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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!)

.... then a BBQ in the evening ...

CHAPTER 7 "ROUND 2?!?" I replied, shocked. "Boy, if you didn't think I wasn't gonna get a piece of your ass you're sorely mistaken" Tyler replied. "And soon enough, you're gonna be just plain sore" As both guys laughed, I genuinely wondered how on earth I was gonna take him. His cock wasn't as hard as when I was sucking him (was I a better cocksucker than Brian? Probably, I thought) but Tyler still motioned me over. "Between Brian's spit on my cock & his cum up your ass, that should be more than enough lube for me" He grinned as Brian stopped sucking him. "I got no problems taking sloppy seconds and it's probably best for you that I don't". He got me to straddle him as he sat on the couch, he loved being in this position of power. As Brian held the poppers I reached out for them to take a hit. "Oh no, you're taking this one without any help at all". How in the hell was I gonna do that? I felt a little of Brian's cum dribble out of my hole as I straddled Tyler and Brian took hold of Tyler's cock and rubbed it over the cum, slicking it up more. It felt like a lump of meat hitting my thigh! His cockhead was soon pressing against my hole, I have to admit I was so thankful Brian's load was still in me to help in taking Tyler's cock. I closed my eyes as I felt his head slowly start to push into me and just as before I pictured those girls in pornos taking a black cock - when did I ever think I'd be lucky (lucky?) enough to do the same! Just as I could feel my ass could take no more I heard Tyler groan with pleasure and his head pushed inside me. "Ohhhhhh, fuck man! What an ass you've got!" Part of me was shocked to hear him say that but I also thought I was a better cocksucker than Brian, I was gonna be a better fuck than him too. I opened my eyes to see him staring right at me, "Are you ready to take more?". I had no idea if I was ready but I was willing to die trying! His hands went to my hips as he slowly pushed further into me. Although I was on top and could control things, I wanted him to be in command. "That's it...you're doing so well!" he whispered in my ear as I felt my ass beginning to fill. Fuck, that voice, those eyes, that body & that cock - there was no surprise he had guys throwing themselves at him! As he slowly started to work his way inside me I wrapped my arms around his neck to steady myself, "You enjoying that baby?" he whispered. I had to nod, it felt so good & the fact that Tyler was loving it too made it feel even better. "Open your eyes baby." Looking into his eyes, I was hypnotised as before. I was so happy I was with this god tonight & he wanted my ass, I had to kiss him. I leant forward and opened my mouth for his tongue and we started to make out. I'd made out with Mike before but this felt different, partly coz I guess coz I knew Mike but also because I really wanted Tyler to enjoy fucking me and I just wanted him so badly. I could see Brian out of the corner of my eye but as far as I was concerned, it was just me & Tyler. As the two of us made out I could feel Tyler's cock gradually inching more & more inside me. I knew he was also making out with me to try & distract me from the pain I'd have been in otherwise, he was so thoughtful. I reached behind me to feel the base of his cock, not to see if he was wearing a condom, I wasn't worried about that, but to see how much was left. To my shock, there was only an inch or two left, I'd taken almost all of him! My fingers brushed his balls as I did so. "Oh fuck, yeah baby. Rub my balls. I love that so much." I didn't care whether the last couple of inches was gonna hurt or not, I was gonna make sure my man was satisfied! Tyler moved forward a little bit & keeping on arm wrapped round him, I wrapped my legs round him and leant back. We both groaned as the last of his shaft entered me, fuck what a connection we had together! I started his rubbing balls and I could tell that he was in heaven. "That feel good baby?" I purred and he moaned in agreement. I'd been wasting myself all these years, what a fuck I was! "You keep that up and I'm gonna shoot REAL quick" he said. Much as I wanted him to fuck me forever (did I just think that?) I knew he needed to release. I started rubbing those big balls that were gonna fill me with the load I need. He started to really pound my ass as a result, even with his massive cock I didn't mind, I had more important thing to worry about - his pleasure. Soon after I heard two massive groans, Brian shot a load on my chest but it was Tyler emptying his balls deep into my ass that I was more concerned with. As I used to enjoy my wife doing, I wiggled myself on Tyler's cock, making sure I milked every last drop of cum from his gorgeous cock. I wanted to make sure I carried him for the rest of my days! The sun had just started to peek in through the blinds as I pulled myself back up on Tyler, had the three of us been fucking that long? I ran my hands down his rock hard chest & leant in to kiss this Adonis but he turned his head away. Had I done something wrong? "I dunno what you're looking for man but I ain't got no need for you any more." He slapped my ass "Now get off me". His tone had totally changed and I couldn't help but feel hurt. Brian helped pull me to my feet as I made my way to my clothes still a bit stunned by it all. "But I thought...." "Man, you white guys are all the same - there's only one white guy that takes my seed who I really love, and that's Brian right here." The two of them made out just to hammer the point home. As I staggered my way back to my room, even though I was upset by the way Tyler treated me at the end I thought about how I'd been totally used by two guys as just something for their pleasure. The thing that confused me more was that I loved the way it felt. Some of Brian's cum was till on my chest & would be seen, I quickly scooped it up & swallowed it before anyone saw. As I got to my room and a little of Tyler's cum leaked into my running shorts, I realised I'd completed my first "walk of shame" and yet, felt none at all. END OF CHAPTER 7

9. Cal "One more load for my boy," Jon said. Deep inside my body, I could feel the spurts of poz cum shooting into me. Jon's orgasms were usually energetic and forceful; I could feel each spurt land in my hole. I thought of them as bullets, each one carrying a deadly payload. Of course, it no longer affected me, but in the early days, before I had converted, the analogy was much more salient. "Fuck, that's hot," Seth said. His eyes were darting back and forth between JP, Jon and myself. He was taking in the entire scene and did not want to miss the smallest detail. His cock was hard, a drop of pre-cum at the tip. I reached out and grabbed his dick. "You want another load?" I asked. "Of course," he said. Jon pressed his dick into me one last time. There was a gentle spurt from his dickhead, but I knew it was the last one for now. What I had gotten was enough. It had soothed the itch I had, and I could concentrate on more important things, like breeding Seth's tight hole. "I'm spent," Jon said. He slowly pulled his dick out of me, pushing it in every once in a while, just enough to work his load into me. My own dick was twitching, as I felt the toxic load he had just deposited into me get absorbed. I needed to pass this precious virus on to Seth and make him part of our extended poz family. "Old man," JP said, wrapping an arm around Jon. "Come on. Let's get a drink and recharge while these boys play." He emphasized "recharge." Seth had entered a den of vipers, and all three of us were eager to give him our venom. I got up from the bed and found Seth. He wrapped an arm around me as we started to kiss. "You want a load?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said. "I want one from you now." "That's what I wanted to hear," I said. "You boys have fun," Jon said. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." "That's a lot of things we can do," I replied. The two older men got off the bed, and started to kiss each other. I knew both of them far too well, and knew that they were good for several more loads tonight. Their excuse of a drink was far more likely to do a line or two in the kitchen or something even more nefarious. "But I think Seth wants to stick with the old standards." "Fucking like horny weasels in heat?" JP asked. "Hell yeah," Seth said. "Feels so damn good to have your cum in me." His cock was pressed against my body. It was stiff and hard, straining for relief. When Jon and JP were first fucking me, they would never let me cum until they had unloaded every drop from their balls into me. It was hard to say no to their dicks when it was the only way I would get off. We were not going to treat Seth any differently. I reached around Seth's body, finding his muscular ass and pushing my fingers between his cheeks. His hole was wet, a bit of cum dripping out of it. "Sloppy hole," I said. "Fucking hot." "Three men fucked me tonight," he said. "Three hot men. Fucked me raw." "And one of them is going to fuck you again," I said. My cock was also pressing against his body, eager to get back into that hot hole, eager to spread its potent semen. "Pound that hole and work those loads into you." "Seems like you boys have everything under control," Jon said. "We'll do what comes naturally," I said. The two men leaned in and kissed us one last time, before heading into the kitchen. "We're alone now." "I know," Seth said. I traced out the edges of his hole with a finger, eliciting a soft moan from him. "How old are you," he finally managed to ask. "How old do you think I am?" "I don't know. Twenties?" "Good guess," I said. "I'm 25. And you?" "18," Seth said. "The young one," I replied. "What do you think of Jon? JP?" "Fucking hot. And their cocks are huge." "Not to mention their loads." "How long have you known them?" I had to think for a moment. I had been in Jon's class in the fall of my sophomore year, and finally had the courage to approach him in the winter. That had been what, six years ago. I had been living with Jon and JP for nearly five of those years. "Six years?" I said, still not entirely sure of my math. "And you've been," he started, but then trailed off. "You know." "Letting them fuck me raw?" "Yeah," he said. "I mean." He was beating around the bush. He wanted to know how I became poz. But I wasn't ready to make it easy for him just quite yet. "No. It's ok." I kissed him again, even as I continued to play with his hole. It was still warm and wet, and my finger disappeared into it easily. Seth was ready to be bred, and I was the man who was going to do it. "But first, let's get in a better position." "How do you want me?" "On you back. Legs on my shoulders." "Your cock in my hole?" "Of course. Raw cock." Before he could answer, I stick my tongue back into his mouth. We kissed deeply, then I pushed him hard away from me. He tumbled back, landing on his back, his head perfectly hitting the pillows. Almost by instinct he spread his legs and exposed most secret and sensitive part of his body to me. His hole was wet, glistening in the light from the multiple loads slowly dripping out of him. "Fuck me, Cal," he said. "Pound that raw cock in my hole." I positioned myself between his legs. He grabbed his thick thighs and hoisted them onto my shoulders. Unplanned, but completely naturally, he shifted his body just enough such that my cock was just barely pressing against his hole. "Breed me," he said. "Please?" Seth's hunger was all too familiar to me. I was not ashamed to admit that I had been there myself. Many times, in fact. There was only one thing that could satisfy that craving, and it was my privilege to be able to do that. "Of course," I said. I pushed my hip upward slightly. The tiny movement was all that was needed; my dick head slid into Seth's hole and was quickly followed by nearly an inch of my shaft. "Oh my god," he grunted. "You're inside of me." "I know. It feels amazing. You want it all?" "Do you have even to ask?" Seth said. "Every fucking inch of your shaft. Every fucking drop from your balls. Give it to me." I pushed forward. He had given me permission and there was no reason for me to wait any longer. I thrust my way in and his hole enveloped me. My dickhead was practically swimming through the pools of spooge that had accumulated in the depths of his hole. Not only had he allowed me inside of him without even a thin rubber, he had given me permission to cum in his hole. He knew I was poz, but had no idea just how powerful my semen was right then. "This is what I wanted," I said. "You and me. Fucking." "It's nice, isn't it?" Seth asked. I leaned in and he craned his head up. Our lips met, softly at first and then harder. I pressed my body against his, feeling the warmth of his skin, and the hardness of his muscles. "Really nice," he said, in a pause between our deep kisses. I loved Jon. I loved JP. I couldn't imagine a life without them in my life. But they were at least twenty years my senior, at a very different point in their lives. Seth was far closer to my age and still had the exuberance of youth that I sometimes missed with my two Daddies. "You're fun," I said. "Like a little bro. That I can fuck." "Yeah, big bro?" Seth said. The way he said "big bro" made me want to cum in him that very minute. "You wanna fuck my tight hole. Pound that cum into me?" Breed me before Daddy comes back?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "So damn hot." I leaned in and kissed him again. "I'm glad you came this weekend," I said. "Me too," Seth replied. "Glad that we have a chance to play together." We took another deep kiss, which lead to my dick dribbling a bit more pre-cum into Seth's already loaded hole. I was familiar with the urge to spread my seed and breed every available hole. But this was more complex than the visceral, animal breeding instinct. This was far closer to what I felt when I was inside Jon or JP. I forced myself to remember that Seth was just a plaything for the weekend. Perhaps he would last longer, but there had been many like him. Boys and men that we had recruited to seed, keeping them just long enough for them to get our gift. Seth would be no different. "I want to cum inside you again," I finally said. Nothing about emotions. Just about intentions and actions. "I want you to cum in me too," Seth said. This time, he initiated the kiss. Just as we had intended, Seth was enjoying every second. His dick was hard, pressed between our bodies, and his hole was warm and wet. "You're, uh," he began, then stumbled. I kissed him again. "You can ask me anything. I'll answer the best I can." "You're, uh, poz, right? Jon told me." "Yeah, I am. Nearly six years now." "Do you know? Like, how you got it?" "Yeah. Bareback fucking." I pushed my dick into Seth's body. The tender, soft skin of his ass caressed my dickhead, massaging it. There was nothing protecting the two of us from the dangers that I carried so proudly. "Do you know who?" "Yeah," I said. It wasn't entirely true. There had been so many men those frantic weeks, more than I could ever keep track of sober, much less as high, stoned, and tweaked as I was during that time. But there had been two men that had been there the entire time. The two that held me as I shook in helpless fear at what I had done. The two that celebrated when I reached a new milestone in being fucked. The two that were my daddies in so many ways. They were the two that I fell in love with. "Who?" Seth asked. "Jon. JP." "Wait. But you knew." "Yeah, I knew." It seemed so long ago now. Being poz was now an essential part of who I was. It was hard to remember what it was like back then, when it was all so very new and simultaneously scary and exciting. "But." Seth stumbled. He had a lot of questions, and didn't know how to ask them. "But," he started again. I decided to help him out. "You've heard of bug chasers?" He nodded. "Back then, I was a bugchaser." He pulled me closer to him, and kissed me again. "I was too scared." "I was too. And there wasn't PrEP. But I wanted to bareback. And I really wanted to bareback with Jon. And, later, JP. But Jon." Those weeks were crazy. I would meet Jon every afternoon from school and go home with him. He and JP would fuck me at least once. Sometimes their friends would come over. On weekends, we would party the entire weekend. Most of it had been captured on tape. Some had made it to a movie, but more of it had to be surreptitiously released. Like cold-war samizdat, illegal content shared among a small circle of like-minded men. "And now?" Seth asked. "Any regrets?" "Only that I didn't do it earlier." "Why?" Seth asked. The few years that separated us were significant; I had matured so much in that time and understood so much more about myself and how I wanted to live my life. "It got me Jon. It got me JP. It meant I could have sex with them. Sex without fear. It meant I could do what I wanted." I kissed him again, and pushed my dick deeper into him. "How did you meet him?" Seth asked. "Jon, I mean." "Heh. I had him for a class. And then I found one of his films. I wasn't sure. Until I ran into him at the gym, and saw his tattoos." "Films? He's been in movies?" "Yeah. We've all been in porn now." "Which ones?" "I'm not sure they even have names." I was lying. I knew exactly what they were called. The first one was called "Cal Jones Joins the Club." The next one was "Toxic Waste II." But there was time later to talk about the movies. About the partying I had done. About the men I had helped to infect. Right now, the important thing was Seth. He needed another load injected in him. I was now fully engaged in Seth's breeding. I knew exactly what Jon and JP had planned for him, and I would do nothing to stop it. More than that, I would even actively assist them in the process. I wanted Seth to join our exclusive club. My cock was balls-deep inside of him, ready to explode, although the effects of that explosion would take a long time to manifest themselves. "But enough about that. Let's talk about better things. Like how wet your hole is." "And how good you cock feels inside it." "And how I want to cum in you." "Do it, man. Cum in me." He squeezed his ass around my shaft. The loads already in him squished around my dick, lubricating it. I pulled out, then pushed back in. He was warm and welcoming, allowing me to slide my cock all the way into his body. "Fuck man, that feels good." "Me inside you?" I asked. "Yeah. You on top of me. You skin against mine." "It feels good. To be next to you. To be in you." My cock was dripping now. The conversation had veered back and forth ever since I first slid into him, and now it was back to the personal and intimate. "My cock inside of you." "You poz cock," he said. My dick dripped pre-cum into his hole. "It's crazy," he said. I nodded, wanting him to go on. "I feel safe with a poz man fucking me. Fucking me bareback." "It's a good feeling, isn't it," I said. "To be able to have sex the way men are supposed it. To be able to share our fluids. And not have to be afraid." "Yeah," Seth said. "It's really good." "Think you will ever go back?" "Back? To rubbers?" Seth laughed. "Not a chance. I'm going to throw out all my condoms when I get home." "Good boy," I said. I leaned in and kissed him. It was a long kiss, long enough that we had to stop for a breath in the middle of it. It was the kiss of men who had found what they needed, with the languid pacing that was easy after the first load had been shot. We didn't have to rush to get relief. We could enjoy all the sensations and all the pleasures. I had fucked many boys in my life, both with a condom and without. Of course, I felt closer to the men I fucked raw. It was hard to know a man through any sort of rubber shield. But even raw, Seth felt different. He felt exciting and new, yet also familiar and calming. It reminded me a bit of the first times that Jon let me fuck him. It had been the same weekend he had first fucked me raw. From the way Seth kissed me back, it was clear I wasn't the only one that was feeling this. "Is it always like this?" Seth finally asked. "Barebacking?" I asked. "Yeah." "Not always. But sometimes." "I want your cum in me so badly," Seth said. "I want JP's cum in me." I noticed that the two men he wanted had the highest viral load. "I want Jon in me." The one member of our family who was stubbornly sticking to his meds was the one Seth put last. Even if Seth didn't yet know what he needed, his sub-conscious mind definitely knew. "We're here. Here to fuck you and here to breed you," I said. I pressed my tongue back into the young man, keeping him from talking any more. It also kept me from saying anything further. When I first pushed my dick into him, I knew exactly what I was doing. Even though that was only a few hours ago, it seemed closer to an eternity ago. Since then, my family had deposited several more loads of cum into him, and I was getting ready to add my second load. What was once a controlled, orderly breeding was spinning out of control. I wasn't sure what I would say if I said anything more; I worried I would make promises I would never be able to keep. "I want to cum in you," I finally said, as we stopped kissing. It had the advantage that it was completely true, and exactly what he wanted. "I want that. I want you to cum in me a lot. And I want JP and Jon to cum in me as well." From behind me, I heard JP speak. "We want that as well." I turned my head, and saw my two lovers standing at the foot of the bed. They were naked, dicks semi-hard. They each held a glass of amber whisky, and Jon had Seth's overnight bag in his other hand. "Continue," JP said. "The boy needs a load." "You know it," Seth said. I pushed my dick deeper into Seth, as the two men disappeared into the bathroom. I couldn't decide what I wanted more: to be able to fuck this amazing piece of ass all night, or to dump another dirty load into the young man. "Come on. Give it to me. You know I want it. I want it from you." I was still a bit stoned, and in my drug-fogged, sex-crazed state, it was hard for me to tell if Seth was talking about my load or my virus. "I want to give it to you," I said. I slammed my cock into him, and then kissed him deeply. "Oh god," Seth managed to moan. His body was shaking with pleasure, happy to be exactly where he was, getting my cock deep in his hole. I wondered what he would be like with a bit of tina in him. I wondered if he would turn into a complete slut, taking loads from almost any man he could find. The thought brought back the familiar hunger. I wanted a shard of crystal up my ass, the glass pipe against my lips, and the drugged-up, sexual darkness taking over my soul. "Oh yes," I grunted in response. My cock was still leaking pre-cum into Seth. The young man deserved my cum more than nearly any boy I had yet met. He deserved all of it: my soothing semen, the eager sperm, and the deadly virus. "You want my load?" "Hell yeah," Seth moaned. It was a loud moan. Even in the bathroom, Jon and JP could have heard it clearly. "Put him out of his misery, Cal," Jon called out. They had heard Seth's thundering moan. "Give him what he needs." "Right on," I said, loudly enough for Jon to hear me. Then, more quietly, just for Seth to hear, I continued. "You want it, hot man? You want my load, little bro?" "Please, big bro. Fuck my hole. Breed your lil bro." Something about the way he called me "bro" made my dick twitch. I slammed it in. The indecision, between fucking him all night or breeding him immediately, had disappeared. I needed to breed Seth, and Seth needed to be bred. "Give me your load," he said. "Oh yeah, little bro," I said. "You're gonna get my load. Every single drop." I punctuated each word with another deep thrust into Seth's body. My dick was starting to tingle and my balls were getting tight. I recognized the signs. I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. "Get that load deep into you." "Please man. You know I want it. I fucking need it." "Oh fuck," I grunted. I was no longer in conscious control of my actions. My dick had taken over, and it only cared about its own pleasure. It was impossible for me to worry about anything else, least of all Seth's safety. "Oh fuck," I grunted again, my dick now throbbing. "Take it," I moaned, as the first spurt of cum worked its way down my shaft and into Seth's hungry hole. As my sperm hit Seth's hole, I could feel the boy relax underneath me. He had gotten what he had been wanting so badly, and for a few minutes, his cum-lust was satisfied. From my own experience, I knew how short this moment of peace and happiness would be. It would be only a few minutes before he grew used to my load inside of him, and he would need more semen to placate his limitless needs. "Oh god man, fill me up," he said. "As much as you want, bro," I said. I wanted him to grow accustomed to my poz sperm and to crave it just as much as I was craving his neg hole. This was a slow process, and he wasn't quite ready to embrace the full depth of his new-found desires. As much as I wanted, it was not yet the time to remind him of the virus I was injecting into his body. "Every single drop I can give you," I continued, as another spurt shot into his healthy, innocent body. I hadn't tried to keep my voice down, and my two men in the bathroom had heard me cumming in Seth. "That's my boy," Jon said. "Fill Seth up. Knock him up with your sperm." Seth might know what Jon was alluding to, but it didn't matter. Like me, he was only thinking about one thing: how good his hole felt when a man was breeding him. "Give him your babies," Jon called out. Another spurt shot out of my dick and into Seth's guts. "Damn, that feels so good," Seth said. He tried to reach down for his cock, but I grabbed his hand. "You'll get your chance," I said. I put his hand behind his head and kept my hand on his wrist. "Just enjoy getting your ass filled with cream." There was another spurt, and Seth writhed around my shaft. "Totally filled with our sperm," I repeated myself. Seth was milking me now, trying to get every drop of out my balls. It was working, and there was another surge, ending with more cum being added to Seth's collection. "Thank you man. This is exactly what I needed." "Getting your ass filled with a real man's load?" "Yeah," Seth said. He grabbed me and pulled me close. "I'm glad you came in me," he continued. He paused long enough to give me a kiss. "I'm glad all of you came in me." "Me too," I said. "I'm glad you're becoming part of our family." I kissed him again. This time it was deeper and longer. I got lost in making out, and didn't hear the two older men emerge from the bathroom. "You take care of the boy, boy?" JP asked. I turned around as best I could, my dick still embedded deep in Seth's hole. It was still enough to see Jon and JP watching us. They had put on bathrobes, but they draped open, exposing their hard dicks. "Yeah," Seth said. "He did." He reached down and grabbed his cock. "But, when is it my turn?" he was as stiff as ever. He would need relief tonight or he would never be able to sleep. "Your turn boy?" Jon asked. "Your turn?" he asked again, the incredulity dripping from his voice. "What makes you think it's your turn?" -- (4025 -> 4525*) His cock was still buried in my hole. It made me feel safe, to have him inside me and his body so close to mine. It was strange to think that I felt safe when an HIV-positive man was inside of me, especially when he was not wearing a condom. But it was now possible. Sex, even bareback sex, could be safe again

Spent a couple of hours at the weekend buying plants ...

While he is fucking me. I love it when a top makes me cum without me touching my dick. Just him fucking and hitting my prostate the right way. I get hard most of the times I'm getting fucked. I usually start dribbling pre-cum first and then orgasm and shoot my load. Not every top can do this to me. But when they do it's heaven. If this happens I can cum more times too if he keeps going long enough. It doesn't happen often though. Some tops love it and are turned on by the fact they can make me cum with their dick and fuck technique. Some don't like it when it happens.

[This is another story from long ago that I found on my hard drive. It needed lots of reformatting, so I will be posting it in installments. I did not write this; I just tried to clean it up a bit for readability] Last weekend I was stuck without a car. I thought the weekend was going to suck. I was hanging out in my apartment, bored, surfing the net. I came across a page for a local bath house. What the hell! I had heard a lot of stories about bath houses, but I had never been to one. I called a cab, and headed down. I was nervous and excited. I had spent plenty of time cruising ABS and online, but I had never seen anything like the stories I had heard about the baths. I got one of the large rooms, which had a TV and several channels to choose from. I saw that in one movie the men were barebacking. As I undressed, I watched a hot scene where this guy was getting fucked in the woods. The top was hung and uncut. I was mesmerized by the sight of his bare cock sliding in and out of the bottom's ass made me incredibly horny even though I knew I could never let a stranger fuck me bareback. I had recently discovered the joys of being a bottom, and I decided to go out and find some cock. As I explored the premises, I saw that many guys just left the doors to their room open. In several rooms, guys were fucking and sucking. As I walked past one room, I saw one guy getting fucked as he sucked off another guy. I paused, watching the hot scene. The guy with his dick buried in the bottom's ass told me to come in. I did, just as the bottom called it quits. He said he needed a rest. After he left, I sat on the bed with the two guys. They were about my age, 25 or so, and both had cocks at least 8 inches. One guy was uncut. I love uncut cock; the first guy who fucked me had a thick, 8" uncut cock, and it felt so good. I took off my towel, and started to suck on the uncut beauty in front of me. The other guy got up to shut the door. I told him he could leave it open, but he said he and his friend wanted me all to themselves. As I sucked my uncut stud, the other guy started rimming me. I love to have my ass eaten. In fact the first time I got fucked, it was because the guy did such a great job licking my hole, that I had to let him fuck me. My head was spinning from the joint I smoked before I left my house. The guy behind me stopped licking my ass. He moved up to put his cock against my hole. I asked him to put on a condom. He said ok, and then asked me if I partied. I didn't know what he meant, but I told him I was up for anything. He asked if I had ever done Tina. “What is it?” I said, feeling like a nerd. The best sex drug in the world, he told me. "Ok. Whatever. I'll do it." He and his friend smiled, and brought out a glass pipe. I asked what I was supposed to do. His friend put some stuff that looked like little bits of rock in the pipe. I leaned forward, and put the pipe to my lips. The guy lit a butane lighter and started heating the stuff in the pipe. The pipe filled with white vapor. "Take a hit," he said. I took a deep hit, held it for a second and exhaled. They urged me to keep going. I took several more large hits. OH MY GOD - did I feel great. I was incredibly happy and even more horny than I had been a few minutes ago. The guy who had tried to fuck me asked me to suck his dick. I eagerly sucked his cock into my mouth. He had gone soft, but as I sucked him, I could feel his dick getting hard in my mouth. I had never enjoyed sucking a cock so much. I was able to deep throat him, something I normally couldn't do with a guy his size. As I sucked him, the other guy asked me if I did poppers. I said I never had, but I would do anything he recommended. He held the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. My head started spinning and my hunger for cock went out of control. I asked the uncut guy to fuck me. He asked me if I had ever been fucked bareback. I said "no, never." He asked me if I wanted to feel his cock shooting inside of me. Between the tina and the poppers, I was out of control. "Just give me that beautiful cock!" He drizzled some lube on my ass and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He told me to do more of the poppers. I took several deep hits. Finally he placed the head of his cock against my asshole and gave a little push. Only about half of the head of his tool went in. I moaned. I had no idea that anything could feel so good. Slowly, he slid his cock into me. The first time I got fucked, it hurt at first, but then later started to feel good. Not this time. As he buried his massive dick in my ass, all I felt was pleasure. I couldn't believe the difference between being fucked with a condom and being fucked bareback. It was so much better. I started sucking on his partner again as he fucked me. I couldn't believe how crazy I felt. I wanted to do anything for these guys. I told them to fuck the hell out of me. Finally, the guy fucking me told me he was going to cum. The idea of taking his load in my ass drove me wild. He grunted, and buried himself deep in my ass. I could feel his cock pulse, and then I felt his cum spurting in my ass. Suddenly, my ass was filled with his cum. I was surprised at how warm it felt. He took a minute to catch his breath, and then pulled his cock out of me. I sat there, feeling the warm, squishy feeling of an ass full of cum. His friend said it was his turn to fuck me. I put myself face down, ass up on the edge of the bed and told him how much I needed more cock in my hole. He slid in easily, lubricated by his friends load. He started fucking me with long, slow strokes. It felt so good. His friend handed me the popper's bottle, and my head started spinning again. His cock was huge and hard, and he knew how to use it. I have no idea how long he fucked me, but it was at least 20 minutes. Finally, he said he was going to cum. He buried himself in me and again I felt cum spurting against the inside of my ass. It was so hot. It felt so nasty and forbidden and so incredibly right. I knew this was not the last time I was going to get barebacked.

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.

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.

Decided to spend some time @ Club Fort Lauderdale for Memorial Day. I haven't been going to often and when I have was a bit disappointed in the action. Well.. I went about 2PM got a nice larger video room and before I could begin to check out the crowd a hot 30s latin comes in and drops his towel... good bottom that I am I take his soft uncut cock in my mouth.. Tho not too long (7 maybe..) it was kinda thick. He got the hint and knew immediately what I wanted... We fucked for about 30 mins in various position and he gave me a nice load. I then cruised around and ran into a "Daddy" that I know fairly well, but never played.. we were in the steam room and I saw is BEER CAN Mushroom headed cock... I sucked then back my hole against him. He worked it in and we fucked there for 5-10 mins. Needed a break from the heat... I went back to the room and cruised a very hot shaved headed latin.. He comes in and I suck his hard uncut 7+ " while letting him know what I want.. He took the bait, but unfortunately bags it up... I didn't mind he was hot and it felt pretty good. I milked a large load out of him and into the condom... I grabbed it from him and ate it up ( cum not condom) I got Daddy back to my room again and we fucked all over the bed. the Mushroom head making me groan it felt so good pulling out all the way and then back in... He told me he had a HUGE Load and deposited it deep... Ran into a YOUNG (19 yo) that has been hitting me up on Scruff & Grindr. Hes much cuter in person and has one of those rocket shaped 7+ inches... I was surprised at how adept he was at fucking and we fucked on & off for a good 30 mins and left his young seed . I let them all seep inside til this morning. Damn... I gotta get out more often

My original fuck buddies told me I should go back to a room, and just leave the door open. That sounded good to me. I paused at the exit of the maze when I saw a black man with a huge cock. I knelt down and sucked his cock for a second. I stood up and invited him to follow me. Back in my room I walked to the bed and assumed the position on my hands and knees. The black guy followed me in, and I told him to keep the door open. He was semi-hard, so I started sucking him. He had a bottle of poppers, and he offered me some. After a deep snort, I went to work getting him hard so he could fuck me. As his cock came alive in my mouth, I knew that I had found something special. After a couple of minutes of sucking, I pulled him out of my mouth and looked at his cock. It was huge. It was definitely the biggest cock I have ever seen in person - truly porn-quality dick. It was at least 10" long and thick as hell. It was perfectly straight and symmetrical. I asked him if I could ride it. He lay down on my bed and I straddled him. I made sure I was facing the door. There were 4 guys watching. As his cockhead entered my sphincter, I moaned. He was as hard as a rock. I hit the poppers, and sank as far down as I could on his cock. Slowly, I settled him further and further into my ass. He must have known the power of his cock, because he stayed perfectly still as I adjusted to this massive anal intrusion. Finally I had him all in my ass. It felt like his cock was running though my whole body. I started to rock back and forth. I swear I could feel every twitch, every vein, every millimeter of his dick. I asked the guys at the door what they were waiting for. I started sucking their cocks. Several were too excited to last very long. I swallowed three mouth loads; my head was spinning with lust being fucked by this giant black cock felt so well. Eventually my black top got tired of being underneath. He fucked me in every position possible. The crowd outside the door kept growing with guys stroking their cocks and watching me take this huge cock. Just then the stud was ready to cum. With a final plunge, he erupted in my ass. I felt 3 or 4 strong spurts in my ass, then a huge puddle of warmth deep in my ass. It was the most intense sexual encounter I have ever had. As he pulled his cock out of me, I felt a bunch of cum running out of my ass. My original fuck-buddies pushed to the front of the crowd. They had four guys with them. All had nice cocks. My friends gave me a gelatin capsule and told me to take it. I found out later that it contained more tina. "I want to take every cock that wants my ass," I announced to the crowd. That was all it took. Word must have gone out that I was fucking all cummers. I got fucked for hours. One of the best tops was an ugly, overweight, older man. He had the second biggest cock I had ever seen, and he was uncut. One of the guys in the room made a remark about even the troll was going to get some. I asked that guy to leave, and the "troll" fucked me for a long, long time. I made sure to beg him and every other guy for their cum. Eventually, everyone must have fucked me, because the crowd thinned and eventually I was left with my two original fuck buddies. I told them that I was having a great time, but the time on my room was almost up. They asked if I wanted to come home with them, so we could do it all again tomorrow. When was I going to get a better offer than that?

They asked me if I wanted some more tina. Hell yes. They asked if I had ever heard of a butt rocket. I said no, but if they recommended it, I was game. They put some Tina and water in a syringe with no needle and put it in my ass. They told me to hold it as long as I could. I could already feel the stuff going to work. I became incredible fixated on my ass. All I could think about was finding more cocks to fuck me and cum in me. After a while, they asked me if I wanted to go to the maze. I had seen it when I was looking for my room and it looked promising. We went over and walked into the darkness. The maze was almost pitch-black. As my eyes adjusted, I could see that there were 10 or 15 guys milling around. Some guys were sucking cock through glory holes that were cut in the walls. I found a glory hole for myself and knelt down. Almost immediately I was presented with another beautiful cock. From what I could see of the guy he was Latino and uncut. I started sucking his cock, as my two fuck buddies watched and encouraged me. Give him your ass they urged. The idea of having a guy whose face I had never seen felt nasty, forbidden, dangerous, and totally exciting. I turned around, placing my ass up against the hole. I rubbed his cock on my ass, and groaned. He pushed forward, and I had my third bare cock in my ass in less than an hour. It was even better than before. I was so lubed with sperm and the party favors had me thinking only with my ass. The guy in my cum hole couldn't last very long. I heard him grunt thorough the hole and again that warm, squishy feeling. It was so good. While I was being fucked, I had my eyes closed as I just focused on being fucked. As the cock slipped out of my ass, I looked up to see that I was being watched by about 5 or 6 guys. That thought turned me on even more. There was a lot of sex going on in the maze, but I was the most blatantly cock-crazed. I felt like I was just getting started. How many guys could I get to fuck me?

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

I've got to finish this, David wants me back for an encore. He made more that one night than he ever has, he says! * continued 8 more on the way??? Looking around the room; 9, 10, 11, 12, too many to count in my spun out Cum Crazed state. Plus at least 8 more! I've been a Cum Whore for some time; but this night I am The Cum Whore!!! And I want more, and more; its then I realize I'm saying it out load... "I want more and more!" I'm covered in Cum, dripping Cum from both ends, needing more Cum! "I need more Cum!" Another booty bump I think; burning, yes booty bump as a grinning Cock owner puts the pipe to my lips and says; "here Sweetie, just nod when your full..." Now I Am Only a Cock Hole! A Cum Soaked, Cum Drenched, Dick Loving Cock Hole; it feels sooo right! I blurt out; "please don't stop; fuck me, Fuck Me!!!" I get lost in my Cock Crave'n, Cum Loving decadence; I'm at the precipice about to go headlong over the edge... And out in the distance I can faintly hear my name, "Tawnie, Tawnie, TAWNIE!" I snap to finally and respond, "present!" Its David; he says, "I'm out of product and need to re-up, and the sun is coming up; I need to get. Can your friends get you someplace somewhat safe?" I look around; more than half look at me, the rest at David and all agree on "yes!" I grab my bag, with my lube and such as I am carried out and into a cargo van and tossed on a pile of shipping pads; through the fog I hear, "want more?" "Yes, yes, YES!!!" I plead... "As you wish..." and I find myself at the back lot of the biggest truck stop in town just off the freeway, propped up over the pads in who-evers van, doors wide open, broad daylight, and I can hear; "yeah just $5 and you can Fuck the hell out of her!" I see an eager young man hand someone a greenback as he says; " that's for me and my 3 friends! Are you sure she wants all of us to Fuck her?" I yell, kinda; "yes she wants all of you and more to Fuck me!!!" And that's how it ended; me getting pimped out for $5 a pop; and did I see any money? Hell no; and that's just fine with me, I got what I wanted!!! To be a dirty little depraved Dope Whore Cum Filled Cock Hole! My hole is almost back to normal, this weekend it will have been a month; and Saturday going to do it all again! David says he can't wait; and me... "Look Out, I'm going to make last time be like a girl scouts meeting!" Thanks for letting me share my fun, Tawnie

From personal experience... I had zero symptoms. Mine was picked up at a routine sexual health checkup. Many years (10+, maybe even more) down the line then that's when symptoms will start as it starts to cause damage to your liver. Fortunately mine was picked up very early on and an over halfway through my treatment now.

Never. When i want too cum i have sex with my wife. When im playing with a man i exclusively bottom. And have no desire to have my cock played with or too ejaculate. Ill have mind blowing orgasms from being fucked by a guy. But even if i dont I only care about getting him off.

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Young John shoots some liquid in my butt. It's cold and, very quickly, I definitely feel different that I did with the mule kick in the head of the T. I'm spinning but what's left of me wants John in me. He's busy slamming Young John in his dick. He's holding onto the kids shaft and pumps the whole vial in him. The kids was leaning next to the bed, suddenly he flops back disappearing under the sling hanging over the bed. I hear him under me moaning fuck, fuck, fuck. "You're okay, kiddo," soothes John. As I hear the kid flopping about underneath me I watch as well as I can Old John shooting up. He's found a vein on his forearm and unloads, starting to breath very rapidly when he pulls the needle out of his arm. He's lifted his arm in the air and pulling on his skin to make the drug flow faster into the rest of his body. And what a body! The veins I hadn't notice much before seem to pop all over his torso, his neck, his biceps, his chest, even his face. He's transformed from a handsome older stud to something most menacing and seductive. I can't imagine how much he's given himself but soon he is hyperventilating, steadying himself on one of the sling's chains. "Fuck, yeah, frat boy, ready to get knocked up with daddy seed." I'm feeling his chest as he straddles between my legs, his huge hose pushing hard into my balls. "Fuck yeah, Sir. I'm ready." "How ready, boy?" "I need you in me so bad. Please load my hole." "Load it with what, boy?" "With your toxic spooge." His dick is dripping in anticipation and he buries it in me without ceremony. Just slips it in up to its hilt. He's on fire and tearing into my chute with his girth and length. There's nothing sensitive or kind in his thrusts. His pupils are dilated and he looks at me with demonic desire. It's incredible and painful and pleasurable all at once. I don't know where Johnny is but I hear Old John tell him, "that's right, boy, lick daddy's balls. Suck 'em up, fucker. Give daddy's hole a little bath while you're there. That's it. Deeper, fucker. Let me feel your tongue..." John makes guttural noises deep in his throat. He's possessed and it makes me bounce on his cock as much as I can in the sling. John reaches between my legs and start beating me off. I'm sweating like a pig and so is he. He's rocking inside me and ever so often cracks my ass hard, and I thank him every time. He pinches my nipples painfully, and it makes my dick drip in his hand. "You ready for daddy's first load, son?" I'm staring into his eyes, which have darkened and reddened. His pupils have fully taken over. His expression is pure lust. Snot drips from his nostrils. He licks his lips, takes some into mouth and spit a gob at me, which hits my lips. I stare in his eyes licking it up. That cues him to begin a rapid fire assault on my ass. I feel him swelling larger then ever. Beneath the sling I hear, "Breed him, daddy. Fuck him up!" He explodes with three enormous thrusts, holds my thighs each time letting me feel the full enormity of his erection. I swear I feel his cock head double in size, lubing my chute deep on each plunge. I cum, too, right in his hand, on his final thrust. I shoot over my head. A second squirts in my face. And with a tight closed fist, he gets a third drool from my cock head, dripping off his fingers. He's polishing my head, not letting my orgasm go. I writhe in pleasure-pain in his callused palm. At the point I can't take any more sensation he says, "Good boy," lifting his fingers up to my mouth. I greedily lick my cum off them and suck on his fingers till they're clean. I still don't see Johnny but seeing John's face I figure his dick being sucked. "That's right, son, clean daddy up." John ducks under the sling and I hear them tenderly making love. "Get College out of the sling, boy, so he can join us." Johnny pops up and unbinds my legs then wrists. He doesn't show any resentment. If he's feeling like I am I only want to get down and roll around with both of them. I slowly get my balance back while Johnny takes the sling off the eye hooks and joins me and Old John on the bed. There bodies are such a contrast. The kid is almost completely smooth, hairless arms, smooth legs, only a tuft of brown pubes that are as soft as mink, whereas the older man is rock solid, coarse hair up to his shoulders with some falling over his back spreading out over his lats. I'm crawling down to where I can suck on John's cock and he plays with mine. Johnny I can feel is playing with my hole, and before I realize it has buried it inside me, humping gently as the three of us tenderly use six hands, three mouths, an assortment of dicks and holes that become indistinguishable in a mash up of sensations that has never been as pleasurable. Far off I hear Gary outside calling to Dwayne to string up the deer, then a chainsaw buzzes a million miles away. It's the camp as background noise. It's comforting and enveloping me in darkness. Johnny finishes fucking me. Nothing earth-shattering, but calm like he's finishing a cup of tea. He shutters a bit, pulls out and I feel empty. His tongue is lapping at my butt and as I turn around he's at my mouth feeding me what he's felched out. We kiss for a long time, the cum going back and forth between us, John petting our heads. We break our kiss and start worshiping the older man's body. Both of us are at his nipple kneading and sucking them, our hands exploring his rich pelt of body hair, rewarded at every turn by a kiss, a slap on the ass, a tweak of our tits, and of course his cock getting harder and harder. We're at his feet, licking the dirt from between his toes, taking several toes at a time in our mouths. I watch Johnny take a slab of grease and slather Old John's foot, then climb on his old man's leg and slide his ass down on the wiggling toes. I want to know the feeling of this, too, so I slather John's other foot and climb over his hairy legs and feel his sharp toenails dig into my hole. It's incredible this rush of feeling once his toes are inside. So different than Johnny's fist. Wide, solid, rough. Completely different in form from a hand. Right after the toes Old John's callused foot falls deep inside me. I'm completely taken in lust and simply hump his foot like a whore. Johnny lost too. He's fallen on his back and his old man's foot is sliding inside the kid's hole. There's no way my ass can take that turn but the sight of it doubles my horniness. I rut like an insatiable bitch on the man's hairy foot. Both Johnny and I are animals gorging on pure pleasure. Old John is enjoying our abandonment, jacking himself off, encouraging us, wiggling his toes inside of us to coax us on. Johnny leans over and holds my head. His tongue slips in my mouth and I reciprocate the passion. Whatever feeling was express earlier have washed away and now we are both gleefully pleasing ourselves, making out, jacking each other off, humping away on an enormous size thirteen foot. There some movement behind Johnny's head. I look past him at the open gingham-curtained window. A breeze is flapping it, and I see a stranger staring in. I stop humping Old John's foot. Johnny turns and follows my gaze, and then also stops. John looks at the window, kicks us off his feet and murmurs, mother fucker. He jumps off the bed. There's a commotion outside as we hear Dwayne and Gary tackle the man at the window. There's a boom as bodies are hitting the trailer. John is out of the room, naked, then the screen door slams as he flies outside. Johnny and I scramble around for underwear and then follow him. The man they've caught is exceptionally tall. I guess he would have to be if he were peering in the trailer window. Dwayne has his arms pinned and Gary is pummeling the guy mercilessly. "Hang on, Gare," says John. He grabs the guys hair and pulls up his face. "Where you from stranger? What're you doin' here?" The guys spits a bloody wad on the ground, smiles a sneer back at John. John takes his face in his hand, says, "I don't ask twice. You from round here?" The man gives John a hard stare and spits at John. "You fuckin' piece of shit. String up this mother fucker." John throws a hard gut punch and knocks the wind out of the guy. Where Dwayne had strung up the buck killed on their hunting trip, guts freshly spilled lie over the ground. Gary cuts the deer carcass loose and throws it over to the side. He and Dwayne pull the guy backwards. He's still reeling from the stomach punch and they easily loop his wrists and splay his arms apart anchored to two trees. "Tie his legs, too," orders John. The tall man kicks Dwayne in the head. Bad mistake. Dwayne takes the guy in a head lock and administers blow after blow to his head until the guy would have fallen to the ground, but stays upright tied by his arms. "I think I seen him at the river once," says Johnny. "I don't think he's from around here. He was talking to a couple of guys from the Grunewald camp." Gary and Dwayne have secured the guy's legs, while Johnny checks his pockets. "Ain't no wallet, but look." The kid holds out a plastic baggie filled with a hefty amount of large chunks of crystal. It sparkles like shards of glass. "That ain't mine," he says. "Jus' hopped in yer pocket, did it?" says Gary. "Skin him," says John. Gary and Dwayne bring out their hunting blades and slice the guy's checkered shirt off him, and then his jeans one leg at a time, till he's standing their stung up in just his underwear and boots. He's a skinny guy, thin arms and legs, flat nose and a receding hairline. "Who you work for?" John is up in his face. He's real quiet, almost whispering. "You best start talking while you still can talk." "Fuck you, faggot. I saw what you was doing to those hopped up boys. That little one don't look even legal." "I am too! Ain't I daddy," Johnny yells. John smiles the most chilling smile I've ever seen. "Johnny, get the garden clippers." The kid sprints over to a bench that has some scrawny pot plants on them, and grabs some garden clippers. "Can I?" Johnny begs. John nods. Johnny cuts one side of the man's underwear off, and then the other. The white underwear falls in the puddle of deer blood. I watch the blood seep into the white fabric. The man stands there naked, shriveled up, trying not to quake in his boots. Johnny puts the clippers in the guys face. Snip, snip, he says gesturing to the guy's puny dick. "Wait, hold on. I can pay, pay lots." Whatever bravado he was trying to maintain is long gone. I think he's willing to take a beating, at least I think he's hoping that's what he'll get from these guys. "I heard you had good shit. I can make you tons of coin. I have connections in New York. I've got cash back in the car. Just let me get it. You can go with me, take it all." There's a long pause. It's a frightening scene and I don't know where it's headed. Gary and Dwayne are fully dressed in camouflaged hunting gear holding their hunting knives, Old John is stark naked from head to foot, Johnny and I are barefoot in our underwear. There is a small trickle of pee running down the guy's leg into his sock and boot. His white sock turns yellow. I look over at John's feet. The grease has caked them with dirt. I don't know why but in the silence I'm locked onto his feet. I can't look at the guy's face. I can hear him crying and scared, and I think he thinks they're going to kill him. The silence is too intense. I look up. "Please," I see the guy mouths. A bubble of spit bursts over his bleeding lip. A little bloody drool hangs from his teeth. It jiggles as he shakes. The spittle catches on his chin. "Who told you we have good shit," says John, breaking the silence. "Shit you walked in n' stole." He doesn't sound like he's looking for answers but is laying out the crime. "And watched me foot fuck these two knuckleheads, probably tugging at your pud as you watched." He almost sounds friendly, joking, forgiving, like he'll let him go this one time. I don't know where in my fucked up brain it comes from, but I suddenly feel personally aggrieved by this stranger, and don't want him off the hook. I hear myself saying, "And he used a homophobic slur at you, daddy." "Fuckin' A, son," says John giving me a quick look married to a conspiratorial smile. He gives a very slight nod to Johnny. Johnny pulls the guy's dick out an inch and slices it off with the clippers. Fuck, I say under my breath. The tall man screams a bloody high-pitched cry. Elongated. Shrill. Inhales, and lets out an even louder bale as he looks down and see blood and piss running down his legs mixing into the deer entrails. He face is a mask of pain. I can't watch it. "He'll bleed out," I manage to say looking anywhere but at him. "The fuck cares," Gary spits. He goes over to a pile of logs and picks up the chainsaw. Pulls the cord and revs it up a couple of times. He walks behind the guy. The guy whips around to see what Gary's doing and screams out, NO! but Gary is already literally ripping the guy a new asshole. He revs the chainsaw and brings it up between the guy's legs. Flesh and a red spray flies from the guy and coats John with a thin red mist. The guy looks completely surprised and is suspended only for a few seconds in horror as, like the deer before him, his intestines, liver, pancreas, stomach and a sea of blood wash out between his legs. I shut my eyes but the image is still there. And I can't shut out the sound of all of his viscera falling to the ground. It sounds like pounds of jello slapping into the dirt. I take a quick peak at the carnage puddled around him. Deer entrails, his entrails mix together. I think the guy's dead but for a horrifying second he's fully conscious, staring at the ground beneath him, trying to understand what just happened. Part of his colon, a pale pink shred of tissue, is dangling out of his cavity. I see a shudder go through him, then his head falls with all his weight hanging by his arms. His knees buckle beneath him. Old John has a massive boner. It's bobbing up and down with a long string of pre-cum hanging off the tip. It drips and is absorbed into the dry earth. He looks at me and Johnny. "You two clowns get back inside. And get that fucking underwear off before I rip you both two new assholes!" He doesn't have to tell us twice. Dust flies from under our feet as we jet back inside the trailer. As we race down the hallway, Johnny's still holding the guy's dickhead between his fingers.

The majority of "str8" married guys who Topped me all seem to have most of these traits: 1. Wife/GF isn't giving it up or fucks like a dead fish 2. They are very virile/sexual/constantly horny 3. They want quick, anon encounters; in other words, a nice, warm mouth/hole to unload in no questions asked 4. They are in their late 30s, mostly 40s to 50s 5. They usually already have a side piece 6. They want to have very dom-type sex (hair pulling, spanking, choking/cock gagging, name calling, degradation, feminization, etc.) 7. Most do not want to use condoms. One dude really sticks out in my memory. Late 40s, very toned body, nice tan, short dirty blonde hair, very well endowed (length and thickness of a paper towel roll). He was the executive for the airlines. We usually fucked just about once a month in a cheapo hotel (my guess was that his mistress was on the rag and his wife definitely wan't giving him any). This went on for the better part of a year and change until he finally divorced his wife and move out of state. During our fuck sesh he liked to call me by his wife's name while making me gag on his dick or pounding it in deep from behind. He liked to keep his eyes closed as he fucked me, talking shit the whole time. "Yeah bitch, choke on my fucking cock. Mmmm, you don't like that? Then I'm gonna fucking rape your ass your gold digging whore. It hurts? You gonna cry you fucking cunt? Take this cock, whore! God yes, I'm gonna fucking cum! You feel that, bitch? Shooting my jizz in your slutty ass? Stick your tongue out and clean my fucking cock, your worthless cunt!" *shivers down my spine* ??

Thanks! He and I exchanged numbers and have texted an talked since then. It was great experience for both since it was a ass wrecking assgasm filled experience for me and for him it was the pleasure of a guy that could not only take him but could take as long he he wanted to play in my gaping horsehole. My body is on such a sexual high i spent Monday back in Chattanooga engaging in hookups all the way to a married regular this morning that bred me after his 3rd shift was over. Memorial Day partner count at 34 partners and 29 loads. I am on such a sex beast high right now I've no idea how i am going to handle going back to work on Wednesday. I need to find a way to make sex my work. I wonder if the porn industry needs writers and promoters as well as a hungry bottom.

I met up with a hot Latino at NYC Pride. Long, wavy, black hair, goatee, dressed in a tight white wifebeater, yellow nylon shorts, transparent with the summer heat, and freeballing. We grabbed pizza for an early dinner, then took the subway to his place, stopping at a bodega for two 6-packs of beer. After we both did a cleanout, we drank beer and fucked, drank some more beer, fucked some more. Both of us needed to piss, so we stood side by side at the toilet. For some reason, the sight of piss flowing through his cock turned me on, so I reached down and held it until he was finished. More beers and more fucking and a 69 session. Soon after we polished off the remaining beers, the urge to piss was upon us again and again I held his cock until the last drops hit te toilet. Still horny, we fucked each other again and collapsed from exhaustion. The next morning, I was the first one awake and thought I'd wake him with a blowjob. I scooted down on the bed and took his cock in my mouth. His bladder opened a split second before his eyes and I was given my first taste of bitter, potent piss, which while surprising was not unpleasant. When he realized what was happening, he freaked and tried to pull out, but I sealed my mouth around his cock and only released it when I'd drained him. He said he thought it was nasty, but he also admitted he enjoyed pissing in my mouth. Eventually, he fed me 2 more times and the last time, he left his cock in my mouth and gave me a cum chaser. On my way home, I stopped off and bought a yellow hanky and I've been a pisspig ever since.

I was just wondering if there is anyone still alive today who genuinely barebacked their way through the AIDS epidemic of 1981 to 1996 (from the year the first AIDS cases were reported to the year that antiretroviral drugs were introduced). The 1981 - 1996 period, was when an AIDS or HIV diagnosis meant certain death. If you were diagnosed with AIDS in those early days, you'd start making your own funeral arrangements. No treatments were available to treat the AIDS virus (later named "HIV") itself (except AZT which didn't really work for most people....and if it did work, it only did so for so long) ...in this period, the only thing that could be done was to treat opportunistic infections as and when they occurred - and if you were diagnosed with HIV but not AIDS (that is, if you were in the asymptomatic stage) you were basically just waiting to eventually get sick. I cannot imagine what it must have been like with an HIV+ diagnosis, but being healthy, and waiting every day for that first KS lesion to appear...or for that first sore chest and bad cough to appear which would turn out to be pneumonia. it must have been a really awful time to be diagnosed with AIDS/HIV. Because it was such a terrifying time, and because a diagnosis was very bad news back then, I know that eventually most sexually active/promiscuous gay and bisexual men started practicing only safe(r) sex (sex with condoms). However, I imagine there were those who just , for whatever reason, continued to fuck raw (baffling that people would during those horrific days, but there must have been those who did). I wonder if any such people "made it through" those years, without becoming infected. I think if anyone did, it would be absolutely amazing to hear from them. No doubt there are those who will say they did, but are lying (for whatever reason). But I wonder if there are any people who genuinely kept on having BB sex ....indiscriminately with many anonymous strangers in the pre-1996/antiretroviral days and never got HIV? I would personally doubt it very much. And certainly not anyone who was living in the San Francisco Castro street gay village and New York City Greenwich village where AIDS was at it's worst. But imagine if there were such people? Wow, that would be so incredible and fascinating and would beg the question: HOW?

Hi all. Hope you enjoy this - like everything it's based somewhat on some experiences I've had. Alright lads? My name's Stuart. I'm from Skye originally but moved to Glasgow like most of my mates, cause there's fuck-all to do in Skye and even less to shag. A few years back I was back visiting and I bumped into the mother of an old school friend of mine Bill. When she heard I was moving house, she was delighted and asked if I would stay with Bill for a while. She was worried about Bill's choice of friends and it was a fair request. Bill had hit weed pretty strong in college and had dropped out of a computer science course for part-time jobs as a lighting rigger for shows in the city, full-time job as a stoner. Bill lived in a slightly run-down part of Glasgow, in a beautiful old redbrick house with Georgian windows and crappy insulation - I'd been over there once or twice for some great nights smoking my brains out with my straight mate. His mum was right though, his current crowd was full of right dobbers and pissheads! Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed a toke or two. At this stage I hadn't tried much else - a bump of speed once and a few pills if I could get them. However, unlike Bill I didn't arrange my life around drugs. I kept myself fit by joining a canoeing team in college and did some climbing too. At this point just after my Masters, I was 24, dirty blond, pale-as-fuck skin (thank you Scottish weather), lean with defined muscles and if I tensed-up enough, I had a six-pack. After I got the call from his mum, I called Bill to ask him how he was and if he knew of any rooms in his area. "Aye lad, yeah sorry I forgot to mention it, there's the room going here" he drawled, "but you'll have to be ok'd by the landlords first, but you'll have no bother with them" he continued with a bit of a leery tone. I replied "what do you mean?" I could hear him stop for a toke, hold it, release, and then continued, "they're poofs like you man, you can probably talk to them about fuckin' flower arrangin' or some shite" I laughed "haha, fuck you, ya wee gob, I still remember your stamp collection phase". He spluttered with that comment "not a word of that now, if we're to be housemates, no leaking of any dirty secrets!" I chuckled, "well put in a good word for me and I'll see about "forgetting" certain key facts about Scotland's 1998 philatelist-to-watch award winner". After a few more friendly jibes, Bill told me he'd call them and get them to give me a text with an appointment in the next few days. The following Saturday I got a text "Hi this is Davie, Bill's landlord, Would you able to pop by at 7 tonight?" I groaned a little cause it was midday and as I had just arranged a shag with this fit guy I met through a fuck-buddy of mine - Pedro. At least I was told he was fit. My fuck buddy Andrew being a total slut that he was, had to cancel a shag last minute, and suggested to Pedro that he could get him a replacement. When I got the text that morning I chuckled. Only Andrew would be considerate enough to think of my hole, I thought - although granted, Pedro sounded pretty fit - 36, Spanish, good body, a bit sleazy, 9" cock with a slight curve, top. Ok maybe it was the last part I was happiest with. A drag queen from the local shows used to say "Glasgow is like American Apparel - you can never find a decent top!" And I was due to meet this top at 4pm about a ten-minute walk from Bill's house. "Fuck it" I thought, "I am not turning down some prime Spanish meat for this meeting, I'll get fucked by him and then meet Davie, and then afterward I'll go back for more!" My contact from Pedro had been minimal, I was interested what he meant by sleazy. I just got a message from a blurry torso with rose tattoo on the left pec on Grindr saying "I hear Andrew's recommended you as an animal in the sack, looking forward to later" and an address. At 3.50pm, I got to the apartment at that address and got buzzed in - from the stairwell I saw his door was ajar. I walked in and closed the door behind me and heard a voice "In here Stuart!". I followed the voice to a bedroom and opening the door I saw Pedro, naked, kneeling on the bed facing me, with one hand smoking a joint and with the other stroking his beautiful cock. He had deep golden skin, a shaved head and a fit body with some tattoos. There was the rose on his left pec and more colourful tats on both arms and legs. If this was the United States I'd bet people would be be checking their wallets, but here in grey, dull Glasgow he was exotic. He smiled at me, "hey chico, wanna suck on this". I took my bag and jacket off and walked over to him, "hi Pedro", I said "your pictures don't do you justice". He smiled, took a drag and then pulled me by my shirt-front and kissed me, giving me a blowback from the joint as he did. "It's all yours boy, enjoy the ride" and pulled me down to his cock. Pedro's cock was darker the rest of him and his black pubes were kept trim but were still a bit curly. Kneeling in front of the bed I held his growing cock and started to rhythmically stroke it to full hardness while I got my shirt off with the other hand. I licked the velvety skin of the shaft and took his cock head in my mouth. I only started with the first third of his cock and my mouth felt almost full. His cock was thick, a bit salty and juicy, with a long foreskin I played with a little as I pulled him into a better position. As I started to tug at my jeans Pedro said "Don't be in a hurry boy", and started rubbing my face against his cock, "now show me those cock-sucking skills I've heard about". His cock was getting longer and harder in my hand and mouth, sticking out with a curve to the right. I smelled his clean but strong scent -I fucking love a good sweaty guy! I started to move my head down him. As we got into it, I made my signature move - when you put the tip of your tongue up to the roof of your mouth (like when you say the letter L) and hold it firm while the cock moves back up to push past it in your mouth. Then as it breaks past the tongue, the tongue is quickly slid underneath the shaft - rinse and repeat. Pedro was loving it "Aw yeah chico, do more of that!" I gripped his brown ass and licked a finger to rub his hole, but Pedro said "no dude, I ain't gay for that kinda shit". "Oh great" I thought, "another closet case", but the dick was right - it just fit beautifully in my mouth, soft and firm, pumping in and out. My mouth, his dick - they were like custom designed for each other. I got into a rhythm with Pedro, with him moving his hips as his cock-head increased pace and started pummelling the back of my throat. I took ages slurping and sucking his cock, occasionally licking his taint and balls - this Spaniard was loving the attention, but wouldn't let me rim him. I'd take little breaks to swallow all the extra spit that had built up and one of these Pedro passed me the spliff again. "Up on the bed chico" he said, and started to help me out of my trousers. At this stage the effect of the joint was making me more relaxed and sensual. I shucked off my trousers and shoes and grabbed Pedro and kissed him passionately, tongues battling it out and invading eachother's mouths. "Thank fuck he's got no hang-ups about kissing" I thought to myself, and revised my notions about him being an "MSM" (straight men who lie to themselves that shagging men doesn't make them gay or bi) and thought he was just a top who knew what he wants. Much better. I tasted something acrid in his mouth, and pulled off him to say "what have you been drinking? Window cleaner?" He smirked at me, "close", he said, "you had G before?" I'd heard of G but never tried it. I knew it was easy to overdose on it so I shook my head, "maybe later" I replied. He kissed me down my chest, stopped at my briefs to pull out my semi-hard cock and gave me a few cursory welcoming licks, but as a consumate bottom I knew what he was looking for and twisted myself round to put my ass on display. My ass is pretty fucking beautiful if I do say so myself. All my climbing work has given me a firm white ass with a bright pink pucker I keep shaved. As he inched my underwear off and I spread my cheeks I heard an intake of breath "Dios mio, what a fucking culo" I turned my head to see Pedro taking in my "rear-view". He dove in to my ass with his mouth. Lappping and sucking. He did stuff to me that I can't quite describe and I wish I'd asked him later so I could improve my own technique - but fuck yeah he was good. He used his tongue in a way it felt like his tongue was fucking me but also knew just the right amount of finger to mix in with the rimming. "Mmm, oh chico, this ass is art! You should become an ass-fucking-model. He made those photographer "frames" with his thumbs and index fingers jokingly and then said "this china-white ass deserves a photo!" I quipped "as long as my face isn't in it, I'm game". Pedro looked at me with a devilish smirk, cock at full attention, while rummaging around his room for a camera, "what else are you game for, china-white chico?" Now I'm not naive by a long shot, and I know that in Scotland and the rest of the UK at least "China-white" used to be a term for cocaine, there was a club in London named it as well, so when Pedro pulls out a giant bag of white powder with his camera and places it on the tablestand, I try to just wryly raise an eyebrow - who knows maybe I came across suave and worldly, maybe I looked like I had a facial-tick. I was pretty stoned by then and so was Pedro. This was a huge bag of coke - we're talking at least 500 grammes - like the stuff you see on television, not in a two-bed apartment in Glasgow. I half-expected some officer to magically appear with a knife to cut the bag and rub some on their teeth. "That's a lot of coke Pedro" I said, as levelly as possible. "No shit chico, and I want to snort some china-white off that china-white as of yours" he said with a gleam in his eye. It was about then that I realised his pupils were fully dilated. I laughed "you've been sampling this a bit already, haven't you?". He just laughed too, and brought out a tray and poured out a bit and started crushing it and making it into lines with a credit card. As he took out a plastic straw and cut two short lengths, I knew then I was going to be snorting coke for the first time. He looked up at me and said, "you game China-white?" There was a clock on the wall and it was reading 4.20 (I took a drag of the spliff) and I asked, "Pedro, you can do it, but I've to meet my landlord at 7. How long does coke last?". Pedro immediately realised I was a coke-virgin and bringing over the tray said "don't worry Stuart, it'll be just a mild buzz like coffee by that time". Lying bastard.

I've lost track of how many times I've been asked if I'm clean in the midst of fucking. Maybe it's just me, but if you're truly concerned, don't you think it might be best to ask before you're in balls deep? And let's be realistic, tests only prove that you were STI free or negative at the moment of testing.

It was a Tuesday at Clubhouse II. They call it leather night, although I didn't see very many men wearing leather. This time my room was in the back hall corner. I started by popping a couple Xanax and having a stiff drink, just to loosen up. The first guy came over from the room next to mine. He sucked my cock and licked my asshole a bit. Then I sucked him, finding his cock to be somewhat small. Now, my cock is only about six and one-half inches, but I need my tops to be seven inches or more. If a cock is six and one-half inches and REEEAAAAL thick I might the top fuck me, but this guy didn’t measure-up, so I gave him the 'just got here' routine. Yeah, I know it was bad form. Guess I need to be punished. I opened my door and lay on my stomach on the bed, with my ass facing the door, a pillow under my crotch. I have been successful with this position in earlier visits to the bathhouse, and hoped I would again. Bingo - it worked again. The first guy was kinda chubby, but I didn't care if a top was a bit overweight - if only 'cause I'm not perfect, but this guy was more than a couple pounds. Still, I was so horny by this time I let him try to pry open my tight hole. After he got his cock in I realized that his cock didn't look as big because his belly was hiding a little bit of his cock. He felt about seven inches and THICK! He fucked me on my knees for ten minutes or so, all the time making virtually no noise, while I spurred him on saying "C,mon, fill my asshole with your hot cum...fuck my hole and seed me." Thinking he was not gonna seed me, I was getting ready to boot him out, but as I tried to pull off his cock he grabbed my hips exclaiming "Fuck no!" He started to fuck me fast and I could feel his cock get thicker...slam! He blew a huge fuckin’ load in my hole. As he slipped his cock out, I felt my now-loosened hole with my fingers and felt gobs of cum oozing out. Now I was getting warmed up. After a good fuck I usually have a drink, so, having brought a bottle of rum and a bottle of coke, I made myself a drink and down it. I've found a drink or two keep me flying since I don't use narcotics. Part of me wouldn't mind if a sneaky top slid me something to make me a total whore, but with my job I cannot do drugs. Anyway, I opened the door again and as soon as I put my asshole in the air, two big fingers began feeling me up. Damn, it was hot. The guy climbed up on the bed and inserted his thick eight-inch cock in my ass, fucking me as if he hadn't had a piece in months. A few minutes into the fuck, a beautiful thick six-inch or so cock appeared in front of my face. Of course I obliged by swallowing his pole. After few minutes or so, all the while being pounded, the guy I was blowing asked "Where do you want it?" Well, I had made up my mind that night I was going all out and getting as much come as I could. Shit, I had driven two hours from Ft. Myers to Ft. Lauderdale, a trip I hated to make, so I had to make the most of the effort. I looked up at the guy and answered "Shoot in my mouth, man.” He stuck the head back in my open mouth and unloaded a huge wad of cum, which I savored for a minute with my tongue, but I had to swallow or risk losing some, as my mouth was full of his salty spunk. About the same time, the guy in my ass shot his load in my hole. He kept pumping, but I wiggled-out, saying I needed to hit the john. He looked disappointed, so I told him I'd be back shortly. I returned to my room, took my usual ass-in-the-air position, and, within a few I felt a hand on my ass. I reached back to do my usual sneak-preview, only to realize he had already removed his towel, and was standing there stark naked with a nice big, eight and one-half inch hard on. He moved around, and offered me the opportunity to blow him. It was beautiful, uncut and Latino, and he was very receptive to my efforts - the precum was flowing and his balls beginning their ascent. Fortunately, he wanted more than a blow job, because, without the necessity that I take the lead, he quickly enough moved to the foot of the bed, and eased his thick cock in my ass until it was filled my guts. That's it. That's when I know that I am giving myself to my top. I will NEVER say pull out. My ass is yours to fuck and fill. Give me that white hot salty sperm...that is reason for being. That is why I am here...in this sleazy bathhouse getting fucked bareback by whoever wants to seed and breed me. I am not going to look at your face. I don't want to. I am a slave to your cock. So the Latino guy fucked me, pulling out to ask "Where do you want my load?" “Wherever you want to put it baby.” He walked up next to me and beat his cock off in front of my mouth, teasing me. Damn I wanted his load. I extended my tongue and let him rest his swollen purple cock head there while he stroked his thick shaft. About this time I felt another cock entering my ass. I was in pig-slut- bottom-heaven. The Latino, meanwhile, grunted and shot his load. He didn't shove his cock in my mouth, but rather held it an inch or so away. He must have had a couple of days’ worth built-up in his balls, because the cum shot right into my mouth. The thought also flashed-through my mind that he was probably poz, and did not want to blow a toxic load up an anonymous ass. Whatever the case, I grabbed his ass and pulled that big, uncut, spasming cock into my mouth and swallowed all of his cum. Meanwhile the guy in my ass was so turned on he in turn, blew his load, filling my asshole with his cum. He must have gotten his load on the far side of my sphincter because when he pulled out, it felt like there was still a cock real deep in there. That was hot. He kissed my ass cheek and walked out, to be followed by the Latino. I kept hitting the poppers and figured somebody would want to use my cummy asshole. To attract visitors, I did one of my ass-tricks. While kneeling, I bent over and peaked between my thighs, looking for guys checking-out my ass. Then I can pucker my hole, moan or generally signal my interest. Whatever it takes to get that cock in my room and in my asshole. Sure enough the next guy who entered my room stepped through the doorway by way of introduction saying simply "Nice ass," as he rubbed and probed my hole. He smelled of cologne and booze. I got the impression he had just left a bar and came by the bathhouse because he was horny. I got off the bed and, kneeling on the floor, took his cock in my mouth. It was about seven inches or so, average thickness, but a big round head. I guess he was probably 25 or so. I think he was tweaked a little because when I got back on the mattress on my knees, he sunk his cock into my hole and started moaning. A little bit weird, but hey, he was hard, and that was all that I was concerned about. T hen another guy came in, somewhat older from the looks of it, dropped his towel, and presented a beautiful eight inch cock for me to suck. That's the best part of sex: the first sight of a nice thick piece of meat, the first salty taste of precum, and the knowledge he may well end-up blowing his load in your hole. Damn! I started to suck the eight-inch cock, while the younger guy kept moaning and fucking my hole; soon enough, the younger guy asked if I wanted his load, to which I replied “yeah.” He promptly flooded my intestines with his big load of sperm. Commenting I was a great fuck, he pulled out only to have the eight-inch cock take his place and begin the process all over. About then, another cock presented itself for my attention. As I began to blow it, I saw in the mirror two shadowy guys standing in the doorway, rubbing of the men massaging his cock through his towel. The thought 'fresh meat' crossed my mind as I turned my attentions to the task-at- hand.

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

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!

Next month, I will celebrate 40 years as a total, devout and unapologetic barebacker. I'm one who didn't get through that period unscathed, but being POZ has never defined me. Some may question my recklessness, but I've always lived my life on my own terms and I regret nothing.

Thanks for the follow, sexy!

My regular married guy just left, took his early morning fuck on his way to work. He tells me when he's getting close. Sometimes like today I could feel his hot load shooting inside and felt a warm burning inside. Holding onto it all day where it belongs.

Thx 4 the follow

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.

This morning...was on A4A cruising for some cock and a guy who has fucked me before was online and looking as well...he hits me up and ask me if I needed poppered ass fucked...my response as always was yes...I haven't been fucked in about 6 weeks and was in need.... so I grabbed my poppers out of my desk and headed to his place. On my way he texts me and says hey you ok with another bi married guy joining us....DUH, of course 2 cocks ....I found myself driving faster...he responds "Great, we'll play safe today cuz I am not sure he is into BB sex".... disappointed I agreed, 2 cocks wrapped is better than none at all. i arrive and the "other" guy was already there and my FB was on his knees suckin his nice uncut cock, nothing huge about 6" but had a nice girth to it and UNCUT....I stripped kneel in front of both, hit my poppers in each nostril, then hard huff through my mouth and dove in on both cocks....both uncut and leaking delicious precum. My FB is 8" uncut and thick, that is what attracted me to him to begin with, multiple times he has made me cum by just stretching my hole and hitting my prostate. I continue sucking as both men pinch my nipples...I am rock hard...I stand and say I need fucked...my FB says " get on all fours and arch that back"... I do as I am told, the other guy gets in front of me and I begin licking his shaft from tip to balls, taking him till my face is buried in his pubes...my FB starts teasing my hole with his cock....lubing my hole with precum and KY....I hit my poppers again and reach back to assist him into me as I am slobbering all over the other guys cock...I notice there is no condom....I am loving it...bare cock in both ends...as I said it has been 6 weeks since I had been fucked and he was having trouble getting it all in...the other guys withdraws from my mouth and gets up to go back and hold my ass cheeks apart and watch "I like seeing his cock stretch your hole" as my hole loosened and I started fucking his cock back...the other guy moved back to my mouth...he gets very verbal talking about my FB breeding my hole, take that cock and cum....I am deep throating him while getting my hole stretched good.....the guy in my mouth swells and rope after rope of thick load shoots down my throat....I swallow it all he quickly hops up , says I gotta get back to work...I look back at my FB with cum running down my chin and said "don't you dare fuckin stop" he picks up his pace as I slam my ass back him...as the other guy walks out of his room, my FB grabs my shoulders and pulls me onto him as far as I can go and unloads deep inside my ass.....he stays there until is softens and plops out...I have cum dripping from my chin and running down my inner thigh.... what a great lunch break....nothing like being stuffed at both ends and getting a load in each.....my FB texts me a little later and says the "other" guy wants my ass first next time!!!!

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...

Yes. I'll usually drink from the condom. Or I'll save the condom and use it as lube for the next guy. That happens a lot. Have a London fuck buddy that always asks me to save the used condoms so he can use it as cum. He either wants me to have some loads in me before he fucks me. Or wants some used condoms to use.

I think the moderators should add Planet Romeo to their list of hookup sites. The list is VERY North American centric. I often work around Europe and Planet Romeo is my goto site and app. the have several Poz for Neg clubs and a ton of local bareback clubs. Its been the best bareback hookup site/app for Europe for me. Hands down.

I have a bunch of large and XL beast toys from bad dragon. The best method for training your hole for size is to 1) make sure it is getting used every single day or close to it. The more he muscles are used in that manner the more pliable they become and stay; and 2) Inflatable dildoes and butt plugs are ideal for stretching and training your hole. Dildoes come in fixed sizes and conquering onesize doesn't mean you can take the next bigger one. Inflatables help transition and train your hole to stretch from one size to the next and to the next. It is awesome to have a hole that can take super thick thick toys (like the fat 11" circumference knot on the bad-dragon Fenrir toy) and as I continue to train for depth, I able to enjoy about 2/3 of the 16 x 8.5" stallion cock called Chance.

^i also agree with this also. if i met a nice man who wanted me to bareback him and fuck him everyday exclusively, i don't think it'd be difficult to work out me cumming in his ass at all. but i definitely can't do it with any random stranger. getting sucked off is different, but not from fucking though.

If you were in one of those tough men's prisons you would get gangraped every day.

Took a total of 11 loads so far this week. One regular fuck bud the rest were anon at various parks, cars and bookstores. About to get pumped again. Alao stealth bred two neg young guys (under 22)

gang fucked at the Flamingo resort last night all BB lost count of how many loads, dont ask dont tell never pull out

That's my sexy new Daddy.

Part 2 So here I stand, naked and so high my pussy is throbbing and dripping wet. I realize that I'm beyond fucked up (which is awesome) so I had to lay down on the bed because my balance was off and my vision was blurry. Daddy then grabs me, pulls me off the bed, and starts to slap me around and tell me what a little light weight bitch I was. He proceeds to turn me around, forces me onto the bed, spreads my legs, and begins to shove booty bump after booty bump into my aching hole. I can feel my pussy getting hot and it's now dripping down my leg. At this point, I'm not in control. I feel so good, so electric, but started getting tunnel vision and I'm writhing on the bed. By this point I've realized I just need to go with it and be a complete whore and give up all control to Daddy because he knows best. So I reach over grab the plate and do another line....ooohhh yeah. Daddy then begins the process of gearing up in his leather, chest harness, arm bands, etc, but the best part was that he pulls on a filthy, yellow stained jock. I sit up as best I can and lean over and push my face into the pouch. I can't even begin to describe how wonderful it smelled, it was a mixture of old strong chem piss, dirty cock, and his normal manly musk, all concentrated in a single place and my face was buried it it. I couldn't have been happier, until he pulls out his hard cock and drops a line right on it. I realize holy shit...he owns me, I have no control here. I snort the line off his cock and then stick his dick in my mouth to clean Daddy's fuck stick off, taking it all the way to the base, with my tongue resting under his balls, gently licking them, all the while keeping our eyes locked. I'm so fuzzy right now...I'm scared, exhilarated, confused, but then Daddy took control and made me feel better. That only lasted a minute. He starts to slap my face again hard, spits on me and tells me I'm not yet worthy to be in his Master's presence. Here is where the real fun begins.

Mine was with my BF at the time. We had been playing around in the shower, and he just let it flow. Once it started I thought, lets try it, put my mouth around it and have not stopped since..

Ozpig, If you have a chance, read my posts about the 2 bb sex parties held each month at Club120 in Toronto. Your hole would be fucked for sure in public and at the newly installed fuckwall. Cheers!

Monday night a friend of mine was visiting and we decided to go to our local leather bar in Fort Lauderdale. Now, I am a cumwhore and he is a top, and he loves watching me being bred and occasionally he will fuck my holes. There wasn't much action at the bar but each of us received a blow job, after which we decided to cruise the streets. We found a play space, but the only guy there was a homeless dude who was walking down the street, pausing nearby. "I'm gonna get his dirty juice up my ass," I told my friend as I approached the dude, flashing him with my butt. We didn't exchange a word but rather I simply gestured to an isolated location where we would await him. He follows us, and as he approached, I dropped my pants, assuming he would want to fuck me right away but instead, while my friend was jerking off, the dude pushed me down on his rank dick, making me give it a tongue bath. Then he commanded "Give me your hole." I complied. A few minutes later he planted his nasty seed in my hole as I begged to get loaded-up. "I'm off my meds," he remarked as he shot his huge load into my ass. Afterwards my friend and I visited the bathhouse for more anonymous loads, and at the bathhouse many guys breed me. One of the guys commented I was bleeding a bit, and the sight made him even hornier. He fucked my brains out. My total load count that night was 12. Now I need more.

* continued "that's her, the cum slut? Oh wow...." I hear that and know its my cue, I start to wiggle my little ass and gyrate my hips as if my life depended on having multiple Hard Cocks sliding in & out of my Cock Slot. And at this moment, nothing seemed more true!!! I halfway glanced over my shoulder and, oh boy, was pleased with what I saw! This new fella pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket and threw them down on David's desk as he kept walking towards me. "Take care of that would you please sir, while I take care of this" he said to David reaching out to rub my still Cummy hole. At his touch I arched back spreading my legs more, opening my hole, releasing some of the Cum deposited in me earlier! "You weren't kidding about a Cum Slut, were you!" he exclaimed.... To which I opened up even more for him! As more Cum flowed from my hole David asked, "do you want this now, or should I hang on to it?" holding up a Fat Sack. "Right here please sir!" my new friend said. "I'm Sam little Miss Cum Hole, we are going to have us a time!" I just squealed and opened my legs even farther, as I heard him doing something with the bag David had handed him. The next thing I know I feel a finger then two in my hole; and then a burning sensation... Mmmm, booty bump! I don't know how much he put in me; but it kept burning a little for some time. I hear Sam's zipper and then feel a hunk of Cock Meat slapping against my hungry hole. Now I am backing up as if I won't make it another minute without Hard Cock in me!!! As he starts teasing me with his, at least 9" Cock, I hear the door again... "Alright we're just in time! Oh and David, I hope its cool; there's four more cars coming!" David starts to speak, but the new guy cuts him off; "yes you know all of them, and none of them owe you!" David just says, "well ok, then make yourself at home?" The new guy nods hands David some cash saying "please sir?" as he walks around in front of me pulling out a semi hard Cock and offers it to me. I lick my lips, look up at him, and ask; "for me?" as I swallow him whole! Then behind me Sam says, "hell I'm just teasing myself now!" and slides his entire length in my hungry, hungry Cock Hole.... * to be continued

Been there on a few occasions. While I enjoy the atmosphere, and have found action anytime of year (they used to have outdoor heaters, and in the winter people just play inside) I do sometimes find the way the guys there flock and herd around the action a little annoying. That being said, I've definitely taken advantage of that more than once.

This happened in my early 20's, so the guy was technically my ex Vice Principal. But it was still hot! The town I grew up in was a smallish suburb of a smallish midwestern city. It was the kind of town where everyone sort of knew, or knew of, everyone else. Anyway, I was back visiting my folks from Grad school, but I needed an escape one evening. And by escape, I mean some anonymous sex at the dirty bookstore. This bookstore was NOT in my hometown, but it was in the rougher area of the nearby city. So I made some wxcuse about merting some buddies, hopped in my car and headed down for some cruising. The place was fairly dead when I arrived. Only a few old queens loitering and chatting a bit. I wandered around until I found a gloryhole booth and I made myself comfortable. A few men wandered into the adjacent booth (probably those loitering queens) and I sucked them off. Hey, I was horny and cum hungry, okay? Besides, there wasn't much to choose from. Anyway, it was getting later And I was just about to leave when I hear the door of the next booth open then lock. I squatted down and peeped through the hole. I saw a pair of khakis with a decent bulge. So I did the universal "I'll suck you" sign of rubbing my finger along the hole. Stout a minute later this nice 7.5 inch cock pokes through the hole. It's got a big, dark purple mushroom head, and the thing is so fucking hard that the skin is shiny. I immediately take the head into my mouth and start gently working it with my tongue. Eventually I'm deep throating him and my nose is bumping into a full, ginger bush. I do love Gingers! The guy suddenly pulls out of my mouth and away from the hole. Then I see his finger motion for MY cock. I was really turned on at this point and figured "what the fuck". So I pushed my thick, precum dripping 6.5" cock through the hole. He played with it for awhile with his hands, then suddenly I felt that warm wetness envelop my cock. I hadn't had a good bj in ages and like I said, I was really horny. So it didn't take me long. I thought about pulling out and saving my load for later, but it was feeling good enough that I wanted to cum in this dude's mouth. Plus, I can always make more-- right? I didn't give the dude any warning-- I didn't want him pulling off and jacking me. I just waited until he was nose to pubes and then I shot. And I shot a LOT! I hear a choke/gag noise from the other side of the wall, but the guy did well. He took the load and swallowed. I pulled out and bent down to look through the hole. His cock was still rock hard so I whispered huskily "Now it's your turn." He thrust back through the hole and I started sucking again-- but all the while I wanted that purple headed monster in my ass. So, I got his cock good and slobbery, held onto it and stroked it a bit while I stood up and turned around. I started backing up onto his meat when suddenly it withdraws through the hole again. I'd freaked him out, evidently. So I put my mouth down by the hole and whispered again "Man, I really want your dick in my ass!" I can see he's stroking his dick-- he's thinking about it. I stand up an make a few more motions with my finger through the hole. And about a minute later his dick reappears. I spit in my hand, lube my crack, then slobber on his cock some More. This time, ad I back onto his dick, the head pops through my assring, and my ass slides all the way to the wall. I hear a deep groan from the other side of the wall, and I know he's liking it. I slide forward and back a few times, until I feel his hips start to take up the fuck rhythm. Then I just pressed my ass all the way back to the gloryhole and let him have at it. The thin, plywood wall is creaking and popping with every thrust, and it's all I can do to keep my balance. I press hard on the opposite wall to keep my ass in place while it's getting used. Mr Ginger picks up tempo and incan tell he's getting close. Plus, he starts letting out this, low "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr--aaaahhhHHHHHH!" which crescendos to a full shout. He has his dick buried deep and I feel that purple helmet pulsing in my guts. So fucking hot. I reach back, grab his cumslick dick, slide off him, then quickly dropped to suck his still twitching Cock clean. He pulls slowly back to his side, and I can see him start to put his junk away. And even though I know it's sort of improper etiquette to leave at the same time, I really wanted to see what the stud who bred my ass and swallowed my load looked like. I wait to hear his door open and I opened mine too-- only to find myself face to face with my old, married, high school Vice Principal (and on my parent's bowling team). Fuck. "Mr. VanderKemp," I stuttered. He just looked at me, sort of pale and with a look of horror on his face. I took pity on the guy and said, "Sir- don't worry. I won't tell my parents if YOU won't.". And then I winked at him, patted his crotch, and left the bookstore. I saw Mr Vanderkemp a few more times when I was back in town- but it was always in innocent settings. But that never stopped me from catching his eye and winking at him-- just to watch him blush. ,