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Excited to be attending a huge sex party this weekend with over 70 guys already confirmed. Looking forward to heavy sexual livestock level use yet again as i add to my already engorged 2017 partner count. This will be the third major group use in 6 weeks. Loose and loving it!!!!

(Fiction) Till a few weeks ago, I hardly knew what how a man arms felt, let alone sex. I had been lretty closeted and felt that I was straight for 20 years until i found out that i got attracted to men more and more. I finally realised that i was bisexual but more gay than straight. My road to being attracted to cocks started from fascinating how a woman suck a dick and how she loves eating that slimy nectar from the juicy meat that spews it. With each new video and story i began to be spellbounded to cocks until one day i realised i was getting off on full blown gay pornos but hardly on straight. My desire for cock grew more and more until one day i watch a monster with a scorpion tattoo spew poison inside a hole. That got me off a lot. I kept re-watching it again and again fantasizing myself in that position. Being a 20 year old i full well knew the repercussions of being fucked by a hot rod with poison nectar. Then one day stumbled across this website and i found how people relish in the thought of getting infected which kind of made me horny. I kept continuing reading each story and each day i longed for poz cock, so much more that I couldn't have a hard on if it was not a poz cock story. So I finally decided to start of myself getting fucked by a cock as my curiousity got the better of me. I downloaded Grindr and Planet Romeo and searching for people. It was scary at what would happen if my relatives were to find out accidentally while i chatted with guys and had phone sex randomly. One day as i was filtering through an app, i got a message with a usual hi, i replied back similarly. He asked "How are you?" Me: Fine, u?? He: I m fine. So whats the plan for the weekend? Me: U know, the same boring staying home. He: If u don't mind, how about a drink at XYZ bar, Friday night?? We can chat up. Me: I m not sure. I hardly know u. He: I m not going to bite. Tell u what, dinner and drinks on me. We will just have a nice conversation. *Sends a semi naked photo of himself with jeans on* "Damn!!" I thought "This guy is hot. Wouldn't hurt to meet him". So to which I said yes and made the arrrangements. Come weekend, we met at the bar and this guy was hot at a height of 5 ft 10 inch, probably at mid thirties while i m a slim short guy at 5ft 5 inch whom guys called pretty cute. We had a pretty nice convo on what we do and where we r from and after a few many drinks the alcohol hits me, i get horny and started checking him out. To which he takes perfect advantage by saying the most sleaziest line "Buddy, u seem hammered. Why don't we take u home. U can sit on my lap there, and we'll talk about the first thing that pops up?" To which i said "I m curious enough to talk about anything". We hurriedly go over to his house and as soon as his door closes, he pulls me in his powerful arms and french kisses me deep. His tongue ravishing through my mouth deep into my throat, his saliva running down my lips as i embrace his . His short stubble carresing and pleasantly tingling my baby face. I definitely knew i had to have him. His hands carresses through my clothes removing my shirt as he keeps on kissing my lips and sucking my neck, loosening my belt. I felt my stomach flutter as he rush his hands though my underwear to my 5 inch raging hard cock. He breaks away and removes his shirt and i gaze at hus physique. He was definitely hot, not hairy but sculpted. He starts sucking my nipples as i moan at the touch of his hand slowing jacking my cock. He then suggests to move into the bedroom. When we do, he loses his belt and asks me to uncage his monster. I unbuckle his pants and u derwear and drop em. What i gaze upon was a beautiful 8 inch cock as thick as a rod fully raging hard an unmasted. I begin to drool at this piece of art. He pushes down on my shoulders to my knees where i face his majesty hair breadth away from my wet lips.I noticed a small scorpion tattoo nearhis dick. He lightly pushes on the back of my head and i give way with my tongue first savouring the hot meat. It tasted amazing. I slowly sucked on enjoying the feeling of his cock humiliating my face as i looked up deep into his eyes. He slowly started moaning. "Damn!! Where did u learn to suck cock like that?? U r a real true faggot. I love it how u cute lips look on my dick. Keep sucking like that." And he pushed my head a little more and i started gasping for air. He laughed."Don't worry, u will get used to it, here are some poppers as he whips out a small bottle that smelled odd under my nose and yold me to breathe deeply. Once i inhaled deeply, i felt really horny and sucking on his manhood vigorously trying to get the best of it with each suck, he then pushes my head onto his pubes and his cock deep in my throat and shot a ropes and ropes of thick cum i to my unsuspecting mouth. It was a mouthful. "Sorry bitch, i filled u with so cum more than u cud swallow", as cum leaked down my mouth and dripped from my chin. "Don't worry, i m a multi cummer". With that he pulls me up and kisses me and we snowball he cum. He then pushes me with my back on his bed as he keeps on kissing me and he slowly went down. I though he would suck me off back but i was surprised when he lifted my legs revealing my asshole and started reaaming me with his tongue full of his cum. I was in heaven. His tongue was amazing. He continued for a few minutes and i was in heaven. I moaned back and pushed my hips down to his face. He stopped reaming and i felt a bit sad at his tongue moving away. But it was not for long as i felt his cock slowly moving up and down my asscrack slowly teasing my cunt.I asked for a condom and he said, he ran out of it and if i wanted him to fuck it would have to be bare. I was too horny by that point to reject him. He said "Bitch, today i make u mine." And he with that he forcefully pushed his dick inside my asshole. He dick ripped apart my spinchter and i felt a sharp pain to his cock through my ass. I cried. He just with one powerful hand muffled my mouth and proceeded to fuck me rough. It was painful at the start but it started carrying out its magic immediately after. I was aggast at how can a cock perform such a miracle. I loved it and started pushing my ass on his cock more and more. "Bitch I knew u would like it faggot". I knew from the moment i saw u in the bar that u were a horny whore." It was awesome. He steamrolled my i sides and hit my prostate with each stroke. I pulled his face and we get into a deep kisses. I wanted to be his. I wanted his babies. "Bitch u seem to be having the time of ur life." "YES, FUCK ME MORE.I DON'T WANT IT TO STOP". "I ain't stopping until i get u pregnant" "I dnt care if u make me urs. I don't care if u make me pregnant.I don't even fucking care if i die now.JUST DON'T STOP FUCKING ME". "YEA!!WHORE. I WILL KILL U ALRIGHT. U WILL DIE AS I MAKE U PREGNANT WITH MY POZ BABIES". With that he started cumming inside my hole. The stream of cum seemed endless. I could feel my hole slick and wet. I shuddered at his words. "Yo.... You're Poz??". "Yeah bitch. I thought u knew when u saw my scorpion tattoo. But its too late now, my babies are already swimming side ur gut and it will incubate inside u." I was stunned, but he pulled me into a deep kiss and said "You said u didn't care if u die, I am only giving u ur wish. Ur free now." I realised its too late and knew his babies were already working inside of me slowly eating at me and making me his. Although I was shocked, a part of me felt weirdly happy that such a hot guy made me his. I would be his bitch and I would carry his DNA inside me. I pulled him for another kiss and said "I haven't cum yet. U gonna leave me like this??" "Haha...u filthy whore. I knew u would not be satisfied with that, so while we coming down here i called a few of my poz buddies saying that a whore needed breeding. They r probably here and watching". I then look around to see 5 guys with huge dicks stroking their cocks waiting for their turn to fill me in. Looks like this weekend i would not only get pregnant from this hot guys but will have other's babies too. I had the hootest weekend with the 5 guys fucking me day and night and feesing me cum at both ends. I felt fulfilled. A couole of weeks later, i got down with a very bad fever. I got myself tested and found out that i an HIV +. I called up the guy and give him the news. He said " U lucky guy. Looks like ur wish is coming true. U r going to die slowly. Get ur ass over here so that i can help u with that." I rush over to hus place and he fucked me straight for 2 hours. A few days later I moved into him and ever since, he and his friends come over and keep fucking me, keep me on a leash with a collar written faggot on it.I am loving every moment of it and m sure I will let him fuck me and whore me out till i breath my last.

Every once in a while I get extra-horny and post for anonymous tops on Craigslist with the subject, "No condom, no pulling out." It rarely gets any interest, maybe one guy who might be serious or might not - I find guys are more inclined to fuck bareback if it hasn't been discussed or mentioned as an expectation up front. Somehow amid the clouds and sun of a Saturday afternoon, I got not one but three responses. The first guy who answered informed me that he had a top friend and they were looking for a bottom to use together. Needless to say, I sent my info, he told me when they could arrive, and went in the bathroom to prep myself while they were en route. As I was getting ready, I continued to check email and got the other two responses. I wrote back to each guy with my address, telling them that I had two others coming over, so they should just show up and I'd leave the front door open so they could just walk in. One wrote back "OK" but the other was silent, something I usually take to mean that he's going to flake and not show (I hate when they do that after you give them your address!). After about 20 minutes, the first pair arrived, and they didn't disappoint! I let them in, made sure the front door was unlocked, and led them into the living room where I stripped and got down on all fours on the floor and took some huge hits from my brown bottle. They wasted no time in peeling off their clothes and almost immediately I had a thick 8-inch shaft plunging down my throat. I couldn't breathe, I was gagging and drooling all over the place, but I was in heaven! I didn't know where the other guy was until I felt his hands roaming over my ass, fingering my already-lubed hole, and giving me the occasional smack as his friend fucked my throat. The cock in my throat got noticeably harder before its owner withdrew it and moved behind me. I had only a moment to take another hit of poppers before it was replaced by an even bigger shaft, this one at least 9 inches but not quite as thick. This second guy slid into my mouth and down my willing throat in one smooth motion, continuing where his friend had left off. While he did that, I felt the head of the first guy's cock pushing at my hole, and I pushed back a little in order to accommodate him. His cock was slick with my deep throat juices, and he groaned as he slid in balls-deep and began thrusting. As I was stuffed with cock from both ends, I heard the front door open. In walked not one but both of the other guys I had heard from! Talk about timing, they had pulled into my place at the same time. They quickly stripped, being careful not to mix clothes, shoes and phones with the other guys. On seeing these two newcomers, the guy in my throat stood up, and I knelt upright being careful not to dislodge his friend's thick cock, which continued to pound my hole mercilessly. He did this, I saw, to free up both of my hands so that in no time, I was stroking the two new guys, one with each hand, while the first guys continued their assaults on my throat and ass. I have had trains of more guys over the course of a few hours, but never in my life have I had four cocks using me at the exact same time! The guy in my ass finally grabbed my hips and gave a mighty thrust and held it, planting his seed deep inside me. I was disappointed when he slid out, but his friend pulled out of my throat and took his place behind me. His cock in turn was replaced in my throat by one of the newcomers, both of whom I was happy to see had nice seven-inchers. The one entering my throat was thick and uncut, and drooling precum before it even hit my poppered-up lips. And that's how it went for almost an hour this afternoon as I served each cock in turn with my mouth and then my ass. True to my post, each guy fucked my throat and then my ass with no condom, and all added their loads to my stretched out (and now dripping!) hole. I'm siting here with their brew running out of me, typing this and thinking that maybe I'll post again tonight, and maybe add a BBRT ad to the mix to see what additional trouble I can get into!

Yesterday I asked which one of 5 guys you might want to take home to meet Mom. Oh dear ... you lot are just a sleazy bunch of sexual animals ... with a lot of you saying you wanted them all. Mind you I'm not at all surprised! So, today we have to decide who we're going to travel with. Five more guys to choose from, including the mechanic, but maybe don't be too greedy this time ...

(late 90's) I look back now and wished I'd taken better advantage of my youth. I was in my 20's and did absolutely nothing social. I was creative if you gave me a pen and paper but if you plopped me down in a gathering of friends, I was quiet and boring. The only contact I had with other people was at work or with my friend Troy. I only had a friendship with him because he'd foisted it upon me. He lived on the same floor of the my apartment building and absolutely refused to be ignored. He was flamboyantly gay and figured out I was closeted pretty early on. We forced me to interact with him no matter how cold my attitude was. I started to like him. No sexual attraction at all, but he had a good heart. He was throwing himself a birthday party at a club downtown, and not going was out of the question. I'd never been to a gay bar before, but there was just no way out of it. So on that Friday bight, I dressed up a little and went to this place called "Jax". I hated it at first. Everybody knew each other and everybody was having fun. I almost walked right back out, but Troy had already seen me. I was the first of his guests to arrive. I walked over to where he was sitting and sat across from him. "No.No. Sit next to me. Be my arm candy. This has always been my favorite table because you can see everyone that walks in. You're early. God! You really don't know anything, do you? Never come early or right on time to a party, Les! The bartender is delivering a pitcher of beer and some shots. I was going to drink it all as a warm-up, but I'll share." "Happy birthday, Troy." "Thank you, Sweetie. Than you for the card as well. Nobody sends birthday cards anymore...the only ones I got were from you and my mom." The club was starting to fill up, but only about three more of his invitees came. We all sat on the same side of the table because Troy didn't want anybody blocking his view of the action. We drank a lot. I wasn't really used to alcohol but had a high tolerance for it somehow. Metabolism? Anyway, the party was pretty much a bust. The other "friends" blew kisses and left for other hot spots. I stayed because I figured my friend would be too wasted to get himself home. "Dumb queens. Who needs 'em? Thank you for staying, Les. I know how much you hate it here, Means a lot." And then a small group of guy in robes and pajamas blustered through the front door. Weird. "Ugh. Another pajama party. Those are getting way too common these days. Oh God, that bald guy is carrying a teddy bear. Look." "What do they do at a pajama party?" "They all go club to club in their PJ's and then back to somebody's place to have a group fuck or something. I refuse to go to one. I sleep in the buff anyway. Oh no!" "What?" "The Ripper is among them." "The what? Who?" "See that guy with the curly reddish-brown hair and beard? The really tall one? That's The Ripper." "Why is he called that?" "It fits. You take him to your place and he rips your rectum and then rips your valuables. Rips condoms. Rips you completely." "He looks harmless." "Oh God, Les, Don't even get curious. I shouldn't have said anything." "Why?" "Because you're an innocent oddball who's a prime target for people like him. You are his type." "But I don't even have any valuables." "You have your health and your life. He's got the recipe." 'The Recipe' was the his code for HIV. ""How do know all this?" "Darling, I know everyone in this town. I see all. Be right back...I'm going to find a nice normal guy for you. Stay here." He left. I immediately looked over at Ripper only to find he was already looking at me. Shit! This is why I never socialized...too many landmines. He was kind of handsome, though. Troy came with more shots, a stack of napkins and a pen. "I saw you look over there. Stop. Have a drink and draw me some cartoons." I was an amateur cartoonist and liked to draw for other people. I wasn't published. I drew really raunchy 'toons that I knew Troy would like. I liked making him laugh. We had more drinks and more fun. Every time I glanced over at Ripper, he was still looking at me. "I saw that, Les. Stop. Keep drawing. Oh look! Here's Barry!" One of Troy's friends had shown up late for the party. They exchanged hugs and kisses...which got more intimate. They were both drunk. They full on made out right there at the table. "Barry and I are going to dance now, Stay put and keep drawing. I'll be back." But he never came back. He had vanished. Well, good for him. He was going to get a birthday fuck. Oh well. I had drank so much, but didn't feel intoxicated. Maybe it was my Scottish ancestry. I should probably go too, but the presence of Ripper kept me in my chair. Most of his little PJ party had moved on, leaving him all alone. I looked at him again and smiled. He returned the smile and nodded. Landmine. The bartender came by and asked if I needed anything. I ordered two vodka tonics because I didn't want him thinking I was by myself. I put one of them about a foot away from me in order to keep up the illusion I wasn't a single loser. Ripper was alone now. What a weird thing to see a grown man in his pajamas siting alone. I should go say 'hi' or something. I downed the first drink and shamelessly grabbed the seconf, trying to decide what I should do. I didn't have to. He came over to me and plopped a teddy bear right in front of me. "Hi. This guy needs a new home. My friend Josh left this behind. Can I sit?" "Thanks. Yes. Absolutely.' "I'm Craig, What happened to your friend?" Hi Craig. I'm Les. I think my buddy got lucky. Can I buy you a drink?" "Sure, Wow. You've been sucking down the booze all night...are you sure you want any more?" "I'm cold sober for whatever reason. Or maybe not. My drawing are getting a little sloppy, I'll have one more and call it a night." "You come to a beer and DRAW?? No offense, but that's weird. Can I look?" He shuffled through my cartoons and smiled. "What happened to the pajama party" "Who knows? They're all flakes. I get abandoned by those guys regularly. Its just us now. Can I sit closer to you?" I patted Troy's empty stool and he was right next to me. "So I guess your pal told you all about me." "He's a gossip, but, yeah -- he told me some stuff."' "Guys like him are the reason I can't get laid anymore. Fucker." "Any of it true." "Of course not. I just pissed off somebody once and they spread rumors to ruin me." "Sorry. It seemed dubious to me. You seem nice." "Really? Thanks. I've never seen you out before. New in town?" "No. This just isn't my scene. I hate crowds." "Well, it's not crowded now. Let's have another round and go back to my place. I wouldn't ask to go back to yours because I don't want you to think I'd rob you." But he lived way North of the city, and I didn't want to drive that far. We drank more. "I like you, Craig." Maybe the alcohol was starting to affect me. He reached over, took my hand and stuck it down the front of his pajama pants. I felt the biggest erection in the world. It was hot and a little moist. "You seem normal, but you like danger. I can tell." "Oh, hell. Everything you heard is true. I admit it. Can you admit it turned you on?" "I can." What turns you on most? That I can ruin assholes? That I sabotage condoms? That my cum is poisonous? That I'm a criminal?" "All of the above." "Good. Let's go. I promise if we go back to your place, I won't take anything that's not mine." We left and got to my apartment. He took off his slippers and t-shirt. OK. This was happening now. He waited for me to do something. I stripped. "Danger. You're in the danger zone now, boy. Lie down here on the floor." I did and he collapsed on top of me. We kissed long and hard as he humped me. I grabbed that infamous boner again. Dear Lord. "Got a condom? You realize I'll tear it off at some point, but we can pretend for a bit if you want." "Are you really HIV+?" "Oh yeah. And it's potent. No meds can make it go away. You wanted danger and now it's aimed right for your ass." He spit on his fingers and massaged two of them into my hole. "This will hurt and make you bleed like crazy. You'll have to get an area rug for this carpet." "Rip me." That set him off and shoved that thing nearly half way into me. I wanted to scream, but he held one of his huge hands over my mouth. "You're lucky that it's been so long for me. I'll cum soon. Hang on. Here's what you wanted. Ahhhh. Shittt!" I was in severe pain and could feel my ruined anus bleeding. He was done. The Ripper had completed his task. We lie there together for a minute. "Mind if I spend the night? I've already got my pajamas here." "Let's go to bed." It was a nice night. He let me suck him and we fucked twice more. He let himself out that Saturday morning. I spent the whole day in bed, listening to my body. It was wrecked and full of bad cum. I needed to find him again.

Hi I’m Tom and I have been working with Jerry for 6 years now. Most people don’t pay much attention to me as at 5ft.5 100lbs.most think I’m some boy in high school. Jerry who I work for is in his late 40s and retired from the military and what he did there he keeps very quite. Jerry can bug anyone computer , phone and install caners in any place without you knowing. He knows about every drug there is and how to use it to immobilized a person and to break their free will. I have seen his do this many times and did me. At 22 now he has been teaching me all he knows and including me in his business. Jerry has a very large group of clients who want boys for many different activities, some are for escort work, personal slaves, boys to be pimp out and even a very few who we put them on Hormone Replacement Therapy. Jerry always spends a lot of time looking for the right boy to get for his customer. Right now we are looking at this one boy that Jerry wants to keep and has gone to great lengths to get all the Intel on him and from what I have seen I agree he is a keeper. Jerry has briefed me on what to do for many hours on how this will be done and today is the day. We will call him Nick, is 5ft. 9 skinny maybe 140 lb. blond hair dark doe eyes , that turn me on he. Nick has no real friends always walks home alone from school and stops off for a soda and something to eat before going home. The place is crowed and Nick is sitting by him self like always, as I go up to Nick I ask if I can sit with him , we do a little small talk and the Intel Jerry gave me is spot on, Nick is not bright as he is failing in every class he takes and his father will beat the crap out of him again. He wish he did not have to ever go home. When there is a disturbance I make my move when he looks away I squirt this chemical into Nick drink that will go to work in 25 minutes as his walk home takes 30 minutes and Nicks always leaves at the same time. Just like Jerry said he leaves in 10 minutes as Nick leaves I get into the van with Jerry, Jerry ask how did it go so we go close where we will take him. I can see him walking up the block and the area is perfect with no one around. I can see Nick is starting to have problems walking so I jump out of the van and go up to him and he says to me he is not feeling well. I tell him to get in the van and he just walk over to it witch makes my job easy. Once in the van Jerry gets moving fast as we have 3 hour trip back home where we will change this boy life for ever. In the van I have to work fast and this drug Nick won’t last to much longer and we have to keep Nick quite for the ride home. First goes on the electric dog collar to control him , then I break out the syringe of a drug to put Nick to sleep, as I have given this drug to many I know Nick will be easy to handle for the trip.

Midnight on June 3, 2017...I should have been on a boat getting crazy in a supervised manner with the rest of my graduating class of high school students...instead, I could feel the rough surface of the alley cutting into my hands and knees through the haze of meth and alcohol as I braced myself on all fours as the next filthy, reeking homeless guy took his place behind me and shoved a rough finger into my...well, I used to call it my asshole, but I'd learned pretty quickly tonight that calling it anything but a pussy or a cunt would get me a sharp backhand across the face. And honestly, being naked on all fours in a dank, smelly dirty alley at midnight, feeling cum running down my thighs because I was too loose and sloppy at this point to keep it in, the terms pussy and cunt were more appropriate anyway. I bit back a cry of pain as the next guy pulled out his finger and shoved his cock in...it felt like a big one, and I think I felt something inside rip...but I knew that I was supposed to be silent unless told otherwise...thankfully, I felt the glass pipe held to my lips and heard the flare of a torch light up...I started to inhale the precious, acrid chemical smoke that would make this experience not just bearable, but arousing. The soft, smooth silky voice on the other end of the pipe chuckled at my eagerness to inhale. "That's it, bitch...take it all the way in...fill those faggot lungs full. I want you to feel that rush all the way down to your pussy, bitch" I held the hit in as long as I could with a cock slopping in and out of my cunt...then let it out slowly, knowing a quick explosive release would result in being deprived of another hit. "Oh baby...you a good bitch, ain't ya. You learning what it takes to become one of my junkie bitches...only three or four more homeless guys for your pussy and then we can get out of here...now, bitch, take another hit." As I sucked down more meth, feeling the need for cock hitting my cunt hard, I couldn't help but think back to six hours earlier...before my asshole was a cum filled pussy, before I had ever taken homeless cock, before I knew what meth tasted like...when I was a normal, 18 year old white kid from the suburbs. Before I knew my older brother had a drug problem. Before I knew he owed a few thousand to his dealer. And before I became payment for his debts.

<<Note: Sorry if the mention of straight sex earlier offended anyone. Just trying to set the scene of Kane as being a hot blooded straight bloke. Trust me from here soon in it's just a downward spiral for him>> "Mate come on, you've got to get over her, its been like a week already and you're still kicking about like she was the one" I said trying to lift Kane's spirits. "I have no idea what happened though, like it was all fine and banging and then she just cuts me out totally, she blocked me everywhere and I chatted to some of her mates, and they just said I was a sick perv and should just eat all the nasty ass pussy I want... I have no idea whats going on!" Kane slumped into the sofa head in his hands "If I could just talk to her or something, find out whats happened, what I've done wrong" he softly sobbed into his hands, while I tried to hide my growing boner. What a fucking chump. What was going on was a video of you eating some old fat hairy arse had been sent to her, with you loading banging on about what a tasty pussy it was. She knew you for the sick pig you were and now all her friends did too. I grabbed his shoulder and gave him a squeeze. "Come on now Kane, look I know this has been rough but lets go out tonight yeah, its Friday, we need this, fuck her and lets go get you some action." "Nah mate, I don't want some chick, I want her back" "Alright then, no straight clubs then, me you on the lash at some of the best bars and clubs in town, hows that sound? Tell you what first shots are on me". ... A few hours later and a fair few pints in, me and Kane were in our third pub. Kane was nice and merry lapping up the attention from all the lads. Wearing his skin tight white shirt and those ridiculous jeans of his, he was looking ripped as shit and a little bottom boys dream. "Come on mate all this pub shit is getting boring now" I shouted over the din of the bar to him "How about we head somewhere where we can dance a bit, get loosen up?" "Yeah yeah yeah ok cool man lets go" slurred Kane. It was unbelievable that this big lad was such a light weight. I mean sure I had been spilling most of pints and dosing his, but come on. You'd expect him to be able to handle a few at least. Thankfully I hadn't taken him over the edge yet and he was capable of walking, so we staggered out together, and walked towards my favourite dirty club; Abattoir. So called because fresh meat got slaughtered in there. As I took Kane to the front entrance the security guard stopped us, gave me a look and smile of recognition and eyed up Kane. "Right come here mate, lets have a look at you, how much have you had to drink so far?" I feigned concern and spoke up "He's cool man he's cool we've just had a few beers thats all" "so you say, but he's looking pretty wasted and I need to check him over" Kane got pushed against the wall and told to keep his hands up while he got patted down. Facing the wall he missed the security guard turn to me and wink as he got behind Kane and thrust his crotch up against the pigs boys ass. He worked his hands up kanes abs and chest patting over the t-shirt, clearly groping around. A few more regulars were turning up and began to enjoy the show. "This isn't working mate, right turn round I'm going to need to lift up your shirt and see if you are concealing anything" and with that quick as a flash he span the inebriated Kane around and whipped his shirt up over his chest and half way up his arms keeping his face concealed and his arms restrained. "What, what the fuck?!" Kane muffled under his t-shirt. "Kane don't worry mate I'm here, just let him search you its cool" I said as I came closer and took hold of his arms. The building crowd came closer and watched as the security guard began gliding his hands up and down the defined abs, working up the chest and tweaking Kane's nipples, squeezing them gently watching them puckering up as the attention grew. The security guard then slide his hands down towards Kanes jeans and pretended to try and get his fingers into the waistband. "Nah these are way too tight on your waist. Bear with me" and he undid the buttons on the jeans and pulled them down revealing Kanes tight little briefs to a whistle of admiration from the crowd. The restricted air from having his face covered under his t-shirt was making Kane hot and disoriented making him even more susceptible to the security guard as he put a show on for the crowd of punters. He groped Kanes package and gave it a good squeeze feeling those balls. "Nope not much in there" he smirked, initiating a little mirth from the crowd. "Right put him over the table I need to check his ass now" So I dragged Kane towards the table using his restrained arms to pull them forward over, getting Kane legs spread open, laying flat on the reception. The security guard had a grope of my pigs ass before announcing that he'd need some help and got some of the other punters to stand either side and each hold a cheek and pull apart. Taking a pen knife out of his uniform he then cut a nice hole down the middle of Kanes pants and tore them down the middle. Those holdings hands now pulled the pants ripping them more exposing Kanes smooth pig hole to any and all watching the scene unfold. "Right lets do a quick search in here" Said the security guard as he took out a bag of white powder from his pocket, licked a finger and gave it a good dunk. Unceremoniously he pushed his finger knuckle deep into Kane in one go making him shout out in shock. Luckily I was pretty strong and he was pretty wasted, otherwise I'm sure he would have bolted. "Sorry mate, sorry. My bad, let me lube my finger up again" said the security guard as he slowly dragged his finger out, let one of the punters suck it clean, before dipping it back into the white powder and this time, slowly pushed his finger back inside, taking the time to circle round and round. 'Fuck man this hurts, is this right, I mean is this right?" Kane moaned underneath me as I held him tight. "Don't worry man, its cause you're new" I reassured him "It'll be over soon and you'll gonna love this place when we are in" The security guard pulled his finger out and held it up to the light. A nice pink splooge coated his finger clearly generated by his sharp dirty nail that he'd just be dragged around my pigs ass walls. "You're fine to go, sorry about that mate, you know its got to be done. You looked the druggy type what with your size and all" said the security guard as he bent down to pull Kanes jeans back up, but not before taking a quick second to jab the knife into the back of the jeans and cut a matching hole open. Jeans back up and buttoned, we got Kane up off the table and pulled his t-shirt back down. Red faced and wide eyed, the two booty bumps were clearly having an effect as Kane looked confused and spaced out, I turned him round and guided him towards the club entrance and the loud music. Opening the doors the smells and sounds of dirty raw fucking hit me. I was home. "Come on Kane lets go get a drink" I said taking him slowly inside as the gathering crowd at the door followed us through all intently watching the split in my pigs jeans ripping slightly further with each forward step.

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(early 1990's) I liked college a lot even though I worked like a dog just to get by. I was on a work study program...where they pay a part of your tuition if you work on campus part-time. I got a job in one of the science buildings where my job was to feed and clean up after salamanders. It sounds odd, but I guess they were being studied for something. Salamanders are a little creepy, but harmless. And smelly. I was a in art school with plans to major in photography. I thought artists were an eccentric bunch, but they were downright normal compared to most science majors. I met all sorts of characters. My boss gave me all kinds of crazy hours based on what he thought the salamanders wanted. I guess they communicated with him somehow. I'd go in at night and sit by the tanks and read or do homework. Occasionally, I'd wander around. I knew what floor the human cadavers were on and I never even ventured close to that area. Sometimes I'd see other bored workers and chat with them. I ran into Kenny one night. He was a graduate student with a special interest in fungus. Yes. Fungus. He wanted to be a mycologist. What kid would ever want to grow up and study fungi for a living? If you ever saw Kenny, you'd know the kind of kid. He was tall, extremely skinny and so pale you could almost see through him. We often ran into each other in the one room where smoking was allowed. We talked often even though we shared no common interests. I'd talk about art and photography (which he knew nothing about), and he'd talk about mold (which I didn't want to know anything about). He had a sense of humor, though, and could laugh about himself and what a dork he was. He wasn't bad looking despite his reed-like physique and thick glasses. He had a warmth that the specimens he studied lacked. I liked him. As we got to know each other, our discussions got more candid. We admitted to each other we were gay. I didn't have any experience, but he'd had plenty. I guess the surprise on my face was way too apparent. "What? You think only little curies like you get opportunities for sex?" "Um. No..I just. I mean..." "I go to the city (about 40 miles away) and hit the bath house. You don't get judged so much in places like that. Plus it's dark. I've always liked darkness." "Like a mushroom." "Exactly! I relate to them." I wanted to know more about what he did in the city, but didn't know what exactly to ask. I thought places like that had been closed down after the AIDS epidemic started. But he was a scientist so I figured he knew all about health and disease. "Well, I gotta go check on my creatures. Have a good weekend if I don't see you before then." "Wait. Want to come to my place on Sunday? I'm going to do some field research in the park behind my house." "OK. Sure. Can I bring anything?" "Bring your camera. If you get some good shots of mushrooms, I'll pay you for them." "Cool." He wrote his address down on a slip of paper and left to check his fungus. His house was kind of isolated at the end of a beat-up street that might as well have been a gravel road. It looked like exactly the kind of place he'd live. I brought my camera bag, but should have brought beer too. He didn't drink and had no alcohol in the house. He offered me hot tea instead. His floors were bare hard wood and the furniture was basic and thrift-store looking. There were pictures of mushrooms all over the walls. A few of them were even black-light posters which surprised me not at all. The tea wasn't very good. It was bitter and barely lukewarm. I drank it to be polite. "Did you notice?" "Notice what?" "I'm not wearing glasses. I put contacts in. I've had them for awhile, but all that solution and stuff is a pain which is why I just put on glasses." Something occurred to me right then... "Kenny - is this mushroom tea?" "Slightly. Not enough to affect you. Don't worry." "Like psychedelic mushrooms?!?" "Don't worry. I wouldn't give you anything that would hurt you, Grab your camera and let's go." I followed him out the back door and into his overgrown yard. My antenna was up. He'd given me drugs and I had to stay alert. "I found a puffball mushroom out here last week. It was beautiful. Ever seen one?" "I think so. They make a cloud of smoke when you stomp in them, right?" "It's not smoke. Those are spores, millions of tiny spores. It's how they reproduce...how they make more puffballs." "I knew that, Kenny. I was an 'A' student at one time. Art is harder. You never know if what you're looking at is the same as what other people see." "Science can be like that too, my little friend." We got to edge of a large park that I'd never even heard of in the two years I lived in this town. It was a warm day in early Autumn, but there were so many trees that the sun was diffused almost immediately. "I've never been here before." "It's an undiscovered secret. There is so much shade and dead limbs that I can always find some good specimens...speaking of which...." He took off his hiking boots and socks. "It burns. I caught athlete's foot somehow, but I haven't put any medicine on it. It's a fungus and I wanted to see it progress. It's called ringworm and can grow anywhere on your skin. Want to see?" He lifted one of his big feet and showed me the sole. It was an inflamed shade of red with little white bumps. I got closer. They looked like little cartoon eyeballs, looking right at me. It was comical and I had to take a picture of it. "I won't frame that one, pal." "So cute. Like crazy Mad Magazine eyes." "What a perfect day. I like this time of year when it's damp and warm. Winter absolutely sucks." "I know, but I just saw it." "Where?" "Right over there. It looks like Freddy Kreuger wearing earmuffs." "Uh oh. Stay close to me. You're starting to trip a little." As we got deeper into the park, I felt like we were in a children's book. There had to be a witch's house here somewhere. Kenny found mushrooms and toadstools, and explained the difference. He also told me about how some fungus is poisonous, but most of it is really just inedible. "Ooh! Here's a nice little guy. Get a photograph of him." He was pointing at a fat little mushroom that looked like a stubby penis. I had a close-up setting, but my camera was impatient with me and did all the work for me. Maybe I got the shot. Maybe I didn't. I looked up and Kenny was lighting a joint. "Here", he said, "this will help you settle a little and also assist your artistic eye." I was no stranger to weed. I took a puff, and it tasted just like the tea. I wondered if that taste would ever leave my mouth. I couldn't worry about that now. "Let's turn, Kenny. I don't want to go near those slipper slides." "Go near the what?" I saw a bunch of brightly-colored plastic slipper sides up ahead and didn't want go near them. I just knew they were oily and filthy. I took his long. bony fingers in my hand and led him a different direction...into some dark woods. The greens and blacks were comforting. I should write a poem. Or a song. "We're almost on private property now, little buddy." "But I want to sit in the shade for a minute. Can you write music?" "No. I had an old piano once, but it was just decoration. Check it out! There's a fairy circle!" I'd heard of those. It's rare to find one. It's when mushrooms grown in a circle. I don't know if they're connected by a root or what. I took a lot of shots. Beautiful magic. In fact -- this whole spot was mystical. We decided to stay there and finish the blunt. We sat at the base of a hundred year old tree and he wanted to chat, but I was too busy listening to the fairy voices. They were almost singing but not quite. It was more of a chant. "You okay?" "Yeah. Can you get one of them to stay still long enough so I can take a picture?" He put a long arm around me. "What do they look like to you?" "Well...none of them have clothes on. They remind me of that little dinosaur puppet from Pee-Wee's Playhouse. I love this park." "I'll see if I can coax them over, but for now let's just relax a little." He stretched out his long legs, "I want your ringworm too!: "What?" I kicked off my Nikes and socks and rubbed them up against his feet. "Why did you do that?" "Isn't the point to spread and reproduce? I'm helping it make more fungus." "Oh, kid. That's probably a pretty noxious variety. You could get it on your hands and crotch and everywhere else. Even in your eyes." "It's tough then, right? I could be part of your thesis." "It's either really tough or I'm really weak. I know my immune system is weak." A fairy landed on top of my head, trying to talk to me. "You aren't weak, Kenny." "I'm trying to tell you I have AIDS. I've known for two months now. One of my professors gave me the test. A virus is different than a fungus, but they both need hosts. I'm the host for HIV. Ironic." "Oh. I'm sorry." Quiet. "It's okay. I like you so much. And you like me too, right?" "So much." "Can I kiss you?" I didn't answer. I just pulled his face close to mine and kissed him passionately. Everything was perfect. I told him I wanted to make love, but he resisted. For about ten seconds. Then we were both naked and he was humping me helplessly. I was on my back and a knotty tree root was under my spine, but it was a helpful root, urging this sex onward. I guided his nice dick into my welcoming ass. And he was lost in lust. He fucked me for so long but I can't say that I felt much pain. It was natural and biological. I would be the next host. "Wrong. This is so wrong." His hips took on a life of their own and they were thrusting in and out faster and faster. He came. I felt the millions of viruses puff out of his cock slit and circulate throughout my body. I was host for Kenny's HIV now. My blood gave it more life. I'd die and decay...and the I'd be hosting the fungus he loved so much. It was meant to be. I came. The shrooms and pot had ebbed away as we walked back. Even completely sober, I wasn't sorry. Maybe he was, though. I moved into his house and we had many more fungal adventures. During the Winter, we just stayed inside and fucked. I photographed each little (or big) infection we'd get. I turned them in as a project and got much praise. END

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I was utterly humiliated. As the love of my life left, all I could do was cry. I cried and cried and cried. I was in New Orleans, in our apartment, and no Connor. No. Connor. I didn't eat, return phone calls, or see friends. I think I made myself physically ill because after a few days I could barely move from my bed. All my muscles hurt and my stomach was heaving even though I hasn't eaten for days. My friend John eventually forced me to open the front door and let him in the apartment. He asked no questions, but made me some soup and forced me to eat it. We sat on the couch and watched a movie. I was really glad John was there because Connor called. He was entirely businesslike on the voicemail message he left. He was coming through with his father and asked me to not be in the apartment as they cleared out his items next week. He also said, he'd leave me a check for my half of the NYC apartment deposit. He told me to find my own place in NYC. After listening to Connor's voicemail, I threw up the soup John made and went back to bed crying. I heard John pleading with me to come out of the bedroom, but I passed out. When I woke up, John was on the couch. He stayed with me all week. He made me call my aunt and uncle so I could ask to stay with them until I could get an apartment. He also forced me to call my father to ask for help moving my things to NYC. The second call was so humiliating that I went back to bed for two days. Connor and his father were due the next day and he called to make sure I would not be at the apartment. I packed a bag and went to stay with Bradley for the night. Bradley, John and I went to dinner. We ran into Rob and my neighbor who asked about the moving truck and why I wasn't there moving out with Connor. Bradley said Connor and I had broken up. I excused myself for the bathroom and cried. When I emerged from the bathroom, Rob, Bradley and John were waiting. My neighbor went out to get snacks and rent movies. We all went to Bradley's house to watch movies and hang out. Rob hugged me tight against him in the car. At Bradley's house, I sat between my neighbor and Rob on the couch as we watched movies. We finished one movie and John left. In the middle of the second movie, Bradley got a call from his parents and went to his room. He came back a few minutes later and said he was going to shower and go to bed. He asked me to make sure I locked the door when our guests left. Rob asked if I wanted to go to bed or finish the movie. I said I wasn't tired. My neighbor moved to the chair where Bradley had been seated leaving the couch to Rob and I. Rob and I spooned on the couch. He asked if I was still the "most perfect Jewish bottom boy in the world." I laughed. It was the first time I laughed in weeks. I could feel his hard cock on my ass through our clothes. I reached back and felt his cock. He had a great cock. I rubbed it. We heard the shower turn off, the bathroom door open, and Bradley's bedroom door close. Rob kissed my neck. He unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. I was wearing a jockstrap. Rob reached inside my shorts and felt my ass. Rob told me to stand up and he sat up. I took off my shirt and shorts. He opened his shorts and I got on my knees and sucked his cock for a few minutes. Rob took a couple of bottles out of his short's pocket - lube and poppers. He had me lube his cock and then turn around. He put his lubed cock on my ass and had me sniff the poppers. I inhaled deeply and sat down on his bare cock. I rode his cock until he flipped me over the back of the couch and started hammering my ass. Rob blew his poz load in me and then pulled out. My neighbor then fucked me until he came in my ass. Then Rob fucked another poz load into me. They left. I put my shorts back on and fell asleep on Bradley's couch as their loads leaked from my ass. The next day I went to my apartment and Connor's things were gone. I cried as I read the note he left with the check telling me to keep the bed because he couldn't bring himself to sleep on it anymore. I called Rob and asked him to come over and fuck me in the bed. Rob fucked me all week in the bed. I took about 20 poz loads off him that week. Then I asked Rob if he wanted the bed when I moved because I had no place to put it in NYC. He took the bed in his SUV the same day my father and brother arrived to move me to NYC. John, Bradley, and Seth took a lot of the other furniture and kitchen supplies. I moved my clothes, some personal items, computer and television to NYC. The ride home took about a day because we all shared the driving. It was a quiet ride and my humiliation was enhanced all the more when my brother asked about Connor only to have my father say, "Gay relationships aren't like normal relationships. They always fall apart." My brother told my father that was stupid and they fought for a few minutes. I just looked out the window. I arrived in NYC and moved into my aunt and uncle's spare room. My aunt kindly asked about Connor, but quickly realized it was a very emotional topic when I tried to answer but couldn't find the words. As a teacher in NYC public schools, I was soon working after I got to the city because I had to get my classroom ready, department meetings, meet the principal, vise principal, fill out paperwork, etc. Surprisingly, a friend from high school - Rachel - was teaching across the hall from me. We connected and she insisted that I spend time going out with her and her friends. Over the next few months, I gradually came out of my depression. By the time classes ended the following spring, I was living with her in a two bedroom unit in Brooklyn.

Happy June Men! Another page on the monthly calendar turned, and time to tally the check marks. I have been on a later start at work by 3 hrs, so I have been able to squeeze in some quickies at lunchtime for the local guys doing the 9-5 routine. Still not in the swing of things to take dick after I get off work at 1a tho- the whole hosing and getting right is more than I want to face at that point in the night- not to mention the guys tend to be spun or cocktailed- So, anyway.. in May I was able to land 15 fuckings with loads, 8 oral loads taken, and 3 fistings, which brings the Jan1- May31 totals to 41 loads taken in my ass, 18 loads oral, 23 fistings, and 3 piss loads/sessions. And in the vein of selfish promotion, if you are in the Ft Lauderdale area and looking for head or a fast lunch fuck, or most anytime Friday thru Sunday- hit me up here or over on BBRT

PrEP veteran here. Almost 5 years now. I used to keep track of hookups and I was averaging 100 loads/year approximately, and if anything pace has picked up in the last few years, So I'm pretty sure I'm hovering the 500 load mark. I take loads from anyone (I still have to fancy them physically though!). I mean I take loads from anyone without asking status or what not. Still very negative. I have picked up gono, clam in the ass, and syphilis on my dick, so didn't get that from bottoming. At any rate, I have zero interest in seroconverting, and I have slutified myself and having the time of my life thanks to PrEP. STDs that have shown up have been dutifully dealt with the regular checkups.

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.

As Jerry leaves the room I look at Nick and see this young boy laying on his stomach with a freshly fuck hole and pink cum coming out. I have been lock in chastity since Jerry took me off my meds 3 months ago when he planned to kidnap Nick. Jerry converted me 6 years ago when he took me in as his boy and in that time I have been his partner in this business. Nick is so good looking with just me here now and I know Jerry has the cameras on and is watching to see what I will do. I roll Nick over on his back and I can see he is starting to crash from Miss Tina, I pick up a syringe look in his eyes and Nick smiles back to me as I find a vain and inject it in , when I undo the strap he is gasping for breath as this is a heavy shot. I can’t help my self and start to kiss Nick and he is responding back with a lot on passion , as I try to control my self I’m not going to just fuck him but make man on man love to him and he is still a virgin in so many ways. I find his nipples are wired to his dick and spend time bitting , licking and sucking them. I tell him to do the same to me and to be careful with my nipple rings. Nick is a fast learner and my dick is rock hard but I want to get him going wild begging for me to fuck his hole. I push him down to my dick and direct Nick on how to suck a dick with a 4 gauge Prince Albert and tell Nick he will have one very soon. I don’t to put a load in Nick mouth as that is a waist of good toxic cum, it should be in his boy hole. I push Nick away and work on his Tina dick but he is kinda of hard and it does not me long for him to shoot a load into my mouth. I have never seen someone on this much Tina to be able to stay this hard and still shoot a big load. I keep Nick load in my mouth and crawl up his body till we are face to face and kiss Nick and give back his negative load. I look in Nick face and say you want me to fuck you and he says YES. I tell Nick I’m POZ and he says I don’t care I just want to make man on man love to me. I turn him over on his stomach put Nick on all 4s and put my face in his hole. Jerry did a fine job but Nicks hole is back to being tight , I get my tongue in and boy this is so pretty and do all I can and Nick is moaning in pleasure now , so its time as I’m like a rock. The PA I’m working up and down his crack and as I start to push in I can Nick hole is opening up for me. Once I’m all the way in I just to do shorts slow strokes and Nick is really enjoying it, not like when Jerry just rape his hole. I ask Nick that when I cum does he want my POZ cum in his hole and become a POZ cum dump YES is all I hear. The door opens and it’s Jerry with a hand held camera as He wants to get all the close ups on Nick hole and my dick working his hole.Nick is oblivious to Jerry as he is begging for me to fuck faster and faster and I know the PA is doing its job of tearing the inside of Nicks hole up so my toxic cum gets into Nick blood stream. When I cum I burry my body to his so my cum goes in as deep as it can and I just stay their till my dick is no longer pulsing out my toxic cum. When I pull Nick turn over and says thank you as I bring my dick to his mouth so he can clean it and he does it so willing as he looks up to me , when he is finish I kiss him and we cuddle for a wile and then we fuck again and again, Then Jerry break into the room.

Once we get Nick settle in and drug up We get on our way ASAP. In our 3 hour back to Jerry place we talk about this new business Jerry want to get into with Nick as will be the first one in this new venture. There is a lot of money pimping out boys out like Nick as some of the boys Jerry has sold are making big money for their owners. There are a lot of chasers who are looking to become Poz from a boy like Nick , so now I under stand why Jerry took me off my meds 3 months ago and I know Jerry has been off his meds for a long time. Nick is dead to the world and the ride is real boring till we get the Jerry home when its time to bring to the basement and get Nick prep. Once we get Nick down stairs Jerry tells me to get him ready like I always do. As Nick starts to wake up he ask what happen and what is the collar around his neck , it’s a shock collar so I give Nick a small shock and tell him he is now Jerry boy and if he does no do like we say he will get a very shock. Nick ask why he and I are both naked and I say we are going to give you pleasure that only another man can give you. Nick says he is not Gay , so I put on the T.V and show Nick how Jerry bug his room and how Nick would spend hours jerking off watching Gay porn. Show him video of what his parents think of Nick and how they want him out of the house and how much they hate Nick. I give Nick a kiss and he does not protest but responds back to me. I put my finger by his hole and Nick is TIGHT like a virgin. Nick ask me for something to drink , so I give him that special water that has been spiked with GHB , I tell him the water really taste like shit, but he drinks it down really fast. I turn over on his stomach and spread his cheeks and see that hole and it is so pretty so I grab the syringe to get some lube in his hole before Jerry comes in. I see Jerry left me some shards of Tina , so why now as Nick is being so cooperating so I put one large shard in and tell Nick he might feel his hole burning, he turns around and says it’s ok and I have no one in the world who wants me now. The T is doing it’s work as I turn Nick over and start to suck his nice 8 inch dick and he is rock hard , then I move to his nipples. The door bust in and it’s Jerry and he grabs Nicks arm tied it off and gives him a slam. This is going to be ruff for Nick as Jerry is going to busy Nick up with his 11 inch X 8 dick. As Nick is coughing Jerry take Nick by the legs and spreads them as Nick is on all fours, Jerry is hard and dips the head of his dick in the bag of crush Tina Jerry is showing no love with Nick as he is pushing his dick as Nick is screaming in pain and all Jerry cares about is dumping his toxic load into Nick. Wile all this is going on I hold the hand camera on what Jerry dick is doing to Nick hole and it ant pretty. The other cameras are setup as fix , so they are getting Nicks face and the over all action. From my view I can see Jerry's pre cum is now making it better for Nick as his hole is being raped. Jerry is doing all he can to not shoot his Toxic load in Nick hole but once he does he just lays on top of Nick with all his weight. When Jerry pulls out I can see the pink cum on Jerry dick , so I go over on my knees and Jerry gives me his dick to clean off and Jerry tells Nick this is how you treat a dick after it just gave you a nice load in your hole.

Finale James fixed his life over the next few weeks. He got pornhub and xtube and xvideo to take the video down and then got the tumblr guys to take it down too. James let a few of the tumblr guys fuck him so they'd take it down. James even drove to Milwaukee so one guy could fuck him. The guy lived up to his word and took it down. James sister had seen the video and called to make sure he was okay. Fortunately James' parents hadn't seen it, or if they did, they certainly didn't bring it up. And, as only a few discrete gay boys at the firm saw it before he got it down, it seemed as if both the work environment and his family were okay. Of course James' friends had all seen it. They all knew the safe sex jock top had turned into a slutty bareback bottom. James had tried to lie his way through it, but he couldn't. They had all clearly seen his face and heard his voice begging for the top's cum. A top, who, by the way, whose name James still did not know. After due thought, James decided to give up on lying and just be himself. A few months later, James was now a regular at both Steamworks and Man's Country. He didn't care who fucked him and preferred they fucked him bareback. He asked them all to cum inside him. He liked having it happen in a public spot so guys would watch. It made him feel even sexier being the center of attention. Over the next year, James became the bottom everyone had fucked. James no longer cared what people thought of him. He loved taking cocks and their cum in his ass. James was happy.

A couple of weeks ago, I developed a skin rash, no doubt because I’d been cycling my ass off trying to get in the best shape of my life before the cruise and the swimwear modeling stint. So while I looked good, my skin was in need of a little care and feeding. When oral antibiotics didn’t work, I needed to check in to the hospital just for the night so they could do IV drugs. It was no big deal. They even gave me the celebrity suite all to myself with a huge walk in shower. It might as well be the Four Seasons. I didn’t even bother to get into a hospital gown. Just slipped off my clothes down to my boxers, let them plug me in, and turned on some ball games. I must have dozed off because when I woke up there was someone checking my IVs. Once the haze lifted, I noticed he was stunning. Ridiculously hot. Porn star hot. And underneath those hospital sweats, it looked like he had a body to match. When he realized I was awake, he said, “I’m your night nurse. Just checking to see how it’s going.” Then he proceeded to take my vitals. I was so glad there was a blanket over me so he couldn’t see the tent creeping up in my boxers. He smiled and left and I wished to god my right hand wasn’t stuck with an IV so I could jack off right there. But I tried to settle and get back to the TV. I was about to doze off when the door opened and he walked back in with some juice. “What’s that,” I asked? “Your doctor wanted to boost the meds with this. It’ll make you a little drowsy so don’t be surprised if you nod off.” “No worries” as I gulped it down and he took off. About ten minutes later, things started to get a little wonky. I wasn’t able to see the tv that clearly so I turned it off. I figured this was the “drowsy” part so I just laid back and let it wash over me as I went into this dream-state. Or at least I thought it was a dream. Next thing I know, my nurse is standing at the end of the bed with a big smile on his face. I look around and the curtains were drawn and the door locked. I also noticed that both my hands were tied to the bed. As I glanced back to his face, he said, “if you’re good and quiet, there won’t need to be a gag. Besides, they are used to screams on this floor all night long.” I had no idea what he meant, although I admit I wasn’t sure this was even real so I didn’t say a word. Then I saw him pull up a syringe, walk over and put it into my IV. As he depressed the plunger, he said I should take some deep breaths and just relax. I felt the warm tingle go up my arm and then up into my throat and my tongue started to tingle. I felt short of breath so I let out a cough, which worried me and I got anxious. “That’s completely normal. Here, try some more juice.” As I drank it, I felt that tingle move down my body and my pelvis start to surge up as my asshole began to throb and kagel. I went from dreamy to alert to horned out of my mind. As I lay there, strapped to the bed, I watched him pull the IV out and put a band-aid on. Then he proceeded to pull my covers down and look at my tight, ripped, lean body. He seemed to nod in approval as he muttered, “They are going to love this.” I watched as he picked up my boxer shorts and noticed I was flaccid, which made no sense since all I could think about was pulling my dick and coming. Next thing I know, he’s got another syringe and points it towards my cock. “You might want to look the other way, but I promise, it’ll be painless.” He lied. I felt a sharp prick as I watched, completely shocked and horrified, as he stuck the needle in my penis. It was over in seconds and I could feel more tingling happening there. He cradled my cock in his hand for a second and looked up at me and chuckled. My eyes must have been like saucers. Then I noticed my cock was growing in his hand and growing and growing. He treated it like a newborn pup, just before he put it in his mouth. He took it out and said “mmm, salty pre-cum, then leaned over and put his tongue in my mouth.” I tasted it as well. And my mouth and tongue went crazy for his as my pelvis began thrusting up and down begging for attention. I was about to vibrate out of the bed when there was a slight knock on the door. He turned and smiled and said, “Just wait. You’re gonna be very happy tonight.” He unlocked the door and in walked two more guys in hospital sweats, just as hot as he was. One looked older, grey haired, very masculine…the other was Latino with warm buttery skin and this wry grin on his face. They took one look at me and said to my nurse, “Damn, you hit the jackpot.” At this point, I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I admit every fantasy imaginable ran through my mind. I watched as all three guys wrapped a tourniquet around their arms and pulled out orange pointed syringes like the one that went into my IV. They were so relaxed as they each punctured the skin, drew back this swirling rush of red blood, then proceeded to count down, 3, 2, 1 push. As they each pulled out their needle and ripped off their armbands, I saw my nurse let out a little cough. He smiled and said “I gave myself a little extra…just to make sure tonight is special with this one.” The others laughed and then they turned and looked at me. I felt like carrion in the desert about to be eaten by vultures. What happened next was even harder to describe as they proceeded to take off their sweats, revealing these muscular, perfect bodies…and fully erect large penises. The latin guy’s was hooded, which I love, literally leaking pre-cum. They then walked over, took off my boxers and proceeded to start sucking my cock, fingering my hole, touching my body and kissing me. It felt like an electric current was running through my body. My nurse was the first to climb on the bed, lift my legs, and thrust his cock in me. I assume it was due to all his pre-cum because my ass was already wet. He had no problem getting inside when he moaned in pleasure before starting to build rhythm. The other two were touching each other and playing with their asses and cocks while they watched as my nurse start to build up steam. “What do you say I plant some seed for you guys?” “Hell yeah, let’s load him up.” I watched as his face began to turn flush, his rhythm increased, as he thrust it into me. Then he let out this grunt sound and practically tore my second backdoor open as I could feel him ejaculating into my cavity. I even felt the vein on his cock throbbing, as he kept ejaculating. He lay on top of me for a second, covered in sweat, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. Then he pulled his cock out, jumped off the bed, walked over and fed it to me. It was literally dripping in cum. The other two proceeded to laugh and I heard the word “flip?” I assumed it was to see who would fuck me next but instead, they untied me, put me on all fours horizontally and as one guy shoved his cock down my throat, the other guy mounted me from behind. They were laughing and moaning and I could hear the sloppy sound of cum being churned in and out of my hole. Next thing I hear is “you ready?” “Let’s do it.” They both sped up their motions and, amazingly, I felt a gush of cum down my throat and in my ass simultaneously. I was in heaven. They proceeded to put me in every position possible in the room. They even got me in the shower where I was able to feel their amazing skin and touch their bodies all over. Suddenly they pushed me down. I thought I was supposed to suck them all off but they held my head back as they each began to pee on me. I admit, I was so whacked out, I even opened my mouth and drank some of it. Sounds disgusting now but in the moment, it made me even hornier. Their tee smelled odd, making me think that I must have gotten even higher off of it. Before the sun came up, I had been used in every hole and every position by every guy and then showered off, put back in my boxers and laid back in bed. I was blissed-out with a huge grin on my face as I watched them get their scrubs back on and walk out. My nurse came over, put in a new IV and hooked me up to the machine. He pulled out another needle and put it in my IV fluid and said, “Here, this’ll help you sleep it off until mid-afternoon. Oh, I’ll let your doc know you’re going to need to stay another night to get more IV meds.” All I could do was smile and nod as I watched him walk out of the room and my eyes slowly closed. I woke up with the sun blazing through my window. In walked my day nurse, Leilani, from the day before. She took one look at me and said, “you must have had quite a night. You’ve slept all morning. Didn’t even wake up for your vitals.” Groggily I said, “Oh, I dreamt all night. Lots of tossing and turning. “ She seemed a little confused but just nodded as she walked out. All I could think of was how long before the Night Shift?

Austin Hi, my name is Austin. I’ve just had a life changing experience I'd like to share with you. First, a little about me. I’m 19 years old, stand about five feet, five inches, and weigh 135 pounds. Although I don’t work out, I guess you would say I’m in shape as I have a trim build with a flat stomach. I’m told that I have a cute face with light brown hair and dark blue eyes. I’m currently attending a community college in my town and work at a regional chain coffee shop as much as I can to pay for things. I met my girlfriend Racheal through her twin brother Jacob who works with me at the coffee shop. Jacob is 20 years old, and stands about six feet tall and is very thin, his hair is dark brown and shaggy. He's good-looking, but not what most people would describe as handsome or cute. We are good friends despite the fact that Jacob 'found the Lord' last year and has become highly religious, sometimes to the point of irritation, but we work through it. His sister Rachael is extremely pretty and outgoing. When Jacob introduced us one day we hit it off very well. We are dating pretty seriously and have even talked about marriage one day, but the bad news from my perspective is that she has also 'found the Lord', so any pre-marital sex is not in the cards for us. So I was a virgin. Jacob and Rachael come from a very conservative and wealthy family. Their parents are very active in the community and have political influence. I found out through Jacob that they had a 'black sheep' brother about whom no one really spoke. I did learn, however, that his name was Alex and that he was 30 years old. Alex had been in and out of trouble as a juvenile and then got involved with drugs when he was 20 years old. Alex had robbed a store at gunpoint trying to get money for his drug habit. Despite his father’s best efforts, Alex was convicted and sent to prison. Making matters more complicated, Alex had contracted HIV while experimenting with drugs. Most people never expected him to survive his prison sentence. As Thanksgiving approached word came that Alex was going to be released. Alex asked his parents if he could come home and live until he could find work and an apartment. Although reluctant, his parents agreed. So Alex came home and moved in on the Monday before Thanksgiving, but he was accompanied by a surprise: he brought home a man he met in prison who had been released only days before Alex. Apparently they had become friends in prison and now were going to try and find a place to live together. Despite the surprise, the parents agreed to let him stay, provided he was out by January. Rachael had invited me to Thanksgiving dinner with her family, so that would be my first opportunity to meet her brother and his friend. When I arrived that day, Rachael, Jacob and their father Josiah were in the family room watching football on TV. A few minutes later Alex and his friend Devon entered. What I saw was stunning. Alex was about six feet two inches tall and probably weighed 230 pounds. He obviously used his time in prison to work out. His body rippled with muscles and he wore a tight white 'wife beater' tee shirt and basketball shorts which stretched to fit his body. His face reminded me of New England football quarterback Tom Brady. With his shoulder length brown hair and piercing blue eyes he was stunningly handsome. Alex’s friend was a black man named Devon. Devon towered over everyone at about six feet, seven inches, and weighed about 225 pounds. He was not as muscular as Alex but his body was perfect. His hair was closely cut and his face was model worthy. He was putting on his shirt as he walked in and his perfect eight pack abs were impressive. He too wore basketball shorts which snugly fit his body. When Rachel left the room to help prepare dinner, Alex and Devon sat on the couch on either side of me. Jacob and his father sat in the recliners watching the game. Both Alex and Devon engaged me in conversation and were very interesting. They talked about how they got to know each other in prison. Devon confessed he too was HIV positive and they met during counseling and treatment sessions they attended. They tried to engage Jacob but he was his usual quiet self. I enjoyed the conversation but I felt so small between these two men. I couldn’t help but be jealous of how beautiful they both were. When their father left the room, both men started quizzing us on our sexual activities. I confessed I was still a virgin and both guys laughed and rubbed my head and said I needed to change that. Jacob was very embarrassed to talk about the sex but he admitted he too was a virgin and he didn’t even masturbate because it “offended God”. Both guys chuckled and rolled their eyes. We all were called to the table and enjoyed a huge feast. As usual, I stuffed myself and knew that a nap when be the next thing on the agenda. Jacob and I crashed on the reclining chairs and their father fell asleep on the couch. Rachael and her mother left for a walk to the park and said they would be back in a couple of hours. Alex and Devon went to the bedroom for what I assumed was a nap. About ten minutes later, Alex came out and asked me if I would help him set something up in the bedroom. "Sure," I replied, and followed him into the room. When I walked in I was surprised to see at least three video cameras around the room along with three fairly large video monitors. From what I could see the screen showed that the cameras were pointed at various areas on the bed. When I entered, Devon, who was wearing only his shorts, closed the door and I heard him lock it behind me. I was a little confused and nervous and I asked Alex what he needed help with? “We make amateur movies for sale on line and we’d like you to be the star”, he said with a huge grin on his handsome face. At that moment Devon pressed up against me and grabbed my waist. He slowly slid his hands up my body taking my shirt with them. He tossed my shirt to the floor and I could feel his chest pressing against my naked back. I felt his hands reach around me and unfasten my belt and unbutton my jeans and they fell to my ankles. I wanted to tell them to stop but I felt powerless. Unfortunately, I guess I was unaware what was about to happen to me As Devon was slowly undressing me, Alex stood and watched. I could see on a monitor that he had trained a camera on me and I saw and felt Devon’s hands come around and begin caressing my chest, then they slid down into my underwear, slowly pulling them down. His hands touched my penis and I gasped. The contrast of his dark muscular hands against my pale white body was hypnotizing. As he pulled me closer I realized he was no longer wearing shorts. As my underwear slipped to my thighs I could feel and see his muscular legs pressed up to mine. I could feel what I only describe as a thick rubber pipe lying perfectly in the crack of my exposed ass. It wasn’t hard yet but it was starting to thicken and push against me. Now Alex slowly dropped his shorts and stood totally naked in front of me. God his body was perfect! He was well muscled and smooth except for a small line of hair running from his navel to above his penis. His thick penis hung down. He was uncircumcised. It was the first penis I had ever seen like that. He was starting to get hard and as he approached me his penis pushed up between our two bodies. I could see us in the monitor as he reached behind me and grabbed both sides of my ass and Devon pushed up more firmly behind me. I was so small between them. My head was spinning with what I was feeling. Four big hands caressed my body. Alex leaned forward and looked me in the eyes and then his lips were on mine. I resisted at first but Devon buried his mouth in my neck and sucked deeply as his hands wrapped around my slowly hardening penis. I let out a moan and opened my mouth to let Alex’s tongue in. Alex would switch from kissing me to kissing Devon and I could feel that both of their penises were now hard. I was in their spell and laid back into Devon’s arms. Both of them wrapped their arms around me and lifted me like a rag doll to the bed and laid me on my back. As Alex adjusted all of the cameras, Devon crawled up on top of me and began kissing me passionately. I involuntarily wrapped my arms around his gorgeous body and pulled him tighter against me. He slowly kissed his way down my chest, stomach and briefly took my penis into his mouth and I moaned “Oh God!” Devon grabbed both my legs and pushed them back, lifting my ass slightly off the bed. I looked over at a monitor which clearly showed my hole totally exposed. Devon leaned forward and I could see him and feel him spit into my ass. The next think I felt was one of the best feelings I’d ever had, at least until that moment. Devon’s tongue began to play with my hole. When he stuck his tongue inside it and I was in heaven, moaning loudly and leaking semen out of my penis. I had closed my eyes in total ecstasy until I felt something wet and warm brush against my face. I opened my eyes to see Alex kneeling over me and his huge penis inches from my lips. He grabbed me by the head and slowly pushed the head against my lips. As Devon worked his tongue deeper into me I opened my mouth and tasted my first penis. It was warm and salty and extremely wide and long. I suddenly was embarrassed by the size of my penis which wasn’t even half his length. He slowly and gently eased his penis deeper and deeper into the mouth and I sucked and licked as much as I could before my gag relax kicked in and he would pull back and start again. With his penis in my mouth Alex leaned forward, grabbed my legs and pulled them further back. Devon looked at Alex and said almost begging, “Can I fuck his cherry hole first, he’s got the most beautiful little ass I’ve seen and I want to breed it so bad?” Suddenly I realized he was going to have unprotected sex with me and he was HIV positive. I was frightened and started to struggle against Alex’s hold he had on my legs. “I think our little twink just realized he is going to get fucked in the ass” Alex laughed. Alex leaned forward again and his penis slid deeper into my mouth and he began to kiss Devon. “His ass is all yours, give him a nice virgin fucking and fill him good.” I tried struggling more but Alex had me tight. Alex pulled out of my mouth and inched forward straddling my chest. I looked to my left and saw the video showing my tiny hole glistening from Devon’s saliva. The head of Devon’s huge penis was inches away from it. “Please don’t!! I don’t want to be infected”, I begged. “If you don’t struggle, maybe I’ll pull out and cum on your face, instead of inside you” Devon said. I looked over at the other monitors, one showed my face, the other showed Alex from the front sitting on my chest pulling by legs back and my ass up to expose it more for Devon. Alex leaned forward and spit on Devon’s penis and then on my hole. Devon worked the saliva over his penis, which now looked well over a foot long. I watched the video totally mesmerized as Devon’s penis pushed up against the small opening in my body. His penis seemed to throb and a string of semen hung from the tip. I knew in my mind that his fluids were poisonous but I just watched and waited. The head pushed against the hole. It looked to be three or four times bigger than the opening it was trying to enter. As he Devon pushed I felt an intense burning feeling as I began to split open. The head was not being stopped and the pain was excruciating. I screamed and Alex slapped his hand over my mouth for fear of alerting Jacob and his father. I could see my hole expanding around his invading penis and I could see a trickle of blood run down my ass as I ripped open. Tears ran from my eyes as I screamed my muffled pleas to stop into Alex’s hand. As much as it hurt I couldn’t take my eyes of the monitor and watched the head slowly push onward. ”Holy fuck he’s tight”, Devon moaned. Alex slid his hands to my ass and pulled the cheeks apart. Then suddenly, with a loud popping sound, the head was totally inside of me and more blood ran down my ass on to the bed cover. I nearly passed out from the pain. Devon paused as my hole tried to adjust to the massive invader. The pain I felt at that moment was nothing compared to what happened next. Alex shifted himself so he was behind me and he held me in his muscular arms. He kissed me gently on the neck and then softly whispered in my ear. “I’m going to hold you Austin because this is really going to very painful. Devon is going to bury his whole cock in you and not stop till his balls are on your ass.” I looked at the monitor and could see about 10 inches of glistening penis ready to follow the head of into me. I begged Alex to let me go and stated to sob. “Don’t worry baby, after a few strokes your pain will turn to pleasure and you’ll beg to be fucked,” he said softly. Alex and Devon both leaned toward me and kissed me and then kissed each other. “Fuck and breed him Devon,” were the frightening words I heard next. Devon pushed gradually forward. It felt like my insides were being split in half. I screamed into the palm of Alex’s hand which covered my mouth. He pushed forward and I could feel Alex’s other hand caress my nipples and penis, trying to relax me. Suddenly, Devon stopped, “Oh fuck, this is what I’ve been looking for,” he said. He grabbed me by my hips and snapped me toward him as he lunged forward. He seemed to enter another part of my body I didn’t realize existed. I stiffened in absolute agony and screamed. My legs were straight in the air and my toes seemed to curl involuntarily. I could feel his huge scrotum resting against my ass. I looked at the monitor and realized every inch of his enormous penis was now inside of my body. My little hole was no longer little and it stretched and ripped to accept the HIV positive penis ready to fill me with poison. Devon leaned forward and kissed me and as he did his penis seemed to push even further into my small body. His body covered mine and felt so warm and powerful. The pain had slightly subsided but then He slowly began to pull his penis back out. It felt like he was pulling my insides out of my body. I softly begged him to stop and he did just before his penis head came out. Alex grabbed a video camera and moved around to get a close up shot of my filled hole. I looked at the monitor as Alex showed my stretched open ass and I could see a dark red trickle of blood running out of my ass down onto the white sheet where a large stain was developing. Devon grabbed my head and passionately kissed me working his tongue into my mouth. As he did he slammed every inch of his rock hard penis back into me. My head snapped back and I moaned loudly and cried “Oh my god!” “Oh my god” “You’re killing me!!” Devon began to get into a rhythm and as he did my pain started to subside and a new feeling began. Devon’s penis began hitting something inside of me that sent waves a pleasure through my body. The pain was being replaced by ecstasy and I started moaning. “You’re mine now baby,” Devon growled and his pounding intensified. I could hear the loud smacking sound as his penis hit deep into me and his scrotum flattened against my ass. Devon was moaning now too and my head was spinning. I looked around the room and saw different views of my virginity being taken away. Suddenly, Alex hovered over me and the camera was aimed at my face. “You are liking this, aren’t you bitch?” Alex asked from behind the camera. I could only moan and cry “God yes!!” Devon was like a wild man. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me up and jackhammered his penis into me. Any thoughts he had of having his orgasm on my face were long forgotten by him in his passion. He pulled entirely out of me several times and like a guided missile plunged back on the target and deeper into my body. It felt like he was getting bigger and harder. I looked away from the monitors and into Devon’s face. Our bodies were covered in sweat. My penis was rock hard and I could feel my own orgasm building deep in me. Alex was masturbating his huge penis as he attempted to record us from various angles. The room was filled with our moaning, the sound of our bodies smacking together and Alex saying “This is fucking hot!! We are going to make a fortune selling this.” Devon’s eyes seemed to roll back in his head. He leaned forward and moaning and nearly screaming. Suddenly he bit down on my neck and made a high pitched wailing sound and it happened. The first pulse from his penis felt incredibly warm. He bit down on hard my neck again actually breaking the skin and drawing blood. I grabbed his beautiful ass and pulled him deeper inside of me. His muscular black body seemed to ripple with intensity and his penis continued to pump warm streams of poison semen as deep as he could go into my body. I could feel every shot coating my insides with more semen than imagine could come out of one person. My penis suddenly erupted and Alex leaned forward catching most of it in his mouth. He then leaned up and kissed me as my own semen was swirled with his tongue back into my mouth. Devon was laying on me breathing so hard and I could feel his heart pounding against my body. Slowly he began to pull out and Alex zoomed the camera in on my ass. What I saw was unbelievable. My hole appeared to be three or four times bigger than before and as he pulled out large amounts of his semen and my blood oozed out of me. I knew it was poisonous and the pummeling I had just received had created the perfect bloody environment for the infection to take hold. As he pulled out he kissed me and whispered “Clean me Austin”. I willingly licked and sucked his penis clean trying to get his semen mixed in my mouth with my semen that Alex had deposited there. Devon rolled off the bed and Alex hopped into his place. “My turn”, he said with a big smile on his face. I wasn’t sure how I could take such a pounding again. Alex’s penis wasn’t as long as Devon, but it was so much thicker and he was so muscular. I knew the sex act would be more intense. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Austin are you in there?” It was Rachael!! I froze in fear. My girlfriend was outside the door and I was feet away, naked on a bed with a man’s semen running out of me and my neck bleeding from bite marks inflicted during passionate sex. Then I heard Jacob say, “What are you guys doing?” They were both there and I couldn’t speak or move. Alex and Devon looked at each other. Instead of fear they both smiled. Alex got up and unlocked the door. I couldn’t believe it!! Devon shouted, “Come on in, we need your help with something.” I saw the handle turn and the door opened……

Until about 18 months ago I was not into pissing at all but a few experiences over that time really opened my eyes. I am not into drinking or being pissed on but I love watching other blokes pissing and I am really turned on by making blokes piss themselves. It is such a turn-on to control a bloke’s bladder so he just helplessly pisses himself – especially in public. His humiliation, embarrassment and vulnerability are such a turn-on and always make my cock hard. About a year ago I met this sexy chef at a friend’s wedding – he was really sexy and blond and thin and from what I could tell underneath his kitchen white uniform, he had a nice body. His tight uniform trousers showed he had a nice ass and was wearing tight white briefs. Always a good thing. He kept coming out to the party to check on the buffet and we made eye contact. About 15 minutes after that, we were in the alley behind the hotel and I was barebacking his hot ass as we stood up behind the rubbish skip. We only had a few minutes so I pushed him up against the skip and lowered his uniform trousers to just the top of his thighs – and I saw his amazing ass wrapped up in a pair of tight, white cotton briefs and I went mad. I wanted him to leave tose on so I quickly worked my fingernail into the cotton fabric around where his asshole was and tore open a hole to get my cock through to fuck him. “Hey, wait…” he said, realising I was ripping up his underwear. “Shut up. Get ready.” I pushed my hard, un-lubricated cock up inside his and started fucking him hard. I pulled him back against me, holding his arms back behind his back so he couldn’t touch his cock or take off those sexy briefs. After pounding his ass for about 5 minutes I gripped his hips hard and started pulling his ass towards me so I could get all 9 inches of my cock inside of him. His arms went limp behind him as he just gave in to my cock that was destroting his ass and I knew I was giving his prostate a real pounding. Looking back I realise I was also pounding his bladder and after a few minutes he whispered back to me “Hey, wait a minute, okay? Just wait because I gotta….” I hate it when blokes tell me how to fuck so I gave his ass a few hard thrusts and within seconds I could hear liquid splashing onto the pavement below. I looked at his crotch and saw that he had strted pissing himself as I was fucking him. It was so fucking sexy to see him so helpless as he pissed his briefs and trousers and it made me feel so good that my big cock was making him piss himself. His warm urine coursed down his legs, soaking his white trousers and filling up his socks and trainers and he had pissed so much that his drenched crotch was almost completely transparent and I could see his small, soft cock shooting out his dark yellow piss. He didn’t try to get away from my hold on his arms and almost seemed resigned to pissing himself and just getting it over with. I was so turned on from making him him piss himself; I gave his ass a few hard thrusts, trying to punch his bladder with my cock so he would piss even more. He never stopped pissing and I could see he was completely soaked as I gave in - and then shot my load into his ass. He seemed to go limp and didn’t say anything as I pulled out of his tight ass and pulled up his soaking wet briefs and trousers. I didn’t know if he had planned on cumming himself (and I didn’t really care) so I zipped him up and stepped back to check if he had pissed on me at all – and amazingly he had not. I put my cock back in my trousers and patted his shoulder. “Thanks, that was hot. I gotta get back to the wedding.” And I left his there, standing in a pool of urine. I didn’t see him for the rest of the wedding or ever again but it was one of the hottest experiences I have had. Just watching him helplessly piss himself in a semi-public place still gets me hard and I want this experience to happen again. Has anyone else been in a situation like this, or even dreamed about it? Either being the bloke who has pissed himself or the bloke who made another bloke piss himself? I would love to hear your thoughts and experiences! TONY

Total pigs and cumsluts like me do not make for the best of faithful partners - sure we are great sex, that is why our partners are with us - but it takes a special kind of top to tolerate being in a relationship with a pig that constantly craves cock and seed. We can't help our cravings - it is what we are born for - to take cock and seed and that need permeates every fibre in our body. My current partner is a great man and I love him heaps - he is great sex and I get plenty of it from him - but that insatiable need for hard cock inside me always wins out over everything else. We have only been together a short while and he is a one on one man and up until recently I lived within the rules. Then, oh fuck - Mardi Gras fortnight came along. For years I have spent those two weeks taking cock and seed from all over the world and absolutely loving it. This year I was going to try and keep a lid on my slutting out - until my partner told me he had to go to Melbourne for four days for work. He did the worst thing he could have done the morning he was leaving, he threw a good 20 minute fuck into me before he left for the airport. Suddenly I was alone., naked in bed, with a load seed in me and horny as fuck. I knew I needed more cock (or dildo - which I resort to at times to satisfy myself fully) so I thought I would hook onto BBRTS and see if I could get "just one more fuck". I threw up a quick connect ad and within 25 mins a middle aged American man, hairy chest nice fat cut cock was talking to me. He was looking for a pig and I knew I was looking for a pig fucker, so in no time at all really we arranged a hook up in his city hotel. I told him my partner had already loaded up my mancunt and he told me not to get rid of the load as he wanted it for lube. In no time I was on the train and headed for town. He was a great fuck, he rimmed, fingered and fucked me for a good half an hour. It was like old times for me, my legs open and a strange cock in me and me enjoying every thrust of his gorgeous cock and the feel of his large balls slapping against my hole. As he blew I arched my back and worked his cock so hard with every muscle in my hole. As he pulled out he reached for the towel, which I quickly pushed aside and went to work to complete the job, cleaning his cock and balls and ensuring what never went in my hole went down my throat as I stuck my tongiue in his piss slit to make sure I got every filament of his seed in me. After some small talk he said ÿou want more". That was music to my ears as I certainly did want him to fuck me again. But, I was misreading what he was saying he meant did I want to fuck for a group. He got back on line and shortly said to me - another top is five minutes away - he wants you blindfolded on all fours. Just like old times I got really excited and knew I was in for a day getting banged. He blindfolded me and I heard the buzzer ring and he left me in the room while he went down to retrieve the top to fuck me. As they walked in he was tellin the top there were already two loads in me. The American slapped my arse and asked me to push some seed back for the top/. I obeyed. I could hear the sounds of undressing and within a minute or so I could feel a cock probing at my hole. In one thrust a good sized cock was buried to the hilt in me - and the hard fucking began and the yank cheered him on from the sidelines. "You like that cock piglet"and "fuck him hard"and "breed the cunt"and "make the pig squeal" were among his verbal onslaught. The top obviously loved it as he fucked me really hard digging his fingers into my hips before finally letting out a guttural groan and unloading in me. "pull it out and let the pig clean you up"the yank said. I immediately spun around and felt for his cock - it tasted wonderful with that lovely pungent taste of three seeds mixed on it. He left and the yank offered me a beer. I accepted as I was hot and bothered and then he told me had organised an Asian and white guy couple to come over and fuck me. He started fingering my sloppy cum filled hole and asked me if I was up for more cock. The dormant slut in me had risen fully and I was ready for the entire city to fuck me. I said yes. Within an hour they arrived the white guy about 50 salt and pepper hair and a hairy chest with a nice average uncut cock, his Asian partner slim, hairless, about 35, average cut cock and I immediately set to work getting them hard. The Asian guy fucked me first and within five minutes he was groaining and busting his nuts in me. His boyfriend immediately took over. The Asian boy walked to my head so I could clean him while his partner fucked me doggy style. After I cleaned the Asian up the yank stuffed his half hard meat in my mouth and I was relieved as I knew I was going to get another serve off him. "Hey piglet do you think you could take both our cocks" he asked. With a mouthful of his now hard thick cock I nodded yes. When they DP'd me I was in heaven, there is nothing nicer for a bottom pig than to feel that full of cock you feel like you are being split in two. I stayed as still as so I could keep both cocks in me as long as possible and let the tops fuck me how they wanted and in what position. The yank had the best of it as he was on top while the white guy was under me and after about five minutes the yank said Ï am going to breed your pig cunt" - he thrust hard and blew in me and all over the white guys cock in me. He slipped out and rolled on to my chest and the white guy pounded me for a few minutes before he too unloaded in me. I loved the verballing I got off both the white guy and the yank - they reminded me of what I was - a fucking cumdump pig. After I cleaned up all the cocks, I felt so complete, so happy and so used - but at the same time thrilled to be filled with loads. My yank friend said he had a dinner date and I got dressed - conscious of my dripping cunt and headed home to suburbia. When I got home I immediately put a butt plug in me to keep all the seed in me for as long as possible. Like all true cumdumps - I had a spring in my step.

It's well and truly summer here, and today I spent most of the time naked in my garden. I rather like being naked outside - and my garden is secluded enough for me to do that without bothering anybody, so why not? But the trouble with being naked in the sun is that it sets off all sorts of hormones, and before you know it you're desperately horny and craving a large, hard cock! So I found one and invited it and it's adjoined man over... I was naked on a blanket on the lawn when he arrived, ass in the air and legs apart so he had a full view of what was on offer. He seemed to approve, because fairly soon he was kneeling between my legs, lapping at my hole with a wet tongue... Damn, my hole needed that attention! It was literally twitching with horniness as his tongue passed over it again and again. I knew all I had to do was to take one sniff of poppers to become a willing little slut, begging for cock - but he was so good with his tongue that I tried to put it off for as long as possible. My entire ass crack was wet with his saliva when he started getting more insistent with his tongue, pressing it into my hole as he sucked on the rim, loosening me up and giving me a solid tongue-fucking! So good... I was pushing my ass up against his face and spreading my ass cheeks for him as I begged him to get that tongue as deep inside me as possible. He pulled me up to a doggy position and I could hear him unzip his trousers and start jerking his cock behind me, so I took three deep hits of poppers - and we all know what that does to me... I begged for that cock!!! But at first all I got was two fingers, as he kept jerking himself fully hard while finger-fucking me. I wanted that cock so badly... He had said online that it was "large" but that can mean so many things, depending on personal perception. Well, it FELT large when he finally rammed it inside me! One quick, hard push until he was balls-deep in me! Ouch... I've got to say, that hurt a lot, and by sheer reflex I moved a bit forward but he held my hips and made sure I couldn't get away from the cock I had begged for! He was the sort of fucker who just hammers away in a hole, keeping a firm grip on the bottom's hips so I couldn't get away from the severe ploughing. Not that I wanted to, of course; I had invited him over to fuck me, and fuck me he did! Oh, fuck, he fucked me! Hard and deep and relentlessly. And then he slowed down, but still with long, deep strokes until he finally moaned and I could feel his cum squirting out into my sore ass... So satisfying! I expected him to pull out, zip up and leave, but instead he stayed inside me for a while, softening only a little before he resumed fucking me! "Are you going to double-load me?", I asked, but he didn't reply. He just quickened the pace of his fucking to full jack-hammer level and within 5 minutes he deposited a second load in me. And THEN he pulled out, zipped up and left, and I was lying on a sunny lawn with cum leaking out of my ass...

I had a sex date this afternoon with one of my "regulars". He's a 40 year old, handsome, muscular jock with a 7" thick, uncut cock. That gets rock hard. He is a terrific rimmer. Gets my asshole all lubed up with saliva and ready for his cock to give me a deep, hard, pounding. He's been pounding me for several months. Each time is better and more intense. He fucked me twice and came inside me twice. I came without touching my cock, because his giant, swollen cockhead was rubbing my prostate just right. I left his place and drove to an adult bookstore because I needed fresh poppers. Of course, I had to visit the video arcade while I was there. Sucked off 2 guys in the 30 minutes I was there. One a young tourist that came very quickly. Then an older str8, black man. About 6'2" tall, 270lbs with a long bbc that took awhile to harden. But once he found the right str8 movie to view, leaned back and just enjoyed my worshiping his bbc and large, hairy balls, I finally had his long black didk fully hard in my mouth and after about 20 minutes of cock worship, he rewarded me with a load of hot cum. As I was leaving the bookstore I got a message on Grindr from a 30 year old black guy staying nearby at Circus Circus Hotel, which was very close to the bookstore I was leaving. I sat in the bookstore parking lot chatting back and forth with this handsome young black stud and sharing some pictures, back and forth. He finally gave me his room number at Circus Circus and told me that he would shower as I drove to his hotel and parked. When I knocked on his room door, he opened up wearing the white bathrobe provided by the hotel. He was tall, thin and quite good looking. I came into his room, quickly got rid of my clothes as he sat at the foot of his bed and opened his robe. His cock was pretty average sized. I was disappointed that the pics he had sent me might have been fakes. Because they were of a long, thick, hard, cut bbc. His was soft and not very big. But, I got on my knees, between his legs and began to suck. Well, he turned out to be a grower, not a shower. He wasn't even fully hard when he told me to kneel on the bed. I did, with my ass up, facing him. He dropped the robe and leaned down and spit a couple of times on my hole. He put his cock up to my cockhead and pushed in. His cock still wasn't fully hard, but as soon as he was all the way inside me, I could feel him quickly hardening, lengthening and thickening inside my ass. He turned out to be quite a good fuck. He would reach under me and tweek my tits as he fucked me. He was a silent fucker. But after about 10 minutes of hard fucking he said, "I'm gonna' cum. Where do you want it?" "In my ass", I said. He pumped even harder and faster, before letting out a soft moans as I could feel his cock throb. Emptying his balls into my raw ass. All in all, a pretty decent afternoon.

Saturday night is the best. It seems to pick up after 10 pm. No problems with raw fucking! As with all bathhouses it can be hit or miss so don't hold me responsible for it's a bust for you!

I want a hot little piss pup to play with.

It's been awhile but I've decided to start writing. I've been working on a four part series called Dorm Life. The first three parts are complete and part four should be done within the next two weeks. It's been fun to write and I hope you'll love it. Writing this has gotten me motivated to finish Austin which is partially done.

Having some SERIOUS IML withdrawals!

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would like to deepthjraot you, like that hot boy does with his boyfriend, i bought a didlo to try to deepthroat .. had only small cocks here ... your's seems so nice .. will do it thinking about you

Part 3: Once again my arm was tapped as one of the anonymous breeders prepared to infect my ass and veins. In a brief moment of clarity I wondered, “This was only my first night. What would day two be like?” My limp, drugged up and fucked out naked body had been roughly dropped on one of those big luggage carts you see at hotels. Shadow man - my anonymous host, drug benefactor, and pimp daddy laughed as he kicked my ankles, “Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times.” I would have said something smart assed if I had been able to, but the drugs still had me held tight in their grip and there was now duct tape over my mouth too. The opaque view of the world through the homemade plastic hood turned to black as shadow man slid the cart cover down over the top, hiding me from view. The rolling coffin rumbled down the hall as shadow man provided commentary, “We’re taking the service elevator down. This is how my homies and folks usually come in and out. I can turn the security cameras off and on and no one knows, plus only me and my boys got the keys, so keeps my shit private.” The service elevator creaked and moaned, whirred and stirred, as we dropped down to the floor where my room was located in the hotel. “Good morning Ma’am” shadow man said to someone as he rolled me down the hall. I could tell someone else was with us from the dangling of the keys on their belt even though they did not speak. A small beep, a click, a door opened, a bump as the cart was pushed over the door sill, the door whooshed closed, then silence until the lights were flicked on, and shadow man and his cohort stepped further into the room. “You sure we good?” the other man asked. Shadow man laughed, “How many fucking times we done this shit now? Trust me man. It’s all good. Now drag that faggedy ass out here, put his finger on the safe, and let’s clean this place out. Remember, don’t fucking leave him alone and your Jersey boy should be here in a minute. Once he’s done hit me on the walkie - then me and the boys will come back and roll him back up and get the setup done.” Still not convinced the other guy questioned, “What about DNA and shit? Shouldn’t we be worried?” Shadow man sighed, clearly frustrated, “Fuck no man. I know this is your first kidnapping and all but man the fuck up! This is a hotel room. You know how little this place gets washed and cleaned and the cops - even if they bother fucking looking and trust me they won’t as our man in the precinct always gets these cases - but even if by chance they did look they will find so much fucking DNA in here it won’t matter. Plus our reports will make it legit and then the bonus is your Jersey boy will use the cell from the bus station in Newark or some shit and you know we got the cab connect all down. Same old plan as always - only this time, he ain’t shipping out quite so fast.” I tried to wrap my head around all I had just heard - or imagined. I was not quite sure because of the drugs and all but it sounded like they were planning to set me up? Kidnap me? I grunted as I rolled off the luggage cart and onto the floor. I still had on the plastic hood, so could not see shit, and got a quick kick in the ribs for my effort. “Now, now, now,” shadow man scolded me as he cuffed me on the head, yanked me up by my arm, walked me forward then pushed me onto the bed. He turned to his associate, “Just make sure only his prints are on the syringes and that way it will prove he was junkied out when shit went down.” The door opened and closed, I was then pressed back against the bed as a burly body straddled me, “Give me that fucking arm. Time to dope you up. My Jersey boy comes through for them raw times and likes limp biscuit bitches to fuck. Here - wrap your fingers around this - don’t fucking fight me! There you go. Good. Good. Ok - get ready to spin out and embrace that good shit. You lucky that pussy is valuable as you sucking up all the good juice boxes.” I flopped back on the bed, high as shit. My face was sweating like hell in my plastic hood. It was so tight I could only wipe at the skin around my mouth and nose where shadow man had cut the X. There were slimy spots too, from nutt, or something. I didn’t really want to know. Yes I did! As the drugs kicked in my horny meter went into the red and I reached down to try to jack my withered dick. Useless. Fucking useless. How frustrating! I don’t get how guys can stand being spun out like this all the time and not even get hard. It was like my whole body was itching on the inside and I had no way to scratch. I couldn’t even fucking jerk off. My pointer sat on the bed and seductively rubbed my thigh, “Sucks huh?” he asked. Just then there was a knock at the door - three fast, then two slow. The door opened, a cloud of smoke filled the room, and a deep voice echoed off the walls, “Show me that boy clit if you want this potent nutt.” I rolled over and reached back to spread my cheeks and whether the next was said to me or my pointer I didn’t know, “This dope dick going to rape that ass good. You know anal raping ain’t cheating right? I can honestly look at my girl and truthfully say I ain’t cheated on her.” To me that seemed like denial, splitting of hairs, semantics, whatever, and then I wondered how I could think so clearly when I had just taken a syringe of some shit? I didn’t have long to ponder that question as the new, anonymous breeder pulled me to the end of the bed, flipped me like a pancake onto my back and lifted my legs up like he was changing a baby diaper, “I plan to take that hole - own it - remodel that house and do a complete tear down, break those walls, then leave it as a claptrap.” He jammed a couple sharp nailed fingers into my asshole, “Damn - that’s some phat gushy pussy. I plan to kill that meth whore hole with my Black Flag roach killer. Disrespect that ass. This that ghost dick - that Certified Pussy Pleaser. I got that young blood dick that digs deep - a big donkey cock and no tapping out til it’s flooded.” As he ranted on about how great he was, my pointer climbed up on the bed behind me, set his balls on my face, then the new guy said, “Hold them legs back and let me hear him gargle on that dick.” My legs were yanked back like a turkey wishbone, and then he said to me, “The only part of me you will feel is my meet in your pussy cum catcher as I wind up and toss you this pitch.” I cried out in pain as that black stallion busted through the gate and took off like he was trying to win the Kentucky Derby. A raw, brutal fuck later I was basking in the afterglow of a vein full of liquid sun and an ass full of liquid BBC juice. Anonymous hands guided me, then rolled me back onto the luggage cart, along with some blankets and other things - luggage? The cart trundled down the hall, the service elevator whirred and stirred, and back up on the 17th floor I was left standing in the middle of the model suite as shadow man roughly fingered my cummy hole. “So here’s how things go,” he explained. “Your room has been emptied out of all your shit a week early. You bill is unpaid. You skipped out during the night after a drug binge or whatever the fuck. Right about now my guys are filing a police report for all the damage to the room - broken furniture, holes in the walls, thousands of dollars of shit along with reports that you assaulted some of the staff with a knife along with threats to do bodily harm. So in addition to being a thief, destruction of property, there’s that whole nasty attempted murder shit too. A warrant will be issued and if you ever show your face, NYPD’s finest will cart you off to Riker’s then send you upstate quicker than the Easter Bunny hides a fucking egg. You understand me? Huh?” The last was emphasized as he grabbed the back of my neck and squeezed and shook hard like I was in the jaws of a pit bull. I was so fucking confused and even though I should have been more freaked about what he had said, all I could focus on was trying to get more dick and more drugs. Shadow man laughed, shoved me onto the couch, tied off my arm, and was tapping a vein as some other hand shoved some powder up my hole that scalded my skin off. “You sure that’s a good idea?” someone asked. My head rolled to the side, my tongue flapped out as shadow man laughed, “Every fucking day I will drive him to the edge of an O.D. and let him hang off the side of that cliff a bit. And well, if the cliff crumbles and he falls, that’s what Doc and these handy Narcan doses and other shit’s for.” Shadow man laid me on the couch so one of my legs was off the front. CLICK - HISS - CLICK - HISS - CLICK - HISS - he hit his pipe, the crack smoke casting a pallid blanket over me. Once the rock kicked in he got on top of me and angled his dick. The pressure and weight of his body felt so good, reassuring, and his big dick in my ass made me feel that was the way I wanted to be all the time. He wrapped his big arm under and around my neck and held me in a grip lock as he began to slowly long stroke my hole. “This is how shit’s going down this week,” he said. “Whether you stay awake or not, you’re being slutted out 24/7. I’m going to keep you high and cock crazed so all you are is my latest hoe flavor.” I must have said, “Huh,” or something and he continued, “Don’t you get it yet? I’m pimping you out. I’ll let ever nicca in the Big Apple that wants some of that hole climb the fuck in it and breed it, infect it, use it, abuse it, tear it up, throw it away. I got dozens of regulars who prefer my discrete one-stop-shop then going to some ABS or trap house where it’s hit or miss, they might be seen, and they can’t get the good dope that I sling so two birds - one stone - or one ass in this case.” I was impressed; this man had a solid business plan and had worked out all the angles. Then as he hit a spot extra deep I remembered, that oh yeah, the whole sex trafficking thing with me as the commodity. Yet, frankly, I felt a relief inside. For the first time in my life I had no inhibitions, did not worry about what some sweater queen might think, didn’t have to wonder if they liked my ass or not. It was all about getting in, getting off, getting high! I listened as shadow man kept thrusting and explaining how things worked, “My man handles the door and takes a slice off the loaf. Here’s your weekly planner: Monday: Today, I got those Wall street types who are coke heads and need their weekly pick up of dope and some raw ass on the side. They will believe whatever the fuck I tell them like you some clean suburban ass, first time in the city, and that they are the first raw dick you ever taken. Most will drop $200 to dump a raw load, which is nothing for them. Their wallets fat, but trust, I only let the big dick fuckers use the asses I line up. I got a special room for them. Oh you’ll probably get 6 or 7 during the morning rush, another dozen at lunch, more at C.O.B., so I expect a quick $6-8k off your ass today.” I had to interrupt him as I started cramping, but shadow man dismissed my pleas with a reference to the “Wall Street grimy freak” who would be there shortly and who pays premium for it super filthy and he would give me another shot to make sure once it kicks in, that would fucking clean me out for days quicker than Draino. With that out of the way, shadow man continued to deep stroke my hole, his dick swelling as he told me how he would pimp me out the rest of the week: “Tuesdays are for the thug homies with that diesel dick who can make it rain. A little dope, smoke, snow, and they get a private hour to use that side snatch. All them niccas be armed and dangerous so you gotta watch your mouth and what you do and fucking play along with any shit they want and they’ll leave that hole so sore you can’t walk. These guys all help move my product on the street and got their own crews. Next up, on Wednesdays we deal with the construction crews who just want some cum dump ass to fill up without hearing a bitch complain. You’ll be tied up with your ass sticking out of a gloryhole - gagged - and you’ll be nothing more than a white fleshlight meat puppet. With them, it’s all about the numbers and the 5-minute nutt and they don’t mind fucking a wet, sloppy pussy after another dude. You’ll get more dick that day than most folks do in a lifetime. A lot of these dudes direct sell for me - easy for them to get places without being seen as no one pays them any mind. Thursday the MOFO big dicked bandit street types will roll in. These guys are real gangbangers and like me, enjoy using a white bitch twitch and going balls to the wall for that extreme R&B - raping and breeding. Remember my buddy who choked you out? He’ll be back and he’s a lightweight compared to some. Ex-cons, sex offenders, repeat offenders, these folks are dudes I served with or that my probie cast my way as part of their ‘rehab’ back into society. They’re my muscle and enforcers on the street - guns and fists for hire and they might roll on you one-on-one or decide to go down some extreme shit path and gang rape you with no fucking limits. Don’t matter none to me as they still pay and I keep them stocked and happy. Friday we got you a repeat with the Legendary Cream Team - my Harlem homies. You held your own with them so we’ll do some double dipping. The homies are just a bunch DL brothas from the hood looking to chill, smoke, and bust a nutt with their power strokes- all bout dat life! YOLO! Saturday - Fuck! Saturday might the nastiest, freakiest, dirtiest shit of all going down - you hear me? You zoning out bitch? Here, I’ll wake you back up - feel that dick tickling your ivory? That’s better, now listen the fuck up. Saturday, I hook up the worst of the worst. All the homeless street hustlers who can’t even get a $5 John to take their bug infested dicks. We got the crack house drug addicts - all veiny and wasted who fill you up with so much fucking disease. In addition to whatever viral gifts they bring, I fence whatever shit they stolen that week so they might be short on cash but always good for some pretty good grabs. Even get the occasional car and shit. I keep their habits fixed - lower cut shit - but for them still better than what they can get and in turn they’re my army of eyes and ears on the street. They might be dirty and raggedy but they need a pussy too and don’t care how busted your hole is, how full of nut, how sick you are from being drugged out, or how much you stink from all those AIDs niccas laying up on you. Fuck, they be adding layers and dirt rings like you a Redwood Tree - coating you in chem sweat and piss, caking your body. Sunday, well Sunday is check out. When you nothing but an infected bag of AIDs and a fucked out whore, I sell you off like a puppy mill and then the next fag pussy comes along, rinse and repeat. I was busy trying to wrap my drug-addled mind around all shadow man had just told me when he squeezed his arm tighter around my neck, “YOU READY FOR THIS BBC NUTT? YOU FUCKING WHITE BITCH TWITCH! POZZING THAT WRECKED HOLE GOOD WITH THIS ANONYMOUS DICK. YOU WILL NEVER - EVER - FUCKING SEE MY FACE BUT YOU WILL FEEL ME AGAIN AND AGAIN. YOU WONT SEE ANY OF THEIR FACES - HUNDREDS OF MEN WILL FUCKING USE THAT ASS AND NOT A SINGLE FUCKING ONE WILL BE SEEN BY THOSE FAG PUSSY EYES. GOOD THING YOU KNOW HOW TO OBEY - OTHERWISE MIGHT HAVE HAD TO SEW THOSE PEEPERS SHUT. BEG FOR THIS NUTT - BEG FOR THIS POZ DICK - BEG FOR ME TO BREED YOU WITH AIDS CUM!! Hot pimp daddy nutt swam up my man womb, buried themselves deep, like only true POZ BBC cum can. Once he had finished, shadow man climbed off me and then told me to hold still as he jammed a needle roughly into my arm. “This shit will make you cramp up like you just got kicked by a donkey. Hold it until the Wall Street guy sticks his dick in your ass then go for it. I’m going to walk you into the hot tub. He’ll slam his dick in and fuck you senseless and let loose. He likes it as nasty as you can make it so no holding back.” Yeah, no worries on that front. A while later I was being showered down and cleaned off as the first Wall Street guy had gotten all he wanted and bred me good. I didn’t know if he was black, white, or what, but he had a monster dick and was a freak, so as the water ran down the plastic hood like a thunderstorm hitting roof tiles I moaned - eager to get my ass filled back up. Once I was clean, shadow man toweled me dry, sprayed some Axe or some shit on me, then had his buddy place his hands over my eyes as he sliced the plastic hood off. He quickly wiped my head down with a wet towel, then blow dryed it, then covered it right back up with a real leather hood - one that had holes for my nose, mouth, and ears, and a big fucking padlock at the back of the neck like I was a Public Storage Unit. CLICK - HISS - CLICK - HISS - the hot pipe smoke filled my lungs, hit after hit - then a needle burned into my veins and filled me up. “You ready to be a slut?” shadow man asked, “Ready for that hole to be used by every part of NYC society and filled with so much cum you won’t need to eat for a month?” I could only moan in agreement as the drugs kicked in and my ass craved some more dick. Today was Monday and I couldn’t wait for the rest of the week! (*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!)

I would never stealth anyone. I would tell him if I were poz. If he didn't want it, there are plenty who would love to receive it. As for being stealthed, I want to know if I'm getting a poz load. That would make the fuck even hotter.

back then was all about the aids look, nothing hotter than a muscle boy with ks lesions showing

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.

just want to clarify: that's since the start of the year, not since starting PreP. And you can add 27 more guys to it from my two days in Atlanta. Back home and ooking for more partners now. If I lived in Atlanta I'd easily have an average that was 2 or more partners a day.

Sorry boys. (I'm assuming this is all boys just like my college-level "Porn as Art" writing class who I've been stealing from.) I've been grading the class's final papers and, I have to say, the class has excelled at their assignment. (Taking each segment to its next logical level.) Their best "chapters" will be forthcoming shortly and I'll post them as soon as I proofread them. I'll avoid the "artsy" ones and give you just the nastiest of the bunch. If you're averse to violence I'd advise you stop reading now. This remedial class age average is nineteen, and maybe its video games or Game of Thrones, but their imaginations are astonishingly violent. I was shock but also left hornier then hell. The next installment, "Mike's" entry, was one I hardly got through. This little (gorgeous, 5'6" car mechanic) deviant left me somewhere between Tums sick-to-my-stomach and jacking off in my office, shades drawn. Hope you enjoy as much as I did!

Bike weeks can be LOADS of fun! I live in Daytona, and although not a biker, I love to go to biker events during Bike Week and Biketoberfest. Not knowing who is gay or straight, I never make the first move. Always hoping a biker will. This year during Bike Week a burly biker bear cam up to me and said woof. I woofed back at him. He asked if I liked biker cock up my ass, and said hell yea. He said great, and told me he was there with a buddy that loved to breed also to which I said bring it on. I was unable to host, but he said to get on his bike, we would find a discreet place to fuck. He found his buddy and we had a drink or two before heading out on his bike. While we were drinking, he grabbed my hand and pulled it to his crotch, and asked if I liked that. He was already semi hard, and it felt nice and thick. His buddy did the same, and was nicely hung also. I got on his bike, and he drove to a discreet wooded area, where we wasted no time in starting to breed. He ripped off my underwear, spit on my hole and drove it in balls deep. After he unloaded in me while up against a tree his buddy took my ass. After he loaded me, the first biker bred me again. After he dropped his second load up me, got on his bile and drove back to bar where we met. When I got off his bike, my cum had leaked on his seat. He "forced" me to lick the seat clean, and then sent me on my way!

I love what NLBear says about "pay attention and take cues from the top". My 'prime directive' is that everyone wants cum in the hole, so to help the top achieve that recognize he is commander and chief of making that happen. I love what rtpbbcub says about a demanding bottom. ANY imperative works against me. "Harder"and "Fuck me harder" suck! They show the bottom is trying to direct the action, which makes no sense if cum in the hole is the goal. Saying that shows the bottom cares more about how it feels to him than to the top. And there is an inherent criticism . . . what is my 7 1/2" mushroom-headed knob not enough? . . . at the LAST moment when a hard dicked top should be criticized. In fact for me, I dont like a bottom talking at all. I get in my head thinking about what I am doing . . . just the idea of it. . . . and the way my dick is feeling . . . and whether my cum is rising and my dick head swelling . . .all that hotness in my head taking me to the cum, and a bottom chattering away just distracts me. So I'll say "shh" gently or kiss a bottom when he opens his mouth. Or put my hand over it. Some guys might love dirty talk though, which is why his cues to you are ao important I have to add too that while some guys do not like a completely passive, no feedback bottom, I am very NOT fond of overactors, emoters, hams, drama bottoms. If it feels good, yay. But no need to push out a moan every stroke for my sake. Disingenuous writhing and screaming is a distraction! Be real. Be a supporting player, not the star.

I haven't posted anything in a while, but had a super sketchy bareback session Friday, and another this morning, so I just had to share. Work was slow on Friday so I was logged into all the sites during the day trying to line-up something after work. A guy contacted me on Manhunt, telling me he wanted to "breed me & give me his babies." He was speaking my language. After leaving work I went directly to his place and he answered the door wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else. He was a little taller than me, had nipple rings, tattoos, and was quite skinny, even gaunt, and, while I may have been fantasizing, I found myself wondering if he looked ill. His apartment was hot as hell as he had no air conditioning, so when he suggested I strip naked and make myself comfortable, I was more than willing. As I fumbled with my clothing, he fished a super long, super hot, uncut cock out of his jeans. Instantly I fell to my knees and sucked his cock, swirling my tongue all inside his foreskin. At one point he grabbed my hair, directing me to his asshole, instructing me to "Be a good piggy and eat my shithole." Of course I followed his command. He was sweaty smelled of musk, but I devoured his hole without hesitation. I'd like to think I can still taste and smell his scent. After some time he went back to fucking my mouth, eventually dumping his first load down my throat. I got to my feet and reached for my clothing, assuming he'd want to to immediately split, but instead he invited me to stay a while, and for the next hour or so we drank beer and smoked pot. We never got dressed, so after some time I started sucking his beautiful cock yet again. Before I knew it he was rock hard and fully amped, ready to go again. This time, however, he announced "You're gonna get fucked this time around." He offered me poppers so I took some hits. I should say I'm not crazy about what it does to my head, but it always relaxes my asshole. Instructing me to lay on my back on the couch, he positioned my feet against his shoulder and plowed right in. I would say he fucked me for like a good half hour straight, but honestly I'm not sure. All that I can distinctly recall is his fluid rhythm he maintained as he slammed his long cock into my depths. He had such an intense look on his face, but it was his words that really got me going. He kept calling me a piggy, and a cock whore, as he repeatedly asked phrases such as "You want my babies don't you? I'm gonna knock you up piggy. You want my seed?" And I know it could be all talk, but it could be the real deal too. Eventually he dumped his load in me, after which I eventually went home sore and full of cum. I tried getting in touch with him yesterday, but he never responded. Then early this morning I got a text that he wanted to "Breed me some more." I told him I had just awoken so I had to shower and get clean for him, but he told me not to bother, that I should just come as is. He answered the door wearing only a pair of shorts, I could see he was already hard and I could tell right away he was on something because of his eyes and his mannerisms. "Get inside and undress," he muttered, using a blunt tone which was more of an order than an invitation. When I had stripped he directed me into the bathroom and had me kneel in the tub, only for him to piss all over me, drenching me, and ordering me to open my mouth wide like a good piggy. After I had consumed quite a bit of his piss, he surprised me when he told me to stand in the tub, grab the safety bars, and he then pissed in my ass. Then he started fucking my hole. Since I hadn't gone to the bathroom yet this morning, and as he had essentially just given me a piss enema, things started to get a little messy, but this seemed only to get him even more excited as he pounded away. Eventually he withdrew from my ass, ordering me to suck him clean like a true piggy. I sucked his shitty, sweaty, pissy cock like my life depended on it, which pleased him very much. Eventually he had me lay on his back as he knelt between my legs, drilling me even harder than before, doing so with such force my ass bled a bit - which again only pleased him more. He started asking again if I wanted his seed and babies, muttering "I'm gonna get you pregnant and claim your ass." Then he blew his load inside my hole, pulled-out and ordered me to suck him clean. I could taste the sweat, piss, shit, blood and cum all mixed together. I had never had such a mix before. While I can't pretend it was delicious, it did make me feel special. It made me feel like a real bottom pig. It made me feel right. Now, I don't know if he had the bug, so I don't know if I now have the bug, I just know I am meant to be a bottom pig, and I'm not going to stop.

So here I am waiting in jail for my lawyer who will help me with Plan B to get us out of this. As being jail for a 5ft 5 100lb. openly fem twink boy has it’s problems. I’m in the general population so its open season on me, so by the time I see my lawyer I have been rape 3 times. First they skull fuck and me being Poz and not meds I will have some fun and play the part of being new, so I use my teeth on their dick to get in nice and raw and maybe some cuts will transfer my toxic seed into them. I know it’s very hard to Poz someone that way but it happens. So here I am getting skull fuck and getting my hole pounded as they don’t have much time as they pass me back and forth between the 3 of them. When they are finished they say I’m a good fuck and they will tell others and they will be back. My lawyer finally shows up and he can’t get me out on bail and Jerry is in Federal custody and he can’t get bail either. Plan B is now going into effect as I’m to do what I can to get out and tell the lawyer to tell the Feds and the State that I will testify against Jerry as long as I get off with no time. The Feds are willing to do this deal but the state says they want me to do 3 to 5 years, so I could be out in 2 years. The lawyer says take the deal so I do and it takes time so I have become the jail fuck boy and even some of the guards take their turn raping me, being the county jail cum slut has it’s privileges. County jail there are no rules or structure where a state prison does have gangs a leadership and rules. I’m lucky as the prison is run by a Latin gang and having a Mexican Mother will help me. The leader is Hector is Mexican so I set up a meeting after I get cleared to be in the general population. Hector knows about me and knows I turned on Jerry and does not like thous who turned, so I gave him some details of Plan B and how it will work, Hector says he will thing about. The next day after lunch 4 prisoners come up to me and beat the crap out of me. I spent 2 weeks in the prison hospital and when ask what happen by the guards all I say is I fell down the stairs witch they don’t believe as they say was it an initiation into one of the gangs and I keep saying the same thing I fell down the stairs.

No HIV positive guys - It was bound to happen It was a week before I was flying to reunite with Connor in New York City. Reunite. That really was the word. I felt like half of me was gone in another place. I could communicate with it, but it felt as if my legs were detached. My brain could tell myself to walk, but I couldn't feel the movement of walking. The hope of seeing Connor again and reconnecting the missing pieces, missing feelings was growing daily. I moved us into the new apartment with Ramon, Seth, John and Bradley. We ran into some of my neighbors while moving. Bradley knew a few of the guys. They were older, late 30s early 40s maybe. They invited us down for drinks once we finished. We were all exhausted after we moved everything. Seth and Ramon bailed on us. Bradley and John went home to change. An hour later John, Bradley and I knocked on my neighbor's door. There was some music playing and we could hear voices. It definitely sounded like a party. Bradley's friend took us inside and introduced us to a couple of people. Everyone was really nice. I was not wearing party/club clothes, but was instead in older running shorts, flip flops, and a tank top. I had just picked what was on the top of the garbage bag (classy, I know) and quickly dressed. I thought it was just drinks at the neighbor's place; not a party. I was a bit embarrassed that I was under-dressed. John told me not to worry, that I looked like the most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever. We laughed, especially since John is the most perfect WASP bottom boy ever. We were at the makeshift bar at this point and one of the guys said; "You're right. He is the most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever." I turned to see who it was and I was stunned. It was the guy who had given the lecture in psychology class my freshman year - the positive guy who said it's the other guy's fault if he doesn't ask my status or ask me to use a condom. My cock twitched. What the fuck was wrong with me. He introduced himself as Rob. He was sexier now than I remembered him. I didn't remember the nice pecs, the great biceps or the amazing smile. He was older, but he was so fucking hot. No wonder guys would forget to ask him to use condoms. We chatted for a bit while I drank my first cocktail. John chatted with Rob's friends. Bradley scouted for his older bottom guy for the evening. We had arrived a little around 8pm. By 10pm guys were thinning out to go to the bars, but most of the crowd stayed. Bradley peaced out with a very well dressed man on his arm. John and I both rolled our eyes - Bradley's type is so expected. It's as if an archetype just keeps churning these guys out to sit on Bradley's cock. I was decently tipsy because I hadn't eaten and had moved furniture all day. I had now been drinking for about 2 hours. The host came into the back yard and asked if a few of us would run to the corner store to buy some vodka. Rob was near me and said he would go and said he would take the "most perfect Jewish bottom boy ever" with him. He looked at me and said, "You moved today. At least I know you can carry things without breaking them." Off we went. It was about a 6 block walk. Rob asked me a lot about myself on the way to the store. He also hit on me blatantly. He told me what a tease I was wearing an outfit that barely covered anything. In truth, my tank top reached almost down to the hem of my shorts so at times it looked like I wasn't wearing any shorts. John had also told me that he cold see my underwear up my leg hole when I sat down earlier at the party. So I just stood the rest of the time. I guess I was dressed like a slut. I tried to explain that I had a boyfriend, had just moved, grabbed what was on top of the bag, didn't know it was a party, etc. Rob listened and then leaned close to me and said, "You are still making me hard you perfect Jewish bottom boy." He asked if I was a bottom. I told him I was. He asked if John was my boyfriend and I laughed and said "No, he's another bottom boy." Rob said, "I bet he'll have some guy's cock up his ass by the time we get back to the party." I explained what a "good boy" John was and how he always made me feel slutty because he would never do things like go to a party and end up getting fucked by a guy he just met there. Rob caught that immediately. He said, "But you have gone to parties and been fucked by guys you met there." I blushed. About a block from the store there was an area with old growth trees that blocked the street lights. It was darker than other areas along the main street. Rob pushed me up against the tree and kissed me. He pushed his body against me and I could feel his hard cock on my thigh. I opened my mouth for him. He invaded my mouth. His hands slipped onto my ass and he said, "Plump ass." He slipped his hands down the back of my shorts and I was wearing a jock strap. He said, "Slutty most perfect Jewish bottom boy wearing easy access jock strap." I kissed him and felt his chest and biceps. He was a well built guy. I felt his cock. It was a good cock - 7", but thick in the right way. I unzipped his pants and took his cock out. I dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock. I was such a fucking slut. I wanted this cock. I knew he was HIV positive and I didn't care. I was on the sidewalk sucking off a guy I had just met at a party. He must've been horny because he did not hold back. I was quickly swallowing his load. He said, "Good boy. I'll have to try that ass later." We got the vodka and headed back to the party. We had probably been gone 30-40 minutes. When we got back the party was probably down to 12-15 guys, including us. I put the vodka in the kitchen and went to find John. This was a typical one story New Orleans house - not a shotgun house; but a typical layout with bedrooms opposite the main living areas and the kitchen in the back leading out to the backyard. I looked through the living areas, checked the backyard, and then the bathroom. There was a guy I had seen speaking with John earlier coming out of the bathroom. I asked if he had seen John. The guy nodded his head to one of the bedroom doors and said, "He's fun." I laughed and said, "I know right." I opened the door to the bedroom. There was John bent over the bed naked getting spitroasted. One guy was fucking his ass while he was sucking another guy's dick. I made a move to check on him and make sure he wasn't being raped. As I stepped closer, I saw that John was drunk but definitely working that cock in his mouth with all his effort. I heard Rob say, "Told you." I turned and Rob was in the doorway. I was kinda turned on by the scene, but also really surprised. I started to leave the room. Rob stopped me and turned me around. He stood me in front of him and had me watch the sex scene. The guy fucking John said he was getting close and John said, "Cum on my back." The guy fucking him pulled his cock out, ripped off the condom, and jerked his load all over John's back. The guy in front then went to fuck John's ass. He put his cock at John's hole and John handed him a condom. "No glove. No love," John said. I relaxed a bit. John may be slutting around, but he was still being safe, per usual. Safe sex poster boy John. He really was a good boy. What was wrong with me. I craved bareback sex. I was actually less turned on my the baseball player shaped hunk plowing WASPy twink John's ass because he was using a condom. I actually felt my cock get softer. I looked at Rob and said, "Want another drink?" We left the bedroom, closed the door and headed to the kitchen. I poured a vodka cranberry and stepped outside. Rob didn't leave my side. He said, "You're right. Your friend is a good boy. He's giving his ass up just like a good bottom boy should." I said, "I know right. He's almost too good. Like I said, he makes me feel like the slutty one most of the time." Rob laughed out loud and hard. He said, "Really? Your friend is in a stranger's bedroom, getting fucked by multiple guys, and doesn't look like he's going to stop anytime soon. All you've done is suck my cock and swallow my load. I think he's taking the slutty prize tonight." I drank some of my drink, wanting to get drunk. Wanting to just say that "I'm sluttier because they wouldn't be using condoms to fuck me. I'm sluttier because I wouldn't stop once we ran out of condoms. I'm sluttier because I love when a guy cums in my ass." But I just stood there and drank my drink. Rob looked at me. He handed me his drink and said he would get himself another. When Rob came back he asked if that was the first time I ever saw John getting fucked. I laughed and told him that John and I met at a party both getting fucked over the same bed. Rob took an ice cube and ran it up the back of my shirt along my spine. I squirmed. He laughed and said stand still. He slipped the ice cube down my ass crack and against my hole. In all the sex I'd ever had with Justin or Connor or Eli or anyone else; I'd never had someone do that before. He pushed and I thought my body would react my tensing up against the cold. Instead my ass popped open and he slipped the small, rapidly reducing ice cube up my ass hole. I was surprised. He did it a few more times. Then I realized I needed to push out all the water or it would all leak out of my ass and down my leg. I went to the bathroom, embarrassed, and sat on the toilet pushing out some water. Luckily, I had cleaned out before I left the house because I thought I would have a couple of drinks and come home and jerk off with a vibrator. I cleaned up, opened the door and Rob was standing there. He asked if I was all clean. He smiled and took a drink. I said that I was. He asked if I wanted to leave. I said, "Not yet. I want to check on John, make sure he is okay, and finish my drink." I wanted Rob, especially after that fucking crazy ass ice trick; but I knew he was HIV positive and I was in no rush to ride his cock. He turned me on so much, but I knew I would be betraying Connor again. And this time I could really hurt him. I was in no rush. If Rob grew bored of me or thought I was a tease, so be it. I opened the bedroom door. The baseball player hunk was laying on the bed obviously in post coital glow. John was sucking off another guy. I went in and sat on the bed. I gave John a questioning look. He leaned over while still jacking the guy off and said, "I'm out of condoms and the host says he doesn't have any more. I'll get this guy off and then I'm ready to go if you want." I said, "Ok. I'll be in the backyard." I went out, shut the door, refreshed my drink and went outside. Rob was sitting in a lawn chair talking with the host. I went over to them. The host asked if John was cool. I said, "He's having fun. Says you are out of condoms though and he's ready to go." Rob almost choked on his drink. He looked at the host and said, "I didn't even know you had condoms." The host looked at Rob warily and said, "Of course I do, but I'm honestly out. And John is out of his own. Either he's getting fucked bareback or he's not getting fucked anymore tonight." I said, "What if other guys want to hookup?" The host said, "My friends don't usually end up with a twink taking multiple cocks in my bed so I wasn't prepared for it." We all laughed. Rob slipped his hand up my shorts leg. I naturally spread my legs. His finger found my hole. He rubbed my wet ass and tried to slip a finger in me. It went in some, but not much. The host asked me if I wanted to hang out after John left. I said sure. John came out in the backyard almost on cue. He said he was ready to go and the baseball player hunk was going to take him home. We hugged and I told him I was going to finish my drink and head out. The host walked them out. He went inside and came out with the guy John had been sucking off. The host said, "One friend is passed out in the guest room. It's just the four of us and I locked the front door. I'm too tired if more people show up/come back." We all laughed. Rob pulled me into his lap. I sat there and spread my legs over his so they were laying outside his thighs. I leaned back against him and drank my drink. The host and the other guest sat in chairs facing us and we all chatted. The host asked if I smoked pot. I said I did and he went inside and came out with a small tray with a few boxes on it. In one there were rolling papers and in another one pot. He rolled a joint and we all smoked. I was really relaxed now. Rob told me to tell them about how John and I met while both getting fucked over the same bed at a party. I told the story. As I did, I could feel Rob's cock growing against my ass. He pushed off my tank top and said, "You've been teasing us with your body all night. Let us see some of it." I let him take it off me. I was drunk, horny, and high and my cock was getting hard in my old running shorts. The other guest said, "Zach, I can see your underwear. I'm guessing you wore those shorts hoping we would see up the legs." I tried to protest that I didn't know it was a party and it was just the stuff on the top of the bag. The guest slipped his hand up the leg of my shorts and said, "Don't worry man. You already saw my cock. Showing off your stuff won't shock us." I felt his hand rub my crotch and he asked, "Jockstrap?" I nodded. He said, "What did John call you?" Rob answered, "John called Zach the most perfect Jewish bottom boy." The host asked, "Are you?" I blushed and drunkenly said I was. Rob said, "You wear a jockstrap when you want to get fucked don't you?" I said, "I wear one almost every day." Rob asked I've I'd been fucked yet today. I said I hadn't. The host said, "But you want to get fucked don't you." I said, "Yes." Rob stood me up and slid the running shorts down my legs. I stepped out of them. I looked back at him and kissed him. I undid his pants and took out his cock. I bent over to suck his dick, showing the other guys my ass framed by the jockstrap. I felt their hands on my ass. I then felt some slickness on my ass as one of the guys put some lubed my ass. I heard clothes dropping to the ground. I felt fingers ease into my ass. It wasn't long before there were three fingers inside me. I heard one of the guys say, "Sweet ass." The fingers were removed. I felt a cock head push at my hole. He pushed and it hurt a bit. The angle was wrong. I came up off the Rob's cock, said "more lube," and then grabbed the bare cock and aimed it at my ass. The cock slid right inside me. I knew without a doubt that one of these older guys was in me bareback right now. I had felt his bare cock when I lined it up to my hole. He called me a hot slut as he fucked me. He kept asking me how I liked his dick. I would either say it felt great or I would mumble something around Rob's cock. I heard the guy say he was going to cum. As I was trained to do, I popped my head up off Rob's cock and said, "Do it! Cum in me." The guy blew his load in my ass and I went back to sucking Rob's cock. The second guy slid his cock in me next and I knew he was bareback too. Another guy whose name I didn't know and whose status I hadn't asked. I knew he was in me bareback because there weren't anymore condoms in the house. He rode me for maybe 3 minutes before his cock blew in my ass. He withdrew. I turned around and saw both guys walking into the house. I didn't know which order they'd fucked me in. But now I was lowering myself onto Rob's cock. Rob's cock. I knew he was positive because he had spoken to my class. I knew I hadn't discussed HIV status with him. I knew neither of us had condoms. I knew his raw cock was sliding inside my hole as I was thinking all these thoughts. I was riding his cock and jerking mine. I was thinking about how Rob said it was my responsibility to ask about HIV status and how it was my responsibility to ask him to use a condom. I was thinking I wanted his cum in my ass. His positive cum. This man who made me rock hard telling me how irresponsible I had been in my freshman psychology class now had his raw cock inside me. I squeezed my ass and his friends' cum lubed him more as it slid out my ass and around his cock. I rode him harder as I was getting closer to cumming. I told him I was going to cum soon. He said he was too. I got so turned on thinking about it that I started cumming and almost screamed, "Do it! Cum in my ass." Rob pulled me down on his cock's full length and exploded inside me. His positive cum was inside my ass. FUCK! I slipped off Rob's cock and laid on the grass. Rob looked at me and then got on the grass with me. He said, "You really are the most perfect Jewish bottom boy and you have an amazing ass." He slipped a finger inside me as we laid there. He said, "Your ass is so wet with our cum. You like getting cum in your ass don't you?" I said I did. We just laid there. He ruminated a bit and said something about Tulane. I said, "You spoke to my psychology class my freshman year." He said, "Oh really?" I said yes and told him what I remembered about his talk. He said, "But you didn't ask my status or ask me to use a condom." I said, "I know." He said, "Most of the guys I fuck from those classes seek me out. They never ask my status. They know it. They never ask me to use a condom." I was a bit surprised. As he slipped his hard cock back into my well fucked ass he said, "That's why I've been giving those talks for years. And I always will. So many of you college boys want my poz cock that I never lack a hot young ass to fuck." I moaned as he fucked me. This time he lasted longer, but after about ten minutes I was begging him for another poz load. Once I left the house, I felt incredibly guilty. What had I just done to Connor? What had I just done to myself?

I did not know Jerry had left the room as I was only interested in fucking Nick and kissing this beautiful body and injecting my toxic loads into Nick hole.Jerry comes back in as I did not see him leave but Jerry tell me to tie off Nicks arm as Jerry has a slam for him.I look in Nick eyes as the needle in put in his arm , I see the flash of blood and then Nick is gasping for his breath as Jerry pushes me aside and grabs Nick, puts him on his stomach and tells me to tie his ankles to the bed post as Jerry spreads Nick ass cheeks and says to me you did very good but Nick hole is leaking cum and it must be push back in deep and Jerry dick can do that easy. Jerry just rams his monster dick in Jerry hole and fuck as hard and as fast as he can and Nick is moaning in pleasure now instead of the screams when Jerry first fuck Nick virgin hole. I look in Nicks face and see he is enjoying this and Jerry is grunting as his toxic load goes deep, Jerry is just laying on top of Nick till his dick is not rock hard, as he pulls out I start to clean Jerry dick off but he pushes me away as he unties Nick and gives it to Nick to clean off. Nick go to that dick like he has been a PIG all his life and when Jerry is hard again Nick hole takes another assault from Jerry. Jerry has to show Nick that no one is looking for him and his parents don’t give a shit where Nick is much less care. As Jerry bug Nick house he is shown that he parents have not called the police , his high school has not ask where Nick is. Jerry tells Nick we are the only one’s who really cares for him. After 2 weeks of this Nick is convinced we are right as we are on a time line to make Nick shows up at the 100 parts can test NEGATIVE.

The Stables (Part 2) “Oh fuck…. oh God….. sweet fucking Jesus…. fuck me harder…” Greg moaned. The invading cock painfully penetrated his body, still he struggled to push himself onto the hard piece of flesh, determined to give the guy in the other booth the best possible experience. Greg also took pleasure in knowing the man penetrating his ass would shoot a big load into his body. The barback also worked to assist Greg in accommodating the full length of the invading cock, applying lube and some gentle pressure to Greg's body, and sure enough, before too terribly long Greg felt the cold wooden wall against his ass cheeks, a sensation that brought a real sense of achievement to him. The top, meanwhile, realizing he had reached full-depth, vigorously churned his rock-solid cock into the accommodating cunt, mumbling "Fuck, man, nice - your virgin pussy is so fucking tight.” Greg could hear other voices encouraging the stallion to increase the speed, calling out ‘Wreck his cunt’ and ‘Make him bleed’ and ‘Use him like the whore he is' were tossed about. ’ they cheered. By this point Greg was breathing heavily, and truthfully wished the experience didn't hurt so much, but he considered by advice the barback offered, that by the fourth or fifth dick the pain would subside, and he would readily be able to accommodate the biggest dick. Taking comfort in the advice Greg voluntarily reached behind himself, forcibly separated his cheeks, thereby allowing the stallion's cock to slip in just a bit deeper. “You stupid whore, I’m gonna spray my poz load into you soon” the guy on the other side grunted, adding “Come on, milk my cock. Use your greedy cunt to pull the poz load out of my balls.” Greg felt the stallion's cock punching in and out of his twat, and it seemed as if the top was loosing his self control, a suspicion which was ratified when the stallion groaned and snorted loudly, announcing “I’m shooting my junk into you, you whore… Do you feel my dirty cum, bitch?” The barback smiled, giving Greg a thumb up for a great job, also admonishing him to remain still for a minute or so, allowing the stallion's balls sufficient time to shoot their entire load into Greg's hole. Greg complied, standing still, his ass chute centered on the hole in the wall. After the guy withdrew his cock from Greg’s cunt, the twink turned around and knelt in front of the hole, thanking the poz fucker for his cum saying “Thanks for giving me your poz load, Sir. Feel free to reload me anytime.” Tom, the barback, couldn’t believe it. He watched the boy kneeling in front of the glory hole, thanking the first AIDs bloke to demolish his cunt. He almost felt sorry for him, that he and his buddies had taken advantage of an innocent in this fashion. Tom had worked as a barback for two years, but had never experienced a scenario such as that in which he had just participated. Tom, like virtually every man with whom he crossed paths, knew about the risks of bareback sex. Still, Tom considered, there are always guys who are completely innocent and inexperienced - such as the mare in the booth. This feeling didn’t last long, as another cock pushed through the glory hole and a grumpy voice told Gregory to stop this fucking advertisement and get his twat back to the glory hole and onto his cock. Greg was excited feeling the next guy required attention to his cock and so he got up and turned around. He reached for the dick behind him and led it to his freshly pozzed cunt. This time the pain was more bearable this time. Greg’s eyes were closed while he enjoyed the feeling of being fully stuffed again. The bartender told him, he had to take care of other things outside, but would be back later on. Outside he saw the fucker, who just unloaded his toxic seed into the adolescent guy. He was talking to some pals about the slut they were corrupting right now. Tom congratulated him for the great job and saw the bloody streaks on the still semi hard cock. “I hope, you don’t mind” he said and knelt down in front of the bloke, starting to lick the virgins ass juices away from the dick. He loved to taste the innocent boy’s ass for the very last time. Everything was going as planned. Meanwhile the second guy ripped Greg’s cunt open mercilessly. With the first deposit he had enough lube to fuck the whore. “Slut - Push your ass against the wall bitch… where are you going? I said, against the wall you low life. Don’t make me come over there. That’s better, dick ditch,” the guy snorted obscenely. The fellow enjoyed Greg's tight slit and concentrated on his mission to damage the mare on the other side of the partition so a different strain would get a chance to contaminate the young mare. He knew once his venom would be in his victim another guy would work his cum into the slut’s system. He wouldn’t know what had hit him….. Greg tried his best to satisfy the stallion, now convinced he had been born expressly to be on the receiving end. He wanted to actually move his ass, but it seemed to be the best to keep his asshole close to the wall and let the dude take all the action. He tried to imagine the guy on the other side, but in the end it was not important. He was just another hole - right next to the hole in the wall. Greg gasped for air. The guy on the other side hammered his prick hard into Greg’s body, which lead Greg to beg “Fuck me harder. It hurts so good man.“ “Yeah… I will seed you with my cum. You deserve it” the guy on the other side chuckled, adding “Do you want me to breed you now bitch?” “Yeah man…. breed me. Give me your load man…. Give me your fucking load please.” Greg begged. He got his wish when his ass was flooded with hot and sticky cum, while the stallion on the other side of the partition wall cursed loudly. That morning Greg hadn't been truly certain that his decision to seek-out The Stable had been the right decision, but at least at this moment Greg was convinced he existed solely to get fucked. Even as the stallion in his ass was pumping his poz load into his ass, Greg couldn’t wait to get another cock up his cunt. Oh, and his cunt was already leaking. It felt great…

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

ive encouraged poz men to fill me lol i've lied to poz men, told them i'm on prep, because they wouldn't fuck me otherwise. i had a breeding beardaddy tell me as he blew that he was poz but we had been flirting with each other about the obvious fact that his pig cock was poz so i wasn't surprised, just excited he admitted it, so i pulled his dick deeper inside as he shot. he fell in love with me after that, since nobody else was so willing.. or sexy.. looking deep in his piggy little eyes.. wanting to ruin me with his pals... hehehe ^.' growl growl

Epilogue and Conclusion: Another product launch for the company. Another launch party. First big product launch we've had in over six months. My mind, however, wasn't on the product. Instead my eye was on a guy attending the party. He was in his mid-30’s, blonde, blue eyes, nice tan, great ass proudly on display in slacks that are just ever so slightly too tight. We had been cruising each other all night and I was determined to get my POZ load into that ass. But I'd lost him in the crowd. Six months had passed since I tested positive and since I broke-up with Brian. He tested positive a month after my positive results, and never forgave me. His issue, not mine. I hadn't seen Brian since I picked-up the last of my stuff. In any event, I thought it safe to say that "The Jordan Affair," as I've come to call it, changed me in more ways than one. I circled the room looking for the pretty prey on whom I'd my eye, the blond with the hot ass, when amidst the crowd I saw a familiar face, that of Daniel Holstrom. I can remember my dislike of Daniel when we first met, but I could honestly say I now understood him, and consequently was pleased to see him. My search for my prey could wait for a few minutes while I said hello to an old friend. “Eric!” Daniel called out when he saw me, a big smile on his face. “Daniel. Good to see you as always.” He leans close and whispers conspiratorially. “You’ve been looking very determined tonight. You have your eye on some pretty toy then?” “Indeed I do. If you were gay, you would be drooling over his ass.” I whisper back. “Heaven forbid! I’m quite happy with the ladies,” he replied with a chuckle. At that moment someone stepped behind me, and, seeing the man, Daniel introduced us, saying “Ah… I think you know my son.” I look up to the newcomer and my heart skipped a beat. The face was different but I knew him, and he was definitely not someone with whom I expected to cross paths. It was Jordan. The disease had progressed. His face was gaunt, his eyes slightly sunken, his body not as firm. Although his collar somewhat obscured it, I could see a lesion on his neck. Some might say he had lost his looks, but not to me. But he was still beautiful, alluring, sexy. Looking at him, I saw my future. 'How long have I?' I wondered. “Wait," I stammered, asking “Did you say he’s your son?” Daniel laughed. "You never told him?" Jordan shrugged, replying "Guess I never got around to it." "Well. You two catch up. With you mother away, Jordan, I don't plan on going home alone." Jordan laughed "Have fun, Dad." As Daniel stepped away, Jordan turned to me with a smile and whispered, almost proudly, “The dirty old bastard.” Pulling Jordan into a hug, I quietly remarked "Great to see you," adding "How are you doing?" "Been in the hospital a few times, so I'm still alive. For now. How about you?" I had spent six months planning what to say if I saw Jordan again, so I had a reply on the ready ”I guess I got lucky somehow. They have me on meds and it seems to be keeping the virus under control.” He staggered, almost as if struck. "Really? Nothing has worked for me and I've tried cocktail after cocktail." He is silent for a moment. When he speaks, his voice is shaking. His bravado is gone. "You know, I was 21 when I was first diagnosed a year and a half ago. I was so angry that I decided to pull as many people down with me as I can. That is why I targeted you. Why I pozzed you. Why I wanted to ruin your marriage." I listen but don't reply. This may be the first time I've seen the real Jordan. "They think I'm running out of time." He continues. "One of these days the virus will win. I'll ...I'll be gone. Maybe that's part of it too. Maybe I've thought of the virus as something that would carry on after me. A kind of immortality." He seems genuinely shattered by my statement, wondering how it is possible that I am responding to treatment and he is not. I hide my pleasure at my revenge. It is petty of me, perhaps, but it is a little payment for all the pain he caused. Then the moment is gone. He shakes himself and it is almost like the old Jordan is back. Almost. The uncertainty and doubt is not quite hidden in his eyes as he smiles at me. "No hard feelings then?" "Fuck no. You were right. You set me free from the lies I was telling myself. I've been fucking more than I ever have in my life. Thank you!” I smile lasciviously. "In fact, I have to say, I'm as hard as a rock just seeing you. Would love you to fuck me again one of these days... . " "That can be arranged." We trade numbers. I will honestly call him, despite all that happened, and hopefully get more of that big cock. He is an incredible fuck. But I already have a plan for tonight. I've found my selected prey -- the blond with the hot ass -- across the room and I don't want to lose him again. I give Jordan another hug then weave through the crowd to the blond. “Enjoying the event?” I ask as I casually stroll over and stand by the blond. “It’s ok.” He doesn’t sound all that interested in the event but his eyes linger on my that second or so too long. Maybe not all that interested in the event or the product… but he is interested in something else. “I’m Eric.” “David.” He gives me a big smile. ************************************************************************************************************************ An hour later and I have the blond back at my place and lead him to my bedroom. He seems a bit naive … and not really too bright. Easy to manipulate. Just the way I like them. I spend some time working him up, getting him so horny his is thinking with his cock, with his hole, and not with his brain. Kissing, playing with his chest and nipples, gently running my fingers down that hot ass, pressing my very hard cock against his body. I take his shirt off have him lay down on my bed. I massage his back, bending over to kiss his neck. He’s squirming under me. I have him unfasten his belt and then help him slide his pants down… and off. So I can continue my massage, of course. My first clear view of his ass. Fuck. It is as amazing as I had expected. I’m going to enjoy this. What is his name again? Oh, that’s right, David. “Your ass is beautiful, David.” He likes that, likes being complimented on his ass. My massage evolves slowly. Kneading his bubble butt. Prying the two melon halves apart…. I get my first glimpse of his hole and just the faintest whiff of his musk. Teasing his tight ring. Rimming his ass. Hot. Tasty. His hole is pulsing beneath me. I’m rock hard. My kisses trace up his back again as I move my cock into position at his hole. His pucker is kissing my cock. Begging me to put it inside him. “Do you have a condom?” He asks. I make a play like I’m reaching for one in the bedside drawer. “I was sure i had some here.” I lie. He moans beneath me. “I really want you inside me but I only play safe.” Hmm. Even better then. I’m about to really break in new territory. These things are easy to overcome. “That’s ok.” I whisper. “I always play safe as well. Just don’t have any condoms. tonight” I kiss his neck again. My cock stays just outside his hole. Just barely touching. Teasing him. Ready to strike. Like any bottom, he is squirming in desperation to get a cock inside. “Damn. This sucks.” I moan. “I really wanted to be inside you tonight.” I can feel his resistance waiver as I play him like a fiddle. Kissing his neck. My fingers just barely touching him as they trace up his hips. “Maybe I can just go in a bit - just the head - and then pull out…” There is a long pause. “Are you… clean?” He finally asks and I know I’ve won. “Yeah. I’m clean.” Sure I am. I showered right before the launch event. He says nothing. But his thighs spread slightly, opening the way for me. Giving me his consent. I push forward slightly and his ass opens for me. The tip of my cock is enveloped in his warm and wet hole. “Oh you feel so good.” I tell him. I make the tiniest motions I can. Infinitesimal moves in and out of his hole. Teasing him. Making him want more. He doesn’t even realise he is starting to push back into my fuck. My head slides further in. Half way. Three quarters. Pop! My head slips inside him. His ass is working my cock. The blond may “safe sex only” but he is no virgin. He knows how to work his ass. “Just a bit more?” I ask. “Ok.. just a bit.” His mind is still trying to maintain control but his ass is winning. It knows what it wants. I work my shaft deeper. “Is that OK?” He is panting in heat. “Yeah… fuck me. Please fuck me.” Another pause. “Just don’t cum inside me.” I pick up my pace. Sliding deeper. Deeper. He opens for me. Takes me willingly. My cock was now balls deep in his ass, bare as god intended, his ass working my shaft as I thrust, milking me. He is starting to ramble. “Oh my fuck! That is amazing. It feels so good.” His mind finally surrendering completely to the desires of his hole. Like all men, a slut. A slut who will do anything for a fuck. It’s time to seal the deal. To breed him. I’m pounding him. My balls slapping his ass. “Oh man, your ass is so hot… it is really working me! Fuck… I can't stop! I’m cumming!” I push deep and my cock throbs inside him. Firing wave after wave of my seed into his willing hole. The sweet release of loading up his neg ass with my TOXIC cum makes the whole experience even more amazing. Finally, I am spent. I collapse on his back, pushing him flat on the bed, my cock softening. "That was so hot." I tell David. I kiss his neck. I want to keep my cum in him as long as possible. Give it time to seep in. Take hold. If successful, he will be the seventh guy I've converted including Brian. Plus, if I can keep him here for a bit, keep him lost in the sensations, I'm sure I can give him another load. My mind drifts back to my encounter with Jordan earlier. To the lie I had told him. The lie about my virus being under control. There has been no successful treatment for me. Our virus - mine, Jordan’s, Glen’s, the guys we have breed and converted - is resistant to everything on the market. My viral load is uncontrolled. My CD4's continue to drop. Jordan has given me a death sentence. And I've accepted that. But, like Jordan, perhaps I am seeking to cheat death. To ensure some part of myself that will live on and thrive. My cock is getting hard again in this hole that has given itself to me. This hole I will load and convert. Passing some of my DNA on to survive when I am gone. A perverse kind of immortality. - End -

To Sam_puppy and Npguy: don't look a gift horse in the mouth. None of us get paid to write this. We all have lives that can get busy or complex. (Often times, we have to do extensive field research for these stories...) Sometimes we write ourselves into a corner, and need to abandon the storyline. if you want a complete, edited and proofread story before all the chapters are posted, well, you will need to be very very very patient. There are a lot of stories I wish would have continued, but for whatever reason, the author has moved on, either to other stories or other things. I am just thankful my favorite authors have shared a some of their fantasies and hope every day that they come back written something new to share. From my own perspective, complaining is the best way extinguish what little motivation I have to write after a long day. Before you complain again, try writing one yourself.