know coming by and you will take care of them.” I was so entranced in sucking on Jay’s dick and wagging my ass around hoping to entice him I was not really paying attention. SLAP SLAP – twice across my face with his big hands. “You listening?” Jay asked, “Keep that dick in your mouth and I don’t care if that hurt. I know it did. Can see tears in your eyes and fuck – look – makes my dick hard – but no, not now. What was rule #1?” I looked up into Jay’s face, his eyes narrowed, his mouth firm and set, so I released his infected dick from my mouth and replied, “Whore’s clean the shit off.” Jay nodded, satisfied, guided his dick back to mouth and continued. “Rule #2, you ain’t nothing but a faggot-sissy-pussy-slut-bitch-whore. Anything they want, you do. No argument, no discussion, no negotiation. Rule #3, its all about the benjamins, so make that hole pulse, twitch, and milk them dicks so they nutt and bounce. Rule #4, you’re mine. You speak out of turn, make a play to another to try to get a new pass along, or some crazy shit or break any rule, and I will let my boy beat you down so I can patch you up and do it all over again. You understand? The Devil you know, understand?” At that, I looked up at Jay’s face again and saw he was dead serious and shook my head yes. He patted my face, smiled and said, “Good. Come on. Let’s get you set. Pastor Mike will be here soon and we need to get things set.” I stood up as Jay opened a dresser drawer, pulled out an old looking box of condoms and set them on the rickety night stand. He kicked the bottle of lotion towards the side of the bed, tossed a dirty towel on the floor, then motioned for me to follow him. Jay led me out into a living room area and as I looked around I could see we were in the basement of a house. The walls had old, wood paneling broken in places, the carpet looked liked it was from 1960, there was no ceiling, just the joists showing the floor above with wires and pipes crisscrossing seemingly at will. Jay dropped his big body into a tore up recliner, grabbed his glass pipe, and soon clouds of smoke were circling his head. I walked over, kneeled between his big thighs, craned my neck and opened my mouth silently begging for his smoke. Jay pressed his mouth over mine, passing his smoke to me as he exhaled, filling my lungs with chem fused toxins, adding to my rush. I didn’t care where I was, the drugs and whore in me just wanted more. We continued like that for a few minutes before Jay handed me the pipe and let me hit it on my own, before giving me another booty bump. He then led me back into the bedroom, opened a cardboard box that was on the floor in the corner with the word “SHEILA” written in black letters on it, pulled out a wig, some red lace panties and bra and tossed them at me. “Put those on, now, Pastor Mike will be here soon,” Jay growled. I looked at him, shook my head, and said, “Yeah, no. I don’t think so man. I don’t mind taking any dick you want, but this….fuck no.” Jay took two giant strides and crossed the room to me, spun me with his left hand and with his right put me back in a half-nelson as he rammed his now hard dick into my ass making me cry out. “HHHHMMMM….I can see you a sassy whore and you will pay for that when we have more time as you have no idea what a real rough fuck feels like yet. Feel my arm around that neck? Huh? DON’T FUCK WITH ME! You heard the rules, now do as I say. Pastor Mike is a freak and I don’t want to hear another word out of you except Yes Sir, and from him – well cash talks so you better fucking make him happy because trust – I could pass you to some brothas who would slice and dice that hole as soon as look at you.” I was shaking a bit now as Jay let me go and loomed over me as I stood in front of the mirror over the dresser and put on the wig and panties and the bra, leaving that undone in the back as I frankly had no idea how to hook it. Jay shoved some more crystal up my ass, then hooked the bra and said, “Stand facing the wall. Here, light this pipe when I come back on.” Jay then closed the door, I heard the stairs groan as he walked upstairs, then the sound of a car in the driveway, footsteps above, more sound on the stairs, and voices. The door to the bedroom opened behind me, I lit the crack pipe, inhaling the chem and eager for the high as Jay’s voice filled the room, “Mrs. Rogers? Your boy Mike’s here to see you.” I stayed as I was, hitting the pipe as the door closed and a soft, confidant, masculine voice said, “Hi Momma. They told me where you was here. It’s OK Momma. I’m here now.” What the fuck? Freak did not even begin to explain this shit. Pastor Mike walked up behind me, gently ran his hands over my back, down my legs, then reached around and took the pipe and lighter out of my hands. I heard him hit the pipe and when he exhaled he said, “Come on Momma, don’t you miss me? Don’t you miss your boy?” I started to speak and Pastor Mike said, “Sshhhh Momma, it’s OK, I know you’re happy to see me,” before he reached around and held the pipe back out in front of me. I took it, took a hit myself as I needed to be high for this, and as I did heard him unzip his pants. I set the pipe in the ashtray on the bed as Pastor Mike began rubbing his hard dick against my ass. I wanted to be fucked so bad again now, so I took my hands and pulled the panties down to my knees, bent over, and waited. I could hear Pastor Mike stroking his dick and moaning and I thought maybe he had changed his mind, but then I felt him fumble as he tried to push it into my ass with no lube or anything. Luckily I was wet from Jay’s fuck, so I arched my back a little to help guide him and gasped when he plunged into my hole. Pastor Mike was fucking me raw even though the condoms were within reach. I wondered if he knew I had infected cum up there, but then came back to reality as he started mumbling, “Oh Momma, it’s been so long since I have felt your hot pussy Momma, oh Momma, you miss me? It’s OK, all the bad men are gone now Momma, it’s just you and me. Just you and me. OH FUCK, FUCK MOMMA, I’M SO CLOSE, SO…NO NOT NOW…PLEASE MOMMA, NOT….UGHHHH…FUCK….UGH……” Pastor Mike grabbed my hips as his body shuddered and he cummed in my ass. I remembered Jay’s Rule #1, so as soon as the Pastor’s dick slipped out of my ass and he pulled back I spun around, dropped to my knees, took his limp dick in my mouth and began sucking him clean. “OH FUCK, NO, PLEASE DON’T MOMMA, NO, PLEASE, NO PLEASE, OHHH, OHHH, OH…” He did not push me away and his dick quickly engorged and soon spurted a thick hot load down my throat. As soon as he finished, Pastor Mike yanked his pants up, hastily buckled them, and flung open the bedroom door and stumbled out. Jay quickly closed the door and I stayed where I was until I heard the car leave and Jay came back into the room. I stood up, Jay looked so serious as he walked over to me, shoved two fingers up my cum filled ass making me stand on my tippy-toes, then smiled and said, “You a freak! Damn you nasty! You made Pastor Mike one happy son-of-a-bitch, fucker gave me $200! Look at that!” I smiled back at Jay, sat down on the bed, the springs of the mattress on the edge cutting into my thighs, while I got out of the get up he made me wear. I was still not happy about that and Jay could tell as he grabbed the stuff, tossed it back into the box where it came from and said, “Look, I know. Weird shit. But like I said, whore rules so fucking deal with it. You like getting dicked right? Did he cum in you? Yeah? DAMN! Let me taste.” I stood back up and bent over and just as Jay shoved his bearded face into my cummy hole we both heard the roar of a truck and two doors slam. Jay stood up, wiped his face, “Hit your pipe. Your next appointment is here.” As Jay closed the door and went upstairs, I savored the smoke and hoped to get a bit lost in the high. Who knows, maybe Pastor Mike had some nasty dick and if not, maybe I gave him something with my ass. The bedroom door banged open, two black guys walked in both wearing bright construction worker vests, work boots, and bandanas over their face. One of them spoke up, “Get over here bitch, lick my balls.” While he undid his pants and I scrambled over, the other guy unzipped his, positioned himself behind me, slammed in and pumped away. He was not that big so I took it with ease as I licked and cleaned the first guy’s hairy, sweaty ball sac. The fucking barely lasted a minute before blasting my ass, soon followed by his buddy and I was quickly alone again with Jay. “How much for that?” I asked him as I walked out into the living room, my ass dripping cum down the back of my legs. Jay held up two $20s, “A couple Jackson’s, that’s all right. Now let me taste that pussy.” Several more calls by Jay to folks he knew, a couple of visitor’s later and a lot more drugs, and I was feeling super wired and shaky and begging for Jay to slam fuck me. All these dudes had been pretty average size and after Jay, I wanted some real beef! Jay laughed and said, “You just wait, next up is the biggest dick on the block.” About 10 minutes later the doorbell rang, Jay stomped upstairs and I sat in his leather chair and was working a crystal shard into my wet and sloppy hole when he came back down. “You got to be fucking kidding me!” I murmured. The guy following Jay was old, I mean like 70 at least and looked at me with a sneer of disgust as he stepped off the final stair. Jay spoke up, “This here’s Mr. Wells. Mr. Wells taught all us boys how things work, you know. He bought us our first joint, girly mag, showed us where the good pussy hustled, ain’t that right Mr. Wells.” Mr. Wells then smiled like a wolf who just corned the dumbest rabbit around and said, “I don’t usually go in for white cooch, but Jay here told me all about your goings on today and I do enjoy fucking up a good boy pussy once in a while. What say you and me spend a little time in the back.” Mr. Wells then shuffled to the bedroom, I looked at Jay hoping this was a joke, but he was smiling and waved me on, so I meekly followed. Mr. Wells was sitting on the side of the bed when I walked in. I tried to ignore him as I grabbed the pipe, took a hit and thought that hell, Pastor Mike was better than this. I turned and Mr. Wells was now pointing at his shoes. “Help me with these,” he said, “I should have worn my loafers.” I untied his shoes, helped him pull his pants down, and as he stood up and shifted his boxers off his hips I gasped at the size of his dick. HOLY SHIT, HIS DICK WAS ALMOST AS BIG AS JAY’S AND NOT EVEN HARD!! Mr. Wells smiled, laughed a little, and said, “I never get tired of seeing that look. That’s why all the boys trusted me. If I said something was good pussy, well they knew I meant it. So are you? You good pussy?” I smiled back, stroked his long, black dick, rolled the super long foreskin between my fingers and flicked out my tongue to taste the wetness peaking through. “Oh yeah, I’m good, so let’s see what you got Sir because my pussy needs filling.” Mr. Wells laid back on the bed as I kneeled on the floor and started to slowly suck his big dick. Fuck damn he was huge! I am sure he had a hard time finding anyone who could take him and glad I was open and my hole was even hungrier now seeing how big he was. I sucked on his dick until my jaws ached, the whole time Mr. Wells barely made a noise but I knew he liked it as his dick got nice and hard. When I could not take it anymore I stood up, bent over, wiggled my ass at him and begged, “Please fuck me.” Mr. Wells stood up, squirted out some lotion from the bottle as he said, “I don’t put fucking rubbers on. Never have, and ain’t about to start now. That all right?” I couldn’t hold back, I needed it so bad and blurted, “FUCK YEAH! I want it raw – I got a pussy full of cum ready for you to fuck me deep.” Mr. Wells chuckled a little as he tried to work the head in my hole. Even as open as I was it seemed difficult so I kept adjusting my stance and height, trying to find the right angle until at last his head burst through. I threw my head back, the silent cry caught in my throat, my skin suddenly covered in goose bumps as Mr. Wells began hitting spots I didn’t know existed. He just chuckled as he continued to slowly prod at my tore up hole and I got more and more worked up, begging for him to slam me, but he didn’t, he just kept a slow and steady pace, raw fucking me with the biggest dick on the block. I was getting more and more verbal, begging him to fuck me deeper, harder, to cum in me, and finally he just laughed, eased out, and said, “Oh I did. Shot twice nice and deep. Haven’t done that in a while and pretty sure you got the ‘package’ now if you didn’t already. Been HIV+ for oh, 25 years or so now and every pussy I fuck gets it. Never taken a pill a day in my life, so good and potent. I know Jay will be looking to get up in there again and he was right, you’re a pretty good whore for a white boy.” I turned and kneeled to suck Mr. Wells off but he brushed me aside and said, “Just help me get those shoes back on will you?” He must have shot real deep as I was barely leaking anything and started to wonder if he had lied about that and infecting me when he opened the door and went out. I followed and was surprised to find Jay speaking to another man who was sitting in the other recliner dressed to the nines in a navy blue suit and a pale blue tie. His skin was dark black, his head was shaved and his face clean shaven; his eyes sparkled and he appeared to be about Jay’s size. I instantly felt week at the knees as I watched him exhale a hit from the crack pipe as he looked at me and winked. Mr. Wells laughed and said, “Ha – I should have know you’d be sniffing around if Jay had something good. You were always the bad one Lex, wanting to snatch away any scrap. You behave yourself now and I must say, that hole may not be any good for you now and that little pickle you carrying – ha ha.” I stood by the door as Jay grabbed Mr. Wells by the arm, guided him to the stairs, and started walking up with him as they said their goodbyes. I continued to stare at the new man – Lex – as he hit the pipe and my ass twitched. I suddenly felt exposed so stepped back into the bedroom, pulled one of the dirty sheets off the bed and wrapped it around me before I walked back out. Lex was smiling as I came out and held the pipe he was smoking out to me. I glanced at the gold chain bracelets and rings he was wearing as he said, “I can assume Jay has corrupted you thoroughly and you have had some already.” Damn he had one of the sexiest voices I had ever heard. My knees buckled again. I replied, “I’m sure there is still a lot of corruption left to be done – well I hope so anyways!” Lex smiled again as I took the pipe, did my own hit and was surprised when I opened my eyes and saw he had his mouth open. I bent forward, my right hand planted on his muscular left thigh as I leaned in and shared my smoke with him. Lex exhaled the smoke, slid his well manicured hands into the folds of the sheet and pulled me closer to him so I ended up in his lap, his mouth feverishly covering me with urgent, deep kisses. I tried to get up as Jay came down the stairs, but Lex held me firm. Jay laughed as he settled back in his chair, “Old Mr. Wells. Damn you are a good whore. You put a smile on his face for damn sure and he said he could feel your pussy walls massaging every inch of his dick like some fancy masseuse. That’s high praise coming from him. Fuck. We used to envy all the pussy that man had, didn’t we Lex?” Lex just mumbled, “Hhhmmm….,” and tried kissing me gain as I pulled back so I could hit the pipe. Jay laughed, “Lex, Griz, and me, we were the worst. Out of all of us, Mr. Wells called us the Holy Trinity and not cause we were good mind you. Because we were so bad. Especially Lex here. Right Lex?” Again Lex did not reply, but this time he pushed me away from him, stood up, did a two-finger salute to Jay, and pushed me in front of him towards the bedroom. Once inside, Lex closed and locked the door, turned and smiled and said, “I hear you want to get delivered the ‘package’. So let me see that ass so I can show you what brown can do for you.” I laughed and did not have the heart to tell him what Mr. Wells had said, so I just bent over and said, “Please fuck me like a whore. Slam it hard! I want it to hurt good when you deliver.” Lex paused, growled a little, “You sure, because hell, don’t get me wrong. I may clean up nice, but I’m not soft and will rape the fuck out of you if that’s what you want. You need a hood fuck?” I stood back up, walked over to Lex who was laying his dress clothes neatly on the back of the chair and hungrily stroked his hard dick that was poking out of his silk boxers. His dick was as big as Jay’s with a wicked down curve and a head that was even fatter than Griz’s. I grabbed his t-shirt, shoved a bit of it in my mouth and tied it behind my head as I looked up into his eyes. Lex smiled, shook his head, “Now who showed you that old trick? Jay or Mr. Wells? Both? It doesn’t matter. But I have a few of my own.” Lex grabbed my wrists and using his pale blue, silk tie, tied my hands behind my back. I sighed as my whole body trembled with need. Lex finished undressing, stepped me over to the end of the dresser, kicked my feet back about 18 inches so my torso was pressed against the dresser, grabbed my wrists tight with his silk tie and said, “Good thing that hole is wet little rabbit,” as he slammed into me. About 20 minutes later Jay pounded on the bedroom door, “What’s going on? You didn’t fucking fall asleep did you Lex? Come on man. Time is money here. I told you that. Fuck alright. I’m going to grab some takeout. Will be back soon.” As Jay’s truck rumbled to life in the driveway, Lex buried his dick to the hilt for what felt like the thousandth time and said, “Welcome to whore boot camp – day 1.”

Hot. Living in NYC, I see many black homeless men everyday and sometimes I have fantasized about them mostly while I was high coming back from a party or something. Especially one skinny old black homeless man who happens to wash himself on the train station every morning. Few times he exposed his cock and he is really hung. He's really ugly and disgusting but when I think about his huge cock, I get hungry for it.

PART 2 – THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN We had just about finished another round of hits on the pipes when the phone rang and the guy who was downstairs said he was looking for Dwayne. Shit, totally forgot about the other guys Dwayne and Malcolm said they would try to get to come over that they knew from Franklin Square Park. So I buzzed them up, threw some pants on and went to answer the door. Dwayne and Malcolm stayed as they were on the couch, naked, hard dicks standing straight up, and hitting the pipe. I watched through the peephole and when I saw someone come off the elevator, opened the door and in walked the two new guys. The first guy was black, about 25 or so, taller then me but skinny, with his hair braided in long neat rows, baseball cap tilted to the side, close cropped beard, no shirt on and white t-shirt stuffed in his back pocket. His arms, torso, neck, and part of his back was covered in tattoos. The other guy – to my surprise – was a white kid, younger than the black guy, long denim shorts on, grey tank top, black and red sneakers, unshaven, but not really a beard, and he was about my height, but really really skinny – sickly thin. They just stood in the hall as I closed the door, I locked up, got in front of them, held out my hand to shake the black guys hand and introduced myself. He looked at me, sneered and said, “What the fuck I care about that for?” I shrugged and led them into the living room where Dwayne and Malcolm both said “Yo man,” and then Dwayne looked at the white kid, at the new guy, and said, “Yo Warren, what happened to your boy? You know man, the one we all ganged that bitch with. What’s his name from Baltimore, Tommy, Tom, or something. Warren said, “He got into some shit, he’s locked up now in PG County Jail,” as he sat down in one of the dining room chairs I had brought in by the couch. “What do you have to drink,” he said. I told him, he asked for some rum, and the kid who was sitting in another chair said nothing and looked totally strung out. Dwayne and Malcolm hit their pipes while Warren pulled out a huge bag of white powder, poured some in a clean ash tray, then took a rolled up dollar bill out of his pocket and sniffed a few lines. “So,” Warren said as he looked at us, “You being a slut today for these niggas? Hmmm, let’s see what you working with, get those pants off, let me see your hole.” So I took off my pants as Dwayne and Malcolm watched me and the white kid just stared off into space. I turned around in front of Warren who said, “Hmmm, ass still all white, you niggas took it easy on him I see, what you been doing? Playing cards or fucking? An ass needs to be marked up!” And with that Warren slapped my right cheek hard, leaving a big pink mark where he contacted. I yelled, jumped forward, he stood up, grabbed my left arm, pulled me back, “Don’t be running,” he said. “I ain’t done with you.” He then gave me a couple more hard smacks, told me to bend way over as he opened my hole and started working two fingers inside my ass. “Oh yeah, see where someone’s been digging at you – all raw and shit back here. Hmmm…Now reach back and hold your cheeks apart, yeah that’s right, gonna set up you up with a Franklin Park Special right here,” Warren laughed as I looked at Dwayne and Malcolm who were hitting their pipes again and just nodding. “You know what that is slut? No? Don’t matter none, now just keep those cheeks apart. Yo – my man – come here – hold him, make sure he don’t run from me.” Now I was nervous as the white kid came out of his stupor, walked over, stood in front of me so my shoulder was against his hip and his hands were on my back. I kept my cheeks open and felt Warren begin to force two fingers in my hole. HOLY FUCK THAT BURNED! What was he doing? Oh, I bet he was giving me a booty bump, which I confirmed as I turned my head and looked back and he was smiling as he licked his fingers clean, dipped them in his bag of white powder, then worked them back up my hole. “Now slut,” Warren said half laughing, “You are going to be begging for this here dick in no time, ain’t that right boy,” as he slapped the white kid. The white kid grunted and Warren kept working his fingers around my hole. The burning sensation had lessoned up some and now I could my head starting to buzz and a new high mixing in with the crack. WOW! I let out a big breath, and Warren said, “Now boy, we want to watch you use this hole, so come on now. The white kid dropped his pants and a nice thick 9-inch dick popped out, curved up, uncut, very white with a pale pink head. Just gorgeous shape and perfect size and I let out a little moan. Warren slapped my ass hard, shifted his chair closer to the couch as the kid got behind me and tried forcing his dick in my hole. Whatever Warren had put up my ass had made my hole tighten up like a Netherlands dam during a spring flood, so he was trying to work in with no luck. Warren laughed and said, “Boy, use your tongue damn it, lick some of that snow out of that valley now, taste it, wet it up, that’s get you more fucked up too.” The kid obeyed and started lapping at my hole. I was moaning, and flying good, but legs were tired, so I reached to my right, pulled one of the chairs in front of me, and leaned on it for support. Warren and the other guys were now egging him on saying shit like, “Come on, let’s see some white dick in action. Don’t think the slut likes white dick does he? Think this slut into dark meat, but show him what you got. Go on now, fuck it, fuck it.” Then Dwayne spoke up and said, “He’s an AIDs slut. He likes that infected dick, and loves lapping on old Mr Willie here, slurping up my green slime.” Warren said, “O yeah? Hmmm…. Well boy, you heard that, he’s an AIDs slut, ain’t you got something to give him too then?” The kid did not say anything, just stopped lapping at my ass, stood up, and pushed his dick in, tearing my powdered insides up as he did. I started swearing and saying it hurts, which made the guys laugh and Warren said, “Damn, you ain’t no slut, wait till I get you, you ain’t felt nothing yet.” The kid kept fucking and once the pain in my ass settled, the high took over and a radiant heat started emanating from my ass as the kid gave me his white raw dick. I don’t know how long he fucked, was sort of out of it, but next thing I realized he pulled out and I could feel cum and hot juice running down the back of my legs. I stood up, stretched, and Warren got up, grabbed his supplies, and said, “Fellas, me and this ass is gonna have a little alone time. You watch over my boy but DON’T fuck with him. He’s mine, hear me? Where’s your bedroom at?” I stumbled down the hall, with Warren pushing me along. We got into the bedroom, closed the door, he turned the light on, cleared a space on the dresser and set his stuff out, snorted a few lines, waved me over, I snorted two and mead started buzzing as the powder hit. Wow that was good! Warren laughed and said, “Come here. I don’t need those niggas up in my business you hear me. They tell you got some good ass and I like pink hole, watching my black dick go in and out. I ain’t into kissing and all that shit, but I’m a freak and love watching my black dick go in and outta pink hole. So bend over and push that shit out, I want to lick up my boys load and that slushy snow.” I leaned over the bed and Warren kneeled behind me, and started nipping and licking at my hole. Saying ‘hmmmmmmm’ as he lapped up his boy’s load mixed with the powered and ass juice up my hole. I kept pushing like I had to shit to feed him the other guy’s loads too if he wanted it. “Oh yeah slut, that some nasty good shit,” Warren said as he got up, wiping his mouth and going back to the dresser. He brought the ashtray full of powder over, set it on the bed, had me lick his fingers nice and wet, and then as he coated them said, “I got me a true HUGE MOTHERFUCKIN GUTTA SNAKE for you, you down for a beast fuck and getting that ass turned into pussy? Can you take it rough white bitch – huh? I fucks rough – want to bruise that hole. Now, time for another special, so answer me, you want this gutta snake?” As Warren worked his powder coated fingers into my ass, which hardly burned at all at first this time, but then he started clawing at my hole, increasing the damage Dwayne did earlier, and that shit BURNED! I cried out a bit and he said, “So you want it or not?” “Yes please, PLEASE MAKE ME YOUR SLUT!” I said, “I’ll do anything you want, just please fuck me now!” Warren laughed, pulled his fingers out, worked them around inside my mouth making me taste the pungent powder and my ass. “You gonna get it for sure.” I sat on the bed as Warren stood up, undid his pants, took of his shirt, then his shorts. HOLY FUCK HIS DICK WAS MASSIVE! I reached out, stroked it as he put his hand on my head and I leaned in and licked on it. He was over 11 inches for sure and thick and meaty, I could not wait for him to be inside my ass and immediately got on the bed doggy style, as I was flying high and needed to be bred raw, dirty, and nasty. Warren got behind me, put his hands up on my neck so that his thumbs met in the middle of the back of my neck and his hands and fingers gripped my head like a vise and he started to push his dick into my hole. As before, the powder had made my hole clench up, put Warren just continued pushing and forcing his dick forward, while squeezing my neck/head to ensure I would not move or run from the onslaught. I was begging for him to fuck me in one breath and to stop in the next. “You like that bitch?’ Warren said as he continue to tear my ass open as he worked his massive dick inside me. “You want to get infected by my dick? I got AIDs in prison and need another good bitch to take my cum. I ain’t doing meds and that shit, I am going to fuck and party and breed as many white sluts like you as I can to make sure it gets passes a long. As you can tell from my boy out there, my AIDs is some tough potent shit and he’ll be dead soon, so now your turn slut, so who’s your MASTER?” Damn! Hearing Warren tell me how infected he was made me jack my dick harder as he finished working his dick inside me and started doing long, deep strokes, ripping my guts open wider and wider each time he pulled out. “I’m the master,” I replied, as I wanted him to get worked up a bit and earn my ass for real. “What the fuck slut? You think you the master? Just cause you white? Well slut,” Warren said as his hands squeezed tighter around my neck, “I’m gonna make you a nigga bitch through all this cum I’m going to give you slut. The I’m the master again, cause it’s my dick up inside you and what I say goes, now take it slut! Beg for it! Tell your master how much you want his AIDs cum!” So I did, I begged, pleaded, said every dirty thing I could think of to get him to fuck me deeper, harder, and breed me with his infected load. “You want my cum? You want my death cum? My gutta snake spit? OH YEAH – MAKE MY SNAKE SPIT – TAKE IT SLUT – TAKE MY …” Warren hollered as he unloaded in my ass. His pace slowed as he worked it in and I kept begging for more, pleading for him not to stop. Warren pulled out, wiped off his dick with the edge of the bed cover and then walked over to the bedroom closet. He turned the light on and I didn’t pay attention to what he was doing as I was still pretty high and so missing his dick. WHACK! Fucking Christ, I started to turn around and move and Warren said, “Don’t run bitch, I want to make that ass red – WHACK! – yeah bitch – look at those red stripes on that pretty white ass, you need to remember I’m THE MASTER. Now get up.” I had tears in my eyes as he had whipped me pretty good. Warren put my hands behind my back and with the belt looped around them, tied them together with a length of the belt left for him to hang onto. “Bend back over!” Warren said, so I did, and as he half hauled me up off the bed he shoved his dick back in my ass. “Fucking slut, I got what you need, now open that hole, that’s it, open wide, I think the guys need to take you to see Uncle Jack, that fucked up nigga will shred your pussy. Oh fuck, got another nutt for you – damn fuck can’t hold off so good – TAKE MY AIDS, BE ANOTHER WHITE SLUT I KILL WITH MY CUM!!!! “Clean me off,” Warren growled as he pulled me back off the bed, straining my shoulder and arms that were still tied together with the belt. I knelt, licked his dick clean, tasted the tang of blood and thanked him for breeding my raw hole. He didn’t say anything, just hauled me up, he got dressed, then he pulled me backwards down the hallways to the living room. “What the fuck man? What did you do?” Dwayne asked. Warren said, “Just a little training as this white slut needs to learn who the true masters are, right? Got a good whore here who needs some more nasty dick – you ready?” “Fuck yo, I’m always ready and since you would not us let us get a taste of your boy over there, we be ready to get it in now!” Dwayne said as he got up off the couch, took the belt from Warren, and dragged me back to the bedroom. First Dwayne, then Malcolm, used the belt, fucked me wild, and gave me some more cum in my now totally bruised and sore hole. Malcolm then handed me back off to Warren who pushed me face down on the bed, laid on me as he sunk his dick into my used ass, and said, “I like you slut. I like that you are a true white slut who can’t get enough black dick. Anytime you want some more of this prison dick you know where I’m at. Come get me at Franklin. I could have fun getting a train of horned up brothas running on your ass. Got me a security guard at one of the buildings off the park who lets me take care of business in the loading dock area for a little something in exchange. Your ass would be his payment for sure, then I would run dudes up on you all night and I would make sure they all fucked you raw so either they giving you nasty shit or you give it to them. What the fuck do I care. You like that? I knew you would. I’d fuck you up – and we’d party. Maybe give you some hardcore shit as I know a few who would pay a premium to see you take on my man’s rottweilers – ever been knotted by a 4 legged dog? My man loves using a throat while his boys knot a hole – hmm – fuck that’s got me hot, oh damn slut, here’s SOME MORE CUM!” Warren untied me, let me do a couple lines as thanks, got dressed, then walked me back out to where the guys were. The white kid was still sitting off to the side and Malcolm and Dwayne were on the couch, dicks hard, smoking their pipes. “Show my boy where the bathroom is, then I gotta go,” Warren said and as the kid started to follow me I heard Warren say something to the guys and caught the words, ‘Go see Uncle Jack.’ Stay tuned for - PART 3 –UNCLE JACK’S HOUSE/CRAK DEN – PIMPED OUT

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