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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 want you to seed my ass tonight.” I sent the message and followed it up with some pics of my body and my hole, hoping to entice the gorgeous dude who was apparently nearby, visiting from out of town. A brief conversation followed. Him: “Fuck yes. Time and place? My bf and I would love to sample some of the local hole.” Me: “Later tonight, we will work out the details. Just follow my lead.” Him: “K. U see I’m POZ?” Me: “Yes, yes, and hell yes. This conversation didn’t happen, OK? Just follow my lead and I promise it’ll be worth your while. Tell your bf the same.” Deleting the messages from my phone, I joined Jake, my boyfriend, who was seated in the living room. I showed him the photograph of the ‘gorgeous dude’ asking “Are you interested in playing with this guy and his boyfriend? Maybe the four of us could get together tonight and have some fun.” Jake glanced at gorgeous guy’s sculpted torso and grinned at me in approval. Immediately I shot gorgeous guy this message. “Hey sexy. My bf and I are close by. We’re wondering if you and your bf would like to meet for a drink?” A tense minute followed during which I hoped gorgeous guy would follow my lead. He seemed to understand my subterfuge as this dialogue suggests. Him: “Sure bro. Nice chest, would love to see more. I’m 6’2 200 8c, my bf is 5’9 170, ripped, 7uc.” <sent pic of fat 8” cock> Me: “Great dick dude. I’m 5’11 170 7c, bf is 6’ 170, skinny with a 8 cut dick” <sent pic of bubble ass> Him: “Sweet ass bro. Bf is vers, I’m top. Both poz. That cool?” Me: “Bf is vers too, I’m bottom. Poz cool - we are on PrEP, and use condoms too. There’s a bar on the corner of 8th and Main. Meet you there in 30?” Him: “See you there.” Now, I should give you a bit of background. Jake and I have been a couple for five years or so, and had recently decided to spice things up by playing with others. Always together, and the only way Jake would consider it was if we both went on PrEP and used condoms every time. In fact, he makes it a sort of ritual whenever we play with someone: we simultaneous took our pill, and he would then put the condom on the guy fucking me (and vice versa), always using our own rubbers, never theirs. What can I say? He has trust issues. We headed to the bar, and the moment we walked in, we spotted them immediately. In our relatively small city, hot new guys like this don’t go unnoticed. We headed over and made our introductions - Joey and Jake, meet Andre and Alex. Looking even better than in his pictures, Andre was a tall black slab of beef, solid and masculine, and Alex was a Latin muscle god. Both accustomed to turning heads, I could tell they were sizing us up and deciding if they’d made the right choice. I knew I might have to work to keep their interest, so I muscled my way in between them to order Jake and myself a drink, taking the opportunity to grind my ass into Andre’s crotch while I did so. Subtlety is not my strong suit, but it seemed to work. I felt his strong hand go to my hip and I felt him growing behind me, from what was already an impressive lump into something that felt a bit scary. Meanwhile, Alex cozied up with Jake, and we had a nice conversation over our drink. Formalities out of the way, I leaned in and whispered to Andre, “Let’s get out of here - it’s a little too crowded here. Why don’t we head up to our place and see what kind of trouble we can get into?” With that I winked and smiled at him, then grabbed Jake’s hand and led us out of the bar. They followed us around the corner to our building and up the three flights to our apartment. Stepping inside, Andre pinned me against the wall and put his mouth on mine, hungrily kissing me while Alex did the same with Jake. My hands explored Andre’s muscled chest, strong biceps, broad back, coming to rest on his impossibly taut booty. His hands made a bee line for my ass, kneading my bubble cheeks before undoing my jeans and sliding one hand inside, feeling my exposed crack where he expected fabric, I’m sure. I’d been sure to wear my sluttiest jock briefs, for easy access just in case. He let out a little growl as his finger slid into my crack and toyed with my hole. From the grunts and moans I heard across the hall, I’m imaging Jake was receiving the same treatment. The two visitors then led us into the living room, where they both promptly dropped their pants and underwear, sitting next to each other on the couch. Wordlessly, Andre spread his legs, pointing at his fully erect, rock hard cock. I dropped to my knees and admired his huge ball bag up close, sniffing and licking on it before running my tongue up the underside of his shaft. Jake joined me on the floor, and the two of us showed off our oral skills for our guests, occasionally looking over at each other with our mouths full of cock. It turned me on so much to see him sucking a big uncut Latin dick, and I know he enjoyed the sight of me with my cheek bulged out, lips open wide, servicing a huge black cock. My hole was twitching, it was so ready to take this monster I’d been servicing. I stood up and led Andre into the bedroom, and Jake and Alex soon followed. I finished stripping out of my clothes, but left my briefs on. As Jake went to his nightstand for supplies, I quietly opened mine and grabbed the small baggie and snuck it into my undies. Andre gave me a questioning look, but I just winked and smiled, shaking my head in my boyfriend’s direction. I then pulled Andre down on top of me, encouraging him to crawl between my spreading legs. Jake could see how horny I was, so he jumped right into our ritual. “Joey and I welcome you guys into our home and our bed, but the agreement we made with each other is that we be as safe as possible. I hope you’ll understand. But we try to make it fun too, so we have a little routine we do whenever we play.” He then popped open the bottle of Truvada and shook one out into each of our palms. Each of us extended his tongue, and the other placed the little blue pill onto the other’s tongue, which each of us immediately swallowed. Finishing up with a brief kiss. Jake then grabbed a condom and tore it open. He slid it down over Andre’s huge dong, not without some struggle. He then squirted some lube on it and greased him up good, before pointing him at my hole. My legs were spread wide, my briefs bulging with my hard on and my ass fully exposed and open. As soon as his head touched my hole, I twitched and gasped, and Andre pressed into me as Jake stroked his condom-covered shaft. He got about halfway into me before he paused to let me get used to the assault, at which point Jake went back to concentrating on Alex. When I saw Alex grab Jake’s head and pull him down to choke on his cock again, I knew this was my chance. I reached into my briefs and pulled out the baggie, which Andre could now see contained a clumped-together blue mass. I opened the bag, brought it up to my mouth, and dropped out the Truvada I’d hidden under my tongue, the spit-soaked pill joining all the others as I zipped it back up and tucked it in my briefs. I smiled at Andre and grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling him the rest of the way into my hole. I felt him throb and saw a little glimmer cross his eyes as we connected in that moment, him beginning to understand my earlier instructions to follow my lead. He was balls deep inside me, but the devilish grin on both our faces indicated we both wanted more. A low guttural moan broke our little moment, and we both looked over to see Alex straddling Jake and sinking down on to his eight incher. I was surprised until I remember Andre saying Alex was vers. I found myself understanding why he wanted Jake’s fat one in his hole – it is, after all, pretty fuckin’ spectacular, but it was nothing compared to Andre’s piece. And the fact that the cock currently invading my hole had a little something extra made me leak into my straining briefs. Just then, Andre decided to start to pull out and thrust back in. I let out a squeal as he began to fuck me and tried to regain my composure. I looked at Jake and saw him lost in ecstasy as Alex’s hole gripped him as he bounced on it. Alex then pulled himself off and got on all fours, facing away from us. I watched as Alex mounted him from behind, his cute ass almost smacking Andre as he started to thrust. It was then that I reached down and put my fingers around the base of Andre’s cock. As he continued to thrust in and out, my fingers kept up their pressure, catching on the last bit of rolled up condom. I would release as Andre sank into me, then squeeze as he pulled out, rolling the rubber up slightly. We repeated this for many strokes, locking eyes for the entire process. I saw a hunger in Andre and felt an animal desire start to take over as he did his part in assisting me in removing the protective sheath from his cock. When there was only one small bit remaining, Andre pulled out of me completely as I slipped the rubber off over his head and deftly placed it in my briefs next to the baggie. Grabbing his bare cock, I guided it back to my hole and pulled on his ass with my other hand. I saw his eyes roll back as his raw dick penetrated my hole. He had a delicious smile on his face as our deception played out, my boyfriend fucking his boyfriend right next to us. They were lost in their own private moment, completely oblivious to the secret connection between Andre and me. As he slid into me balls deep, I pulled Andre down for a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining. I could feel him throbbing inside me, and could swear I felt my ass get a little wetter, probably his precum lubing me from deep inside. By means of some serious twisting I was able to whisper in his ear “Man, I want your toxic cum inside me, bro. I want you to charge me up!” He picked up his rhythm then as we heard the sound of Jake’s body slapping against Alex’s as he pounded him hard. Andre grabbed my legs and spread them wide, taking an opportunity to look down at his huge bare dick sliding in and out of my hole. I patted the small bulge in my briefs, indicating the un-ingested PrEP pills and his rubber. I pulled my briefs to the side so my dick could escape, grabbed the condom and quickly rolled it onto my cock. I could tell by Jake’s breathing that he was getting close to cumming. I nodded to Andre in their direction, letting him know we had to make this happen. He responded by fucking me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before - a passion I’d never experienced erupted from his muscle body. He was deep dicking me, long strokes, his huge black ball sac slapping my ass on every insertion. Meanwhile I stroked my rubber-clad dick with vigor, only to hear Jake grunt “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Jake’s pace increased, and the grunts and groans that accompanied his orgasm pushed Andre over the edge. Staring directly into my eyes, he mouthed the words, “I’m gonna breed u” as he shoved in deep one last time. I felt an explosion inside me as his cock propelled jet after jet of diseased cum into my guts. The realization that I’d finally made it happen - I’d taken my first poz load - and that it was happening with my boyfriend right next to me, clueless, it made me shoot my three day load and fill the condom I’d slipped from Andre just moments earlier. Rope after rope invaded my hole from Andre as my own cum overflowed the rubber that was covering my cock. As I felt the bed shifting when Alex and Jake were turning to see how we were getting along, I swiftly pushed Andre’s now softening cock from my hole and pulled the rubber from mine in one motion. I held it down next to his monster and stroked his cock as I pretended to remove it from him. I held it up to Jake as he held his up, both of us tying off the cum-filled rubbers and letting them drop onto the floor, as the four of us collapsed in a heap on the bed. Jake kissed me deeply as we watched Alex and Andre make out a bit. I then pulled Andre down to me and as our breathing began to calm down, I spooned him and whispered into his ear, “I want you two to spend the night. I’m getting Alex’s load too before you guys head out of here.” A smile, a wink, and a sigh as he rolled over and pulled my arm around him. He had no plans to go anywhere any time soon.

This is the story of my wife's second threesome. This happened about two months after we started dating, long before we married. Her first threesome, about two weeks before, had been a success, but the guy's cock was just average, and my wife is a complete size-queen. We decided to do another one, and put up an ad on an internet dating service. I honestly don't remember which one, but possibly adult friend finder. We got an answer from a guy named Will, a black guy, built like a running back (and he was a former CFL player), with an 8" slab of thick cut meat. At the time I was living alone in a loft apartment, and my future wife had a room-mate, so I arranged our date for friday night at 7. Zoe showed up around 6 with an overnight bag and a bottle of good rum, She was shaved (the girl is typical greek girl hairy, but she shaves aggressively), her ass was douched, her hair arranged in gorgeous ringlets. She slithered her 6'3" volleyball body into a skintight red lycra minidress, black fishnet pantyhose, and red hooker heels. Slut red lipstick rounded out the look, which was basically 'escort you cannot afford'. I mixed her a good strong rum and orange juice, to calm her nerves. She tossed it back, then nursed a second one. A glow rising on her chest and cheeks. At 7:05 the buzzer rang, and I went down to let our guest in. He looked better than his photos, actually. About six feet tall, 260, one of those guys that is solid and muscular, but doesn't really taper at the waist. His arms were big, muscular and defined, he had obviously stayed in shape after leaving football. I led him to the freight elevator that serves our lofts, cliche as fuck but still fun. It's actually been used to shoot films since I lived there. I've often regretted selling it. I ushered him in, to find my wife mixing herself a third drink, and one for each of us. We sat down in the living room, beneath the large shelf that held the bedroom on the second level. We chatted. His drawl was from Atlanta, it turned out, where he had played college football as first an end, and then a fullback. He'd spent a few years playing for the BC Lions, and chosen to stay in Canada. His citizenship had actually only been confirmed that year, and since football he had gone to UBC, graduated, and worked for one of the hospitals as a pharmacist. He was easy to get along with, and quickly my wife was touching him and flirting, teasing him. Eventually she came right out and asked us to take her up to bed, so we did. She was quite drunk, giggling when I threw her on the bed and told Will to rip the crotch of her fishnets. Of course there were no panties beneath, and Will immediately went down on her tasty cunt. He lubed his fingers and began to play with her asshole as well, quickly getting deep with two fingers, and making her grunt and cum hard within the first minutes. He kept his fingers grinding in her hole while he roughly ate her cunt, pushing deep as though smearing the walls. Years later figured out that was exactly what he was doing. I knelt at her face, alternating between fucking her throat, and allowing her to show off her skills. Soon he and I switched, I smiled as he forced her to clean and suckle her ass from his fingers. I had told him she was new to anal (She *hated* anal, until I spent an hour of our first date showing her how it was supposed to feel when the guy actually knows what he's doing!), but that she loved it, and was desperate to try DP. She was really drunk, so drunk I was wishing i'd curbed her a bit earlier, but nothing to be done now, so I lifted her long legs to my shoulders and entered her. She moaned around his thick cock, as she slurped and teased him. I made her shudder and cum. He fucked her mouth and gagged her, she clamped on my cock so hard as to pop me out. We switched, and he rolled on a rubber. She moved to all fours, a sloppy horny drunken princess, her tight dress hiked up around her hips, and pulled down from her high, firm breasts. Her mouth sought out my cock again, as Will went to enter her pussy. Problem was, with the rubber on, he wasn't staying hard. We switched again, she sucked him to rock hard and huge, rubber went on and it faded. She was so fucking desperate. Finally she looked straight at me and said, 'let him fuck me bare!' You need to understand that I had a vasectomy, she had no problem with me barebacking her, but she was NOT on the pill. I had not seen her so drunk before, but frankly the idea of this guy fucking her raw was hot, so I nodded. 'You heard the lady', I said, 'if you want to take her bare, it's her choice.' He grinned ear to ear, pulled off the rubber, and stroked it hard. I took Zoe's face in my hands and looked in her eyes 'He's going to take you now! Bare and fucking huge!' She moaned fuzzily, fucking wasted drunk, and my cock stirred realizing what I could do with this pliant little whore. She moaned and kissed me as he slid his slab into her, calling her a 'Good little slut for our hard cocks, aren't you Zoe? All drunk and whoring yourself out, aren't you Zoe? Showing your man what a nasty little bitch you are, so desperate for that big black cock you'll even let me breed you!' She moaned and came hard, mumbling to me what a slut she was, how she wanted to be our whore, that we could do what we liked...

I had been invited to a wedding between two staff members who I worked with, It was me who got them together, and they always thanked me for it. Anyway, the wedding was being held in a very nice hotel In the City of Durham and I decided to book a room for the night and make a proper day of it. A couple of weeks before the wedding,my neighbours daughter,Katie,told me she was going as well. Katie also worked for the same company but I very rarely saw her as she was in a different department, however she was good friends with the couple and would be there. She wouldnt be staying the night but I offered her a lift with me which would save her the taxi fare. Katie was 23 and a very pretty girl, short blonde hair,and a lovely figure.I confess that I`d had thoughts about her that someone twice her age shouldnt be having, however I wasnt having any thoughts about her when we arrived at the hotel. She talked nonstop on the journey about how excited she was for the couple and how much she was going to enjoy herself. The wedding itself went of very well,everyone was having a great time and there was a really good atmosphere about the place. I saw Katie a couple of times and she was having a good time with her friends,they were certainly giving the Champagne a good testing. I decided to escape the party for an hour as it was mainly people in their 20s and it was getting a little bit rowdy so I went up to my room and went in the bath. When I returned I went to the bar to get a drink and one of Katies friends came straight over to inform me that Katie was so drunk that she couldnt stand up. After much discussion we decided that the best thing was to take her up to my room and let her sleep it off. Her friend Jo, came up with us to help. We put Katie on the bed and Jo left to rejoin the party. I went into the bathroom to get a towel to put on the floor incase Katie was sick and when I came out she`d got out of bed and was taking her dress off. She had her back to me and probably didnt know I was there,god she looked fabulous in her underwear, a white bra and matching thong showing of her fantastic arse. She unclipped her bar and let it fall to the ground before falling onto the bed. I started to get those thoughts back, she was semi naked on my bed, was there a chance of something happening here. I quickly got the ideas out of my head and put the quilt on her and left the room. I returned downstairs to the party but most of the people had gone out into Durham and it was only the bride and grooms family that were left. I had a drink with them but couldnt get Katie out of my mind so made a joke of "having to check on my patient". When i went in the room Katie was in the bathroom, she came out still with just her thong on, I couldnt help but stare at how beautiful a body she had. Her breasts were perfection,I wanted to fuck her there and then. I wanted to rip her thong off and throw her on the bed and fuck her so badly. She came over to me and gave me a peck on the cheek " thanks for helping me"..I told her to get some clothes on. What was I saying??? heres me wanting to ride her into next week and Iam telling her to get dressed. She laughed and looked at me and everything changed " I think you want to take you clothes off dont you" she was looking at my cock trying to burst out of my trousers. "no one will ever find out" she said as she cupped my balls in her hand and started to unzip me. " Katie please stop" i tried to back away " this is just wrong" but she now had my cock in her hand. Again, I tried to back away from her but she was now getting on her knees in front of me and I couldnt help myself. She sucked me for a short time before I stopped her. " we really shouldnt be doing this" I protested but I already knew I was about to fuck her. AS we got on the bed I pulled her thong down.I wanted to lick her but she just wanted to be fucked. She took my cock and guided me into her cunt Bareback "dont come inside me" I assured her I wouldnt and I started to thrust slowly. She was so wet that I kept slipping out of her. I honestly couldnt believe what was happening I was 54 and she was 23 and my next door neighbour and I was fucking her. Katie looked so sexy as she was bucking back at me and she told me she was close to coming. I told her I was close as well and told me" fuck it just do it in me but dont fucking stop" I went into overdrive really thrusting into her, she was sweating and was really flushed and I could feel my balls tighten and they were getting ready to deliver my seed into Katie. She now had a tight hold of me and kept telling me not to stop as she was on the verge of her orgasm. I couldnt hold back any longer and Gave a final thrust as my seed shot up my cock and into Katies welcoming cunt. That sent her over the edge and she came, boy did she come. I kept thrusting into her delivering as much spunk as I could while Katie held on to me shaking her orgasm was so strong. I went limp inside of her and withdrew my cock. Some of my seed ran down her cunt and I rubbed it on her clit. She stopped my saying her clit was too sensitive from our fucking. WE lay together for a while then Katie went into the shower. I asked her if she wanted to stay the night but she didnt think it was a good idea. And then she was gone. She went back to the party for a short while then got a taxi home. Ive seen her a couple of times since the wedding but we ve never mentioned what happened.

It was an evening like any other really. Myself and Kane were heading back from the gym to our flat pumped up and needing to unwind. We lived nice and close to the gym so no need to shower, just a hard workout, lots of sweat then back home feet up protein shakes and an evening in front of the xbox. Kane is a sweetheart. Build like a brick shithouse and a smile the same size to match. Smooth as a babe and always working for his misses. She's a nice girl, huge tits which Kane clearly goes for and he must treat her right cause she doesn't half mind screaming the flat down when she's over for the night. Me I'm Aaron. A few years younger than Kane, we became mates down the gym. I was trying to get bigger and he, being the kind hearted soul he was, came over taught me some stuff and the broship grew from there. He helped me out when I was at a low point by renting me a room and we just developed this bond. It was never an issue me being gay nor him being straight. He were just mates and it was all good. Obviously he had no idea what a twisted little fuck I was of course. We got in as usual and he threw himself on the sofa and switched the xbox on. "Need to get my games in before I crash like always!" I laughed. He worked long shifts, and we hit the gym hard in the evenings. It was no wonder that he always seemed to pass out when we got in. Well that and the crushed sleeping tablets I mixed up in his protein shakes. I handed his over. "Down in one bud" and we both chugged down, taking only a brief minute to watch his chest throb up and down as my little night night juice went down the hatch. We kicked back and chatted for a while, Kane on Call of Duty, me flicking through various hook up apps trying to find someone who might catch my eye. Slowly I watched Kane's hands start to droop as he struggled to keep his eyes open. It was beautiful like clockwork. "Come on mate, lets get you to bed" I said as I hooked his arm over my neck and lifted the hulk of a man up. Kane slurred a thank you of sorts and I took him to his room and pushed him onto his bed. "Sleep tight big man" I said as I closed the door. I glanced at my watch. 30 minutes to kill, so I went back to my apps and continued looking for the right man. Sadly there was no one biting tonight, not that that would be a problem. I walked back towards Kane's room and opened the door to find Kane as I'd left him, except now snoring soundly. I moved over and rolled him onto his front. Pulling his racer vest up and over his head and threaded his arms through before dropping them above his head. There were those wet stinking pits I loved so much. And not a shred of hair on them. Kane was naturally smooth mostly, but he liked to add to the effect by shaving too. I took a nice long slow lick all the way up his pit and soaked my face in that delicious stink. How I kept focused in the gym with this beast I never fucking knew. The other arm now. Same this time I kept the moisture in my mouth and hovered my face above his, taking my thumb and slowly pulling his chin down so his mouth opened, drooling his stank into his mouth and watching his reflex swallow it down. Now time for the proper fun. I took out my phone, loaded up the video function, hit record and began my routine. Slowly I pulled down his shorts inch by inch showing those tight white briefs he loved so much and his package outlined within. The shorts came off and I took a deep sniff on camera. Then back to those pants, once bright white but now stained yellow from sweat and piss stains I buried my face into his junk and sniffed pulling a leg open so his ball sack flopped out and again I made a point of sniffing and licking it on the cam. This was mine. My moment with my beast of a man. The pants came off slowly revealing Kane's cock to the camera. He wasn't a big boy, not small, but a little below average. You always look at these big muscle men and expect them to be big all over, but its not always true as Kane proved. His soft dick was about 5 inches with a nice long chewy hood tapering off. I got the camera in nice and close and had a good chew on that hood before rolling it down and exposing his head, giving it a good clean with my tongue. His stink was addictive but his taste was fucking life giving. By now my cock was throbbing and leaking pre cum in my shorts. So I got up, placed the cam on the shelf getting Kane and me in shot nice and clearly and I stripped off completely. I moved in close and grind my body down on his sleeping mass. I kissed those lips and felt my cock throb against his. He didn't kiss back but that didn't stop me sticking my tongue into his mouth and running it around inside. I lifted his legs up and slide him down the bed a bit, propping him up with some cushions and got the money shot. His beautiful hole opening up, slowly unsticking from the sweat. I grabbed the camera and got a nice good shot of me getting inside close and licking it slowly before ramming my tongue in as deep as I could. The boy was straight, he had no reason to keep his hole clean, and you could taste it. Not that I minded of course, it meant an extra moment of humiliation for him on camera. "Someones a dirty fucking pig today aren't they" I said to the cam as I took my finger and dug it dry up into his sweet straight boy pussy. I had done this enough times so he was just loose enough to eventually give way to the intrusion, but not loose enough to not do a bit of damage on the way. "I keep telling you a good pussy should always be clean don't I" I said, mainly for the cameras purpose. "Time for your punishment to help you remember" I pulled my finger out his hole and caught it on cam. A nice blend of dirty streaks and a tinge of blood. "Now in it goes and suck it clean like a good piggy" Shoving my finger in I made a show of dragging it in and out of his mouth. All the while wiping his arse stank over his tongue and into his gums, taking just a little moment to dig my nail in. "I think pig is tired of his foreplay and wants it now" propping the camera for a moment on the bed, I rolled kane over onto his front and pulled his cheeks apart. I grabbed the cam and made a point of squeezing my cock head pissing out pre cum and drenching that puckered hole. I moved the camera in close and made sure it caught the tattoo on my bell end; a distinct black biohazard symbol. "Time for you to get your big man" I muttered as I slowly forced my cock into his hole watching the raw biohazard slip under the skin followed by inch after inch of my 9 inches. I leaned over and positioned the camera on the bed stand, and moved his face towards it. Then I began my assault on his hole. This was pure fucking heaven as always. His guts being churned and torn up by my dick using him like the pig slut I knew him to be. Greedy, never telling me to stop, never telling me no. He could have all the straight fun he wanted with his bitch but I knew he was my pig slut really. I could feel my poz load building up in my balls and with one final deep push I shoved in as deep as I could and released right up inside him shooting over and over again growling and grunting for the camera as I did. I collapsed on his back and laid there for just a minute, listening to him quietly snore underneath me. It would be so easy to be tender to his big hunk of meat, but I never forgot who was this pig and who was the perv here. I pulled out of him and dragged my fingers up his dirty hole and shovelled what cum and mess I could back inside him. I took his mouth aimed the camera and got a nice shot of my dirty cock sliding in deep, in and out till it came out relatively clean. I grabbed a pen from my shorts pocket and wrote POZ LOAD INSIDE between his cheeks releasing them and watching his hole close tight keeping my load nice and safe inside. "Good night you dirty pig" I said to him on cam as I snorted up a nice wad of phlegm and spat it onto his lips before switching off the video and throwing the duvet over him. I walked back into the lounge and grabbed my laptop. I immediately downloaded the film and spent the next hour editing it. Using some of my favourite sound clips of Kane from the gym grunting and groaning, telling me to push it harder, give it my all etc, I edited my next new masterpiece 'Pig fuck 18' before uploading it to my personal site. Tonight had been fun. But tomorrow was always another day to corrupt that pig even further.

Glad the story is still being written NYBBGUY.

Hot poz breeding......you can hear the top tell him he's getting poz cum. Hot! https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Market-Visitor-Brings-a-Gift-30765831

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

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 ?

God damn! I love sick twisted shit like this

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

Had it happen to me last night, well sorta, was used like a whore in a club and had a guy, long dick massive PA, at least 2" diameter, never seen such a big PA, he fucked me twice, in between others taking a go at my cunt, 2nd time he got up me, my cock just started leaking cum, not pre cum, but cum. The guy used his big cock and PA to milk my prostate, fucking felt awesome. Anyone else had that happen?

8:00pm on June 3, 2017...DeShaun looked at me, disappointed. "Fuck, white meat, you let me down...I thought you'd have a little fight in you still. Guess you one of them white faggots just aching for nigga cock in yo pussy, ain'tcha." He punctuate what he said by shoving his fingers back inside me...unfortunately, all it did was make me gasp loudly, arch my back and spread my legs wider. He grinned, and shoved in deeper, twisting his fingers back and forth...I starting gasping for air, unable to breathe at the lovely mixture of pain and pleasure he was inflicting on me. Part of me was embarrassed to be behaving like such a slut in heat in front of three strangers, but as I was violated deeper and harder, I became more and more aware of the nearness of their hard, masculine bodies, the stink of sweat and piss in the room, and the obscenely large bulges in their pants. "Oh baby, you are in heat, white meat...and we haven't even got you hungry yet...let's start you off slow. Tyrell, you got poppers?" One of the thugs slipped his hand into his pocket and tossed something tiny to DeShaun. When he caught it, I could see it was a tiny bottle labeled Jungle Juice. DeShaun chuckled as he shook the tiny bottle, still keeping his fingers in my hole. "Jungle Juice to rile up yo jungle fever, white meat...you gonna like this. When I hold it to yo nose, take a huge whiff...then the other side...then hold it in until I tell you, and let it out nice and slow." He twisted the cap off one handed, used his thumb to wipe the lip of the bottle, then shoved it up on left nostril...I followed directions, inhaling deep - it smelled weird - then the left, then holding it in until he said let it out, then exhaling slowly. I got really hot...or maybe cold...I dropped back onto the mattress, completely dizzy...my blood was pounding...DeShaub was finger fucking me to the beat of my pulse...or do I thought until I looked down and saw I was fucking myself onto his fingers. He just laughed and repeated the process. The room spun, and when it stopped, DeShaun was standing watching me, but something still fucked my hole...turns out that during the second rush, DeShaun's fingers had been replaced with Tyrell's big black cock. I turned to DeShaun, and tried to gasp out my request. "Please...Sir...please..." I grunted. "What you want, white meat? You want this maybe?" DeShaun held the bottle of poppers just out of reach. "Yes...please Sir...yes". I gasped. Tyrell's cock was beginning to hurt places inside I didn't know existed until now. "First, you gotta admit the truth, white meat...the truth you been refusing to admit since yo bro walked you into my crib. Whose property is you, faggot? ". DeShaun chuckled. "Yours...Master..."I gasped while Tyrell picked up the speed and force. And part of me...deep and dark inside...part of me wanted it to be true.

So a mixed bag last night of good and bad... Did the rounds of the bars around Nollendorfplatz. Lots of little bits of fun but the interesting encounter was a nice piggy top with a big PA. First time getting fucked by a guy with a PA and it was pretty incredible. We left the bar and went to his apartment - lots of fucking and ass play. Nice. I had to rein it in when he wanted to use a bottle brush alternately on my hole and his hole, but unfortunately not before he pushed it in me. It felt really unlike anything I've ever had up there and quite nice - although the redness when it came out really freaked me and that stopped any further ass play for me. I am hoping it will heal up enough to have fun at Laboratory this evening. The real kicker was walking back to my hotel I got set upon by a dude who tried to rob me. Fortunately it happened very close to my hotel and the staff came out to help. I am glad I never take my wallet or iPhone out when playing.

Hell, a week ago right now as I write this ( 1:00 PM Saturday 6/10/17) our little bud Trey was in his cute little cap and gown, listening to some bad speeches about the future and likely wondering what was in store for him later that night. If you read much of my post at all, you know what happened to that new graduate. I do not have a lot of updates, but do have a few things some of the story's followers may enjoy. First, it feels like I have gono ass. Yeah, I stayed and helped Lady C clean up after the fuck fest. I did not want him to swish himself into a tizzy after all the "stuff" of that night. And yeah, I was still so horned up, I coaxed that gono puking gnarly cock into a raging hard on and had Lady C give me one of his patented PLAIN VANILLA, no frills pokes. It was good getting SOME cock and the way my ass feels today is suggesting that Mr. Gono came along for the ride. Not the first fucking time that has happened. But, who the fuck really wants to know that? If you are reading this you want to know what the POZ taking kid is up to. I have not talked with him and he did not show up at Fag Thursday. But, then he and that lucky fucking redhead were headed to Myrtle Beach early Friday AM. I am guessing Trey may have done some fast talking at home to work that out, but I know he is gonna get some serious cock. I did talk to Doug and I know he prepared a "goody bag" for them....so may be weeks 'till they return. I did hear through the grapevine that he had the devil of a time getting that big plug out of his ass. I can fucking vouch for that. Let mine in too long once and was certain I was gonna need stitches when I finally backed it out of my overstretched butthole. I can only imagine what he felt. Doug said the kid had to tie some string/rope around the base to get enough pull. That would have been one priceless video. Ray was at our Thursday gathering. He did not think I was fair in describing that fucked up pyramid cock of his. I have asked him if I could post a pictured...but he has not connected yet. Due to it's size and odd but satisfying feeling it is not a bad cock ride. But damn Ray, that hung of man meat is just weird as shit. Then I bought him some chicken fingers and he shut up about it. I think the silly fucker prefers food to fucking sometimes. Anyhow, it has been a week of reflection as well. Getting POZZED is serious, serious shit. Do not take me wrong, I am glad I got knocked up. I think that any man with balls enough to do it, should have the freedom to choose to go POZ. The real question is when do you truly know if that is going to be the RIGHT or BEST decision for you. You only get to make the choice once. You will be POZ for life and likely have the virus contribute to your ultimate demise. Can a 50 year old guy who has fag fucked for a lifetime make that decision better than an 18 year old recent graduate who only has enjoyed peer age queer sex? If older queers have some responsibilities as role models should we speak honestly about HIV and the POZ fetish or give the politically correct safe sex response that became standard after the AIDS epidemic of the '80's.? Would you (or I) prefer to have been welcomed into the world of serious, extreme queer sex by folks know to you or would you have preferred an anonymous experience. I wondered about Trey never knowing how knocked him up. I know that the two conversions I fucked into willing asses were exclusive to me, because they each wanted to know. As a budding gifted, I wanted to know that I could be a proven sire. On the other hand of that coin, I will never knew who shot the lucky sperm that POZZED my ass. I THINK I know, but like Trey, I enjoyed a lot of cock before the fuck flu arrived. That all cultivated in an awkward encounter a couple of hours ago. I stopped at the local Ingles (grocery store chain) to pick up a few things after an early visit to a couple of the overlooks on the Blue Ridge Parkway (known cock sucking stops and a nice morning ride). Got my stuff and went to the check out and a seeming average young man was running the register. When he scanned my Ingles card, I could see a surprised look on his face. He quickly said: Oh, you are on of Trey's buddies" I played dumb and asked Trey who? He only responded with: my parents got me a new 4-wheeler for graduation. But, I wish I had gotten what Trey got. I know I turned about 300 shades of red and quickly paid and got the hell out of the store. Hell, now 2% of that high school class knows about Trey's gifts. Do you ever think about what is going on in your body when you convert. I wonder if Trey is having any sense that the virus from one of us off loaded into his queer soul. Given that every cock that night shot unmedicated POZ jizz, given that 4 of us (at least) were "proven" breeders, given that he has been taking Dave's cock near non-stop, it would seem there is a good chance he is POZ at this moment. I can imagine the moments that special gob of gooey sperm hit his guts and splattered it's load of copies of the virus. Imagine those organisms moving from that slimy goo into Trey's body via his roughed up, raw intestines. Imagine in the hours and days that have followed, those few copies of the bug have multiplied and multiplied. As their numbers grow they begin attacking a young healthy immune system. For a while now, Trey's immune system has been waking up and starting to fight back. I suppose he is still in a stage where his immune system is fighting a good fight. But we all know, if the bug made it that far, the current state is only temporary. Soon the virus will overwhelm this body and replicate freely without the interference of a healthy immune system. Perhaps he will feel the byproducts of that fight...the fuck flu. When his body is fighting the hardest, it is making something of a last stand and you feel it in your lymph system, your muscles, your gut. In his mind he knows what happens and what the outcome could (should????) be. But if/when he feels those symptoms begin, he will know the reality of June 3, 2017. I wonder if his little butt buddy at the grocery store wants the same thing?

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.

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.....................

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.

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

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.

I'm not going to lie. I hate aggressive tops. I've had my share who ask for another date and I say HELL NO. If a top allows me to relax and open up, I can take a good hard pounding but I have no patience for a guy who is willing to inflict pain and doesn't care. I want to enjoy the sex too! To a lesser extent, I do get mildly annoyed by two other things some tops do: 1) refusing to let me guide their cock into my hole (HELLO? I know where my hole is better than you) 2) refusing to allow me to lube my hole before penetrating me (but of course I can counter this by being pre-lubed before play).

Hot top. Who is he?

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.

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?

Part 3. After a couple more rounds with our new friends, the weekend ended and they went back to their home city. On their way out, they mentioned they had another friend-couple who were planning on visiting in a few weeks, and maybe we’d like to meet them. I smiled, looking over at Jake, and said, “If they’re anything like you guys, we would LOVE to meet them!” Trusting Andre and Alex understood my implication, they responded, “Yeah, they’re a lot like us. You will like them for sure.” We exchanged contact information (other than the app where we met) and they were on their way. The sex with Jake that night was beyond incredible. Talking about all the fun we’d had, and looking forward to another fun encounter in a few weeks. The next day on my way home from work, I stopped off at the drugstore and picked up a bottle of Aleve, making sure to get the kind that looked an awful lot like the PrEP pills in Jake’s night stand. Getting home before him, I confirmed they looked almost identical, and swapped out the appropriate number, replacing them in the prescription bottle and closing the drawer. Over the next couple weeks, we dutifully took our pills every day, with Jake fucking me at least once a day. The amazing weekend we’d had really reignited things for us in bed, and our sex was never hotter. Every time he unloaded in me though, I would think back to those incredible moments when Andre and Alex had dumped their poz seed into my hole. The memory combined with the expert fucking of my boyfriend would make me cum so hard all over my chest, usually hitting my face and beyond. Mid-week before our new friends were supposed to come visit, I started to come down with a nasty cold. Turned into fever, chills, the works. When I got a text from an unknown number, I was momentarily confused until I remembered I hadn’t heard from them yet, just Andre and Alex. Checking out the message, I saw he introduced himself as Eddie, said A&A had given him my number, wondered if we’d like to meet up this weekend. Then another text came through with a picture - an enormous brown cock, uncut and dripping. My own cock jumped in my sick-bed pajamas, the first time I’d felt even remotely horny in the past couple days. Jake had left his phone on the bed next to me as he went downstairs to fetch me more chicken soup. I looked at his phone and saw texts from the same number, but noticed they hadn’t been sent as a group. He received the same intro text as had I. He also received a pic of Eddie and his husband Bill, a solidly-built white guy in his late 40s - hairy daddy type. I thought it curious until I felt my phone vibrate and saw a new txt come through from Eddie - this one a series of pics, the first showing his muscular back, with a tattoo peeking out over his underwear, then a couple more successively closer, until the last one was a closeup of the biohazard symbol on his upper ass. I was rock hard now, when I heard another text come through for Jake - this one another couple shot of them in a tropical location, all smiles with their sunglasses on, drinking a fruity drink with an umbrella. I was getting the picture now - it was clear A&A had told our new friends the whole story about our adventurous weekend. Eddie and I exchanged this series of text messages. Me: Hey bud, glad to hear from you! A&A said they had some fun friends who we should meet. Our weekend with them a few weeks ago was a special gift to us as a couple - our sex hasn’t been this hot in years. Eddie: I’m glad to hear it! Sounds like A&A really charged up your sex life. Me: I’m actually down with the flu at the moment. Eddie: Oh yeah? That’s no fun. Want us to reschedule? Me: No way. I may be out of commission, but my boyfriend is really looking forward to this. And so am I. I’ll be participating, in my own way. Eddie: Sweet. We get in late Friday, so maybe we can meet up on Saturday? Me: Perfect. You have our address. We’ll be here. When Jake returned with my dinner, I had already saved and deleted the extra pics Eddie had sent me, so when we compared text conversations, they looked mostly the same. I told him they’d be over on Saturday. Jake was concerned about me being sick, but I told him there was no way I’d let my little illness get in the way of this happening. After the last time, our sex life was undeniably better, and I wanted another jolt of that whether I could actively participate or not. Jake reluctantly agreed, and then got much more excited when he checked his phone and saw the pics they’d sent. By the time Saturday rolled around, I had worked Jake into a frenzy of anticipation. Some jerking off was all I could muster in my weakened state - this was the worst flu I’d ever had - and we had several hot sessions stroking our dicks as we looked at the cock pics Eddie and Bill kept sending. Jake is versatile, but knowing my ass was off limits, he realized it was up to him to satisfy these studs, and I assured him he was more than up to the task. He couldn’t deny he was looking forward to being a little bottom slut for our new friends in their short time here. When the doorbell rang, I was laying in bed reading through the text string Eddie and I had had on the app he recommended I download so we could communicate discreetly. We’d had multiple long exchanges over the past few days, and I shared with him what I had been up to with Jake’s PrEP. We came up with a plan - Eddie and Bill were happy to help Jake and me continue on the journey we started that weekend with Alex and Andre. As I heard introductions being made in the other room, I quickly retrieved full condom from my bedside table - the only load I could muster in the past couple days I had deposited in a rubber for today’s festivities - and put it under the bed. I also laid out two unopened rubbers and Jake’s little blue pill on his nightstand. I was back under the covers by the time the door opened and Jake peeked in to see if I was awake. I closed out the last few pics Eddie had sent me - a cum-stained piece of paper with HIV test results - and smiled and invited them in. Eddie entered the room and I literally gasped - his pictures truly did not do him justice. Tall, dark, and handsome didn’t begin to describe his magnetic good looks - he was a Latin god, with a smile that made you feel like you’d just made a new friend. His husband Bill followed, no slouch in the looks department, just a different beast entirely. Jake made the introductions and they both expressed disappointment that I wasn’t feeling well. I told them I was doing OK, and was really happy they were here - Jake and I were SO looking forward to their visit. And with that, I thought we might as well get down to it - we all knew what was on the agenda, so why bother with the formalities? I threw off the covers and moved over to Eddie, giving him a nice long grope before tugging at his tight t-shirt, lifting it off over his head revealing a chiseled chest with just a light dusting of fur. I growled as I undid his jeans and struggled to slide them over his muscled bubble ass. He was wearing a pair of light blue briefs, the fabric straining to contain what he was packing. I pointed him to the bed, where he lay down and watched as I repeated the process on Bill. The husbands now lay side by side in our bed in just their undies, as I gave Jake a meaningful smile and a wink and nodded toward them. He jumped on the bed and immediately fished Bill’s cock out of his briefs, taking it into his mouth. Eddie whipped his out, and Jake reached over and started jerking him as he sucked on Bill. I grabbed my stiffening cock as I watched my boyfriend eagerly service the cocks of two strangers he barely knew. Before things progressed too far, I grabbed the pill off the nightstand and pulled Jake’s mouth off Eddie’s cock - he had been going back and forth between the two enormous bones. I held up the pill and explained the ritual to our visitors, as if I hadn’t already explained it all in my texts. “As part of our agreement to play with others, we went on PrEP and we always use condoms. Because I’m not feeling up to it, the pleasure of playing with you two is all Jake’s.” With that, he stuck out his tongue and I put the pill on it. He swallowed it down, smiled at me, mouthing the words ‘I love you so much’ before leaning in and kissing me passionately. He then went back to sucking the two huge cocks before him as I sat in the chair opposite them and started stroking. I grabbed my phone and started documenting the scene - my boyfriend in a pair of jock briefs, his ass up in the air as he alternated sucking each cock in front of him. Eddie and Bill making out, smiling for the camera, winking at me as my boyfriend serviced them. I don’t ever remember being so turned on before. After a few minutes, Eddie moved behind Jake and parted his muscular cheeks, burying his tongue in my boyfriend’s hole. Jake moaned on Bill’s cock and ground his ass back against Eddie’s face, begging him to tongue him deeper. My boyfriend was being such a slut, which made me so damn horny. Jake reached over for one of the condoms and handed it back to me. I held it up to Eddie’s mouth and watched as he tore off a corner with his teeth. I pulled it out and took my time rolling it down over his enormous cock. I smiled at him and he went back to where he’d been earlier, next to his husband on the bed. Snagging another condom, I rolled it only Bill’s cock as I suggested to Jake “I think you should take turns riding them, babe.” Smiling at my suggestion, Jake smiled as he straddled Eddie and slid down onto his cock. I had the perfect view of my boyfriend’s hole stretching as he moaned and slid down on the big brown laytex-sheathed cock. Meanwhile, I stroked Bill, smiling as Eddie bottomed out in Jake’s hole - balls deep. Jake started moving up and down, getting used to being stuffed full. After riding him for a while, he stood up and moved over to Bill, squatting over his big dick as I pointed it straight upward, guiding it into my boyfriend’s loosened hole. He slid down easily and whimpered a bit as he took it to the hilt. I gave Jake’s dick a little squeeze as I shifted up and lay next to Eddie, who reached out and started stroking my cock as we watched our partners fuck. After we enjoyed the sights for a minute or so, Eddie leaned over, whispering for my benefit “I’m gonna dump my poz nut in your boyfriend’s hole, you evil little slut.” My dick involuntarily pulsated in his fist. I looked in his eyes, winked and nodded with a smile, as he got up to move behind Jake, who was still being pummeled by Bill. I followed, and wrapped my fist around Eddie’s huge cock, still in its intact condom. While Bill pulled Jake in for a kiss, I reached down with my fingernail and pierced the tip of the rubber, then gently pulled at the hole until it was about the size of a dime. I proceeded to stroke Eddie’s cock and pull down on the condom, watching as his beautiful brown dick head pressed against the hole, stretching the latex further and further until it emerged completely, the broken rubber still wrapped around his shaft. Eddie reached down and grabbed Jake’s hips, lifting him off Bill and pulling him back toward the middle of the bed. With one hand he guided Jake’s head to Bill’s balls as his partner stroked his shaft, and with the other, he fingered Jake’s now well-used hole, first one, then two, then three. He became increasingly aggressive with his fingering, and I noticed Jake twitch and jump a few times as his bowels were being scratched and his hole stretched even more. I guided Eddie’s bare cock head to my boyfriend’s hole as he pulled his fingers out, slightly tinged in pink slime. I watched as Eddie moved his weight forward and entered Jake in one long, slow stroke until just the base of the rubber was visible around his thick shaft at his pubes. Bill stroked with one hand and held Jake’s head on his balls as he winked at Eddie and me, as Eddie began to thrust. Every time he pulled out, I could see more of the rubber had shredded around his shaft and it was mostly just bare brown cock moving in and out of Jake’s hole. That sight, and the knowledge of what we were all doing, made Eddie realize he wasn’t going to last long. I saw Jake reach back at one point and touch the base of Eddie’s cock, and feeling the condom still there, returned his attention to Bill’s balls, even licking down into his hairy crack to tongue his hole. Jake was obviously feeling really slutty and horny, as he was moaning and pushing back on Eddie, likely squeezing around that huge dong pounding his hole. Eddie started breathing increasingly heavily as I pinched his nipples and ran my fingers down his lower back to his ass, tracing the biohazard tattoo on his cheeks as he thrust harder and deeper. The tell-tale signs increased and soon Eddie was growling, “I’m gonna nut!” I pushed on his ass, encouraging him as I muttered “Do, it man, go balls deep!” Grunting and he moaned a long “Fuuuuuuck!” holding still as he shot his load into my boyfriend’s hole, giving me an approving smile as his orgasm subsided, although holding himself firmly in place. Knowing the time was short to complete the deception, I leaned down and quickly reached under the bed, grabbing the full condom which Eddie made a show of slowly pulling out as Bill held Jake in place. We both admired the sight of his bare cock with the tatters of a broken condom around it, covered in Jake’s ass juices. I pulled what was left of the rubber off and hid it under the bed as I pretended to tie off the one with my own load. I moved down and quickly licked Eddie’s cock clean of any evidence, then dropped the full condom on the bed next to Jake. He looked up from rimming Bill, and smiled at me as Eddie encouraged him to sit on Bill’s cock again. In that brief window, I gave Bill’s condom the same treatment as I had Eddie’s, and then held his mostly-bare cock straight up as Eddie guided Jake down on it. We lay back and Eddie stroked my cock as we watched his partner’s bare dick slide in and out of my boyfriend’s hole. As Bill looked over Jake’s shoulder, Eddie and I mouthed words to him like, ‘Bareback him’ and ‘Seed his hole’. Our encouragements, in addition to the knowledge of what had just happened aided in pushing Bill over the edge. Pressing down on Jake’s hips, he helding his cock balls deep in Jake’s hole as rope after rope shot deep in my boyfriend’s guts. Jake leaned back, holding Bill inside him as he jerked off. I hopped up and stood next to them on the bed, my cock aiming at Jake’s face. We looked in each other’s eyes as we both stroked. I told him, “Babe, you were so slutty tonight, it turned me on so much. I just wanna shoot this load all over your whore face.” I never talk to him like that, but something about the moment made us both lose control and we exploded cum everywhere - him all over Bill’s chest and belly, me all over his sweet slutty face. After we came down from that high, Jake gently slid himself up and off Bill’s cock. As he reached down to take care of the rubber, he saw the state it was in. Reaching back, he felt his hole, which of course was dripping with cum. “Oh fuck, the condom broke!” All three of us chimed in with an ‘Oh fuck’ of his own, although I noticed, curiously, when I made my exclamation, my cock released one last spurt of cum. “What am I gonna do?” asked Jake.

CHAPTER 3: (6 Weeks before Chapter 2) Jake: I was in my car driving to the testing center to see Chris, and I thought 'I’m a horned as fuck 19 year old, I’m HIV+ and I need to breed some neg hole right now'. I had only recently tested poz after a sexual encounter with one of my poz fuck buds and a few of his friends. I knew what I was getting into as he had told me “Everyone here is HIV+ but you." When I thought about Sam, and how much he enjoyed fucking neg guys and knocking them up, my precum flowed fast and furious. As far back as I can recall, I’ve always been a bit versatile, but I purposely bottomed more often than topped, but my sense is that would change now that I had converted. Maybe I chased, maybe I didn’t, but after testing poz I felt a real urge to share the bug, following Sam's example. When I got the news from my doctor, I got hard and, within a week, had fucked and bred two guys I knew from college. In addition, when Sam held a conversion party for my friend Mark’s son Cody, I was fairly sure my virus would be the one that converted the guy. To be sure though, I got his number and hooked up with him a couple of days ago, literally making him beg me for poz cum. I gave him two big loads, and assuming I’m around when he does test poz, I’m going to remind him he begged me to do it. I pulled into the testing center and I could feel my cock, wet with precum; one way or the other, Chris was going to get some of my poz boy seed that very day. Entering the center, I asked the clerk "Is Chris here? I need to get tested.” Looking up from his computer, the guy answered "Yeah, sign in. He’s here. Or can I or someone else help you?” “I’d really prefer to see Chris, I feel more comfortable with him.” The clerk smiled and replied “Your choice. Have a seat. We’ll call your number when he’s available." “Thanks.” There weren't many people in the waiting room, and I took a seat across the aisle from a hot looking Daddy-type. He had enough gray to be sexy, a few tattoos, a goatee and a nice looking build, but he wasn't what I’d call overly muscular. In short, he was very much my type. With a little chit chat, I learned the Daddy’s name was 'Bill', he was 51, and was at the center to get tested, and that he was (quite surprisingly), a bottom. “I’m probably neg, but I mostly bareback, so I test”, he remarked. I replied with a smile, giving him my most charming smile and slipped it into the conversation that I was a top, and that I also preferred to bareback, casually mentioning "In fact, I pretty much only bareback." “Nice,” he replied, making definite eye contact. “Can I get your number?" We exchanged contact information just before Bill’s waiting room number was called. “See ya later,” I said, thinking as I grinned 'Oh, fuck yeah. I’m gonna get a piece of that ass, which immediately led me to wonder if Bill was still neg. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chris: I was in exam room 4 at the testing center, and found the announcement that my brother was paying me a visit a bit odd as I knew, as he was on PrEP, he was tested every three months. “Hey Tyler, … don’t suppose you’re here to get tested?” He just looked at me with that adorable face of his and shook his head 'no'. Moving closer to the bench on which he was seated, I took his hand, motioned for him to stand, and gave him a warm, brotherly hug, holding him very close, but still looking in his eyes, I gave him my best cautious and concerned smile asking “I know you don’t need a reason to visit … but, tell me what’s going on?” “I’m don’t know … I’m just frustrated, … Jeremy and I are having problems and I …. I don’t know.” “It’s okay, baby brother,” I murmured, pulling him closer, massaging his neck and back. He felt so good pressed against my body this way. Then I realize my cock is getting hard from holding my baby brother. I pull back slightly unsure if he can feel the protrusion in my khakis. “This isn’t really the best place for us to talk Ty, why don’t you come by my place after I get off work and you can tell me everything.” Ty was visibly upset, but nodded in agreement. “Thanks… yeah, I can do that." The control panel lights told me I was needed in the reception room, so I stood, explaining “I need to go help someone else. You sure you going to be okay?” He nodded in reply. “Okay, take your time, I hug him again, “and let Nick or whoever is upfront know you’re done in room four when you leave. Okay?" “Yeah, sure. Oh, hey, what time tonight?” “I get off at 5:30, so anytime after 6:00 or so." "Cool." I get to the front and Nick hands me a waiting list number, “327”, I call out. A cute guy I’ve seen many times before stands up and heads toward with a knowing smile, “Hey Chris!”, I look at him oddly but return his smile, “Room 7.” Following me, I led him down the hall. Now, Room 7 is our corner room at the end of the exam hallway. I’m not sure about Nick or the other guys, but I like this one because it’s a little more private than the rest and I've used it several times, particularly if I think there’s a possibility I can get some action. “Here we go”, I follow him in and shut door pressing the lock at the same time so it’s not too obvious I’m locking the door. “Nice to meet you”, I pause, glancing for his name. “Jake … I’m Jake … I mean … You helped me when I was here before.”, he pauses and says matter-of-factly, “I need to get tested again for HIV.” I smiled reassuringly saying “Okay, sure. That's what we do here. You do look familiar. How long ago did you test? Did I help you?” “Uhhhmm … ‘bout two months ago, I guess. Yeah you helped me … more than once,” giving me a huge smile. “Ahhhh okay, did we test in this room?” I’m didn't really remember us having sex but I needed to find out how far down the rabbit hole goes. “No ... uhmm… I think it was 2 or … hell I don’t remember, but I don’t think I’ve been in this one, the last room didn’t have this”, and he pats down the exam table. “It’s cool … most guys don’t test but once a year, six months if they’ve been sexually active ... and some not at all.” “Cool.” Looking him over, I thought he was typical of the younger guys I find attractive, but breaking into my professional mode I asked “Why did you say ‘need’? I’m trained to discuss safe-sex practices and ways to lower the risk, if you …." Shaking his head he cut me off saying "It's okay." Amusingly, although I’m trained in safe-sex practices, in real life I loathe condoms and I’ve almost always fucked or gotten fucked bareback; as I look him over, the irony isn’t completely lost on me. Jake isn’t talking much, and his declarative sentence “I’ve been having risky sex,” was enough for me, particularly as he was fixated on me, as I was on him. It was also obvious to me his cock was hard, as was mine. Still I tried to remain at least semi-professional. Turning around, I grabbed one of the test kits, opening it to prep it for Jake, giving him my professional instructions “You need to rub this along your gums, on bo…”, and mock demonstrated for him as I turned back to him. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Jake had removed his shirt, and he had a stunningly beautifully muscled, smooth chest, “…th siiides.” Jake grinned at me, and, without taking his eyes off of mine, he took the swab from me, and in what I can only think is the most sexually-suggestive way I’ve seen a person take an HIV test, swabbed his gums. In handing the swab back to me, his eyes never left mine. Blushing, I swallowed as Jake, still seated, smiled invitingly at me. Yeah, he was calm and ready to go. And I definitely wanted to play with him. Placing the swab in the solution, I turned back to Jake, and, before I could fully register what was happening, his tongue was in my mouth, and my tongue in his mouth. I distinctly remember thinking to myself 'I’m glad I locked the door earlier'. Kissing him led to the shedding of clothing and the mutual exploration of each other's body. I had been fucked at the clinic many times by many guys, but I had never found myself as hot for any guy as I was for Jake. Swallowing his cock, I found it wet with delicious precum. “Chris … ohhhhh … ahhhh that’s good … Chris stop.” Standing, we briefly kissed, afterwards he stooped to nuzzle my cock. I was in heaven. The kissing and sucking and licking continued. We were both very worked up, and, although I had no idea how long we had been in the exam room, I reasoned the clinic could do without my contribution for, at least, a few minutes more. “I need to be fucked,” I moaned into his mouth as I kissed him. "Fuck, yeah," was his only reply. Reaching over to the rear of a nearby cabinet, I moved a box of gauze and retrieved a small flask of Gun Oil I keep here for the occasional hot fuck. “How you want me?” “Doggie.” Lubing his cock and my ass, I climbed onto the exam table, positioning myself on all fours. “Chris?” “Yeah.” “Are you neg?” Nodding I replied “Yeah… I test here every three months.” I always bareback and oddly most of the guys I’ve hooked up with here have turned out neg. “What if I test poz?” Glancing over at the swab I could see the results had not yet appeared, so I asked “Are you poz?” “Yeah… I mean … I could be. I told you I needed to get tested,” he continued, sliding his bare cock in the crack of my ass. It felt amazing. Again I nodded, saying “Yeah … I know … it's okay, I want you.” “I want you too.” “Fuck me." There was a slight pause, “You sure? What if I test poz?” “Don’t care … Fuck me. Now.” At the same moment I pressed back against his resting cock to show him how badly I needed his cock in my ass, poz or negative, reasoning over the years I surely had had more than one poz cock in my ass, especially given that even when a guy tests negative, he could still be HIV+. There's always that 90-day window. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake: “FUCK!” Chris was under me, begging me for poz cock. I had to comply. My cock head slid slowly into his hole, eliciting a long, deep groan, and an approving “Fuuuuuhhhhk… oh that’s good.” “Yeah baby… take my p… take my cock. Fuck yeah… feels so good,” as I slowly slid my bare, poz, unmedicated cock the rest of the way into Chris’ hot ass, who, I decided, was (for an older guy), hot as fuck. After deep dicking him several minutes I asked “You like that … feel good?” “Yeah … ahhhhh … ahhhhh," he moaned as I picked-up my pace. “I’m so horned… I probably won’t last long … you might have my cum inside you before the test thing finishes," I suggested. Chris turned to look at the swab, as did I. It was still blank. “How will you know if I test poz ... something shows up on there?” I asked, playing dumb. “It shows … ahhhhhhhhhh… oh fuck… fuck me… fuck me… it shows one line if you’re negative and two if detects any HIV anti-bodies.” I keep fucking him, “Ohhh … okay, got it,” maintaining a good fuck rhythm as we barebacked, all the while maintaining a two-way conversation. “What if I’m poz Chris?” “What if you are? Thought I said its okay.” “Yeah … you did, it’s cool … mmm fuck that ass feels good.” “Good … yeah … fuck me… oh fuck that’s good… I want your cum.” “Yeah? You want it… might be getting more than just cum sexy… might be an HIV+ cock inside you right now.” I continued fucking his hole, but accelerated the pace a bit. My crotch was now forcibly slamming into his ass, at least as hard as I could go without knocking the two of us off the exam table. “Give me your poz cum Jake … fuck me.” Glancing at the test I could see it was still blank. “You want poz cum, man? You’re chasing Chris?", punctuating the word 'chase' with a hard slam of my cock into his ass. I could almost hear his silent 'Yeah'. I affirmed his silence saying “SO HOT." “Not so loud dude, they might here us up front.” “Fuuuuck… your ass feels so good wrapped around my cock … I’m getting’ close Chris." “Fuck yeah ... fuck yeah… do it.” “You sure? I can pull out.” Chris answered in a voice which was, in my opinion, a bit too loud “CUM IN ME." “Ahhhhh … ahhhhh … ahhhh … gettin’ there, … getting’ there … ahhhhhhh.” "Fuck yeah… ohhhhhhh your cock feels...” just as my orgasm hit me. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK… oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk … oh fuckkkkkkkkk… ahhhhhhhhhhh… ahhhhhh Chris … ahhhhhh’m cummmming.” My nuts tightened-up as my load forcefully exited the shaft of my cock and entered Chris’ bare ass. It was so warm, and felt so fuckin' perfect. The thought crossed my mind to whether Chris was really neg or doesn’t hook up that much. He had, for all purposes, virtually begged me to poz his ass. I felt his body squirming under me. “Fuck, that was hot, Jake.” “Yeah it was.” At that moment I saw Chris gazing at the test solution. My eyes involuntarily followed his. The test swab clearly showed two lines. “Looks like the test finished."

Part 2. Fortunately, Jake is a very heavy sleeper. After a few hours of dozing, I rolled over and felt Andre’s hard body next to mine, his chiseled chest rising and falling with his sleeping breath. I raised my head and looked at Alex lying in bed next to him, lazily stroking his dick, obviously unable to sleep after getting fucked but not having had a chance to blow his own load. Ever a gracious host, I decided to assist my guest. Slipping out of bed, I walked over to Jake’s side of the bed, reached down, grabbing Alex’s hard cock and giving it a warm squeeze as I put one finger from my other hand up to my lips. I tugged on him for a bit before reaching out my hand and motioning for him to get out of bed. He shifted his weight to gingerly extricate himself from my boyfriend’s sleeping body and stand next to the bed. Again, I grabbed his dick and led him from the bedroom into the kitchen. As soon as we reached the kitchen, I dropped to my knees and swallowed his beautiful cock. He moaned gently and put his hand on the back of my head as I looked up at him, my mouth full of hard uncut dick. I could taste his sweet precum on my tongue as I took him deep into my throat, showing off my stellar oral skills. I ran my hands over his muscular body as I serviced his cock, enjoying the feeling of his rock hard pecs and abs under my fingertips. How the fuck did I get so lucky to find this sizzling hot couple and get them into my house, and soon into my hole? I pulled Alex’s dick from my mouth and smiled up at him as I stroked him. Standing up, I brought my lips to his and kissed him deeply. I brought my mouth to his ear and whispered, “You’re going to fuck me now, Papi.” With that, I turned around and put one hand on the kitchen island and guided his raw cock to my hole. Confused, he quietly asked “What about a rubber? We didn’t bring any from the bedroom.” Moving to step into the bedroom to grab a condom, I gestured for him to remain as I squeezed his cock, bringing a huge drop of pre to his head. I held him close and just shook my head, again giving him the silent sign with one finger to my lips. I rubbed his dick head against my hole, still slick and opened up from Andre’s raw fucking a few hours ago. Alex had no idea his boyfriend’s load was inside me. Pulling on him, I felt his head pressing against my ass lips, the pressure increasing until it finally popped inside me. I looked back at him and winked and smiled, and he caught on to the fact that I wanted him inside me bareback, that this was not just an oversight on my part. I felt Alex’s hands go to my hips and I felt more of him slide inside me. His cock was so thick - it wasn’t as long as Andre’s, but it made me feel more full somehow as he pushed deeper into me. I heard him let out a little moan as he finally bottomed out inside me, balls deep. He let it rest there for a moment - the feeling was so incredible. But before long I started to move against him, wiggling my hips a bit and pushing back, showing him I was ready for more. He pulled out so just his head was in me and then thrust back in all the way. It was all I could do to not cry out in pleasure, but as deep a sleeper as Jake is, I knew I couldn’t be too loud. Alex picked up his pace and fucked me steadily for several minutes - I was in fucking heaven and knew I needed his special load deep inside my ass. Just then, I heard a shuffling in the next room. Alex hesitated, but I knew if it was Jake it was already too late to hide what we were up to, so I squeezed my hole around him and hoped he would stay inside me. Looking over my shoulder, I watched as Andre entered the kitchen, carrying a couple condoms and a medicine bottle with him, a huge grin on his face as he saw his boyfriend fucking me. He put the rubbers on the island, popped open the PrEP bottle, and placed the pill on the head of his cock, bringing it over to my mouth. Alex never stopped fucking me as I swirled my tongue around Andre’s head, taking it and the Truvada into my mouth. Andre pushed deeper until I was gagging on his huge cock, getting spit roasted by these two amazing stud boyfriends. After a moment, I pushed Alex out of me and repositioned him on his back on the island. I straddled him and sat down on his big dick, then leaned back so my back was against his chest. Lifting my knees to my chest, my hole stretched to what felt like capacity, I nodded to Andre to come join us. As he moved into position, I stuck out my tongue, showing him the little blue pill still there. He grabbed it off my tongue, showed it to Alex who just moaned a little, and chucked it across the kitchen into the sink. Andre lined up his massive black cock and rubbed the head against Alex’s shaft. He pressed and pressed until finally the rim of my hole gave way and allowed him entry. Just the very tip at first, but that opening encouraged him to go a little harder. I yelped a bit, but Alex’s hand went right to my mouth. Andre smiled at the sight and just kept pushing. I couldn’t believe the sensation - not one but two huge raw cocks entering my asshole, while my boyfriend slept blissfully on the other side of the apartment. It hurt like hell at first, but the fantasy come true made me forget all that and focus on opening up and letting him in. I could barely believe that I could make it happen, but before I knew it, Andre was halfway inside me. At that point, Alex started to move his hips slightly, in time with Andre’s gentle thrusts - obviously they had done this before and knew how to open a boy up. Each thrust of their thick dicks got just a bit deeper until they were alternating balls deep with the other halfway. I’d never felt anything like it before. Their hands were all over my body, and they were obviously enjoying themselves as they plunged into me. With Alex balls deep, Andre gave an almost imperceptible signal and Alex stayed in me. Andre then pushed in all the way himself, and leaned over and whispered, “We’re both all the way inside you, slut! How does it feel to have two poz cocks up your gaping, torn-up hole, with no rubber and no little pill to protect you?” I moaned and just gyrated my hips a bit in response, trying to see if I could coax a little more of each of them inside me. From underneath, Alex’s mouth went to my other ear and said, “You know we are going to seed you - we are both gonna shoot our toxic loads in your wrecked hole. Is that what you want, you fucking whore?” I nodded my assent. “Say it,” he demanded. “I want your hazardous semen inside me, and I want it to take root. I’ve been faking my part of our Truvada ritual for a month now, in anticipation of finding the right man or men to seed my hole properly. You two are those men, I’m sure of it. You’re doing things to my hole that are unnatural - it’s not supposed to be open like it is, but it’s perfect for what I want. You’re both going to dump deep into my exposed rectum, and I have nothing to stop the virus from taking over my body. I want it, Alex! I want it, Andre! Please, share your bug with me! Give me your disease!” With those words, they both increased their pace. Andre leaned over my shoulder and made out with Alex, almost like I was providing them a chance to bond together, but it wasn’t even about me. But their cocks were both in my wide-open stretched hole and they were pounding it harder and harder as they approached the moment of truth. Finally, I felt them both go deep and hold in there. If it was possible, I felt them swell even thicker just as they both cried out and exploded deep in my guts. Ropes and ropes of toxic cum spewed forth into my bowels, and even as their cocks were still spurting into my hole, I shot my own load, without even having touched myself. Alex ran his fingers through my load which had coated my chest and face, brought dollops of cum to my mouth. Naturally I licked his fingers clean. Smiling down at me and Alex, Andre admired the scene underneath him - sweaty bodies on the kitchen counter, bodies covered and filled with cum. And two unused condoms on the other side of the island. After we caught our breath, I gave each of them a deep, meaningful kiss and said, “Thank you” while looking them in the eye. I then went to the refrigerator, grabbed some juice and a squeeze bottle of mayonnaise, then picked some fruit off the counter and put it all on a tray. The coffee, always on a timer at our house, had finished brewing at some point during our marathon fuckfest on the island. I grabbed the condoms, unwrapped and unrolled them, then squeezed a few big blobs of mayo into each one, tying them off and putting them on the tray with the breakfast. Grabbing the medicine bottle, I lead my lovers back into the bedroom, where I awoke my boyfriend with a kiss on the lips and placed the tray on the bed. “Sorry honey, we got a little carried away in the kitchen making breakfast. But I have no doubt these two studs will be up for round three in no time. They have a gift for getting it up.”

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.

As I sucked on Bobby’s dick and massaged his balls I heard the lighter click and Duke snigger “that’s it boy, inhale it in deep, good boy” I pulled my mouth off Bobby's teen boy cock as Dukes climbed onto the sofa and I grinned watching as Duke started licking and slurping at the lads neck as he kneaded Bobby’s big pecs his deep voice soothing the boy, “mmmm chicky you taste like sweet honey” before plunging his tongue deep into the boys mouth, in the meantime I started to tug at the waistband of the kids bikini, in fact I chuckled “atta boy” as he raised his hips so I could pull them off easily threw them into corner. I was enjoying feeling Bobby’s cock and balls, in fact I was enjoying every inch of his boy body while he just leaned back enjoying the attention in his tweaked little mind, I looked up as Duke pulled his mouth away leaving a trail of spit that dribbled down onto the lads big cushion pecs and grinned as the kids glazed eyes bulged as Duke pulled off his swimsuit and showed his fat ebony cock to the boy, Duke bucked his hips making his cock swing and bob with a clear glob on precum forming at his piss slit, he stood closer and Bobby licked his lips “like that black meat chicky?” bobby exhaled a deep breath, nodded reaching up to take it in his hand but Duke backed away sitting down in an armchair with his legs spread idly playing with his cock grinning “well it ain’t gonna suck itself chicky, c’mon” I rubbed the kids back “go on son, you know you want to” and smirked as bobby crawled off the sofa and went on his hands and knees over to Duke, my own dick twitched dribbled precum as I watched the lads melon like muscle arse cheeks bob invitingly as he crawled over to Duke, the fact that his tan lines made a perfect little white triangle on his butt just made it look all the more sexy to me, and I thought to myself ‘great target’. Bobby stayed on his knees, grabbing Dukes dick with his hand and leaned forward taking Duke’s dick into his mouth, Duke placed his big hand on Bobby’s head pushing the kids mouth further onto his dick ”that’s it white boy you suck that black daddy dick”. As Bobby moaned as he slurped and sucked on Dukes big knob I stood up shucking my shorts releasing my thick veiny dick and picked up the goody bag, I walked over and winked at Duke as I got down behind the kid dropping the bag and pulling his arse cheeks apart, Bobby groaned and moved to look over his shoulder making Duke sneer “you just keep fucking sucking that cock boy”. I could not help but sigh “beautiful!” as I gazed down on the kids hairless sweet little pink fuckhole, it looks so perfectly innocent, Duke smirked “nice?”, I broadly grinned “fucking lovely my friend”, I ran my finger over the kids pussy hole and was delighted to see it pucker in response, I spat on it and bobby squirmed and groaned and spread his knees as I slid my index finger in the his hot little hole and chuckled “it seems our new pig boy likes his pussy being played with!”, Dukes sneered “fuck yeah” and then pulling the lads mouth of his dick “that right boy, you like things up your shitter”, Bobby moaned “Yes Sir!” before plunging his mouth back onto Dukes dick as I fingered his sweet little cunt. I pulled my finger out of the kids clit and delighted in seeing it pucker and pulse as the boy moaned exasperated that his hole was now empty, I ran my hand over his lovely bubble butt “don’t worry boy you won’t be empty for long” and I opened our goody bag pulling out the Tina enriched jar of lube, I dipped my finger into it getting a nice big scoop of it on my finger before gently applying it only his hole and pushing it inside, digging in deep before removing my finger and picking a nice sized lump of Tina from the goody bag and winking at Duke who place both hands on Bobby's head ready to hold fast. I placed my hand on the small of the boys back and pushed the lump into the boy’s cunt with the other. We held Bobby firm as he bucked and writhed at the lump fizzed and dissolved in his hole, the burn really hit the kid hard, he started sweating profusely and flushed bright red, gagging on Dukes dick, I could feel the boys anal muscles clench and spasm as they tried to expel the Tina, but I kept my finger firmly up the boy butt as the chems were absorbed sneering sternly “stay fucking still slut!”. After a little while the kids breathing started to settle down, and I could feel his pussy relaxing round my finger so I pushed another one in along side making the boy moan and wiggle his butt as I gently finger fucked him and he started to slurp and suck on Dukes fat dick as Duke laughed “fuck yeah pig boy bobby”

Part IV Brent kissed me gently and stood me up, my knees wobbly from nervousness and excitement. He guided me towards the stairs and stopped at the bottom step as his cummy dick pressed against my sloppy hole and he wrapped his arms around me, whispering “You know, you and your boy are both very lucky to have each other.” With that he turned me around to face him and kissed me again, adding “with some couples, one is clearly more interested in joining our Club than the other one, and that can ruin a relationship.” I nodded as he continued saying “this should bring you and your boy closer than ever as you go through this experience together, and it will be my pleasure to be part of that process.” His cock was getting hard again as he turned me around and gestured upstairs. As rough as Brent had been with me, I figured he would be practically raping my boy by now, but I was surprised to hear no sounds at all as we approached the bedroom door. Brent stepped to my side and placed his hand on mine as I turned the handle and opened the door. There, in front of me, on our bed, my boy was face down with a jockstrap shoved in his mouth as a gag. Sam had his ass up in the air as he held his face down and jackhammered into his hole. Only the sound of heavy breathing, balls slapping sweaty ass, and my boy's whimpering filled the room. Sam looked up and grinned at me and Brent. “Good thing Brent leaks a lot! He lubed him up good for me!” I knew then that Brent had fucked him, and bred him with his POZ cum. My boy tried to raise his head to look up, but Sam held it firmly down as he slammed into my boy's hole. Sam continued saying “Yeah, his style is different than mine, but Brent sure can fill 'em up! But so can I!” With that, he fucked hard and then held his hips still as he shot his load deep into my boy's guts, gasping the invitation to me “Get over here and have a look.” Sam pulled his cock out of my boy's ass. His pubes were matted with sticky froth that must have been Brent's toxic load working it's way out of my boy's hole. My boy's ass was red and puffy, and his hole was much more open than I had ever seen it before. Sam grabbed my head and shoved his sticky dick down my throat. “You gonna gag on that cock? Gonna choke on my stick?” I was too busy sucking cum from his dick and swallowing it down to even think about gagging. Sam pulled out and forced my head into my boy's ass. I lapped away as my boy groaned and squirmed around. Sam got behind me and lined up his still-hard cock with my own cummy hole. Sam entered me, and I was glad to have Brent's load in my as lube, or I would have really been in pain. As Sam commenced fucking me hard, Brent got down and swallowed my cock, holding my dick deep in his throat. Meanwhile Sam's pistoning made me more or less fuck Brent's mouth. My boy had rolled over and was working his fingers in and out of his sloppy ass with one hand as he jerked his straining cock with the other. Brent pulled off of my gasping for air and motioned for my boy to take his place. My boy blew me for a minute but Sam's erratic action made it hard for him to wrap his lips around my dick. Instead, he spun around and sunk his ass down onto me. Sam was practically screwing my boy again as it was his thrusts that were fucking us both. It was too much for me to handle, and I fired off, adding my load to the two already deep inside my boy's savaged hole. When I came, my ass spasmed and sent Sam over the edge for the second time in five minutes. I now had two loads oozing out of my ass, at least one of which was POZ. The four of us were covered in sweat. Brent and Sam gave each other a wide grin, and Sam commented “Well, looks like they passed to me.” Brent raised his eyebrows and trailed his fingers from his hairy chest down to his ass as he spread his legs and fingered his own hole. “Almost, but there's still something left. We need to know that they're good tops as well.” Sam eagerly got on his knees and repositioned Brent. They were facing each other across the mattress with their sweaty asses up in the air. Brent took my hand and guided me behind him. Sam wiggled his ass as my boy got the clue that it was his turn to top now. In that moment, I realized that I had never seen my boy top, nor had I even ever heard him talk about it. I worried that he might not be able to get it up. My fears were quickly allayed as he spit on his cock and forcefully slid into Sam's ass. I had my boy's ass juices and my last load to lube me up, and I entered Brent as gracefully as he had entered me less than twenty minutes earlier. Sam squealed louder than expected as my boy returned the hard fuck he had just received. Brent craned his neck to smile up at me, saying “You're doing a great job, but I want to see how good your boy fucks too.” Without any further invitation my boy pulled-out of Sam and we switched places. Sam's ass was chunky for such a fit guy, and I loved rolling his cheeks around in my hands as I plowed into him. Sam and Brent kissed hard as my boy and I locked eyes. He nodded his head as he was ready to cum and fired off inside Brent's ass, and seconds later I blasted my load into Sam. The four of us collapsed onto the bed in a cummy, sweaty heap. About an hour later we had all showered together and cleaned up. We went back downstairs where we each had another cocktail. Brent and Sam gave us paperwork to sign including legal waivers, and also provided the address and time for the next Bare Fuck Club meeting. We knew we wouldn't miss it for the world. We kissed goodbye on the steps and Sam and Brent left. My boy and I fucked again that night. He told me what had happened that evening from his perspective and I did the same. My boy told me that Brent had revealed to him that both Sam and Brent were in fact POZ, as was nearly every member of the Club. Brent had been just as gentle with him as he had been with me. Brent also revealed that he was likely the one to have POZZED Joe. Sam had told him that his specialty was roughing up NEG asses so POZ seed could do it's work. I knew our NEG days were numbered, but it hardly mattered. We were going into this Club together. We were both looking forward into our Bare Fuck Club initiation.

“Good answer boy, now I think, considering how quickly you ran down here, that you don’t wanna wait any longer then you have to to get my cock up your tight boy hole, do you?” “No I don’t.” “Bend over,” he growled in my ear. I did as he commanded, and my heart began to pound. I had only been fucked once before and though I didn’t know how big this man’s cock was it was certainly bigger then the little pencil cock I had taken before and now it seemed like he was gonna go in my hole raw and dry. I was almost starting to panic when I felt something warm and wet press against my hole. I looked back and saw the man on his knees, spreading my ass with his hands his face buried between my cheeks. A few guys had rimmed me before but nothing like this, the stubble on his face rubbed against my cheeks sending waves of pleasure through my body as his tongue darted across my hole. I moaned loudly and arched my back, pressing my ass into him. I felt his tongue slowly working my hole open flicking in and out over and over again till finally my hole seemed to just open wide under the warm wet assault. Then a finger pressed into my hole and again I moaned. This man knew how to open up a boy’s hole and put him in heat at the same time. I felt sweat running down my back as I began to try and fuck myself on the two fingers he now had in my hole. He chuckled and added a third. I was in heaven, this was everything I had wanted it to be. He clearly hadn’t showered sense breeding the twink because the smell of sex already hung heavy in the air as he gradually opened my hole up for his cock. “Fuck me, please, God, breed my hole!” I began to bed and he twisted four fingers in and out of my now well-loosened hole. “You want me to knock you up boy? Fill your hole with my seed?” “Yes please. Fuck me and dump your load in me!” I was in a frenzy bucking back on to his four fingers. Then suddenly the were gone and I felt empty for a split second before something new and blunt pressed against my hole. I knew it was his cock as soon as I felt it and I held my breath in anticipation. Slowly he began to press his cock head against my hole, which still even after all the stretching felt like it was never going to accommodate his massive cock. He and I both knew that that was not an option however, and I began to push back on his cock willing it to pop inside my hole. When it did I gasped and stars burst in front of my eyes. He began to press the rest of his cock inside of me, spitting on his cock and my hole occasionally for more lube. I tried to take long slow breaths but soon found myself panting from lust. Once he was all the way inside of me he only gave me a moment to get used to his cock before he started to fuck me in earnest. With long slow strokes he pulled his cock out right to the tip and then just as slowly slid the whole thing back in again till his balls rested against mine. I smiled and pushed my ass back against him, I couldn’t get enough of this man’s perfect cock. His pace steadily began to quicken till he was hammering away at me and the room was filled with the sounds of flesh slamming into flesh and my ever increasing whimpering of pleasure. “You like having that hole fucked my a man’s cock, boy?” “YES! Don’t stop!” “I wanna see your face when I breed your hole. Get on the table.” He pulled out of my hole and pushed me forward towards the kitchen table, which I quickly laid on my back on and tossed my legs in the air. In a few seconds his cock was back in my hole and the onslaught had began again. I held onto my ankles for dear life as he hammered away. In this new position his cock was hitting a different spot in my ass and I felt my own cock tingling, suddenly without my having touched it at all cum began to rocket from my cock. I shook with the violence of my own orgasm, my ass must have tightened around the man’s cock because he suddenly growled and slammed his cock balls deep in my hole. “Take my fucking load boy.” I couldn’t believe it I could feel his cock pulsing in my hole; I could feel him shooting his load. “Oh my god,” I panted. “You like taking my load boy?” “Fuck yes.” “You want another?” “Load?” “Yes another load boy.” “When?” “Now.” “Hell fucking yes. Breed me again!” Then without ever pulling out of my hole he began to fuck me again. I took three loads from him in the kitchen that afternoon. I spent most of my time at his house for the rest of the three weeks my parents were gone, taking load after load after load from this gorgeous man. Even once my parents came home I would sneak over to his place at least four times a day never wanting to be without his cum in my guts.

As a botom, there have been times I have taken cock raw then had second thoughts and asked the top not to cum inside me. Only once has the top listened to my request - if a bottom lets it in bare he should be prepared from that moment on to get bred.