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INTRO Mitch grabbed the pretentious twink by the neck and shoved him up against the wall next to the door. “That’s it boy, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. Things are going to change around here starting right now. You got that Brandon?” he yelled at the drunken eighteen-year-old blond boy. Brandon tried to say something but was not able to get out more than a groan of pain with Mitch choking him. Mitch spat into the boy’s face, “You are a worthless piece of shit, just like your father said you were when he dumped you on me. I’ve tried to give you a chance to show you could be a decent person and a responsible adult, but you’re just a spoiled brat that uses people. Well punk, your luck has finally run out.” Jackson, an old friend from high school and college, as well as partner in a tech company they had sold a decade ago for a multi-million dollar payday, had called up Mitch a couple weeks ago asking for a huge favor. Jackson’s son, Brandon or Bran for short after the character from the Game of Thrones novel, would be going to college in the San Francisco bay area starting in the fall, but Jackson was worried about the boy. Bran’s mother, who was divorced from Jackson, had spoiled the boy rotten, using just a portion of the generous child support payments Jackson was ordered to pay as part of the divorce settlement. Jackson had no problem with his son being gay since Mitch had been one of his best friends for most of his life. It was obvious from a young age that Bran was queer and Jackson had many conversations with Mitch over the years about the boy. What Jackson could not stand though, was that Brandon had grown up to be a stuck up, spoiled, pretentious asshole. Jackson blamed himself for some of it since he had not fought that hard to retain custody of his son when he divorced his wife. So he had asked Mitch for a favor. He asked Mitch to take the boy in for the summer before college and try to reform the boy before he would move into campus housing for his freshman year. Mitch had met the boy several times previously, including a week before the phone call when he attended the boy’s graduation down in southern California. Mitch had agreed to take the boy in on the one condition that he had total authority to do whatever he felt was needed. To that end he asked Jackson if the boy’s mother was going to continue to spoil the boy after Brandon moved out of her house. Jackson laughed and explained that the only reason she had any money to spend on the boy was because of the generous child support that he was obligated to pay to his ex-wife as long as the boy was a minor. Now that the payments were stopping, his ex-wife had found a new mark to leech off of and was moving to the east coast to live with her new sugar daddy. Brandon was a very pretty young twink, taking after his mother, who had been beautiful enough to be a model, but was not willing to put in the work required to be successful in that career. He was 5’6” and slim. He had blond hair and blue eyes. He had delicate features and a slightly effeminate look. His lips were full and plumb and Mitch had often thought they would look good wrapped around his cock. The boy’s ass was a perfect perky bubble butt that was just begging to be spanked, fucked, and bred. It would look great with a puffy red rosebud leaking multiple loads of toxic cum. Mitch was looking forward to getting the kid flying and turn him into a willing hungry cum dump. Mitch, in contrast, was a man’s man, 6’2” and 225 pounds of muscle with just the right amount of fat to look natural and not like he did nothing but lift weights at the gym all day. He had a naturally fit body that responded well to his daily routine of push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups. At 48, his brown hair was just starting to go gray at the temples and his short neatly trimmed beard was streaked with gray. He was classically handsome and never had any trouble finding a willing bottom to get bred by his thick 9” monster cock, which he had used to poz many young twinks over the years during meth fueled marathons of fucking, sm, and fisting. Mitch pulled the boy off the wall and shoved him towards the sofa. The drunk kid stumbled and fell backwards onto the sofa. He sobbed and struggled to make sense of the sudden change in the man that had for the last two weeks let himself be walked all over. Bran had acted towards Mitch the same way he acted towards his mother, just assuming that his clothes would get picked up and washed, and that any money in a wallet left on a counter top was money that Bran could take. The man never seemed to care that Bran never said please or thank you when Mitch did something for him. Brandon was not dumb or oblivious; he could tell that Mitch found him attractive, as many men and women did. This was something which Bran become accustomed to taking advantage of. He figured he could tease Mitch by prancing around the house nearly naked and that was payment enough for Mitch doing all the cooking and cleaning. “You got five minutes to make a decision, you either get your things and get out, or you stay, but if you stay you are agreeing to do everything I say, and I mean everything. Your Dad said you were a worthless piece of trash, spoiled rotten by your mother and has given me permission to do whatever I want to get you to shape up. I gave you a chance to prove him wrong, but you took every opportunity to prove him right,” snarled Mitch. Brandon was in a state of panic. He had never experienced Mitch, nor anyone else, be this forceful and dominate with him. His mother had left to go shack up with some rich guy in Connecticut and had already rented her house out, so Brandon could not go back home. Brandon knew Mitch was right about how his father felt about him, so he could not go to his father’s place. His boyfriend, Aiden, was on a month long post graduation trip to Europe with his family so even if Brandon could get himself back back down to San Diego, he couldn’t crash at Aiden’s house and besides his boyfriend was still under age for another month. The young gay man didn’t have any close friends as he would eventually end up pissing off most people he met as he used them up. He did not have any money saved up as he spent every penny he could get his hands on buying fancy clothes, pot, and booze. He never held down a job to earn any money as he felt working was beneath him, something he had picked up from his mother. So his only options were to agree to Mitch’s demands, or be tossed out into the street. Deep down he knew his usual charms would not work this time, but out of habit he tried anyway, pleading, crying, begging, then throwing a temper tantrum when nothing else worked. Mitch stood stone faced through the boy’s attempted manipulations. He glanced down at his watch. “You just wasted four of your five minutes. You have one minute left to decide,” he said; his voice flat and unemotional. The stress of the situation was starting to sober Brandon up a bit, so he was able to think somewhat more rationally. While his attempts to persuade Mitch had just failed, he figured that in the morning Mitch would probably have calmed down and be more receptive to renegotiating whatever agreement they were in the process of making. He believed he would be able to smooth this all over when he sobered up and things would go back to normal. So he wiped the tears off his face and looked up at Mitch, “Okay, I’ll stay.” “By staying, you agree to do whatever I say. You understand that right?” said Mitch. Brandon rolled his eyes and nodded. Mitch stepped closer to the sofa so he was standing directly over the slim twink. “Then say it. Tell me you agree to do whatever I say,” demanded Mitch. “Fine, I’ll do what you say,” sighed Brandon. Mitch’s hand was lightning fast as he slapped the boy across the face. “Not good enough. Repeat after me, ‘I will stay with you and I will do whatever you say, SIR’” ordered Mitch, saying the words slowly and emphasizing the sir. Brandon grabbed his cheek and fought the urge to start crying again. “Okay fine. I will stay with you and I will do whatever you say, sir,” said Brandon, but even despite his stinging cheek, he reflexively rolled his pretty blue eyes. “Good enough for now. I’ll deal with that attitude of yours tomorrow. Now stay on the couch. If you get up, you’ll get a beating,” said Mitch before turning and walking out of the room and into the bathroom. He returned a moment later with an oblong pink pill and a glass of water. Brandon had at least obeyed this order without any backtalk or attitude. Mitch held the pill and the glass of water out to the boy. “Here, swallow this pill,” he ordered. “What is it?” asked Brandon. “It doesn’t matter what it is. From now on you will swallow any pill I want you to; you will drink anything I tell you to; and you will smoke anything I order you to. What part of ‘you will do everything I say’ are you having trouble with?” asked Mitch. Brandon reach out slowly and took the pill and the glass of water. He put the pill in his mouth and drank a small amount of water. He trapped the pill under his tongue as he swallowed the water, then handed the glass back. Mitch took the glass and set it down on the coffee table. He started to turn, as if he was going to walk away, then quickly sprang on the surprised boy. He landed on top of Brandon, sitting on the boy’s slim waist and pinning him on the sofa. Mitch yanked the boy’s blonde hair, pulling his head back. He grabbed the boy’s jaw with his other hand and forced his mouth open. “DON’T EVER THINK YOU CAN FOOL ME BOY,” he screamed into the boy’s face. He then spit into the boy’s mouth. “Swallow that fucking pill NOW.” Brandon was too terrified to do anything but obey. He swallowed he pill. Once Mitch was satisfied that the pill was down and not coming back up, he got up and left the room. Brandon was too emotionally spent to do anything but curl up into a ball on the sofa and cry until the Ambien kicked in and sent him into a deep sleep. *** Please feel free to leave feedback below or you can also PM me your comments and suggestions. Sex and drugs will be coming soon, I promise. Thank you for reading.

I found myself hoping that Trey's first experience with Carl's unworldly fuck tool would mimic what I felt my first time. Tall, slender and very professional, Carl looks every bit the the college professor he is. His shaved head and neatly trimmed beard accent his imposing manliness. His proud African heritage shines as brilliantly as the sheen of his flawless ebony skin. No bullshit, I love black men and black men have been a huge part of my own queer experience. I seem to be a bit OCD and have pretty good records of the cocks that I have enjoyed. Over 60% of the cum ever shot in my ass came from a black cock. Even though I have appreciated many great men of color, Carl stands out. Most would notice his intense skin color. It is a black not often seen and it seems to radiate the light from his soul. Those who get to know him understand he is a beautiful man, a thoughtful lover and above all else, a proud black gay man. When he fucks, his beautiful soul and beautiful body combine to give his bottom an ass splitting they will long cherish. I could tell as soon as Trey caught sight of that incredible mound of meat swinging between Carl's massive thighs, he would be enthralled. No matter how good the cock had been in Trey's short queer career, he was in for the fucking of his young life. The scent of Carl's cologne and the sight of that shimmering black fuck stick was turning me on quickly. My own ass quivered and twiched as I recalled the times I was under that man. I will never be certain, but I know in my own heart that is the cock that bred the virus into my DNA. If I could only have one more cock in my life, it would be the one starting to inch into Trey's manhole. Carl slowly fed that legendary dick into the enthusiastic chaser. I watched closely for any signs from Trey. I wanted to know what he was feeling, if he knew how good the cock was, if he appreciated getting a cock most men would die for. I know Trey did not see it, but as that sheath rolled back to reveal the grand uncut cock head, there was a flash of sliver. Carl's 00 Prince Albert shown brightly in contrast to the bulbous, glistening black man meat. As that huge dick and equally large piercing plunged deeper, Trey's ass would be ripped and fucked like he had yet to experience. Gentle, loving Carl was going to tear the boy's ass into fucking shreds. A master at his craft, Carl slowly inched that brightly festooned monster dick into the little sluts tender hole. Suddenly Trey's eyes flashed wide open as a shocked look betrayed his "i can take any cock attitude". He was feeling the roughed up cock jewelry carve into his very gut. Just as quickly, he closed his eyes and rolled his head from side to side. As Carl and his magic peter took Trey to a new level of anal ecstasy. Carl was opening the door to asshole pleasures that will last the boy a lifetime. Carl is very vocal when he fucks. Even more so when it is a gifting situation. I know the words he spoke the night I think he converted me still echo in my memories. With something of a younger Morgan Freeman voice, when you are under his sex-spell, you can imagine being ravished my the god of all fuck gods. With some care and effort, he finally got that snake all the way in Trey. Gently he started rocking and then started talking. "White boy", he growled, " I am gonna knock your ass up RIGHT FUCKING NOW". Trey was silent. As he jacked up the rhythm, he continued; " White boy, can you feel that stainless ring slicing into your gut?". Followed by: "White boy, that is so my fucking seed can quickly enter your lily white ass and turn you POZ." Then he softened a bit and more quietly explained to Trey;. "with my cock and with my cum I am going to connect you to the POZ fags past present and future. Sharing this fluid, this cum, this virus is what you were born to. I am proud to help you achieve your faggot defined destiny". Trey was still silent and somewhat still as the intensity of the massive, black thrusts multiplied. Damn, I knew what that felt like, I knew just how fucking good it felt, andI knew that it was one fucking good way to get a white boy seriously knocked up. Trey seemed to move into some sort of trance as he became more responsive to the exquisite fucking taking place in his ass. I think each of the nude faggots...watching and stroking our own cocks knew what he was doing. Trey had achieved the zone of semi-conscience rapture where you become the fuck. It is no longer two queers embracing, it is two power sources combining into a white-hot explosion of passion reaction. My first POZ on POZ fuck (thanks to the very same black cock) was the most open and flowing fuck of my life. And this little twink was getting that same mind altering fuck as a commemoration of completing high school. Deeper into that alter state, Trey became loud, vocal and demanding. He begged and pleaded with Carl. He whimpered, laughed, cried and demanded. He wanted Carl's demon seed and he wanted it soon. The voice coming from that boy sounded older, wiser and mature. He was getting fucked like a real man and he was loving it. Carl kept ramping up the intensity of his pelvic pushing. In spite of the demands coming from the receptive partner, Carl was clearly in charge. With simple changes in his legs or movement of his torso, he caused Trey to contort and writhe out of control. Trey was a man possessed, but his demon was not a spirit, it was the living flesh of a master top. Carl started getting into his finishing groove. He snorted and bellowed as he rammed that cock harder and deeper. Each of his bellows and thrusts were matched by joyful pleasure moans from the well fucked kid. From my vantage point, I could tell the kid was clamping his ass onto that massive dick as if he could save that moment forever. NOTE: the following quotes are directly from Carl. Some may find them offensive, but they are his own words. I have his permission to quote him as directly as possible. Carl started talking. His words were familiar to me, but new to Trey. "Boy", he hissed thought clenched jaws, " you are gonna take my nigger seed and you are gonna be fucked up. When I finally pull out my black cock, your ass will be POZ. Are you fucking ready?". Trey had no time to answer. That black man ratcheted his powerful fuck into full speed. His nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply. The intensity in his brown eyes was only match by the transfixed look on Trey's face. And just like that, he erupted in a gush of tainted cum and drove that load even deeper into the puckered shit chute. Trey was still shaking and gasping in passion when Carl suddenly pulled his semi-erect cock out. Just as suddenly he thrust it against Trey's closed lips. Without a word spoken, the ass to mouth session from earlier was repeated. Trey wasted on time in licking every drop of cum, blood and ass juice from the still convulsing cock. Before our eyes the boy was transcending boyhood behavior and was becoming a well seasoned cum slut. I was so enthralled in that amazing scene, I had not noticed the cock poking at my horny honey hole. But, as I refocused, I recognized that toadstool head on Jony's cock. Damn, I needed fucked and that huge mushroom head was gonna feel great. Without a word being spoken or additional touch, I backed onto that dick like a man possessed. With surprising easy and no lube, I took that Dominican dick balls deep in one push. "Fuck me, Jony, Fuck me" was the most eloquent thing I could say. We quickly synced our thrusting and I enjoyed a familiar cock. Just as I noticed as he fucked Trey, Johny is a great top and I always enjoy him and his brown dick. Carl had gotten off the bed to give Trey a break. He saw Jony pounding my ass and strode to us. He spoke directly to Jony: " nigger, you know I knocked up that honkey ass months ago. Your black cock is too little too late". Then they both laughed like it was the most funny joke in the world. All I could do was to moan for Jony to fuck me harder. In just a bit, Carl spoke again. "Jony", he snarled, " you call that a fucking? it looks like you are just teasing that ass-pussy". Almost without a breath he added, "let me show you how a real nigger fucks". Damn, I was gonna get that other black cock and get it now. Jony pulled out abruptly, looked at Carl and purred "show me what you can do stud". Fuck, I thought, these two stallions are gonna fight over who fucks my ass, I must be something damned special. Not sure if it was shock or disappointment, but in a flash Carl bent Jony over the arm of a chair and rammed his cock, lubed only with a small wad of spit deep into that Caribbean ass. Fuck, don't do him, I want that meat were the words pulsing in my brain. But I watched in awe as those two dark skinned men began fucking like they meant it. No doubt, those two had fucked before. I had never seen Jony take a cock, but he was taking up the ass like a Pro. Jony, the source of so many long hard fucks for many local guys was now begging for Carl to tear up his ass. Carl and that deadly piercing complied. All too soon Carl shot his wad and withdrew his cum covered, bloody meat. They exchanged places and that master top was soon cooing like a baby as he took a had fucking from Jony. Watching those two skilled and loving black men merge into one sex beast drew all attention away from the recent graduate. I had a death grip on my own dribbling dick as I proved from the side lines, still wishing one of those cocks was in my ass. Anyone want another chapter. Two more guys fucked Trey that night. One with two twists that still have me boned up bad.

6:00pm on June 3, 2017....I had spent the day with family celebrating my hard earned graduation from high school. The school-supervised graduation party would begin soon, and my older brother Mark had volunteered to drive me to the school to join my classmates. I was glad to have the time with him - even though he was almost ten years older, we had always been close until the last couple of years. Mark had become unreliable, always running late (if he didn't call and cancel with some weak excuse), and when he was around, he was twitchy and scattered. Even now, driving me to the party, he kept looking around like he though we were being followed, glancing at his phone and taking the long way to school. "Hey bro" he said nervously, "you mind if we make a quick stop? I got to talk to a buddy real quick." "Sure." I said, "I just can't miss the party." "Oh, kiddo" he laughed, "Something tells me you are going to parTy tonight like you never have before. You are going to remember this night for a long time." With that mysterious comment, we sunk into silence as he drove us to what most would call the bad part of town. He pulled up to a dilapidated townhouse with music playing so loud the bass made the car windows vibrate. "This is where my buddy lives" he said, " Come on, he wants to meet the graduate." "That's okay, bro," I said, "I think I'll stay here." "No, you'll fucking come in!" he suddenly freaked, hitting the car door. "Okay, okay - damn." I said, climbing out of the car and following him. I followed him around to a side door, where he knocked. The door swung open to reveal the biggest black guy I'd ever seen in real life - not that it was difficult because I had grown up going to private schools that were 99% Caucasian. The big black guy looked at my brother with disgust on his face. "DeShaun said you weren't supposed to come around here no more, cracka," he growled, his rich ebony voice sending shivers up my spine and down into my hole. "He said I couldn't come until I could pay my debt," my brother stuttered, then sort of jerked his head back towards me. The big black man finally focused on me...he looked me up and down while I squirmed and blushed - then he chuckled, low and slow, and stepped aside to let us pass. "Damn, cracka, you came through alright! You one evil muthafucka...DeShaun is gonna love this..." he said as Mark grabbed my wrist in and iron grip and dragged me into the house. We stopped when the big black guy snagged the back of my pants. "I'll see you later, white meat," he said in my ear. Then Mark dragged me further into the house. We ended up in what must have been the master bedroom - but there was just a dirty mattress on the floor and a throne-like recliner with a fat black guy and two skinnier guys, one black and the other Mexican, flanking him. The room stank of piss, sweat, and chemicals and something I couldn't place, but would later learn to recognize as the stink of fear. The fat guy in the recliner looked up when we entered. "What up, Marky Mark? You bring me something?" he said, bringing the recliner to an upright position. "I know you wouldn't show your cracka face without bringing me payment for your debts." "Hey, DeShaun," my brother stuttered, watching as the two skinnier dudes moved towards us. He jerked his head towards me again. "This is my little brother Nick - the one I was telling you about." The fat black guy looked me up and down. "Well, hey there Nick," he said in a friendly manner, "I'm DeShaun - a buddy of Mark's. He was telling me all about you - class president, valedictorian, off on a full scholarship to an Ivy League school...you got quite the future in store, don'tcha." "Yes Sir," I said, feeling a certain amount of threat from the fat guy in the chair. "Sir!" he chuckled, "Finally, a white boy who knows his place! Tell me, Nick, you ever have time for getting nekkid with all that schoolwork? You a virgin or a playa?" "I'm a virgin," I replied nervously, "I've never dated anyone or anything...too busy with school." "Bet you wanted your first time to be special...something you'd always remember, right boy?" he asked. I blushed and nodded my head yes, confused about where this conversation was going. DeShaun looked at his two associates who were by now on either side of me and jerked his head towards the filthy mattress on the floor. Before I could do anything, they each grabbed an arm, wrapped it behind my back, and dragged me to the mattress and shoved me down onto my stomach onto it. I struggled pointlessly in their firm grips, yelling for help, trying to be heard over the thumping music. DeShaun got out of the chair and came and kneeled on the mattress next to me, and I felt his hand stroke my head. "Sorry to tell you, white meat, but that bright future you had all planned out just went down the drain. See, your brother Mark is a huge meth addict...my best customer in fact. But, he's had some difficulty lately paying for his drugs. I let him have more and more on credit, but told him he needed to give me something special in payment. So Marky tells me about this hot little cunt of a little brother he has, and offers you as payment to clear his debts. So, now your cunt belongs to me - you gonna be working off his debt. There's just one little matter to resolve first." He chuckles, then says to Mark, somewhere in the room, "You got one more thing to do, Marky Mark, before we square. You know I don't fuck pussy that ain't been broken in first. Now slam that rig and pay your debt." I heard some activity from wherever Mark was, as tears streamed down my face and I was babbling for him to save me. A snap of rubber, maybe, and a grunt and a gasp, and my older brother started to breathe really heavy in and out through his gritted teeth. DeShaun chuckled. "Yeah, Marky Mark, that rig is a little stronger than you used to, but I wanted to make sure you put on a good show for us. Now, let's see you breed that cunt." He punctuated the statement by slapping my ass. I heard what sounded like clothes coming off then Mark spit on his palm and it sounded like he was getting the spit on his cock. I started begging him, DeShaun, anyone not to let this happen to me as I felt his weight hit the mattress and he crawled towards me, held facedow still by DeShauns goons. Then, he yanked my shorts and boxers down, and next thing I knew, my older brother was raping me on a filthy mattress while his meth dealer watched. The part that I wouldn't admit yet, even to myself, was that in the very back of my mind, where the darkest, dirtiest thoughts in my head lived, the situation somehow felt...right.

How impolite it is that you give a guys hole a great fucking and a good load in his hole that he does not have the common decency to clean your dick with his mouth.

Bottom Boy John came to NYC for a conference in Fall 2008. He had finished medical school and was in his residency. He wanted to become an infectious disease specialist. Over the years as he went on with his education, John seemingly became obsessed with HIV/AIDS. He had always been a safe sex only bottom. He was always talking about HIV and safe sex. I mean, it's what he wanted to study, but the man talked about it all the fucking time. I hadn't seen him in about a year and it was really good to see him. We didn't have much time since he is in residency and was only in town for the conference. We had dinner and a couple of drinks and then a couple of John's medical school classmates joined us. I got tired of their conversation after about an hour and decided I'd leave and hit the bathhouse since I was in Manhattan. It didn't hurt that John's friends were attractive and one kinda looked like Taylor Lautner. Drool. I hopped in a cab and made my way downtown. I'd've taken the subway, but I wanted to get there before midnight so I could get a couple of good fucks in before it was too late (early mornings for school). I got to the bathhouse, decided on a locker, striped off everything, put the towel around my waist and went looking for cock. It wasn't long before I was sucking a nice fat brown cock. It stretched my lips so nicely. I sucked this dude for a long time but he kept breaking off the rhythm we had going. He said, "You give great head but I don't want to cum this way. Do you want to fuck?" I said sure and we left the hallway where I'd been sucking him and went into a dark room. I turned to face the wall and I felt him grab my shoulders and rub down my arms, feeling for a condom tucked into my arm band. I didn't have one. I heard him say, "Fuck yeah" as he slid his spit covered cock into my ass without a condom. I grunted in pleasure as he slowly began fucking me. He fucked me for a few minutes. I could tell this top wasn't going to last long. He started jamming his cock into my ass with greater intensity, leaned in and said, "Here it cums." Then he unloaded in me and bit my neck. He bit me hard enough so I winced and didn't feel the intensity of his orgasm (which I love); but not hard enough to draw blood. The top felt me pull away from him and he quickly apologized for losing control and made sure I wasn't bleeding. I was leaking his cum from my ass and said, "Fuck dude. You shot a big load." He said, "Been saving it for four days." We smiled and as we parted ways, I felt another hand on my ass. I felt for the wall and moaned as the second cock of the night pressed onto my hole. He said, "You're wet. Is that cum?" I said it was. This top pushed his cock head inside me. I pushed back. He slid in about half way and said, you have a hot ass man. This top didn't last long either. He barely bottomed out before he came in my ass. I saw him as I turned around. He was a party promoter, who I'd heard was straight. LOL. Guess not. Since I still hadn't cum, I wandered around looking for more cock. I saw two really hot jock boys go into a room. They were making out pretty hard core with the door open. I made eye contact with one and then he nudged his partner who turned around and looked me up and down. I guess my body was back in good shape because this 6 pack, totally cut jock boy waved me inside. I went inside and the cut jock boy shut the door. I dropped to my knees and started playing bobblehead on their cocks as they made out. I felt them feeling each other as I gave them really great head. It was almost like I wasn't there. Then the blonde sat on the bed and took my head and made me kiss his cock. I worked on him as his partner got behind me and sniffed, licked, and fingered my ass. I heard him say, "You're a total slut." He smacked his cock on my hole and said, "Can I ride you bareback?" I said yes and went back to sucking on the blonde. The whole encounter with these guys took just under an hour. They both fucked me. I sucked them both. We did some ass to mouth. They made out with each other. And I begged them both for their loads. I wanted their cum deep inside me and I got it. Loads 3 and 4 for the evening. I came all over my stomach. I thanked them and headed out to shower and leave. I was passing by a room where I thought I saw John trying to push a guy off him. I passed by, but circled back. It took my less than fifteen seconds to get back to the room but now I heard John. "Get the fuck off me! I said no! No bareback! Get the fuck off me!" Another couple of guys were standing close and I heard one of them say to the other, "Wow he really gets into roleplay." I pushed into the room and pulled the guy off John. John's face was bleeding a bit above the eye. The dude he was with fell on his ass. The top was obviously high. I grabbed John and headed for the showers. John was shaken. I cleaned up and got him cleaned up. We headed out to the changing area and I reported the incident to the guy at the desk. The desk attendant flew into action as only a twinky drama queen can. We were still getting dressed when this little twink dragged John's abusive top into the locker area. The twink was yelling at the guy who was still obviously so high that he had no idea anything was wrong. The twink asked John if he wanted to call the cops. John said no. He just wanted to leave. We left the twink to deal with the high dude. John and I went to a diner and talked for a few hours. I wanted to make sure he was okay. He's one of my best friends and I hated to see him this shaken. We talked about a lot that night. Why it's hard to be a bottom? Why guys think it's okay to push us around? Dating? Sex life? Eventually John got onto the topic of the night - the attempted rape. He said, "I told him to use a condom, but he didn't seem to understand or want to use one. I tried to put it on him and that's when he spun me around and my head hit the wall. It was stupid. I slipped. I almost thought he was showing concern when I felt him leaning over me. Instead I felt the fleshy head of his cock on my hole. That's when I started yelling. It was so fast and so confusing." I let John get it all out. He said, "So many guys are fucking bareback these days. I swear it is harder and harder to get guys to use condoms. It's like AIDS doesn't exist. He said it's not just in his life, but also in the medical journal articles that were coming out. Increasing numbers of gay men were engaging in unprotected sex with strangers." John went on about this topic for awhile. He told me stories about his hookups - insisting on using condoms and leaving if the guy won't use one. Having a dude leave his apartment after they met at a party and John wouldn't let him ride without a condom. The dude just said, I don't fuck with condoms, got up, dressed, and left. John was incredulous. I was rock hard in my pants. I realized that I would've totally spread my legs for that dude. John also said that he thought I was so lucky in college with the guys I fucked around with and dated. He said he knew I liked getting bred. He'd heard me beg for cum through the walls enough times to know. John told me to be careful because it was getting riskier to have unprotected sex. Momentary pleasure is one thing. A disease is another. We ended the night as the early rising gym rats were on their way to the gym. I hugged John really tight. I loved him. He'd never understand how great it feels to get bred though. Just the thought of getting bred again turned me on. I put John in a cab, waved goodbye, and watched as the cab turned the corner. I called in sick to work and walked back to the bathhouse. The twink was getting off his shift and he fucked me and came in my ass probably as John was getting back to his hotel.

Every faggot in the room had a stiff cock by the time Trey took load number three. The erotic fuck show Dave and the kid just performed was amazing and we all were mesmerized by the apparent connection and animal like fuck that was just finishing. The look on Trey's face was amazing. He truly was enthralled with his partner and was thrilled to feel that pale cock unload in his ass. Still on his back, he remained coupled to Dave even as the thrusting subsided. Both gifted and chaser had a look of utter satisfaction. I know there were three thoughts in my head, damn what a fuck, can't wait to see number 4 plow the boy and fuck, I NEED a cock in MY ass. But just as we expected them to separate, Trey began bucking and riding what evidently was at least a partial erect cock. HIs noises were still animalistic sounding as he flexed his pelvis to fully enjoy some more of Dave's balls deep penetration. Dave quickly responded and was moving his own body in response to the tortured movements of the young ass he had just inseminated. Trey was clearly on his way to orgasm and was fully in control. We were all powerless to stop watching as Trey's breathing deepened. He rocked and moaned as his nice size, but hardly huge cock throbbed and bobbed at full attention. I suppose I was a bit stunned. We all knew that plenty of gifts would be delivered, but I had not thought about the need for Trey to explode. Moments later, hands free, all that movement turned into a moment of joy as he shot an amazing load that splattered on Dave's creamy torso. At that moment, I had no doubt about Trey's authenticity as a fag. Anyone who can essentially cum hands free while wiggling their ass on a partner's cock is gonna do just fine in the world of queer fucking. Ray was already lubed up and working his massive cock into rock hard fuck mode. Ray is a damned big dude...well over 6' 4" and probably close to 300 pounds. Full time redneck and former college football offensive lineman, he could be described as a power fuck. His dick is kind of unique. Not overly long (7 inches perhaps) it has an amazing pyramid shape and quickly tapers from it's pointy head to a base I cannot circle with one hand. Ray got knocked up years ago and seems to alternate between being on meds and not. Ray and I had never fucked a lot. It was ok, but usually just a hard, quick pounding and he was done. He relies on his size, not his skill to impress the bottoms he fucks. But hell, it is a unique cock and probably a tainted load, so I knew it would do the kid some good. But Trey and Dave remain coupled and cuddling on the bed, totally unaware of the anticipation visible in Ray's stiff poker. It was clear those two boys had experienced more than just a fuck. When they finally stirred a bit we got to hear something surprising. Trey said loudly, " well that is done". Six puzzled homos waited for clarification. "Dave knocked me up", he nearly shouted, " I know it". Becoming more animated, he said, " I felt the energy pass while we were fucking.". "I know it was his bug load entering me. I know I am really POZ". It was a clear and honest statement. Based on the show we watched and those words, we all knew those two had forged a fuck infused connection. Maybe it was not the bug, but there was something going on. There is nothing subtle about Ray. He was ready to fuck and was vocal about it. If Trey was done, then Ray was prepared to fuck the next ass that wagged in front of him. Not to worry, our new cum slut rolled over showed his cum filled ass and braced for the near rape that he was about to experience. An opened hole and three injections of POZ lube made Ray's entrance a bit easier, but still he mounted the kid and went balls deep in one powerful thrust. Ray's size, weight and thrust caused the boyish bottom to crumple. As our young friend disappeared under that mountain of man flesh, the pile driving began in earnest. Trey's whimpers were a signal that Ray was hurting him some---anyone who had been topped by that man knew the feeling. Unlike the hard, but skillful fucking Jony had given a couple hours earlier, this was a brutal rape/fuck. As the whimpering got louder, Ray offered him some relief. But the boy just kept on taking it. Ray always seems to finish up in the same way. He pulls his pointy dick out all the way and rams it back in had and balls deep. He repeats the action until in one mighty shove he blasts a load. I know I smiled a bit as that sequence began and a half dozen painful jabs later, Trey had gift number four mixing with all the tainted cum previously enjoyed. There was not cuddling after that coupling, but for the first time that night, Trey was offered a cum and slime covered cock to clean in an ATM "opportunity". It was clear he had never been exposed to ass to mouth cock cleaning. I have to admit it is a bit of an acquired taste--but one I learned to love myself. Trey froze in hesitation as that slicked up horse cock posed near his mouth, waiting on the completion of the last fuck act. A smile slowly started on Trey's face as he realized he was going full on into the kinkier part of men fucking men. He started opening his mouth to welcome the cum slathered dick. As soon as his lips parted, Ray took charged and rammed the pole down the kid's throat. Just as quickly, the gag reflex kicked in and our former HIV virgin puked all over himself, Ray, the bed and anything else near by. Unfazed by the vomit, Ray rammed it home again and this time Trey managed to suckle it. Like the fuck pig he yearned to be he slurped and licked that cock clean of all substances. The newly minted slut was learning new things. We had a bit of a break in the action as some of the guys started cleaning up a bit. Trey hit the shower to clean up. Nobody was sure if he was done or not, but it would be his choice regardless. I decided to take advantage of the slow moment and cornered Jony and started sucking his cock. I was needing fucked myself (as was every other queer in the room). As expected, I coaxed that black snake to life and soon he was probing my ass. The cock that busted Trey's AIDS cherry was now probing my horny shit chute. But, it was a short fuck. Trey came strolling back to the bedroom still fully nude and sporting a serious hard on. The smile on his face said he wanted more. He laughed as he asked "any of you faggots wanna fuck my queer ass?". Six dicks sprang to attention at that comment. Carl was up next. Carl is also a proven breeder and takes pride in spewing his demon seed into any negative ass that wants it. During my own chase, I rode Carl's "significant" BBC more than any other cock. I am fairly certain it was Carls seed replicating in my own body. Carl and I were something less than partners, but something more than just fuck buds. Perhaps some would call us lovers. All I know is he is a great human, an ebony god and a very, very talented lover. And now, I was going to see that beautiful, glistening black rod dip into the pasty white ass of an evolving man-whore. Trey and Dave had made love. Trey took my very HVL seed with relish. Ray raped his young ass and Jony had given him a world class fucking. But now, he was about to experience, what I thought would be the fuck of a life time. Carl is that damned good. Ten inches long, coke bottle diameter, Carl's cock is uncut. If there was every a perfect BBC contest, Carl should easily win. He is actually quite serious about fucking and takes his role as a dominate top to heart. Trey was being a bit playful and joking around a bit. I think he had no idea about what was to cum his way. Carl was a bit put off by the lightness of the mood and acted to change it. He sternly commanded Trey to get on his back, legs in the air. Slowly Trey responded. Carl then focused the room. "Boy" he said, " I have converted over 15 twink asses in the past 6 years". I know my cum is toxic and I am gonna spew it inside you" Carl continued, " in the next few minutes I am going to convert your little ass and turn you into a jack of spades, only black cock will satisfy you when I am done". I whispered to Trey. "that is the fucking truth" just as Carl unsheathed his monster cock and started pressing it into our boy's battered hole. Trey was gonna be fucked like he had never imaged.

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!

A few months ago I moved in with a FB and a very old friend of his. I needed a new place and they had the spare space. At first I had a couple of apprehensions, knowing that it might be awkward, but things have a way of going well for me when my first impressions are good ones. This particular FB and I had played several times prior to his offering me a room in the condo he and his friend shared with no sexual pressure unless on occasion I might want his sexual company. This seemed an ideal offer in a nice area with good people. I moved in a few weeks later. He's a master bottom, my FB. He's a bottom that any top who knows how to throw a good,...an excellent fuck would like to have not only in the same household but in the same region of the continent. I'm not the greatest top with the biggest cock on the planet but I'm also not one of those piston-action adolescents who think they know what to do with a seasoned hole. I enjoy topping and like the fact that I've never had any complaints by anyone I've sunk my fatty into. I also know the difference between apprentice and master, and a master my new roommate definitely is. The first time we played after I had moved in was his day off and we had the place to ourselves. I happened to be off as well and he also had some enhancements to kick-start our morning from neutral to overdrive in the blink of an eye. Within seconds of blasting off from our hits my cock was harder, thicker and more vascular than it had been in a long time, but my new roommate's ass is one that asks to be eaten slowly, so that every tiny crevice, every dark hair, and every round muscle responds to the probings of my lips, teeth, and tongue. Sinking my cock into his guts would have to wait for the time being. When it was finally time to do so I put my tongue about half as deep as I knew it could go and I got the first vocal response from him, a high pitched squelch that faded into the yoga mat he had his forehead pressed against, his ass up where I could feast comfortably. When my FB does a good hit of tina the effect isn't a manic one but one that puts him into a totally submissive, Zen-like place where the only thing he wants is cock, man fluid of any kind, a fist,... anything or anyone up his hole. After several minutes of enjoying the taste and texture of his ass that day I noticed that my cock got even harder, if that could be possible, so hard in fact that even the hairlike spider veins were swelling. It was time for a little probing around in that master ass and I was curious to see if he would remember any difference in my cock from the last time we fucked. A few more delicious minutes of rimming and my cock and his velvety guts were ready to meet again. There was no need for lube. I had made sure to leave his hole slick with slobber (done easy enough since I was like Pavlov's Dog slobbering over those biscuits) and I knew that his hole puts up no resistance at any time, so I straightened up on my knees and lined the head of my cut cock up to his wet pucker and slowly pushed in,...no hands. Immediately his vice-grip hole took hold of my prick and seemingly pulled me in farther of its own will. Suddenly the head of my dick was being massaged by what seemed to be a triple ringed second door. Could it have been a third...fourth? He loosened his grip long enough for me to slip my nuts in there too. I had shaved them two days earlier and I had a feeling the stubble would cause another sensation within him. That's when I heard the second sound come from him, head still against the yoga mat. That's when that vice-like ring clamped down on all my now burning hot junk and became a cock ring of the best kind. That magnificent muscle pulled me in past that three-ringed circus and within minutes of getting there and by my just holding perfectly still, and him holding perfectly still, with just the gentle tugging of those insides of his that felt like moist velvet, like a warm comfort you don't ever want to leave, by just that subtle motion my brain went somewhere in there with my cock and I came like I had never cum before. When I shot it was a crescendo that seemed to last thirty minutes, though realistically it couldn't have been more than ...ten. I heard his third sound then, a faint groan, like a desperate hunger was at last sated. It was for the time being. Hunger for man fluid, perhaps, but the hunger for something to fill his hole was still there, I could tell. After about ten more minutes I was finally able to liberate my cock and balls from a place that I knew I would revisit and revisit. He was still in the same position, never budging, I thought it was time to investigate with the dexterity and sensation of my fingers just what that three-ringed circus of crescendos and cum was all about. I started slowly with my middle finger, then index, then ring, pinky, thumb, when he suddenly began to push back onto my hand. Quickly past the "point of no return" I was wrist-deep and happy within seconds. Before I knew what was happening I found that magic place that had so expertly, so masterfully pulled every bit of cum out of my nuts and it was at that time that I realized that half of my forearm had slipped into that safe, warm place as well. After opening my hand, pulling out, pushing back in, opening, closing, I had decided it was break time. I gently pulled my arm back, though that vice-grip was having trouble letting go of my wrist. Finally, and with a high-pitched sigh of regret in sounds we were both making now, my hand slipped out, dripping with my own bleachy-scented spunk. I wiped my hand down his spine from between his shoulders to the small of his beautiful back where the sweat had pooled. I bent over that place in a posture that was similar to the one I took while I rimmed him but instead I tasted my own sweet, bleachy cum mixed with the salty, t laced sweat that came out of him and was I refreshed. We have since had other adventures and plan many more; my cock, his hole, my roommate, and I. And roommate is a term that is out of date now in this place where many pleasures find many outlets, and cock feeds ass, and good feeds good. I'm home alright! On our backs and flying!

Fuck, for a kid his age he was taking a hard fucking well. Jony is an amazing top fuck. Not only is he beautiful---from the Dominican Republic so he has that caramel skill that is of fucking hot, he has a BBC that is both unique and worthy of the BBC description. Longer than most at over 11 inches, it is also narrow, but has a mushroom head to die for. In fact, it almost looks like some cartoon toadstool. Best of all it has that curve that you know will drive your prostrate into a faggot frenzy. Jony also fucks hard. Not just a little....but damned hard and can go forever before giving up his tainted seed. First time he split my queer ass, it was over an hour until he finally rewarded me with his cum. It was one of the only times I remember thinking I was glad to have a cock out of my bruised hole. But Trey was a trooper. We had selected Jony to go first since we all knew what Trey was in for. If the little homo wanted to fuck like a real man, then taking a pounding like this would prove it. The kid hardly made a noise as Jony mounted him from the rear. Still, those watching could see Trey wince and thrust his white ass to meet that black monster. He must have done some dildo play, because he took that cock like a pro and they were soon fucking hard and fucking in great rhythm. For nearly 35 minutes that skilled top worked Trey into a sexual frenzy. And all that time that fresh bottom hung in and took it. Jony has fucked me enough that I recognized when he was ready to unload. His noises, his movements, the speed and rhythm all were so familiar. My own hard-on was leaking precum by the buckets. I am not sure what was the most exciting, seeing Jony fuck him, think about how that diseased Dominican dick feels in my own ass, or knowing that I was "on deck" to fuck the boy next. When the low moaning started escaping from that dark skinned top, I knew it was happening. Without a single word, Trey had just taken his first POZ load and one of several gifts he would that night...the night he graduated from high school. In our small, isolated mountain town there are limited social opportunities. I suppose we are lucky that there are plenty of "unique" folks in the area so one local diner/pool hall/bar/grocery store (yeah all in one) is very open and accommodating. Thursday is unofficially queer night and a number of us get together to bullshit, play some pool and eat. Must of us are fuck buds in one fashion or the other, but queer night is not really sexual---just a hang out, food and talk thing. Trey first started hanging out a bit right after he turned seventeen. Since all of us regular fags were much older, we were quite careful about our conversations and comments when he was in the place. Eventually, we figured out he was gay---and eventually he brought a few of his own age high school friends and presumed friend with benefits. No doubt, we were all clear that any of that group was strictly off limits. Regardless of how cute, those underage guys are ALWAYS a no-fuck-zone. He was a decent guy, at once he had very serious and introspective and on the other hand, we could see a wild ass homo developing. He asked a million questions about being a "growed up gay". One night, when the subject of the discussion was my recent intentional POZZING, he became more animated than I had ever seen. Clearly he had some connection to chasing and gifting. He thought it was great to know someone (ME) who was POZ and unleashed every question imaginable. Little did he know that the other 5 guys at that big round table were just as POZ as I was and quite likely one of them was the dick that knocked my ass up. A few weeks later, we held a bit of a birthday party as he turned 18. Although he was not longer jail bait, the other locals and I had declared him off limits. We all agreed that as good as fucking him could be, it may be best if he figured out his own place without our horny asses influencing him any more than we had. He seemed happy with his gifts.....some very good lube, a gross of condoms and a huge butt plug. So, it was with major shock that we heard him say, "thanks but what I really want is POZZED'. WTF did he just say? Trey? Wants fucking POZZED? What the shit is up with that.? What we got was one of the most beautiful descriptions of how a young queer, now of age, understood his place in the generations of queers--past, present and future. He knew he had all the loving connections he would need...good family and friends...what he longed for was to be as authentically a fag as he could be. For him , like so many other including me, that was the starting block for our chase. He was clear and eloquent--this kid wanted to get POZZED and SOON. Eventually the subject changed and we had a fun time and the evening ended around 11. Nearly two hours later my phone rang. It was Jamie, the BBC that I think knocked me up. He was worked up. "Man", he said, "you got to give it to him". Half asleep I slurred, "why the fuck me...and what the hell are we even talking about this for/" Jamie continued, " you know he is gonna do it and soon....better that he gets it from someone who cares than a back alley stranger". He kept talking and added, "besides you were just knocked up a few months ago...you know you have the highest VL, you know you could breed him". My brain and my cock were at instant war. My head saying no fucking way and my cock stiffening up as to say "let me at that tender ass." I finally got Jamie off the phone, but could not get back to my sleep. How erotic, how amazing, how wrong, how inappropriate, how...fuck how..fuck how...over and over all night. Nothing else was said until maybe a month later. I had gotten nailed by an honest-to-god AIDSBONE the previous weekend and was all to eager to tell the others about taking that seriously sick dick. I really had not noticed that Trey was not around. Then another occasional partner and part-time group member, Dave, suggested that I introduce the AIDSBONE to Trey and get it over with. Jamie chimed in with a "why ask the AIDS dude when we all could get that done". Starting in jest, an hour later we had designed the perfect POZZING party for our 18 year old buddy. I knew that I was not the only one horned up by the idea as the group started breaking up early. I knew I needed fucked and suggested that anyone who wanted to play could follow me home (two block walk). Four of us spend the next hour sharing our toxic cum and lusting over who might get to POZ Trey. Jony clearly spend some effort to make sure he fully drained his nuts and distributed his load thoroughly in Trey's ass As that black snake slowly withdrew from that very white young ass, we were all waiting to hear any comments the new graduate might have. He just had a world class fucking from an amazing black dick and was filled with a load of HIV+ cum. Not bad for a kid that just a few hours earlier was awearing a green cap and gown as he ended his high school career. All he said was, "fuck, I want more".....and started wagging his ass. I was up next. Of course my cock had been rigid the entire time Jony was working his magic. I was second for several reasons. Not only was I sporting the highest VL of the group due to my own fairly recent POZZING, I was also a confirmed breeder---one conversion in my short life as a POZ FAG. Additionally, I had done the prep work to make Trey as responsive as possible. I washed out his hole to squeaky clean status....removing any natural barriers to the tainted seed he was about to receive. Then, using the same brush that prepped my ass for conversion, I worked his hole until I had achieved a pinkish slime on the bristles. I am sure he was disappointed as I mounted his ass. Not only am I unskilled as a top (full on bottom except for the chances to breed a neg bottom) and I have none of the size Trey's first gifted presented. But, we got into a rhythm and for 5 or 6 minutes, I enjoyed fucking that hole and feeling the leftover cum. But all too soon I knew my time was up and with a loud shout, that little twink got exposure number two. I drained the contents of my balls into his hole. I know what it feels like to get knocked up and to knock up a horny hole.....and I could only hope that highly enjoyable fuck was good for him. As I started to pull out, he clenched his ass, holding more for a bit longer---no doubt, he HAD enjoyed it. And maybe, just maybe me seed was planted once again. We had a planned "break". We wanted to be sure he understood what was happening. By plan, there booze and drugs were absent from the night (save poppers). But, any horned up fag worth the name knows that POZ COCK LUST is even more powerful than the best enhancements. One of the things we offered was a chance to stop at that time. Additionally, he could stop and we would get him to an ER to seek PEP, had he changed his mind. We offered to postpone anything else--anything to make sure he knew he could stop, could get treatment or simply have time to think. Trey had been sipping on a Red Bull while he heard us blab about his options. Suddenly he chugged the rest of his drink, grabbed Dave's cock and said "Somebody needs to fuck me now". Dave is a real cutie, perhaps a bit old to be called a twink at 27, he none the less has that look. Tall and thin, he is also a red-headed Irish guy with that translucent alabaster skin that some ginger Micks display. His skin is just as soft as it is beautiful and his body is fully hairless except for the fire red patch of hair surrounding his junk. Dave and I had met some years before either of us chased. We hooked up a few times, but never were extremely close. He was introduced to me (again) by my most likely gifted. Dave's one infection came the tip of the same BBC some 5 months before I converted. We laughed a bit at the fact we had only fucked with condoms and now were both POZ. Anyhow, Dave is a very nice lover. Enough skill and size to make it enjoyable, but also largely effortless. He is neither fast or slow in summing. Just an all around nice fuck. I knew why Trey wanted him next. Dave had been on meds after getting the bug, but never went "undetectable". He still unsure if it is his own make up or the strain he has, but he continues to have a 100K VL. From my discussions with Trey, I knew he had a fetish for the more extreme strains and was hopeful Dave had one. Dave rolled the twice fucked twink onto his back, wedged his shoulders under the boy's legs and proceeded to mount him with speed and enthusiasm. Again, Trey took cock without a sound (he is going to have to give TOPS some feedback), but Dave let out a huge laugh. The feel of the two loads already deposited was a joy for him. The pure pleasure of breeding a cum filled hole was giving Dave a real thrill. I think it was Trey that really started that fuck off. He was rocking on his ass and working Dave's dick with some decent skill and a whole lot of young-dude testosterone filled lust. Dave started moaning about what a great fuck it was, Trey making a low mooing sound. They were soon in their own fuck-focused world where their bodies were joined and nothing else existed. I suspect many of you have had a fuck like that...where the connection is strong, the lust is mutual and the feelings and desires of both men are matched. It was clear, Dave was NOT FUCKING Trey, rather those two handsome, smooth men were making intimate love. The fucked slowly and deeply for nearly a half hour. At times, they were still, connected, touching, feeling breathing. Other times, they writhed in unison and moaned the same guttural sound as the fucked at a higher intensity. Then for the first time of the night, Trey begged for demon seed. "Dave", he panted loudly, "give me your seed. i want all of your cum. fuck it into me.". A little jealousy was welling in my body as, I expect in Jony". The boy took us without a word And now, after the erotic ecstasy had peaked with Dave, it was all Trey wanted and he kept saying so. Dave responded, "here it is, here is my POZ cum, I want you to have my bug". And with that comment, Trey had his third exposure to the bug. There is way more to this story...and if anyone likes it...will be glad to add to it in other "chapters".

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New Years 2006 I was teaching high school and enjoying myself in my free time. I was having a lot of sex. Rachel didn't love the amount of sex I was having because she didn't feel safe having "so many" strange men in the apartment. Rachel and Sara swapped apartments and roommates. Sara moved in with me and Rachel moved in with Marty and another actor friend. They also moved to Manhattan, which meant I would see Rachel and Marty less frequently. This all happened over the Christmas holiday, which was really odd because I wasn't used to moving in winter. But we were all happier. (The move is when my brother met Sara for the first time - future wife.) After that was all over, Rachel and I were on holiday break and we spent our days shopping, day drinking, etc. I liked day drinking in her new neighborhood because there was a different crop of guys on adam4adam and manhunt. If I brought my laptop, I could open it at the bar or go to a coffeehouse after she left. Within an hour I'd have a cock in my mouth or in my ass. I started sucking cock more because I liked swallowing cum. It felt so natural to feel that cock between my lips as I sucked it and worked the load from it. I got fucked as well and I was definitely having guys wear condoms, put I told them to pull out and cum in my mouth now. The sex wasn't always great. Some guys are bad at it. Some guys are too selfish and others are too pleasing. Some guys have old pics and others are totally showing fake pics. It started mattering less to me over the year because I was so horny and wanted the sex. I would try harder with the younger, hotter and gorgeous guys. I wanted them to feel great. I wanted them to want to have sex with me again. I wanted one of them to turn into the next Connor. I still thought about Connor. I still wanted someone like him. Instead, I was going through dozens and dozens of "Connor clones" as Marty and Rachel called them. There were other guys too. The ones who weren't the most attractive, or were older, or out of shape. I tried less hard with these guys. I mostly let them fuck my face and my ass as they liked. It felt good in those moments to feel like "just a hole." In those moments, I just wanted to feel something, anything like what I felt being with Connor. Not to say anything bad about these guys. Some were pretty cool guys and really nice, but I was not searching for a boyfriend when I was with them. I was searching to feel better about myself. Then came NYE 2006..... Marty insisted I go to a party with him. "Total A list gays only." Hosted by an A list gay couple - Wall Street guy and Theater guy. I had a really bad feeling about this party. Marty got the gaggle of gay boys together - only his "hottest friends" because he wanted to stay on the A list. I was already seriously annoyed with this entire evening, but we had a couple bottles of champagne at Marty's apartment and I relaxed. We got to the party and Marty was totally right - penthouse unit, gorgeous building, Tribeca, filled with amazingly hot guys. I was happy and knew I'd be getting some tonight. We grabbed champagne off passing trays and made our way inside. It was really packed. After about an hour, I got separated from the guys and went out on the patio. I was looking out at the view when I heard a familiar laugh. My stomach sank. I turned and there he was..................Connor. Gorgeous, perfect Connor. Connor who I hadn't seen since he dumped me in our kitchen. Connor who said he "couldn't look at me." Connor! I spoke, my voice wavering because I couldn't control it, "Connor?" He turned. He looked at me and smiled and then I saw the smile fade and his face grow cold. "Hi Zach," he said. We tried to make small talk, but it was obvious to his friends that this was a bad scene. Most of them went back inside. One of them touched Connor's arm and gave him a knowing look, Connor said, "I'm fine. I'll be inside in a minute." As his friend left Connor said, "It's good to see that you are ok. I'm glad for that. But, I am not glad to see you tonight. I hope you didn't come here looking for me. I mean, how do you even know my boss?" I was a bit stunned, but I explained that I was a guest of an invited guest. Connor didn't necessarily believe me. Connor said, "It's over between us. You know that right? Showing up here isn't going to make any difference in how I feel about you. I despise you." I was horrified and mad as fuck. I said, "Not everything is about you. I didn't want to come to this party tonight. This A List scene annoys me. But I'm not surprised that you are here." And it devolved from there with us both yelling at each other. That's when Marty came outside and fetched me. He said, "Fifteen minutes to midnight. Let's go inside." He took my arm and led me inside. "Where's the bathroom?" I asked Marty. He took me to the bathroom and I bolted inside and cried for a few minutes and got myself together. When I came out of the bathroom, Marty said that the hosts asked if I would leave after the toast at midnight. Marty was really annoyed at me for making a scene. He didn't even ask what happened. We did the countdown and the toast and I turned to Marty and said, "I'm sorry we have to leave." He said, "I'm not going anywhere. You are the one who is leaving." Marty told me the coats were in the bedroom down the hall. It took me about fifteen minutes to find my coat and I was getting angrier and more humiliated by the second. A guy in his late 40s ended up helping me find it. He noticed I was in a bad mood and asked if I wanted to go to another party with him. He said, "It'll be more relaxed and less stressful." I told him, "Why not? My friends are ditching me to stay here." We got in his town car and he took us across to the East Side. It wasn't a nice building outside, but once we got inside the apartment was great. There were attractive guys all over. I could smell drugs and sweat. As we went to the bedroom to drop our coats, I smelled the unmistakable odor of sex. We did a few shots at the bar and my new friend introduced me to the host. The host said that I looked a bit on edge. I admitted I was. He asked if I was on coke. I said no. He asked why I was so tense. I told him I had a bad night and was anxious because I didn't know anyone at his party. He laughed a bit. He offered me ecstasy to calm me down and relax. I took it and he said, "Just know that you are cut off of the booze now. Only water. The X is strong so you need to agree with me now or you can't have it." I agreed and took the tablet. About an hour later I was bent over a couch and getting fucked by a really hot guy. I remember thinking how hot and sexy he was and how I wanted him to fuck me. I guess I actually said that out loud because he was fucking me. I sucked off the guy who invited me to the party as I was getting fucked. He had a nice cock. I saw other people around but most of them were engaged in their own sex acts and not watching mine. The hot guy who was fucking me said he was close. He took a few more strokes, pulled out, ripped off the condom and came on my ass and my hole. He rubbed his cock on my crack massaging the cum into my ass crack. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks for him as he did it. I felt his spongey bare cock head on my hole. The top pushed his cum covered bare cock back inside me. I moaned loudly around the cock I was sucking. The top fucked me for another ten minutes before he said, "I'm close." I said, "Cum in my ass." He did. The first knowingly bare load I had taken since New Orleans. I loved it. I spent the next two hours getting fucked bareback on the couch. The guy who invited me to the party, the host, and a couple other guys all fucked me. None of them used condoms. I didn't ask any of them to use condoms. I begged for all their loads. The host eventually got me dressed, got my email for future parties, and sent me home. Gradually over the next two years, I was less and less cautious about condom use. I tried at first to play safe, but the urge took over. The guy or guys either used condoms or they didn't. I rarely mentioned them after the next party which happened over memorial day weekend. I stopped carrying condoms, although they were in my bedroom drawer next to the lube, by the end of the year. If I went to hookup and the guy had condoms and wanted to use them, cool. If he didn't have condoms or didn't want to use one, I was good with that too. Bareback was totally my preferred way to fuck again by the time Barack Obama became the Democratic nominee for President in 2008. How do I know that? I was getting spitroasted by two guys the first night of the convention. We were in my bed and when one of them took a condom and lube from the drawer. I looked at the hand with the condom in it and said "You don't need to use that if you don't want to." Those two Iranian guys plowed me bareback and made me beg for their loads all night. I was in slut heaven.

It'd been almost a year since Rob and I fucked in the bed I once shared with Connor. Almost a year with no sex. I was in a rut. I couldn't bring myself to start having sex again without Connor. Sex and love had become so intertwined in my brain that it was hard to disconnect. Part of me felt unlovable. Without the love, sex became hard to imagine. I freely admitted to myself that having sex with all those other guys didn't involve love; but the constant for those years was Connor's love. Even when we were having sex with other people, Connor's love was a surety - a known lasting quality. I didn't have to be afraid of not being loved then because he loved me. And now there was no love - not love like his. Not reassuring companion love that a person receives from their partner. That love was denied to me. And for a year, I denied myself the sex that had become entwined with it. One night, Rachel and her sister Sara and I were all hanging out watching a movie on our couch. We watched "Kids." I remember John, my college bottom friend, being obsessed with the movie. It's why he said he was such a safe sex practitioner. During the film, the female lead finds out she is HIV positive and spends the rest of the day trying to find the guy who infected her. The guy, Telly, likes fucking virgins and spends his day trying to seduce a virgin. In the end, Telly seduces the new target before the female protagonist can find him. Watching the movie, I realized that I hadn't actually been tested since Rob fucked me and the Berlin bathhouse. I'm not sure how I didn't get tested prior to working in the NYC public schools; but somehow I hadn't. I went to the clinic and was tested. Negative. I got counseled about safe sex and was handed a safety bag - condoms, lube, a female condom, etc. The test was my turning point to getting laid again. I started working out. I'd gotten a little flabby, but since I still ran regularly I was still thin. I didn't have the worked out body I had during my senior year. And I wanted it back. It was summer in NYC and I kicked up my running and also joined a gym. Sara's roommate was a part time trainer; but he wanted to be an actor - Marty. Marty and I worked out 3-4 times a week. He and I got fairly close. He also happened to be into movies and theater. We saw all the gay movies and a lot of shows. Over the next few months as I bulked up and as classes began again in the fall, we saw Angels in America and Rent. We also saw Boys in the Band, Jeffery, Longtime Companion, Philadelphia, In the Gloaming, It's My Party, And the Band Played On, Cruising, Maurice, Torch Song Trilogy, Taxi Zum Klo, etc. etc. You see the underlying plot theme - dangerous and anonymous sex leads to HIV/AIDS and death. Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!! So scary. Also, the best guys make good decisions and play safe. Well, that message sank the fuck right in. Use condoms. Be safe. You will be a "good guy" and meet a "good guy" and you will have love again. Alright, it's totally fucked up, but it was 2004-5 and what the fuck was I supposed to know. People were living, but it's NYC and it's not like there were many older gays to talk to about it. Besides, I did not want to admit to myself how much I liked getting cum shot in my ass. Much less admit that to other guys. Marty finally dragged me to a club around Christmas break. We had been to a Christmas party that night in Manhattan and Marty wanted to go out. He said I looked amazing and had nothing to worry about. We did two shots at the party, grabbed our coats and left. Marty took me to Metropolitan in Brooklyn. It was fun being in a bar again. Marty, of course, left me at the bar to go mingle. I noticed something I hadn't felt in a long time. Men watching me, checking me out. It was like I was the center of attention. I froze and blushed all at once and turned to order a drink. The bartender was nice and kept the cold beer filled most of the night while he chatted me up. There were some lesbians at the bar next to me and the bartender, ladies and I all got chatting. It enabled me to avoid all the guys watching me. But it also got the bartender's attention. Marty came back over and said, "Damn girl! I can't even get a drink because the bartender is all over you." I tried to object, but the bartender said "It's true. I am." And then took Marty's order. Three hours and ten beers later, the bartender's condom covered cock was buried deep in my ass. He fucked me senseless. It was my first fuck in over a year. By the third time we fucked that night, I was riding him. I was back in the groove and loving it. He came in my ass that time, in the condom, and I actually told him to "Cum in me." It's the first time I said those words since the last time with Rob; prior to the move to NYC. The bartender and I exchanged numbers, but he never called me back. I was a bit sad that I hadn't heard from the bartender, but I was in the groove again. I signed up on adam4adam and manhunt. I took naughty pics and sent them to guys. I also started going to the bars more. Guys were interested. I was really getting a lot of interest. It was all just sex. Good sex, bad sex; but it was sex. Meeting guys online and meeting guys in person required different techniques. Online was all about the pics - there's and mine. For the first few months I was online; I was very selective - only the best looking guys and they had to be negative and had to be tops or versatile. I started to relax the "hotness rule" some if guys had a big dick or were a bit older and looked hot. I still tried to keep my online hookups to a minimum, preferring to meet guys at bars and parties. I didn't want to get a reputation that would lead me to not be able to get a boyfriend. The easiest guys never have a boyfriend; at least in my mind. In person hookups, the guys I met at bars and parties, I only hooked up with "socially acceptable" levels of "hot guys." I didn't want people thinking was had low standards or low self-esteem. Sometimes that ruined my night. But, most of those "bad" nights I could go home, get online, and have my ass stuffed with a cock in about 45 minutes to an hour later. I was hooking up all the time again. It felt great. Over the next year, I had sex with over 200 guys. Sure, sometimes the condom broke and I loved those times, but other than those times I only practiced safe sex.

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.

Need so bad a boy like that at home ... if he is versatile, imagin all uses possible ... He looks like the lovely bad boy i wants but i risk to be too jealous having a boy like that as friend Hope you like him as me ...

Just not true... I come across many guys on PrEP in my outreach work. Very Very few have any issues with taking it. It's been proven to be one of the best tolerasted and least side effect of any anti HIV drugs

7:00pm on June 3, 2017....My face was pressed into the filthy mattress by my older brother Mark's hand while his cock was forcing its way in and out of my ass. All I could focus on as the smell of cum and piss coming from the mattress, and the sound of my brother's ragged breathing while he raped me in front of his drug dealer DeShaun and the dealer's two thugs who held me down. Every now and then my brother would mutter under his breath, something like "faggot" or "slut", punctuated by a blow to the back of my head. Once he even said something like, "practically begging for it, weren't you". Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this was him trying to justify the truly horrendous act he was committing against his younger brother to his drug filled brain, but mostly it just made me feel dirtier (and wonder, maybe, if I had somehow wanted my brother to do this to me). Suddenly, Mark's hand stopped pushing my face into the mattress, and his arm snaked around my throat. He pull me up from a face down position until we were both up in all fours - DeShaun's thugs let go to let the position shift happen - and even though I had thought he couldn't fuck me any deeper or harder, I was wrong. The iron grip if my brother's arm made everything fuzzy as my air flow was getting cut off, and from what sounded like a great distance, I could hear Mark start to breathe more heavily. "Marky Mark - you getting close?" DeShaun asked. He walked over and stroked my older brother's sweaty red face with an almost lover-like gesture. "You gonna POZ that pussy, bitch? Gonna spray your toxic jizz into your little bros cunt and get him pregnant for me?" "Yes...Sir..." grunted Mark, as he raped me even harder. "Gonna fill this faggot cunt up with fuckin death seed. Gonna knock up this virgin pussy." DeShaun leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Hear that, white meat? Your older bro is about to fuckin rape your white faggot cunt to death. After he's done, you ain't gonna be good for anything but to be my nasty faggot whore. So much for fuckin Ivy League and full ride scholarships...you'll be getting plenty of full rides, but the only letters you be earning are STDs." I could feel his tongue licked the side of my face when he was done whispering. I thought I had run out of tears, but I was wrong. Mark was getting ready to climax, pounding harder and harder. I could hear him hissing nasty things through his clenched teeth, "Fuckin hate you...wish you hadn't been born...fuckin nasty faggot slut...gonna POZ your pussy...just...fuckin...DIE". He roared the last word as I felt his cock spasming inside me, pumping warmth into me...and then my ass started to clench while my cock started shooting jizz into the mattress. DeShaun started to laugh. "Oh Lord, white meat...you just shot a huge load from a soft cock...you must have loved getting knocked up by your older bro so much. I'm gonna have so much fun with you." He laughed some more. Mark grunted as he pulled out of me and let me collapse onto the mattress. I could hear him putting his clothes on but I refused to look at him. I didn't know how I could ever look at him again - because while I couldn't admit it to myself yet, I wanted what just happened to happen again. "We good, DeShaun?" he asked. "My debt is paid in full?" "Oh, Marky Mark...we good. You actually built up some credit on that, brother." DeShaun chuckled. "Here, take a ball on me." "Enjoy the faggot." Mark said, prompting me to realize he wasn't taking me with him. "He was supposed to leave on a week long trip straight from the graduation party, so no one is going to realize he's missing for awhile." He walked to the edge of the mattress, looking down at me, tears streaking my face, t shirt ripped to hell, boxers and jeans around my knees, blood and cum oozing from my ass, and cum dripping from my cock. He leaned down and spat directly in my face. "If my parents could see him now, they'd rather he was dead anyway. You are doing my whole family a favor." He turned and walked out of the room without another word. I had a feeling I wasn't going to see my brother again for a long time, if ever. "Well, white meat, I bet you are feeling pretty much like you wanna die right now, don'tcha?" DeShaun said gently, "Good thing Daddy DeShaun has just the thing to make it all better. Time for you to meet Ms. Tina, bitch, because your nightmare is just beginning...and this pussy," he reached between my legs, shoved a couple fingers into my ass, and pulled them out covered in pink stained cum, which he held up to my lips, "this pussy is going to get used a lot worse before your nightmare is over." I knew what he wanted, and a twisted, perverted part of me wanted it too...so I opened my lips and sucked the bloody cum off his fingers.

Have done this before. Most extreme time i was in Phoenix and i was blindfolded and whored out for 4 days while being whored out. Apparently they put pics of me on a bunch of sites and invited guys to cum use my hole. . Only guys i saw were the 4 guys whoring me out otherwise i had no clue whose cock was in me. It was almost continuous cock. I was sore and bleeding when it was done, covered in cum and i would do it again!

WARNING: SOME VIOLENT CONTENT (2002) i made it to the age of 23 with my virginity intact even though I went to a liberal college famous for its gay activism and cruising. I just couldn't work up the nerve. It bugged me a little because most of my friends had started having sex in high school. It's not like I didn't have a sex drive or was unattractive...I just lacked even the tiniest amount of bravery. Maybe most of you already know that the longer you go without action, the more fantasies and fetishes start blooming in your brain...and the more you beat off. I had accumulated a huge porn collection by the time I graduated and moved out on my own. I decided on my 23rd birthday that I needed to get my cherry popped within a year. I went to a bar in my neighborhood that I figured was gay because of the rainbow flag that hung over the doorway. As luck would have it, it turned out to be the roughest, sleaziest spot in town. The instant I walked in, I knew I didn't belong in this place. The big bear of a bouncer studied my ID for a long time. "Have fun", was all he said after handing it back to me. There were TVs everywhere, showing porn and music videos. Most of the customers were older than me and wore leather stuff. One unhealthy-looking guy sat at the bar wearing nothing but leather bikini shorts. Some of them were handsome and many of them were definitely not. I tried to act like I'd been here a thousand times already but I doubt anybody bought it. The stares were coming from all directions. Dark eyes sizing up the new kid. I saw an open spot at the bar and ordered a beer. I looked at the TV screen above the liquor bottles and wondered what would happen next. There was a guy sitting next to me who was all leathered-up and probably in his 60's. And drunk. The thing was...he was the least threatening man in my vicinity. He was close to passing out...and so I resumed watching an old Madonna video on the screen. My goal was to finish my three dollar beer and leave. Done. Good-bye. I headed for the door and caught the bouncer's eye again. "Not your kind of place, huh? Well at least you didn't have to pay a cover tonight." I felt the need to apologize for some reason. "It's a nice place. I just need to go." "Wait just a minute or two. There was some kind of fight or something in the parking lot and the cops are out there. Cars, flashing lights." I stood there like the scared doofus I was. In my blue Izod shirt, new jeans and loafers. I was so stupid to just saunter in this place. The bouncer hopped up and left me alone...and then soon came back with a fresh beer and a wooden stool for me to sit on. Nice guy. "Thanks. How much longer do you think I need to stay?" He peeked out the window. "They're cuffing somebody. Shit's going down because they've got the K9 unit out. Drugs, probably." We listened as more sirens sang their way to the parking lot. "Holy shit, Does this happen a lot?" "Regularly. You're safe next to me. What's your name?" "Matt. Yours?" "I'm Brian. You're a cutie. Stay here and keep me company." Brian wasn't 'a cutie' exactly. He was in his 30's, very tall, a little fat and had that weird kind f mustache that reminds you of a walrus. He also had bucked teeth. But yet I felt electricity when he looked at me. He had a leather cap which only somewhat disguised that he was losing his hair. We spent the rest of the evening talking about the scene. The scary guys filtered out slowly and then it was closing time. I sat and watched the exit parade. So many of them scowled at me for whatever reason. "Let's go get breakfast," Brian said as he came back. Well, we skipped IHOP and just went to his place. I wanted to. He had a roommate who was always out getting fucked or partying (or both). They used to do it together, but Brian was older, more tired and had specific tastes. He was a "dad looking for a "son". I was agreeing to everything he proposed for us, but the truth is I just wanted sex. I wanted to see him naked at least. And I did. For about an hour. I massaged his back and size 17 bare feet, but then he went to sleep. I slept on the couch for a few hours until sunrise crept into the room. For the next few weeks, we "dated". It was never going to be serious. We weren't what each other wanted. He wanted a "boy". He wanted me to go get leather gear and have my head shaved down to a crew cut. I was okay with being a submissive, but I wasn't cutting my hair or wearing some leather vest or collar out in public. At least he was kinky. He liked to pee on and in me...and had a hatred for condoms. Only problem was that he couldn't get me relaxed enough to take his dick. He once got it almost a third of the way in, and that seemed celebration-worthy. "I didn't cum, but I put some swimmers in there." Brian also wanted to lick my ass, but I never liked the idea of that. It was just too gross. Why would a guy do that to another guy? One night we lied in bad and tried to discuss things. Brian told me about a little device he had that gave out electric shocks. Wha? He was into discipline and control. He had straps and cuffs and gags ready to go. He was older and knew more stuff, but I knew what and what I could not deal with. I was new, but I wouldn't apologize for not being into his scene. "C'mon. Tell me the sickest thing you'd do with another man." His huge dick was hard and standing up. I hesitated. I had some dark fantasies that I'd never say out loud. "Well...." He wanted to hear something, anything that we could share. "I have rape fantasies. I want forced sex. I want to asleep in my bed and have a group of guys break in and fuck me against my will." He laughed. "You're not nearly ready for that. Look how much time and effort it took me to just get partially into your ass. I can make it happen, but you need some preparation beforehand." "How do prepare for a rape?" "Start using a dildo. You need to loosen up that ass of yours first. If you stay tight, the rape won't be sexy for you. It'll feel like somebody breaking your ribs." "Oh." "I've got some here, but they're too big for you to start with. We'll go to 'Treasures' tomorrow and do a little shopping." And so a day later I came home with some little rubber dicks of various sizes and widths. Also some lube. He instructed me to start out with the smallest one and let him know when I got the biggest all the way in. All that week I worked those things into me while watching porn. The last one was the most difficult, but I got it all the way in. And started to enjoy the sensation more and more. When I called Brian to tell him about my progress, he was happy. "That last one is just slightly smaller than my dick! That means I can finally fill you all the way up! I'm saving my load for then. Saturday good?" And it happened. Finally my virginity was officially gone. We fucked regularly for a month, but he was growing bored.He really wanted me to be a true submissive and call him "Dad". He wanted me to wear and collar and have a crew cut. He also wanted to brand me with, like, an actual branding iron. I couldn't make myself love him enough to do all that shit. We drifted apart and the phone calls stopped. I knew the end was coming, but I still missed him. I never went to the bar he worked at, I'd find another place, but I needed some time to grieve, I was convinced I was over it all and ready to be available again that weekend. Saturday probably. On Friday night I got super stoned and listened to Depeche Mode. There was a heavy knock at my door. Shit! Was my music too loud? Did the weed fumes leak out into the hall? I had no clue. "Who is it?" "Security. Can we come in?" Busted. I opened the door slightly and a bunch of large men burst in and I was knocked to the floor. A heavy boot was on my head and then my wrists were tied behind my back with nylon rope. "Gag him, Stan." I could've sworn that was Brian's voice. I almost cried out to him, but there was now a rubber ball in my mouth that was secured with an elastic band around the back of my head. "You sure about this, Brian?" "Oh yeah. He's been wanting this. Carry him to the bed -- it's right through that door." Was this real? I was carried to my bed and plopped down on my back. A big, meaty hand was covering my eyes. "Should I use the blindfold?" "No. Let him see everything so he'll have a nice memory. Get undressed and I'll fuck him first. Danny is last of course." (chuckles) And then I was face to face with Brian. "Christmas came early, Son. No snow, however -- this is a dry Christmas. I wasn't sure what he meant until he plowed his dick into my ass with no lube. My God! It was like having a wad of sandpaper shoved up there. I was unable to scream, but tears formed in the corners of my eyes. He didn't stop. He had his patterns I was familiar with. Fast, fast, slow, still, and then super fast and cum. He rested his heavy body on top of me for a minute and then got up. "You can take the gag out now. I got him nice and lubed for you. I want to hear how much he's enjoying this." A new guy who had acne scars and sort of a mohawk straddled me. He wanted to be sucked. I did. He loved that. I thought he was stiffening his body because he was about to cum, but no, He pissed down my throat. I wanted to pull away, but his knees were locking me into place. And my hands were literally tied. His flow leveled off, and then he started fucking me. He was a little larger than Brian and it wasn't painless, but it wasn't unpleasant either. I liked it when he finally made a final thrust of cum inside me. I was moaning and talking nonsense words of pleasure. "Shit, Brian? Why are you taking a video of this??" "Just in case he flakes out and wants to go to the cops. We have proof that he liked it." Guy # 3 had a huge piercing in the end of his dick. I was glad he didn't want a blowjob because that thing could break a tooth. He just got down to the business of fucking me. I learned then that you really can't feel a metal ring shoved all the way up your rectum. I guess I was all loose and open at that point. I made more groaning noises because I knew Brian wanted to hear them. But really I didn't feel much more than a nice pinch inside. He came and crawled off. How many were there? Was that Danny? Was he the last? "Let him rest a minute and then it's Danny's turn." I looked over at Brian. He was getting all of this on videotape. I looked at the lens and said "These men are innocent. I invited them here to do what you've seen. OK, Brian. You can stop with the camera already." "No way. You're going to want a record of this. Danny has the biggest dick in the city...and it's lethal. He's got some deadly seed in those balls. You gonna get pregnant, Son." 'Danny' sounds like an innocent little kid's name, but the dude hovering over me looked like a chubby Charles Manson after a bender. He let his full weight settle on me before spreading my legs farther apart. He got the head in. "Shit, boy. You're so full of cum and blood. Try to tighten up for me a little. I'll make it worth your while. I got a dirty dick...dirtier than most. You have it in you now. I'm going to plant my poison in you - hope you've got good health insurance." I looked over at Brian. "HIV??" "Among other things", he said while still filming. "We probably all have it. We all fuck the same guys as well as each other. I might have given you some stuff already. Just enjoy Danny now." I tried. He was just so big. Inch after inch kept snaking its way into me. When would it end? He was inhuman. He took the longest to cum. He did and it hit somewhere deep in my organs. "Get dressed, fellas. He's spent. We'll show ourselves out." Brian untied my hands, kissed me on the forehead and left. My sickest fantasy had become a reality. What the hell could be next? I'l keep you posted.

That cock needs my pussy wrapped around it asap.

... or maybe swim with a couple of m8's ?

I agree with many here. Don`t wait much longer. Get out there and do it! Shemales are hot but don`t turn down sex with guys either. I know some can be so good at it!! And don`t worry about sdt`s either. Don`t ask status just fuck and get their cum in your ass!!!

Disclaimer: sorry for my English. I know it isn't very good but I do hope you enjoy this true story. A week ago I was on Grindr looking for some bareback sex. A raw cock was all I needed. I texted a 22 yeard old guy, from Sicily, but living in Rome. He described himself as 'kinky and hung'. A few days later we got together, and as we were about to fuck and I asked "Are you poz?" "No," he replied, adding "are you?" "Yes." "On meds?" "Sure," I lied. Well, it was a gorgeous hard fuck. I ended up scooping his cum from my hole, licking it from my fingers and deep kissing him. Afterwards we lay in my bed, smoking cigarettes and cuddling, when commented "You've got no limits, man." "Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself," I replied. "Yeah, I did, and to be honest I wanna be like you." "Do you always play bare?" "Yeah. Four months ago I knew for sure I was still neg, but I really don't know now." "So you wanna get pozzed?" "Emmm, well, I gotta admit the mere thought of taking a poz load makes me hard." "And what if I told you I had lied earlier?" He kissed me deeply and, staring straight into my eyes asked "What do you mean?" "I'm not on meds. Want some poz cum? Want my virus in your blood?" Without saying a word he took my bone into his mouth and gave me head. Ordinarily I have a hard time cumming if I'm only getting a blow job, but something about playing with a 22 year old who wanted to taste poz cum pushed me over the edge. That and I wanted to please him. And, as my poz load began making its way out of my balls I asked "Are you ready for my toxic spunk?" "Yes, sir," he replied as he closed his eyes, a look of rapture on his face, as he swallowed all my poz man juice. Afterwards he said the next time we play he wants my cum in his ass - no mercy. I will definitely brand him.

To warm up a Top i like to do that ... the cock grows so quick ... licking balls and cock, taking them in the mouth ... Some take the head, maintain it, and push deep in the throat ... not caring of bottom ... amazing feeling, the cock growing and growing inside ... Others return the bottom and fuck hard, deep inside with or witouth spit as lube ... Love both ! and you ?

It's hard to rape the willing, right? Lol Tje firzt i was raped unexpectedly though i was 14 and a couple men took me to a sleazy bar where they plied me with a few drinks and then one of them bent me over a stool, spit on my ass and fucked me. He held my arms while other guys lined up to fuck the boy's hairless pussy. I had no say who used me but thats not to say i didnt want it and enjoy being a public cumdump for a bunch of men.

Drunk and horny. Where is a poz Daddy when I crave one? My mind and body is yours to infect

Hot fucking damn!! Virgins, meth, teens and incest....and that's only the first 2 chapters! I can only imagine all the tina-inspired fun and depravity to come!! Keep it up man!

I need ony boy like that to use .. and you? He has a so nice juicy hole to put the tongue on ...

What shall we do today? Stay at home and chill? ...

Yesterday evening stopped by the adult book store I sucked two guys one to completion the other till he left, then ran until one of my regs and he said he wanted some ass and pulled me into a booth and said blow me till I'm hard. I did as I was told and he got nice and hard, he said yank your pants down I did he bent me over lubed my ads and slammed his hard cock into my not quite ready ass. As he was fucking me noticed a guys hard dick poke through the glory hole, so he pulled out of my ass and said blow him him while i fuck you. I sucked the stranger while my guy rode me the stranger came in my mouth and I was commanded to jerk and cum on my his dick which I did and he then fucked me with my cum as lube on his dick until he came in me

make me a little slam pig! put that poz dna in my neg jock hole

in 6days mate?? Well done.

Well done mate. Keep up the good work.

Just booked a plane ticket to NYC for Pride--June 23 to 27. Have a hotel room by myself in Manhattan near Central Park. Planning to be a complete cumdump the entire time I am there. Up for anything really--gangbang party, sex club raunchiness, being whored out, you name it Anything that's pervy and raunchy and gets my hole nice and juiced up. NYC pigs and pervs hit me up!

Hi Lexxi, This sounds like a job I can take on, on a regular basis as I'm only 15 miles away from you. I can host daytime meets. Would love to film me filling you up.

I love the last part of your name

Starbuck's. I exchanged glances with an older married guy while we sat across the room and drank our coffees. He finished his, I gulped mine down and he gave me a smile as we headed to the men's room. I slipped in behind him as the door shut. He pulled down his board shorts and sat back on the toilet with a big uncut hardon and big curly grey bush... I pulled down my light grey slacks and thin tight undies, pumped three pumps of hand soap in my hand and spread it on his cock, around and inside my asshole, (took a big deep breath) and sat on his cock. My whole body was shaking I was so excited and nervous! I went up and down on him a few times then he pumped me fast and pushed deep while he came inside me. I swear to god I felt his cum hit my anal wall as it squirt into me. I definitely felt the throbs. He pushed me off him, zipped me up, pulled up his shorts and basically pushed me out the door. He saw I was precumming like crazy and he wanted to deny me my orgasm! My blue balls were aching so bad. He walked me to my truck got really close like he was gonna kiss me, then rubbed my cock quickly through my business slacks with his hand. I came like pornstud in my pants. The release felt SO good my knees got weak. He kissed my neck and just left me standing there... FUCK I was late (again) to work from lunch and I had clearly visible wet cum stains soaking through the front of my dress pants from MY big cumload and a huge visible wet spot all over the back of my pants from HIS huge cumload dripping out of my still gaping buzzing asshole... I was such a wet cummy dirty slutty fag boy sloppy cum smelling mess I couldn't go back to work...

Forget STD's; just go for it.

In Key West and met a nice looking black guy on A4A this afternoon. He came to my hotel and fucked and bred me with his 9 inch cock. Problem is now I'm hungrier than ever for more cock.

FUCK! This is a great story. I hope we're not kept waiting too long for the next chapter, I can't wait to see them get Seth to party & slam his neg ass!!

First of all let me say that we as humans are nothing more than monkeys with cell phones. Monogamy doesn't exist...I mean it "exists"...its not Bigfoot or the tooth fairy. But we are hardwired biologically to "copulate" as much as possible just for one simple reason, propagation of our species by spreading our seed... literally. I know that as gay men we aren't trying to procreate, but our evolutionary brain doesn't know that. Out of the millions of species of living creatures there are only a minute amount that mate for life, and there is an evolutionary specific reason in those cases. Monogamy was created by man as a means to control man. Then double down on top of that that gay men are much more open sexually, well you have a recipe for a lifetime of miserable breakups unless its dealt with from the get go.

I'm a cheater but I get off on taking loads without bf knowing.

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

Thank you for wanting to share our Gift with chasers. Let me know where you are and I will be glad to refer you to chasers in your area.

Part 3 Daddy proceeds to grab me by my nose, hooking a finger in each nostril, and yanks me off the bed. I'm so fucked up at this point I can't get my legs to stay under me, and I fall down. Daddy tells me the floor at Daddy's feet is where a good little faggot belongs. Damn he's good. Cock out and another bump. He spits on me and tells me how worthless I am, that I'm just a piece of meat for his pleasure, and that when he's done or bored with me he's going dress me up in a school girl skirt, no panties, and nothing else, take my keys, phone, and wallet, shove me out the door in the middle of the day to humiliate, and that I'll need to figure out a way to get home and explain this to my wife. It's finally starting to sink in, he's right I'll never be anything but a faggot cum bucket and that's ok...a warm flush of realization washes over me and I know this is who I am and where I belong. Daddy grabs me my the nostrils again and stands me up. I'm shaky but managing to keep it together in the hopes of winning Daddy's love. He spits on my face and punches me in the gut. I fall down to his feet again and he say get up. I try but fail. He pulls his beautiful meat out, and thinking that's my cue to suck and worship him I move in to suck it, he spits on me, shoves me further down and starts to unleash a torrent of the strongest piss I've ever smelled all over me. He soaks me for about 30 seconds...I'm filth I don't deserve his piss or his love...then roughly grabs my head, yanks me forward, holds each eye open to piss in, then up my nose, and finally makes me drink the rest from the tip of what has now become my god, the center of my universe, the only thing I love. Fuck my wife, fuck my kids, fuck work, family, everything. I want this to be everyday for the rest of my life. With my eyes and nose burning, my vision even more blurry, I turn around on my knees, leaning on the bed for support because I'm weak and useless,and I gaze up to the giant pentagram with a goats head on the wall, and it appears to be glowing a dull red. I'm starting to understand now. I can't take my eyes off it, and it's staring back at me right into the deepest, darkest places in me. The horrible, evil things that no one knows about me, and I hear my Daddy, as if he knew all along, tell me to be the real me, not the fake bullshit we all show the world, but the real me. This is where you let it all out, you tell me and my Master every despicable thing you've ever done, every violent sexual fantasy you've ever had. When you free yourself from any guilt or remorse, and realize that life is truly only about sex, drugs, evil, and doing whatever it takes to fuck other people over to get what you want, will you be free. As my vision clears a bit, under my new masters flag are two screen playing some of the filthiest gay porn I've ever seen, my cock stiffens, and I begin to drool. Screen one has 4 burly bearded bikers, raping an 18 yo twink. My heart races when I realize this isn't a porn it's a home movie. He is being help down, spilt and pissed on, and then one of the bikers forces his mouth open, sits on his face, and shuts right in his mouth. The boi gags and then proceeds the puke all over the bikers asshole, he is not happy. The other biker is shoving his huge cock into this fuck toy and you can see the blood runnin down his taint and with every deep stroke the bikers cock gets bloodier and bloodier. The boi is crying and screaming and begging for mercy. I found myself laughing at his pain wishing it was my cock ruining him both physically and mentally. I couldn't wipe the broad smile of my face, and Daddy loved it. See faggot real power comes from our master and our cocks, take what you want when you want and bath in the misery of others. As the boi is choking on tears and vomit, I see his eyes widen...he screams as thought he were shot. I can't control myself now I'm giggling and stroking my cock, enjoying every moment of it. I then see why. This boi had a hairless tight asshole that was at one point very small. The biker who was raping him had just shoved a dry fist into his bloody cunt, and tore him wide open. The tear was very visible as it was at least two inches long and growing bigger as the biker thrust deep, all the way to his forearm. The bleeding way so sexy, I wanted to be washed in it. This is when the boi blacked out. The bikers stopped for a break because if he's unconscious he can't feel it. He did however begging to lick the bois bloody gash and did something unexpected. He stuck two fingers on each hand into the bois torn hole and yanked it wide open, leaving him with nothing but a 5 inch gash that would now be fucked and fisted until the bikers were satisfied. At that very moment, while I was laughing in ecstasy and the bois pain, stoking and sitting on an amazingly large black dildo, Daddy, who i forgot was standing behind me, casually but quickly slipped a rope noose around my neck and pulled. It felt amazing, he put his foot in the middle of my back and pushed as he pulled the noose tighter. At no point did I ever stop jerking or riding, or take my eyes of the bois bloody gash. Still smiling, turning blue, vision fading, Daddy pulled harder and I shot a huge wad of cum all over the floor, followed by seven or eight thick ropes on top of it. I was going to pass out I just knew it but I was so happy because this is how Daddy shows me he loves me, and as I start to slip away into darkness he leans into my ear and say "Do you feel that faggot, that power in your cock, that is a gift from our master, he is growing the evil inside you so that when it blooms nothing else will matter. Hail Sarah Palin! Now you say it bitch" as I gasp for my last breath before I blacked out I mumbled Hail Sarah Palin, and quickly everything went black.

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

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

Point Break - Part 2: Hotel Hoe Down : I reached up and eased the plastic off my head, wiped the sweat and grime from my face, rolled over and looked for my shadow man. Once again he was silhouetted against the single light, all shades of darkness, and then he spoke, “Good slut. You want some more breeder dick? Fucking white bitch twitch.” My trip to NYC was going great so far. I had checked in, taken some anonymous dick in my room when this superior BBC master I had chatted with sent his buddy to ‘inspect me’. I got bred and fucked good, then was told to go up to the 17th floor, where, amidst the debris and chaos of the floor renovation, the BBC, or shadow man since I had not seen his face, got me high on a crack pipe then pounded the fucking living daylights out of my ass. I WONDER WHAT ELSE HE HAD PLANNED FOR ME? “You want some more rock?” the shadow man asked. I was relishing the heat radiating from my ass, picturing his AIDS nutt burrowing like the great worms of Dune through my intestinal wall. I got up onto my knees and replied, “Yeah, sure.” Shadow man stepped forward, his POZ dick so close, his face darker than a summer storm when he reached down and cuffed me good, “Try that again hoe - that’s no way to address your superior black master especially after he just gifted you. So, if you trying to be that drugged-up-pussy-slut, how do you think you respond - huh?” I hung my head, “YES SIR - MASTER SIR - ANYTHING YOU SAY - WANT ME TO DO. I’LL DO IT. YES SIR MASTER.” He chuckled, “Fucking dick hungry white cunts. That’s better. You learn quick. Good thing because me and my homies plan to seed that manhole. Show you how big and filthy and nasty the Big Apple sewer rats are. Fill you with gutta-snipe dick, infected jizz, sling that dope in your lungs and veins, and make you O.D. every which way imaginable.” Hell yeah! I was still trying to process each part of what he had just said when shadow man stepped out of my line of vision, went behind me, grabbed the plastic sheeting, then I heard him cut into it with a knife or some other instrument. He walked up behind me, rested his still hard dick on my right shoulder and I about broke my neck trying to twist it so I could touch him with my tongue. He lowered a big slice of plastic construction sheeting down in front of my face, moved his hands in unison towards the back of my head and said, “Reach up and grab it in the back right where my hand is at.” I lifted my left hand and grabbed the stiff, slick, plastic. Shadow man was behind me and I heard RRRRIIIIPPPPP. “Stay fucking still and don’t worry. Won’t have you falling out on me just yet, but if you real good got a buddy who will choke you out just as he slams his monster dick in to breed you - you won’t fucking believe how that feels. Anyways, going to tape this shit up, wrap you up like a bag of medical waste and will then cut a hole flap for your mouth/nose in a minute so you can take the pipe, wet the dick, swallow the piss, and whatever the else I fucking decide to stuff your gullet with. What do you say fag boy?” Even through the plastic now covering my face he could clearly hear my reply, “YES SIR - MASTER SIR - ANYTHING YOU SAY - WANT ME TO DO. I’LL DO IT. YES SIR MASTER.” Having wrapped my head in plastic and duct tape like a mummy, shadow man then stood in front of me and said, “You better not flinch, otherwise you can play the Joker in the next Batman movie.” He gripped the plastic between his fingers and slowly sliced into it making a diagonal line left to right from just about my left nostril down to the right corner of my mouth, then reversed the process so the plastic had a big X cut into it. He shoved two fingers through the hole. I opened my mouth; he scraped up my gums and cheeks a bit as I spread my jaw wider and wider. “Yeah, that’ll do,” he proclaimed. Shadow man stepped away, “Aiight, open that air hole up so you can hit this big rock. You ain’t no baby bird no more so I want to see a true fucking rock star you hear me? Suck that shit up; hold it deep, I want you to tweak the fuck out. You are going to give up control one way or the other - willingly or not - I don’t give a fuck which and before we’re done you’ll be begging to have me slut you to the NYPD mounted patrol so that hoe pussy can get filled with 4-legged horse dick.” CLICK - the lighter caught, the rock hissed as it sparked, the cool glass quickly warmed up between my lips and I almost flinched and pulled away as the flame felt awful close to my face, but I held steady. “Good bitch - good bitch. Take that smoke,” my superior BBC master said. Over and over, back to back, I hit the pipe and was getting fidgety as hell. He then stepped away, I could hear him inhaling, exhaling, could smell the rank particles filling the air. “We all good - come on now. The homies are waiting,” he said. I stood up, let him turn me around, and reached back to try to find his hard shaft and grabbed on. “Dick hungry hoe huh? Tell me faggot hoe how you going to make this superior black man proud tonight?” I spit the words out quicker than Vanilla Ice, “Fuck me master. As much as you want - as many guys as you want - whore me out - drug me up - no limits MASTER - just infect me, POZ me, fill me with dirty dick, seed, dick...of Jesus I’m kinda fucked up. Um...make me take your piss, slap me, choke me, spank me, um...fuck me - oh wait I said that. Use your toothbrush on me MASTER - my mouth and ass - um...pussy cunt. Manhole.” Shadow man laughed, slapped my ass cheeks hard, grabbed my hips then slammed his raw dick back in with no warning as he filled me, “Fuck yeah white bitch twitch. All that and more and that’s just the beginning. I got a whole lotta R&B planned for you. Rob you and beat you - rape you and breed you - rim you and bang you - rip you up and bust you out. I may O.D. you just to watch you shake, sweat, puke, shit, and hallucinate until you think you at fucking Coney Island before I put that pipe back to those lips and set you right just so I can edge you back out all over again with one fucked up trip after another.” My mind reeled as he roughly grabbed my wrists, pulled my arms behind my back and twisted, “And that’s just tonight.” I groaned as he slid his BBC out of my hungry ass, and shook with need for the pleasures that awaited me down the rabbit hole. “Come on” he said as he pushed me forward, “I’m just walking you down the hall. I got you. Don’t worry. You won’t fall or shit. Homies are waiting.” He paused, slammed me face up against the door jam, drove his dick back in me, and snarled, “Nothing gets my POZ nutts churning that boy cunt butter like watching my home boys use a hoe bitch - totally anonymous - on the DL. Big dicks one and all. Rough trade shit - and each and every motha-fuckin one has AIDs or some sketchy shit to breed in that puss puss. They’ll be fighting, drinking, drugging, and whoring - you being the whore. What? Don’t fuckin worry about where we going. Jesus. I can see we need to keep that mouth stuffed. OK - you saw all the construction shit up here? Well a couple years back some folks from China or some shit bought the place. Thought we were going to be the next big thing, so they decided to tear shit up. Make it all high end. Well, what they didn’t realize is folks with that kind of cash don’t come to this part of town. Nothing here. So shit tanked - new owners, whatever. Anyways, things got left as they are with no money or plans in the future to fix it. So, I use it for my needs - to breed and POZ dumb fucks like you, and more. Just down the hall is the only room they done up - a suite - or what would have been a new suite. It was a model of how they thought the whole place would look. Come on now. Enough yapping.” I let the superior BBC master guide me through the debris, down the hall until he stopped, “OK, let’s do another rock real quick like. Huff it up like you having a baby - an AIDs baby - my baby - you about to give birth so suck that smoke good.” This time the smoke scalded my windpipe and lungs going down and coming up - it was like inhaling acid! Satisfied, he rapped on the door - paused - rapped twice real fast - paused, then again. Nothing. I could hear him slide his key card in and the door caught as he opened it, “GOD DAMN IT MUTHA-FUCKAS. WHY THE HELL DID YOU LOCK THE DOOR? COME ON NOW AND LET ME IN - I GOT TONIGHT’S PINK PUSSY TREAT AND THE HOE IS ALL LOOSEY-GOOSEY.” The door lock was flipped back; a wave of voices, smells, and other noises permeated the plastic wrapped around my head. “Where’s that tin foil - don’t fuckin burn it through man - hell! Who got a fresh needle? Man I hope that puta gets here soon - I need to piss something fierce. Yo - who snagged by box of rocks? Motha-fuckas better step up! You dealing or what man? Come on now. The bet is good.” Almost as one all the voices hushed like the Pope had just entered the room. Through the opaque plastic I could make out just general shades of darkness, light, movement and the bright areas in front of me filled into dark voids and multiple men gathered round - how many I had no idea. I was turning my head side to side like a hooded falcon on an Arabian prince’s arm. Shadow man spoke up, “Hey, hey HEY! Jesus it’s like running a God-damn day care sometimes with you all. Listen up. So far, this hoe has done good - real good. But - and you know what I mean when I say but - the faggot gurl still has some proving to do. So, I need to go down to the restaurant and fix some shit real quick. In the meantime - HEY HEY HEY fuckin shut up! In the meantime, just stick to the pipe for now but no limits on the man cunt aiight? I already marked that pussy good so POZ it up, bloody it up, beat it up, what the fuck ever I don’t care.” My BBC master let go of my arm, voices were raised, hands grabbed me, and before I could barely take a breath I was bent over with some uncut, slimy dick fucking my mouth while a toilet paper roll sized one fucked my ass. The voices started again… “Yo, pull off that mouth - let me share this spark - come on now, take the pipe - suck it up, yeah bitch - yeah! Fucking wet pussy right here guys - fucking wet - sloppy - fuck that’s good - already dropped some cum - who’s next? Back off nicca! You and those fucking toys - no way man! We only using this hoe for dick - dick dick dick. Need me to say it again? Why does Carlos always try lifting them ankles up when he sees my big black dick swinging? You going all gurly on us Carlos? Or you going to do some baby momma making? HA! Come open that mouth and lick my fuckin drip! Get ready for this Superman dick! Wait no - Iron Man - yeah my shit’s brick hard - oh fuck - wait - Thor dick - with my war hammer! You dumb ass - Thor’s white! He needs this Black Panther Dick prison fuck down. Let me climb up in that hole and show you what’s what. Skeet skeet - take them babies in that fag cunt! Swallow - don’t fuckin dribble! That’s some good piss right yo! Hey - who can film this shit - look at them ass lips stretch for my monster! Fucking-eh niccas, homie got us a true freak sub! Look at that shim’s cunt pulse after I brushed it good - all bloody and ready for my POZ load - fuck yeah!” On and on it went as one after another of the dudes gave me the smoke, gave me the pipe, gave me their manly juices from spit, to piss, to nutt and more nutt. Like shadow man said, there was plenty of fighting and shit and I was not the only one who was going to leave that room with bruises. I was on my back on the couch; my legs lifted high and up so the top fucking me could dig in deep. His dark image a blur through the plastic homemade hoodie as he pounded and with each thrust he worked to fill my mouth with his spit as he practiced lobbing chunks at my open, eager air hole. Someone sat down on the couch to the right, patted my head, and said, “Well, well, well. I see the hoe’s found what that pussy needed.” It was shadow man. “Remember I said I got a buddy who will choke you out as he breeds you? He just rolled in from the clubs and is horny as shit, so as soon as my boy here gets his nutt, you are going on a new trip.” While shadow man sat with his hand on the couch beside mine, his buddy finished his business and dumped some more cum in my raw ass. “Come on,” shadow man said as he helped me stand up. I was a bit dizzy, my legs cramped, cum and ass juice were running down my legs. He pushed/steered me away from the din of his homies’ voices, into another room, and shut the door, then said, “My boy is a gully gangsta nicca who goes hard. He’s an extreme motha-fucka, but knows his shit; so don’t be tripping over it. Enjoy the fucking ride. Here, sit on the toilet, let your guts release whatever the hell you got stored up in there - you ain’t U-Haul - then we’ll dab you out with some hoe tampons, make you nice and dry so you’ll feel it good when he takes you.” I had my eyes closed behind the plastic hood over my head. Not sure why, maybe just my body’s way of trying to reset, relax, and let flow what needed to flow. Have you ever tried to wipe your ass without being able to see? I had to laugh at my attempts, but shadow man stood me up, dabbed me dry, and inspected me to make sure I was good. He flushed and closed the lid then had me sit back down. “Can I hit the pipe?” I asked. He just laughed, walked away, the door closed, I was alone - or so I thought. CLICK - - - HISS - CLICK - - - HISS - echoed from the far corner. I tilted my head, turned, and for the first time saw the darkness of a large monster hiding in the corner with a long flame spitting up to burn his smoke. I didn’t dare move, or speak. CLICK - - - HISS - CLICK - - - HISS - and then the flame died, the monster moved, and his darkness filled the void. “Stand the fuck up, bend over, and show me that cunt,” the monster growled. His claws dug into my tender, used, flesh hole, then he spun me around and I could imagine his incisors long, and sharp, ready to rend my flesh apart. His face was inches from mine, his breath hot on the bits of skin that showed through the cut in the plastic hood. He reeked of smoke, liquor, and more. My wrists were grabbed hard, my hands raised and set against his bearded, square-jawed head, “Feel my face - run your fingers on my grill - hmmm - make those memories of your executioner - imagine in your mind the roughest thug nicca you can, times that shit by 10, and still you be bowing at my feet as the scrap of worthless hoe flesh you are.” I was turned around and a beast dick pressed at my hole. “This that grown man dick that none these youngins can give you,” the monster promised. Cold steel then pressed against my skin as he slid a knife between the plastic hood and my lower neck. Gently he edged up, got a finger underneath, and made small saw cuts creating a flap in the back. I thought he was going to take the plastic hood off me, but instead, he wound layers of duct tape around my forehead and over my eyes and bridge of my nose, securing the plastic in place on my head and cutting off what little light remained in my world. My chest heaved in and out as my adrenaline kicked in, but I held myself steady against the bath vanity. The knife was laid on the counter as this BBC monster slid his open hands up my spine, parted to the right and left sides of my neck, and then with practiced ease interlocked his muscled hands around my throat. He began tapping his right index finger against the spot on my neck where my carotid artery pulsed and fluttered like he was setting his own body’s clock and rhythm to mine. He pressed his body closer and I could feel his stiff dick at my asshole. He set his head against mine, his face by my left ear - closer still and he was ready. “Usually I got to pay to have a knock out thot delivered cause I’m not going down again on no rape charge, but while you are free, you sure the fuck not willing!” The monster slammed his mutant dick into me dry and I yelped in pain, and his grip tightened, “Feel your god’s hands around that throat squeezing your life out - feel your god’s dick in your ass, filling you with my AIDs death. Prep won’t do you no good. My shit is totally med resistant and toxic and now I can add another tear drop tattoo to my face, and…” I was out. My eyes fluttered. I felt the heavy weight of the ocean on me like I was a sub that had been torpedoed and begun to sink, but slowly started to find my way back to the surface, back to the light, bobbing once more upon the waves. I was still bent over the vanity - well slumped - with the monster’s claws digging into my neck as he ravaged my now, wet hole with his breeding stick. I fought to stand up straight, to feel him go deeper, and he growled his approval. I grabbed his powerful forearms as he mauled me and scratched and slapped and scrabbled as the monster invaded my flesh and secured me in its death grip. “FUCKING CUNT TAKE THIS NICCA DICK - RAPE THE FUCK OUTTA YOU! GOD DAMN PUSSY FAGGOT - FEEL MY 11-INCHES RIP YOU A NEW ASS HOLE - INFECT THE FUCK OUTTA YOU! BEAT YOU TO DEATH FROM THE INSIDE OUT! POZZING YOU FUCKING BITCH - POZZING YOU GOOD - PO….” and I was out again as he squeezed my neck full force. There was an incessant pounding in my head - no on my head and why was it so fucking loud? My eyes took a quick peek, closed, reopened, and then closed again. Quit fucking slapping me! Well that’s what I thought, but not a sound came out of my mouth. I groaned. Shadow man’s voice loomed over me, “Come on back now - there you go - he’s a fucking pro but some bitches take longer to come back around than others and guess you’re one of the slow ones.” I moaned again, someone rolled me onto my right side, my ass was pried apart, “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST LOOK AT THAT - CRAZY NICCA TORE THAT SHIT UP!” someone said, followed by, “LET ME CLIMB ON THAT SHIT - SCOPE IT GOOD.” Shadow man rolled me back over, “Fucking wait a minute bro, fuck. Come on, help me sit him up a sec, here, drink this, it’s just water, drink it all. There you. Feeling better huh? Yeah you are.” I was on a bed, well a mattress as there were no sheets or anything. I turned my head left then right, dark demons shifted in and out of the light and I reached up to touch my sore neck and throat. Appeared shadow man had rebuilt my plastic hood as the duct tape was gone off my eyes, the cut in the back repaired, and once again I was just an anonymous cum dump for whatever dick needed a hole. Shadow man spoke again, “I need you to scoot up a little - you OK - there you go - now get on your hands and knees - now feel my dick - OK back up, back up, fuck yeah that feel good? I know it does. You’re such a fucking cock slut! Now I’m going to lay back and want you to come with me - just roll back, keep my dick in you, and lie on top of me - yeah just like that. Yeah I know that pussy’s hurting, but we’re about to take care of that real good - real fucking good.” My ass was on fire, and my whole abdomen hurt, it hurt to even breath, but shadow man wrapped his arms around my chest, held me tight to his warm body, and continued to monitor my temp with his BBC buried to the hilt in my swollen ass. My superior BBC master provided the commentary to fill me in on what was happening now, “TIME TO GET YOU POINTED OUT. EVER TAKEN CRYSTAL THROUGH A NEEDLE? HEROIN? ANYTHING? OH DAMN - A VIRGIN! SHIT - WELL NOT FOR ANY LONGER. MY HOMIE HERE IS ABOUT TO WRAP A RED CANVAS BELT AROUND YOUR RIGHT BICEP. FEEL THAT TUGGING TIGHT? OK, NOW HE HELD THE SYRINGE UP TO HIS MOUTH, PUT THE ORANGE CAP BETWEEN HIS JACKED UP TEETH - REALLY MAN YOU NEED A GRILL OR SOME SHIT TO COVER THAT FREAKNESS UP. ANYWAYS, HE’S GOT THE CAP IN HIS TEETH AND IS NOW CHECKING THE SYRINGE. THE SYRINGE HAS A BIG METAL RING ON THE END, LIKE A GRENADE PIN YOU KNOW? HE’S GOT HIS FINGER THROUGH THAT AND - WAIT - OK - NOW YOU’LL FEEL HIM TAP YOUR RIGHT ARM. WHAT’S HE DOING? HE’S LOOKING FOR A VEIN. A VEIN HE CAN INJECT YOU IN. THIS AINT’ NO KIDDIE MEDICINE YOU GET SQUIRTED IN YOUR MOUTH. THIS IS TURN-YOU-INTO-A-SEX-SLAVE SHIT COCKTAIL. YOU DON’T THINK I MAKE A LIVING WORKING AT THIS HOTEL DO YOU? FUCK JESUS - THANK GOD FOR NAIVE FAG PUSSY LIKE YOU. OK - CHRIST YOU GOT SOME GOOD VEINS - WE’LL SEE HOW LONG THOSE LAST. OK, HE’S DOUBLE CHECKING THE SYRINGE, LITTLE SQUIRT, NOW JUST BY YOUR ELBOW CREASE YOU WILL FEEL A LITTLE PRICK - JUST A LITTLE - THEN MAYBE SOME COOLNESS. FEEL THAT? HE’S FILLED YOUR VEIN UP GOOD. NOW GET READY - HERE COMES THE FUCKING RUSH - WHEN HE PULLS THE BELT OFF YOU’LL WANT TO COUGH, THAT’S OK, JUST LET IT OUT, I GOT YOU.” Everything then happened so fast. The belt came off my arm, my body went extra dimensional, I got so fucking hot - voices were crashing around inside my head. What the fuck did you give me?” I managed to blurt, “I want to go back to my room. Take me to my room, I…I don’t like this...I…” The next anonymous dick slid into my cum filled hole with ease. I moaned in contentment as I once again felt like a turkey filled with stuffing at a Pilgrim Thanksgiving, dripping with sauce. My intentions were innocent enough when I answered the man’s ad. OK, well maybe not, but even with the empty rigs lying on the floor, the multiple raw dicks that had bred me, and the BBC maintenance man/pimp repeatedly calling me his, “White bitch twitch,” code for drugged-up-cum-chaser, I had yet to admit to myself how far I had fallen. 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?” (*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!)

HELL YEAH! Same shit I get into.... keep this going!

Nailed an 18 yr old intern from my job yesterday! Have not Topped anyone since September of last year...been trying to be the best pig bottom I can be, ya know :-) ....but this kid literally just sort of fell into my lap. Skinny kid, super bright, just turned 18 in March, off to college in the fall, & apparently looking to get fucked! I bairly speak to the interns because they don't really do any work for me, but I did notice this kid always staring at me. I just thought he was weird, but it turned out he likes guys who are older & bigger than him, but he was just too shy to talk to me & had no idea if I was even gay or bi. Yesterday I needed to go to our off-site storage, my boss suggested taking one of the interns to help so I asked the group & this guy volunteers. He's real quiet on the way there, I do most of the talking. At the storage unit I needed something that was kinda buried so the kid tries to climb over this cabinet & falls backwards a little. I put my hands up to catch him & of course my hands go right on his ass. I swear, I was not trying for that! I push the kid back up & say I'm sorry for grabbing his ass, & he smiles & tells me it's no problem & I can do it anytime. He climbs over this cabinet & starts rummaging around & I'm just like, "fuck it!" why not see where this goes. Now I climb over this cabinet & the kid looks at me like he's confused so I say I came back to grab his ass some more. The kids eyes light up & he slowly moves closer to me, I just grab him & pull him close in and start groping his ass. I ask him if he wants my cock & he says yes, so I tell him to get on his knees & open his mouth. He gave a pretty good blowjob I have to say, but I was hungry for that ass. I told him I wanted to fuck, he said he did too & starts asking me when is good for me & can he come to my place. I just laughed & said, "no kid, you're getting fucked now." He suddenly gets all nervous, saying he's afraid to do it in public, to which I point out that we're in the back of storage unit & no one can see us. Then he's saying we don't have condoms or lube, blah, blah, blah. I was just like, look kid, you got my cock all throbbing now you're gonna get fucked. Lol! He moaned about the condom some more, but by now I was already yanking his pants down & I knew he ultimately wanted it too bad to resist. Finally he asked me if I was clean & I said yes. I sucked & licked his little asshole, spit in his crack, spit on my dick & started to enter. I ended up pounding his tight ass like a fucking animal! Something just came over me; the environment, the age difference, the size difference, the fact I was his first raw cock, the fact that I had to persuade my way into his ass, & the fact that I've taken so many loads these past few months without knowing the status & might be passing something on.....it all just amped me up sooo much! I fucking wrecked his hole to the point that I think the poor kid was having second thoughts. In the end I pumped a huge load into his ass & it felt fucking awesome! Made the little faggot suck me clean afterwards. He was all quiet as he pulled his pants up. I told him he was a good fuck & that I hadn't cum that hard in a while & that made him smile. In the car on the way back I told him not to tell anybody, that it was our secret. He asked for my number, but I told him we'd keep it casual & spontaneous & only until his internship is over. He's here every Wednesday for another 3 weeks, so maybe I'll have another tale to tell next week :-)

I am usually a poz bareback cumdump....but damn could I slide my raw dick into some of the boys you have pictured here/ Great profile.