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I tried not to check for wet, semen spots on my denim shorts as I made my walk of shame back to the car and ran my tongue around my mouth savoring the lingering tastes of dick and cum. The sun was just peeking up over the Nebraska cornfields. The voices of a couple arguing carried on the summer wind, and the only other life up at that hour were a few birds hopping around and foraging for what the folks had tossed on the ground the night before. The 2016 primary election campaigns had been a chance to get out and see the world. For some reason, being from the East Coast seemed to make we well qualified to be sent to the Midwest to do some grassroots organizing. I had spent the month of May driving from one end of Nebraska to the other, and finally had a weekend off. Memorial day weekend was the start of the summer, and nothing got the summer off right so folks told me, like going to the carnival. People traveled from far and wide to enjoy the rides, food, see old friends and make new ones. With a half-eaten hot dog in one hand and a dented soda can in the other, I had taken my time walking around the carnival, just enjoying this different part of life on the open plains. Near the back of the fair grounds I noticed an entire section of the carnival was almost totally dark, deserted, centered around the Fun House - at least that’s what the blacked out neon sign on the top of what looked like several shipping containers strung together said. As I got near the far end of the Fun House I could hear banging of metal on metal, along with the frustrated voice of a man who kept repeating, “Worthless piece of shit. Mother-fucking-shit. Worthless piece of shit….” I dropped the remains of my hot dog and drink into a trashcan that had a big white sign sticking out of it - CLOSED. I peeked around the end of the corner and in the dim light could see a man bent over, banging a generator with a silver, metal wrench. There was a can of beer along with a big flashlight perched on the edge of the generator housing and when he next gave the generator a good whack, the flashlight started a fast roll, the can toppled, beer splattered on his pants, and with an unfiltered cigarette still dangling in his mouth he began wiping at his pants and swearing, “Shit, fuck. Mother-fucking-shit.” I could only stare as in his efforts to wipe off the excess liquor he had turned to the side and given me a great view of the fat dick head poking out through the hole in his left pant leg. Something made him aware I was there. He paused, stood up, gave me the once over, took his cigarette out of his mouth with a pinch of his thumb and forefinger and asked, “Hey, what’s up? Can I help you?” I took my eyes off the hole in his pants where his man snake had retreated, shook my head no, “Sorry. I was just wandering around.” He squinted as he took a puff, exhaled the smoke, smiled and said, “Well, since you sorry and all, how about giving me a hand a minute? Grab the light for me will you and shine it in the middle there.” I walked behind him, bent down, fetched the flashlight from the tall grass, and shined the beam onto the broke down generator. With his cigarette back between his lips, the man focused once more on whacking it here and there with his wrench. I don’t know much about mechanical things, but to me, seemed like maybe that was not the best choice. But as he did, I took the chance to look at him closer. His camo baseball cap was frayed around the brim. Beyond the holes in his pants, the tank top he had on appeared to have more holes and stains than anything else. His arms were nice and muscular and his hair appeared to be short, but he had long sideburns that edged down his face and stopped a few inches shy of meeting up with the full, Fu Manchu mustache he wore. I let my eyes continue down, lingering on the beds of sweat on his upper chest, then looked further down to the hole where his dick head had appeared before. The man was down on his right knee, with his left leg up and out, giving me the perfect angle to try to see his dick again if I just moved the light slightly back….”Hey - HEY!” the man said. I looked back at his face, his eyes met mine, he motioned forward with the wrench, “The light - on there - you mind?” I apologized, repositioned the light once more and tried to keep my eyes focused as he worked. “Well fuck,” he said. The man stood up, patted me on the back, “Come on.” He slammed the generator housing cover closed, walked around to the side, I followed trying to shine the light on the ground so we both could see. He went up a couple metal steps at the back, opened a door to a mechanical room, with me close behind. He took the flashlight from my hand, set it on a shelf so it cast off enough light to see by, closed the door, then sat down on a metal folding chair. “Want a beer?” he asked. I nodded, he fished one out of a cooler in the corner, popped one open for himself and took a long swig. “Jesus that’s good. You smoke?” he asked. “No, I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I replied. “Fuck that,” he said, “I’m talking about weed. That generator is toast, so my night is done. Time to get buzzed and lit - you want to join me?” A few minutes later we were sharing a smoke, emptying a fresh can of beer, and swapping stories. “You from around here?” he asked. I told him I was from out of town and staying in a motel about 20 miles away and had just come for the carnival. His name was Zeke, he and his brother Isaiah were the equipment maintenance guys and had been with the carnival since they got out of high school. Then he added a twist that made my dick hard and my need to get fucked zoom right to the surface, “This job may not pay a whole lot, but we got a roof over our heads - such as it is - travel here and there, I can drink my beer and smoke my weed pretty much all damn day and there’s an endless supply of new ass. Trust me, that’s a mighty good thing since both Isaiah and I are constantly horny.” I was still trying to figure out if he meant ass in the broader “straight man talking about girl pussy” sense or if he meant ass ass - like man ass. That thought process was interrupted as he handed me the joint, stood up, unzipped his pants, pulled out a long, thick, uncut dick, fluffed his balls, and I about choked to death as I inhaled just a bit too quickly. Zeke stepped towards the back wall of the small room, leaned forward and steadied himself with his left hand on the wall in front of him, spread his legs apart and let a stream of hot piss hit the back and trickle down, creating a dark puddle that slowly seeped into the wood floor. I exhaled my latest hit of the joint as Zeke turned, ran his right hand around the dripping head of his dick, then lifted it to his mouth and licked the drops off. He smiled, stepped over to me and dropped his pants to the floor, his dick so close and said, “Want to taste it? I seen you staring at my dick.” I held up the blunt for him to take, leaned forward, set my hands on the sides of his hips and started slurping on that hot daddy dick like there was no tomorrow. “Suck that shit,” Zeke ordered, “Taste that good daddy dick. That’s some real man dick there. You trying to swallow my load or how about I feed it up your ass?” I moaned at that and shifted and Zeke laughed, “Oh yeah smoke that daddy dick, smoke it up. Good boy. Here - take this and smoke this weed a bit while I get a taste of that ass. I’m a supreme assologist.” I stood up, dropped my shorts, stepped out of them, took the weed, leaned forward and moaned as Zeke buried his face in my hole and started lapping, slurping, tonguing my ass. The deeper the smoke went into my lungs, the deeper Zeke’s tongue went up my ass and I started grinding my hips back as it felt so fucking good. Zeke paused, I was holding a hit, when I almost dropped it and cried out in pain. He had taken advantage of my distracted state to stand up, grab my hips, and push his raw dick into my hole. “JUST RELAX, HIT THAT WEED AGAIN,” ZEKE SAID. “NO, NO,” I HALF-HEARTEDLY REPLIED. “YOU WANT THIS DICK DON’T YOU?” ZEKE ASKED, “I KNOW IT’S BIG, BUT I ALSO KNOW IT FEELS GOOD IN THAT ASS - FOR YOU AND FOR ME BOTH. GO ON, TAKE A BIG HIT - THAT’S IT - JESUS THAT HOLE JUST TOTALLY RELAXED AND YOU GOT ME NOW BOY - YOU GOT DADDY ALL THE WAY IN THAT ASS. TIME TO POUND IT OUT A BIT BEFORE I CUM.” It took me a sec to catch that last part, “Wait - no - no - please don’t cum in me,” I begged, yet I continued to push my ass back, meeting his thrusts and moaning as Zeke fucked me good. “I’M GONNA CUM…” ZEKE WARNED. “Please pull out, please don’t shoot in….” Zeke interrupted my objection like I was not even speaking, “GETTING READY TO BLOW AIDS COTTON CANDY UP THAT ASS - FEEL MY STICK COATING YOU UP? TWIRLING MY AIDS CUM CANDY? GOOD BOY FOR DADDY - YOU A GOOD BOY - TAKE DADDY’S CANDY. FUCK YEAH FILLING THAT ASS!!!” Zeke continued pumping like he had not shot a load in days. His dick finally slid from home, he turned me around, looked into my eyes, smiled, then tilted his head as he leaned down and gave me a long, passionate kiss. “Thank you boy. I needed that.” Zeke whispered. I managed to ask, “Are you really? Did you...I’m NEG and…” Zeke sat down, his pants still around his ankles, his dick slick and shimmering in the flashlight’s glow, “Oh yeah, I coated that ass good with some AIDs nutt. Where’d that lighter go - ah! Nothing like a nice ass, good weed, hey pop me a beer. Let daddy fill this bladder back up, give you a good gut full of piss too.” The mechanical room was feeling awful stuffy and I was feeling a bit sick to my stomach realizing I had just taken a raw dick from someone I did not know, and he said he had AIDs to boot. Zeke patted his thigh, “Get over here. Get down there and suck on it a little. Taste that dirty nutt tang after a good fuck and fuck boy you was tight. Look at that - just thinking about giving you my candy is making my shit get hard again. Here - looks like you best take a few hits of this first. That’s it - some good weed makes it all better. Do what daddy says now, hit it - have another beer, then put this dick back in your mouth.” Zeke was right. The weed and beer helped and even though my mind - OK well a tiny, itsy, bitsy, spec of my mind screamed NO DON’T, I had to have that dick back in my mouth. I had been sucking him a few minutes when it seemed the taste changed. I leaned back, looked at the tip of his dick, and licked my lips at the amount of precum coming out. “Are you really POZ?” I asked. Zeke made a weird facial expression, “Don’t really matter now does it boy? But yes. I am. Toxic, POZ, AIDs bug, raw freak, dirty fucker now stand up and bend over so daddy can punish that ass some more for asking too damn many questions. You got to learn to lighten up, fucking live a little, and that sweet ass is too good to keep to yourself.” Another POZ load up my ass and I was following Zeke across to the far side of the fair grounds where the carnie workers had their trailers parked. I was pretty buzzed and really shouldn’t drive and Zeke offered to let me crash at his place - and said we could keep smoking and drinking. We wound our way through a few rows of RVs, hitch campers, and headed towards a medium sized tow camper hooked up to a beat up brown and white pickup that was parked off to the side from the rest, under a lone parking lot light. I could hear the muffled noise of a TV playing, saw the shifting light of the picture screen through the dingy curtains, and smelled the stench of weed emanating from the tin box. I smiled, yeah no wonder Zeke parked off to the side. Zeke opened the door, stepped in, and I followed, only to be hit by a wave of man funk and thick smoke. “Close the fucking door!” a voice bellowed. I snapped the door shut, Zeke shifted to the side and waved towards the middle of the camper, “This is Isaiah, my little brother.” The shock must have shown on my face as Isaiah looked nothing like Zeke. He was a lot taller, thicker, with long wild hair and a ZZ Top style beard. When he stood up from behind the small inset table, he took up half the fucking camper. My eyes followed his beard/chest hair trail down, across his heavy stomach and then rested on his horse dick, half hidden in a bushel of pubic hair. “Figured you’d be up and wouldn’t mind if I brought us home a little company,” Zeke said. Isaiah set the joint he was smoking down in a filled ashtray on the table, took a long swig from a bottle of beer, and just looked at me with a scowl. “Go on now,” Zeke pushed me a step forward, “He won’t bite - well he will, but not until he’s got that dick buried and you can’t run. He ain’t showered or nothing in about a week, so that dick cheese is ready to be harvested and he’s been saving it up for just such a special occasion.” Isaiah pulled his hair back away from his face with his left hand and looked down at me as I kneeled on the camper floor and reached out for his dick slowly like I was trying to slide a salmon away from a grizzly. I eased the long foreskin back and rolled it into a series of ridges behind his crusted, pale dick head. Zeke was right. There was enough cheese that you could have slathered up some bread and hit the griddle. A tap on my right shoulder, “Here, once you get it mostly clean huff on these. Fresh bottle of Jungle Juice poppers - will clean that palette, make your hole ease open, and turn you into a total pig boy for your daddies.” I gagged, choked, swallowed and when I tried to pull off his growing horse dick Zeke stepped close behind as Isaiah held my head so I had no place, and way to run. Their bodies pressed tighter and I heard them moan and other sounds. Were they kissing? Christ that gives whole new meaning to brotherly love. I’m a damn good dick sucker and love a challenge, so I kept pushing forward until my nose was buried in the top of his pubic hair and my throat was convulsing around his shaft. I couldn’t breath, but knew that was OK and started to count in my head, 1 sec, 2 sec, 3 sec,...I hit 27 before the brothers separated. I pulled back, gasping. Isaiah pulled me up, pushed me towards the back of the camper and as I lay on my back on the bed he tossed the bottle of poppers at me. I opened the cap, spilled some on my hand, sniffed them good and deep and pulled my legs back. I needed that big country dick up my ass - NOW! “POZ HIS HOLE MAN. I ALREADY DUMPED TWO LOADS OF MY AIDS COTTON CUM CANDY UP IN THERE AND HE WANTS IT - HE NEEDS IT - TOTAL NEG BUG CHASER!” Zeke said from behind his brother. Isaiah had my legs up so my ankles were hooked on his shoulders and he was slamming my ass as deep as he could go with no foreplay. The initial shock of his entry had quickly given way to a fucking fantasy fuck. Isaiah’s long hair fall down the sides of his face, framing his intense stare as he looked in my eyes with a serious, focused glare. I reached up and starting tugging at his nipples. His left upper lip curled, I twisted harder, and his lip now curled up enough to show teeth, as his breathing got louder. I had to have it all so I begged while I twisted his nipples as hard as I could, “FUCK ME. POZ ME, PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR AIDS, PLEASE POZ ME.” My ass had never been so totally owned as it was right then. Isaiah pulled me a bit closer to the front of the bed, bent me over even more so he could hook his hands up behind my shoulders. I had never knowingly taken a POZ dick before his brother. I sure as hell had never begged for it. But there was some primal drive, some awakening in my soul, a realization of some new need, desire, to be owned, marked, taken, filled, and bred by any dick I came across no matter the consequences. Isaiah leaned down and started kissing me; his beard scratching my lips and face and he grunted, growled, and tongue bathed me. He picked up his dick pace and I thought for sure he was going to cum, but then he eased off, started doing slower strokes, which just made me crazy. “DON’T STOP!” I gasped. He then slammed hard and fast once more, my moans lost in his open mouth as we melded our spit. Again he eased off, slowed his strokes, which was not right - I needed that dick! OVER AND OVER ISAIAH FILLED ME DEEP THEN EASED BACK TO TEASE MY HOLE. MY BODY WAS QUIVERING AND MY ASS WAS SPASMING AND BEFORE I KNEW WHAT WAS HAPPENING I ARCHED MY BACK, ISAIAH SENSED THE CHANGE IN MY BODY AND SLAMMED IT HARD AND DEEP AS HE COULD, AND I STARTED TO SHOOT TWIZZLER LIKE STRANDS OF HOT CUM BETWEEN OUR TORSOS WITHOUT EVER HAVING JACKED MY DICK. THE CLENCHING OF MY HOLE ON HIS RAW DICK WAS ALL ISAIAH NEEDED, AND HE TOO STARTED TO GRUNT AS SPUN OUT HIS AIDS COTTON CANDY DEEP IN MY ASS. Once the draining of his charged load was complete, Isaiah pulled himself out and off me, gently shoved me to the side, crawled up on the backside of the bed and promptly started snoring. I gave him a look of indignation as Zeke laughed, “Oh, don’t worry. He’s like that. Just needs a quick catnap is all. He’ll be back up in no time ready to go another round. In the meantime, come out here and smoke with me and while you hit this fresh roll let me stir his nutt around in your hole with my dick. That shit was hot as fuck!” That’s how the rest of the evening and night went - the two brothers taking turns sharing a joint, sharing a drink, sharing my ass and mouth. As I left their camper in the morning, Isaiah - who I learned was a man of few words but a whole lot of action - shoved a crumpled up piece of paper into my hands with a smile. Once I had made it to my car, I ironed the paper out on the car seat. It was a schedule for the summer of the dates and towns where the carnival was going to be along with a handwritten note at the bottom, “WE’LL BE HERE TWO MORE WEEKS AND YOU ARE WELCOME BACK ANY NIGHT. WE GOT ROOM ON THE ROAD FOR ONE MORE TOO - SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING THE REST OF THE SUMMER?” (*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!)

last night I was really itching for some. I'm a bit picky so I hit up my friend who's a cop, he's around 40 years old, fit, buzzed head, blue collar kind of guy. now let me tell you a bit about his dick. it's huge- about 9 inches long and almost as thick as a coke can- and I'm no power bottom. every time we've tried to fuck with a condom it hurts too much, I've even cried before lol. anyways I started prep about a month ago and decided to finally take the plunge into some hot bareback. I told him he could fuck me raw. I was over in about 30 min, sucking his dick until he flipped me on my back and started eating me out like never before, I guess he was excited. he slicked it up and i took a hit of amyl and the entire fuckin thing was in me in about 20 second- something that never happened before in the 6 months or so that I've known him. let me tell you, it felt fucking great. I blew my load in 10 minutes and he blew his inside me shortly after. will definitely be going back for more soon.

I spent two days of Memorial Day weekend in Atlanta getting mounted and mated like the breed steed I am. The first day was spent taking a few guys at my CHeshire Inn hotel room followed by some solid use at the Manifest sex club. I didn't get near as much cock as I had during CumUNion but I still came away with 12 sex partners and 9 loads in me. As usual my beefy ass attracted some fine horsemeat to it and I those guys bred me deep. At 3am I headed back to my room and passed out only to be awakened by a huge thunder storm about 6am--the kind that makes the walls rattle. After trying to go back to sleep for the next half hour I realized that wasn't going to happen so I hauled out of bed and went and got breakfast. During breakfast I was messaged by a guy on grinder that said he was horse hung. The pics weren't kidding. he was huge. After I finished eating, I went back to my room, hosed out my fuck guts real good and went to meet him. True to his work, he was the thickest cock I have ever seen on a human that was natural. It was 10 x 8 to 8.5 depending on where you measure on the hefty shaft. He was excited to meet me since most guys, even ones that enjoyed big cock, had trouble handling him. I was still well used from the night before and trying to wrap my hand around his horse meat only made me want it more. The next hour of me life was amazing as he was in me and pulling all the way out, admiring my huge canyon hole gape and shoving his massive cock back in me. It was like taking a pony that was walking on two legs--literally. I had toys his thickness and thicker but never dreamed I would take a real person this huge. By 20 minutes in he was going on about how guys couldn't take him and the majority that could only lasted 5 to 10 minutes. He was blown away by my ability to accommodate him as he went in me from multiple positions and every angle he could. The feeling of excess pleasure was indescribable and on the level of getting fisted. The feeling every time his massive cock pulled out of me was that same feeling when a guy's paw and arm pulled out of me and his every pleasure nerve on the way our, leaving my hole gaping. The best part for me was that he is like me and is a gym guy that doesn't dirnk, smoke ot use recreational drugs. By the time he came I was a puddle of satisfied, used pig. We exchanged numbers and have texted since I left. Soon as one of us can get to the other's city we will be mating again. He wants to endurance test me and see how long I can last since I went longer than pretty much any guy he has ever been in. The rest of the day was decent but nothing to match the human horse. My hole stayed loose and wrecked as I headed to Flex around noon time and proceeded to get used by a series of guys in the sling including another horseman, who felt kinf of small after the ass wrecking morning I enjoyed. All in all I had 27 sex partners and 22 loads in about 36 hours. This is what I hope heaven is like. I can't wait to be mounted by my new stallion man and give him more pleasure as his huge meat trashes and slops my hole, which we both get off over.

2003 You pay the price for being too cautious. By the time I realized I was gay (first year of college), it was already widely known that HIV was transferred via sharing bodily fluids. Some activities were safer than others, but I avoided them all. I never did anything with anyone. I had plenty of gay friends because I was in art school, but none of them were abstinent. They went out and experimented in bars and parks, while I stayed home and drew in my sketchbook with reruns of "Bosom Buddies" on TV. Everybody told me I was wasting my youth, but at least I knew I was healthy. I graduated and moved to a semi-large city where the gay life was a little more active. Or so I'd heard....I stayed celibate and careful. I once hooked up with a nice-looking gay man who loved in my apartment building. I was so nervous and afraid of the encounter that I ruined the evening. I wouldn't even kiss him on the mouth. "What's the problem?", he finally asked. I told him I didn't want his spit in my mouth. "Are you serious?" He couldn't believe it. I told him my fears and he told me in no uncertain terms that I would someday overcome my fears but it'd be too late. I'd be too old for anyone to want. That hurt. But he was probably right. My 30th birthday had just passed and the 40's were on their way. I had a few gray hairs already. I'd spent so much energy trying not to die that I'd forgotten to live. Maybe it was time to change. I remember from high school algebra class that every equation has two separate sides that are opposite each other. Somehow I moved over to the other side and felt a switch click on in my brain. I'd get on my desktop computer and Google thongs like "how to get AIDS", "the joys of being HIV positive" and "Find local poz guys". I went through a lot of links and learned terms like 'bug-chaser', 'gift-give', 'breeding' and 'conversion'. I saw videos of skinny tattooed men fucking young, pretty studs with no condom. I read tons of stories about how much guys liked that they had been pozzed or about how they pozzed someone else. By the time I was 33, I was exploring this dark world nightly and getting painful boners. One of my favorite sites (now inactive) had photos, stories, essays and personal ads. The personal ads were split into two sections. The guys who wanted to be infected had ads under the caption "Please Give Me Your Gift, Sir" and the poz guys who wanted to infect negative men were under the caption "Accept My Gift, Buddy". Those four words were so fucking hot that just typing them now made me stiff. Unfortunately, there were no gift-givers in my general location. I checked night after night until a new one appeared that was from a giver right here in my town! The ad read: READY TO DIE? GWM, 38, 6'3, solid build, divorced. I've got the bug and want to give it to you. No-strings fucks only. Well of course I answered. I described myself and left my email address and phone number. And waited. On Saturday morning, my phone rang. "Hello?" "Yeah. You relied to my ad. Just called to say 'key'". "I'm so glad you did (was I really?). Great ad, by the way. I bet you had tons of replies." "Nope. Just you. That website is kind of obscure, but I also put it on some popular ones and you're still the only one who answered. One's all I needed, though. I need to give this gift to someone soon. " "Where are you?" "Well, since the divorce,I've been living in one of those motel rooms you rent by the week. It sucks, but I'm used to it now. I work as a bartender in a straight bar near the River district. I'll be there tonight but I won't be able to leave until 3 AM. Think you can come by and at least say 'hi'? The place is called "Beats". It might be busy or it might be dead. There's no telling." "I know where that is. I'll be there." "How will I know you? Wear something I'll recognize." "I'll be in jeans and a dark blue sweatshirt. My name is Will." "Cool. I'm Art. The other bartender is a chick -- so you'll know which one I am. Be there by 10, OK?" "See you then." click So there it was. I was further along into a quest that I never imagined I'd be on. It was still early, so I went back to bed. Sleep was impossible of course, but the possibilities and fantasies about what could happen put me into a waking trance of lust and a little fear. I took a long shower and shaved my face carefully. I'd managed to cut my chin several times with the razor. Nerves. I brushed my teeth way too vigorously because I remembered doing that caused bleeding of the gums and I wanted to expose tiny wounds in my mouth. I wanted all portals open to the gift. I got dressed and thought of putting on some cologne, but didn't. This wasn't a date I was going out to be fucked, not seduced. I was ready to die. By 9 PM, I couldn't take the waiting anymore. I left and made the short drive to where Art was waiting. "Beats" catered to young hetero people, but there were lots of more 'happening' clubs opening along the River District. I knew it wouldn't be crowded and it wasn't. I parked right up front and walked right in. Yep -- totally dead. The music wasn't even loud. I walked up to the bar and saw the lady bartender flirting with a punker-looking guy with tattoos and piercings. They were on the verge of a lip lock when I sat down. She seemed annoyed and asked me what I needed. "Um...is Art here?" "In the back. He'll be out in a minute." She resumed her conversation with the punker. Just then, a large guy walked in from the storage room. He looked so different than what I'd pictured. He was kind of cute in a goofy way. He was big and reminded me on a puppy whose paws were too big for its body. His expression was clear and open -- like he was waiting for a question. Nice. I liked him immediately. The girl waved her manicured hand in my direction. "You got a visitor here." He put down the crate of freshly-clean glasses and looked at me. "Will?" ""Hi, Art." "Hi!" He seemed to approve of my appearance. Possibly, a little surprised. He was every inch if 6'3" and wearing one of those long underwear shirts beneath a T-shirt. Manly, casual. He sure as hell wasn't dressed to impress, but I still was. Maybe he noticed the admiration in my eyes. "I'm taking my break now, Rima. Go see if anybody at the tables needs anything." She pouted a little and moved off to do a job she obviously hated. "Come sit down at the end of the bar. I'll get us a couple of shots." I moved down to where he was stacking glasses somewhere below where I could see. He dried his hands and came out to sit next to me. He seemed to bounce as he walked. He had a jumpiness I could relate to. He produced a few shot glasses filled with red liquid. "It's Hot Damn, 150 proof. Careful. Go slow." The punker left without leaving so much as a quarter tip. Poor Rima. She came back to the bar and got a rag to wipe up all the empty tables that people were leaving. It was getting desolate in here. "She's in a bad mood. The owner told us tonight that we're shutting down at the end of the month. I saw it coming. She didn't." "Just leave and find another shitty bar job. I've never been unemployed for more than a week," He got up, walked behind the bar and turned the music almost all the way down. He brought back two cold bottles of beers. "Let's go sit at a table." We sat at one in a dark corner. Nobody was left. "Let's drink up some free beer and then leave. I'm quitting now." SO we drank beer after beer and he talked out loud about what he had to do next. He'd call a few guys and probably start a new job by Monday. The light was low, but I could still see that open, inquisitive expression he had. I waited for a question. None came, so I asked one. "When did you get divorced?" "Oh God. It was over a year ago. She found out about how much fucking around I was doing. I'd given her a couple of disease, but not HIV. She was so pissed. I went to the clinic and found out I had the whole alphabet of STDS. " "Why did you cheat on her?" "Occupational hazard, I guess. Girls dig bartenders and I didn't resist any offers. Plus, my wife never loved me. We were trying to start a family, but she'd abort any baby I'd plant in her. I wanted a kid...and now I guess I'll never have one." "Why do you want to poz someone?" "Shit, Will. I was so drunk when I composed that ad. I was acting on pure impulse." "Oh." "Why the fuck do you want my poz seed?" I explained my strange journey here and he nodded, "You want a smoke? I need one.". He left, unlocked the cigarette vending machine and pulled out multiple packs of various brands. "Still want to let me do this to you?", he asked. I nodded as I opened the the second beer. "Well, I want to, Will." "Tonight?" "Why not? I'm ready to just walk out of here. My rented place is in The Dunham Inn right up the street. The building and hallways are a little scary, but my place is pretty nice and the locks are secure. I'll steal a bottle of something and we can go do it. Leave your car here and I'll bring you back in the morning. Ready?" I was. "I'm feeling weird now." "Why?" "I wasn't expecting anyone like you?" He paused. "I thought this was going to be a simple fuck...just me putting a load of death into some random dude's ass. I wanted no attachment -- just release and satisfaction. I thought it be no problem." "it's still no problem. I want to accept your gift. It would be an honor, Will." "OK. Good. Keep talking to me like that." Right then we arrived at his "motel". The building was as scary as promised. Blinking neon and assorted lowlifes hanging around outside. "Stick close to me. I'm big enough to scare most of them." His room was not so bad. A big bed and a TV that had been left on. He turned it off and starting stripping off his clothes. He flopped back on top of the bed in his jockey shorts. "Join me, Will." I got undressed and lied right next to him. "Keep talking like you were before." "I've told you everything. I want that lethal cock and that lethal load inside of me. Talk to me now." He pulled down his underwear and started stroking his big red dick. "This cock of mine is pure death. It will kill you and you have to promise me you really want it." I was out of talk. I got between his big thighs and started kissing his deadly organ. It got hard so fast. I grasped it at the base and studied it. It was pulsing with his heartbeat. It wasn't death. It was as alive as his heart or brain. Human and healthy. I kissed his balls which made him moan a little. I made slow work of worshipping his shaft. My sucking skills were untested, but I went for it. He arched his back and bucked back and forth into my mouth. He rolled over and pushed my legs apart with his hips. "We need to do this now." "I'm ready." "Are you" Are you really ready to die?" "DO IT!" He plunged into my hole. It was impossibly painful, but my hormones and adrenaline were cranked so high, that I didn't cry out or resist. He got it all the way in and let me get used to it. Then he pumped and found a pace he liked. He bucked faster and started mumbling. "I am giving you this shit in my body. It'll be your shit next. Our shit. Ohhhhh. I'm cumming!" And then this mission had complete. We both had what we wanted now. We fell asleep in each others' arms.

I get home from IML and my baby brother is reading Mr. Benson , Leathercraft by Guy Benson and The Marketplace series by Lauren Antoniou. This is going to be a problem very soon.

CHAPTER 15: Jake immediately assumed the spot between Ty's legs, pulling Ty’s hips close, lightly teasing and touching his hole. Then, in one swift movement, he turned Ty over onto his back. My adorable little brother's face, relaxed and yet slightly fatigued, his brown hair sporting a serious case of bed head, emerged from the pillows, as did his very stiff dick. I had to admire Ty’s body which was mostly hairless, as I was some 10 years in the past. He was so damn, adorably cute. I had to admit to myself that a part of me always wanted him for myself. I watched with interest as Jake pulled my brother's ass up close to accommodate the business of breeding ass. Using his middle finger, he applied a little pressure, teasing Tyler before placing the head of his poz dick at the entrance, wiping some precum onto Ty’s well lubed hole. Then, with a quick push and a grunt, Jake pushed his cock head into Tyler. “Ahhh... ahhh... fuck… fuck… so good… feel so good,” Ty moaned as Jake’s dick worked its way into his body. From where I stood, holding Ty’s toothbrush, which was covered in his own blood, I was completely enthralled. It looked to me as if Jake’s dick was fitting into Ty's ass like a custom made glove. “Fuck yeah” softly escaped my lips. Jake pushes his way in further, eventually balls-deep, as he soaked in the pleasure of Ty’s warm ass. From experience I knew the wonderful sensations of Ty’s hole when it is surrounding a cock, in this case, a poz cock, and as Jake tantalized Tyler's body by rubbing, stroking and tweaking his torso, I could almost feel what Tyler was experiencing, especially as the slight amount of hair on Jake's body must have teased Tyler, who was virtually hairless. Studying the two of them go at it, I felt my cock starting to ooze precum, which could only mean I would need to top Tyler sooner rather than later. Ty's eyes seem glued to Jake's body, too. Jake seemed interested in Ty as well, appearing to be fixated on the lead pipe jutting up from my brother’s crotch, which struck me as somewhat odd as, when we have fucked, Jake has almost never even noticed my cock. I wasn't sure why he would, in particular, notice Ty’s. Honestly, I wouldn't expect him to give Ty’s dick any attention. "Chris, come here dude, suck your little brother’s neg dick for me," he said half-smirking, without breaking his gaze from Ty's eyes. I couldn't help but notice Ty didn't even glance at me as Jake spoke. I put the toothbrush down, and obeyed Jake’s words like one of Pavlov’s dogs, leaning over and sucking my own little brother’s dick right into my mouth. Initially my head was positioned perpendicular to Ty's body, but Jake gestured to encourage me to change my position, so I climbed over Ty, so we were into more of a “69” position, but I was intent on just taking care of him, I didn't try to get my ass or cock into his mouth. 'Jake must love the idea of his sweaty abs banging against my head' I thought as I focused on pleasuring Ty's cock. Not that I was unhappy. To be in the middle of the action, in this position in particular, was excellent. Talk about having a ring-side seat. By holding Ty’s nut sac, I could easily see past Ty's junk to where Jake's dick was moving in and out, and as Jake's cock slid out it tugged at Ty's ass lips much the way my cock did, only to push them back as he slid home again. The sheen of Jake’s cock, which was oozing with ass juices, bits of cum, and a tinge of what seemed likely to be Ty’s blood was thrilling. I remember thinking 'Ty’s ass must be bleeding some now, and is getting a dose of unmedicated poz sperm'. Which, I concluded, was not a good combination if one wanted to remain neg. I didn't know, of course, how often guys sucked Ty's cock, but on the assumption it was a relatively rare occasion, I put my heart into it, wanting to give Ty a treat. As I've hinted, Ty’s dick isn’t particularly big, so bottoming came natural to him, but his modest size had the happy result that my mouth easily formed a nice, warm cocoon around the shaft. A dark thought crossed my mind, “Bottoms who bareback end up HIV-positive, not gonna be squirting neg loads much longer gay boy," but that didn't distract me from my appointed task. Ty, meanwhile, was continuously moaning as a result of the stimulation he was receiving at both ends. I could feel his hair against my legs as his head thrashed back and forth, followed by Ty's body tensing up as he groaned “Gonna cum Chris … gettin’ close.” Somehow I got the impression he was actually asking permission of Jake to cum, and apparently Jake heard the same request as he gasped "Let it go boy … spill that last neg load," without, however, pausing in his assault on Ty's ass. Looking up from Ty's crotch I could see Jake’s body was wet with sweat, and rivulets ran down his torso, some splattering, I imagined onto my neck and into my hair. Without forethought the thought "Mmmmm… I’d love to get in those arm pits of his right now,” flashed across my brain. Sensing a change in Ty’s body, I knew his need to cum was taking over, and sure enough, abruptly his second orgasm of the night ripped through his body. This time, however, with his cock deep inside my mouth, he involuntarily squealed as he unloaded, his load erupting into my mouth, my lips tightening around his cock to ensure I got every drop of his cum. "Keep sucking Chris," Jake urged, adding "Help your little bro squirt." Jake was clearly getting off on the sight of some brother-on-brother incest and maybe thought of my swallowing Ty's load. In any event, Jake puts his hand on top of my head as I swallowed Ty's cock, clearly approving of the turn of events. I was turned on by the taste of Ty’s cum, although I mumbled “I want this cock poz,” even if, as a result of Ty’s softening cock which was still stuffed in my mouth, my words were unintelligible. I barely finished sucking down Ty's salty cum when Jake took me by the hair commanding "Get behind me and lick my hole, babe." I was spellbound by the control he was exhibiting. He was apparently quite an Alpha when fucking. I looked him and without a word, stood-up, moved around to his ass, finding myself transfixed by the vision of Jake's ass bulging and contracting as he pistoned in and out of Ty. Spreading his muscular cheeks, it occurred to me his hole was almost certainly tight as, now that he was poz, Jake mostly topped. It also occurred to me his crack was also beautifully furry, and his hole seemed to be winking at me. I drooled in anticipation, wanting to lick it, suck it and tongue fuck his until Jake lost some of that self control. "Get your mouth on my hole, dude … make out with it", he demanded. Yeah, Jake was in the Alpha-zone and fully expected me to comply. He reached behind himself trying to find my head, but I manage to get my mouth into his crack before he could force me. Running my tongue over Jake's pucker, I slid my tongue up his crack. The salty smell and taste of his ass sweat filled my nostrils and mouth, inviting me to move south again to really go after the prize. I pushed my way in, as best I could giving his incessant movement, although he slowed his his rhythm a bit to allow me to slip my tongue into his hole, tensing up as I made entrance. "That's it dude, … get in there," he moaned. Pushing deeper, I was lost in his words. Jake's asshole occasionally clamped down on my tongue, which added to our mutual pleasure. I did my best to lick and suck as Jake attempted to increase push himself over the top. I was certain Ty's ass would very soon receive another toxic load of sperm. “My baby brother … intentionally pozzed," I thought as I pleasured Jake’s hole. Jake leaned forward, kissing Ty. The angles were weird, and they could scarcely connect, so I pulled back for a moment. Ty wrapped his arms around Jake, which allowed Jake's strong hands to pull Ty's back up so they could make out, without disturbing Jake's cock was was still deeply buried in Ty’s ass. From my earlier sexual experiences with Jake, I knew Jake as a fierce kisser and sure enough his lips pushing Ty's mouth open as Jake's tongue licked the inside of Ty's mouth, which led them both to pant and moan. "I'm gonna cum so hard in your hole, boy! I’m gonna dump a poz load in you. Your ready for this?" Jake asked. "Breed my cunt … breed me. Fucking fill my ass with poz cum." I was somewhat stunned by the Ty's command. I had never heard him make such a definitive statement - or seen or heard him be so filthy. Looking back, it is somewhat amusing to see how one's perception of another as innocent could be so easily shattered. I watch Jake bite down on Ty's lower lip, “Ahhhh… ahhhh… fuck … fuck," as his orgasm hit. I slid under the two of them, taking the opportunity to lick Jake's balls and shaft as the poz cum flowed out of his dick and into Ty’s body. His big balls lifted and contracted rhythmically as the cum flowed. The position also gave me the opportunity to recall my experiences as a bottom with Jake as prominent among such memories is the thought of the smell and the sensation of his body and his beautiful dick. From the position where I was crouched I surmised Ty was also caught-up in the smell Jake’s breath and arm pit sweat. When he was done, I quickly extracted myself and Jake pushed forward, collapsing on top of Ty. His dick slipped out and the two continue making out. I could see Jake’s poz dick hanging right there in front of me, and I couldn't help but go for that last drop of cum oozing out of the head of his dick as I generally cleaned-up the poz rod. After I had carefully savored the last drop, I swallowed Jake's entire cock, even as I realized Jake's cock tasted like Ty's ass. Jake and Ty are making out and I get up and move my face closer to them. “Fuck yeah,” I moaned in agreement. Ty looked over at me, broke his kiss with Jake, and commenced making out with me.

1994 It's pretty unfair that when you're young and the most horny you'll ever be in your life, your judgement is so poor. That was me at 23. I'd always made good grades and had a reputation for being practical and responsible, but I wasn't exactly wise...especially when it came to sex. I knew I was gay and I knew about AIDS (or thought I did) and I knew I had a boner all the time. I had read enough and seen enough to know that most HIV+ guys were really skinny. I just assumed that all the really thin guys I saw were infected and all the hefty men were healthy. So I was only attracted to the huskier guys I saw. I forgot about the fact that I was super slim and looked like a beanpole. I liked to see some fat on a man. Now I'm not saying I liked the obesity or anyone so fat they need help standing up from a chair unassisted. I had a specific type. I liked big men with beer guts. I especially liked if they didn't try to disguise their stomachs with over-sized shirts or sweaters. My ideal was a broad man who didn't care that he had love handles or a big ass. Back then, all the males my age were gym-obsessed and vain. They watched their diets and flexed and dressed in clothes that enhanced their 'perfect' physiques. No thanks. I wanted a real man who was just himself and not wondering what everybody thought of his body. I made eye contact with a lot of fat men at the grocery store and at work. I tried to send a mental signal that I wanted them, but they probably couldn't read it. By shear luck, I found a bar nearby that seemed to cater to 'real' men. It was a tiny little gay tavern that only played country music. I hated the tunes but loved the patrons. These were what you'd call "good old boys". I tried to fit in as best I could. I made friends with the female bartender. At least I assumed she was female. I'd learned that some drag queens were so good at their craft, that you couldn't believe they were men. Anyway -- Ellie and I chatted all the time as I sat there alone at the bar. I once asked her if she liked her job and if the music didn't get on her nerves at times. "I get pretty good tips and the music doesn't bother me so much anymore. Some of it is actually pretty good. As it gets later, Ken sometimes plays some old rock 'n roll." "Ken?" "He's the DJ. Go request something if you want. Ooh -- request some Tanya Tucker. That girl is my soul sister, I swear." I slid off the bar stool and carried my beer over to the tiny DJ booth. Ken was a short, fat guy with his shirt unbuttoned to the navel. I'm sure he did that because he had an impressive amount of chest and belly fur. "Ellie wanted me to ask you to play some Tanya Tucker." He didn't hear me. I guess his hearing was shot. He wasn't that old, but lots of guys in his profession had some form of nerve deafness. He looked at me and gave a winning smile. "Hi. I'm Ken. You new here?" I said (louder this time) "Hi. I'm Eddie. Can you play some non-country?" "What? Like Beastie Boys? No, sorry. The crowd comes for this stuff." Ken and I talked a lot. I thought he was too busy for a chat because he kept switching records and fiddling with turntables, but he beckoned me back every time I walked away. He was a talker. He also had a longtime lover. Oh well. We chatted a bit longer and then he played a song called "Behind Closed Doors" by some guy I'd never heard of. It was a sexy song and I liked it a lot. It fit my mood so well. Some of the regulars came over to request stuff and talk to him so I went back to the bar. Ellie was busy too. I was on my own. I stood around and watched the pool game which seemed to a big thing here. The guys playing were really good and really into it. One of them was so eager to make a shot that he backed all the way up and I had to move. I shuffled away and bumped into somebody. "Shit. Sorry." "No problem, little man. These guys are fierce competitors." I looked him up and down. He was perfect. A 6'2" bear, wearing a flannel shirt tucked into his faded jeans and giant cowboy boots. He had a big gut, but it was solid. I'd felt it when I backed into him. "Hey. I'm sorry again. Let me go get you a beer." "S'okay, dude. Let me finish this one first and then we'll go have a real drink. Besides, Don't you wanna see who wins this?" I made wish after wish that somebody would win soon. And then the game was over I guess. I don't know anything about pool -- although the sound of the balls clacking was interesting. "Let's head up to the bar and let Ellie serve us a couple of boilermakers. Sound good?" I had no idea what a boiler maker was, but I wanted to be with this man. We sat and he almost wordlessly asked Ellie for the "real" drinks. "I never seen you here before. What's your name?" "I'm Eddie. I come here pretty often, but really can't take the music for very long." "My name's Eddie too. Well...'Ed'. You seriously don't like any of the music?" "No. I just like the vibe here. But there was one song I liked...some song about being inside closed doors." "Charlie Rich. My man. Go buy the CD tomorrow. You won't be sorry." "What do you do, Ed?" "This and that. I mostly do construction or landscaping. I've been poor and hired out for a long time. Can I ask how old you are?" "22. I'll be 23 next month." ""Hell! I've got underwear older than you, Eddie!" He laughed. Ever had a boilermaker? They're good. We sat and sipped them and made idle chat for a long time. I was really sick of the music, but liked Ed's company. The bar was emptying out. Ellie was giving me looks and trying to communicate something with her eyes, but I couldn't read it. About that time, DJ Ken started playing some old rock. "I Wanna Hold Your Hand", "Good Vibrations", "Crocodile Rock", etc. Ed could see my face light up. "You like oldies, huh? Well, I'm 45. You ought to like me." "Oh, I liked you already, Ed." Drunk. I was officially drunk. I would have never been so open otherwise. Ken was looking over at us and grinning like a fool. He played even more rock and I was bouncing in my seat a little. "Wanna dance?", he asked casually. "There's no dance floor here." "Let's go in the back and make our own dance floor. Come on." He pointed me to a dark corner and told me to wait while he got us a couple of shots. I stood in the shadows near a dart board while he fetched more alcohol. Nobody else was here except for Ken and Ellie. As Ed walked back, he had few quick words with DJ Ken. The place was silent and very dark. He handed me a glass and told me to drink it fast. I did. "Ready to dance, Little Eddie?" "There's no music.' That's when "Behind Closed Doors" slowly snaked out of the speakers. Perfection. Ed embraced me close. We didn't so much dance as we made out. He kissed me so hard that I was sure is beard and mustache would rip my lips off. His big stomach felt like heaven and my own powerlessness against his weight gave me a huge boner. He had one too. It was thick, man-sized boner that pressed into me through his jeans. "Can I take you to my place, Little Eddie? It's close." "I want that." "I want you!" We left just as Ellie was about to announce 'last call'. Ed of course drove a giant pickup. I almost hoped he would drag me into the back of it and fuck me there. But I climbed up into the front seat and away we sped. He had a major audio system but never got a chance to let me hear it because we were at his little house within minutes. Once inside, he told me to get comfortable as he rapidly took off his boots. "I take my shoes off the second I get home." I looked down at his giant feet. He was wearing white socks that probably needed a washing or two. His big belly was hypnotizing and I couldn't help but stare at it with lust. "Checkin' out my crotch, boy/' "All of you, Ed. You're perfect.' "Perfect, huh? Let's see what you got. Strip." I did. I removed all my clothes and he led me back to his dark bedroom. He instructed me to lie on my stomach....which I did while he took off the rest of his clothes. And then he was on top of my back. He supported himself on his elbows as he kissed my neck. "No. Put your full weight on me." He did. He was probably close to 300 pounds and I was sunk all the way down into the mattress. He wiggled and writhed all over me. I could feel his dick poke me here and there. He rolled me over to face him. "Want to be fucked, Eddie?" "Yes." "Ever been fucked before?" "No." "Well, OK. This will take a little time then. Suck me bit first. He hovered right above me...that beautiful gut brushed against my eyes as he aimed his prick into my mouth. I sucked that organ like my life depended on it. I needed him to feel good. He responded with thrusts that bumped into the back of my throat. My gag reflex was overcome by my ecstasy. "Shiiitttt, Little Man! I don't want to cum now." He stood up, his hard dick bouncing, and fumbled around in a drawer. He stood over me with a condom and tube of KY. He lubed my ass up as well as his sheathed dick. He got back down on top of me and we kissed long and hard. He tried working that meat into my ass, but it just couldn't even make a dent. I reached down and pulled at the rubber. "Leave it be, Eddie.' He eventually got the head in my hole. It hurt like hell, but the feeling of his heavy stomach on mine was so nice. He worked a few more inches in and I had to stop it. "Take off the condom, Ed. It's burning me." "Fuck no. This rubber is for you, boy. Not me. I got dirty seed and I ain't about to give it to you." "PLEASE?" "You serious? You understand what you're asking?" "I'm not an idiot." "Well -- Yes you are, But OK." He slid the greasy condom off and held it front of my face. There was blood on it. He put one big finger into it and poked a gaping hole in the end. It was useless latex now. But he had an evil grin on his face. "Thanks. Let's go." "Damn, Eddie. I thought you were smarter. I should have made you sign something first.", he said as he kept lubing up his naked dick. "It's too late to go back now.' i heard his voice. He was as excited as I was. And then he plunged back in, splitting my torso in half. I couldn't scream because one of his big paws was over my mouth. '"Too late. Too late. No crying now. Get ready." He arched up and pushed harder. I wanted to reach around and grab his huge ass, but was unable. He was taking away all my strength. "You're getting it now, stupid boy. I'm giving you the worst souvenir ever. AHHHH!" And then it was over. I couldn't get sick from this? He was heavy and healthy. I got sick alright. Ed came to my apartment and nursed me through a very bad flu. c

This make him even hotter to me.

This chapter is dedicate to @RotzBBengel, because I think he will appreciate the story line. CHAPTER 14 As I’m about to head back to the living room a dirty thought occurs to me, I say it to Ty softly and with a lustful tone, “Get on all fours sexy. I only wanna see that hot hole of yours teasin’ me when I get back … face down, ass up”. Ty just looks at me his tongue hanging slightly out of his mouth and his best “fuck me” eyes and I quickly leave the room before my dick ‘accidentally’ falls into his ass again. I feel perverted. I’m intentionally putting my own health at risk by having raw sex with Jake, and I’ve made peace with being poz. Jake and I glorify it when we fuck, and personally, I keep hoping one of his toxic loads does the deed and knocks me up. But the fucking dirty pervert in me really wants Ty to take a poz load from Jake, and the truly perverted part of my brain wants him HIV-positive, too. Just the thought of that waiting hole is making me leak. I feel like a horny lab rat testing the effects of too much caffeine, I’m hard, energized, and running circles in a maze. I can smell the dampness in my pits; its nearly too much for me. When I get to the living room, Jake is sitting there on the couch looking hot as fuck – naked and ready. “Hey sexy”, I say as he moves toward me, and grab on to his cock while planting a kiss on him. “Ready to breed my tight neg …”, and I momentarily pause. He looks at me deliciously and reaches around to feel my hole, I know he thinks he’s fucking me. I quickly add, “… baby bro, Ty?”. I can see the words register as he looks intently at me. A smiles slowly develops on his face, “Dude … you’re fucking your little brother… that’s fucking twisted!”, he says. He reaches over and grabs a framed photo of me and Ty and glares at it. I put my hand on his ass and respond, “Well… I am now”, and then gently take the photo from him and setting it back down. He gives me another evil grin. I move to get my laptop and turn the cam recording software back on. I turn it around to show Jake, “See”, I tell him. On the screen you can clearly see Ty waiting ass up, “That’s a perfect little twinky ass waiting for another poz load”. Knowing Jake, I can almost imagine the twisted thoughts going through his head as he looks at the screen, then at me, then back, smiling as he does. “Fuck I’m so horny”, he says as I set the laptop down. “Me too”, I respond, and I see Jake raise an eyebrow, “Fuck yea”, nodding at me. I grab Jake’s hand and we head toward my bedroom. I know how much Jake enjoys breeding neg ass and part of me is turned by the idea of watching him fuck and breed Ty with the same toxic semen he’s been pumping into my ass for weeks now. We stop in the doorway glaring at Ty’s ass. He leans into my ear, “He’s neg?”, I shrug my shoulders, “Think so” which prompts me to look over at the test kits. Without saying anything I grab Ty’s test, the one nearest the bed, one slight red line is showing. I show Jake, mouthing the word “Neg” while lightly flexing my eyebrows as if to say “see”. He looks at me, grinning, I know he’s horny and turned on, but then he looks away and his eyes enlarge a bit. A devilish smirk crosses his face and I realize he’s looking over my shoulder at the other test kit. I grabbed Ty’s test so quick I didn’t even notice my own, I lean into him, “That’s mine”, and I turn around to switch Ty’s for mine. I’m frozen for a second looking at it carefully, but its clear, there are two faint red lines on the test. “I’m … I’m positive”, comes out of my mouth but its barely audible. I’ve administered hundreds of these tests I know exactly what two red lines mean. I suddenly feel a bit pail, tingly and light-headed, I turn around and show Jake. He nods. He’s looking at it, then my body, he leans into me and says it softly … “Poz”. I look at the test again, then at him, then the test; time seems to stand still for a moment while I collect my thoughts. Then I just nod my head at him affirming the test’s result. I set it back down, moving back to Jake and finally mouthing the words with a wicked grin, “Jake. I’m poz!”. I know these tests can often take weeks or months to show an accurate result, and I also know once in a while they aren’t 100% accurate, but right now I’m fairly sure – I am HIV+. “I’m poz”, saying it this time in his ear, I can hardly believe the words as I’m saying them. Jake kisses me, and whispers in my ear, “You’re poz” … then waiting a second for dramatic effect he adds, “… hot fucker”. I grab his cock and whisper back, “Your doing.” "No, we both did this," he responded. Part of me was elated. My only response was to nod in agreement. Taking hold of our poz dicks, I rubbed them together, kissing him as a sign of my approval. My head was swimming but I certainly wasn't surprised by the test result. Jake hadn't been taking any meds and we had been having lots of bareback sex; we were both intent on me converting. If I was surprised, it was only that my conversion occurred rather quickly. Jake looks at over Ty’s ass, then back to me, “He know?”, he asks softly. I shake my head. A grin covers our faces. I know Ty is about to be fucked and bred with more unmedicated poz cum. I feel almost a little weird and twisted about trying to convert my own brother, but a dark part of me hopes the virus that’s in my cum takes him over the edge. I climb on the bed behind Ty, my breathe on his hole, “You ready for more babe?” He responded with a soft 'Yeah'. “Open it up for us," I instructed. Ty reaches behind himself with both hands and starts to pull his cheeks open. His hole is still wet with cum from me and Cody. He’s already taken two poz loads today. I blow on his hole and he reflexes a little and the I spit and lick at it, “fuck” comes out of his mouth in a slow moan. "Fuck," Jack muttered as he gazed at my little bro's wet hole. Ty rubs the spit into his hole and then I spit on him some more, "That hole needs to be wet." “I’m already wet Chris," , he says, “… please fuck me again”, I hear him. I look up at Jake with a huge smile, and he’s giving me his most devious grin that says, “Again, huh?”. Ty is fingering himself a little bit and working my spit into and around his ass. I know he’s horny and he can’t resist touching himself. Taking that as a cue that he wants it, I line up my poz dick with Ty's hot little hole. "You ready for this babe?", I ask. “This what you want?”, pressing against his hole teasing him, “You want poz dick in your ass?”. “OH fuck… fuck … fuck me Chris … please fuck me”, he responds from the pillows covering his face. Fucking Ty earlier I tried to be gentle at first. I loved the way his body tightened up, shook, spasmed, and then relaxed; his ass seemed to resist before suddenly giving in. Right now though, he’s been used, he’s wet and I’m just going to lay into him. I push forward plunging into my brother's ass. The thick head of my dick disappears into Ty inch after inch. Without a cock in my ass I can focus solely on using Ty to get me off. The sensations coming from my dick are amazing and if I hadn’t just unloaded a bit ago I’d worry I might blow this load too fast. I can already feel my dick leaking some of its venomous precum into him, and that perverted thought gives me a bit of a thrill. I get most of my poz dick into him and I can hear him grunting a little, but I’m not stopping until my balls are resting against his ass. I push just that extra bit harder to get it in all the way. Ty is twitching, and his stretched out asshole is tightly grabbing the base of my dick. I could feel him squeezing down on my cock, “Ahhh… fuck yeah, Ty. you want this?” "Fuck yeah," he answered, giving my dick an additional anal squeeze, just for emphasis. I was so wrapped up in breeding Ty that I’m completely ignoring Jake right now, but I feel like he’s ok just watching us, taking in brother on brother sex. Lowering my body on top of Ty's, it occurred to me that while Ty was young and twinkish, he wasn't tiny. Still I loved the undeniable fact that my build was overall taller and beefier than was his. In fact I'd say every part of me is a little wider or longer. “Why haven’t we done this before? He let that fucker Jeremy breed him, but he can get his HIV from his own brother now”, I say in my own head grunting and forcing my hips against Tyler’s tight ass as I think those thoughts. Fucking him, sharing a poz load with him, it feels so right. My cock feels like its buried in it's rightful home. Jake is standing close, slow jacking his cock, and occasionally rubbing my ass; I know he wants his turn at some new meat. I move my hands over Ty’s nipples and twist them just enough to get the requisite “Ahhhhhhh….”, out of him. I keep a constant rhythm of fucking him going but I stop supporting myself, laying almost completely on his back. I want him addicted to the feeling of sweat from my chest and the smell of stink from my pits. We live together, he’s seen me naked plenty and likely smelled my pits more than once. I want that smell to connect him to our sex. As I fuck him my strokes tug on his ass lips, as I withdraw, and then I dive back in pushing at his stretched hole. I sit back up and pull on Ty’s shoulders encouraging him to move up with me in a half twist; I use this opportunity to make out with him. My fucking motions slow as our tongues battle. I reach over to Jake pulling him in close and suddenly the three of us are locked in a three-way kiss. The kiss breaks and I push on Ty again, my arms are locked around his shoulders and arms as I ram my cock into him over and over as I announced “I wanna cum inside you so bad,” going in for another kiss with that announcement. I can feel every inch of my dick as it moves in and out of Ty. I position my mouth close to his ear, "You’ve got a fine ass, babe". My tongue traces over the lobe and then I bite down gently and a growling noise escapes me. I want this – I want my cum in his ass. My mouth moves to his neck. I bite down one more time, this time getting a groaning and noise from Ty. I look at Jake, “Give me your boxers," I instructed. A quizical look on his face, he stepped out of the room, returning immediately, his shorts in his hand. I reached for them, and promptly shoved Jake’s dirty boxers into Ty's noisy mouth. In this moment I pick up the pace a bit more on his ass. I’m holding on to his waste, pounding him hard, I know I’m about to dump a poz load in this ass and I want him to feel it. My strokes are short so I’m able to keep the majority of my dick buried in his butt. I want to deposit this load as far up inside my brother as possible. This will, hopefully, increase the change that if he isn’t poz yet, that this is the fuck from which he converts. Ty grunts around the boxers as I slam fuck his willing hole, slamming my poz dick in and out of him. As I grind and use Ty, I feel myself getting progressively louder. Dirty, filthy, twisted thoughts and ideas are coming to me as I bang my bro’s butt. "That's right Ty, take my dick. Fuck! Take my poz dick! Your hole is so tight, feels like it was made for pulling poz loads out of me”, he grunts, “ I bet you've been dreaming about taking this dick forever. Haven't you? Did you even think about your own brother breeding any when Cody was using this ass? Huh, Ty?", I ask, indignantly. Ty doesn’t really respond to me. I grab onto his hair and get real close to his ear again. I know he can feel my hot breath on his cheek, "Did you ever eat your own cum dreaming that it was mine?". “Fuck”, I hear Jake moaning as he watches me use Tyler. I’m completely lost in the moment of our sex. Ty finally nods from my prodding. We both know he’s done all of these things and probably more. With a sharp thrust I push my dick into Ty. I’m getting so close to cumming now. "Oh, fuck, … fuck … I'm gonna overflow that ass with poz cum Ty. Gonna breed you … gonna make up for lost time." Ty is thrusting his body back against mine. He’s arching his back to try to connect us and get that skin-on-skin feeling again. I’m leaning back but I can see what Ty is doing and I lean forward against him instead. Our hot, sticky skin slides against each other as my tight balls bang up against him. Ty groans. He spits out Jake's boxers and he’s pants now – loudly. "You gonna cum Ty? Do it.”, Ty is jacking his cock feverishly, “Get off on me fucking you, babe", I tell him. Ty's is racing back and forth, then I feel his hole tight even more and I know he’s dumping his load all over my bed. He clamps down on my cock, and I can see the waves of pleasure that are breaking over his body are augmented by my own grunts as I get closer and closer to delivering another load of charged seed to that ass. "Fuck… fuck… so close … I'm so fucking close Ty. Gonna cum … Where you want it?", I ask him. "Ahhh… ahhhh… All the way in … deep", he responds. I thrust deep inside of Ty. I bend forward licking one of his ears. "Here it comes… fuck… oh fuck.. It's gonna be a big load. Fuck!", I can barely think or speak. I can feel the cum welling up and I know Ty’s about to take all of it. Then I let out a long moan, grunting and shoving into Ty, with short, bone shaking thrusts. Ty can feel me pushing his whole body moving forward as my poz cock expands and stretches him to the limit, and then violently, my hot cum begins flowing into his gut. I know he can feel my hot breath on his neck as I hump my load into him, but I also hope he can feel my cum squirting into him. This the first of many poz loads he’s going to receive from me. I slowly pull out of Ty’s ass and he turns around to kiss me. We make out for a solid minute. Its at that moment I again realize I’ve forgotten Jake, and that he’s still in the room, and watching us intently. I can see some sweat on his body and his cock is hard as granite. I kiss Ty again, “Get back on all fours babe, Jake’s turn." Ty looks over at Jake, then at me, then he kisses me again and lays down in his own cum. He reaches back with his hands and pulls his cheeks apart exposed his hole. I can see some of my load leaking out of it, “Fuck … the little bitch wants it”, I hear Jake, “Yeah he does”, I respond. Jake leans down and uses his hands to pull Ty’s ass up like before, then he buries his tongue in it. “Ohhhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh… “, Ty groans as Jake makes out with Ty’s cum filled hole. I lean down to Jake’s ear, “Be right back”, but he ignores me. Jake is literally making out with Ty’s ass, trying to force his tongue inside. I return and just watch, like Jake did, as he teases and licks and eats at Ty’s well fucked hole. He finally pulls back, looking at it, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and lapping at his lips. I squeeze a little lube onto the toothbrush I brought back form the bathroom, “Let me in there for a moment”, I tell him. Jake moves. I kiss Ty’s hole and blow some cool air onto it again, and again he responds, “Ohhhhh ohhh… fuck… fuck me”. I don’t answer him and instead start using the brush to tease and tickle his ass, his hips jump, “ahhhhh” as the brush rubs roughly against his skin. “Hold on to him”, I tell Jake. Jake just looks at me, we haven’t used any toys in our sex play and the toothbrush I guess seems odd to him. I lightly brush back and forth against Ty’s hole, up and down, trying to get him used to the feeling. He’s moaning, he isn’t telling me to stop, so I start pushing the tip of the brush with increasing pressure until the head disappears in his hole. I read in a few places about guys using a toothbrush to make it more likely that poz cum will infect a bottom. I pushed in deeper slowly, not wanting to hurt him. After I get a few inches of the brush in I stop. Tyler is panting and moaning but he doesn’t appear to be in pain. Jake moves down the bed to face Ty and they start making out. I use that as my cue to keep going with the brush. I begin slowly then adding more and more agitation until I’m brushing the insides of his ass back and forth with a nice, steady motion. Then it occurs to me that I mean for Ty to convert today – I’m infecting my own brother with HIV. Whenever any other man fucks him he’ll always know this is the day he converted. The brushing keeps up for a few minutes and I slowly work it back out. The bristles are a deep red, I hope I haven’t injured him permanently, but he’s still making out with Jake and doesn’t seem in pain. I look down at Jake, and he looks at me, he knows its time for him to breed my brother.

One of my favorite times of every year here in Las Vegas are the first 2 weeks of December. For 10 days each Dec., Las Vegas hosts the National Rodeo Finals. The town is filled with nearly 30,000 rodeo cowboys and rodeo lovers. There are a couple of cowboys that I've been hooking up with each year. But they can be a bit paranoid about having me come to their hotel rooms, for fear that one of their cowboy buddies might find out. This year I decided to get a room at a cheap motel, just across the freeway from the LV Strip Hotels and host there. I love this particular motel. It has parking just in front of the rooms. It's easy access for both the out of towners staying on The Strip as well as locals. And there are two large lots on either side of the motel for 18 wheel trucks to spend the night. I like to get a room at this place every few months. Just to whore out and take loads. The first night I had the room, I invited both of my cowboy regulars to my room. They both fucked me and seemed to be a lot more relaxed coming to my room, instead of hosting in theirs. Both guys consider themselves str8. But both say they look forward to our yearly fuck. I sure do enjoy sucking, rimming and fucking with both those masculine cowboy studs. One guy is from Austin, TX. The other from South Dakota. Hot fuckers! The second night that I had the room, I decided I wanted to try an anonymous pump and dump in my room. I posted on BBRT.com, Squirt and Craigslist. I posted my KIK number on all the ads. I said in my ad that starting at 11pm, I would have my door unlocked. Just come in, find me ass up, and fuck me. It had to be raw. No condoms allowed. I got my room ready with several bottles of lube and poppers, tissue boxes and wet wipes set on both bedside tables and on the dresser. I also had my own bottle of poppers that I alone would use for the evening. By 10:45p I was douched, showered and had the lights off. At 10:50p the first guy came into my room. He felt my ass and fingered my hole for a minute or two. Then I felt him drizzle some cold lube on my ass and his finger slid some up inside me. His finger was soon replaced by his hard cock. He was a quick draw. He probably only fucked me for a couple of minutes, before he groaned and filled my ass with the first load of the evening. He pulled out, pulled up his pants and was out of the room in all under 5 minutes. At about 11:05p my door opened again. Another guy came in, quickly stepped up behind me, lowered his pants and slid inside me. His fuck was a bit longer. Maybe 10 minutes. Just before he came inside me, I heard the door open again. Another guy had come in. He undressed as he watched the other guy fuck me. And as soon as that guy had filled my ass with his load, the 3rd guy stepped behind me and sipped in my hole. As #3 fucked me, #2 pulled up his pants and left. Guy #3 really pounded me hard. He was really enjoying his ride. He took about 20 minutes of pounding, before he emptied his balls inside me. Within 45 minutes, I had taken the first 3 loads of the evening. I was thinking, "This is going to be a great evening". But then I went for over an hour without anyone showing up. I was starting to get discouraged, but at about 1am another guy walked into my room. I was sitting in a chair, checking emails on my phone. So I just dropped to my knees. He stepped up to me, unzipped and fed me his cock. I sucked him hard. Then I got up, knelt on the edge of the bed and sniffed some poppers, as he removed his shoes and pants. Soon he was sliding his dick up inside my cum lubed ass. He was a rough fuck. Really slamming into me. A good, hard 10 minute fuck finally resulted in load #4 going inside me. After #4 had cum and gone, I checked my emails and KIK. There were 8 messages on KIK and well over a dozen emails and messages on BBRT & Squirt. I replied to them all, giving them all my hotel address and room number. Knowing that usually, just a small portion of the guys that reply, will actually show up. But, you never know? And on this particular evening, I'd say that the vast majority of the guys that replied, actually did show up. As I've learned in the past, here in Las Vegas, as the evening gets later, the anonymous tops seem to multiply. And the str8 guys that have been hanging out at the strip clubs, getting lap dances, are now horny, drunk and tired. They want to shoot a load and get to bed. By this time in the evening, they don't really care about whether the hole is male or female. They just need a warm hole to get them off. From about 1:30am till about 4am, I had a steady stream of horny guys coming into my dark room. I sucked a few, ate a few asses, but most chose to fuck my raw ass. I really have no clue how many loads I ended up taking that night? I totally lost count. But, I'm guessing that I took about 15 or 16 loads in my ass alone, that night. A personal best. Most loads went in my ass. Two loads went down my throat. And one guy jacked off into my mouth. One guy never even made it to one of my holes. He was standing next to me, watching another guy fucking me. He was so turned on, that he sprayed his cum all over us as he watched. One of my regular cowboys that had fucked me the previous evening, came back to fuck me again that night. Even though the room was pretty dark, the majority of the guys seemed to be str8 cowboys. More than likely, even a trucker or two. Since there's overnight 18 wheeler parking on both sides of this motel. I was more than happy to be the hole for them to deposit their straight sperm inside. By 4am, the flow of guys had slowed. So I pulled the duct tape off the door lock. Locked the door and climbed into bed. As you would expect, I woke up the next morning a bit sore, lying in wet sheets, covered with sweet smelling cum. I do have to say, that Rodeo Finals once again was some of the best raw fucking I get each year. There is just nothing I love more than being a cum whore and cum depository for str8 guy loads. Not only was my asshole sore as hell for a couple of days, but I could barely walk, because my thigh muscles were sore from being on my knees for that many hours. But, I'm not complaining. I loved every single minute. And I will do it again in a nano-second when I get the opportunity.

one hour ago on a hookup site, this guy approaches. When I do ask for a pic he says... "I have a girlfriend and two kids" (at 26, that's fast...) so you have to promise you delete it immediately. Of course I said yes. Handsome young guy - and I invited him to my place. he shows up and he's really tall... walks straight into the bedroom and takes off his clothes. beautiful strong body, and a hard hard dick... so I get to suck him and rim him... he's clearly enjoying it. so finally comes the moment. he swings me around and pushes my ass down on the cock... pounds my ass for 5 minutes and then I hear his breathing picking up. Fuck it's soooo hot... he's cumming inside me. He just left. and his cum is dribbling out of me and it's tasty as hell!

Aaron went from one cock to another for the next several hours. There seemed to be an endless supply sticking through the glory holes and each load he subsequently took down his throat seemed to wear down his resistance and desire to fight back. My buddy was happy with the progress Aaron had shown during the past few hours. When the kid first entered the club he was very nervous and uptight but here was the same kid, a few hours later, snorting poppers and sucking any guy that wanted oral attention. Everything was proceeding as planned. As Aaron continued sucking cock, my buddy started fingering the kid's ass and kept talking dirty to him, telling him that instead of just sucking cock and taking loads down the throat, that he should take them in the ass. Aaron kept saying that he didn't want that but my buddy noticed the kid's resistance was breaking down and that he kept moaning every time he fingered the kid's hole. After some time had passed the kid began complaining that he didn't feel so well and that his head was hurting. My buddy went with him to one of the bathrooms and the kid felt very queasy and sick. He started saying that perhaps this wasn't a good idea and that perhaps he should leave, but my friend told him he had something that would help give the kid a buzz and that to just swallow it and that everything would be fine. And so Aaron did as told. After sitting for awhile, Aaron accompanied my friend into a backroom and said he felt much better - in fact, he was flying. Whatever that stuff was earlier it had done the trick and had given Aaron the illusion that he was in control - whereas he really wasn't. Standing just inside the doorway of the backroom, several guys began groping Aaron and my buddy kept tonguing the kid's mouth and lobes, telling him to just go with it and let it happen, that he needed and wanted this, not to resist anymore. Aaron stripped off and was soon being sucked by two guys on the floor (cock & balls) and other guys were licking his nipples and pulling on them. My buddy asked Aaron how he felt and the kid said he felt great! That's when an older man stepped up behind him and started fingering the kid's butt, working in a finger, then two and rubbing lube in his crack - massaging the lube into the kid's ass. Aaron moaned and was told to snort more poppers (several hits under each nostril) and as he handed the bottle back to one of the guys, the man slid his cock in between his cheeks and started pushing it up inside the boy's ass, till only his balls were banging against his cheeks. Aaron had some difficulty taking the cock in his hole and was moaning quite a bit but the poppers and other substance helped ease the pain and gave him the illusion that his ass wasn't being ripped apart (which indeed it was, as he discovered later). So there Aaron was, taking cock from several strangers at each end (the guys sucking him had since gotten off the ground and were fucking his mouth) and the kid slowly grew to love it and not care. He was just a dick machine to be used and used he was - in every way imaginable. By the end of the night, (many hours later), he had taken at least twenty loads in the ass and many more down the throat. Quite a few of the men were poz and some even started saying things like 'charge him up' while fucking him - though Aaron was too far out of it at that stage to question what they meant... At the end of the night my buddy told him how great the night had been and that he hoped Aaron had fun. Aaron said he did but that he really hadn't intended to be such a pig. Aaron said he did but that he was a bit worried about all the pain and blood in his ass. My buddy just looked at him and smiled.

Get down on your knees, son! Show daddy what a good job he's done at raising his own little cocksucker! Knocked up your stupid bitch of a mother for one reason only after all...

(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.

When you've already taken ten cocks and there are ten more waiting their turn and your sore ass is hurting like hell and the only thing that keeps you hanging on is your foolish pride. Because a true slut will leave no man unsatisfied, no cock unspent, no balls undrenched...

A little late posting this, and hoping for a repeat of sorts today. Last weekend a bbc friend messaged me unexpectedly, saying he was in the area and needed to get off. We've played bare for a few years but I don't think he has any idea just how slutty a bottom I can be, and he still hasn't found out. I just can't stand a big cock in my ass when it's sheathed in rubber. Give it to me au naturel or not at all! When my friend messaged me, I was already on CL prowling for cock, and as luck would have it I got a hit. Another bbc top who asked if I was cool with raw. I said hell yes and told him to get to my place about a half-hour after my friend was supposed to arrive. This guy wanted me waiting blindfolded in my living room, a request I was only too happy to accommodate! So my friend arrived, and after less throat fucking than I'm used to from him, he placed the brown bottle under my nose and positioned me on all 4s. Must have been horny! When he pushes that hard cock inside me it fills me perfectly every time - I feel my hole give way and that warm sensation of my insides stretching as he slides deeper and deeper. I love it! As soon as he was balls-deep, he started thrusting harder than he usually does, alternately grabbing my shoulders and my hips and giving my ass a smack every once in a while. Before long he started making those telltale noises and I felt his cock stiffen inside my ass. His is one of the few I've had where I can actually feel his cock pulse as he unloads deep in my guts. Satisfied, he pulled out and I spun around to clean his cock with my mouth, licking every drop of cum and ass off his hot shaft. He pulled on his shorts and headed for the door. I checked my phone as he left and realized I only had 5 minutes before the second guy would arrive. Quickly, I threw a towel down on the floor and grabbed an old winter scarf which I tied around my head to act as a blindfold. Leaving the door unlocked as I'd promised, I assumed the ass-up position and waited. Within a couple of minutes I heard the door open, and seemingly in one fluid motion there was another cock inside me! He never stopped to undress, he never paused, he just walked up to me and slid his cock into my already slippery hole. Having no idea that he was using my friend's cum as lube, my second visitor slid easily in and out of my ass, holding onto my hips as he rammed his cock home. It wasn't long before he trust deep and held it, and I knew that he was adding his load to the one still brewing in my hole. Without a sound he was gone, having pulled out of my ass and headed for the door. Once I heard the latch click I removed the blindfold and lay down on the towel for a moment, relishing the baby batter I held in my guts and wanting to keep it there for as long as possible. I have another hosting window this afternoon and hope for a repeat. My friend has already told me he's free. Can't wait!

I never enjoyed bottoming until I began taking it raw. The condom really does feel bad from both ends

Had a great day Saturday. Met a fellow barebacker at Hoornseplas in Groningen (provence of the Netherlands), a recreational area, with lake to swim in. There was a place especially for nude recreation at the water. He just gave me a boner by jerking me, and sat on my dick, in public. Never done that, but was very hot. Also fucked him, spooning. Later he went into the bushes, and got fucked by an old man, who came in his ass, almost immediately. He sucked a man, and was fucked bare by another man. Took over fucking him. Went back to our towels, where he sucked me and sat on my dick again. We repeated this several times, during the day. Later we moved to a more crowded spot, where we cruised a lot, in the bushes. I fucked him there, standing up, being passed by cruising men. He got fucked and swallowed some loads. Later when we were sunbathing, we got the request for him, to sit on my cock again. He just slid over my cock, and I fucked him again. About ten people were watching. Later on, we layed sideways, and I fucked him long and slowly, till I came in his ass. We kissed, cuddled and laid next to each other. Was so unbelievable hot! When we got up, a man recognised me from Grindr, and asked me to fuck him like that next time. Yess, I will!

Went out with my bud last night. We chatted up this cute guy and I thought it was going to end up in a threeway, but we got cock-blocked by his 'friend.' I get home around 4 AM, horny as hell. My building is a highrise and I see a guy walk in before me as I'm getting out of my Uber. The elevator is open before I'm even in the outer door and I figure I'll miss it, but he's not paying attention until I walk in and follows me in the elevator. Never seen this guy before, beefy, mid-30's black man wearing sweat shorts, a t-shirt & cap. I can see the head of his cock outlined in his shorts. He says something about drinking too much, we make some small chat about that. I get off the elevator, sadly he doesn't follow me off. Too many strike outs for me. I go inside my unit, and check scruff to see if he's there, nope. Check grindr and a faceless profile messages me saying how he wants to 'fuck that badly' I ask for a face pic and say I can use a load. No answer. Send my ass shot. A few minutes later he responds 'safe only' still no face pic. I give him my unit number, unlock the door. He messages 'ass up when I walk in' FUCKING HOT! Guy cums in my place, walks into my bedroom and grabs the condom. I never hear him open it. A few seconds later I feel his cock at my backdoor. I take a big hit of poppers and feel him push into my tight ass. Damn its a big dick. A couple minutes in I do a condom check, no condom! Perfect! He pounds my ass about ten minutes then shoots a huge load in my ass. Thanks me walks out the door. I find the condom and wrapper sitting unused on the table by the door. He got it open, but never put it on. Woke up this morning to another message from him on grindr telling me how good my booty is and to text him anytime. That's a number I'm definitely saving!

I'm seeing my poz son later tonight. He confirmed his new status with a swab last weekend. It will feel so good to breed the toxic hole I created.

Hell yeah

Yes, It was really happening. I just made sure so I reached out and squeezed both throbbing cocks in my hands and then sat back on the couch admiring what was next to me. Without being asked I got down on my hands and knees naked releasing the towel and started first licking and then sucking each cock while I jerked off the other cock back and forth. John then raised me up and took me into the bathroom where he had me shower and clean out with the hose on the wall. It took three times to completely clean out until John was satisfied that I was indeed clean. John retrieved my towel from the living room and dried me off from top to bottom before leading me back into the living room with more drinks that Paulo had brought in, this time laced with more G although I did not know it. After drinks and toasts to friendship, etc our drinks were don and I got back down on my knees ready to suck more cock. John reached forward on the coffee table as I watched and took a glass pipe and filled it with shards of tina that was in a clear Hefty ziplock bag. The bag was really full so I knew we were in for it. I had not noticed the bag or the pipe there before but Paulo said he had just brought it out. John proceeded to stuff the pipe full before turning on the torch, I had smoked the the pipe a few times before with friends but never thought the pipe had ever been that full. John then placed the pipe between his lips, turning the lighter from side to side, waiting patiently for the smoke to boil inside. I watched but since I love to suck, I continued to suck both their cocks as they then passed the pipe between them. Neither one showed any signs of shrinkage to my relief. John finally tapped me on the head to get me to focus attention solely on him and took a very deep toke on the pipe, reached down and pulled my face to his, and shotgunned into my mouth. Back and forth a few time with each time ending in a deep throat kiss before releasing what was left of the smoke. Paulo did not let me down either as he repeated John's steps and started to finger my horny ass too with a little of the tina dust on the table as I felt the familiar burn. It was turning me on, but I wasn't feeling a lot of the buzz. Maybe it was the g or that I was not sucking on the pipe myself. Anyway, a sure sign that I am getting into it is that my cock shrinks down to nothing and it was still there. I think both John and Paulo both realized my frustration and decided to try another tactic. They both helped me to get me up off my knees and took me to the bedroom for a little distraction. On the big king sized bed they had laid out some gear for me to wear for the playroom. They helped me on with the harness, a great pair of boots, a vest, a silver metallic jock as my cock did not figure into their plans anyway, wristbands, gloves, shiny sunglasses, and a biker hat. They brought out their cellphones to get some great pics of all of us together and separate in front of the dresser mirror. Lots and lots of pictures but all rated PG I guess, definitely not the pictures I would want taken but I was all for whatever we were doing. John then told me to get up on the bed doggystyle, now we are cooking, and pulled me to the end of the bed with my hairy ass hanging out over the end of the mattress. I started to wiggle my ass in anticipation fo whatever was to come. Paulo knelt down behind me and began to rim my ass with his tongue. It felt so good that I started to relax more and more and put my head down forward on the bed. John left the room and brought the pipe in from the living room. I was surprised to find it was well loaded again and he did not seem to be gone long enough to do that. After getting the pipe started with the torch, John took the first toke and told me to look up at him. I thought we were shotgunning again, but he put the end in my mouth and told me to inhale the smoke and hold it deep for 10 seconds as he continued to heat up the bowl. He repeated this over and over in my doggystyle stance about 10 times while Paulo continued to rim my ass. I finally reached back to spread my ass out further and dropped the pipe on the bed. At this point, John realized that I was ready to play. Just to be sure, John had me sit up and smoke the rest of the pipe out before leading me thru the bathroom to the playroom where Paulo was then waiting for us. The tv was playing more bareback sling porn and the computer was now on. John led me to the sling and helped me in and brought the cellphone out again. These were the pictures i was waiting for... (more to cum)

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

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

1999 was an annoying year. People were talking about the Y2K bug that was going to end civilization as we knew it. Conspiracy theories were all over the internet and people were actually building underground bunkers and stocking them with canned food. Gun sales were soaring. If the world ended on New Year's Eve, it wouldn't be because of some computer glitch -- it would end because of crazy people. And every commercial was by some business having "The Sale of the Century ". And I was so sick of that goddamn Prince song that I almost stopped being a fan of his. And it was only June. Speaking of annoyances -- my best friend Andy was really getting on my nerves. He was always around, and if he wasn't so entertaining, I would have dropped him like a bad habit. I was such a grumpy bastard back then. Andy lived next to the little house I rented when I first moved to the city. He decided we would be buddies right off the bat. We were both in our 20's and gay, but there wasn't a mutual attraction. I didn't know anybody and he became my guide. He was short, stocky, and very feminine And he never shut up. He had a wild life while I'd led a boring one so far. He took me to the first gay bar I'd ever been to. I complain about him, but I'd never go to places like that without him. He knew everybody and everything going on. I'd spot a guy I'd want to go talk to and he would tell why I should or shouldn't. He'd slept with most everyone and would give assessments of their dicks and fucking, sucking preferences & abilities. He would always tell me the same thing every time we went out: "Try not to look like such a virgin, Kyle". "You don't know I'm a virgin". "Of course I do. You glow with it. Everybody here knows too, Some dudes get turned on by that but most don't want to have to educate a guy on how to use his dick". He wanted me to act more like him, I suppose, but wasn't possible. I suck at flirting and seducing and everything else you needed to do in order to get laid. I just assumed it would happen when it happened. I didn't want the kind of relationships Andy had. I wanted the impossible fairy tale romance like the ones I'd seen in movies. I wanted hand-holding, hugs, candlelight, kisses and baths together. I had no idea what I'd want if man sex was offered to me. I'd watched gay porn videos with Andy and mentally noted a few things that looked exciting, but everything was vague as far as primal desire went. One night we went to a little hole of a tavern called "Taps". Andy was unimpressed, but I wanted to stay. It wasn't loud or crowded and the bartender was kind of cute. We'd been there a few minutes when Andy suddenly choked mid-swallow of his beer. After he was done having a coughing fit, he said "Don't look now. Don't look. He's here". "Who?" "Death Dick. He's infamous in this town. Go to the bathroom and you'll see him sitting alone at that little table next to the Ms Pac Man machine. When you come back, I'll tell you all about him". I headed off the men's room and prepared myself to see a giant dude looking sinister and predatory. Instead, I saw an average guv in his 30's with a conservative haircut and little round glasses. He wore a short-sleeved shirt buttoned up to the collar and looked completely harmless. My old friend was fucking with me again. When I got back I told Andy he was full of shit. "Don't make eye contact with him. Don't talk to him". "Why?" "He's known around here as having the most enormous cock ever seen...and not in a good way. It needs to be in a museum somewhere...not in anyone's bed. I've never seen it myself, but I've heard all about him". "He's just a regular guy, Andy. He's not dangerous". "Oh yeah? Talk to anybody he's had sex with. Supposedly, he was married once and his wife had so many female problems after having him inside her that she left him. I believe it. He then switched to men. One guy had to go the emergency room because Death Dick ruptured his rectal wall. My friend Lars got fucked by him and hasn't had a bowel movement in over a month. I heard he fucked some hustler and the poor guy has to wear a colostomy bag now. They say he drugs people first. There are a dozen more stories like that. You know what a size queen I am, and even I don't to get anywhere near him. Plus-- he has AIDS. I guess he got it from all the blood that's gushed on his cock". I just didn't believe him. He was bored and trying to liven up the evening. "Whatever, Andy". "He hasn't been seen in awhile. I heard he's a teacher at East, and probably the talk had spread enough that he decided to keep a low profile. Well, this is the place to go I guess. Nobody comes here. I'm upset now. Let's go back and watch 'Ab Fab'". As we left, I looked over at the guy and we made eye contact. I smiled and he smiled back. Once Andy and I were outside, he grabbed my arm. "Don't think I didn't notice that. I told you not to look into his eyes. Nothing good has ever happened to anyone who's ever done that. We're never coming back here!" Fine. We went back to his place and watched TV for about half an hour. "I can see the wheels in your head, Andy". "What? What are you talking about?" "You're thinking about him. All my stories have made you curious now". "No". I hated that he knew me so well. "Well, Kyle. I can't watch you all the time, but if I ever hear about you going back there or talking to that guy -- I'll strangle you with my bare hands .I love you to much to see you hurt or sick or killed". "You're a nut-job, Andy. I'm going home". I barely slept a wink that night. I knew it was best to just forget about it, but visions of giant penises kept flooding my head. I wouldn't go back there anytime soon, but I knew I'd go back. It was just something I needed to do eventually. Andy and I resumed our routine. He met some guy and they became pretty serious. He was always with his new man, and I pretty much spent a lot of time at home. He left a voicemail one afternoon while I was at work.: "I'm thinking of moving in with Alex. What do you think? He's got a big condo near downtown and it's really cool. You'd love it. Sorry we haven't been able to talk much lately. Call me at his place....the number is --- ----- . Maybe we can hook up for dinner or a movie sometime next week. I miss you! Kiss kiss." Well. I can't say it wasn't a relief to have him out of my hair for a bit, but I was starting to get lonely. It was time. I went back to Taps that night at the same time we'd gone a few weeks ago. Sure enough -- Death Dick was there at the same table. We exchanged glances and smiles again. I was flying solo. I went to the bar and ordered a beer. The bartender was bored and we chatted for a few minutes. I could stay here or I could go play Ms Pac Man and be just a foot away from the legendary man. I got another beer and a bunch of quarters and went to play. I'm not sure what was going on with my legs, but they were barely working. I probably looked arthritic. As I walked by his table, Death Dick and I exchanged smiles again and I loaded the game with quarters. There was an ashtray built into the console but no place to set my beer. I looked around for a ledge or something. "Mind if I set this on your table?" He glanced up. "Sure. No problem". His voice was as average and non-threatening as any I'd ever heard. "Thanks". I played a few games, but didn't do very well. I was way too aware of his presence and his eyes. I met his stare with mine as I reached for my beer. "You winning?" he asked. "No. I played this all the time as a kid, but I guess I've gotten rusty". I still had a dollar's worth of games left, but I sat down in an empty chair at Death Dick's table. Casual as could be. "Hi. I'm Kyle". "Nice to meet you, Kyle. I'm Shawn. I think I've seen you before". We shook hands and a jolt shot through me. "Maybe. I like how quiet and low-key it is here". "Me too. I really hate the music at most bars, and if I have to hear '1999' played again, I'll lose my mind!" Soulmate. We talked and talked. I forgot all about his reputation for a long time. I noticed that he was sort of handsome in an unconventional way. Hid hair was starting to thin a little in the front, but only if you looked carefully. He and I had a lot in common as it turned out. The hour got a little late, and Shawn had to leave, "I've still got homework to grade tonight. It gives me a headache which is why I always put it off so long. Want to meet up again?" So he was a teacher. "Sure. We can come here again if you want". "Great. How about tomorrow night around 8?" "See you then". We both stood up at the same time and hugged briefly. I never wanted to kiss somebody as bad as I did right that second. We met up at Taps several more times and got to know each other pretty well. One night he just up and asked me if he could come over and see my place. My face froze. "Sure. It's not far. Want to follow me?" "Yes. Let's go". We arrived and I was relieved that Andy wasn't home. His house had been dark for over a week. "Come on in. It's not much, but it's home". He sat on my couch and looked expectantly at me. "Can I offer you something? I've got a bottle of wine somewhere in the kitchen. It was a gift from somebody who knows his wine so I assume it's good". "That sounds great. Mind if I turn on the TV"? "Go ahead. I'll be right back". I heard him flip through the channels as I got a corkscrew and wineglasses that had never been used. The wine was red and that's all I knew about it. "Here you go. Anything on?" "Lots of baseball. Friday nights are not good for TV". We settled on some"Golden Girls" reruns and he put the volume low. We both kicked off our shoes and drank the wine which wasn't so bad. We said a few words here and there before Shawn reached for the remote and muted the TV. "Kyle? If I ask you something, will you promise to be completely honest?" "I promise". He took off his glasses, closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "How much do you know about me?" My face froze again. "Huh?" "I'm asking for an honest answer here". "I've heard some stuff, Shawn. Will you honestly a question I have?" "Go ahead". "How much of what I've heard is true?" "Probably most of it". I had no idea what to say. "What are you thinking, Kyle?" I still didn't have words. "I almost thought you didn't know because you never looked at my crotch. Most every guy in town tries to see the bulge down there. But when you instantly agreed to let me come over, I somehow knew. What are you thinking now?" "I think I'd like you to come back to my bedroom". He stood up. I stood up. We kissed deeply for a long time. We went to my room and lied back in bed. We were next to each other and I had no idea what to do next. "Well...do you want to see it? I'm not ashamed of my dick. I was born with it and it's a part of me". "Yes. I want to see". He got up and stripped down to just a pair of boxer shorts. The bulge was indeed enormous, almost ridiculous. "Here it is..." He stepped out of the underwear and I saw the death dick at last. It was almost the size of a hair dryer. That sounds silly now, but that's the first comparison my brain made. It was a fat, fleshy tube that went down to almost his knee. It wasn't hard, but was visibly getting thicker the longer I stared at it. He lifted it with one hand and showed me the head which was the size of an apple. He stroked it a little and got harder. "Now take off your clothes, Kyle. Don't worry. We won't do anything you don't want to. And, besides, there are things we can't do...but there are things we can". I got undressed in two seconds and got back on the bed. As we lied there, he kept stroking it. It was almost fully hard, but couldn't quite support its own weight. "You can get a closer look if you want", he said in a low voice, grinning. I got up and went to the end of the bed, climbed between his legs and had my eyes just an inch or two from this amazing penis. I made a mental note to thank God for my eyes more often because the sight was amazing. It almost looked like a special effect from a movie. It was twitching and arching. "Give it a kiss, Kyle". I kissed the sticky knob and let my tongue explore the deep slit. I tried to get the whole head in my mouth, but my jaw bones just weren't big enough. "That felt nice. I've been missing that for a long time". "Wish I was able to take more of it". "Nobody's ever gotten past the head. It's OK. I've never been able to cum from a blow job anyway. I takes more. You've never had sex before, have you?" "No. Sorry". "Don't be sorry! Sex brings trouble. We can just feel each other and be intimate and jerk off maybe". And then he was all over me. It felt like there was a third person between our groins. We both fully hard. We groped and hugged and kissed. I could feel myself almost ready to come. I reached down and grabbed as much of his dick as I could hold. He groaned and sighed until I put the head up against my asshole. "No. Stop. It will never work". "Can we at least try?" "Absolutely not. Let's just jack off a little". But he didn't move his dick away from what I offered. So I pulled him closer. Maybe he was having second thoughts. Maybe he would try. He did push against my hole. There was no give and I wanted him to use a little force. I had no idea what I was wishing for. He put some ass muscle into it and I felt my ass break. Worst pain of my life. I screamed even though I knew that would make him stop what he was doing. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Why did you allow that?? Now you're bleeding and I'm about to cum...shit..I'm cumming. Goddamnit! Ohhhh!!" He tried to aim it to the side, but was too late. That hot sperm blasted right into my wounded hole. He collapsed on top of me and breathed heavily. "Oh, Kyle. Why? Why in the fuck would you ....I mean...WHY?" "It's okay, Shawn". "No. It's not. Not for either of us. It is a million miles from OK". "I enjoyed it". He rolled off of me and continued to try and get his breath back. "Did you really enjoy it?" "Yes!" "We have to talk about a few things". "In the morning. Good night, Shawn". I turned off the lamp. The next day we just acted casually as if nothing had happened. He knew that I knew that he had infected me. We silently agreed not to discuss it. And the would be the end of the story if we hadn't decided to start dating. We went to movies and out to restaurants and taking long walks. We took showers together and I gave him foot massages. It most the romance I'd been wanting for so long.

Hi i am a bisexual human toilet for use by guys and girls..I've been trained as a urinal and for scat so come use me don't let it go to waste

His dick looked so big in the pictures he had sent me and it felt even bigger when he tried to shove it into me. He was only halfway in when he hit ground. But I wanted IT...needed IT so bad...all of IT... I did my best to relax my tight inner sphincter , but the harder he pushed the more my tender hole hurt... But when he started whispering into my ear, telling me that I had to let go of all my inhibitions first before I could enjoy what he was going to give to me and what a good little AIDS whore I was going to be, I finally felt my hole give way and his fat cock went balls-deep in one swift move... And he was right - getting AIDS had never been so much fun...

nice mate; nice to suck the cum from the condom!!

Met a guy on craigslist lastnight...exchanged numbers...was texting all night...FINALLY convinced him to cum over early this morning. If you cant tell I love morning fucks hehe...anyway...he came over and I snuck him into my room while my roommate was in the shower hehe....I was already down to my undies so I knelt in front of him and took down his pants...flopped his cock out (mmm such a beautiful cock to) and licked it and tasted it till he got rock hard...which didn't take long at all lol...pushed him on the bed and sucked his cock till it was dripping with my spit....stood up pulled my undies off and 69'd him so he could play with my hole while I sucked his cock hehe...mmm...then turned around and slowly slide down on his cock mmm fuck it felt soo good...it was nice and thick mmmm....slowly worked his cock with my ass....my cock slapping on his tummy hehe...then he flipped me over and put me in doggie...got behind me and slid in mmmm...the ONLY thing that sucked is he came kinda quick...but mmmm fuck I don't care...I fuckin loooove the feeling of a guy gushing inside me...was able to get him out before my roommate got out of the rest room lol.

Hey mate; now the end of May! What's your tally now?

You are an expert at this stuff felchingpisser! I have been following you for a number of years now. The pigs recognise THE pig!!!

hell yes i did

First of all have a careful look at the set of 3 pics I posted a few minutes ago. They are all of the sane guy but one of them were taken at a different time. Then, when you have done that please tell me whether they are of (a) Eddie (b) Joey (c) Matthew, or (d) Owen. [They are displayed in that order].

BBC's to the head of the line

I think you've described me 25 years from now! Already the TOTAL PIG though

Honestly, no. I caught syphilis once, but that was before I went on PrEP. I have previous exposure to herpes. One time, I had an outbreak after a bathhouse trip, so I assume I was exposed again. But the outbreak is in the same place as my first one. I am not sure when I was initially exposed, but it was definitely before PrEP as well.

SO damn sweet and HOT versbbguy!! I know you KNOW exactly what this newest chapter of incestuous pozzing does to me!! Ty just might have 3 POZ "daddy's" - Cody, Jake and his own newly-pozzed brother!! Hell yeah!

You are fucking hot and lucky pig!

In a vídeo room.. In the dark room... Three cocks... 17, 20 25 cm... Delicious... 25cm CUM in my troath and mouth

one has to love a good massage with extras! I'm just back from a UK - USA flight, and wish that guy was on my flight! I'd let him have his way with my ass. C note is ready for him!

need some toxic cum in my guts

He is one filthy fucker, NL. Love him in Liam Cole's stuff.

I hope the dentist (and dental hygienist) can look at the back of my throat and see it's been POUNDED.

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

Hey guys... I am here again...

Obviously the video is up when I post a link here. Can't help it if either he or Xtube removes it.

Look what I had last year Managed to get more and create a devil's dick - had it up my ass until it melted

Okay am gonna go out on a limb and name someone I've met but fuck he's hot and some of those facial expressions, plays a good bottom but a better evil top.... Jason Stormme who started out at Treasure Island Media. Not many appearances but definitely an impression *oink*

I love trash talking dominant tops. Turns me on when they set the tone by reminding my that I am a slutty cumdump to be used for their pleasure. Over the years some of the hottest things I've heard are: Before the fucking starts: "Ready to get your ass loaded?" "You know I'm going to seed you so fucking deep." "You're going to take my load whether you want it or not." "How many loads you got in there already?" While getting fucked: "You like my raw dick inside you, don't you?" "Your ass is so fucking wet." "I'm going to fill you with my cum." "I can't wait to cum in your ass." "Fuck, you're going to make me cum." "Oh fuck, I'm cumming." When he's cumming: "Take my fucking load." "That's what you wanted isn't it you fucking whore." "You're a dirty load taking slut, aren't you?" "I'm cumming in your ass." When it's over: "How does my load feel in your ass?" "Let me see it. Push my load out." "That's my ass now. I own it."

I love the feel of another man’s balls against mine, and I was relishing that feel when I felt his cock begin to spasm and squirt his load in my ass. “Shit,” he said, as he resumed banging my ass, “I stopped so I wouldn’t cum so soon, but your ass was just too tight and made me cum!” He was moaning his pleasure as he worked his load in, and I was moving with him to be sure he got that load in deep. “Hey, that a good piece of ass?” a voice behind me asked. “Damn tight, too tight, got me off too soon,” my fucker said. “I was just getting into a good fuck and he bit down on my cock and made me squirt!” “You pull out slow and keep your jizz in his ass, man, I wanna fuck in that jizz!” I was pinned down, so I couldn’t see the new guy and I hadn’t really seen my fucker when he took me from behind when I leaned over the fuck table to relax. I had just planted my load in a great ass, nice tight young muscular man, and he had really drained my balls. I intended to go take a shower and was just getting my second wind when this guy had walked up behind me and pushed me down on the table and impaled me, told me he loved to fuck a big bear daddy. I always clean out and grease up a little when I go to the baths, as this happens all too often. Anyway, my fucker was going limp in my ass and pulling out, and he no more than stepped away when a bigger, thicker cock slid home in my worn ass. “You wanna dirty load, Papi?” he asked, and I realized he probably was Hispanic. He had his hands on my shoulders, pulling me back on his cock. “I’m as dirty as you are boy, so let me see how big a dirty load you can plant in my hole!” That was what he wanted to hear, as he began to bang my ass hard. I tried to bite down on his fuckpole the way I had with my first fucker, but there was no relief in that, he was gonna pound my ass and pump that hole full of his seed. “Oh Papi, you gotta nice hole, I’m gonna breed your hole and make you shit my jizz, man, you gonna shit my dirty jizz all night, man!” “Breed ass, fucker, make me feel it when you shoot that dirty load!” I didn’t really have to urge him on. I figure he needed to get that first load off in a buttered-up bun, so he could spend the rest of the night taking his time and enjoying long leisurely fucking. I know I like it that way, look for a man with just one load in his ass, so he’s still tight, and has that wonderful load of cum that is the best lube you ever felt on your cock. “Oh shit Papi, I’m gonna blow that load of dirty cum up your ass!” I could feel his cock get even bigger and thicker in my ass, and it got real hot just as he let loose with a huge blast that seemed to explode in my ass. I’ve had many men cum in my ass, but this was a squirt I could really feel; his balls must’ve been full. “Madre Dios! Papi tighten up your hole, hold that jizz in, milk my cock, save every drop, man!” I tried to tighten up, but he had pumped that hole wide open. When he was done he fell out of my ass and cum ran down the back of my legs. I turned around real quick and sucked his cock clean, and then I got to see my fucker for the first time. I would guess he was about 25, thin, light beard, big uncut cock, real cute. He let me kiss him so he could taste some of his cum. “Let’s go have a smoke, son,” I said to him, and he followed me as I got my cigarettes and lighter and we went out on the patio. I gave him a cigarette and a light and we both smoked for a while before we kissed a little and I sucked him up again. “OK, you’ve planted your dirty load, go find some more asses to fuck and see if you can give them as good a ride as you gave me!” “Papi, I always look for a daddy bear or a polar bear like you; I know you’re probably mostly a daddy that fucks boys like me, and you gonna have a tight ass. I love to fuck a Papi like you and give him my first load. Then I can fuck the little twinky bois all night.” He gave me a wicked smile and I kissed him goodbye as he went back inside to find his next conquest. I had given one load and taken two, so I needed a little R&R before I went back to find another man, so I lit up another cigarette. I really needed to go shower the cum off; it was getting sticky and I didn’t like the feel of my balls sticking to the cum between my legs, but having it squirted up there had been such fun I was remembering it and not paying attention when I was asked for a cigarette. Here was another cute young guy, but this one was muscular, smooth, short hair, almost blonde, probably in his 30’s; if he had been a little bigger I would have said lifeguard. I gave him a cigarette and a light and liked how he exhaled through his nose, like me. We made the usual small talk you make at the baths, where are you from, what are you looking for, etc. He was local, though I’d never seen him before; he said he just broke up with his lover and was out looking for sex like the rest of us. When I asked him top/bottom/versatile, he said versatile, but preferred bottom. My dick began to get hard then. I began to rub his back with my free hand, and he didn’t waste any time, he grabbed my dick. We both put our cigarettes out and then kissed, and he was working my dick hard while I was working his nips, so I had a pretty good idea what he was looking for tonight. When we broke off I suggested we go back inside. Apparently I had recovered, as my cock was stiff as a poker. When we got inside he started sucking my dick and working my nips, so I knew for sure he wanted it. We were not far away from the sling, so when he came up for air I led him over to it. We groped and kissed a bit more and I backed him up against the sling, so that when he came up for air it was obvious that I expected him to get in it, and I believe that was his intention all along. He knew quite well how to get in a sling, as I didn’t have to help him much with the stirrups, and he pulled himself up and slid down and got into the perfect position as if it were something he did often. As soon as his ass was ready for presentation, I buried my face in it and got my tongue as far up that hot hole as I could. I could tell from the way he responded that I was doing the right thing. I tried to fill him as full of spit as I could, as I had no lube with me, so we were going to have to go “au naturel” tonight. I’ve spit-fucked many men, so I had a good idea what was ahead of me. I also spit in my hand and got my stiff cock as wet as I could. Then stood up and centered my cockhead on his tight puckered hole and pushed. Then I felt that wonderful feel when a tight ass opens and your cockhead pops in and you know you’re gonna fuck ass till you bust a nut. “Oh Daddy! Your dick is so big!” Every tight ass tells me that; you had it in your mouth, you knew how big it was, but I didn’t say that, I just told him to relax, and as soon as he did, I was able to bury my dick all the way in till my bush was against his balls. I like to hold that position for a little while and let the bottom wiggle a little and get used to that fuckpole in his ass before I start to fuck. Then I began the slow, easy strokes. I had planted my load a little over an hour before, so I figured I probably was not going to be able to breed his ass, but after I’ve blown and had a little rest, I can usually get it up again to fuck ass for a good time, especially if the ass is nice and tight, and he was VERY tight. He had not had dick in his ass for a long time, I could tell. So as I was gently stroking his ass, I asked him how long it had been, and he confirmed it, his lover had become unable to maintain an erection, and it had been almost a year since he had live meat in his hole. I’ve had many men like that; they have to use dildos to get off, and when you are the first live cock, it is a real turn on, and he was stiff, too, and stroking, and I didn’t want him to blow and lose this great fuck, so I pulled his hand off his cock and put it to my nip, and soon the other hand was on the other one. With me working my nips is like turning on the fuck switch, so I began to fuck ass “Oh God, Daddy, fuck me, fuck my ass, breed me, give me your load!” He was not being quiet about it and we were drawing an appreciative crowd. I was being encouraged; “Yeah, that’s it, fuck his ass, use that boy, give him some daddy cream, jizz his hole”, etc. I’m one of those fuckers that loves to fuck in front of an audience, so it was a real turn-on for me. He was still tight, but he had begun open up for me, and I was using my technique of short strokes, just barely in and out of the ass lips and then burying the cock all the way hard, then pull out and play with his hole again and then fuck hard. I could tell he loved it from the way he was responding. One of the guys watching had been jacking off, and he had one of those long cocks that are fun to suck and lick but hell to take up the ass, as you feel it will be coming out your belly button. He stuck his dick in the kid’s mouth so he could suck on that while I was fucking his ass. And another guy had starting sucking his dick, so he was getting fucked, being sucked and was sucking dick, all at the same time. And we had a crowd of men around us urging us on. I know it was good for him, but it was good for me, too. I had not enjoyed a good sling fuck like that in a while, and I was so turned on by the crowd that I was going to cum. I didn’t think enough time had passed for me to be able to cum, but your body responds when you are turned on, and I was hot to breed ass again. And just about the time I was feeling I was going to bust my nut, his ass drew up and I knew he was about to cum in the mouth of the man sucking his dick. The most intense orgasm I ever had was when I was in the sling getting fucked and having my dick sucked, and I blew at the same time my fucker planted his load. I thought my balls were going to draw up from the force of my orgasm that time, as my sucker was sucking the cum out of my balls as I received a huge load from my fucker. The same thing was happening to this boy, but he couldn’t holler as I had when I got a load and blew my own, because just as he blew in his suckers mouth and I planted my load, the feeder in his mouth let loose with a huge load that went up his nose and over his face as well as down his throat. The crowd went wild, hollering at all of us to put the cum where it belonged, urging all of us on to use this boy as a cum dump and the sucker to eat his load and suck his cock clean. The kid just went limp in the sling, and I couldn’t blame him at all. My cock fell out of his worn ass and one man grabbed my dick and sucked it clean and I swear he was trying to suck me off and get even more cum while another man was at the boy’s ass, felching him clean. I grabbed that man and kissed him so I could taste my cum, and then pulled the guy off my dick and kissed him and again tasted my cum. Then the group broke up and wandered off, leaving just the two of us. The kid was a limp washrag at this point. I kissed him and licked up the cum that was splattered all over his face and told him what a great fuck he was and how much I had enjoyed it. He was so tired that he didn’t say much, just a weak thanks. This time I had to help him out of the stirrups and then really help him out of the sling, as I doubt he could have gotten out on his own. I led him to a chair so he could sit down and I fetched a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and gave one to him and took a big drink from mine. When he had rested just a bit I suggested we go have a smoke, and I practically had to pull him out of the chair to get him up and walking again. We went out and leaned on the railing and I lit a smoke and got one for him and lit it. We smoked for a while, and then he began to cry. I hugged him and then he began to sob. I asked him what was wrong and he said, “Nothing is wrong, Daddy” between sobs; “that was the best sex I have ever had in my life!” I just hugged him and rubbed his back till he stopped crying, and then I kissed him, and then he came back to life and returned the kiss, and we really enjoyed each other, thanking each other for the great time. I offered to take him home or back to my place, and he smiled, so I knew he was relieved to have a place to go. We both showered and then he followed me home in his car. When we got home we stripped and took up where we left off. Basically he needed love as well as sex, and a good night’s sleep. Luckily this was a Friday night and I had nothing pressing to do on Saturday, so we collapsed in my bed and slept soundly, and then I awakened him by sucking on his dick. He woke right up and after we 69’d for a while I rimmed him again and then slid home and we began a sex marathon. We had sex all day Saturday, only stopping to eat. I found out he was quite good as a top, too. His name is Dan, and since then we have become regular fuckbuddies. He’s quite a catch, so I’m sure at some point he will find another lover, but until then, we are doing our best to wear each other out. Jerry Prince RawPigDad@aol.com 5/18/11