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Hey guys... This is going to be a seven chapter series. I've got it partly written and fully outlined... Hope you all enjoy ;-) Chapter I. My boy and I had been going through a rough patch. We’d both been busy at work, not spending enough time with each other, and both cheating behind the other’s back. We had an ‘open relationship,’ so we were allowed to fool around, but I think we’d been neglected each other for easy ass and dick. My boy would come home later than usual, and not be in the mood. When we’d snuggle up in bed, I’d shudder to realize his hole was loose and sloppy, dripping someone else’s cum. Sometimes he’d let me breed him a second time, but more often than not, he’d roll onto his back and just pass out. We knew we might be headed nowhere fast, and decided to take the summer off to reconnect. We figured we’d both go off PrEP too, since we’d be alone in the countryside and not easy access to refills. We rented a cottage upstate that needed some fixing up. It belonged to an older gay guy in our building. He’d been having some health issues lately, and wouldn’t manage the trip this summer. The rent was cheap provided that we’d take care of the grounds, do some minor electrical repairs, and a bit of painting. We thought it would be good to have a project to keep us busy, together, and away from the gay bars with thirsty guys. We got six weeks off of work, rented a car, and drove away, subletting our apartment in the city, for the income, and so we couldn’t chicken out of the hard work and countryside life. Maybe three days into the first week, some of our new neighbors started to get nosey about the new guys, and one by one came by to introduce themselves. They were all older, mid-50s at the youngest, and all painfully straight. Except Will, who lived a few lots down the road. Will was easily 60, but suave in a way that led me to think he must be gay. Older guys aren’t really my thing, and they are certainly not my boy’s thing. He much prefers slim hung twinks. Will as decidedly not slim and not a twink, but it looked like he might be well-hung from what appeared to be a tree trunk down his shorts. Will whistled as he walked up our driveway. He must have been close to six foot tall, and he had a big beer belly, with ginger and salt hair peeking out around his shirt collar. He’d brought a six-pack, and introduced himself with a big grin. We kicked back, and made small talk on the back porch. It was fucking hot, and I downed two beers really quickly. We all did. We loosened up with the beer, and Will told us that he had been buddies with the owner of our cottage, enquiring after his declining health. He was happy to see some ‘young blood’ in the neighborhood, and even more glad that we were fixing the place up. He offered to loan us some tools to help take care of some brush in the back yard. I was pretty sure he attempted an innuendo about tools, and another about sharing. I laughed it off and we made a plan to stop by the next afternoon to pick them up. Friendly neighbor, right? I excused myself to the kitchen to get some new cold beers, and left Will with my boy to chat. I got the beers and went to the freezer in the basement to fill up a bucket with ice. When I came back upstairs, Will had let himself in and was taking a piss with the door open in the bathroom just off of the kitchen. I snickered and he looked over his shoulder, apologizing for not closing the door. He turned his whole body to me and shook the last few droplets of piss off of one the biggest, longest, thickest cocks I had ever seen. Jesus. This thing was easily ten inches long, even if totally soft, with a dark purple hood of foreskin over the head. I felt myself instinctively licking my lips. He joked it off, saying he usually would be polite and close the door, but he had to pee pretty badly and forgot to close it… I shrugged it off, as he shook his cock, ever so slightly stroking it. I closed my open mouth, he pulled up his shorts, and we went back outside with his meaty paw wrapped around my shoulder. We sat back down on the porch, but once I’d seen that massive meat, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. It was plain to see that log snaking down his left leg. My boy gave me a funny look then followed my eyes down to that meaty cock. I heard him gasp. Will noticed it too, and I swear, that big dick lurched in his shorts. We quickly downed another bunch of beers, and my boy went inside to get the next refill. He looked a bit flushed, as if he needed to cool off, so I offered to help, and brought the empty bottles in. As soon as we were in the kitchen, he whispered to me, "Damn! Did you see his big cock? Fuck! If I were into older guys, whoah…." I faked chastising him even as I suspected Will would wind up fucking one or both of us before the summer was out. To be continued…

Hey folks. Long time lurker, first time poster. Just had a very hot quickie in a fast food restroom right before work. A semi-regular, married fuckbud I've run into in some of the most random places was getting lunch, and we ran into each other at the counter. We made some general small talk before he said "I gotta piss, meet me in the restroom." So I did, with him just a couple steps behind me. We went into the handicapped stall, he whipped his dick out and I started sucking. It wasn't quiet, and if anyone had walked in, we weren't exactly subtle, with him moaning "Yeah, suck that cock" and the slurping/sucking noise of me obliging. After a couple minutes, he announced "I'm gonna put it in your ass", and moved behind me. I spit in my hand, rubbed some on my hole, and he pressed in. Nice, thick head and shaft, average length. But without any real prep, I could feel him splitting my hole open. He grabbed onto my hips and fucked me while I was bent over the toilet, standing. Pounded away for another couple of minutes before those magical words "I'm gonna nut". My response of "Oh fuck, nut in my ass" sent him over the edge and he shoved all the way in, dropping his load into my guts. I pulled my pants up, gave him a quick thanks and a kiss on the lips, and slipped out while he recovered. I'm sure I'll run into him again somewhere...we always do.

Finally...sorry...lots of stuff going on. __________________________ Chapter 22) “Darr? Honey? Wake up, we’re here,” said an insistent voice. I felt a hand grasp my left arm and apply a little pressure. “What, huh?” I said as I was forced awake and found myself looking into Mike’s eyes. “Good morning,” I said drowsily, smiling, stroking his cheek and giving him a kiss. He chuckled. “You’re really out of it. We’re here.” “Where here?” I said shaking my head, then running my hands over my face and through my hair in an attempt to clear my fuzzy brain. “New York, where else? The flight landed and everyone else has gotten off the jet, they’re just waiting for us.” “I guess I fell asleep,” I said, yawning while I dug under the seat in front of me for my messenger bag. “That’s one way of putting it,” Mike answered, giving me a hand up and taking charge of our coats and his backpack as we deplaned while smiling our thanks to the flight crew. I couldn’t believe we had completed the trip and that there hadn’t been a single hitch: no midnight raid, no death threats spray painted on the door and no broken windows. But in late November when I called, the only pair of tickets available for the week before Christmas was a flight that left at 6:15 AM. That meant getting to the airport by 4:45 AM at the latest. I was anything but a morning person, so Mike had to more or less drag me out of bed. Rod and his business partner, Jack, drove us to the airport, taking a round-about route. As far as I could tell, no one followed us. I delivered holiday bonus checks that my parents had sent for Rod and Jack, then Rod escorted us inside and kept watch as we checked our bags and went through security. We’d purchased muffins and coffee before boarding the first flight and more coffee and egg sandwiches during a layover in Detroit. But even with all the caffeine I sucked down I’d slept through both flights. Having Mike near allowed me to relax – I felt safe and secure. Now we were in the terminal at New York’s LaGuardia Airport walking towards baggage claim. I was still pretty fatigued; it was hard to keep pace with Mike’s long-legged strides, seemingly completely unaffected by the early start and long trip. “How is it I’ve never noticed before that you’re a morning person?” I asked him. He shrugged. “Farm boy here.” “You’re a farm boy? Literally?” I said in disbelief. “Yup. My family lives in southwestern Pennsylvania, just over the state line from Maryland. We grow organic vegetables, there’s an apple orchard and we raise free-range chickens and ducks. My dad is also a park ranger.” “The things I’m still learning about you.” This was why he owned a couple of pairs of heavy-duty work boots. We hadn’t talked a lot about Mike’s family; my sense was he found the topic painful, so I hadn’t pushed it. I knew that they were Christian fundamentalists of some sort, didn’t observe Christmas and that Mike was the eldest of three boys, but that was it. We made it down the small flight of stairs to baggage claim, all the while buffeted by the swirling pre-holiday crowd. “My mom said she’d meet us somewhere around…” I began and then heard her call my name. “Mom!” I exclaimed as she made her way toward us, wearing a dark coat over a chunky knit black sweater and black leggings and boots, with a rose pink cashmere scarf looped around her neck. We hugged, and then she turned to greet Mike, taking his large hands in her slender, delicate ones. “Mike, welcome to New York. It’s wonderful to see you again, I’m so glad you could visit with us for the holidays,” my mom said. “Oh, no, thank you Mrs. Leib…I mean, Mimi,” he answered, remembering that she hadn’t taken my dad’s name, and wanted him to call her Mimi anyway. “I really appreciate the chance to see New York and spend time with Darren and you and Mr. Leibowitz.” “You’re always welcome in our home,” my mother said. “Let’s grab your bags, and I’ll get a car to pick us up.” Twenty minutes later we were on our way into the city in a comfortable SUV. I was in the back seat with Mike; my mom rode shotgun. I leaned against Mike, my eyes at half-mast. Mom sighed. “You stayed up late to do laundry and pack, didn’t you,” she said to me. “Yeah. I was booked all day yesterday, two tests with just a lunch break,” I said through a yawn. “How was the trip?” “It was fine, almost no turbulence. Darren slept soundly all the way here,” Mike answered for me. “I think we’ll have a quiet day, then, if that’s okay with you. We’ll have lunch once you’re settled and tonight we have dinner reservations at Nice Matin. After that, you can watch a movie or do whatever you’d like.” “Nice Matin, my favorite…sounds good,” I mumbled and slipped into a light doze as I felt Mike’s muscular arm slip around me. This homecoming was in complete contrast to Thanksgiving, when I spent the ride home fuming and feeling sorry for myself. Since things had been so quiet – no incidents at school for weeks – Uncle Jeffy, Mom and Dad had decided that having Mike accompany me was enough. At 6’2” tall and 215 pounds he had more than enough muscle to take care of anybody who even tried to harass me. Since we didn’t plan on spending much (if any) time apart, hired muscle would have been redundant. We’d be able to sightsee at our leisure; I was looking forward to taking him to my favorite places along with the usual tourist stuff, like Ellis Island, the Empire State Building and the 9/11 Memorial. I drifted out of my nap to hear my mom say, “…relieved you’re with him. I think he’s – well, to say the least – more comfortable with you than with professionals. Though the guards we hired for Thanksgiving were very nice, this will be much more fun for Darren. And for his father and me.” I pretended to be asleep and just managed to keep from laughing at Mom’s characterization of Trent and Nick as “very nice.” But I certainly agreed that having Mike here was more relaxing than sneaking around like I did last time, for all that I enjoyed myself with those two studs. No one fucked me quite the way Mike did, and with him I could work on being bred for keeps. So far no sign that it’d worked – not even a cough or a sneeze. I wondered how long it would take. Maybe even now the virus was taking hold? I must have drifted off again, because it seemed like seconds later that the SUV was letting us off at the apartment house where I’d grown up. Mom slipped the driver a cash tip after he helped us unload our luggage. Mike looked around, wide-eyed as he took in the neighborhood where we lived. Across 81st Street was Hayden Planetarium, and just beyond it was the Museum of Natural History. To the left, at the eastern end of the block, Central Park beckoned; to the west was Columbus Avenue with its shops and restaurants, Pizzeria Uno prominent on the corner. His expression was admiring as he gazed at the elegant Beaux Arts façade of the building that I’d always called home. Javier was on duty and he opened the door greeting me enthusiastically. “Mr. Darren, good to see you back so soon. Nice for your family you could visit for the holidays,” he said as he shook my hand. “Thanks, Javier. Your family is good?” “Couldn’t be better. The oldest is on the honor roll at school for three months running!” Javier answered, his face beaming with pride. “Congratulations,” I said. Javier looked at Mike inquiringly, and I realized I hadn’t considered how to introduce Mike. I made a snap decision that I wasn’t going to hide anything on this trip. Everyone knew I was gay; when I decided to come out at age 15, it had been impossible to shut me up on the subject. “This is Mike Prescott, my boyfriend. Mike this is Javier, the best doorman in the world.” They shook hands; if Javier was surprised he hid it well. In spite of the slight tension I felt in the moment, I was unable to stifle a huge yawn. “Darren, sweetie, we better get you upstairs,” my Mom said, steering me towards the elevator, Mike following. “He was up late packing, even though they had an early flight,” she explained to Javier over her shoulder. “Kids,” he said, commiserating parent-to-parent with my mom. As soon as we got off the elevator we could hear Maxi’s barks interspersed with high-pitched yelps. “He only barks that way when you come home,” my mother said as she unlocked the door. Maxi burst in the hall as soon as the door opened, whining hysterically, sniffing at my suitcase, jumping on me, then running around in circles, unable to contain himself. “C’mon Maxi,” I said as we entered the apartment and he followed immediately, now inspecting Mike’s suitcase. “Uh, he isn’t going to, um…‘mark’ his territory, right?” Mike asked uneasily. “Oh, no, he’s very well trained,” my mother assured him. “Maximillian Amadeus Grandiamus, come here and meet Mike,” I said as I picked the dog up and accepted his “kisses.” “Maximillian Amadeus what?” Mike echoed, starting to laugh. “Grandiamus. Long dog, long name. He goes by Maxi, really.” “Well, hi there Maxi,” Mike said, carefully offering the back of his hand. Predictably, the dog immediately nuzzled Mike’s hand expecting to be petted. “He’s just like you, pushy and demanding,” Mike said with a grin. “He knows what he wants, that’s all. And he has good taste.” “Can’t argue with that,” Mike said. I put Maxi down, took Mike’s letterman jacket – I never would have believed that I’d date the captain of the football team, even though the season was cancelled – and hung it in the hall closet next to my long winter coat, then led the way out of the entryway into the front hall. Mike paused for a moment to look around, then said, “This is a beautiful place you have, Mrs., uh, Mimi.” My mom smiled. “Thanks so much, Mike. I thought we’d put you in the guest room…” “Mom,” I interrupted impatiently, “Mike and I have been sharing a bed for the past four months. What’s the point of putting him anyplace other than my room?” She looked startled. “Well, uh, I…” “Plus I know Grandma and Grandpa let you and Dad sleep together when you weren’t married.” “Your grandmother has a big mouth,” my mom grumbled, accurately pinpointing my source. “Daddy and I were engaged to be married at the time.” I continued to press my case. “It’s not like you have to worry that I’m going to get pregnant.” Mom massaged her temples and said, “Fine, I give up. Your grandparents are going to be staying overnight after the Chanukah party, anyway, so this will make it easier.” “Grandma and Grandpa are visiting from Florida?” I said, excited at the prospect of seeing them; I would love for them to meet Mike. “What about their apartment downstairs?” When my grandparents sold the place to Mom and Dad, they bought a smaller apartment in the building as a pied-á-terre for when they visited New York. My mom looked faintly uncomfortable. “No, it’s Grandma and Grandpa Leibowitz.” I stared back at her, speechless. “Sweetie, I know you find them…difficult…” “Difficult?” I echoed sarcastically. “I guess you could say that, since my father’s mother strongly implied that I was mentally ill when she found out that I’m gay and told you to send me for conversion therapy.” I had refused to refer to my dad’s parents as my grandparents ever since the ugly scene just before I left for college. Mike watched us lob arguments back and forth as if he were at the U.S. Open, wisely remaining silent. “Darren, the entire family is coming here this year for the gift exchange, your aunts, uncles and cousins from both sides. We couldn’t exclude them.” “Great. Perfect. Maybe Mike and I can take Maxi for a two-day walk. Or I’ll call Nana and ask her if we can hide out at her place. When were you planning to let me know they were coming?” “Do you have to be so difficult?” my mom countered without answering me. “I know it’s uncomfortable for you. But Dad and I have made it clear that you’ve brought a friend to visit from school and that they have to be on their best behavior.” “Do they know he’s my boyfriend?” I asked bluntly. “Well…not exactly.” I exhaled, controlling myself with difficulty. But I could see how anxious my mom was, so I relented, entertaining myself with the thought of laying a big, wet smooch on Mike in front of my father’s parents. “Okay. As long as they’re civil, I’ll be civil back.” She smiled, relieved. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. You’ll be surrounded by family and Mike.” I planned to remain glued to Mike or someone to avoid any time alone where I could be cornered and harangued for the duration of their stay. Maybe I should insist on having Trent and Nick here, too. If there was ever a time for bodyguards… I yawned widely again, feeling twice as exhausted after the burst of adrenaline had worn off. “Mike, follow me,” I said. “Let’s unpack then have lunch.” “Sweetie, it’s a little early,” my mom said. Glancing at my watch, which had the time at 11:45 AM, I had to concede she was correct. “But you’ve been travelling all morning, I’m sure you could use a snack, and then lunch a little later,” she said. We went to my room, Maxi bringing up the rear. As soon as we were in my room, he jumped up on the bed, circled a couple times, and then settled down for a little nap. All the excitement had worn him out; at six years old, he wasn’t a puppy anymore. Mike looked around as we unpacked, taking in the calming colors and my choices in decoration, and seemed to like them. “You have a private bathroom?” “Yeah, this used to be my nanny’s room.” “You had a nanny?” he said, surprised. “With working parents, it’s not uncommon in New York.” “The way you speak to your mom…” he said, coming to a halt. “Yeah?” I said puzzled. “Do you always argue like that?” “Not always, but, yeah, we discuss things that involve the whole family. Why?” “If I ever question my parents…well, it’s not pretty.” “Really?” “Yeah, my dad makes most of the decisions.” “What century are they living in? The 19th?” “It’s all from the Bible.” “Oy, then it’s more like second century. BCE.” Mike laughed at my candid opinion. “Now I know how you had the courage to go back at Zetcher the way you did. You’d had a lifetime of practice.” “I guess it’s an Upper-West-Side-New-York-Jewish-liberal thing. I was encouraged to question everything and not accept easy answers.” Then I giggled a little. “But I don’t think Mom and Dad were quite ready for me.” “I’ll bet they weren’t.” “Ha-ha,” I answered sarcastically. After a snack of toast with almond butter and hot tea, I showed Mike the rest of the apartment, Maxi sticking closer than my shadow. It was like seeing it anew through Mike’s eyes – things I take for granted were now somehow refreshed. “That picture was in your book, Mimi, right?” he asked, indicating the large framed portrait of my parents and me hanging over the sofa, taken when I was around a year old. I was caught in mid-laugh, seated on my mom’s lap, clutching my father’s index finger; his other arm was around my mom, and both of them were looking down at me with wide smiles. I’d always liked it, but hadn’t known that it was in that stupid memoir. “You’ve read it?” she said nervously, casting a worried glance in my direction. “It was assigned in a writing course I took, it’s a really sweet story.” She smiled, gratified, then said “I’m afraid Darren was ambushed with it when he was in eighth grade.” “You should read it,” Mike told me. “Sure,” I said back. When hell freezes over. He moved on to the piano that sat at an angle next to the sofa. “This must be an antique,” Mike said, running his hand over the smooth, polished surface of the rosewood Steinway grand. “It’s beautiful.” “You know pianos?” I asked. “A bit, because my parents made sure I saw a lot of classical music concerts. But it’s the woodwork that’s really special,” he said, running a careful finger over the elaborately carved lattice music stand, with the Steinway logo (a lyre) in the center. Finally, I showed him the adjoining library/TV room. There was an entertainment center that included a wide-screen flat panel television; the family PC and shelves filled with books, pictures, CDs and DVDs. A loveseat, a couple of recliner chairs and a chaise longue large enough for two constituted the seating arrangements. “This is the most comfortable seat in the house,” I said, sitting on the dark gray, plushy chaise. Maxi jumped up and made himself comfortable on my lap. “See, Maxi agrees with me.” Mike sat down then leaned back, experimentally, groaning a little. “You are not kidding,” he said yawning as he rubbed behind the dog behind his ears. Maxi looked as if he’d be content to stay in place for the rest of the day. “This is the perfect spot for relaxation.” Looking from Mike to me, my mom said “You both look ready for a nap.” Mike stretched and yawned. “I think you’re right. We’ve been going since before dawn.” She dimmed the lights, then slid the pocket door partway closed. “I’ll wake you for lunch in another hour or so.” Mike turned on his side, put his arms around me and nuzzled my ear. “If I weren’t so sleepy I’d probably rape your ass right about now.” “Sounds good,” I said on yet another yawn. “Wake me up when you’re ready.” Maxi was already breathing quietly and evenly, his body a warm, comforting weight. With Mike’s muscled arm across my chest I was perfectly comfortable. “You okay? Need a blanket?” I murmured, now only half-awake. “This is fine,” Mike whispered. “You do a great job of keeping me warm.” And that was the last thing either of us said as we both gave in to the pull of exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep. Sometime later I was pulled from sleep by the realization that I needed to go to the bathroom. Immediately. I didn’t really want to get up, but I didn’t have much choice. Fortunately the guest bath was immediately adjacent to the library, just off a short connecting hallway between the front hall and this room. I gently disengaged myself from Mike’s embrace; Maxi was nowhere to be seen. Once the urgent need had been seen to, I glanced at my watch: 2:41 PM. Mom must have let us sleep, and I was now ravenous. When I returned to the library, Mike was awake. “Sorry,” I said. “It was urgent.” “I could use a trip to the bathroom myself,” he said stretching. And I could watch him stretch and flex his muscles all day, I sighed to myself. I showed him to the guest bath, then went to see what had happened with my mom and lunch. I found her sitting at the kitchen table, working on her laptop. She closed it when she saw me and said, “You’re up.” “Mom, you didn’t wait on lunch, did you?” “No, I already ate, but the two of you were so soundly asleep, I decided not to wake you. Besides, your father called to move dinner back to 7:00 PM, so there’s no rush. Ready for something to eat now?” “Definitely. I’ll get Mike.” I found Mike in my room where he’d gone to get the gift bag for my mom he’d put together with my help: organic, fair trade dark chocolate and coffee beans. “You didn’t have to do that,” my mom said when he presented her with the bag of goodies. “My mom taught me to never go to someone’s home empty-handed,” he answered back. Since he has telepathic abilities when it comes to food, Maxi appeared, ready to join us as soon we sat at the kitchen table. Mom served mashed sardine sandwiches on whole-grain sourdough and homemade lentil soup with tea or coffee. “I hope this is okay,” she said apologetically to Mike. “Sardines are kind of an acquired taste.” He had taken a bite of sandwich, chewed and swallowed. “Not a problem, Mimi, it’s delicious. In my parent’s house we ate whatever was served, no questions asked. A lot of it was from the farm, anyway.” “The farm?” “Yeah, my parents run an organic farm…” “In southwestern Pennsylvania,” my mom finished. “How did you know that?” I asked. It wasn’t right that she knew more about my boyfriend than I did…and a little suspicious. “I wrote a piece about organic farms. I didn’t realize that Mikes’ family was the same set of Prescotts as Prescott Organic Farm. What a funny coincidence,” she explained. “Oh, yeah, I remember there was an article about the place, it really boosted business,” Mike said. Okay, I’m officially nuts, I told myself listening to the conversation. There was a reasonable explanation for my mom’s knowledge. “I remember your parents vividly. Most organic farmers are decidedly left-wing in their sympathies, but they’re fundamentalist Christian environmentalists. That’s rare,” my mother told him. We finished lunch with organic applesauce from the Prescott farm, appropriately enough. Afterwards, we took Maxi to the dog run. Then we went home the long way, going around the block so we could get a look at the entrance to the Museum of Natural History and the Hayden Planetarium on our way home. Once in the elevator, I caught sight of myself in the mirror: my face and neck were covered in stubble and my hair looked like a rat’s nest after sleeping on it. “Yuck, I look like shit. I better shower again and shave this time,” I said while I futilely tried to finger-comb my hair into some semblance of order. “You always look good to me,” Mike said, sliding his arm around my shoulders and pulling me against him. I could feel his arousal through the soft gray jeans he was wearing and pushed my butt into his crotch. “Maybe we could shower together?” Maxi, not quite sure of what was going on, jumped on me, giving a short, distressed yap. “It’s okay Maxi, I like it when he does this,” I said, picking him up. “He’s your chaperone?” Mike asked as we got off the elevator. “No, he’s just not used to seeing me with an affectionate boyfriend. And he has a rooted objection to anyone getting more attention than he does.” I set the dog down as soon as we got inside the apartment, and he made a beeline for the kitchen and his water dish, lapping noisily. Then he padded over to his favorite spot in the living room for his afternoon nap. We hung our coats; the apartment was completely silent. I’d been expecting my mom to greet us, but she must have stepped out. “How about that ‘shower’?” Mike said, pushing against me from behind. “Right this way,” I said grinding my hips against him. We wasted no time, going directly to my bedroom; I allowed him to precede me, closing the door quietly and then locking it. I turned around and launched myself at Mike, my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. I caught him off-guard, but after a brief hesitation he returned my kiss and was hoisting me up to wrap my legs around his hips. He maneuvered us to my bed putting me down without breaking the kiss, then lay on top of me. I could feel his muscular weight pressing me into the mattress, the enticing aroma of his and my perspiration blending and the taste of his lips, uniquely him. I let myself just drink it all in, every nerve ending screaming for more, to be closer. He stopped kissing me to say, “We have to inaugurate this bed.” “Huh?” I said, not really caring what he meant, pulling him down again. “I still can’t believe that your high school boyfriends didn’t even try for that luscious little butt of yours,” Mike said as he turned us on our sides so he could squeeze my ass. “What a bunch of idiots.” “Yeah, all both of them,” I said and shrugged, fairly sure now was not the time to tell him that Trent and Nick had beaten him to fucking me in this bed. It was Mike’s and my first time in my bed at home, and that’s what counted. Hot as those two guys were, I didn’t feel anything that even approached the connection Mike and I had. I kissed him again, rolling us so he was on top. “They weren’t big on kissing me, either.” “What. The. Fuck?” Mike said, disbelievingly. “Where did you meet these assholes? How could anybody not want to kiss you and fuck you all the time?” “Don’t imitate them, then” I whispered. “Quit talking and fuck me already, it’s been almost a week since we had sex!” Finals week had been non-stop – we’d just fallen in bed every night and went directly to sleep. One night Mike even had to stay up studying for a while after I’d gone to bed. “You’re just like Maxi, pushy and…” “Yep, I’m an animal,” I interrupted, punctuating that utterance with a playful growl. We sat up and started to undress each other, pulling off layers of clothing: sweaters, followed by t-shirts. I dropped to my knees in front of him and unlaced his heavy work boots, then took the opportunity to bury my face in his crotch. Mike began to unbuckle his belt, but I grabbed his hand and stopped him. “Hey,” he said, “I wanna get naked with you.” “I want to enjoy the trip,” I said with what I hoped would be a mischievous smile. “Very funny,” Mike said, correctly realizing I was turning his own rationale for taking sex slowly on him. “I’m really horned, and if we play too much before, I’ll shoot in my jeans.” “So taking it slow only matters when you want to?” I teased, lightly nipping at the growing hardness in his jeans. “Ahhh,” Mike said, pulling my head off of his dick. “You nearly made me cum.” “I’m sure you’ve got plenty to spare,” I said. Determined to spin out the foreplay as long as I could, I was much more gentle now, nuzzling his erection delicately with my nose, inhaling his scent again, pressing gentle kisses that evolved into licking the shaft that I could feel twitch in response. I stopped for a moment and looked up at him, deep into his handsome, chiseled face, those beautiful brown eyes and his thick, dark hair, which he’d had neatly barbered for the trip. “Doing this with you gets me so hot,” I said breathlessly. “Please let me serve you,” I begged. “You really are a total submission pig,” Mike said with an affectionate grin. “Is that a complaint?” I teased. He shook his head and said, “But you have to do whatever I say. Stand up,” he ordered, his usual smooth baritone a bark. I felt my stomach tighten and my dick got instantly hard as I did as he ordered. “Strip,” he demanded. I slowly unbuckled my belt and pulled it through the loops languidly, dangling it from my hand before dropping it on the floor. “Yeah, babe, that’s what I like,” Mike growled, leaning back on my bed to watch the show. I took off my cowboy boots as gracefully as possible, in other words, not very. Then I unbuttoned the waistband on my jeans and unzipped the zipper a little at a time, doing my best to give him what I hoped was a smoldering look. “Take it off,” he said. I turned my back on him and did a few bumps and grinds, then eased down my jeans, giving him an eyeful of my ass encased in the tight black briefs I was wearing. “More,” he urged me. I put my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs, and let them dip, giving him a quick glimpse of my butt, looked over my shoulder with a teasing smile as I turned to face him. I walked over to him and began to do a lap dance, gyrating in place without touching him or letting him touch me. Finally, out of patience, he pulled me down and dragged my briefs off of me, then fingered my asshole, gently tickling before he pushed a fingertip through the tight ring of muscle. I groaned at his touch and pushed back. “I need it,” I whispered. That was all it took for Mike to push me gently to the side, stand and hastily throw off his jeans and briefs then retrieve the jar of Vaseline he’d packed along with the black silk sheet used for my initiation that had been repurposed (rightfully, in my opinion) as a fuck sheet that he spread so I could lie on it. His dick was drooling pre-cum, practically pulsing. I moved to take him in my mouth, but he pushed me back on the bed and briefly sucked my dick before taking my legs over his shoulders, lubing himself carefully so that he didn’t cum prematurely, then lubed me with the greasy stuff before entering me in one rapid thrust. I gasped with a combination of pain and pleasure, and then Mike was thrusting in and out, trying to go slowly but unable to do anything but thrust harder and faster, both of us panting and grunting. He leaned down and covered my mouth with his; I reached around and began to tickle his balls and butthole. His thrusts seemed to double in speed; his dick was at the perfect angle to rub against my prostate, pressure steadily building, the pleasure nearly unbearable. “Cum with me,” he rasped as his thrusts turned brutal, impaling me with each thrust until he gasped explosively, and rammed against me three times before burying himself inside me up to his balls filling me with his toxic load. I could feel his pubic hair scratch the tender skin between my legs, felt his dick throb and pulse inside of me, triggering my own orgasm that seemed like a shower of sparks racing through my nervous system from scalp to the soles of my feet. Mike had collapsed on top of me; I could feel his heartbeat racing, then slowing as he relaxed on top of me, sated for now. He propped himself on his elbows and kissed me languidly, our mouths soft now with the melting sweetness of our first kisses in our room back at school. “I’m really glad I came,” he began. “Me, too,” I said, giving a quick squeeze of my sphincters that made him shudder and gasp. “I mean, came to New York with you,” he said reproachfully. “Oh, that,” I said with elaborate casualness. “You mean you’re glad I bullied you into visiting New York?” “I didn’t consider what the best part would be.” “What’s that?” I asked when he didn’t continue. Mike kissed me on the lips again, then nuzzled my ear before whispering “That I’d have you all to myself.” And my own bonus: I could get all the poz cum I wanted during vacation.

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 1) “What’s up? Are you looking for a tight hole to fuck?” a private message popped up on my screen. ‘RapeMeRaw’ was the guy’s virtual nickname. I clicked to view his profile. …18 years old …White …Slim …Blonde …No hair on his body, as far as the body-pictures showed. “Show your face faggot” I wrote back. He didn’t reply right away. Then he sent me a message, telling me, he would rather like to exchange some messages before sending his picture. “Don’t waste my time – Fake!” I answered him unfavorably. Several minutes later he sent me another message. “Please…. don’t show this to anyone. My parents still don’t know…” he wrote. Attached were some pictures of a cute young twink. He had an innocent look on his face and an angelic smile. “No one cares about you. How old are you?” I wanted to know. “18?” he instantly wrote back. “Are you asking me…?” I wrote, since he looked so youthfully, but who gave a shit. “Give me your skype address. I want to see you. Prove to me, that you are not fake news” I hit the send button. “I will show my face on cam. But I am not doing a sex show for you… just to let you know. I am not stupid…. you might record it after all….” his quick reply flashed on my screen. After getting his skype name I sent him a request. He accepted the call and I could see his face ‘live’. It was the handsome face on the pictures and after he passed this reality check, he turned his cam off again. “Okay whore – when can I rip you open?” I asked him via skype. “I don’t know… I can visit you if you like. I want to be raped hard.” he wrote. “Ever had a cock up your cunt?” “Sure - lots…. I am a true cunt” he lied. Since it is difficult to actually date a twink like this, if you write too long, I asked him to rape his ass that evening. I was sure, that he was already jacking off his young dick fiercly. “Can’t we write a little bit before?” he asked me seriously. “Nah – I am into the real stuff. If you want a hard cock up your slit, raping you savagely… then I am the right guy. Give me your contact address and I will pick you up.” Minutes passed without a reaction. I checked my profile. He hit it 9 times by now and was just surfing on my site. I had some hardcore pictures of my dick fucking tight assholes. The biohazard symbol was visible on my left shoulder. “Are you healthy?” he asked me suddenly. This guy was either stupid or simply not so experienced, as he would like to be. “Of course I am” I replied. I had no cold. I had no headache. I was feeling fine. My lips formed a devilish smile. The next moment ‘RapeMeRaw’ went offline. Oh well I thought and invited a bottom pig to my apartment. I knew this poz whore already and I was sure it would be fun fucking more of my poz cum into his snatch. The following day I received several messages. The little pup apologized for logging out so abruptly. His mother had entered his room and now he was scared, I would believe he was just a no show. He was begging for forgiveness and asking for another chance to be my rape victim. More messages came in, asking me for a second chance. Damn – this fuckslut seemed to be desperate for cock. Who would I be, if I wouldn’t give the kid a chance, meeting my toxic cock. “Apology accepted – meet me this evening at 6pm at a WalMart parking lot nearby” I gave him the exact address and told him to wait in front of the main entrance. During the day he wrote me several other messages. He told me, how he wanted to be ripped open and destroyed by my big cock. He mentioned, that he needed my cum in his puppy cunt so badly. He begged me to fuck him as brutally as I could and that no cry or plea should change my mind. I never replied to any of them. He saw me being online. He knew, I read the messages, but didn’t react. I was sure he got the right feeling, that this would be his one and only chance to meet me. When I came closer to the meeting point, I could see him from afar already. He wore tight white jeans which showed his butt perfectly. It was small ass and promised a tight fucking. His hair had a perfect sidecut. He was in a good shape and had a nice and slim body. It would be fun to show no mercy on the guy. “Hello Sir” he greeted me, looking at my big bulge. “Come with me boy. Let’s move to my car," I ordered as I took a good grip on his nape, leading him to my automobile. He was obviously scared, but as much as he looked around, his gaze always returned to my crotch, which bulged with excitement. Apparently he made-up his mind as he sighed and willingly walked to the car, where, upon arrival, I unlocked the doors and gestured for him to get in. He complied, closing the door as I took my seat in the driver's seat. “Where are we going?” he asked bashfully. I did not even look at him. I opened the buttons of my jeans and pulled my cock out of the fabric. “Suck until I cum, or until I tell you to stop - you fuckwhore” I demanded. I pushed his head down to my crotch and felt his hot tongue playing clumsy with my dickhead. I could feel his hot breath on my toxic rape-stick. He was no professional! That’s for sure. I started the ignition and we drove slowly off the lot. He wanted to be raped… you got to be careful what you are wishing for…

Jason and I went to a really great building on the Hudson River. I would call it the Upper East Side. We were buzzed in and took an elevator. When we got out of the elevator, I could hear the low buzz of a party and saw a couple really sexy 20-somethings stumble out of an apartment door. We walked past them and entered the apartment. They said, "Have fun sexy fuckers." I turned to look at them and smiled. They were really hot. I wondered where Jason brought me. There was a long hallway, followed by a rather large sunken living room and a decently sized kitchen with a breakfast bar separating it from a platform overlooking the living room. There were groups of guys all over, couples, groups talking, two guys fucking by the window. We went to the kitchen and grabbed a drink. Jason then took me to the bedroom where we stripped off our clothes, put them in a bag, and went back to the party. We were both in jockstraps. As we left the bedroom, another door opened at the other end of the hall. Jason turned toward the room and said, "Come on." We walked in and I saw a small group of guys on the bed. The guys were really attractive twinks, twunks, jocks, and a sexy French otter in the center of the bed getting fucked. He welcomed Jason. Jason leaned in and kissed him. Soon Jason was sitting on the bed and a guy was spreading Jason's legs. He asked Jason if he wanted to get fucked. Jason moaned and said yes. The top guy said, "You and Frenchie are always such sluts." That's when the guy fucking the French otter blew his load, screamed kinda loud, pulled out, and another dude took his place fucking the French guy. Fuck this was so hot! I watched for awhile as my dick grew hard. I wanted to be as free as Jason and be on my back letting guys fuck me. It looked so good. I finished my drink and went for a refill. I made this one all vodka and did a shot with the guys in the kitchen. I wandered back to the bedroom. I watched some more as the guy fucking Jason was really getting into it. He kept feeling Jason's body and making Jason suck his fingers. I drank my vodka by gulps. Guys felt my body as I sat on the bed. Jason looked over at me and smiled. One guy leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back and our tongues wrestled. The guy I was kissing reached between my legs as I reached for his solid cock. The guy feeling my hole put his cock to my lips and said, "suck this!" I licked the tip of his dick. It tasted good. I sucked the head into my mouth and did the short stroke for a bit. Then I took the rest of his cock into my mouth. I tried hard to get it all in but now realized how thick it was since he was stretching my mouth. I sucked his cock for a few minutes before he pulled out, grabbed some lube, fingered it in my ass, and handed me some poppers (which I used). I spread my legs as he slid his bare cock inside me. His dick spread my ass some and I grunted. Jason reached over and stroked my cock as my top's balls touched my ass. I was adjusting as the top started stroking in and out of my hole. Jason's top came in his ass and another top replaced him. My top leaned over and kissed me as he fucked me. He grabbed my shoulders from under my back, my legs spread and feet parallel with the ceiling, and he kissed me and pumped his cock into my ass. The top fucked me for about five minutes. He leaned into my ear and said, "Tell me you want my load." I said, "Do it! Give me your load." He shot his load in me, collapsed on me, then kissed me again and we untangled ourselves. He grabbed my hand and said, "Come with me." I went with him. As I left the bedroom, I turned around to see another top taking over on both Frenchie and Jason. The group in the living room area had changed a bit. I was brought over to the couch and the guy who'd been fucking me said, "Sit on this cock." I looked at the very sexy Latino dude with a great big cock and I stood over him on the couch. I lowered my ass to his cock and my cum filled ass swallowed his cock slowly as I lowered myself. The top said, "This bitch is a natural bottom. No enhancements need." I answered, "Except vodka." The Latino looked at me and smiled and said, "Get this bitch some vodka. Ice?" I said, "Yes please." I continued to ride his cock. I guess I'd been getting in good workouts or I was just really fucking horny because I didn't feel the burn in my legs or glutes from riding this cock. My top brought back my drink and handed it to me. I lowered myself all the way down on the dick and drank about half the drink. The Latino dude lifted me up a bit, said "Don't spill any" and proceeded to carefully turn me over the couch with his cock inside me. I had no idea how he did it but he must've stretched me out a lot. I was now bent over the couch as the Latino dude fucked away at my ass. He was driving his cock in and out of my ass. I had trouble finishing my drink and set it down on the floor behind the couch. A guy stepped up and put his cock to my lips. I was opening my mouth when I saw my previous top get bent over by a really thin older guy. My previous top said, "Knock me up man." The skinny older guy jammed his cock inside him. I started sucking the guy in front of me. He didn't last long. In a few minutes, he filled my mouth with cum. He pulled away and I looked back at the Latino fucking me. He was watching my previous top take a raw, dry fuck. He was obviously in pain as the older thin guy banged away at his ass and called him a names like "slutty cunt, "nasty bitch" and "bugchaser." As that top sped up so did my Latino dude. The Latino dude and my previous top made eye contact and the guy getting fucked mouthed, "I love you" to the Latino dude fucking me. The older top and my Latino top came in our asses at about the same time. The Latino dude pulled out of me, went over to my previous top, pulled him up into a kiss, and led him away to the bathroom. The older thin top said, "My work here is done." He got dressed and left the apartment a few minutes later. I picked up my drink which now had some cum in it; but I drank it anyway. I was going to the kitchen when a deep voice said, "My sweet boy. Long time. What are you doing here?" I turned and there was Lou. Lou was the black guy who'd fucked me in Albany before I went to college. I turned and threw my arms around him. I kissed him. "Lou!!!!!," I cooed. He laughed and said, "I watched you getting fucked by that Latino dude. Did you make him use a condom?" I blushed and shook my head no. Lou reached around and slipped his thick finger in my sloppy ass. Lou said, "You want to get fucked some more." I nodded. He bent me over the counter and slid his giant dick into my hole in one stroke. My eyes rolled back into my head as he fucked me. Lou fucked me for about 30 minutes. He was putting on a show - not just for me, but for the other guys. He was showing them what a great fuck he was even though he was probably the oldest guy there at the time. I watched as guys watched me get fucked, talked about it, and the entire room evolved into an orgy. By the time Lou made me beg for his load out loud, guys were sucking and fucking everywhere. Lou laid on my back for a minute. Both of us a sweaty mess. I had cum on the floor as he came inside me. We left and went to his hotel where he and his friend fucked me a couple more times. In the morning, Lou, his friend and I had room service. Lou and I parted ways that afternoon. I never forgot how we met, or how he stealth bare fucked me years ago, or how he fucked me and made me beg for his load in front of a room full of guys the night before. Ah, Lou!!!!!!!

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 3) We watched Davis’ face, as he pissed himself out of fear and distress. I kept on choking him and enjoyed the way his body reacted. He tried to free himself, but then the guy kneeling in front of him simply punched at his crotch area, while he was still letting go of his bladder. We cheered as Davis howled helplessly. I bumped my cock against his pissed white jeans. Again and again he felt my hard flesh demanding entrance to his fuck hole. The guy behind the camera loved the sheer brutality and grinned demonically. You could see his eyes being slits only and a pearl of white teeth flashed behind his mask. You could just imagine his whole face being a diabolic grimace. Maybe I pushed a bit too hard on his windpipe, or maybe it was the situation overall, but all of a sudden Davis lost his consciousness. He stopped struggeling but kept on pissing into his pants. We laughed loudly and continued filming the scene. As soon as he stopped wetting himself the guy kneeling in front of him told his buddies to lift each of the victims legs up and spread them real wide. He wanted to punch the guys balls a few times, while he was still dressed in his white jeans. Davis probably felt the pain, because he was moaning while his balls got additional treatment. Soon he got too heavy for us and so we dropped the body unceremoniously. I knelt over the boy and slapped him into his face a few times. He was breathing normally, but was just hiding inside – I guess. We knew how we could help him, getting out of his shell and so we took a bucket of cold water and splashed it on the useless trash. *Zooooosh* and there he was – back again. Looking up he saw us standing next to him. We were surrounding his young body with our cocks dangling from above. Protrouding out of our jeans – showing we were ready to rip his slut ass apart. He started sobbing again immediately and we let him cry and beg us to stop. “Hush…. hush…. it’s okay to cry. Cry for us…. yeah Baby…. I know….. yeah….” We were all stroking our cocks slowly to the melody of his weeping. “We should concentrate on his slit. He is only a decent sucker. Let’s gag him, before we shred his ass to pieces” I suggested to my fellow gang rapists. “So one after another gets to charge him up?” one of my mates asked me. “That’s the way it works. Let’s fuck this kid up so bad. Let’s pump our strains into him…” I hollered. The guys cheered and high-fived each others. Davis had no idea, what we were talking about, but he was not interested in a rape anymore. He was so afraid, that all five cocks would actually hardcore fuck him. He begged us to let him go, but this went unheard. Instead I told him to undress himself. “Strip naked bitch” I hissed. And to stress my seriousness, I kicked him hard into his ribs. “Aeeeooooow” he screamed. “Silence I said…. you can cry all you want, but don’t scream out again, or you will regret it” I told him calmly. “Now strip for us!” Two of us hauled the twink in front of two couches and while the table was moved aside we started some slow music, so Davis could actually be a little more artistic for us - while undressing himself. While four of us enjoyed sitting down and watching Davis strip, I stood nearby with my arms crossed and made sure the pup wouldn’t try to reach the door in a favorable moment. “Move your ass while you strip - you lazy bitch!” I shouted. Jamelia’s song ‘Stop’ played on the radio and gave this atmosphere something special. Davis removed his t-shirt slowly and held it in front of his body. I ripped it away from him and told him to play with his nipples. “Twist your nipples you slut” I said coldly. “Move your body around and dance while you twist your nipples” another cheered. A third one said he wanted to see Davis lick his lips slowly while watching them. He started to dance, he licked his lips, but he didn’t dare to play with his tits. “If you don’t start twisting you nipples now, I will rip them off your chest” I told him sadistically. That was all the help he needed. Sometimes I can be quite convincing. Maybe he thought, licking his lips would rescue him. But we wanted…. More….

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

Brian: I was at my buddy Todd's place having a beer and watching the game when his girl Sam came in, carrying some bags. "Hey babe, you done shopping?" Todd asked her. "Yeah, I got some really cute tops and a few other things. You guys watching the game?" "Yep," Todd answered. Todd's place was just a studio, so Sam put the bags down by the door, to find room for them later, I figured. After a second, I could see out of the corner of my eye that they were still looking at each other but not saying anything, so I looked over at them to see what was up. Sam quickly said, "It's so hot out there, I think I'm gonna take a shower," and disappeared into the bathroom, with a meaningful look at Todd. What was that all about? I shrugged it off and went back to watching the game. A while later, Sam came out wearing just a towel. I tried not to stare. "I forgot all my clothes are out here," she said, walking in front of the TV to get to the chest of drawers next to where I was sitting on the couch. She was so close I could smell the scented soap or whatever she just used in the shower. I took another sip of beer and pretended to ignore her. "I'm gonna grab a shower too," Todd said, and got up. I thought that was strange, since we weren't going out later and since we were right in the middle of the game, but I just said, "Okay." As soon as Todd was gone, Sam took off her towel and set it down on the couch right next to me. After I'd already looked at her completely naked by accident, she said, "Don't look," as she went through one of the drawers. She was smokin' hot and it took me a second to look away, but she didn't seem to notice. I went back to the game as she slipped some panties on, and I heard Todd turning on the shower. I was still trying not to look at her when she said, "Ugh, can you help me with this? It's new and I can't get it." She was standing with her back to me, trying to put a bra on but not getting it. "Um, I don't know, maybe Todd should…." "Oh stop being stupid, you're like family. Can you just do this for me please? Or do you want me to walk around without a bra on?" I didn't know what to say, but I figured it wasn't really a big deal, so I got up and took the clasp from her hands and tried to put the two parts together. But I was thinking more about how good she smelled and how she was practically naked right in front of me, and after a couple seconds she reached back and said, "No, they have to go together like this." Our hands fumbled together for a second and I accidentally let go of the straps, and the bra fell down. Before I could really think, she bent down to pick it up and her ass was right there in front of me, just barely covered in lacy panties. I popped wood immediately. "Uh, sorry," I said, and sat back down to hide my stiffy. "That's okay," she said, standing back up with the bra. "I got this set 'cause I thought Todd would like them, but he didn't even notice. He hasn't touched me in weeks. Do you think they look alright?" she asked, holding the bra up. She looked fucking incredible, and I had to force myself not to throw her down and tear those lace panties off her right now. "Fuck yeah! I mean, yeah, they look great, you know." "Well I don't know what it is then, maybe he's just bored with me. I hope you don't mind if I talk to you, I never talk to my girlfriends about this sort of stuff, and you're a guy, so I thought you might know what the deal with him was. I feel like I can talk to you." I just listened to her and tried not to stare at her tits as she went on. "Sometimes I just miss a rock hard cock so much I think I'll go crazy, like I'll just sit on the next fucking hard prick I see!" I was definitely not looking at her face when she looked back at me, and I pretended to look somewhere else and muttered a feeble, "Uh, sorry." My cock was so hard it was aching, and without even thinking I adjusted it very obviously. She must have noticed. "What's going on down there, Brian?" she asked, looking right at my junk, which was now tenting my pants. "Uh, nothing, sorry about that, I was just—nothing." I hoped she would just finish getting dressed already and not say anything to Todd. "That looks like more than nothing," she said, walking over and reaching down to undo my pants. "What the fuck?" I said, trying to stop her, even though I wanted to bury my prick inside her and make her pregnant immediately. "Todd's right in the shower," was the only thing I could think to say. "He takes forever," she said, grabbing my hard-on through my pants and trying to undo my belt. "I, I don't—" I started, still trying to stop her but loving her hand rubbing on my cock, which was started to leak precum like crazy. Between the beer and her stroking my woody through my pants, I wasn't really thinking straight. "You better take your fucking pants off, or I'm gonna tell Todd you checked me out and grabbed my ass!" What the fuck? This bitch really was crazy for cock, but Todd was still in the shower, and I just couldn't fucking hold back anymore. I grabbed Sam and threw her hard down onto the couch, and the look on her face said that was exactly what she wanted. I tore my belt off and shoved my pants down, finally freeing my leaking 7-inch stiffy, which pointed straight toward her. Then I yanked her panties out of the way, and with the other hand, slammed my hard 7 inches inside her before she could ask about a fucking condom. "Fuck yes!" she whispered loudly, "Pound me! Give it to me! I need it so bad!" She didn't need to tell me twice, and I fucked that crazy blackmailing bitch so hard I thought I was going to break her. For a second I looked over at the bathroom door and thought how fucked up it was that I was banging my buddy's girl on his own fucking couch, not 5 minutes after he'd gotten in the shower. But dammit this girl's pussy felt so fucking amazing and she needed it bad, whispering nasty things to me and pulling me in deeper as I pounded her into the couch like an animal. "Fuck, I'm getting so close," I whispered into her hair after a few minutes. I still couldn't believe I was buried balls deep inside Todd's girl with him right there in the bathroom. He could come out at any second. What the hell was I doing?? "Oh yeah, I want it," she whispered back, driving me crazy. I really gave her all I had, getting closer and closer to the edge. I was gonna give this cheating whore exactly what she wanted. Then out of nowhere, she said, "Just don't cum inside me!" Are you kidding me? There was no way I could pull out, she just felt way too good to waste my boys on her chest. I didn't say anything and just kept fucking her. "Please, I'm not on birth control and I don't wanna get pregnant!" But she was still pulling me deep inside her instead of pushing me off, not that she could have pushed me off if she'd tried, there was no way I wasn't going to give this blackmailing whore my seed, whether she wanted it or not. She was still pulling me in, but right as I got to the edge she whispered, "No, stop! You're gonna make me pregnant with your babies!" That set me off, and I wrapped both my hands around her throat and slammed all the way inside her as I shot volley after volley of my boys deep into her cheating twat. I came so hard I thought I was going to black out, I didn't even care if she could breathe or not, all I cared about was how incredible my cock felt totally buried inside her velvety snatch, shooting a gallon of hot cum in her, painting her fucking walls white. After I came down from that massive explosion inside her, I collapsed on top of her, pushing her into the couch, and feeling like a stud. I had given this unfaithful slut the rock hard cock she'd said she'd wanted, and the grade-A spunk she'd said she didn't. I hoped I did get this bitch pregnant, and that Todd would have to raise my fucking kid. Just then I heard the water turn off, and I knew Todd would be coming back out any second. I pulled my cock out of his girl's cummy snatch, and started to pull my pants back up. I glanced down at Sam, and she had a satisfied look on her face. I guess she wasn't mad at me for shooting my boys inside her after all. But her neck was still bright red from where I'd wrapped my hands around her throat. Fuck, how would Todd not see that?? Sam put some clothes on and sat down on the couch just as Todd came out of the bathroom, wearing just a towel. "All my clothes are out here," he said, crossing in front of the TV to get to the chest of drawers, and dropping his towel to get dressed right next to me. What was the deal with these two? I didn't care, just as long as Todd didn't notice the smell of sex in the air.

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 4) “Come here… stroke my cock while you dance you horny fuck” I ordered Davis. He hesitated at first and looked at me worried. Then he moved slowly towards me and lowered his head. I could see him crying. He took my hard cock in both of his hands and started stroking it gently. We could all hear him sob. I handed the cam to a mate, then put my arms around Davis and pulled him closer to me. “Continue stroking me, pup” I told him in a normal tone. His head rested against my right shoulder. I could feel his tears on my skin. My hands started massaging his ass cheeks through his white pair of jeans. My black leather gloves made a nice contrast to the white fabric. Davis’ sobbing increased slightly. He was shaking like a leaf. He guessed obviously, that I would tear his jeans down from him and rape myself into his body. “What’s wrong baby? Don’t you want to welcome us with your sweet innocent hole?” I asked him softly. He shook his head slowly, without looking at my ski mask, revealing only my eyes and my mouth. “Open your jeans and keep on moving your body to the music” I said. Another friend moved closer and pressed himself against the youth’s backside, twisting Davis’ nipples again. Davis heard a loud squeak - just to learn it was himself making those noises. My buddy pressed his hard dick against the boys’ jeans and Davis felt an enormous erection pushing against his ass. The guy moved slowly with Davis rocking body. There was danger in the air. “Start to unbutton your jeans now” I repeated myself squeezing his ass cheeks even more. Davis shook almost violently while sobbing and started to follow my order. It took an eternity for him, to unbutton his pants, but as soon as he accomplished the task, my friend and I pulled Davis’ tight jeans down to his upper thighs. His movements were now more restricted, because he couldn’t get rid of the whole pants at once. I looked down and realized the slut was wearing a jock strap. “Oh you cheap whore…. you dressed up for us? Huh?” I looked at him with my masked face and lifted his chin up, so he could see my cold eyes through the slit. “I bought it for today” he sniffed. “You bought this for our date? You hear that guys? This slick cum bucket bought this whore pants for us” I sneered. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and my mate immediately attacked the boys’ hole. He tried to push his glans penis into Davis, who wailed in distress. It was fun to keep the boy in place, while my mate tried again and again to push his cock into this narrow pink hole. It seemed impossible to fuck him dry. I mean… of course with enough brutality it would fit sooner or later, but we had another plan. “Let a real man open up this cunt” another guy leered. We dragged Davis to a couch and positioned him over one of the couch arms. Someone spread the boys’ ass cheeks apart and with a little bit of spit the second guy actually entered the boy two inches. Davis screamed like a maniac. I pushed his face into a cushion, to muffle his screams. “How does it feel, getting ripped up without lube. Do you like his cock boy? Do you want more of his tube in your cunt?” I shouted out. “Man… he is tight…” the lucky bastard moaned. He withdrew his cock and we let go of Davis. The little punk tried to get up and run for the door, but fell over his own two feet. He tumbled down and crawled away, only to end up hiding in a corner of a room. There he tried to be invisible. Davis blinked and saw three pair of legs walking into his direction. The guys walked slowly and removed their belts slowly. He didn’t dare to examine the whole situation. All he could see were several legs, three hard cock and some dangling belts. Then he felt the first blow….

About a year ago in a ABS I met a guy who was probably in his 20's, sucked and edged him for about 2-3 hours almost constantly. About 6 1/2-7" uncut leaking precum while all the trolls there were trying to get involved. He pushed everyone away but me, at most letting someone play with his nipples. When he finally came it was a big load of cum which I swallowed, then nursed on him to clean him up and licked his balls. Wish I'd run into him again.

Last load I got was after posting an ad on Bbrt. Had a couple hours before work and my sex drive is through the fucking roof atm. Two regular breeders I've met before and two total anon guys turned up. Ended up with 5 loads in me before I had to go to work. Still got them inside me as I write this.

Why not? Your missing out on a great pleasure of life. I am a top, but suck cock and also felch.

Well this was totallly unexpected. Been working from home, had BBRT on in the background. got an oink, but was in the middle of something so ignored it, yea i know, what a douche! Anyway finaly get to it, mid 30s black guy on the south side of Chicago, him and his friend are playing video games and need their cocks sucking. Always a good chance you can get a cock in your ass once its hard in your mouth Anyway get there, its a nasty dirty smoky apartment, the guy had buzzd me in the building and txtd me the number and told me to come in just push the door closed , strip and they were in the second room. the door is open, i hear them playing video games, i strip leave my clothes by the front door and sure enough they are on a couch in front of a tv playing a bball game. one of them says get over here and suck my dick bitch, so i go over kneel down in front of the couch pull his dick out of his shorts and go to town. They both just keep playing, seem more interested in the game than me. The one guy is txting, and about 5 mins latter i hear another guy come in the room. They talk, i find it really hard to understand south side black accent so not sure what exact conversation was, but i did get the jist that he asked if this was the bitch and had they fucked me already. the guy i wasnt sucking said no they hadnt and he wanted $20. A $20 fell on the couch and he said get over here bitch. The guy i was sucking pulled my head up by my hair and i saw the other guy stood behind the couch. i got up and walked around as he undid his pants and stepped out of them. He was mid 40s big uncut cock. Its in the 90s here today and they were all a bit ripe and this guys cock was no exception! i sucked him hard and he started fucking my face and i started gagging, lol tears running down my face. he pulled me up and bent me over the couch between the two guys still playing video games. They were laughing and telling him to fuck the bitch some place else. He told them to shut up and forced his finger in my ass. I had put some lube up in me before i left just to be prepared. He said to the other you already fucked this bitch, they said no and then he asked me, i told him it was just lube. He worked my ass with his fingers a bit them i felt his cock at my hole and he pushed straight in. He was big and it hurt. He started slow but deep long strokes, and then just got faster and faster, The other guys were laughing and yelling he was moving the couch, he was long and it hurt when he bottomed out and my feet were off the floor trying to make it harder for him to bottom out. i could feel his sweat dripping on my back and he eventually dumped his load in my ass. i just stayed bent over the back of the couch. He pulled his pants up and spoke to the other two and he left. The guy i had been sucking came round the back and said he needed my ass all whipped up and started fucking me The other guy i hadnt touched yet started talking on his phone, and i heard him say, its open. 5 mins or so latter i hear two more voices and then they are in the room watching me get fucked over the back of this couch, then they agree on $10 and the guy stops fucking me and pushes me back down on my knees and puts his cock in my mouth. The other two gys both get closer, pull the front of their shorts down and i start going from cock to cock. They all get hard then its back over the couch and not sure who starts but i am getting fucked again. One guy cums pretty quick, but the other two are swapping and taking longer. Then the guy who has been on the phone is kneeling on the couch and he is hard and i am sucking him. He is making me gag and choke and the other two are going at it pretty hard, and then one cums and it slows down for a minute while he drains every last drop in my ass, then the other guy is back in me fucking fast again, so i am being pushed down on the other guys cock in my mouth and gagging again. He starts holding my head tighter so i know he is about to cum and he blows a load down my throat which i am choking on and coughing. He steps away and the last guy is absolutely pounding my ass and he finally blows his load. The guy who i had swallowed said "aight we done" and they just went back to the game with the other 2 and i walked back to the door put on my shorts and tshirt and left. It took about 45 mins all together and i am still full of cum, i stink of it, and i have a big round butt plug in me.

Part 4. It took a few weeks for Jake to come down with even the mildest symptoms of a viral infection. In the immediate aftermath of our encounter with Eddie and Bill, I tried to reassure him that things would be OK, that PrEP really worked and that he didn’t have anything to worry about. I doubled up on giving him the blue pills for that first week to try to make him feel better, knowing they were just pain killers and wouldn’t help stop what was happening to his immune system with each passing day. He didn’t even really put it together that his low-grade fever and cold symptoms were anything out of the ordinary, but I was watching closely, and I noticed. And shared the news with my text buddies, who had been eagerly waiting for any news. Jake and I agreed that we would play safe with each other until the 6 month point, at which time he could get tested and we could go back to normal. During those months, I cultivated a friendship with a tech at the clinic, and ultimately let him in on my idea for how things would go down. It didn’t hurt that soon after we met, I gave up my hole to him raw and let him dump his seed in me as often as he wanted. If Jake wouldn’t do it, I had to seek other opportunities. During our pillow talk after he dumped inside me, we developed the plan. In the same period, Jake’s friend Matt moved back to town. I fucking hated Matt from the moment we first met, when Jake and I were first dating. They were best friends, and it was obvious to me that Matt was in love with Jake, but it was never stated outright. As Jake and I had grown closer, I pulled him further away from Matt, which broke his heart I’m sure. He eventually took a job out of state, but they kept in touch. I could tolerate that, but when the bitch moved back to town and wanted to rekindle their friendship, I knew I had a problem...and an opportunity. To Jake’s surprise, I encouraged him to spend time with Matt - we weren’t having sex much, and giving them some space to catch up allowed me more time to visit my clinic friend Dean. When I told Dean about Matt, he had a great idea, which I readily took him up on. I gave Dean all the information I knew about Matt, and it didn’t take him long to find him in an online app and strike up a connection. Matt’s profile said he was a total bottom who only played safe. Dean chatted him up, and after a short conversation told him he was an HIV counselor and was on PrEP (a lie, as he was actually poz, but Matt didn’t need to know that), but he only fucked bare. Matt got quiet, but kept up the chat. He said he had thought about PrEP, but that he had a pill phobia and couldn’t imagine having to do that every day. Add that to the fact that he didn’t have insurance yet with his new job, and it just wasn’t an option for him. Dean played it cool, said he understood Matt’s apprehension and also that PrEP wasn’t for everyone, but said that there was nothing like that feeling of skin on skin sex with no barriers in between. Dean suggested maybe Matt might know somebody he could trust who he would let fuck him raw - maybe someone in a monogamous relationship who knew their status beyond a shadow of a doubt. Matt perked up at that suggestion and said he knew just the person he wanted to ask. When Jake came home a short time later and told me what Matt suggested, I shocked him by telling him I thought it sounded hot. He confessed that he always thought I was jealous of his closeness with Matt, and I admitted he wasn’t wrong - but that since we started playing with other people, a lot of those feelings I’d had had resolved. And you had to admit, Matt had a sweet ass that looked eminently fuckable. Jake agreed on that point, but said it was impossible given his current freaked out state after the broken condom incident. I reassured him yet again, and said how the timing was actually perfect - that his test was coming up and after the last 6 months of safe sex only, he could be more certain of his status than ever. He hadn’t really thought of it that way, and still seemed a little unsure. I said we still had time to think about it and talk it through. When the day came for his clinic visit, I took the day off and went with him. I admit my hole twitched just a bit when we walked in and I saw Dean behind the counter, looking up from his computer and smiling at us. He greeted us and confirmed Jake’s appointment and information. When the doctor came out to fetch Jake, he informed us it was their policy to not allow anyone else into the exam room. Jake protested, but I told him it was OK, that I’d be waiting right here and confirmed that it would be OK for us to hear the results together. The doctor said that would be fine, and led Jake into an exam room. Immediately after the door shut, I hurried to a supply closet down the hall and waited for Dean. I dropped my pants and as soon as I heard him come in, I bent over and offered my hole. I saw him place his phone on the shelf next to my head, then unzip his fly. He said he only had a few minutes until Jake’s blood would have been drawn and the doctor would buzz him to come retrieve the sample and take it to the lab for processing. I felt his cock press against my hole, and I pressed back against it, feeling myself open up to allow him into me raw. He didn’t hesitate once he was inside and pressed in balls deep. As he began to fuck me, he told me how he had been chatting with Matt again, and got the update that things were looking good that his trusted friend was going to fuck him for the first time, and that they were working up to being comfortable with it being bareback. I squeezed my hole around his shaft as it slid in and out of me, confirming that I was close to convincing Jake that he should go for it - that he was safer now than at any time in his life, and he should show his best friend how amazing it feels when a raw cock fucks you. After just a minute or two more, Dean’s phone buzzed with the text from the doctor. He picked up his pace, and a few short strokes later was dumping his toxic seed into my hole. He pulled out, zipped up, grabbed his phone and was out the door before I had a chance to say a word. I composed myself and returned to the waiting room. Dean soon emerged from the exam room with a vial of blood, which he held up with a grin. I watched as he went to his desk, printed off a new label, pulled out a vial from a drawer that looked identical. He slapped the new label on that vial, walked past me, adjusted his bulge, and hustled down the hall to the lab. No sooner was he gone then Jake joined me in the waiting room, saying it should be about a half hour before we got the results. Dean returned 25 minutes later and motioned for us to join him in the exam room. The doctor was reading the results as we entered, invited us to sit down, and quickly dispensed with the formalities and gave us the good news that Jake’s result was negative. Jake began to cry and leapt into my arms, sobbing in relief. We all extolled the virtues of PrEP, and then Jake and I were on our way. I glanced at Dean on the way out, giving him a furtive wink and a smile.

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 2) The lad was giving his best, to satisfy me with his mouth. I was pretty sure, he didn’t have the experience to give a great blow job, but it was alright. He played more with his tongue around my dickhead, than actually swallowing my cock. Probably he was impressed with the length and thickness of my dick. My right hand was resting on the backside of his head and from time to time I pushed him deeper into my crotch. He understood the signal and tried at least for a while to suck me off. “No teeth, baby…. no teeth” I warned him with my low voice, when he scraped me once. We passed the outskirts and I told my rapetoy, that I would fuck him so hard, as soon as we reached the motel. I chose a good one. No questions asked. I reserved a bungalow under the name ‘Smith’ and payed the fees in advance and in cash. No tracks…. The boy tried to answer me in between sucking. “Yeah… force me. Rape my ass hard. Make me bleed out of my hole” He would get that and more. I would make him bleed and gift him with my virus. I was not only positive. I was an AIDS bloke with a deadly poison in my balls and was eager to breed the stupid twat forcefully. “Once we pass that door, you will be nothing more than an object to me. Just a hole… and you will do anything for me, to get my charged up load into your system” I advised him in a calm voice. I slapped him on the back of his head and asked him if he understood. “Hm hum….” he mumbled while trying to cope with the 9 inch meet planted deeply in his throat right now. I pulled him off my cock and asked again: “You got that… punk?” “Yes… yes… reduce me to a thing. Destroy me with your cock” he gasped. “Fuck yeah… I will reduce you to a pulp” and with that I pushed my cock in his mouth again. After another hour drive we reached our destination. We passed the reception bungalow without stopping. A long and winding road led us to a distant corner of the park. There I stopped my car. Although the cute guy had tried his best, to suck my cum out of my balls, he was not successful. He looked up to me with a guilty look in his eyes and said ‘sorry’. “Don’t worry pup. Your body will do now. I will use your hole to pollute you – stupid fuck” The guy was getting up from his squatted position and stretched himself. “My name is Davis by the way” he smiled cheekily at me. “Who cares?” I looked at him sternly. “Just get out of the car and get inside the apartment. We both got off the car. I surveyed the area. No other human being could be seen. It was half past seven already. I opened the door and Davis entered the room and froze in place right then and there. Two guys were sitting on a couch, watching hardcore porn on the television. Another guy fiddled about a cam, which was attached to a tripod – facing one of the two beds. A fourth guy just came out of the bathroom, while we entered the whole scene. All guys were dressed in black. Black boots, black jeans, black t-shirts, black gloves. Davis seemed to be stunned. He was scared, that all of a sudden four other dudes were here in the same room with him, obviously waiting for his arrival. I closed the door behind us and greeted the other tops. Both guys on the couch masturbated slowly their cocks while checking Davis out. The other two guys had also their dicks hauled out of their jeans, but they were only half hard right now. All the guys had their highest button of the jeans closed, but all the other buttons downwards have been opened and so their dicks were hanging freely, waiting for a hole to appear. “What… is…. this…. all…. about” Davis stammered. “Is this the rape hole you promised us?” one of the guys asked me with greedy eyes. “Man…. my dick is already getting fully set” the guy at the camera looked down and Davis saw how the cock slowly extended to its full 8 inches and rising. “Please…. I am not sure if I can stand that. What is the cam for? Don’t do this to me please” the twink started begging me. Without taking notice of this babbling the guys started putting on black ski masks. I disguised my face also, as we could see the horror in the young lads eyes. “Start filming…” I said. The cam turned around to the entrance. I grabbed Davis from behind and pulled my right arm firmly over his neck. Breathing became difficult now. The two guys from the couch moved closer and started pinching the boys’ nipples severely. Davis just screamed. I covered his mouth with my big left hand while the guy from the bathroom squeezed the lads’ balls hardly. I bit into Davis left ear - pulled and tore like a mad dog - growling dangerously. “We will destroy you” I hissed to Davis. “Look at this!” the guy crushing the boys’ balls exclaimed. Davis became rigid and a wet spot appeared in front of his jeans. The poor lad pissed himself out of fear. The cam was recording every second of it. His white jeans changed the color to yellow, while the piss started wetting his fabrics downwards. The two guys next to the pup started jeering and twisted his nipples brutally now. “You know how to make a guy horny” I whispered into Davis ear. Davis couldn’t help but to sob and piss himself. He was scared to death

Choking on a Corn Dog: Isaiah spit a wad of chunky phlegm on his dick and didn’t bother asking or waiting to see if I was ready before lining his pole up like he was surveying the Rocky Mountains and slamming it into my dry ass. I told myself over and over it was a one-time thing. That I shouldn’t go back there - that I couldn’t go back - that I needed to stay away from the carnival and the two brothers who had fucked me raw, bred me with their charged nutt, and gave me dick-munchies from the good weed we smoked. I was lying on the bed in my motel room, stroking my dick. My eyes were closed as I replayed our fuck fest over and over in my mind like one of those cheap dirty movie channels on the motel TV. I decided the self-inflicted frustration was not worth it, so I might as well head next door to the truck stop diner for some breakfast/lunch. Well, that just made shit worse. There were all these truckers and other guys that just made my ass quiver with the need for dick. I even hung out a minute in the bathroom after I was done just on the chance someone would walk in and whip out his dick - which of course always happens right? NOT! Back in my room I smoothed out the rumpled paper once more that Isaiah had given me. It was the schedule for the summer of the dates and towns where the carnival was going to be along with a handwritten note at the bottom, “WE’LL BE HERE TWO MORE WEEKS AND YOU ARE WELCOME BACK ANY NIGHT. WE GOT ROOM ON THE ROAD FOR ONE MORE TOO - SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING THE REST OF THE SUMMER?” I held the paper up to my nose and SNIFFED. It smelled like him - them. Damn it! The sun was starting its western descent as I put the car into drive and headed towards the carnival. I had the weekend off so why not enjoy it right? And not like there was really any chance of them wanting to fuck again right? Maybe I was just setting myself up for disappointment right? I was about the 5th person in line at the gates when the carnival opened. While part of me said I shouldn’t appear too eager, my ass told me to make a run for it. So I did. I headed straight for the Fun House, all the while scanning left to right as I passed booths and rides, just in case I saw Zeke or Isaiah. Of course, Zeke was not working on the generator, which appeared to be running smoothly from the solid rumble it made. I even stepped around the back and tried the door to the room where he first fucked me - locked. What the hell, I decided to go their trailer and told myself if they were not there, then I would just go back to my motel. Their beat up truck and camper trailer looked even more rundown and dingy in the light than it did at night. All seemed quiet, the curtains were drawn, and not even a whiff of weed smoke was seeping out. I paused, took a deep breath, and KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. I waited, placed my ear against the door, and waited then KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK a little louder this time. The trailer shook, I thought I heard voices, then someone yelled, “MOTHER FUCKING CHRIST - HANG ONTO YOUR HORSES - I’M COMING, I’M COMING.” A minute later Zeke threw open the door, a freshly lit, unfiltered cigarette dangling between his lips as he squinted at the daylight, then me. I could only stare at his semi-hard dick as clearly he had just woken up and now I knew he slept totally naked. He pinched the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, exhaled, “Well don’t just fucking stand there. Come on in. You’re letting the bugs in and shit.” Zeke sat down in the little booth table with his left arm resting on the counter, “I knew you would be back boy for more of our AIDS cotton-cum-candy.” I let out the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. He said that without judgment - just a fact - and somehow I felt reassured knowing that he wanted me again, and that he was right about what I needed even though I had not yet admitted it fully to myself. I looked to the back of the camper trailer where the bed was and noticed there was a dark curtain pulled across the doorway, yet there was enough of a gap that I could see a large, hairy leg - Isaiah. I then looked at Zeke and maintained steady eye contact as I pulled off my t-shirt, unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them off, kicked my sneakers off, and stepped up between his spread legs. Zeke blew his smoke towards my face and while the embers and ash of his cigarette flared, he reached out with his left hand and started rubbing my right nipple. I closed my eyes and moaned and reached down to stroke my stiff dick. SLAP - “DID I FUCKING GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO TOUCH YOURSELF!” Zeke said. Anger flashed hot across my face, which quickly ended as SLAP - Zeke left a deep red handprint on my cheek, “You need to learn right boy. Now keep your hands to your side and don’t fucking move.” I did as the carnie daddy ordered. Zeke set the cigarette between his teeth and then reached up with both hands and pinched and twisted my nipples hard. I winced, gritted my teeth, and forced myself not to flinch or move. His left upper lip raised slightly in a snarl as he twisted harder, his eyes daring me to cry out or move. A few minutes of tit torture was all Zeke needed to get his dick pump primed. Zeke stood up, put his cigarette out in the overflowing ashtray, then leaned into me as he slid his hand under my balls and drove a couple fingernails into my ass, “You need that hole fucked?” My pig instincts took over as I tried squatting/pushing down on the sharp nailed fingers that were digging in my ass. When I opened my eyes, Zeke was staring at me with a knowing smile, “I need you daddy,” I said. There was no verbal response, just another clawed finger added to the excavation going on against my ass ring. The harder and deeper Zeke tried scratching at my hole, the more I tried to push down onto his hand needing to be fucked. Zeke pressed his body against mine, pushing me back against the pantry cabinet as he continued his rear assault, “YOU KNOW WHAT I’M DOING? NO? I’M STRIPPING THAT ASS HOLE LIKE A COUPLE OF WIRES - PULLING THAT COATING OFF, SCRAPING IT RAW SO YOU CAN GET THAT FULL VOLTAGE CHARGE. THE BLOODIER THE HOLE, THE MORE MY AIDS CANDY WILL STICK TO THEM WALLS, DIG IN. YOU WANT ME TO STOP BOY? OR DO YOU WANT DADDY’S CANDY?” I wasn’t given the time to consider a response as Zeke pulled his red tipped fingers out of my pulsing ring, spun me around, and stuffed my mouth with those same fingers so I could taste the last of my own NEG self. “GIVING YOU A GOOD CHARGE BOY. HIGH VOLTAGE DADDY DICK AND CUM GOING TO POZ THAT HOLE GOOD. FUCK - COULD NOT GET THAT SWEET ASS OUT OF MY MIND AND MY BALLS BEEN SPINNING THAT AIDS NUTT DOUBLE TIME. LET’S PLAY A LITTLE RING TOSS NOW - SLIDE THAT RING OVER THIS DADDY STICK - SEE WHAT PRIZE YOU GET. THAT’S IT BOY - YOU WANT THE PRIZE? YOU WANT DADDY’S HOT, STICKY, AIDS PRIZE? I’M GOING TO…..AW FUCK MAN - WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING JUST STANDING THERE?” Zeke declared. I was confused and grunted in pain as he withdrew from my ass just as I was wetting up nice for him. I turned and joined Zeke as we both stared at Isaiah. He apparently had woken up and was standing behind the curtain to the bedroom, peeking out through the crack, and furiously beating his dick as the curtain flapped and billowed with every stroke of his hand. Zeke shoved me face first against the pantry, slammed his dick back in as I yelped, then wiggled his hips to make sure the connection was good, before turning me towards the curtain. “LOOKS LIKE YOU GOT ANOTHER DICK THAT NEEDS ATTENTION. COME ON NOW BOY, I GOT YOU - WALK AHEAD, THAT’S IT, NOW BEND FORWARD AND OFFER UP THAT GLORYHOLE MOUTH TO YOUR OTHER DADDY. SUCK THAT DIRTY STICK.” Isaiah’s long, thick dick was rank, sweaty, and crusted and I savored the sticky syrup that slid out the tip. “GOOD BOY. CHOKE ON THAT DADDY CONR DIG DICK, WHILE YOUR UNCLE - DADDY - WHATEVER THE FUCK SEEDS THIS ASS. I DUG IT UP GOOD SO I CAN PLANT MY AIDS CORN, NOW TIME TO ADD THE FERTILIZER IN THOSE GUTS, SPREAD MY SEED, WATER IT DOWN, AND WATCH THAT BUG GROW! YOU’RE GOING TO GET A FUCKING CONTACT HIGH OFF MY CUM BOY - DADDY’S NUTT IS ALWAYS YELLOW, THICK, AND SUPER STICKY AFTER A NIGHT OF SMOKING THAT GOOD COLORADO WEED - OR WAS IT THAT OREGON SHIT? NO MATTER - HERE IT COMES BOY - OOOHHH HELL YEAH - CHARGING THAT ASS UP!” With a sigh and a grunt, Zeke pulled out of my filled ass, slapped it twice, and said, “Fuck boy. Now I need me a coffee, a joint, and a pick me up. You go on back there and take care of your other daddy now.” The curtain was yanked back, Isaiah took his left hand and pulled his long hair back off his face and smiled as he stepped sideways to let me get to the bed. “How do you want me?” I asked. Isaiah’s big bear paw of a hand swiped at me, sprawled me onto the bed, before he dragged me back, pulled my hips up, and pushed my shoulder blades down. My cummy ass quickly started talking back to daddy as he started digging it out with two thick fingers - which felt bigger than three of four of his brother’s. I moaned, pushed my ass back, silently begging for that monster dick. Isaiah frustrated me once again though as he pulled his fingers out and buried his face in my boy snatch. His long tongue and beard set my crack on fire as he slurped out my booty boy juices, but suddenly he paused - KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Jesus hell. Isaiah stood up and pulled the curtain all the way back. I turned my body to look towards the front of the camper trailer as Zeke stood up from the table - still buck ass naked - and opened the door. A man - no woman - no fuck I didn’t know stepped into the trailer. The newest arrival was all hyper and spewed out, “Fuck man knew you was up. I could smell that good skunk weed from the other side of the camp. I’m hurting man and need a little pick me….” The person stopped speaking as he looked from Zeke, to Isaiah and his ramrod dick, to my naked ass on the bed. Zeke laughed, patted his new guest on the shoulder, “I got you Walter. You know we always keep some extra stash just for you. So what you looking for today? Some coke, or that Croc shit you been shooting up?” The person he called Walt just stood there staring, and I stared right back. Zeke called him Walt, but this person looked like he had DD tits, long, curly blonde hair with a big red bow on top, and was wearing a red and white checkered poufy dress like they had just stepped out of some country and western square dance show. Isaiah poked my hips and said, “That’s Walt. The bearded lady.” OK, now I got it I guess. They still had si9de show freaks like that these days? Isaiah walked towards the front and frustrated at the interruption I did too. Walt was still standing by the door all fidgety as Zeke pulled a couple of coffee can tins out of the pantry, set them on the table, sat down, lit up a fresh joint, and started to peel plastic covers off the tins and pulled out various baggies full of weed, pills, and other shit. “This is our new boy,” Zeke said as he nodded towards me. Isaiah had sat down at the table too now and took the lit joint out of Zeke’s mouth, hit it, then set it back between his brother’s lips. I was suddenly embarrassed and aware of my nakedness and bent down to get my t-shirt. SLAP - Zeke had reached out and cuffed my head. “No one told you to get dressed. Now Walt, he’s got some good boy hole and I just wet it up nice and deep. What do you say - want to fuck it before Isaiah here stretches that shit out?” Isaiah chuckled and spanked his still hard dick. Walt looked at me, his eyes darting back and forth, “I don’t know man,” he said, “I mean yeah fuck, you know, I’m like horny like horny shit all the time, but you know man, I don’t know, I mean fuck.” Even as he seemed to object, Walt started getting undressed. He looked at me and shrugged, “Can’t get the costume fucked up you know? It’s just a job dude - I mean yeah fuck - just a job. I ain’t into all that fem shit, I mean fuck - not nothing wrong with it I mean fuck. Just, just I mean, for me it’s a job, right? Fuck.” I yelped and turned as Isaiah - with the joint between his lips - winked at me as he jammed his thick fingers back up my ass and started scraping my flesh raw. I leaned into his hand, begging for him to go deeper as Walt continued to get undressed. Isaiah handed the joint to me, I happily took several hits back to back, as we watched Walt take for fucking ever to get naked and Zeke set up a Walt’s hit. I then choked as Walt pulled the white stockings down over his legs - they were covered in large black, scaly spots. What the fuck was that? Isaiah poked my side, I bent over and he whispered, “It’s from the croc. Nasty shit.” I looked at Zeke as he stirred some foul looking liquid in a dirty coffee cup, pulled back on the end of syringe, and filled it with Walt’s drug of choice. I looked back at Walt and noticed even his dick - which was as long as Isaiah’s and maybe even thicker - also had the black, scaly spots on it. I cringed a little, hit the joint, and then watched as Walt stepped forward, naked except for the red bow in his blond hair. Walt picked up a syringe full of the brown liquid Zeke had extruded from the mug, then casually jammed it into a pulsing vein on his lower left abdomen that was so close to the skin he looked like a slice of exotic cheese. The syringe emptied, Walt closed his eyes and turned his head, set the needle down, then shook his whole body like a Labrador that had just taken a swim. “Fuck yeah - mean fuck - yeah - I mean..” He said. Zeke looked at me, “Get on your knees boy. Slobber on that charred corn dog - taste that drugged up dick.” I knelt on the camper trailer floor, and hesitantly reached out to touch that diseased dick. It felt like slabs of granite glued to his dick and the last thing I wanted to do was put my mouth on it. “Here,” Zeke said as he handed me a bottle of Jungle Juice poppers, “Hit these if you need to.” I shook my head. No, I wanted to taste it, lick it, suck it without that first. I gagged, wretched, and my eyes watered at his rotten, crunchy dick, but I took it in my mouth and tried to soften the scales up with my spit to no avail as Walt quickly got hard. “Fuck - I mean I got to cum now - come on - you want it in your ass - fuck I mean,” he said. I stood up, bent forward with my forearms resting on the table and Isaiah smiling and jacking his dick while Zeke set a joint between my lips, then the bottle of poppers. “GET FUCKED UP AND TAKE THAT CROCODILE DICK FOR YOUR DADDIES,” Zeke ordered. I winced as Walt’s scaly dick shredded the outer layer of skin and started banging my ass. Isaiah was entranced and as he jerked harder I just kept thinking I didn’t want him to waste the cum. Zeke kept me drugged between the joint and poppers and as the double shot kicked in I wanted to feel Walt really scrape my ass raw. I arched my back, lowered my shoulders, and set my right foot up on the table seat by Zeke. “Shit!” Isaiah said. I smiled at daddy, turned, and smiled at daddy #2 as Zeke lit a new joint, hit it, then set it between my lips. He exhaled, “Fuck, you’re a slut hole boy - mother-fucking-Christ! Go on Walt, cum in that boy ass, I want to see his face as you put that toxic load up his shitter. Make it bleed good with that reptilian dick. He’s a good boy, he can take it.” Walt banged the fuck out of my ass as my two daddies watched, proud of their boy. Walt started clawing deep lines down my back, “FUCK - I MEAN YEAH FUCK - I’M READY TO SPILL - I’M READY TO SPILL - NICE FUCKING WETT ASS - OH I WANT THAT SHIT - OH I NEED THAT HOLE - OH I WANT THAT SHIT - I MEAN - FUCK YEAH - I MEAN…..AAAAAHHHHH - AAAAAHHHH OH HELL THAT BURNS!!” Walt’s cum might have burned his dick coming out, but totally scalded my insides as he worked it in. That croc chem nutt was some fierce shit and burned like acid! A few minutes later Walt was dressed and gone, happily on his way and in time to make the 4:00 p.m. show. Zeke was cleaning up and sorting his various bags of pills, weed, and other shit and said, “I’m the man the folks here come to see to get what they need. No matter what their fix is, I got it or can get it in 24-hours tops and make a fucking shit load of money for a tiny bit of trouble.” I looked around the run down camper trailer and frowned thinking this sure doesn’t look like they had a shit load of cash. Zeke must have known what I was thinking as he said, “It’s all about laying low, not attracting attention. Who would think that two brothers living in this dump are major drug smugglers and dealers? All our cash goes back into the store stock and our ranch outside of Santa Fe. You been to Santa Fe before boy? What do you think brother, could we use a boy on the ranch? A boy to keep us warm on those cool nights, a boy to bend over and take the ranch hand’s dicks? I boy to tie up to that big post beam in the middle of our hacienda and whip and fuck the shit out of?” Isaiah paused - the Spam/butter/white bread sandwich he had made halfway to his mouth. He then nodded, looked at me, smiled, and said, “OH YEAH!” Zeke continued, “I also sell to all the fucking country folks who don’t got their own connect. Jesus - even fucking poppers - I get rid of Jungle Juice by the fucking case! Triple the price - no questions asked.” I looked around wondering where he stored all that stuff and again, the fucking daddy read my mind. “There are many advantages to being in charge of maintenance. We got our stash hidden and stashed in just about every moving vehicle and ride and piece of equipment here. Within two-steps I can set a fucker up - cash on the barrelhead. And with our shit spread out, if something happens to one part of it, well we still got plenty left.” Fucking made sense. I couldn’t wait any longer and got down on my knees pushed Zeke’s legs back under the table, and started slobbing on Isaiah’s dick. Zeke then pushed his way out of the booth, knelt on the floor behind me, slapped my ass and said, “COME ON BOY - SQUEEZE THAT HOLE AND PUSH THAT NUTT OUT. LET ME TASTE THAT CROC’S LOAD.” Once he had slurped me clean, Zeke grabbed my t-shirt, wiped my crack and fingered my hole and then said, “He’s ready brother, go slam that big corn dog up his silo.” I was led to the bed and thrown on my back. I grabbed my ankles pulling my legs up and apart so Isaiah could see my ass. I needed him to take me again, fuck me deep, and his drizzling AIDs dick seemed more than willing. I knew what I wanted - what I needed - and as he held the Jungle Juice down to my nose for a final sniff, I smiled, knowing my ass would get hurt and POZZED again by this daddy’s horsey dick. Isaiah spit a wad of chunky phlegm on his dick and didn’t bother asking or waiting to see if I was ready before lining his pole up like he was surveying the Rocky Mountains and slamming it into my dry ass. (*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!)

Todd: I walked back over to the shower and turned the water off as soon as I heard Brian finish in the living room, and I walked out a minute after I heard his belt buckle. I hoped he had shot a huge load inside my girl, although I know she'd begged him not to. Most guys do. I wrapped the damp towel around my waist and strutted out of the bathroom, immediately noticing the smell of sex in the air. "All my clothes are out here," I said, as I crossed in front of the TV. I took my towel off and set it down on the couch right next to Brian, who was staring laser beams into the TV and working on his beer, apparently not noticing my semi-hard prick blowing in the wind not 3 feet from his face. "What's the score," I asked, as soon as I heard the commercial break start. "It's, it's…the same," he choked out, which I knew was wrong. Yep. As I casually put on some boxers, I looked over at my girl, who was pretending to watch TV too, and I saw the bright red hand prints on her neck even from where I was standing. My dick jumped, imagining my buddy pinning my girl down right there on my own couch and fucking her like he owned her, with me right inside the bathroom. That two-timing, backstabbing son of a bitch! I would deal with him later. "So what did you guys talk about?" I asked, putting on some joggers and a tank. "Brian was showing me how to get out of a chokehold," Sam said without missing a beat, making Brian cough on his beer a little. I pretended not to notice. "He didn't want to do it at first, but I kept asking him and asking him until he finally gave me what I wanted, didn't you, Brian?" she said, poking him playfully in the arm. Poor Brian jumped so high I was afraid he'd throw his beer across the living room. Then he quickly laughed, a little too loud, and managed, "Haha, yeah!" "Oh that's great," I said, putting on some socks, "I knew I could trust you to take care of my girl." Brian shifted and laughed awkwardly, making intense eye contact with the Meow Mix commercial in front of him, and obviously hoping I'd change the subject. "Babe, do you think you could help me carry the rest of the bags up from the car?" Sam asked me casually. Brian looked over at the bags already sitting by the door, probably thinking, How much stuff did she get? But he didn't say anything, and went back to trying to blend into the couch. I knew what my girl needed wasn't help unloading the car, but help loading up her slutty snatch again, and I didn't waste any time getting my shoes on after that. "Sure babe, let's go. We'll be back, Brian. You're not gonna go anywhere, are you?" I asked, staring at him meaningfully. "No, I'll be here," he said, relaxing visibly as Sam and I walked out the door and left him alone with his guilty thoughts. I could barely keep my hands off my girl after the door closed. I pushed her up against the wall right next to our apartment door and made out with her hungrily, slipping one hand up her shirt and another down her pants. She moaned quietly and put her arms around me. If anyone came out into the hallway they would see us like that, but I didn't care, I had to have her. My right hand found her pussy, and it was definitely wet. "Did my buddy cum inside you?" I whispered to her so Brian couldn't hear us on the other side of the door. She just nodded, with lust in her eyes. I slipped a couple fingers inside her, feeling my buddy's hot spunk inside my girl, the spunk he had shot up there barely a few minutes before. It was so wrong, and so hot, his spunk didn't belong inside her, only mine did. We both had to try so hard not to moan, or someone would hear us. I pulled my cummy fingers out of her twat and put them inside her mouth, and she sucked on them obediently. I immediately shoved my tongue inside her mouth and started kissing her, getting my first taste of my buddy Brian's cum, but definitely not my last. I somehow got my girl down to the parking garage without fucking her right there in the hallway, and we climbed into the back seat of the car like hungry animals, not caring anymore who the fuck heard us. I tore her pants off and buried my face in her cummy snatch before she could say anything. As she gasped for air and scratched and clawed at my back, I shoved my tongue as far up her pussy as I could, tasting Brian's forbidden cum, and wondering what he'd say if he could see me feasting on his hot jizz. Before I'd sucked all of my buddy's juice out of my girl, I moved up to share another kiss with her, and we made out greedily. "How did you get him to fuck you?" I asked her lustily, sliding two more fingers inside her. "I got him all hot and bothered with my bra and panties, and telling him how bad I needed a hard cock inside me," she said, gasping, "Then I said I'd tell you he grabbed my ass unless he fucked me. He stopped fighting me after that." Fuck, that made my dick jump. "You conniving bitch, did you at least tell him to put a rubber on?" "He slammed it in my pussy before I could say anything, so I let him fuck me without one." At this point my cock was so hard it was hurting, so I popped it out of my joggers and rubbed it over her pussy, wanting so bad to be inside her. "But that's so risky," I whispered, just inches away from her face, "he could give you something, and then you could give it to me," as I rubbed my precum onto her pussy lips, teasing her, "or he could knock you up, get you pregnant." I kissed her again, totally lost in the lust of the moment. "I didn't care," she whispered back hungrily after we broke away, "I just needed his rock hard cock inside me, I didn't care what he gave me!" "You dirty fucking slut! Taking my buddy's dick while I'm right there in the fucking shower! Did you at least tell him to pull out?" "Yes, I begged him to pull out so he didn't get me pregnant," she answered, as I started pressing my cock head inside her unfaithful snatch where my buddy's cock had just been. "But he wouldn't listen, he just put his hands around my neck and came inside me anyway. Now I might be pregnant with his babies!" The thought of my buddy choking out my girl and knocking her up after she'd begged him to pull out was too much for me, and I slammed my entire cock into her slutty twat with one thrust. Brian's cum around my unprotected cock felt amazing, and fucking his boys deeper into my girlfriend and into my piss slit got me so hot. Brian was part of the family now, whether he knew it or not, and what was his, was now both of ours, too. "Fuck, you nasty bitch, you make me so fucking hard, always letting other guys fuck you behind my back!" I was pounding her snatch so hard, making a sloshing sound with Brian's cum all over my hard prick, and she was pulling me into her desperately. "Are you gonna keep taking Brian's cum every time he comes over?" "Yes!" she whispered into my ear. "Good girl, you know it fucking drives me crazy when you do that shit." I kept pounding her as hard as I could, feeling my balls start to tingle. "You're such a nasty bitch, such a fucking cumslut, you're too good for me." I kept slamming her twat, and she kept moaning softly and pulling me in. "If you keep taking Brian's cum he's gonna make you pregnant, he's already marked you," I said, putting my hands on her neck, where I could still see Brian's fingers wrapped around it like he owned her. "Are you gonna mark me too, baby, just like Brian did?" she asked me, clearly wanting it. "Oh fuck yeah baby, you're mine, and don't you fucking forget it!" With that, I put my hands around my girl's neck, just like Brian had, making new hand prints on top of his, and feeling his warm cum all over my bare cock inside my girl, where it didn't belong. That son of a bitch had pretended to be my buddy, then choked out my girl and shot his cream inside her even though she'd begged him not to, all while my back was turned. Then he'd sat back down on the couch like nothing had happened, while his cum soaked into my girl's twat, maybe even making her pregnant. Well fuck him. Sam was mine, and I was gonna take her back. I looked down at my girl, and saw she couldn't really breathe with my hands choking her, but the obedient slut wasn't telling me to stop, so I just kept pounding Brian's cum into her and kept getting closer. Then finally she grabbed my wrists. She needed air, and I was the only one who could let her have it. She may have taken my buddy's cock and baby batter earlier, but she was totally mine now. That thought finally set me off, and my fat cock swelled up even harder as I slammed all the way inside my girl and shot rope after rope of my own jizz inside her slutty snatch to mix with Brian's. I have no idea how much of my cum I pumped inside her, but it felt like I was cumming for days. At some point I loosened my grip on her neck a little so she could breathe, but I kept my hands where they were to make sure she knew whose girl she was, mine. After I came down, I collapsed on top of her, pushing her into the car seat and smelling her hair, just like I imagined my buddy had done just 15 minutes before. She rubbed my back and my ass until I'd recovered. When I finally got up again, I saw I'd put new red marks on her neck. Perfect. If only she could see what a fucking slut she looked like right now, with two sets of red hand prints on her neck from two different guys, and two loads of hot jizz leaking out of her snatch with a bare cock still buried deep inside her. We got back up to the apartment and found Brian sitting in exactly the same spot, working on another beer. I wondered if he had any idea what we'd been up to, or how much dirty fun we'd just had playing in his spunk. Probably not. He probably thought he'd gotten away with breeding my girl behind my back, and that he was the only one with a secret, the sneaky bastard. "You took a while," he said to us. "Yeah, we got a phone call, from one of our friends," I improvised, hoping he wouldn't notice both our phones sitting on the dresser right next to him. "His girl was hooking up with one of his buddies, can you believe it?" I went on, kicking my shoes off casually and walking over to the couch. "He was pissed at first, but they worked it out in the end." I sat down on the couch next to him and put my arm around him, watching the commercial with him and kicking my feet up. He seemed uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything. My girl cuddled up next to me and I put my other arm around her, too. "Oh really?" Brian managed, definitely uncomfortable. "Yeah, bros before hos, you know?" I said. "And besides, now the two guys have something else in common, right?" "Uh, yeah, right," Brian said, almost definitely missing that I was talking about the girl they were both banging. "So what's the score, Brian?" I asked, nodding at the TV, which was still playing a commercial. "It's, uh, you know…the same." Haha, sure it is, buddy.

I have met bottoms who just insist on every top that they hook up with wear a condom. But sometimes I get the bottom to give in to my bb breeding needs when I deliberately take too long to cum. I am sorry. If the bottom has a very beefy bubble ass, I gotta seed it. I won't negotiate that at all with him. I do run into some cases when the bottom, who wants to get me off, takes the condom off and tells me not to cum in his ass. Now what top in his right mind can honestly say that he can pull out of a good beefy ass when he is at that moment? For me I just nutt in him anyway, but pull out to let the remaining droplets spill on his ass cheecks.

I’m proud of my body, I love showing it off and yeah I am an older guy, but my powerful muscle bear build is something I am very proud of. The kid was one of those perfect ones, you know the sort angelic face and a body built from long hours in the gym, but also so that naïve that he did not know how perfectly hot he was, we first saw him when we were on the beach, I was dozing idly scratching my chest when my buddy Duke, a big black brute of a muscle daddy, poked me “hey bro look at the chicky coming outa the water” , chicky was Adams term for any young lad who got his poz dick a twitching), I opened my eyes to see a very cute smooth muscle boy in a bikini brief come striding out of the surf totally oblivious to the leering stares of a lot of the guys on the beach, my dick twitched in my shorts and I grinned “fuck yeah he is hot!”. Both Duke and I watched as the kid sprayed himself with some suntan lotion and lay face down on his lounger, his bubble butt sticky up encased like two hard boiled eyes in a hanky. I grinned Duke went into action, all those years of working on the London stage had given him skills for sure though no stardom, I watched as Duke circled round as discreetly as he could, going on the sea before nonchalantly walking up the beach and somehow ‘managing’ to look very convincing when he stumbled and knocked the boys stuff flying and then making profuse apologies to the kid giving him the perfect opportunity to chat. Now Dukes look and bulk is enough to scare the shit out of most people but he oozes charm and has the gift of the gab that mixed with his deep smooth voice disarms most people within seconds and sure enough the two were soon chatting away like old friends. I pretended to be asleep when Duke brought the kid over to our loungers, “hey Ted wake up, this is Bobby”, I opened my eyes and put on my best smile reaching up putting out my hand “hey bobby”, the kid smiled back “hi Ted”, as Bobby sat down on Dukes lounger Duke exclaimed “I’m such a clumsy idiot, I trod on Bobby’s bag and got suntan oil over his clothes!”, bobby gave a cute little laugh “hey its no problem”, Duke pouted “but it is, I feel terrible”, that made me laugh along with bobby at the look on Dukes face. We drank some wine from our cooler and chatted easily and a tipsy Bobby soon became very forthcoming with information, he was on his gap year from university and he’d arranged to meet some friends here in Spain for a week of partying but had got the dates wrong and had arrived two days before his buddies and was having to stay in a hostel, when he said that he’d giggled “I don’t know, I’m so dumb sometimes”, both Duke and I laughed at that but the sly wink Duke gave me said it all. I looked at my watch saying “we’d better go soon”, Bobby looked a bit sad but brightened up when I added “hey Bobby, why don’t you come to our apartment with us, we can watch your gear and have a few more drinks?”, he smiled a sweet smile “okay that would be ace” and laughed completely unaware of the connotations when Duke added slyly emphasizing the ‘T’ “Yeah, we can have a nice party!” Back at the apartment and a few drinks later Bobby sat on the sofa looking nervously at the glass pipe Duke held out in front of him after he’d watched Duke and I blow clouds, he bit his lip “I dunno if I should”, Dukes voice was smooth like honey “hey bobby you’ve smoked weed right and liked it right?” and after Bobby nodded continued “well this is better”, Bobby’s hand was shaking as he took the pipe laughing nervously “it ain’t going to make me do anything stupid right?”, I could only chuckle “no son, if anything it will make you the opposite of that” Bobby blew out a big cloud and we could see that the effect was quick on him, his pretty blue eyes dilated and he flushed as he leaned back whispering “oh wow”, as Duke lit the pipe again grinning as bobby took the pipe in his mouth inhaling deeply, I put my hand on bobby’s thigh running it up to his swimsuit and gave his bulge and nice squeeze “feels great eh boy?”, bobby grinned and laughed “fuck yeah feels great, make me feel tingly and horny!” I rubbed his tenting bikini “yeah I can feel that son” and then pulled the front of his bikini down engulfing his decent sized boy cock in my mouth making him whimper “oh fuck” Duke laughed “oh you will be Bobby boy, don’t you worry”

It was all falling into place. I had just discovered my boyfriend of ten years was cheating on me. How did I discover it? Today, Saturday, I was sleeping in late as I recovered from a godawful, unseasonable flu. My guy had left me to work overtime, yet again, and in his hurry he had accidentally picked-up my phone, leaving his plugged into the charger. As the text message pinged, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and groggily picked up the phone and opened what I thought was a message for me Pitor: Ive not cum since we last fucked got a huge Poz load 4 u my filthy POZ cum slut? I had to re-read it as those two words jumped up off the screen at me: Poz and Fucked. The bastard was getting barebacked, then turning around and fucking ME and didn’t have the decency to say and I didn't even know the fucker bottomed as he certainly didn't for me! I was stunned. My boyfriend Grahame is cheating on me AND was fucking with a guy with HIV. I couldn't believe it and felt sick as I scrolled through a series of text and picture messages. With my heart sunk with each conversation as I realized they had been chatting and fucking for the past nine months. My stomach churned as I think back on the deceit and web of lies doing extra hours at work or dashing off to see family but as mad and pissed as I was my cock was rock hard as I read the multiple messages. Grahame: I would LOVE to get fucked by your big PA’d dick! Pitor: U know i'm POZ? Grahame: I don't care. J I want to feel ur big dick in me raw!!! As I read on it was obvious this just was not just dirty talk. Pitor Good I wanna mark ur your ass as mine! i've had to come off meds now but still have a low viral count but u can still get pozzed. ru cool with that? Grahame: ive thought about it but I cant give up on the best fucks of my life. i dont want to stop taking your cock!!! Pitor: good, i can't get enough of your ass. Grahame: Jeez my ass is still ripped, sore & bruised from yesterday. I can barely walk! You fucked me so hard. I can't get enough. I WANT MORE!!!! Pitor J yeah, followed by a picture insert I saw a little blood flecks mixed in with some cum that was dribbling from your hole. I know it was Grahame because of the series of moles on his right ass cheek. I knew you'd like my 10 inches. I love pumping my DIRTY cum deep up ur ass. Ur NEG ass is soooo fucking hot. Grahame: Yeah knock me up with ur + babies Pitor: Good coz Ive got a bonus 4 u this afternoon ;-) Grahame: That was awesome! I cant remember the last time I did ass to mouth I love it when you drill both holes! I can’t believe I’m reading this behavior coming from a guy who didn’t like to rim me because he thought doing that was too dirty-- the fucker! Pitor: yeah that was hot! glad I got to cum in each hole. U got to deep throat well even tho I choked u a few times. Grahame: No worries i fucking loved that! Having sooo much cock in my mouth was intense I almost blacked out. i can't decide if i like ur dick in my mouth or ass the most. Pitor: well i'll just have 2 keep fucking both ends like today then. Grahame: Oh yes please!!!! I’ve never felt so dumb, stupid and humiliated. Yet my cock had never been harder as their fucking tales unfolded and I realized I wasn't just upset, I was jealous. I had been missing out of being rammed by the apparently humongous cock which Grahame had been enjoying. 'Ummmm, I wish I knew what it felt like', I murmured to myself as I found myself jacking my dick. Pitor: It’s all set for this afternoon. Don’t forget to bring your leather blindfold he he I had no idea he owned a leather blindfold-- or where he kept it. The things you learn! Pitor continues: You really love POZ cock n cum up ur ass don't you and say u cant get enough so I have a plan 2 make sure u do get MORE than enough Grahame : I want it and am willing to do anything thing for your cock and cum Pitor: Anything eh? Grahame: Yes, yes, YES! In a trance reading all these reckless indiscretions I realized I was furiously wacking myself, and a huge amount of my pre-cum had pooled on my abs. Pitor: so what did you think of my Polish friends Pawel & Kris? Grahame: bloody fantastic m8 great big cocks rammed in both ends switching back and forth whats not to like? Glad they came first b4 you used that jagged PA on me. Pitor: yeah cum as lube is best, especially when its freshly diagnosed as POZ cum Grahame : Hell yes! Pitor: They’re in town a few more days. u wanna play some more with them? Grahame: YES!!! as much as we can!!!! But without the blindfold this time as I want to watch their faces and look into their eyes as they shoot their payload into me. Really want 2 make this happen…Harry and me have played around with guys in the past but always safe and I hate condoms so now I’m probably Poz from all the fucking WE have done Harry and me can bareback all the time and not worry. As u wont let me cum when we fuck I’m sooooo horny by the time I get home I’ve been fucking Harry almost every time I get to bed he must be POZ by now too! Pitor: Sweet my strain lives on Grahame: I’ve called in sick i wanna get fucked by them all RIGHT NOW. I notice there is a couple of weeks’ gap now between their conversations Pitor: when ru gonna get tested? Grahame: NO point, I’ve felt like crap for the past 2 weeks with what must be fuck flu but all good now can’t wait to ride your death stick again. Pitor: Great! i've got another friend u’ll like. Hes looking to become poz too. CUM over Tears ran down my face as I read about Grahame’s conversion party and confirmation of his seroconversion and realised from his symptoms that I was almost certainly also seroconverting. When I came to this realization, my cock exploded, shooting the biggest load of my life as my poz cum flew everywhere, giving me a real sense of perverse accomplishment, knowing that I could see this as an all around positive outcome as I could now share my seed and TOP for the first time. Without hesitation I scooted over to my laptop, open the web browser and post a BBRTS advertisement which read “Hung Poz Cock Seeking a Neg chaser".

I had been married for ten years, to an extremely dirty girl. We were swingers, and she loved threesomes and orgies. She was one of those rare girls who not only did anal, bt she loved it and came from it as well. She had few limits, really just two: condoms always, and no guy on guy stuff... We would set up parties every few weeks, and invite people over to fool around. She would usually take some ecstasy, and by 10pm, she would usually be tonsils deep on a guy, with at least one or two more pounding the rest of her. She was famous for her mouth, too, because she adored making guys cum, and hated when they came in the condoms. So the party was going well, there were only 8 people there this time. Two single black guys, who we didn't know, but were each a guest of one of the two couples. Typical BBC fantasy material, and they had been spending their time spit roasting each of the women on their thick long cocks. Neither one of them had cum yet, when it was my wife's turn. The other two couples were bailing, so it was just the four of us... My wife stood up and said she was going to take a quick shower (she was a cum spattered mess), and so I sat and chatted with the two remaining guys. They asked what her limits were, and I told them she was good for all three holes, but condoms for her ass and cunt. At that, the older of the two black guys rolled his eyes and said 'naw man, I want to cum, and I can't cum with a rubber...' I said sorry, but that was the rule. Among other things because she was not on birth control. He tried to persuade me to make her take it bare, and then after a few minutes, he bailed too. My wife was going to be pretty disappointed at missing her airtight seal. My wife gave me a call, and I excused myself, in the bathroom she told me her ecstasy was wearing off, and that she needed a bump. I told her it was already handled. I gave her a capsule I had filled earlier, and told her I wanted to watch Tom (the black guy) fuck it into her asshole on the end of his dick. What I didn't mention was that what was in the cap was actually a mixture of ecstasy and ketamine, calculated to turn her even sluttier than usual while making her (and there is no better way to put this) kind of retarded and zombie like. She grinned wickedly, because booty bumps are her favourite way to get drugged, and nobody but me had ever done this to her before... I left her in the bathroom, and went back t the bedroom where tom was laying back and stroking his huge cock. i joined him and began stroking my own. I'm big, but his was two inches longer and thicker as well. 9" and as thick as my wife's wrist. This was going to be fun... Suddenly tom whispers... 'you like the D, drays?' 'yeah, but my wife doesn't know'. He smiled 'see what happens later then?' That was when my wife came in, dripping from her shower, and sat down between us. She handed Tom the capsule, and said 'drays will tell you what to do with that', and started sucking my cock. She was on all fours her big round milf ass in the air. I know Tom could see her slightly gaped asshole, and her slick cunt lips all hairless and smooth. I groaned a bit at my wife's slut mouth, and said 'It's a booty bump of exstasy, Tom, just slip it inside her asshole, and then push it in further with your cock. It will melt inside her ass and get her high again....' Tom laughed 'you dirty little whore!' and he slipped the capsule into her pink hole. He worked his fingers into her deeper, then took up a lube bottle and a condom. Unrolling the super sized rubber onto himself, he lubed up and positioned himself. 'Beg for it, girl, tell me what you want' I sat up to watch, his huge cock resting against her hole. I knew she had been assfucked by one f the others already, but that modest 6" cock was nothing like this. She looked over her shoulder 'please use your cock to slide those drugs deep inside me.... they're the only way I will be able to take what I know you want to do to me' she moaned a little as he slid a little ways 'please Tom, I hardly ever get black cock, please work that cock into me and make me scream your name' her hips wriggled as she pushed back onto him, moaning about what a nasty whore she was, and how dirty she would be for us. I spread her cheeks apart and said ' yeah Tom, start slow stroking her...rub that shit into her asshole and feel her get fucked up...' It had been five minutes since it first slid in, so it was starting to take effect. She moaned softly as his cock began slow slides in and out. Burying her face in the pillow, she began moving back in time with his thrusts. I watched his look of surprise as she began taking him balls deep 'see Tom? I told you she's a good little whore' I lifted her head up and slid my cock into her mouth, I began to fuck her face, 'Thats a good whore, do you like having two big cocks in each end? She mumbled around my cock 'oh fuck yes, Love it... this E is better than the last stuff!' 'It's new little whore, especially formulated for sluts like you!' 'MMMMm it's so good.... I feel like I could take anything' 'you will, little whore...you will' The full rush was hitting her now, I watched the intelligence in her eyes drain away, replaced by lust and hunger. I began fucking her throat, making her gag a little making her asshole clench down on Tom each time. Tom was also stroking harder, holding at full depth to feel her gags, then pulling out to slap her ass with it, before plunging in again. 'Man this whore can take it, dude, you a lucky man!' I grinned 'yeah, she's a keeper. she could take you sober as well, but then we couldn't do this'. The next time he pulled out, i reached over and wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking it.... 'Zoe?' I asked 'tell him what you want!' 'wann 'im imma cunt!' she slurred around my cock. I smacked his cock against my wife ass. 'why?' 'cuz imma dirty slut!' 'why else' 'cuz it's so big and its full of cum and i want it in me!' Toms eyes went wide, and his cock swelled in my hand He looked at me, and I whispered 'role-play it, it turns the little cumslut on, don't worry she loves the idea of strangers cum in her' 'Beg Tom for his cum, little whore' 'Please Tom, please put your cum in my slutty cunt, please, I want you to breed me, fill me up until I drip, make me your dirty fucking cumslut!' Up to this moment, all of this had been the plan between my wife and I, but I was too horny, too high, and too weak to resist temptation... I went off=plan... Carefully, I unroll the condom from his cock. I look at him. I produce another capsule, pop it in her hole. 'This one is just K, enough to put her out for an hour or so. Push it in, Tom' Grinning, Tom slips that huge club back into her, and starts long stroking my wife. She is going crazy as I talk to her, telling her she's taking raw cock, telling her how long and thick it is. As the K takes hold, and she starts to slip away and pass out, Tom shudders and thrusts deep, filling her asshole with seed. I am quite certain that was the moment my wife was infected with HIV. Tom pulled out of my wife, a dribble of cum followed, and rolled over. I positioned myself, and thrust my cock into her asshole. I fucked her slowly, feeling the novel slickness of another guys cum, something that despite a decade of debauchery, I had never felt. Tom sat up, then stood beside me. I turned my face towards him, his half hard cock was right there... I began to lick and suck it as I fucked my unconscious wife. Cleaning her asshole from it, I could even taste the faint tangs of ketamine and ecstasy on it. I felt as though my cock was stirring his cum inside her, and the thought made me want more... 'Tom, you want her pussy?' 'Hell yeah' He climbed on, and I turned her face sideways, and slipped my ass-covered cock into her mouth. She was barely conscious, but reflexively sucked at me like a baby on a nipple. Was hard as a rock as I watched him enter her cunt, her very fertile cunt... 'She really isn't on the pill, man' 'Good, a little risk makes it fun! Maybe I am going to knock the little bitch up!' I reached ut and played with his hard nipples, the down t slide my fingers into her cum-slick asshole. I could feel his cock plowing her cunt. He groaned and pulled out pulling my mouth onto his cock as he spurted another load, this time into my mouth. I gulped it down eagerly, and lay back as he collected his clothes, dressed, and left. My wife stirred as the K started to wear off, and I began to kiss and fondle her, it was going to be my turn to cum next. K fades fast, and soon enough her bruised cunt was warming up for me, and her mouth was busy suckling my nipples as I thrust into her slick pussy. I told her how she had begged for cum in her ass and cunt, she moaned and told me how good it was to finally get a load inside her after all that teasing. She got sick a month later, when the tests came back I knew exactly what had happened. I told her someone must have been careless with condoms, but I never confessed. I stayed with her, but two years later we divorced. She never pozzed me, I was pozzed later on at the steamworks baths in Vancouver, after someone booty bumped me and I spent an hour in a sling. How karma does win in the end.

Hey I have lurked on these forums for awhile thought I would post for the first time. Has any one else ran into a aggressive top who didn't stop when you told him to. I recently ran into my first after I posted an ad looking to be used on cl. I got more then I bargained for and ended up bent over a couch getting pounded by to hard. when I told him to stop be told me to shut up and take it. I was scared at the time, but I jerk off to it now.

As I'm a submissive tranny I love meeting the aggressive tops. The way they ram into my hole for their own enjoyment. Turns me on so much I spunk in my panties. I give myself to any that wants a kinky tranny impailed on their cock.

I will be headed to NYC for my first Folsom East. OINK Staying Midtown West in a hotel. Any recommendation on piggy spots, bars, etc. I was last in NYC years ago and did get to the Eagle.

I plan on taking more loads than giving them. Any and all kind from lots of sexy daddies!

ohh nice :} i wish someone would suck and edge me for that long :}

I hope your post is real and I'm not wasting my time here, but the faggot nurse in me has to care lol. If you are young and good looking with 8" to spare, your desires may not be as out of reach as you think? Are you a member of FetLife? A ton of people on that site of all stripes. The thing about porn is it can set you up with some unrealistic expectations. Prolly a good idea to back off for awhile and go for real life experiences to give you a reality check. And I ditto getting on PreP. That may be a hot fantasy, but you are trying to decide a lot of different things all at once, I'd knock conversion fantasies off the list, at least for till you are more stable, because that's a permanent decision, you can't take it back if you change your mind about wanting it. Our core person usually wins in an argument with sound reason, so I'd give some allowance and pursue some of the less scaring decisions, that will give you an idea whether reality lines up with your ideas of what you feel you want.

I'd love to get fucked, fisted and breed by both, Lito & rawTOP ... well, indeed the list is longer ?

Exhibitionists are good guys but spying on all other boys & men always is right. Straight or not, eyes were made to see & watch Do yourself a favour & be pervy

Before I got married I think the longest at one time was 4-5 hours

I went to a gear party (jocks/singlets/underwear) this past Friday at a gay dance club. I decided to just wear a mesh black jockstrap, arm sleeves, collar and boots, also pre-lubed my cunt and I looked like a total slut. I had a few drinks and wandered around the club for a little bit showing off my hot poz ass. Then I stopped in the leather shop to buy some poppers and decided to hit the dance floor. While out on the dance floor in my jock, a black guy came up behind me and just started fucking me. Being the slut I am, I bent over and spread my ass open so he could fuck me harder and deeper. With everyone around us watching the action he continued pumping my ass and then said "take my poz load bitch!" I took a deep hit of poppers as he was filling my cunt with his hot poz load! After he finished, a second guy came up and shoved his cock in my cum filled ass. I bent over and spread my ass open again right there on the dance floor. He kept pumping my ass and then he said "I'm cumming" as I took another deep hit of poppers and received a second load in my cunt. Not sure if the second load was poz or neg but I was happy to take it! I heard some guys around us calling me a slut as he pulled out and walked off. It was totally hot getting fucked by two guys right there on the dance floor in front of everyone and hearing them call me a slut! After the dance club closed, I decided to go to the sex club across the street in search of more cock and cum. I ended up getting fucked and filled there by four more poz guys who used me as a cumdump. So this poz slut had a great Friday night with hopefully more to cum!

10. JP "He's a hottie," Jon said, as we walked towards the kitchen. We knew each other well enough that I barely had to reply. "Yeah," I grunted. My cock bounced in time with our strides. It was enough to elicit that a slight hardening of my shaft. "Glad you found him. Glad he came over for the weekend." "Glad we are pozzing him up?" Jon asked. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him checking out my dick. In just a few steps and almost fewer words, it had grown from something soft to full mast, a long, hard erect symbol of my masculinity and power. "Hell yeah," I said. We had reached the kitchen. "Keep the favors for tomorrow?" I asked. "Yeah, I think so." Jon grabbed a vape pen. It was filled with a cannabis cartridge. It would be enough for tonight. He did a long hit, then handed the pen to me. Not until I finished my drag did he exhale a thick cloud. "Damn. This is good. My man. Some pot. Our boy." I exhaled. "And another boy. And no rubbers." Jon nodded. We were silent for a minute, feeling the thick vape hit our blood stream. I thought I heard the bed rocking a bit in the distance, the two boys already hard at work fucking. Jon finally broke the stillness. He stepped over to the counter, and grabbed Seth's gym bag. "Want to get Seth properly prepared for the weekend?" "Hell yeah," I said. "It's in there?" Jon put the bag on the counter and unzipped it. Right at the top of the bag was the familiar white bottle with yellow stripes. "Yeah," Jon said. "Right there." He pulled the bottle out, and opened it. "Seal already broken." "He's making it easy for us," I said. Jon leaned in and kissed me. "Of course he is," Jon said. "He knows what he wants." "Maybe you just know what you want?" I asked. "What we want," Jon said. "What we all want." "Very true," I said. "Take his bag back to the bedroom?" Jon asked. "I need to get something from the study." "Of course," I said, taking the bag from Jon. He had showed me the sugar pills he had ordered a few days ago. They were nearly perfect matches for the blue pills that Seth had gotten just earlier today. The young man would never be able to tell the difference between the two, even if he knew what he was looking for. In addition to the bag, I also grabbed the vape pen. The night was still young, and there was going to be much more play tonight. As Jon went to the study, I went back to the bedroom. I took a quick peek at Cal and Seth; Seth's leg's were resting on Cal's shoulders and Cal's cock was buried deep in Seth's hole. In the bathroom, I put Seth's bag down, and pulled out the bottle of Truvada. I placed it on the counter, waiting for Jon to come back with the placebos. Unlike the bedroom or the post-sunset kitchen, the bathroom was brightly and unforgivingly lit. The harsh light seemed to accentuate every bit of grey hair on my body, from the sparse flecks on my head, to the thick salt and pepper of my goatee, to the rare few in my pubes. It was vain of me, but I stared at my chest in the mirror. In my youth, it was a thick, dark mat of hair. But, in my sixth decade, the grey had started to assert itself. Cal called me his silver-chest; it was supposed to be a term of endearment, but there was that nagging fear of the mortality the grey hair represented. "So fucking hot," Jon said, coming up behind me. He ran his hand through my chest hair, pulling me close to him. His cock nestled in my ass, semi-hard. "So fucking beautiful," he continued. "Thanks," I said. I craned my head back and gave him a long kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, before I pushed it back to explore his mouth with my tongue. "This is nice," I finally said, interrupting out make out session. "But there is a task we must do." "You want to do the honors?" Jon asked. He picked up the bottle from the counter and handed it to me. "How many you think?" I asked. "Eighteen," Jon said. "Same as his age." I stepped to the toilet, opening up the Truvada bottle. Quietly to myself, I began to count one pill at a time out, dropping each one into the toilet. At the same time, Jon was counting out pills from the plastic bag. "One," we began, just loud enough that the other could hear. "Two," we continued, counting slowly and steadily until we reached eighteen. I flushed the toilet. The pills swirled around and then disappeared. It was a signal moment in the events of the weekend; Jon and I had moved beyond a simple pozzing, and were now actually stealthing Seth. Making it even better, there would be no way that he would ever be able to figure out what we had done. I stepped behind Jon and handed him the nearly empty bottle of Truvada. The few pills that remained would make this betrayal even worse for Seth. Far from having a strong shield against the virus, he would have just enough drugs in his bloodstream to produce a drug-resistant strain. He'd go from merely infected to full-blown faster than most. As I stood behind Jon, my bathrobe fell open, and my dick fell out. It was now stiff. I had barely noticed it growing while I was counting out the pills. But it had grown, and was now sticking out and up with a bead of pre-cum nestled at the tip. I nestled my dick against Jon's crack. "Someone is getting turned on," Jon said. "Yeah," I said. Jon's phallus was also erect. "But I'm not the only one." "Your cock feels good," Jon said. He rubbed his ass against me. I thought I could feel the heat from his hole. In the excitement of Seth's hole, I had forgotten about the familiar pleasures of my husband's hole. "Really good." "I got my latest labs back today," I whispered into his ear. "And?" Jon asked. He reached up, and pushed the robe off of him. There was nothing between us any longer. "How's my boo?" "VL's higher. 1.4M." "T-cell?" Jon pushed back against my cock. I could tell he wanted me inside of him. "Lower. 600." "That's..." Jon trailed off. He didn't have to say anything more. "Yeah. Close to full-blown." He pressed against me again, and turned his head to kiss me. We were quiet for a moment, letting our entwined tongues do the speaking. "I love you," he finally said. "I love you too. How do you feel?" "About It?" The virus. The It. It ruled our lives in so many fundamental ways. There was no question that It deserved the god-like honorific of capitalization. "Yeah." "Scared. Nervous. Excited." Even if Jon was scared, his ass had already decided what it wanted. We had shifted position just enough so that my dickhead was pressed up against his hole. "It was bound to happen." "Yeah," I said. "Just not sure it was supposed to be this soon." Jon was pressing back against me, trying to get my cock inside of him. "Need something? "You. Your load. Your toxic, infected, dirty cum," Jon answered. My dick was throbbing. It was hard to deny my man what he wanted so badly. "I know," I said. "There will be plenty of time for that later." I gave him a kiss. "But for now, let's focus on Seth." There was another kiss, this time longer. "Is Cal still off meds?" I asked. Cal and Jon were the ones that kept track of the health of the family. "Yeah," Jon said. "Seth's getting double-barreled." "You know," I replied. "He deserves more. He should be getting triple-barreled." I reached around and grabbed Jon's dick. It was thick and heavy, full of blood and sperm. I could feel the dull throb of the virus, sleeping in a drug-induced coma, but ready to be re-awakened, ready to unleash its deadly anger on an unsuspecting young man. Jon's cock jumped in my hands as he realized what I was telling him. "You think?" Jon asked. "Yeah," I said. I spun him around so that he was facing me. Our cocks knocked against each other, like two steel bars hitting. "You owe this small thing to Seth, don't you?" "All three of us?" Jon asked. "At once?" "Of course." I had been the one who had stopped drugs first in our family. It had been for a project a few months ago, a young go-go dancer we had met online. The boy had been so entranced with the drugs we were providing that I am not sure he ever really noticed that every time Miss Tina came around, the condoms mysteriously disappeared. Cal had been the second one to stop drugs. It was much harder for him. He had been poz for only a few years, and had never stopped his meds before. It had been a fight, but eventually, we had convinced Cal of how important it was to help spread the infection. That night had been a special night for all of us; Cal was crying, terrified of getting sick, even as he was begging me to pump him full of my infected poz cum. A few weeks later, Cal's blood work proved that the meds had left his system, and his virus was once more ascendant. Three weeks after that, another young man tested positive for HIV. It seemed only natural that Jon would join us, especially for a project as important as Seth. "You're the odd one out. Still medicated, unable to reach your full potential." "It seems like the right thing to do," Jon said. "Helping Seth." "Doing it together," I said. "As a family." "You like him," "Yeah," I said. "I do." "I'm glad. We should keep him. You should make him your boy." "You serious?" I asked. "Of course," Jon replied. "You smile when you talk about him. Your dick gets hard when you talk about him." From the other room, there was another moan of pleasure from Seth. "And it seems like he and Cal are getting along just fine." "I want him," I said. "I want to breed him." "Yeah?" Jon asked. "There's something about Seth. I want to to simultaneously take him in my arms and protect him, even while my AIDS cock is nestled deep in his bare hole." "Dripping your high viral load poz cum into his defenseless hole?" Jon was probing me, seeing what triggered me tonight. The idea of my dick inside of Seth was already enough to get me hard. The idea of pozzing him was making me drip. "Yeah," Jon said, staring down at the bead of pre-cum that was forming at the tip of my dick. "Just like that. Dripping into him." "Yeah. I do." I had a moment's guilt, wondering if getting infected was really Seth's desire. But it didn't matter. I had done it so many times. I had done it to Jon. I had done it to Cal. I had done it to too many anonymous, hungry me. Seth was just one more. "I want to breed him. I want him to be mine. "Make him your boy. Make him your infected poz boy," Jon said. "I want you to. Cal will want you to." He reached down and grabbed my cock. "Even if you don't know yet, your cock knows what it wants." "We'll talk more," I said. "But there's something we need to do first." I turned Jon back around, facing the bathroom counter. "It's time to help Seth in this process." Together, we scooped up the pills that Jon had counted out, and put them in Seth's bottle. It took only a few seconds, then we put the cap back on. Jon shook it, making sure the real and fake were mixed up. Each morning Seth took a pill, he had an even chance of taking a harmless, useless placebo. "You going to remind him to take his drugs in the morning?" Jon asked me. "Why?" "That's my man," Jon said. "The man that infected me." "Lost track of how many I have infected," I said. In order to make the numbers balance out, I had to infect two men before I died. I had stopped counting when I did ten times that. I had barely met Jon, and since then, our pace had only picked up. "Seth will be just one more," Jon said. We were briefly interrupted by another loud moan from the bedroom. It was a deep moan, but from a young man. It was clearly Seth, clearly unable to process what Cal was doing to him. "Put him out of his misery, Cal," Jon said. "Give him what he needs." Much more quietly, so that only the two of us could hear, Jon continued. "Give him AIDS." "Right on," I answered Jon, loud enough for the boys to hear in the other room. "Infect him," I said, but this time it was for Jon's ears only. We were quiet for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of our boy fucking another man. "Fucking hot," Jon said. "Yeah," I said. "Listening to our boy breed." "Spreading his seed." There was a visceral grunt from the bedroom. We had both heard it so many times before. It was the sound of Cal reaching orgasm. His seed was shooting out of his cock, right into Seth's pure, innocent hole. "Fill Seth up. Knock him up with your sperm," Jon called out. "Should we join them?" I asked. We had done what needed to be done in the bathroom, and if Cal was like any other horny college boy, he was going to need another dick in him soon. "Sure," Jon said. He carefully hid the bag of fake Truvada in a drawer, before pulling on the bathrobe he had let fall earlier. He didn't bother trying to close the front. He knew it was an exercise in pointlessness; his erection would stick out no matter what. "Who should get him next?" he asked. I didn't bother to answer the question. I grabbed his hand, and together, we walked out to the bedroom. On the bed, Seth was on his back, his legs nearly tucked behind his ears, as Cal's young cock was still buried deep in Seth's hole. "You take care of the boy, boy?" I asked. Seth answered. "Yeah," he said. "He did." He reached down and grabbed his cock. It was painfully stiff; his balls swollen with unreleased cum. "But, when is it my turn?" "Your turn boy? Your turn?" Jon asked. "What makes you think it's your turn?" Jon's cock was bouncing up and down in front of him. Despite all the loads Jon had already injected into Seth, Jon was aching to make another deposit. "Relax," I said. "You can last long enough for a horny teenaged boy to get off. How long will it take?" "Too long," Jon said, but he was laughing. "So, Seth. Who do you want to take your load?" I asked. I didn't know who Seth was going to choose. Worse, I didn't know who I wanted him to choose. Part of me wanted to take his load, but I also wanted to see Jon take it. Even after all these years, there was something intensely arousing about seeing my husband get fucked and taking a load. But that would mean I wouldn't get to feel his hard shaft slide up into my hole. Nor would I get to feel his eager thrusts, pushing himself inevitably to orgasm. I also wanted to see Cal take his load. I wanted to watch the two men revel in the youthful perfection of their bodies, exploiting the pleasure each of them brought the other. "I want to know as well," Cal said. Cal's dick was still in Seth's hole, but that hardly satiated his lust for hard cock fucking him. "Fuck," Seth said, as the full meaning of my question hit him. "I don't want to choose." "But you have to," Jon said. "If I have to," he said, and paused for a moment. He opened his mouth once, but closed it again without saying anything. Then he opened again. "JP," he said. I want to cum in him first." "Me?" I stammered. I had thought through scenarios of Jon, the one who had first planted all these seeds in his head, and also planted the first seed in his hole. Or I had thought of scenarios with Cal, the one who was so close to him in age, attitude, and horniness. But somehow, I had forgotten about anything that involved myself. But yet, it was me who Seth had selected. He had barely hesitated when he had selected me. "Yeah," Jon said. He was smiling at me, happy that I had been choosen. "You." "Well," I said. "If it is my turn, it is my turn." I got on to the bed, and lay down next to Seth. The boy turn to me, and we began to kiss. "Are you ready?" I asked him. "Of course I'm ready," Seth said. I looked down. His cock was sticking straight up with a drop of pre-cum at the tip. "I've been ready." Cal was slowly pulling his cock out from Seth's hole; each ridge and vein made Seth's dick throb with pleasure. "And you?" "Of course," I said. It was hardly the first time I had been fucked. It was hardly the first time I had been fucked this week. Although we had our preferences, my family was a versatile one, ready to lend a dick or a hole as it was needed. I reached down and wrapped my hand around Seth's cock. It was fatter than I expected, harder than I realized. It was good that Jon had been the last man to fuck me. His cock was a bit longer, but not as thick. Anything less, and I would have to take back my assertion of readiness. "Damn, that's bigger than it looks." "You'll take it," Jon said. His tone of voice was the perfect blend of a statement of fact and a command. Of course, I would take it. It was just a matter of how much lube would be needed or how many hits from the brown bottle I would take. "And I'm going to watch." Cal had finally pulled himself out of Seth's hole, and moved to the side. Seth took the opportunity to move himself between my legs. I grabbed my ankles and spread my legs for him, offering up my tight hole for his pleasure. "Fuck, that's what I want to see," Seth said. "Fucking hot man, offering up his hole." "Raw hole," I said. "Never gonna use a rubber again." Seth smiled and poured some lube on his cock. He quickly rubbed it across the full length and girth of his shaft, getting it shiny with the slippery oil. Jon handed me a bottle of poppers. I unscrewed the cap and inhaled greedily. Just as I was switching nostrils, Seth pressed the tip of his dick against my hole. "Gonna go all the way in." "Do it," Cal said. "He can take it." "Of course he can," Seth said. He took the brown bottle from me and held it under his nose. He took a hit and switched nostrils like an old hand. He was going to look so hot smoking a glass pipe. He handed the bottle back to me. "Oh damn," he grunted as the poppers began to take effect. "Fuck," he moaned, as he pressed his dick against my hole. "Fuck," I grunted, as his cockhead pushed into my body. His dick was just as thick as it looked. I had to force myself to relax; at least the weed and poppers made that easy, as Seth's shaft pressed into me. "Oh god," I said, as I tried to accommodate his meaty tool. "You've got this," Seth said. I started into his blue-green eyes, trying not to think about anything other than his cock in my hole. From long experience, it was better to grab the bull by its horns and give myself over to getting fucked than trying to distract myself from what my body was enduring. As I forced myself to accept Seth's tool, it became easier to feel the pleasure in getting fucked. "Oh damn," I grunted. "Your cock." I exhaled, possibly for the first time since I had hit the poppers. The warm waves of pure carnal lust radiated out from my dick and went directly to my ass. I finally relaxed, and Seth's dick slid the rest of the way into me. "Fucking hard cock." "Fucking hot ass," Seth said. He pulled his cock out, just enough to torment me with the idea of no cock at all. "Fucking HOT ASS," he slurred, slamming his dick back into me. He leaned over me, his face only inches from mine. "Hot, hot ass," he said. His breath was warm. "Fucking hard dick," I said. Seth was slowly finding his rhythm. Every time his dick hit a sensitive spot, bolts of pleasure and pain shot through my body. "Oh, damn," Seth moaned as he hit another sensitive spot. "The way your ass milks my dick." He hit another spot, and I clenched down, trying to work through the sudden pain. "Fucking milking me," he repeated. Our faces were barely an inch apart. He was staring at me, his eyes dilated in pleasure. "Fucking hard dick," I finally managed to say, not wanting to ruin the pleasure he was feeling. Every time he hit a sensitive spot, his dick throbbed and some pre-cum leaked out into me. "Hot boy fucking me hard." I grabbed the back of his head, and pulled his lips against mine. Seth needed no additional instructions. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored every part of it. What he lacked in kissing experience he more than made up with enthusiasm. I tried to force my tongue into his mouth, but he pushed it away. "No," he said. "It's my turn now." He pushed his dick back into me. It was a small display of dominance, but the men around me were experienced. They saw it for exactly what it was. "Boy's getting cocky," Cal said. "Fucking hard boy dick," I said. Seth slammed back into me. "Pounding me deep." "Hot damn daddy hole," Seth said, before sticking his tongue back into me. He ran his hand over my chest, running my chest hair through his fingers. "Goddamned hot daddy hole," he repeated himself. Although big, his cock was perfectly shaped and it was easy to get comfortable. I quick got acclimated to the thick shaft of man meat pushing its way deeper into me. "Fucking hot boy cock," I murmured between our kisses. "Fucking pound me." I kissed him again. "Slam it into me, my fucking hot boy." I didn't intend to say that. "Feels so good inside me, my boy." I really didn't intend to double down on it, but I was powerless. I wondered if Seth would even notice it. "Fuck yeah, Daddy." He had noticed. His cock had gotten hard and the pre-cum had gone from a slow drip to a steady stream. "I'm going to cum in you Daddy. Breed that hot butt of yours." "Do it, boy. Cum in me. Breed me good." His cock was slamming in and out of me, eagerly exploring my hole, and loving every sensation of being inside another man. The pre-cum was leaking from him, and it wouldn't take much for his dick to explode. "Cum in me, boy," I said. He pressed his lips against me, and slammed his cock balls-deep into my hole. I reached down and grabbed his muscular butt and pulled him deeper into me. My fingers quickly found his hole, and gently teased him. "Oh fuck, Daddy. I'm cumming," he said. His was barely able to contain his energy, and his whole body began to spasm as his balls started to pump their accumulated load into me. "Come on boy. Do it. Shoot your load into me. Mark me." From the very first spurt, it was obvious that Seth was shooting boy seed. It was watery and weak, capable of only impregnating a woman. It would have no effect against a man like me. But tonight, it didn't matter. What was important was that he had cum inside of me and that we were now fluid bonded. No matter what happened, we would always have that connection. "Oh fuck Daddy," Seth grunted. His hips continued to buck wildly as his balls pumped more and more of his sweet, innocent boy cum into me. "I'm cumming in you." "Come on boy. Breed me." Jon and Cal were kneeling on the bed around the two of us, both of them stroking their hard cocks, Their balls were filled with a real man's semen: thick, potent, powerful, and deadly. I stuck a finger into his hole. "Oh fuck," Seth grunted in response, and his dick throbbed again. Another spurt of his cum landed in my hole. "Feels so fucking good. You playing with my hole. Me cumming in you." "I know, boy. No need for any of this to stop." My own dick was just as hard as Seth's. In one night, Jon, Cal, and I had taken down the armor that Seth had put on. We had taught him how the physical protection denied him the true pleasure of man-on-man fucking, and he no longer needed the shield that the rubbers provided. We had also sabotaged the chemical weapons he had to protect himself. Of course, he would continue to use them, but the placebos would provide no security, and the rare functioning pill would be worse than useless, actively helping to breed resistance in the virus we were gifting you. "No need for it to stop at all," Jon said. Seth and I turn to see him playing with his hard cock. "Ready for another load?"

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Wife went out this morning to get a massage. I hit up A4A immediately knowing i have at least 1 hour to get some cum. There is a very close by married top online this morning but I do not hold out hope for a couple of reasons. Mainly I have messaged this guy over the past 3 years and when it came time to actually meet he would just disappear. But for some reason this morning he finally gave me his address which is literally across the main thorougfare from my place. I messaged him about only giving oral as I was running an errand. However, once I got down on his nice cock my ass started twitching. Now his profile says condom but I knew deep down I was going to get him bare in my ass if I just took iniative. After sucking awhile I just told him how much his cock felt good and I wanted to feel him in my ass and asked if it was cool if I just teased him. Long story short I was soon on all fours with him getting lube out, no condom, and sliding in me. He did not last long and he came really nice. The hottest part was his wife was upstairs and we were in his man cave that she is not allowed in so we had to be quiet. Nothing like hearing a top muffle his moans of pleasure as he is climaxing. Still leaking him now and wife will be home soon, double bonus.

Blackout party last night at a bar, went ready to take some loads. In the back corner saw a hot younger guy getting fucked by an older top with a big dick... we were all making out while they were fucking and the older top pulled out and fucked me instead, planting a huge load in my hole. The younger guy seemed a little disappointed and pulled up his pants, but I grabbed him and kissed him, sliding his pants back down to show his ass to the bar. It wasn't long before he a couple of tops were feeling his hole. We made out and he held on to me while the tops plowed him, giving him two loads.

He is a fucking aging queen. That is about the only way anyone could every describe our host for the evening. Charles,the oldest of the assembled homo hoard, is full of queer BS stories. By that I mean "before Stonewall". We like Ike was a popular saying during the era Charles first learned he liked Dick. (Note to you young guys...Stonewall was a NYC queer bar and kind of ground zero for much of the "out" in the open part of gay rights activism after a riot there in the late '60's got national attention. Ike is Dwight Eisenhower---general and president. Dick is that fleshy shaft that feels so good in your ass). Those of us who know him often use the terms Lady Charles or Lady C in reference to that swishy old fag. No doubt, many of our fem tended brothers have some swish, but Charles damned swish is legendary. Lady C perfected the are of "beauty in all things" long before that became a near stereotype gay attribute. His home, his clothes, his car, his lawn and his business are all near perfect all the time. With the lisp of a Truman Capote wanna be, the good lady is an arch-type old school fag. Several things are great about our senior friend, he is hung like a horse (well maybe a small pony), he has more anal and genital warts than I have ever seen on a man and he LOVE gono. If anyone wants to sample the clap, Charles is usually a good source. Trey was a bit slow in returning to the scene of his presumed POZZING. In fact, I was being to wonder if he was done for the night. Charles was swishing too and fro, fretting about not getting his chance to fuck the kid. I was still hoping to catch a load, but with the black boys spent, Dave in serious lust after Trey and Lady C in a pre-fuck tizzy, Ray and his perverted weird ass fucking pyramid cock was my only hope at the moment. But, shit, all Ray wanted was something to eat and a Mountain Dew. Even though his fucked up pecker was a full staff, he seemed oblivious to the scent of men fucking. My throbbing ass needed a dick bad, but it was not happening. Lady C was on about his third bottle of hand sanitizer when our new grad stumbled back to the bed. Trey laughed a bit as he hollered: "NEXT" and went ass up on the bed. Charles warted up cock was waving proudly as he started rimming his target. I chuckled some as I though about how often that old nelly had sanitized his hands. He had gotten knocked up at the infamous Cheshire Bridge Hotel in Atlanta a decade a go. His longtime boyfriend left him. Since then he has had about every dick or blood shared STD possible, maybe even some he fucking made up. As I mentioned, he liked gono and was always drooling a bit of the nasty pus most of the time. So with very clean hands and a very sick pus-dripping knotted up cock, he was preparing the kids ass for one more POZ cock. Perhaps it is a bit hard to imagine a swishy queen top, but if you can, that was Lady C. How he can swish and fuck at the same time is beyond me, but that is him. The most remarkable about the 6 fuck of the night for Trey is that it was largely unremarkable. Other than the queenly presence in his ass, the fuck was about as vanilla as possible. At times, it was hard to tell if they were fuckign or sleeping. They fucked (sort of) in silence for a bit until the Lady C simply said:, " there it is" and promptly pulled out that gnarly meat and slid off the kid's ass. Hell, with a fuck like that the boy might start liking pussy---'cause that was not a real man fuck at all. But it was POZ cock 6 and an extra measure of gono and herpes thrown in, so the gift was a good one despite being somewhat bland in function. We were all just kind of sitting there wondering what to do next. Six times the kid had taken a POZ load and now what. In a surprise move, Trey "sprang" into action and was trying to woo Dave back into the bed. No doubt, those two were have a great connection and Trey wanted more. He wanted to fuck Dave's fine ass. His cock was pointing at his own chin (damn I remember those days and all that glorious testosterone). We all kind of gave them space and let them fuck as lovers not as part of a POZ party fetish fuck. Just as Trey got his lightly used cock fed into the redheads ass, there was a timid knock on the door. I knew who it was, and I am sure Dave did too, but he was in full bottom mode and enjoying the inexperienced thrusting of his young top. As the perfect host should, Lady C swished to the door and opened it wide. As expected, there stood what might be the world oldest goth dude. Dressed fully in black, black finger nail polish and ghostly white make up, Doug makes for a strange sight. His long hair hangs well below his shoulders. He moves with an easy gait, but more as a spirit than a man. Most of the guys recognized our new visitor and welcomed. Doug is the local "herb man" and is recognized for his superb cultivation of mountain grown weed. But as the night was a substance free event, Doug's other attribute was to be a capstone on the night. He is nearing 70 and has been POZ since he got knocked up in the early '80's. He survived the dark days of the AIDS crisis only after a few brushes with death as he developed full onset AIDS. Later, the new medications restored most of his health and he enjoyed live as a skilled herb peddler and part time metal guitarist. Doug made the decision that when he went on social security, he would go off of the meds. Now he was a unicorn, that mythical, seldom seen holy grail of queer fucking---a full on AIDSBONE. Dave had invited him, but we all knew Doug to be very skittish. It was something of a surprise the man in black showed up. I suppose you may have guessed, I had known Doug a long time. We never fucked until after I converted, but damn, it was hot taking an honest AIDS cock. Knowing his strain dated to the earliest days of what we know as HIV+ infection, it was not only a great fuck, but a emotional cock ride as well. Doug's tool is something more than average, but not much more. He needs the Pfizer Riser blue pill to get to full fuck mode, but it is a nice dick when he does. I have had a dozen or so doses of that precious and rare pecker juice and basked in an AID-induced glow with each one. He is not a real gifted at heart, but Dave convinced him of the importance of this fuck night. I guess I need to add that Doug and Dave are father and son. No, not the fetishized daddy kink of much gay porn, but real honest to goodness father and son. I had gotten fucked by both of them before I really learned of that connection. In so many ways, they are different as any two homos can be. But at heart they both love fag sex and appreciate being POZ. On a couple occasions, I have been spit-roasted by that daddy/boy team and loved getting their family strain in both my fuck holes at the same time. Talk around the queer community is that Doug POZZED his own kid on the son's 18th birthday. I knew that they had fucked a lot and for many, many years so I expected it could be true. When I asked Doug about it, all I got was a bright twinkle in those sunken eyes. His wasting condition makes his face drawn and gaunt, but his eyes lit up when I asked. Perhaps that is why Dave was successful in getting his old man show up and fuck Trey. Lady C ushered Doug into the fuck room with all the embellishment he could muster. I though it might be a bit awkward a Trey was still trying to bust a nut in Doug's cute son. Doug never hesitated, he just came in and stripped, ready to fuck. The effect of the Viagra was apparent, as that old AIDBONE was a rigid as the cock pumping his kid's ass. Dave looked over at his Papa and said, "hey Pops, glad you could cum, Trey is the guy fucking me, he will be done in a minute.". A few minutes of PORN inspired thrusting and contorted motions later, Trey let out a war whoop and cream pied that beautiful ass. Doug was a bit slow and deliberate. He asked Trey if he really wanted that joyful juice that only an AIDBONE can provide. Doug talked some about the generations of queers, past present and future who were all united by that creamy delight. He mentioned how Trey had been filled with a fresh strain (mine, I am just 6 months POZ) and now would be filled with a strain from the near beginning of the disease as we know it. Doug described it as the ALPHA and OMEGA, the beginning and the end of the adventure of being a knocked up homo. He continued on that note describing to Trey that this night was Trey's own alpha experience, the night the bug would invade and attack his immune system. And, as Trey progressed into full on AIDS, he too would have his OMEGA moment, his beginning and end connected by the cum rammed deep this very night. Trey (and the rest of us) were so horned up by that short speech, it is a wonder we did not have a synchronized group orgasm. No more words were spoken as Trey rolled onto his back once more and thrush his legs towards the ceiling. With the polished moves of an experienced and skilled top man, Doug mounted the beginner and split his cum filled ass with the kid's first AIDSBONE. They enthusiastic fucked for a half hour. Doug's skill at using leverage and position helped him fuck like a man one third his age. Trey squealed and groaned in pleasure and that death stick massaged his prostrate. All too soon, Doug erupted in ecstasy and another load was capture in the pooched out honey hole of a young queer. They remained couple for a bit, as if to make sure each and every copy of the AIDS virus drained from Doug's balls into that boy-cunt. Trey seemed serous as he said, "fuck, if I was not POZ already, that fuck knocked me up". He will never know which cock did him, if any, but he had the experience of a lifetime....and still has a lifetime of wild fucking ahead of him. Lady C had the last honor of the evening. We had purchased a huge butt plug for the occasion. It is glass and near the size of a coffee cup. I have one like it and it takes me significant effort to get it into place. But this night, Charles was to drive that glass punisher into Trey's cum filled ass. We wanted him to have the experience of enjoying all that cum, all that sperm and all those copies of our various strains of the bug, for as long as possible. After a few too many hugs, kisses and best wishes, Trey was off into the early morning darkness. His odd gait announcing the prolonged fucking he had just endured. Everyone of us has done that skank walk as only a cum filled fag can. Now Trey, was officially one of us.

It was the next semester. I had been teaching for a few weeks and needed a break from the tech heavy routine my classes had resumed. I met Marty out for Sunday Funday over President's Day weekend. We met in the mid afternoon at that same bar in Chelsea. Marty's "A List" friends were there again. I assumed the position of attentive Brooklynite listening to the wisdom of Manhattan gays. I'm not sure why I did this except it definitely made all these guys like me. Marty's friend who had fucked me in the bathhouse was there. He introduced me to his boyfriend from LA. I was a little surprised but didn't say anything since I wasn't drunk yet. When the boyfriend went to the bathroom, Marty's friend asked me not to say anything. I said I wouldn't, but it was sad not to get his load again. He blushed and laughed. He said, "I don't normally do that. I was really drunk. And, honestly, you have an incredible ass. Are you wearing a jockstrap again?" I thanked him and said I was. He smiled and sighed knowingly. LA boyfriend returned and we all melded back into the larger gaggle of gays. I was about four drinks into the afternoon/evening when I heard Marty say, "Oh fuck! It's Connor." I looked up into his face and Marty later told me that my face read, "Fucking hell? Really? You couldn't have warned me? OMG! Oh, I'm going to be ill," all at once. Connor and another guy, who looked like an Aryan poster boy, joined the gaggle. Turns out this guy is an attorney and he and Connor have been dating for awhile. They'd been seeing each other since the NYE party when I last saw Connor. Ugh. I was so over it. It was my turn to buy a round (otherwise I would have left) and I stepped up to the bar to get drinks. Connor stepped over to me. He asked how I was doing. I just kind of stared at him. I am not sure I want this "friendship." He told me that he was really happy with the new guy. He asked if I was dating anyone. I said no. His face showed concern as he said, "I'm really sorry about last time we saw each other. I didn't know what to do or how to act. At the time, you were still the only guy I'd ever loved. It hurt to see you. I am sorry." At this point I can't decide whether to scream or cry. I mumble, "I'm sorry too." Connor said, "It took me years to get over our relationship. I've forgiven you for everything. I really do hope you are alright." I have no idea how I got our drink order into the bartender, signed my credit card receipt, and started to give the drinks to the other guys. Connor was helping me. I guess I'd bought a drink for him and his new man. It was hazy. My stomach and my heart and my brain were all a jumble. It was like my brain was in my gut feeling everything; my stomach was in my heart trying to poorly manage my circulatory system, and my heart was in my head desperately trying not to feel anything and keep the body moving. I turned to Connor and said, "It was good to see you. I'm glad you are well." We resumed engaging with the gaggle. I don't actually remember leaving the bar. I spent that night getting bred at the bathhouse. I made time every night that week to have sex. And then the week after that and the week after that. I went back to apartment where I'd gotten fucked on NYE and spent a whole weekend getting fucked and bred by my host and his friends. I craved the attention from guys - it didn't matter who the guy was; just that he wanted me. Wanting my ass was enough. I wasn't happy unless I had cock and cum in me. It was during this time that I became a regular at the bathhouses. I loved running into guys I knew or kind of knew or knew of while I was there. It was a slight thrill to get fucked by them or watch them having sex. What I didn't know is that I was beginning to get a reputation among Marty's friends as being a bareback slut. Not someone in the A List and definitely not someone to be seen with in public. No matter how many of them had fucked me or how many times they had fucked me; the group-think was coalescing around the idea that I was a "bareback slut" and shouldn't be invited around anymore. I didn't know how Marty was sliding away from me, and taking Rachel with him, because I was too busy getting fucked. What I needed, they couldn't provide. I noticed something was up one night around the spring break period. Marty wasn't returning my calls or texts. I went out the bathhouse that night and ran into a couple of Marty's friends. They said hi but then they walked off. Not unusual bathhouse behavior, but these were chatty guys. I let it go and wandered around. There were a few guys I recognized who had previously fucked me and I got a cock in me within a few minutes of being there. I took the guy's load and kept cruising. One of my favorite bathhouse encounters happened that night. I was walking the halls, cruising around, looking in open doors, and generally making myself available. I stopped at an open door where this really built guy - bulky, football player build was getting railed by a black guy who I knew had a humongous cock. The bottom is totally riding back on the guy's cock. He is taking every thrust and matching it with the rhythm of his ass. The black guy stops fucking him and says, "Fuck yourself on my cock bitch." The bottom looks back at his top and says, "Yes sir." He sees me. I see him. It's Jason - the high school quarterback who I caught fucking my first boyfriend Eli. The memory floods back of seeing him pound Eli in Eli's bed. I can't believe it but I start getting hard thinking about it. Making eye contact with Jason, I realize that his eyes are glazed over. He's on drugs. Not sure what, but he is still lucid enough to fuck himself and recognize me at the same time. I walk up to him and put my rapidly growing cock at his lips. He starts sucking my cock. The top now takes back over fucking Jason because Jason can't both fuck himself and suck cock at the same time. The top pounds Jason and I can feel how much Jason loves taking the cock because his mouth constricts when the top bottoms out. It's as though he is silently moaning for my cock and opening his throat at the same time to let my cock in farther. In that moment, if Jason could've opened himself wide enough at both ends; I think he would have loved the top's cock and my cock to touch in the middle of his body. I was a slutty bottom, but Jason had me beat. At least I think he did. Jason's desire to suck cock was getting me very close. I said I was cumming and Jason sucked like a hoover to get all my cum. He swallowed it all. I pulled out of his mouth and leaned against the wall. It took another five minutes for the top to unload in Jason's ass. He made Jason beg for his cum. It was so hot to watch Jason beg like a whore. The top unloaded in Jason and pulled out. He slapped Jason on the ass and said he was a great fuck. The top left and Jason closed the door. We looked at each other and laughed. Here he was, the high school quarterback, the top jock, the top who broke up my relationship with Eli, the guy who got to fuck Eli when Eli wouldn't let me fuck him and he was getting bred like a bitch in a bathhouse. Jason and I relaxed on the bed for a bit. He was coming down off his high and was pretty lucid. He told me about getting fucked into submission by his fraternity brothers during college. Honestly, it kind of sounded like a porn movie. He'd been a total top until he moved into the fraternity house his sophomore year of college and then his roommate fucked him one night four times. His roommate then told the other guys that Jason was a cockhound and he was getting fucked so much he almost failed out of school the first semester sophomore year. He got his academic shit together by the second semester and was a wall street trader now. He said, "They made me love taking cock. And I still love it." He asked about me and I told him. He was glad I wasn't judging him about getting fucked bareback. I said, "Judge you. I fucking loved watching that top fuck your jock ass." Jason asked if I wanted to go to a party with him that night.....................

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.

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.

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.

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.

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It's been awhile but I decided to get back to writing. I'll be releasing a four part story called Dorm Life in the Bug Chasing forum very soon. The first three parts are complete. Part 4 should be done in the next two weeks. It's been fun to write and I hope you'll love it.

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

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

So, a LONG Time ago, I mentioned I was doing a Re-write of the story. Finally got around to posting the first part of it, Curious what everyone thinks of it vs the original.. Posting it in two parts because of Size. ********************************************************* The AIDS Clinic… Adam had been there several times before but back then he found the place intoxicating even though he knew it should frighten him…. The smell of death pervades the hospice and in the beginning, before he realized his calling, Adam found it was hard watching his grandpa waste away. Adam’s grandpa used to be such a vital and fit man who lived life and over the years Adam watched what used to be a huge strong man rotting from within. Over the years however, as Adam went from becoming a boy to a man, and his own sexual hunger began to awaken, slowly his views began to change. The one day, he found a website, a breeding website that changed his views forever and after that he realized he had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease or it’s advantages… Now when he visits his Grandpa, he no longer sees a thin gaunt man, but a Lean tight body. The most notably difference is that his Grandfather seems happier than ever, even if he is dying, and one day Adam finds out why. His mother had been after him to get a job for the summer for quite some time, and Adam had hit upon the idea of Volunteering at the Hospice. His mother, a Very devout women had been against it, saying volunteering wasn’t a “real” summer job and, she thought the place would be a bad influence on him… If only she knew… Eventually she had given in and Adam, after signing the paper work to become a Volunteer, began a new life working at the AIDS Clinic. And so He caught the bus out to the hospice. Its located just outside the city and is run by Jerry. He's a nice man in his 20's and works here with his partner, Trevor, who is also in his 20's. They oversee the hospice and there are currently 17 men who stay here. All have AIDS Shortly after arriving he ran into Jerry, at his usually place behind the Front office desk. Adam listens as he hears that his grandfather has been eager to see him again and talks about his grandson constantly. Telling all his friends here what a fine and good-looking boy he is. Adam blushes at the words. As Jerry looks him up and down and tells him it’s the truth and the compliment is all his. Jerry simply smiles and tells Adam it’s been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in this place and through the conversation reveals that he and his partner Trevor are also infected. For a moment Adam looks back at him incredulously but cant deny his dick is bulging in his shorts at the very thought. Jerry offers Adam a chair and they sit and have a conversation. He tells Adam how he got pozzed several years ago. That he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he decided to stop using them. The rest as they say was history. He asked about his partner and he says he infected Trevor too. He ask all sorts of questions and cant deny that while they talk Adams’ cock feels like its gonna shoot. It’s all too much. Jerry tells Adam that infecting Trevor didn't have any repercussions. That his boyfriend wanted it. Being young and sexually active, he figured it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so why not get it from someone he loved? He looks back and tell him that it made sense. After some time, Jerry comments to Adam that He seem very interested in raw sex and begins asking questions himself. "Well I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the net and chatting to Poz guys around the world." Adam says, noting a strange smile crossing Jerrys face. Jerry asks Adam what his reaction has been and he tells him that though it freaks him out He cant stop thinking about it and that his best orgasms are when he jacks off fantasies thinking about some guy fucking his hole raw and infecting his teenage body. Jerry simply smiles. “Fuck yeah it does, You may not admit it yet, but in a way, you already caught the ‘bug’” he says and squeezes Adams cock which to his shock, is Rock hard at the poz talk. He looks back at Jerry and he laughs because he’s bright red. “Don’t be embaressed about, it’s totally natural. I mean, how much more nature can you get with Raw Bareback fucking? It is the ultimate sex you see, theres no going back once you feel it. And don’t worry Adam, when your ready.. Im sure you make the “Right” choice about it getting AIDS. Adam considers telling him the reason for his visit today but decide to hold off, as he’s worried about how Jerry might react. Then after some more conversation, in which Jerry tells him about some of his hottest bareback encounters, Jerry tells him he must be anxious to see his Grandfather. Adam blushes for a moment and nods. And with that he leads Adam to the door of his Poz Grandfathers room. Its time to visit. "Grandpa?" Adam stood at the door knocking. He listens for a few minutes but doesn’t hear a reply. Twisting the handle of the door, He enters slowly and peers in. Empty. His Grandfather, Nathan, isn't here. Deciding to go in anyway, He makes himself comfortable on his bed and as He looks at the table nearby He see its littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. There are pictures of young guys being fucked raw by older men. Some of them are old enough to be as old as Nathan. He flicks through the pages and feels his cock bulging again and seeing the poppers decide to unscrew the lid of one and take several deep sniffs. "Oh fuck... " The sensation is overwhelming and as He feels his heartbeat quicken He feels the rush overcome his senses and He begins feeling the need for cock and start salivating while looking at the photos. It’s too much. He needs to beat his cock. He pulls off his shorts and sits there on his Grandpa’s bed jacking his teenage cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat! He spits on his fingers and works some saliva into his neg hole and starts jacking his cock more. It feels great and He longs to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking older man cock in his ass and throat. Being a whore for men. He got up on the bed and bent over to work a finger into his ass. Doing so, He accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and reach down to pick it up, he notices a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. His heart begins to pound as he realizes Nathan his Grandfather must have used it! Seeing as how Nathan isn't here He decides that He has the next best thing and quickly take another few hits from the poppers and greedily wrap his lips around the plastic dick and coats the vibrator with his tongue. Lapping the salty tasting juices off it and taking it down his throat and getting it nice and sticky with his teenage spit all he can think about is that his Grandpa’s Poz seed might be on it. He then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more he works it slowly into his neg hole. Feeling it push at his virgin ass and thrust inside his cherry. God it feels good. He thrusts the vibrator slowly inside and moans as he feels his ass twitching in response to the penetration and longs to feel a real cock in his ass. God He can’t believe he’s doing this. “Here I am on his Grandpa’s bed and fucking myself with his vibrator! And it might have Poz seed on it! I could already have the virus in me!” The thought seem to make him shudder and Adams’ ass slowly opens up and adjusts to the fucking of it back and forth He doesn't care about the risk. He needs this. He wants this. And as He thrusts the vibrator in harder He takes another few deep sniffs from the bottle of poppers and starts fucking himself harder and hard until it happens. He feels his balls tense and as He feels his ass suck in the vibrator a little bit more his balls draw up and his body spasms as He spray drenches the bed sheets with his teenage cum. Feeling his load spray out of his cock which is twitching badly and shooting load after load of teenage seed over the bedsheets. Drenching the bed in his healthy negative load. A neg load spraying over a Poz man's bed, it makes Adam shiver. After cleaning up a little and pulling his shorts back on, He decide to look around the room further and come across a photo album. Its filled with hundreds of photos. Some of his Grandfather when he was a boy of his age and even more surprisingly, of photos of his Grandpa having sex with guys of all ages. Adam flicks through and examines each photo carefully and beside some photos are a few captions. He note that many of the photos of his Grandpa having sex with young guys are marked "this one bred" "he didn't want it but soon changed his mind after giving him a glass of Christina." Adam finds himself realizing what he is looking at. This album is a virtual treasure trove of his grandfather’s exploits and after settling back on the bed He flicks through the pages and feel himself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one teenage boy being fucked He cant help but feel the need to beat off and think about how hot it is looking at pictures of his Grandpa fucking his Poz cock into the various boys. One suddenily catches his eye and he reads it: “Younger Virgin Asian kid, Making him my Poz bitch at Chinese New Years.” Man. Talk about a trip... and then it dawns on him... his Grandfather is a breeder!. The realization is enough to make Adam wanna shoot but He somehow hold off and keep looking at the photos while his dick leaks cum over his stomach. As He sits there looking at the photos He can’t believe what he is seeing and it feels like the room is crashing in. Adam wanting to be bred. Being at a hospice filled with men with AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuckrags and bottles of poppers in his Grandfathers room. And just where is he? Shouldn't he be here? He thought he was given that Jerry led Adam here but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then He see the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God boy its good to see you!" They hug and He feels a bit embarrassed that i'am still hard and hope he doesn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. II've missed you... " and with that he notices the open photo album on the bed and comments that He seem to have discovered some of his dirty secrets. "Yeah. I-I didn't mean to pry. Its just that once I-I started looking at them iI couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations boy. Its obvious you liked what you see judging from that nice cock of yours that you're packing there." Adam just stands there blushing and imagine the bright crimson shade he is turning. Adam’s Grandpa, Nathan, just laughs and hugs Adam again and pats his crotch. He invites Adam to sit on the bed. Nathan and He talk man to boy. Knowing that He already uncovered some of his 'secrets' it makes the conversation flow and is like a breaking of the ice between them. Adam comes to tell him of his reasons behind wanting to visit and Nathan expresses some surprise that he is thinking of converting. He isn't shocked that He wants to be bred. He understands that all too well. He knows what a fucking turn on it is to take Poz cum... And to give it. Adam asks him what it was like for him to shoot his Poz cum into all those boys He saw pictures of and he tells Adwas het was fantastic. Shooting Poz cum into a neg body. Knowing that once his cock was inside their ass raw that it would be up to him whether he fills their body with Poz seed. "It's the best fucking think in the world son. You can't describe it, you can only experience it. You don't even know how good it feels to get Raw Fucked yet. Well, When you do, getting fucked with a Raw AIDS Dick ends up being 10,000 times better. Sure some of them didn't want it. But that just made me want to give it to them all the more. Once you get that first injection, you'll be changed forever" Adam shivered at how, natural, his Grandfather makes it sound. "But how did you get it? I mean, How did you Convert? Nathan gives a hearty laugh and slaps Adam on the back "Back in my boy, we fucked morning noon and night, didn't mater who it was or how old. Your dick was for fucking and your ass was for getting fucked. I'll never know who gave it to me, only that it happened." Adam gives a weak laugh and He can't help admiring him in some ways. Infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happens. Just looking out for himself sounds like paradise. Nathan then looks at Adam affectionately and tells him how wholesome he looks ,and tells Adam it's been a long time since he saw such a hot healthy boy here in the hospice. "What's it like here Grand-dad? I mean, everyone is so sick and has AIDS, isn't it depressing?" Nathan just laughs again and stretches out, showing of slim but surprisingly powerful arms. “Boy, this is a place full of guys with AIDS, who are all fucking horny as hell and need to get off! What do you think it is like? We fuck each other constantly here! Swapping loads, recharging each other and pumping each other full of our Diseases every chance we get! And your not the first Grandson, or son, or Family that drops by here… We’ll have someone like you come by every so often.. Someone who feels the Calling of the Bug in them and comes here seeking to get it. Well fuck when that happens we usually have a fucking big Orgy as all the old Poz Daddies here, and Grand Daddies come out to welcome that kid into the fold!” Adam can feel himself getting hard all over again, he never imagined it would be anything like this and he tells Nathan that He has had fantasies of men fucking his neg ass raw for many years but it was only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the net that He was finally able to verbally express what He wanted. That when He saw the pictures and stories on the net it would make Adam sick but it would cause a dual reaction. He'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous but his’ cock would be bulging in his jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. That sometimes during class he'd have to excuse myself cause he'd be looking at his hairy teacher in maths and thinking about him creaming in his young hole. Fucking Adam up and dominating his body. That he’d walk around campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take their load, and he’d start jacking thinking about some older men with AIDS fucking their Poz cocks into Adams’ neg hole and changing his status. Pumping their seed deep into his body and converting Adam whether He wanted it or not… Nathan smiles lovingly and tells Adam that its hot that He have had those thoughts but asks for specific experiences and He looks back at him and blush and tell him that when it comes to actual encounters, he’s rather lacking in those and that beyond sucking a few and having them come on his face and chest that he doesn't really have anything to offer. Nathan just laughs and says that's nonsense. “Listen boy, your Young good looking and a Virgin for christs sake! You could get ANY stud here, fuck ANYwhere to stand in line for the chance to fuck that sweet negative hole of yours! But you need a guide boy, it’s a fucking dangerous place out there and you’ll want a Coach.” He says as Adam looks up, he clearly still seems freaked out and scared, btu gives a healf hearted chuckle. “You mean more dangerous than getting AIDS Pops?” Nathan says nothing for a while, than smiles. “You’ll find out it is so much more than what you think it is boy, and of course Adam. I'll help you boy! My Grandson/" And leers at Adam rather wickedly. "Okay its time for your training to begin Adam." Nathan looks back and he tells Adam to follow him out to the patio. "There's a few people I want you to meet." He’s led out to the back and finds a group of older men sunning themselves. Some are wearing stained jocks while others are fully nude. He notices one man smiling back at him. A huge older black man who looks to be in his 40's and He cant help but stare at his body and bulging 9 inch black snake hanging between his legs. Despite knowing this huge man must also have AIDS, his body look perfectly fit, big beefy muscles glisten everywhere. Following his gaze, Nathan whispers into Adam’s ear "that's Frank, he’s been here from the start and helps run the place, fit as an Ox and just as hung." Nathan says chuckling as he introduces Adam to others of the group. There are over a dozen men present, some have gone out for the day with Trevor and all are very friendly, often a bit overly so as he is occasionally felt up passing by the older members. And they are older; all but one is old enough to be his father or, grandfather. One guy however he sees is in his 20's. Turns out he was there just to get an HIV test, next to the younger hottie however is an older bear who has a gaunt wasted look to him. Once again Nathan watches him and leans over. “The big thin guy is Brock, he’s in here a lot with naive bottoms he fucked no doubt who got worried about the virus. Brock has a powerful strain. Got infected when he was 27 and after fucking around for a number of years, found he was getting sicker by the day and vowed to pass on his Bug to as many young holes as possible.” Adam’s Granddad whispered. Something about that made Adam’s hole twitch, He looks over the older guy and though wasting, he still has a hot rugged look about him, though the virus is obviously ravaging his face and body. He notices Adam and Nathan and soon heads over. “Hey Nathan this your grandkid your always talking about?” “Yeah this is the one, hear showing him the ‘Family Business’” Brock grinned and gave Nathan a lear. “Oh you think he is ready for that?” “Ask him yourself Brock” Nathan says, as he pushes his kid forward. Adam looks around, clearly embarrassed as Brock tells Adam that if He want it, he can help Adam out, and that it will help Adam get over being so nervous. "Um, thanks... but no thanks. I’m ok really” Adam says, afraid and aroused all at once, but he keeps chatting, a part of him curious to hear stories from Brock. As they chat, He notices Frank looking on appreciatively and see him sliding his fingers over his enormously long and thick uncut black cock, which has a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He winks at Adam and He quickly turn away embarrassed. Nathan looking on laughs and tells Adam to make myself comfortable. That he needs to go out for a while and will be back soon. “Just relax Grandson, relax and don’t worry, all my friends will take good care of you” He says, giving Frank a wink from behind Adam and wanders off. Adam feels a bit edgy with Nathan's departure but the men are all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them seem to be sizing Adam up pretty quickly and He see Frank sliding his hands up and down his ever-growing uncut black cock while looking over. He continues to look at Frank and cant help imagining the different ways to enjoy his cock. It’s just so big and fat, and the foreskin hanging over it is dripping precum. Adam was cut as a kid by his mom, and foreskin always turned him on. Looking at the shaft all he could think now was to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running his tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at the huge balls and letting him push Adam around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appeals to Adam enormously given that He have been limited to just a few encounters... and never an interracial encounter. And he knows Frank feels the same way. He can see it in his eyes. He'd loved to fuck his big cock into Adam and give Adam his Diseased DNA. Fuck, He bet he's Pozzed dozens of young holes in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big black cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts running through Adam’s head can't help but make the boy horny and He quickly excuse himself, asking where the toilet is. He needs some relief fast and needs to piss and beat off. Adam hurries to the toilet and shuts the door. Inside He notices some fuckrags on the floor and a bottle of poppers half empty. He takes a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoys the sensation. Of course He had read about them off the net but up to today He hadn't tried them. Its one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant He guesses. Guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body. Of course, He’d never let that happen to him he thinks quickly before inhaling another huge hit of the Poppers. He sits on the toilet stroking his cock and looking through the magazines and takes another hit from the little brown bottle. He doesn’t even think why there’s an open bottle in the toilet, all he can think about now was how horny he was and he wished his Grandpa was here right now. He could really use some of his cock. Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Adam doesn't say anything and continues beating off until he hears another knock. He tells whoever it is that the toilet is occupied and he’ll just be a few minutes. There is a laugh from outside and the door opens anyway. Standing in the doorway is Frank with his huge cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh I think you'll be in here for some time Adam" and with that he pushes himself inside the toilet. Adam stares back dumbly at Frank; he tells him that He was just sitting here minding his own business. Frank just laughs, “Oh really boy? So is that why Your dick is out and I can see you beating that boycock of yours off to those dirty fuckrags while getting loaded up on poppers?” He tells him as he slides a hand along Adam’s crotch. "Just figured that you could use some company." He tells him that he doesn’t think that's such a good idea and he gives Adam an ultimatum. "Tell me that while high on poppers boy!" He tells him that he doesn’t have to do anything but he says that if he doesn’t do what he says he will simply rape Adams’ ass and take what he will have anyway. Adam looks back at him and knows he means business, so He does what he says. He unscrew the lid of the brown bottle and take a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to" he takes three hits under each nostril and trying to remain steady on his feet look back at Frank but can't think of anything important to say. He just look at him and feel saliva forming on his lips and tongue and realize he’s beginning to drool. Frank just looks back at Adam and tells Adam to sit on the seat and get his face in there and feed. He obeyed. Everything seems to be moving so fast and slowly at the same time. That it's not really happening. That he’s not sitting here on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his Poz cock. Sucking it for all he’s worth. Running his tongue and lips over it and letting him fuck the end of it down his throat. God the sensation is overwhelming. Unlike before, he’s not imagining it anymore. He’s actually doing it – having sex with a Poz man! Frank continues fucking his cock in and out of Adam’s stretched mouth. The boys’ lips feel like they are cracking at the sides as He struggle to deep throat the fucker. It goes like this for some time till Frank says he is going to fuck all of his 9 inches down his throat and tells Adam to tell him when he’s ready. He’s psyched for the challenge but realizes he needs more help so unscrews the poppers again and takes several sniffs under each nostril and then looks up and him and he asks me "Ready boy?" He looks back at him and nod but he hits Adwas hen the face and grabs a fistful of his hair and tells Adam to tell him he’s fucking ready. Not to just fucking nod! "I-I’m ready... sir!" He grabs the cock and puts it into his mouth tells Adam to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to him. So He sits on the seat beating Adams’ cock while looking up at him and he tells Adam to just put his lips on the end of it and to tell him when he’s ready. He feels a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help Adam loosen up and put his lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "he’s ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at Adam and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy Adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through his lips and Adam struggles as it quickly fills his throat and He began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" he takes his advice and slowly feel his throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in his throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like He has been doing it all his life. The sensations are incredible. He greedily thrust his lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have his lips, tongue and the rest of his face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking his face. After what seems an eternity, Frank tells Admas he's ready and tells Adam to bend over. He doesn't object. He wants cock in his ass now. He feels Frank kneeling behind him and pressing his tongue into the boys quivering hole and greasing Adam up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over Adams’ neg hole and into his ass its too much and he feels like he’s gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells Adam to stop beating his cock and to just fuck Adams’ ass on his face and He does so. Fucking his neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into his body? Frank stands back up and tells Adam to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck the boys neg hole good and rough. And then it happens; He feels Frank pushing his Poz cock up into his ass and realizes that suddenly this isn’t fantasy any more. His mind races, wondering how he had convinced himself that this wouldn’t happen, and yet hear he is. Now becoming like just another one of the boys that that guy Zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and Adam feels his cock stiffen further as he feels his ass swallowing up the huge black pozcock , its diseased flesh thrusting ever upward, hungry to plant it’s toxic seed up in his receptive boyhole. Adam’s mind races and doesn't know what to think. Just a few days ago he was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here he is living his own story and being fucked by a Poz cock at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to Adam now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in Adams’ ass and giving his body to Frank and as He feels him wrap his huge arms around Adam and pull the boy backward, he hears him say to Adam that he's gonna Poz Adam up. And just then as He hear the words his mind at last seems to sober up and he start to struggle. He doesn't want this man's load. He want his Nathan's!!! He was the whole reason He came to the hospice in the first place. But now he’s a mess of confusion. God He doesn't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Does He care who Pozzes his neg hole? He just don't know... As He feels Frank thrusting his big black cock in, a cock full of AIDS cum, all he can think of is his Nathan, and can't help but wish it was his toxic pozcock now fucking his Neg hole. That was the whole reason behind his visit to the hospice – to get bred by his Grandpa. Still, as He feels Frank rutting away in his neg hole and filling it with his preecum and getting ready to seed, he can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. He’s no longer just jacking Adams’ cock thinking about some guy pummeling Adams’ neg hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than He could have imagined. Feeling Adams’ ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside his neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz Adwas hef he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that his health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for Adam and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill him! As if sensing his mind being corrupted, Frank begins to grunt. “Yeah boy that’s it… take that big raw dick of Death, going to fucking charge that hole. Going to Change you from a healthy little neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore.” "Oh fuck... " he feels Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against his prostate and his body is racked with pleasures, the likes He have never known. " “Yeah boy, you’re not my first, and you won’t be my last, I knew this day was coming, and now beg for it! Beg to be fucked to death!” Frank grunts as he rams in, hilting his dripping diseased dick into the young flesh. “Oh god... " Adam begins thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as He takes another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear Adams’ neg hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. He want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of Adams’ ass and tells him he's gonna charge Adams’ neg hole. Really fucking give it to him. That he’s just a pussyboy asking for it and with that He feels his cock get hotter in Adams’ ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure he was feeling, but he could have sworn that his cock felt hotter in his ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells Adam he is about to cum and then He feels like a loaded gun is going off inside his neg ass and he feels all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside his body. Drenching his insides and coating Adams’ ass walls with his diseased toxic fuck slop. "That’s it boy.. Fffffuck Yeeaahhh I’m in you now, fucking seed planted deep. Just relax, ain’t no backing out now." Frank says as he holds onto Adam and slams his cock back and forth. Much more cum sprays out of his piss-slit and splatters onto the receptive torn walls of Adams ass. The orgasm just seems to go on and on a never-ending eruption of AIDS cum, Adams’ neg hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside The whole time, Adam just stands there succumbing to the sheer mindless pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more, and then He thinks of his Grandpa Nathan. He had thought he would be the first man to fuck his ass with poz cock, but he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into Adams’ polluted ass and slowly slides his thick cock out with a wet slimy plop. “You just had your first injection of good strong demon poz seed boy. Your hooked now, I know it. Once the craving gets too strong, just come back and visit me again.” Frank says, though Adam doesn't reply. In fact, He feels like nothing is really registering. He realizes that he’s in shock; he then hears the door close behind Frank and knowing he is finally alone, crumples to the floor. Adam’s mind is on fire with fear and panic. He’s taken Poz cum in his ass. Been fucked. Raped. And didn't even ask for it. And yet, he didn't really put up much of a struggle did he… The poppers clouded his judgment and now he has a Poz load saturating his insides like all those boys online. But this is real. It's not some story. This is his life and its really happening. So He just sits there on the toilet for several minutes collecting his thoughts and then, standing up, notices the pain in his ass. Frank's cock was so big. Never in his wildest dreams did He think his first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now He has to deal with it.

Chapter III Our game of strip poker had each of us down to just a pair of jeans on when Steve suggested making the game last a little longer by givine the loser of each hand the option of taking off their jeans and ending the game or taking penalty instead to make the game go on some more. I wasn't really all that tired yet so I agreed and asked what penalties and he said whatever came to mind from the winner. He also said that if we started that we both had to agree to do whatever the penalty was from the winner or we might just as well go to bed. I again asked what kind of penalties we were talking about and he said from mild to the wildest possible to make it really interesting. I could not think of much that could be done here in a motel room so I said ok and we shook hands on it and he had a smile a mile wide then. It turned out then that he won the very next hand and I waited to hear the penalty. He thought for a minute and told me that he would start mild and told me I had to stand up in the window and drop my pants to my knees for a count of 30 seconds. I was a little taken aback at that but said ok and proceeded to drop my pants to my knees in front of the window. He laughed at my discomfort but it was a nice laugh. I pulled them up quick when the time was up and sat down to hopefully get even with him for that, but again he won the next hand also. I held my breath waiting for this one and he told me I had to drop my pants again and walk into the hall and back in and had to just open the door and walk out without looking or anything. I was a little freaked out by that but I had agreed so we went to the door and I dropped my pants down and he opened the door and I stepped out into the hall. Was just there for a second and looking both ways and got lucky as nobody in sight. I hopped back inside in a hurry though and almost ran over Steve and down we went in a tangle with him landing on top of me. The door went closed on its own and we both were laughing so hard it took me a moment to start to get up when I realized my damn cock had started to come up again from the excitement and I could actually feel his cock against mine and it seemed to be somewhat up also. I quickly got up and pulled my pants up in a hurry. Steve must have noticed though as when he got up he kind of rubbed the front of his pants and then said the excitement must be getting to both of us as he always seemed to get hard when he was in a wild situation. He went on to say it had felt to him like I was like that too. I kind of mumbled that it was unusual for me. He kind of then asked me about my wife and before long I told him we hadn't had sex in several months now. He said then that my dick acting like it was was probably because of that and the added excitement of possibly being caught doing something not considered to be the thing to do. He then laughed and told me I better watch out he might make me run around the room naked as hell with the windows open next time. My dick actually twitched when he said that. What the hell? We sat down to play the next hand and finally I won one. He grinned and teased me some by saying what could I have him do that would be as wild as what I had done. I thought a minute and then told him I was going to use his idea on him. He had to take his pants off long enough to run around the room with the curtains open on the window for a full two minutes. He just grinned and told me I would have to come up with a much harder one than that to stump him. He jumped up and opened the curtains and dropped his pants and started to just walk back and forth in front of the window. Sitting down put me at almost eye level to his cock as he came back towards me and his ass going away. I could not seem to help myself as I stared at his cock as it came towards me and looked at the ceiling as he walked away telling myself I would not look next time back, but as he turned towards me again my eyes just dropped and stared anyway. About the fourth or fifth time towards me it dawned on me that his cock was edging up more and more and by about the tenth turn as he came towards me it was really sticking almost straight to the ceiling and had to be all of a good twelve inches long and as thick as my wrist. My mouth dropped open and I almost drooled and then caught myself and started to look away and looked up and he was grinning like crazy and knew I had been looking. Again my own cock was coming up on its own and I realized also that it was almost all the way up now. As the time ran out Steve pulled his pants back up and with difficulty got his cock tucked in. He was grinning like crazy as he sat down again. He asked what I thought of his parade? I could hardly answer as I told him it was pretty wild to do that. He said he noticed I had enjoyed the show and laughed and said he hoped he won the next hand. Sure enough he did too. I thought about ending the game and just telling him I was taking my pants off and going to bed but then for some reason decided to see what he had up his sleeve. He didn't make me wait long either and told me he wanted me to drop my pants and let him stroke my cock with his hand for about 50 strokes. I started to say no way when he started to laugh and told me, hey, I can tell you are going to chicken out now aren't you. That hit me in the male ego of course and I immediately stood up dropped my pants and stepped in front of him. He looked me right in the eyes as he reached out and took ahold of my, still up, cock in his hand. He said it sure was a nice looking cock and too bad my wife wasn't using it. He then started to stroke me and count. He was doing slow long strokes and I could hardly believe the feeling. As he approached the 50 he quickened the pace and he kept eye contact as he went right on by the 50 and I could not stop him as it felt too good. I was slightly moaning now and then before I knew what he was doing he leaned forward and keeping eye contact with me, enveloped my cock head with his mouth. I was startled and started to back away when his free hand reached behind me and grabbed my ass and held me still and then his other hand joined it on my other cheek and my whole cock slid into his mouth till my balls were on his chin and the head of my cock was in his throat. I couldn't move then and he started to slowly suck me and I moaned loud now. WOW I had really needed that, but from a guy? Oh, hell it felt too good to stop him now.

When I was younger, there were always these rumors about men who fooled around with each other in this park near my home. "That's where the fags hang out," my parents would say. "You just stay clear of that place. Bad things could happen to you if you don't!" They couldn't have been more right. Anyway, the rumors and jokes about the place persisted (although more quietly) as I got older. As I became more sexually aware, I became more and more curious about these men and this park. Eventually my level of sexual maturity, and level of horniness got the better of me, and I just had to see for myself if the rumors were true. Not that I was going to do anything with these men. I just wanted to see for myself if, and what kind of men hung out there. So one afternoon, I screwed-up my courage, hopped on my bike and rode over to check the place out. I rode all through the park, but didn't see any men wandering around. The place looked pretty deserted and was a bit of a disappointment really. But then I rode by the shelter house that had the bathrooms. Only one car was in the parking lot, and a guy standing outside the shelter smoking a cigarette. I casually rode past him and looked him over. He was much older than I, probably in his 30's. Tight jeans and a t-shirt. Sunglasses. Porn mustache. Tattoos on one arm. Almost stereotypical in that 80's gay way. As I rode by, I could tell he was also checking me out. I made a casual loop in the park, and rode by again. He was still outside the bathroom, but as I passed, he turned and walked into the men's room. I kept riding. I made another loop, and rode by again. The car was still there, but there was nobody outside the men's room, so I screwed-up my courage, made my decision, parked my bike, and walked into the dark restroom. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I could see the porn 'stache guy standing at the urinal. I guessed he was pissing, only I didn't hear anything. I wasn't sure what to do, so I walked to the sink and started to wash my hands. When I looked over at the guy, I could see he was standing away from the urinal, cock in hand, stroking himself. Instantly my stomach knotted. This was the first time I was seeing a guy in real life with a hard-on who wasn't my age. It felt so wrong, and a bit scary, but it was also so sexually exciting. I was instantly hard and leaking in my shorts. He saw me staring, so he stepped back to give me a better show. He had a nice, thick cock with hefty balls, and a huge dark bush of pubic hair. Slowly I walked over to him, and when I got close enough, he reached out and touched my groin. His touch was like electricity going through my body. I'm sure I jumped and gasped a little. He quickly worked my zipper down and hauled out my cock and balls. My equipment looked so puny and undeveloped next to his, but he didn't seem to mind. He grabbed my hand and led me into the stall, where he closed the door and locked it. And then he was on his knees giving me a blowjob. It felt incredible to have my cock in this man's mouth. I watched him gobble me and lick the precum from my tip. I must admit, it was hot seeing my dick disappear into his porn 'stache hole. Then abruptly he stood up, and wagged his cock at me. Slowly I dropped to my knees and started contemplating blowing him. Up until now, my only sexual experiences had been with guys my own age (a few friends, a neighbor, my cousin, and a guy on the swim team). But I was so horny and desperate for sex, that I took him into my mouth. He groaned softly as I wrapped my lips around his head. His cock seemed so thick in my mouth. The ridge of his head so hard. The veins so pronounced. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced - and everything about which I'd fantasized. I was sucking him and using my hand back and forth like my best friend had shown me, when suddenly he stops me and pulls out of my mouth. Mr. Porn 'Stache then pulls me up so we're both standing. Then he whispers, "I don't wanna cum that way" as he gently turned me around and pushed me to the wall. Then he slid up behind me, his cock pressed into my ass, his hands roving all over my body. I started to freak out a little at this point because I had never been fucked, and I was more than a bit scared. "I don't think I want to do this," I said quietly, but he was smooth. He knelt down behind me, and suddenly his tongue was probing my asshole. I could feel his moustache scraping my ass, his wet tongue flicking and diving into me. Nobody had ever done that to me before. Frankly, I had never even heard of rimming, but the pleasure trumped the element of surprise. It felt amazing, and I was not about to tell him to stop. Then he stood up, and I heard him spit, his cock head pressed against my ass as he slowly humped back and forth. "I won't hurt you, baby" he whispered. "You'll love it. Trust me. Is it your first time?" I nodded. "Well, here then," he said, reaching a brown bottle out of his pocket. "I don't do drugs" I told him. "Baby, these aren't drugs, they're poppers. They'll help you relax. Just sniff 'em real deep. They'll make you feel really good and relaxed, but only for a short time. They use 'em even in hospitals. They're totally safe." And then to demonstrate, he did a snort. He started grinding into me again, while holding the open bottle of poppers under my nose. I decided to risk trying a small amount, so I inhaled. A few seconds later a warm wave crashed over me and my body went all flushed, tingly and fixated on my genitals and ass. This time when I felt his cock head push against my asshole it slid right in. Oh my god. I was getting fucked for the first time. By a strange man in a park bathroom. Without a condom! The sensation was incredible - so incredible that it might have frightened me, but he held the bottle under my nose again, and I inhaled more, and kept on floating on that cloud of euphoria. I also desperately wanted - no, needed his entire cock in my ass, so I backed onto him and take it all the way down. "Yeah, baby! You like that cock! Yeah, take my big cock in your little boy hole!" And then he power-fucked me. Truthfully, not for very long, as he was apparently pretty worked up. It was maybe five minutes of thrilling thrusts, but to be honest I wasn't exactly keeping track of time. For one thing he kept feeding me a constant supply of poppers, and secondly, I was ecstatic that a hot adult man was taking his pleasure with my body. What I do remember is him speeding up and hurting me a bit with his big cock. "Fuck yeah! I'm gonna bust my nut! I'm gonna put my load in your virgin ass and make you a MAN!" Through the popper haze, I still had enough of my faculties to recognize that what we were doing was dangerous. After all, he wasn't wearing a rubber and he was inside me! I murmured "Don't come in me, man," while making some half-hearted efforts to extract his cock from my ass. "Too late, buddy" as he tensed-up and blew his load inside my ass, his cum deep inside my body. I knew he was cumming inside me, but in my poppered-up state I guess I really was not displeased. Shit - I was happy - so happy, in fact, that my cock started involuntarily spewing my load all over the bathroom floor. It was the most intense orgasm I had had to date. "Fuck yeah, baby! I can feel you shooting your load!" After my orgasm subsided and my head cleared a bit, I started to freak out a bit. I had a strange man's cum in my ass! What the fuck did I just do? Mr. Porn 'Stache pulled his cock out of me with a wet plop, zipped up, unlocked the stall, and just left me there with his load seeping out of my ass. As he left the bathroom he said, "Congratulations. You're a cumslut bottom now." How accurate he was....