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** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** ************************************************************************************************************************* He was seated at the bar, drinking with a couple of guys. From his loud laughter, and the silly things he was blurting out, as well as his overall behavior, it was clear to me he was quite drunk. But on the other hand, he was quite sexy. He was, of course, young, no doubt just over 18. The guys recognized him being intoxicated and touched him inappropriately all the time. They grabbed his ass or rubbed his junk while passing him by. He never complained about it. He just grinned like a fool, feeling probably flattered to be the center of the attention. So I tried my luck and ordered a drink at the bar and while standing close to the drunk twink I let my hand slip into his low hip jeans on his backside and my middle finger moved downwards between his ass cheeks, just to find his hole. I pressed my finger against his hole and he relaxed it and let me pass his sphincter. What a slut, I thought to myself. I gave him a cheeky grin and then went back to the two fellows I was with that night. We were all biohazard stallions and we were, let’s put it this way, interested in the youthful guy. He blinked at me and then moved to the back area, where the darkroom was. My mates fist bumped me and cheered, while I got up from my chair I told them to be nearby, in case…. Getting into the backroom my eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. I saw him wandering about, but I doubted he would actually be notice all the guys lurking about. The risk was too high, that another dick would grab him first and so I hurried up and greeted him with my low voice. He tried to focus me and then showed a foolish smile asking me, if I was the guy fingering outside. I laughed and nodded to that. “You know… I think I had a drink too much and all the jocks look the same to me. Just a big bulge…..” he claimed. “Oh that’s okay…. you are nothing more than a hole to me.” I replied and although my answer was quite reducing him he flashed another smile. “How about three big cocks?” I asked him referring to my two friends. “I guess it would be okay, but we have to play safe. Okay? My boyfriend is out of town and we are faithful to each other. FAITHFUL (in a loud voice). That’s why you can’t fuck me, but it is okay to fuck me now….” he babbled. Such a wasted guy… I signaled my friends to attend me and so they appeared out of the darkness and greeted the teen. “Hey guys – can I touch your bulges to see if you are well endowed?” he asked us. He massaged each of our bulges and seemed to be satisfied to feel 9+ inches of hard cock meat. We looked for a dark corner and there we turned him around, so that he faced the wall. I opened his jeans and lowered them. They fell to the ground and revealed a beautiful round ass. “Don’t forget the condom” he whispered. “Of course not, but let me first finger you. Get you ready for my fat dick.” I suggested and used a bit lube on my fingers and entered his hole with three fingers at once. I crouched behind him, to get a good angle to finger fuck him roughly. He was moaning and enjoyed it obviously. After a while I used only my index finger and my middle finger to actually scratch him from the inside, while pulling my fingers out. I repeated it over and over again and he complained about the growing pain. I told him that I had to prepare him for the hard fuck, but that I would soon been done. I had to rely on my handy work and so I got up and started lubing up my dick. “Sorry guys… but I can’t get hard. Too much alcohol I guess” he giggled. “Never mind, just let us charge your cunt up and we are gone anyway” I replied. “Give him some poppers” I told one of my friends. He handed the boy the brown bottle and told him to use it. “How?” he asked seriously. “I don’t do drugs” he added. “That’s not a drug baby, it is something to inhale to make you feel horny for cocks” I explained. You can keep the bottle afterwards, in case you want to enjoy some other gentlemen dicks in here. “The condom on your cock already?” he asked while he opened the bottle with a ‘plop’ and then sniffed at the bottle opening, while a pal pressed against his other nose opening. ‘Whoooosh’ “Oh my…. oh fuck…. what is this…..” he stuttered. My friends helped him stay on his feet. I parted his ass cheeks in the meanwhile and entered his soft asshole raw. “Oh fuck, this is it…. oh it feels so good. man…. fuck me hard…. fuck me hard into my pussy” he moaned. We made him inhale more of the poppers and every time he was almost freaking out and begging me to fuck deeper into his body. Of course I rammed my whole cock hard into him. This wasn’t supposed to be a romantic affair. This was hardcore POZ fucking. I fucked my dick hard into his hole, trying to inflict even more damage with every thrust I could muster. “You want to get your slut ass charged?” I whispered into his ears, while he experienced one rush after another. He nodded only “Tell me loud, that I can charge your cunt up” I advised him with my low and calm voice. “Fuck me hard into my ass…. (and then louder) Charge my slut ass up” he exclaimed. I grunted and held him by the shoulders, while I was speed-fucking him now. This put me over the edge and my toxic semen erupted inside his ass. My cock gushed five times and I kept on fucking him, to make sure my seed would infiltrate his body soon. After I pulled my cock out, I pretended I would get rid of the condom and stuffed my dick back into my jeans. My pal was next and I told him, while taking his place, to think about the condom. “Yes…. safety first please…. I don’t want to get sick by these…. sick…. bastards….” he repeated himself and took another good whiff. “I think there is enough lube left in there” my friend said with a smirking face. Without hesitance he entered the twink’s ass, who had one POZ load already inside his body…

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 5) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Davis was on the floor, trying to avoid the beating. I stood above him, with two of my pals and we were swinging our belts and hit his body in every possible spot. He trashed around, but had no chance to escape the whipping. The scene was filmed by the 4th guy and he switched between close ups of the welts appearing all over Davis’ body and the scenery from afar. So we could enjoy those minutes again and again later on. We showed no mercy. It was like the warming up before the main event. Our cocks stood out proud and hard, just wishing the rape would start right now. Davis was not screaming at the moment. It was more or less just grunting. He clenched his teeth and almost seemed out of this world. And again the lad tried to flee from the pain and the violence. He simply fainted on us. We were so in motion, that we didn’t notice it at first. Out of breath we stopped our attack. “You brought us a nice piece of meat” someone said. “Wake him up” I said coldly. Another bucket of cold water was splashed over his head. He gasped for air and looked around disorientated. “No more…” were his first words. “No more…” he repeated again. “No more… beating” I said. “No more…” I stressed my words and crouched next to him. “Move your body to the bed” I whispered to Davis. “Move your fucking body to the bed and spread your fucking legs so we can start ripping your ass open.” with that I got up again and gave the lad a little nudge with my boots to make him more cooperative. Slowly he crawled to one of the beds, accompanied by our booted feet, showing him the right way. Every muscle in his body was tensed. It was such a great moment, hearing his soft sobbing, realizing he wanted to crawl away from us, but we gave him little kicks, so it would be easier for him to find our love nest. We grinned at each other and jerked our cocks slowly. “Good boy” I teased him Davis looked around scared, when he got onto the bed. “On your back cunt and spread those damn legs” I growled. Davis assumed position, but didn’t look all too happy about it. “Now… Davis… wouldn’t it be nice, if you would repeat the words you used, when you contacted me?” I asked soothingly. “About getting fucked?” he asked timidly. “About everything…” I answered loudly. “Tell us how you wanted to be raped and your cunt busted.” The 18 year old boy shook his head. “You better tell us…” I warned him. “I… I wanted to be raped. I… I wanted my cunt destroyed *sniffs* I needed hard cock….” Davis mumbled. “Exactly and now a little bit louder and say it in a way, that we believe it.” I ordered him to tell us the things a second time. Before that, I told my pals to assemble on the bed, next to our little rape toy and let him stroke our cocks and lick two cockheads, while the 5th fellow would film this great scene. Davis looked around, not knowing how to react. While Davis got a zoom up, jacking us off or lick our dickheads we gave him the opportunity to look straight into the cam and tell us his deepest desires. “I…. *sob* I… want to be raped.” “I am a useless cunt and need to be destroyed” Tears ran down his face while he praised his hole to be torn apart and to be fucked bloodily. “Good cunt…. we will give you, what you were looking for.” and we fist bumped each other, while using insults on the lad. “So let’s get started. You must be delirious already” I laughed cruelly. I went between the guys legs and arranged his legs to be on my shoulder. Davis tried to push me away, but I was a lot stronger than this helpless little twink. “Someone hand me the lube….” I demanded. It was a lot commotion going on now. Davis felt my cock nestling against his tiny hole, already probing to gain entrance. He wasn’t happy about it and tried to push me away. “Lube….” I shouted and tried to get the boy under control. “Erm… nobody brought lube with him apparently.” “We need lube…. oh well, spit and blood will do it also I guess….” I mused. “This will hurt lad, but it will hurt you more, that it will hurt me” I cackled gleefully. “As soon as you bleed, my cock will glide more easily into your twat. Don’t worry….” I added. “Maybe this will help?” someone said. A guy came out of the bathroom, holding a used toothbrush in his hand. He looked at the men… They looked at me… I looked at Davis… “We need to get your hole bloody…” I told him truthfully. Suddenly Davis understood the concept and started wailing…

I finally got to play out one of my fantasies yesterday afternoon. I've always wanted to pick up one of the illegal Latinos who hang out in front of the local nursery, Home Depot and Loews, looking to get hired to undertake work in one's yard or home. As I drove into my local nursery yesterday, the usual group of nearly a dozen Latinos hanging near the entrance to the parking lot. A cute, buff, dark-skinned Mexican guy in his early 20's caught my eye. Not only was he naturally dark skinned, it was obvious the hours he had spent out in the hot Las Vegas sun had given him a very dark tan. Apparently he realized I was checking him out, as he motioned to me and smiled as I drove past him en route to the parking lot. Still I drove past him, parked and went into the nursery where I selected a Mediterranean Fan Palm that I wanted to plant in my yard. It was in a large 10 gallon container. Two nursery workers lifted it into my SUV, but I realized once I arrived home I wouldn't be able to lift it out, let alone maneuver it to the location where I wanted to plant it. In addition, it occurred to me the record breaking heat here in the desert was so severe that I really wasn't looking forward to digging a hole and planting the bugger, so, just as I drove out of the parking lot, I stopped at the curb in front the guy who had flashed me a smile, and, rolling down my passenger side window I hollered "Hey! You looking for work?" He walked over to my car and stuck his head in my window asking "Si. What you need me to do?" "I need help planting this palm. Can you do that?" "Si." "Would you do it for $40?" "For $50 I will have my cousin, Eduardo help me. We will get it done quick for you. I'm Jessie. My cousin and I work good for you." He motioned for his cousin to come over to my car. Eduardo looked to be close to the same age, a little taller, perhaps 5'9", 150 pounds. He, like his cousin, was wearing a long sleeved shirt over a black wife beater tee-shirt, jeans and heavy boots. With a floppy flannel cowboy hat on to protect from the brutal Vegas sun. Eduardo didn't say anything, but flashed me a handsome smile as he peered into my car window. "Deal. Hop in," I said. Both guys jumped into my back seat and we took off for my home a few miles away. I was a bit nervous, having two strangers climb into my car. But, it was also exciting. I was entering the 'unknown'. We reached my home in about 15 minutes. I let them both out on my driveway, then I pulled all the way into my shaded garage and unlocked the back of my SUV. I jumped out and pulled open the back of the car and they both pulled the palm out of the car. "Where you want it?" Jessie asked. I walked over to the area I wanted the palm planted and pushed some of the landscape rock away to mark the spot. Jessie and Eduardo lifted the palm and brought it to where I wanted it planted. "I'll show you where my shovels and other garden tools are in my garage. Follow me." Leading the two guys into my garage, I pulled out two shovels, showed them where my potting soil and palm food was, explaining I wanted mixed with the dirt that they dug up when planting. I pulled the hose out for them and then told them I'd be in the house if they needed me. DAMN! The temp was 113 degrees. I felt bad for them out there in that heat. But I made a big jug of ice water. Took that and some cups out to them. By now, both had taken off their long sleeve shirts and were in their wife beater tee shirts. These cousins looked more like brothers. Similar in size, build and muscles. Eduardo was definitely the taller of the two, perhaps by two inches, but other than that, they could almost be twins. They even dressed alike. It took about 35 minutes for them to dig the hole and plant the tree. I'd looked out my front window a few times to check on their progress and to check out their hot bodies. Once they were done I could hear them putting the shovels and other planting tools back where I got them in my garage. Then Jessie knocked on my door from the garage. "We're done, Senor. You want to look?" he asked. I followed them back to the palm. They had done a great job and had put all the ground cover rock back around the tree. "Nice job, guys. Thanks. Would you like a beer?" I asked as I opened my door from the garage and invited them in. "Gracias, but we're really dirty, Senor. We shouldn't come in," Jessie replied. "Nonsense. Take off your boots. You'll be fine. Come in." I held the door open and both guys hesitantly came into my cool home. "Gracias, Senor. It feel nice and cool in here." I motioned for them to take a seat at my table as I pulled a couple of beers from the fridge. I handed them the cold beers and they downed them instantly. The heat had gotten to them. Who knows how many hours they had been standing out in front of the store before they came to work for me. Reaching back into the fridge I grabbed two more beers which I gave to Eduardo and Jessie. They gladly accepted the offer. Then I pulled out a bottle of Patron from my pantry and poured each of us a shot of Patron. "Oh, no, Senor. I have to work," Eduardo laughed. Up until now, Jessie had been the only one to talk. "Nonsense. Drink up," I replied as I downed the Patron. Both guys did the same and we downed the second beers a bit more slowly. "Thank you so much, guys. I appreciate your help. Good job. Would you both like to rinse off in my shower before I take you back? You'll feel so much better to get that dirt off you and cool down in a cool shower," I suggested. "Oh, no, Senor. We're good," Jessie protested. "No. Really. Take a quick rinse in the shower. You'll feel more like going back to work in that hot sun." I urged. Both guys looked at each other, puzzled at least at first, but then Eduardo looked up at me, smiled, saying "Gracias, Senor. I like that." I got up and told them to follow me to the master bedroom. I have a large master with a big king sized bed. And an overstuffed leather love seat and ottoman in front of the large screen TV at the opposite side of the room. I walked into the master bathroom and pulled out a couple of bath towels and washcloths from the cabinet. And put them on the edge of the tub, next to the shower. Then I came back into the bedroom and told them to go ahead and shower. Eduardo wasn't shy. He quickly stripped his clothes off. He was sporting a nice uncut dick of about six inches, sporting an ample foreskin which was draped over his cock head. Stepping into my shower he turned on the water as I took a seat on the loveseat, which gave me a direct view of the bathroom mirror in which I could see Eduardo soaping up his beautiful, brown, naked body. "Have a seat, Jessie," I said as I patted the cushion next to me on the loveseat. "I'm too dirty to sit on your couch," Jessie protested. "Well, take your clothes off, then. You're going to need to to shower, anyway," I suggested, flashing him a friendly smile. Jessie began to undress. He seemed very nervous and awkward, but he stripped to his boxers and came over to sit next to me on the sofa. His body was also nicely toned from all his hard labor. I flipped on the TV in front of us, immediately punching in the channel number for one of the straight softcore porn channel which I could get on cable tv. A beautiful, blonde, busty woman was on the screen sucking off a black guy. "Oh, shit!", I laughed. "Got the fuck channel on here. Want me to change the channel? Or do you want to watch?'' I asked him with a smile on my face. "It okay," Jessie replied, his eyes glued to the TV. Eduardo, meanwhile, finished showering and stepped out of the shower to towel off. Standing in the doorway to the bathroom he could clearly see the TV screen, and his eyes were also glued to the TV, even as he toweled himself dry. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him wrap the towel around his waist as he stepped back into the bedroom to retrieve his clothing. A very visible rise under his towel was very evident: he was getting a hard on. I turned and patted Jessie's thigh suggesting "Your turn for the shower," as I viewed the bulge which, like his cousin's, was quite evident. He stood and pulled his boxers down as a nearly full on erection bounced up in front of him. He quickly went into the bathroom and climbed into the shower. Eduardo took his towel off and continued to dry off with the towel. His cock now standing straight out in front of him. He blushed a bit as he saw me staring at his cock. I stood and walked over to Eduardo. He stopped toweling off and stood there naked and hard in front of me. I reached over and took his hard cock into my hand. He didn't move. Nor move to push me away. So, I dropped to my knees and began to suck on his foreskin. His cock tasted sweet and clean from the shower. I pushed him back so that he then sat on the edge of the bed and again began to suck on his cock. He was fully hard and my lips pushed his foreskin back from his cockhead. I sucked on his cock, taking it to the back of my throat. Then I lifted his legs and sucked his balls. He moaned. Then I licked down to his asshole and licked it. He moaned louder. Just then, I heard the shower turn off. Jessie stepped out of the shower and began to dry off. He could see back into the bedroom and saw his cousin, still naked, laying on his back, his legs to his chest, with my face buried in his cousin's ass. Jessie said something to his cousin in Spanish. His cousin answered back in Spanish. They conversed for a moment, then Jessie walked over to us. His cock also growing to full hardness. I motioned for Jessie to sit next to his cousin on the bed. I then took turns sucking on each man's cock and balls. Finally I stood up. "Eduardo. Get on my bed and kneel on it. I wanna eat your ass." Eduardo got onto the bed and knelt on it. His ass to my face. I knelt on the edge of the bed and put my face to Eduardo's ass and began to eat his hole. I then spit on my fingers and smeared my asshole with the spit. I did that several times. Then went back to eating Eduardo's brown, puckered hole. I felt Jessie feeling my ass and fingering my hole. Then I heard and felt him spit on my hole. Before putting his cock up to it and push in. He quickly plopped into my hole and began to fuck. I ate Eduardo for several minutes. Then he turned and laid back on the bed as I sucked his cock. Jessie fucked me hard and deep for about 10 minutes, before he groaned and slammed deep into me, filling my ass with his load. Like a well rehearsed team, as soon as Jessie pulled his cock from me, Eduardo climbed off the bed and rammed his cock into my hole, requiring only about five of pounding before he deposited a his load, my second of the day, into my hole. As soon as Eduardo came in me, he pulled out and quickly began to dress. Jessie was already dressed. When we were all presentable, we silently walked to the door leading to my garage where they pulled on their work boots as I locked-up the house. Then we all climbed into the car and I drove them back to the nursery where I had picked them up. As we got there, I pulled the cash from my pocket. We had agreed on $50 for both. But I handed each of them $50 saying "Gracias." "Gracias, Senor," Jessie said. "We be here if you need more work," Eduardo said, a smile on his face. "We work for you again." "Gladly", I replied, as I pulled away and they walked back to their group of buddies. I wonder if they would tell the other guys what had happened. I got my tree planted and my ass filled with two Latino loads. Quite a productive afternoon.

It was years ago and I can’t remember where I read it, but someone once wrote that at some point you’ll get to a certain age, and you won’t give a damn that you’re being fucked by guys half your age, guys twice your age, guys young enough to be your son or old enough to be your father. I got to that place pretty quick in life! A few days ago I was in the city centre and jumped on Grindr, but didn’t really see anyone about. I sat down in a quiet spot to see if anyone might turn up. After about 3 minutes, I get a message – check the profile: cute lad, 18, black hair, vers btm and a rower (I think to myself… hmm, strong hands!)… 55 metres away… Him: Hi. You’re close. Horny? Me (liking that he’s upfront) : Yeah. Up for being fucked. Him: Cool. Shall I come over? It slowly dawns on me that the young guy with the headphones sitting barely 20 metres away is this guy. He’s obviously seen me and messaged… So obviously I say yeah. He’s kinda nervous and laid-back at the same time. Guessing because he’s vers btm and I want to be fucked. We’re both wondering where to go, somewhere quiet, because it’s late afternoon in the city centre. Quiet spots are hard to come by… but I know a place about 10 mins walk away. It’s a dead-end alleyway or maintenance access path next to a building not far from a busy public footpath. A bit risky, but is he up for it? Apparently yeah. Well it takes about ten minutes to get there – filled with occasional conversation, but to be honest, we’re both just about the fuck, so this is just killing time – and once there, we scope it out a bit, decided its fine. I lead him down the path and immediately drop my jeans to my ankles (I’m going commando) and pull my vest top over my shoulders so I’m basically naked. ‘I don’t kiss, is that ok?’ he says. Fine. He grabs my cock and runs his hand down my body but I’m already opening his jeans and pulling out his cock. Drop to my knees quickly and slip it into my mouth. It tastes good, about 7.5 inches and quite girthy… I think I’m gonna enjoy this. I suck for a bit and look up, but I can see he’s getting worried about the surroundings, so I use the mixture of spit and precum in my mouth to lube my ass up, then stand up. I think if we stay too long he might get too nervous to fuck. I give him a few reassuring smiles then spin around and present my ass. He slides in quite easily, and starts fucking slow. I remember he’s a vers btm so I wonder how much experience he’s had being a top, but his cock feels good in my ass as he makes long slow strokes with his cock. Pulls almost out with only the head of his cock inside me, and then slowly pushing in as deep as he can, and then repeats, with a slow rhythm of three or four seconds. I normally like it fast and rough but this is interesting. I’m starting to feel good. He’s switching on my buttons now, and I’m starting to get all over body shivers rippling in the long, slow rhythm he takes. This feels new! His extra girth means I am starting to feel him swell inside me as well, and I notice that the rhythm picks up, but not fast or frantic. I’m normally used to the rhythm of a top picking up speed before a cumshot, but the thought occurs to me – and it makes me smile – this guy is rowing his cock into me! This is a rower’s rhythm! I arch my back a little to let him in a little deeper, maybe to encourage him to go faster, but his rhythm is at about once every two to three seconds now, and then suddenly a big warmth inside me. I’m not used to his rhythm so it’s an unexpected cumshot… but of course always welcome. He thrusts in real deep and stops dead, and I feel his stationary cock pulse three or four times inside me with more warm rushes in my ass and belly as he does so. Fuck it’s hot! A week later, even thinking about it, I still have the memory of his pulsing cock in my ass, shooting his cum into me. We’ve been quiet up to now, because of the nearby footpath, but I can’t resist – ‘oh fuck yeah! Fuck I can feel you cumming in me!’ I say, pretty loudly – as he picks up the rhythm again and fucks me for a bit longer, before slowly pulling out. I turn around and see him grinning from ear to ear, looking pretty satisfied with himself. He should be. ‘That’s only the second time I’ve ever done that,’ he says. ‘Guess you liked it, then.’ ‘Fuck yeah!’ I reply enthusiastically ‘You’re good at that!’ We get dressed… well, I get dressed, he just pops his cock back in. He looks like he wants to say something. As we’re walking away back into public, he asks, somewhat circumspectly ‘Is there any advice you’ve got, y’know, about topping a guy?’ My reply is simple: ‘Just do what you did. Because wow!’ …and then we go our separate ways.

Bean Bag Toss: Isaiah’s dick spurted and my ass slurped up his POZ load. Just like the night before, he rolled off me and as soon as he did his brother Zeke slammed back in. “What’s that now boy?” Zeke asked, “How many loads you got in there. One from Walt. One from me. One from my little brother. Good thing we in the country boy as you’re just a fucking AIDS pig for your daddies aren’t you.” I gave a little snort and grunt and Zeke laughed. “TAKE MY AIDS DICK BOY - SHOW DADDY HOW HUNGRY THAT HOLE. YOU A HUNGRY HOLE? FUCK THAT’S WARM AND SLICK AND TIGHT. YOU GOING TO OBEY YOUR DADDY? FUCK WHO I TELL YOU? DO WHAT I TELL YOU? GOOD BOY - THAT’S A GOOD BOY - HERE YOU GO BOY - SOME MORE DADDY’S AIDS COTTON CUM CANDY JUST FOR YOU!” Back out at the little table Zeke lit up a joint and chuckled as I crawled underneath. I couldn’t help it. I had to feel his dick. Touch it. Taste it. Savor that POZ drip he seemed to constantly produce. “Come up now,” Zeke said, “Here, swallow this pill. Don’t matter what it is, just do as daddy orders. Good boy. I need to wake up sleeping beauty back there and while I do, you get dressed. We need to run an errand.” Isaiah was still groaning and growling when I followed Zeke out of the camper trailer. He had on his tattered camo baseball cap, but had put on a clean pair of pants and fresh t-shirt. The carnival was crowded and in full swing and I could hear laughter, voices, music, and the whirr of rides and activity as we made our way towards the back fence and into a closed off parking lot. Zeke stopped beside a cobalt blue car and gingerly rubbed the spotless hood. “This here’s my baby,” he said affectionately. I’ve never been a car guy and just said, “It looks nice.” Zeke looked at me, pinched the unfiltered cigarette he was smoking between his thumb and forefinger, “Get over here boy,” he said. I walked around, he put his left arm around my shoulder and bent forward, “This is not NICE - this - this fucking car is a God damn American work of art. A 1966 Chevy Impala. Get in.” The car rumbled to life, the tires spit gravel as we pulled out, and Zeke smiled as we hit the road. “Few things in life make your daddy happy boy. Weed. Beer. Some good ass to breed and POZ. And my baby here. Fuck listen to that purr - sort of sounds like when I hit that prostate just right.” I rubbed my hands on the leather seats, the chrome fixtures, and laughed as the wind whipped through the open window. Zeke reached over and patted my thigh, “You feeling good yet?” I nodded. He said, “Yeah that’s the Molly kicking in.” We got on the highway and went several miles before Zeke pulled off into a rest area. He parked down near the far end by a big semi trailer. There were a few others cars there, but none close. He walked around to the driver’s side door and pounded on it. He pounded again. A small light shone inside the cab, a man peered out, gave a quick wave, then ducked back in. Zeke leaned against the side of the tractor, unzipped his pants, “Get on your fucking knees boy and suck my dick.” I didn’t bother to stop when I heard the door open to the cab and a man mumble as he stepped down the ladder. “Christ Zeke,” he said, “You trying to get yourself arrested or some shit? Doing that right out here where those cars going by can see? What if someone walks this way.” Zeke just laughed, “Well then they’ll see my boy pleasing his daddy. Now boy, I bet old Kennie here’s got a bladder full of trucker piss. Open that mouth and swallow that shit for him like I taught you.” Kennie started to object, but with a, “Oh hell,” unzipped his jeans, fished out a nice mushroom headed dick, and let me have it. Kennie sighed as he finished pissing, stepped back, “Damn, look what you gone and done now.” Zeke just laughed, “Oh don’t worry about that none Kennie. I know how much you like those sloppy truck stop whore cunts so I made sure the boy’s ass pussy is good and wet for you. Go on now, climb up in there and make my buddy here feel good. I got me a joint to smoke. Go on now - and Kennie - trust me - you’ll enjoy that raw ass and you’ll feel much more like handling business once your mind can focus.” Zeke laughed as I smiled and felt a rush of horniness wash over me. There was something fucking hot about this AIDs daddy just pimping me out to other men. Kennie had one of those extra big sleepers on his tractor, one that you can actually stand up in, with a pretty good size bed. He zipped the closure shut, quickly got undressed, and I licked my lips at this hairy daddy trucker. His dick was a damn good size. He reached into a cubby hole and pulled out this weird pear shaped black thing that he slid down over his dick then tucked his balls through it was well. It looked like a cock ring, but with an extra shelf on the front that his balls rested on, which pushed them almost right up beside his shaft. I pulled my shorts off and climbed up on the bed. Kennie climbed up behind me, laid on my back, rolled back and forth a little as his dick hardened, then slid a couple fingers up my ass. “Yeah, you’re kinda slick, but I like a dripping wet pussy. Hold still.” With the light still on he reached into another cubby, pulled out a dirty white bottle with a long tip on the end and I squirmed when he jammed the tip in and squeezed. It was cool, and made me feel like I had to go. Kennie slid right up my ass with no problem. SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT. My ass made sloppy wet noises every time he thrust inside me. Kennie kept rolling forward with his thrusts, trying to stretch my ass chute and then I realized the more he rolled back and forth, the more his cock ring/platform thingy was pushing his balls down beside his shaft. Kennie pushed harder, rolled, thrusted, pushed, then leaned a bit on his right side and thrust and PLOP - his right ball squeezed and slipped inside my ass ring. Kennie grabbed my shoulders, pushed, rolled, thrusted, then leaned a bit on his left side and PLOP - his left ball slipped in. Whatever discomfort Kennie might have felt must have quickly passed as we were both moaning in pleasure. “FUCK ME DADDY TRUCKER - FUCK ME!” I begged. Kennie slid his hands off my shoulders and covered my mouth, “Shhh, no talking. Just moan baby - moan for me - fucking your wet cunt - fucking you good. Fucking your wet sloppy cunt. That’s it baby - spread those legs open, let me hit that G spot - fucking your cunt baby - fucking it - fucking it - HELL YEAH YOU MAKING ME SHOOT BABY - SHOOTING IN YOU GOOD - WHEW - YES!” Kennie’s balls pulsed and throbbed as he bred me and it was the strangest sensation like having two little earthquakes happening inside me. Slowly, ever so slowly, his dick softened and out slid his shaft, deflated balls, and a cascade of whatever he had squirted up my hole for lube. I started to apologize for making a mess, but Kennie, now looking ashamed and embarrassed, just shook his head and said, “We best get back outside and get you and Zeke on your way.” Back in the parking lot, Zeke and Kennie spoke in hushed tones. Kennie unlocked a small compartment on the side of the tractor and pulled out a red, plastic cooler with a white top and handed it to Zeke. The car trunk was opened, they stood behind it a minute and concluded whatever business they had to do as I wandered a bit amongst the small trees, and looked to the south as lightning lit up the sky. I hustled back to the car as Zeke motioned me over, we both got in, got back on the highway and a couple miles down pulled off, turned, crossed over, and headed back the way we had come to the carnival. “Did you have fun? Zeke asked, “Did you like taking dick like that for your daddy? I don’t know if Kennie’s got a POZ load or not, but I know he has fucked every truck stop whore between hear and Sioux Falls and Chicago and Denver. He usually hauls for the Hormel plant and we keep in touch as he’s a good runner for me. Keeps me restocked on whatever shipments I need and well, today your ass was just a tidy thanks.” I looked over at Zeke as some of the ash from his cigarette blew off and sailed into the back of the car. “Fuck Jesus,” he swore as he swiped at his shirt. I laughed then asked, “Can we pull over a minute. I think I need to go.” Zeke eased the car off the highway shoulder and I barely had gotten out before I had to squat and let loose. Christ, whatever Kennie had shot into my ass for lube sure didn’t want to wait around. Zeke tossed me some napkins from the glove box, and they were more than enough to get me set. We pulled into the gravel lot just as the first pelts of rain began to fall. Thunder boomed, lightning peeled, lights flickered and the wind gusted. The rain came quick and fast and Zeke just laughed as we both ran for his camper trailer. He threw the door opened, bounded in, me close behind. Who the fuck were they? Isaiah was sitting at his normal spot at the table. Across from him, holding a hand of cards, was a guy who looked about my age, but that was the only normal thing about him. He had a number of colorful tattoos up and down his arms, his neck, half his face and scalp. Two silver metal spikes protruded from his forehead like little horns and his ear lobes hung low, stretched by large, black spikes. His eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, cheeks, lip, and more were pierced too. Fucking hell! I looked from him to the other stranger who was standing but hunched over. Isaiah was big; this guy was a giant and all muscle with biceps as thick as my thighs. Zeke shook himself, grabbed a t-shirt off a pile of clothes in the corner, started to towel himself dry and said, “That there’s Mr. Montana and that’s Rico - Rico Suave. Two more from the freak show.” Rico turned and smiled and showed a line of teeth sharpened into fangs and I gasped a little when he stuck out his tongue - it was split and forked like a snake. I hate snakes. Zeke laughed, “Come on boy. Let them finish their game. Come on in back and let’s dry off and get a smoke. Montana? Come in back with us. I got something you may like.” The three of us got through half a joint and I had popped a pill when the trailer shook. The storm had moved in full force and the windows rattled and rain pelted the roof and Zeke left out with Isaiah and Rico to make sure things were shut down and buttoned up. They had barely left the trailer before Mr. Montana stood up, unzipped his dick and told me to squat over his shaft and sit on it if I wanted a good dicking. Although he insisted on wearing a condom, I decided I had to have that donkey dick as it was so big and my ass was so hungry. I agreed to take it covered and with some extra spurts of lube we were off to the races. I then wondered where the fuck they made condoms that size. He was a good deal bigger than the brother daddies and it hurt like a son of a bitch going in, but he didn’t let that stop him in the least. Before long I had him balls deep and while I tried to pull off when the guys came back, Mr. Mountain held my hips firm and bounced me up and down his rod. Zeke just laughed when he pulled the curtain back and slipped into the bedroom with us. He stripped, dried off, lit a new joint, and sat on the edge of the bed, sharing the joint between us, and jacking his dick as he watched Mr. Mountain dig me out. While the curtain was closed, it clearly sounded from the grunts and noise coming from the front that Rico and Isaiah had decided to forgo the card game too. I felt a little jealous. Didn’t have a right to I guess, but I did. Once again Zeke seemed like he could read my mind. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” he said as he waved the lit joint towards the front, “It’s just a little fun between friends - ain’t that right Montana? You see Rico is Montana’s boy. Now Montana, let my boy here get on his hands and knees so you can really power fuck his ass. Be the fuck God you are - make my boy praise and worship you while he slobbers on my dick.” A little repositioning and Zeke was sitting with his back against the far wall, his legs open, with me on my hands and knees between them sucking his dick as Mr. Montana fucked me. He was hunched over my back, slamming my hole, when Zeke straightened up a little and half whispered, “MONTANA, GO AHEAD AND PULL THAT RUBBER OFF. MY BOY WILL TAKE IT RAW AND NOT JUST RAW - YOU CAN SHOOT YOUR NUTT IN HIS ASS TOO. YOU WANT THAT? I KNOW YOU’VE SAID YOU MISS BEING ABLE TO BREED ASS AND TOO BAD FOR RICO. MISSING OUT ON THAT. WE WON’T SAY A WORD WILL WE? NO SEE. MY BOY WILL BE QUIET. THAT’S RIGHT - EASE IT OFF AND SLIDE RIGHT BACK IN. SEE I TOLD YOU YOU’D LIKE THAT - FEELS FUCKING GOOD HUH. NOW ANYTIME YOU NEED TO DIG SOME ASS YOU JUST COME ON BY. MY BOY HERE WILL TAKE YOU RAW EVERY TIME AND HOW ABOUT NEXT TIME, YOU USE JUST SPIT - YEAH JUST SPIT. MAKE HIS HOLE GOOD AND SORE. AND FUCK HIM ON HIS BACK. BREED THAT BOY HOLE - BREED IT MAN - BREED MY BOY - FUCK YEAH MAN - BREED HIS ASS!” Well, apparently I was not the only one who was jealous. After Mr. Mountain put about a quart of cum up my ass, he got dressed, went out front, and as Zeke slid in my cummy hole we heard shouting and arguing. Mr. Montana and Rico were going at it and a shattered glass and slammed door later, Rico was gone. When he came back through the curtain Zeke patted Mr. Montana on the shoulder, “It’s OK man. Let him go. Here - take this pill. Hang with us. We’ll smoke, drink, and fuck the God damn night away. How about that? You want to try spit fucking my boy now? You think you can get it back up?” Three daddy dicks fucked me good that night and I was in pig heaven. The next morning, the skies were still dark and stormy. Zeke and Isaiah took their time rolling out of bed and between a couple of cigarettes, a joint, coffee, and me, they managed to get up and get their day started. Two hours later Zeke and I pulled into the motel where I had been staying. He put the Chevy into park, looked at me, smiled, and asked, “You ready?” My hand shook a bit as I opened the door to the room. The interior was dark, humid, and Zeke pulled the middle of the drapes back to let in a shaft of dim light, “Get that ass up in the air boy. This is how I plan to start every morning from now on. Your hole peaking out, begging for daddy AIDS cum, me smoking, stroking, then fucking the shit out of you good. What do you say boy?” It was natural for me to reply, “Thank you Daddy,” and as I got naked, propped my ass up on a couple pillows facing the window, without a care about who might walk by, I thought back to the chat Zeke, Isaiah, and I had the night before as the three of us lay entwined in the camper bed. Zeke spoke for both the brothers when he said: “Well boy. You’ve proved yourself well these past two nights and we like you. Well enough to say you’re welcome to stay. We ain’t got a whole lot, but can sure promise you as much raw dick, POZ cum, weed and shit as you can handle. Of course, we’d look out for you too. You’d be our boy, but that don’t mean we’re married or shit. Just is what it is - us and you. Oh and well, other folks we tell you to bend over for too. You’d have to work here at the carnival of course, and help us with our shit. Then when the season’s done, you’ll come to the ranch down in Santa Fe. I think you’d like it down there and fuck - I know I’m looking forward to some nasty freak shit I got in mind for you. So what do you say boy, you ready to stay with your AIDs daddies?” I smiled and laughed a bit as of course right at the end of that speech Isaiah figured he needed to fuck me again, so it didn’t take much convincing once his big raw dick was inside me from the back and Zeke was working my nipples on the front. Zeke tapped out his cigarette, spit on his hand, slicked just the head of his dick, then punched my hole. Fuck I loved that. “TAKE THIS AIDS CUM BOY. GOD DAMN GOOD BOY FOR YOUR DADDY. FUCKING POZZING THAT HOLE AND HAVING YOU BENT OVER LIKE THIS MAKES ME THINK I KNOW THE PERFECT FUCKING JOB FOR YOU AT THE CARNIVAL.” I relished the feel of Zekes dirty cum up my ass as we packed my few things and took them out to his car. Before we left, I stopped at the desk and paid my bill, then handed the clerk an envelope to mail - my resignation from work. Back at the carnival the camper trailer was empty and there was a scribbled note from Isaiah letting Zeke know he and Mr. Montana had gone looking for Rico who also apparently had now run off. Fine by me. I was enough of a cum hound for this freak show. Zeke dropped my bags, handed me a bottle of Jungle Juice to tuck into my pocket, then lit a joint for us to share as we walked through the carnival. A few folks were out, cleaning up from the storm and getting things set up for hopefully opening later that afternoon. Zeke appeared to be on good terms with everyone and proudly introduced me as ‘his cousin’. Maybe his ‘preferences’ were not so known after all. Fine by me. We wandered through a set of game booths and stopped in front of one that had several sections to it with a big sign on top, BEAN BAG TOSS. Zeke stooped under the side railing, I followed, then he walked into the back. “Hey Earl, EARL!” No one replied. Zeke took a big hit on the joint, handed it to me, then when he exhaled he said, “Well Earl will show you the ropes. He’s a good guy, but don’t let his gruff exterior push you off. He may look like a little troll from one of them fantasy movies, but he’s good folk. If he was younger, he’d be all over your ass no doubt, so you’re not here for that - not with him anyways - but you are for everyone else.” I looked at him questioningly as Zeke walked to the side of the dim tent and patted a tall, wooden bean bag toss game that was a couple of clowns with holes strategically cut into the wood near their feet, hands, heads, etc… The paint was peeling in spots but Zeke said, “Pull your shorts off and put your ass right to that hole.” I did, he walked around behind it and lined his dick up with my ass. Zeke slid in my cummy hole, “Fuck yeah. So here’s the extra deal. You’ll help Earl run the booth when we don’t need you. I’ll pass the word. If you’re gonna help your daddies out, you got to learn the art of the sale, but first, we need to give folks around here a taste of those doughy mounds you got. I’ll be sending folks by, and when Earl tells you it’s time for a break you’ll put your ass to this hole and take their raw dick. You want that boy?” My affirmation of my new life as his boy was held in three words, “FUCK ME DADDY!” (*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!)

Dying for some seed in my ass today

In search of more poz cum

I am a sub masc asian bottom, handsome, 29 years old and 145 pounds and fit with a great ass and hole. The combination of my cocktail, as usual, had turned me into the biggest submissive cock slut bottom so I was looking to get bred. For the longest time most people were not very responsive, but this one Mexican top guy who was around my age and tall with a nice thick cock kept open the line of communication but was unfortunately really looking for a 3 person group (2 tops and 1 bottom). I had given up hope when he stated that he couldn't find anyone and that was it getting late and that he was heading to bed. 20 minutes shortly after that message, I got a text saying he'd found another top: a 30 y/o handsome beautiful Black man who was not only buff and well proportioned, but also had a beautiful big cock to go along with it. The two were interested in sharing me, taking turns tagging my hole, and in 15 minutes we all met up at the Mexican top's place. The moment we get through his door I strip out of my black tank top and drop my shorts (not wearing any underwear) to stand fully nude in front of our lovely Mexican host. I get on my knees like a good sub btm, unbuckle his pants and fish out a nice thick uncut cock. Immediately I envelope it with my mouth, alternating between going all the way down to the shaft and then making little licks along the side of the shaft and the base, all the while looking up. The Black guy rejoins us from the bathroom and he too, gets undressed and I shift my attention to the nice 8" cut piece of meat pointing straight at me. I am in heaven as i have a cock in each hand, making sure to give each one ample attention from my mouth. Looking up and seeing these two tops standing over me while I serviced their cocks was such a big turn on for me and for them, that soon we moved it to the next level. Mexican top got behind me and brought me back to a standing position before bending me forward so that he could go to town rimming my hole. His tongue was so intrusive; these weren't gentle licks but rather directed tongue thrusts with the intent of getting my hole nice and wet and open for what was to come next. While he was doing that, the Black top stood in front of me as I clung to his thighs to steady myself from the force of the rim job. He gently waved that wonderful black cock in front of my face as a signal that I should be servicing it appropriately with my mouth. This went on for some time before I could sense that I was about to do what I was there to do. I felt some cold lube being applied to my hole from behind, and I quickly reached for my poppers. As i began to take my first inhales, I could feel that firm Mexican cock head nudge against my hole, poised and ready to begin its first entry in my hole. With the poppers hitting, I let out a soft plea to "give it to me, fuck my Asian hole with your raw Mexican cock." He pushed in, slowly at first, but then without stopping he steadily sank his cock all the way to the hilt, burying it deep in my ass. I bucked forward from the pressure and sudden fullness, only to have the big black cock shoved into my throat. In the midst of my getting impaled on both ends, my eyes glanced at the closet mirrors that were reflecting our fuck, and I found myself turned on even more seeing a thick brown cock sliding in and out, disappearing in my hole from behind, and a big black cock doing the same in front as I swallowed as much of it as I could. This was heaven. The two tops tag teamed me for the better half the night, each taking turns to fuck me from behind doggy style; my face down and ass up and elevated; facing forward with my back arched as I hooked my legs underneath theirs for better leverage for me to back my ass towards their cocks. It wasn't long though, that I received my first load from the Black top with my laying on my back with my legs pulled back, and he pounding my ass. I love this position because it gives me the best view to see the tops cock disappear to the hilt inside my hole, and also I can look up and see his expression as he's feeling the breed build up. In a sudden exclamation he let me know he was cumming in me, and I immediately hook my legs around him, pulling him and his cock deep in me and ask him to not pull out just yet. He obliges and does some slow thrusting to further plant his cum deep in my hole before pulling out. Immediately, the Mexican top, who had been watching and enjoying the show, told me to get on all fours and proceeded to do some hard piston fucking. By this time my hole was fairly sloppy with the Black top's cum serving as extra lube, but even then I couldn't help letting a few moans of pain and pleasure escape with each forceful thrust. He liked to change positions frequently. He next positioned me onto my back with one leg down and one leg up, resting on his shoulder as he drove his raw cock in me without break. From there he shifted me onto my side, a position that allowed me to gaze in amazement and wonder at how easily his thick Mexican cock was now rapidly sliding in and out of my hole with little resistance. He finally shot his load and fucked his cum deep inside me in that position with a bit of extra roughplay when he looked straight into my eyes with his hands around my neck as he pounded his load deep. Definitely the best 3 some I have ever had: good chemistry all around, beautiful men with beautiful cocks, and 2 loads deposited in my hole to let me know that they own it. Below are the pics from the encounter where both tops demonstrate how much they enjoy shoving their raw cocks deep to the hilt.

OK so after three decades as a bottom I am relatively new to this topping business and am noticing something and not sure how I feel about it. I have a strong sense of rhythm and I love music. If I am in a venue fucking and there is music on in the background, without realising it I am fucking to the beat of the music. Once I become aware of this I change it up and mix it up, but a few minutes later I will be back in sync to the beat of the music. Luckily they play good music to fuck to in these venues, but wondering what that might be like for the bottom. Are they also aware I am in sync with the music? Does this please or annoy? Hmm.

CHAPTER 16: Chris: I never realized how intense making out with my own brother could be. I never even thought about it once, honestly. Hmmmm… ok, maybe, once. Ty, who is momentarily wrapped up in all that’s going on while kissing me, is almost entirely ignoring Jake. But I can feel Jake move and it feels like he’s going to go for round two on Ty’s neg hole. I love that Jake is such a perv when it comes to sharing poz loads with neg guys, and I’m glad he’s here now to help knock up my little brother. “Ahhhhhhhhhh…. Ahhhhhhhh…. “, Tyler groans breaking our kiss. The feeling of Jake’s cock re-entering his body makes itself obvious, “Fuck yeah…. “, I moan, “Give it to him … breed that hole”. Jake looks at me, giving me a dirty grin, and then slides in, deep dicking our little pledge. "Oh fuck, yeah man, … fuck! Want … another … load", I hear Ty almost mumbling. “Cumslut”, pops out of my mouth before I can stop myself, but I not sure either of them actually hear me say it. Ty’s cunt is again stretching to take Jake’s bare cock. "You want another poz load in that tight pussy? You gotta cunt that needs to be knocked up? That what you need?", Jake asks him, rhetorically. When Jake fucks me he’s not so verbal, it turning me on watching and hearing him treat Ty like a cum dump. "Yes… fuck yes! Fill my cunt with poz dick. Do it .. Fucking drill me hard", Ty’s voice very clear this time. "I’m in the mood for a rough fuck, not sure how long I’ll last this round", Jake tells him. Jake pulls back and then slides all eight inches of his meat back into Ty's ass. He’s grinning at me as we both watch my brother's thin frame devour every last fucking inch of poz dick. The same poz dick that, I’m pretty sure, infected me. “Yeah … “, I moan, “Fucking give it to him like you did me”, I say out loud. Ty gasps and is breathless for a minute. “Hope you love that poz dick as much as I do baby brother”, I tell him, but Jake forces his cock down into Ty more quickly than before and it takes his breath away. “Ahhhhh…. Owwww…. Ohhhh… Oh fuck … wow”, I know Jake's hard cock is pushing aside Ty’s insides as it invades his cummy-filled bowels. There is always a dull ache when Jake fucks me – its so hot to be able to watch someone else take his cock. Then, without pause, Jake withdraws his long dick until only the head remains. He glares down at Tyler. Ty’s face begins to sweat and he’s panting. I know how that withdrawal can leave you feeling empty as it pulls at your ass lips in a way that makes you crazy with lust; all you want is that poz dick back in again. Jake massages Ty's ass cheeks. “Fuck yea… fucking squeeze my cock head babe, twitch that hole and milk my dick for cum”, say Jake. Ty is grunting at his words, then Jake adds, “You’re definitely gonna get it”. Jake looks at me and winks as he’s lording over Ty’s hole. Then suddenly Jake dips back in and picks up the pace once more. Ty is grunting with each thrust and tries his best to push back against Jake's dick. Jake moans, "Oh fuck, babe, oh fuck. Your cunt is literally trying to milk a poz load right out of me". Jake slows down a little and starts taking long, determined, slow thrusts. Each time he reinserts his dick, he moves a bit. It looks like all of the different angles are causing new sensations for both of them. I grab my camera and move behind Jake to record Ty’s breeding. I think this is the hardest I’ve ever seen Jake’s cock, and I know Ty's neg chute is driving him wild. Jake's hands are still on Ty’s hips, pulling his ass back onto his dick as hard as he’s thrusting forward. "FUCK! You're so goddamn tight! He’s tighter than you", Jake says, obviously speaking about me, but his words aimed at the both of us. Jake moves up and collapses on top of Ty, pummeling his ass. I move with him to continue recording – I think, “We will definitely beat off to this later”. All of Jake's body is now covering my little brother, and Jake starts humping Ty harder. His ass rising and falling with the brutal, short, quick thrusts. Ty’s eyes are closed, but if he could see my face he’d know I’m as caught up in lust watching him take poz cock as taking it myself. I move the camera up and around to catch their love making. Jake is moving his face to Ty's shoulder and he bites down on him while they fuck. Ty gasps and turns his head toward Jake. Jake moves in to kiss him, but it turns into more of sloppy, animalistic kiss than a romantic one. As the hot stud who knocked me up, pounds my brother, they just pant into each other’s mouth … sharing saliva. "I'm gonna cum … gonna shoot", I hear Ty. I move so that I can I record him getting off while being bred. "Yeah," Jake says, "You like poz dick in that pussy, huh? Gonna shoot your load while you’re being fucked and bred?" Ty is sweating and he doesn't need this much encouragement. His dick, rubbing against Jake’s abs, and suddenly he spews another load. As he does, he bucks up a little so that he can drive his cock harder against Jake’s body. Jake pushes in deep when Ty lifts his ass, and I know the added sensations are bringing Jake closer to his orgasm. He raises his body and grabs on to Ty's ass and drills him. Ty's ass tightens and convulses. I can see Ty’s sticky cum blasting out in between their bodies and rolling down the side of his stomach. His abs are covered in cum and all I can think about is how much I want to slurp that neg load up right now. "Fuck! Fuck! Your cunt lips are making me crazy", Jake moans, "Your quivering hole is fucking amazing". Jake pumps into Ty a few more times, then Jake uses his hands on Ty’s hips to grab on tight. "Here comes my load! Gonna dump another unmedicated load in you!", I hear Jake in his most direct voice yet, "My poz nut is going to be swimming in you all night". I move back behind Tyler so I can record Jake’s cock as it dumps its venom in my little bro. “Ahhhhh… fuck… ahhhhhhh… ahhhhhhhhhh”, Jake groans and it happens. I know his cock is swelling and with each pulse of cum, he plunges deeper and deeper into Ty’s ass. The way Jake is pulling back and hugging Ty, it almost looks like he’s trying to climb inside of him. After his orgasm finishes, Jake rolls off of my brother. A sticky, cum covered cock slides out of Ty's ass and starts to shrink from all the abuse. I get a shot of Ty’s wrecked ass. Jake lies down beside Ty, both of them sweaty and panting. Ty looks over at Jake, and Jake flashes him a quick smile as they catch their breath. I decide to get one more shot of the damage, and Ty’s cum covered stomach, before putting the camera away. I look at them both. My bedroom smells like guys, sweat, cum and sex and Jake's body is covered in sweat; his hair, damp and messy. Right now I’m so turned on I just want to bury my face in his body and lick him clean.

i logged on to scruff and was able to find a hot daddy type today. I asked if he was looking and if he wanted me to come over and bend over for him. I sent him a picture and he replied with his address. So I go to his house and we get right to business he worked my nipples and made me a horny bitch in heat. I begged daddy to fuck me and he didn't disappoint. He ravaged my ass with his 9" hard cock up my ass. He made me scream and moan and he loved that. His Sweat was dripping down on my face as he was forcing my legs up to my head. He started grunting harder and forcing his cock harder in me and I asked "what are you doing daddy?" His reply made me cum all over my self. "I'm coming in you boy" what a great fuck daddy gave me as I can feel his cum deep inside me and I'm still sore from the great fucking he gave me. I think I gave daddy what he wanted for Father's Day. Little does my wife know that I'm walking around with my ass filled with a huge load of daddy cum.

I tried not to check for wet, semen spots on my denim shorts as I made my walk of shame back to the car and ran my tongue around my mouth savoring the lingering tastes of dick and cum. The sun was just peeking up over the Nebraska cornfields. The voices of a couple arguing carried on the summer wind, and the only other life up at that hour were a few birds hopping around and foraging for what the folks had tossed on the ground the night before. The 2016 primary election campaigns had been a chance to get out and see the world. For some reason, being from the East Coast seemed to make we well qualified to be sent to the Midwest to do some grassroots organizing. I had spent the month of May driving from one end of Nebraska to the other, and finally had a weekend off. Memorial day weekend was the start of the summer, and nothing got the summer off right so folks told me, like going to the carnival. People traveled from far and wide to enjoy the rides, food, see old friends and make new ones. With a half-eaten hot dog in one hand and a dented soda can in the other, I had taken my time walking around the carnival, just enjoying this different part of life on the open plains. Near the back of the fair grounds I noticed an entire section of the carnival was almost totally dark, deserted, centered around the Fun House - at least that’s what the blacked out neon sign on the top of what looked like several shipping containers strung together said. As I got near the far end of the Fun House I could hear banging of metal on metal, along with the frustrated voice of a man who kept repeating, “Worthless piece of shit. Mother-fucking-shit. Worthless piece of shit….” I dropped the remains of my hot dog and drink into a trashcan that had a big white sign sticking out of it - CLOSED. I peeked around the end of the corner and in the dim light could see a man bent over, banging a generator with a silver, metal wrench. There was a can of beer along with a big flashlight perched on the edge of the generator housing and when he next gave the generator a good whack, the flashlight started a fast roll, the can toppled, beer splattered on his pants, and with an unfiltered cigarette still dangling in his mouth he began wiping at his pants and swearing, “Shit, fuck. Mother-fucking-shit.” I could only stare as in his efforts to wipe off the excess liquor he had turned to the side and given me a great view of the fat dick head poking out through the hole in his left pant leg. Something made him aware I was there. He paused, stood up, gave me the once over, took his cigarette out of his mouth with a pinch of his thumb and forefinger and asked, “Hey, what’s up? Can I help you?” I took my eyes off the hole in his pants where his man snake had retreated, shook my head no, “Sorry. I was just wandering around.” He squinted as he took a puff, exhaled the smoke, smiled and said, “Well, since you sorry and all, how about giving me a hand a minute? Grab the light for me will you and shine it in the middle there.” I walked behind him, bent down, fetched the flashlight from the tall grass, and shined the beam onto the broke down generator. With his cigarette back between his lips, the man focused once more on whacking it here and there with his wrench. I don’t know much about mechanical things, but to me, seemed like maybe that was not the best choice. But as he did, I took the chance to look at him closer. His camo baseball cap was frayed around the brim. Beyond the holes in his pants, the tank top he had on appeared to have more holes and stains than anything else. His arms were nice and muscular and his hair appeared to be short, but he had long sideburns that edged down his face and stopped a few inches shy of meeting up with the full, Fu Manchu mustache he wore. I let my eyes continue down, lingering on the beds of sweat on his upper chest, then looked further down to the hole where his dick head had appeared before. The man was down on his right knee, with his left leg up and out, giving me the perfect angle to try to see his dick again if I just moved the light slightly back….”Hey - HEY!” the man said. I looked back at his face, his eyes met mine, he motioned forward with the wrench, “The light - on there - you mind?” I apologized, repositioned the light once more and tried to keep my eyes focused as he worked. “Well fuck,” he said. The man stood up, patted me on the back, “Come on.” He slammed the generator housing cover closed, walked around to the side, I followed trying to shine the light on the ground so we both could see. He went up a couple metal steps at the back, opened a door to a mechanical room, with me close behind. He took the flashlight from my hand, set it on a shelf so it cast off enough light to see by, closed the door, then sat down on a metal folding chair. “Want a beer?” he asked. I nodded, he fished one out of a cooler in the corner, popped one open for himself and took a long swig. “Jesus that’s good. You smoke?” he asked. “No, I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I replied. “Fuck that,” he said, “I’m talking about weed. That generator is toast, so my night is done. Time to get buzzed and lit - you want to join me?” A few minutes later we were sharing a smoke, emptying a fresh can of beer, and swapping stories. “You from around here?” he asked. I told him I was from out of town and staying in a motel about 20 miles away and had just come for the carnival. His name was Zeke, he and his brother Isaiah were the equipment maintenance guys and had been with the carnival since they got out of high school. Then he added a twist that made my dick hard and my need to get fucked zoom right to the surface, “This job may not pay a whole lot, but we got a roof over our heads - such as it is - travel here and there, I can drink my beer and smoke my weed pretty much all damn day and there’s an endless supply of new ass. Trust me, that’s a mighty good thing since both Isaiah and I are constantly horny.” I was still trying to figure out if he meant ass in the broader “straight man talking about girl pussy” sense or if he meant ass ass - like man ass. That thought process was interrupted as he handed me the joint, stood up, unzipped his pants, pulled out a long, thick, uncut dick, fluffed his balls, and I about choked to death as I inhaled just a bit too quickly. Zeke stepped towards the back wall of the small room, leaned forward and steadied himself with his left hand on the wall in front of him, spread his legs apart and let a stream of hot piss hit the back and trickle down, creating a dark puddle that slowly seeped into the wood floor. I exhaled my latest hit of the joint as Zeke turned, ran his right hand around the dripping head of his dick, then lifted it to his mouth and licked the drops off. He smiled, stepped over to me and dropped his pants to the floor, his dick so close and said, “Want to taste it? I seen you staring at my dick.” I held up the blunt for him to take, leaned forward, set my hands on the sides of his hips and started slurping on that hot daddy dick like there was no tomorrow. “Suck that shit,” Zeke ordered, “Taste that good daddy dick. That’s some real man dick there. You trying to swallow my load or how about I feed it up your ass?” I moaned at that and shifted and Zeke laughed, “Oh yeah smoke that daddy dick, smoke it up. Good boy. Here - take this and smoke this weed a bit while I get a taste of that ass. I’m a supreme assologist.” I stood up, dropped my shorts, stepped out of them, took the weed, leaned forward and moaned as Zeke buried his face in my hole and started lapping, slurping, tonguing my ass. The deeper the smoke went into my lungs, the deeper Zeke’s tongue went up my ass and I started grinding my hips back as it felt so fucking good. Zeke paused, I was holding a hit, when I almost dropped it and cried out in pain. He had taken advantage of my distracted state to stand up, grab my hips, and push his raw dick into my hole. “JUST RELAX, HIT THAT WEED AGAIN,” ZEKE SAID. “NO, NO,” I HALF-HEARTEDLY REPLIED. “YOU WANT THIS DICK DON’T YOU?” ZEKE ASKED, “I KNOW IT’S BIG, BUT I ALSO KNOW IT FEELS GOOD IN THAT ASS - FOR YOU AND FOR ME BOTH. GO ON, TAKE A BIG HIT - THAT’S IT - JESUS THAT HOLE JUST TOTALLY RELAXED AND YOU GOT ME NOW BOY - YOU GOT DADDY ALL THE WAY IN THAT ASS. TIME TO POUND IT OUT A BIT BEFORE I CUM.” It took me a sec to catch that last part, “Wait - no - no - please don’t cum in me,” I begged, yet I continued to push my ass back, meeting his thrusts and moaning as Zeke fucked me good. “I’M GONNA CUM…” ZEKE WARNED. “Please pull out, please don’t shoot in….” Zeke interrupted my objection like I was not even speaking, “GETTING READY TO BLOW AIDS COTTON CANDY UP THAT ASS - FEEL MY STICK COATING YOU UP? TWIRLING MY AIDS CUM CANDY? GOOD BOY FOR DADDY - YOU A GOOD BOY - TAKE DADDY’S CANDY. FUCK YEAH FILLING THAT ASS!!!” Zeke continued pumping like he had not shot a load in days. His dick finally slid from home, he turned me around, looked into my eyes, smiled, then tilted his head as he leaned down and gave me a long, passionate kiss. “Thank you boy. I needed that.” Zeke whispered. I managed to ask, “Are you really? Did you...I’m NEG and…” Zeke sat down, his pants still around his ankles, his dick slick and shimmering in the flashlight’s glow, “Oh yeah, I coated that ass good with some AIDs nutt. Where’d that lighter go - ah! Nothing like a nice ass, good weed, hey pop me a beer. Let daddy fill this bladder back up, give you a good gut full of piss too.” The mechanical room was feeling awful stuffy and I was feeling a bit sick to my stomach realizing I had just taken a raw dick from someone I did not know, and he said he had AIDs to boot. Zeke patted his thigh, “Get over here. Get down there and suck on it a little. Taste that dirty nutt tang after a good fuck and fuck boy you was tight. Look at that - just thinking about giving you my candy is making my shit get hard again. Here - looks like you best take a few hits of this first. That’s it - some good weed makes it all better. Do what daddy says now, hit it - have another beer, then put this dick back in your mouth.” Zeke was right. The weed and beer helped and even though my mind - OK well a tiny, itsy, bitsy, spec of my mind screamed NO DON’T, I had to have that dick back in my mouth. I had been sucking him a few minutes when it seemed the taste changed. I leaned back, looked at the tip of his dick, and licked my lips at the amount of precum coming out. “Are you really POZ?” I asked. Zeke made a weird facial expression, “Don’t really matter now does it boy? But yes. I am. Toxic, POZ, AIDs bug, raw freak, dirty fucker now stand up and bend over so daddy can punish that ass some more for asking too damn many questions. You got to learn to lighten up, fucking live a little, and that sweet ass is too good to keep to yourself.” Another POZ load up my ass and I was following Zeke across to the far side of the fair grounds where the carnie workers had their trailers parked. I was pretty buzzed and really shouldn’t drive and Zeke offered to let me crash at his place - and said we could keep smoking and drinking. We wound our way through a few rows of RVs, hitch campers, and headed towards a medium sized tow camper hooked up to a beat up brown and white pickup that was parked off to the side from the rest, under a lone parking lot light. I could hear the muffled noise of a TV playing, saw the shifting light of the picture screen through the dingy curtains, and smelled the stench of weed emanating from the tin box. I smiled, yeah no wonder Zeke parked off to the side. Zeke opened the door, stepped in, and I followed, only to be hit by a wave of man funk and thick smoke. “Close the fucking door!” a voice bellowed. I snapped the door shut, Zeke shifted to the side and waved towards the middle of the camper, “This is Isaiah, my little brother.” The shock must have shown on my face as Isaiah looked nothing like Zeke. He was a lot taller, thicker, with long wild hair and a ZZ Top style beard. When he stood up from behind the small inset table, he took up half the fucking camper. My eyes followed his beard/chest hair trail down, across his heavy stomach and then rested on his horse dick, half hidden in a bushel of pubic hair. “Figured you’d be up and wouldn’t mind if I brought us home a little company,” Zeke said. Isaiah set the joint he was smoking down in a filled ashtray on the table, took a long swig from a bottle of beer, and just looked at me with a scowl. “Go on now,” Zeke pushed me a step forward, “He won’t bite - well he will, but not until he’s got that dick buried and you can’t run. He ain’t showered or nothing in about a week, so that dick cheese is ready to be harvested and he’s been saving it up for just such a special occasion.” Isaiah pulled his hair back away from his face with his left hand and looked down at me as I kneeled on the camper floor and reached out for his dick slowly like I was trying to slide a salmon away from a grizzly. I eased the long foreskin back and rolled it into a series of ridges behind his crusted, pale dick head. Zeke was right. There was enough cheese that you could have slathered up some bread and hit the griddle. A tap on my right shoulder, “Here, once you get it mostly clean huff on these. Fresh bottle of Jungle Juice poppers - will clean that palette, make your hole ease open, and turn you into a total pig boy for your daddies.” I gagged, choked, swallowed and when I tried to pull off his growing horse dick Zeke stepped close behind as Isaiah held my head so I had no place, and way to run. Their bodies pressed tighter and I heard them moan and other sounds. Were they kissing? Christ that gives whole new meaning to brotherly love. I’m a damn good dick sucker and love a challenge, so I kept pushing forward until my nose was buried in the top of his pubic hair and my throat was convulsing around his shaft. I couldn’t breath, but knew that was OK and started to count in my head, 1 sec, 2 sec, 3 sec,...I hit 27 before the brothers separated. I pulled back, gasping. Isaiah pulled me up, pushed me towards the back of the camper and as I lay on my back on the bed he tossed the bottle of poppers at me. I opened the cap, spilled some on my hand, sniffed them good and deep and pulled my legs back. I needed that big country dick up my ass - NOW! “POZ HIS HOLE MAN. I ALREADY DUMPED TWO LOADS OF MY AIDS COTTON CUM CANDY UP IN THERE AND HE WANTS IT - HE NEEDS IT - TOTAL NEG BUG CHASER!” Zeke said from behind his brother. Isaiah had my legs up so my ankles were hooked on his shoulders and he was slamming my ass as deep as he could go with no foreplay. The initial shock of his entry had quickly given way to a fucking fantasy fuck. Isaiah’s long hair fall down the sides of his face, framing his intense stare as he looked in my eyes with a serious, focused glare. I reached up and starting tugging at his nipples. His left upper lip curled, I twisted harder, and his lip now curled up enough to show teeth, as his breathing got louder. I had to have it all so I begged while I twisted his nipples as hard as I could, “FUCK ME. POZ ME, PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR AIDS, PLEASE POZ ME.” My ass had never been so totally owned as it was right then. Isaiah pulled me a bit closer to the front of the bed, bent me over even more so he could hook his hands up behind my shoulders. I had never knowingly taken a POZ dick before his brother. I sure as hell had never begged for it. But there was some primal drive, some awakening in my soul, a realization of some new need, desire, to be owned, marked, taken, filled, and bred by any dick I came across no matter the consequences. Isaiah leaned down and started kissing me; his beard scratching my lips and face and he grunted, growled, and tongue bathed me. He picked up his dick pace and I thought for sure he was going to cum, but then he eased off, started doing slower strokes, which just made me crazy. “DON’T STOP!” I gasped. He then slammed hard and fast once more, my moans lost in his open mouth as we melded our spit. Again he eased off, slowed his strokes, which was not right - I needed that dick! OVER AND OVER ISAIAH FILLED ME DEEP THEN EASED BACK TO TEASE MY HOLE. MY BODY WAS QUIVERING AND MY ASS WAS SPASMING AND BEFORE I KNEW WHAT WAS HAPPENING I ARCHED MY BACK, ISAIAH SENSED THE CHANGE IN MY BODY AND SLAMMED IT HARD AND DEEP AS HE COULD, AND I STARTED TO SHOOT TWIZZLER LIKE STRANDS OF HOT CUM BETWEEN OUR TORSOS WITHOUT EVER HAVING JACKED MY DICK. THE CLENCHING OF MY HOLE ON HIS RAW DICK WAS ALL ISAIAH NEEDED, AND HE TOO STARTED TO GRUNT AS SPUN OUT HIS AIDS COTTON CANDY DEEP IN MY ASS. Once the draining of his charged load was complete, Isaiah pulled himself out and off me, gently shoved me to the side, crawled up on the backside of the bed and promptly started snoring. I gave him a look of indignation as Zeke laughed, “Oh, don’t worry. He’s like that. Just needs a quick catnap is all. He’ll be back up in no time ready to go another round. In the meantime, come out here and smoke with me and while you hit this fresh roll let me stir his nutt around in your hole with my dick. That shit was hot as fuck!” That’s how the rest of the evening and night went - the two brothers taking turns sharing a joint, sharing a drink, sharing my ass and mouth. As I left their camper in the morning, Isaiah - who I learned was a man of few words but a whole lot of action - shoved a crumpled up piece of paper into my hands with a smile. Once I had made it to my car, I ironed the paper out on the car seat. It was a schedule for the summer of the dates and towns where the carnival was going to be along with a handwritten note at the bottom, “WE’LL BE HERE TWO MORE WEEKS AND YOU ARE WELCOME BACK ANY NIGHT. WE GOT ROOM ON THE ROAD FOR ONE MORE TOO - SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING THE REST OF THE SUMMER?” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Had my first night in Paris of what I'm calling my tour to be a whore. First stop was Mec Zone, advertised as a small local bar with a dark room in the basement. Not much of a crowd but as long as they were willing to fuck my ass I didn't care who it was. Ordered a beer and then went down in the dark room where one guy who'd been checking me out followed me down the stairs. I immediately pulled down my shorts to show the leather jockstrap that I was wearing and to show that I was available. He came over he felt up my ass, stick his finger in my hole, and then ate me out but it didn't progress beyond that. That seem to be the general theme so after about an hour I decided to move on. Mensch.... immediately upon entering this bar I knew things would be much better… The bartender who was hot and naked with a great Prince Albert informed me that some Americans get nervous when they come here because of the naked policy. I told him I had no problem with that and that I came here to participate so I quickly stripped down to my jockstrap. Got my beer and then headed downstairs to the darkroom and play space area. More of a crowd and this crowd was ready to play. The theme was leather night but most people were pretty naked. While walking around I could feel the eyes on me and I knew things were going to happen. An older gentleman with an average dick size was following me so I leaned over a fuck bench and stuck up my ass in his direction. I've learned the value of that first fuck as it encourages others to follow. Which is what happened that night he entered started going at it and within five minutes shot his load in me pushing it in as far as he could. In rapid succession, five more tops followed with several more loads. I had no idea who was fucking me which I always find exhilarating. I love just being used like that. After that nice little train… I spent the remainder of the evening walking around and having repeats as the crowd did not get really any bigger. Had some time in a sling with a nice couple from Paris. Altogether a great time! The bar closed and being the horny asshole that I am… I wanted more dick up my ass. I get to the point where I feel insatiable...just want more and more. Headed to Krash bar because they stayed open until five and have a dark room. Same procedure… Got the beer and immediately headed downstairs. Mostly drunk and horny guys at this point wanting to fuck but unfortunately too drunk to get hard. Had a couple of good pounding sessions from two African guys Who got me in a booth and had their way with me. They took turns using both of my holes… I'll be sucking one off and the other one would be pounding my hole. One of the Africans had a nice 10 inch dick that I could fit in my hole but not in my mouth. He was merciless in his pounding. They both got off degrading me…slapping my head, shoving on my back to arch further, and showing no regard for my hole except what pleased them. Staggered out into the dawn with cum dripping down my leg and walked back to my hotel. this is my first load post… Let me know if it's too long, what you think, or if you'd like me to continue writing about my trip...thank you.

Enjoyed an awesome heavy use use Sunday that included a couple tag teaming and co-breeding me with double penetraion at the the end, a bud fisting my horse hole for a couple hours and a horny bear that bred me teice over an hour and a half of plowing what was left of my trashed hole. Slept like a baby. Got bred by a bud on Monday an then had to use my oversize knot toys and inflatable butt plus to get that amazing fist feeling again. I am so loose it is awesome and all my body craves is more sexual use. No wonder the porn guys are all sex addicts.

Wow jaybeefnq that's awesome! I have sometimes noticed a top fucking me in rhythm with the music and it really does something for me. First thing it does is make me smile when I notice it. But then it gets very hot and sometimes makes me respond by fucking back in time to the beat too. This can make it more intense for me, with each beat the fuck seems to get a little bit stronger. So yeah on the 'please or annoy' question, I vote for 'please'!

18 Jun- Ft Laud--Miami guys- next 2 weekends will be free Friday thru Sun, after that, a new work schedule and only Wed Thurs off. Need some top loading men to help me out with copious loads of their cum.( and help me get my cum load counts moving in the right direction) Love long play, but also would be great for a bunch of drop by and drop off a load or two. Even up to hanging with you somewhere, and putting my hole out there for you and anyone else. Not sure when I will have this kind of 3 day weekends back again, so lets make it fukkin great ( a possible idea--hooking up at the Miami Playground- certainly easy for my Miami buds, and 12 hr in and out- you could hit my hole there 3 or more times

Once a month in the town where my family lives, there's a nude sex party in the basement of a sex club. usually about 200+ nude guys turn up for a night of raw sex. The last one was last night. You pay your money, you go in, you strip off and hand your bagged clothes to the cloak room. I arrived early but there were already 50 guys in the basement. I started to walk around to absorb the vibe of the night and within 20 paces I encountered my first cum dump, head down ass presented. I hadn't been in the place more than 2 minutes but thought there was no real reason to wait, and this cum dump seemed as good as any I would find. So within 2 minutes I had my raw cock buried deep in his hole. This cum dump was clearly eager as he had already clearly collected one load of cum. he had a ice tight hole and worked his ass muscles well, massaging my cock inside him. I do like a talented cum slut. Fucked him for around five minutes, pounded him for a few more, then slid my cock out and pushed my balls in. Love to fuck guys with my balls, although you've got to get in early before their hole becomes to sloppy or they can't play tug-o-war with my balls. That was going fine so slipped my cock in as well and my first hole for the night got a taste of the total package. His moaning only made my cock harder and attracted an appreciative crowd. I was deep kissing another top beside me who was squeezing my nipples. Fuck, very hot, if I wasn't careful I was going to blow my load in the first 10 minutes. I pulled out my cock and balls and directed the other tops cock into our cum dumps hole. Then I began fingering the ass of this top while he pounded our cum dump. By the time I had four fingers buried in his ass, he was pumping our cum dump full of his seed. I went on to fuck a further seven holes that night, some of them extraordinary talented, and one shitty hole that wasn't clean. (what self-respecting cum dump would come to a sex party without cleaning first!!! Actually he was sooo tight I suspect he was not a bottom at all but just couldn't help himself and backed himself onto my cock.). When I had had my fill of a variety of cum dumps, I chose a very hungry bottom that had been getting regular pounding throughout the night. It felt right to add my load to the mess inside him. Fuck, what a turn on to have other men's cum dribbling out of his hole and dripping from my balls as I fucked him good and proper. Like a good bottom he moaned and groaned as I ht him with the harder thrusts. Eventually after a solid three hours of fucking I unloaded what could only have been a huge load, there were certainly multiple spasms. I was so lost in the moment I did not realise the size of the crowd we had gathered until my last thrust and spurt and I returned to reality. Two guys were sitting below my balls catching the overflow with their tongues, and three guys had shot their loads over the cum dumps back while I was fucking him. I call that a good night!!

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!)

This chapter is dedicate to @RotzBBengel, because I think he will appreciate the story line. CHAPTER 14 As I’m about to head back to the living room a dirty thought occurs to me, I say it to Ty softly and with a lustful tone, “Get on all fours sexy. I only wanna see that hot hole of yours teasin’ me when I get back … face down, ass up”. Ty just looks at me his tongue hanging slightly out of his mouth and his best “fuck me” eyes and I quickly leave the room before my dick ‘accidentally’ falls into his ass again. I feel perverted. I’m intentionally putting my own health at risk by having raw sex with Jake, and I’ve made peace with being poz. Jake and I glorify it when we fuck, and personally, I keep hoping one of his toxic loads does the deed and knocks me up. But the fucking dirty pervert in me really wants Ty to take a poz load from Jake, and the truly perverted part of my brain wants him HIV-positive, too. Just the thought of that waiting hole is making me leak. I feel like a horny lab rat testing the effects of too much caffeine, I’m hard, energized, and running circles in a maze. I can smell the dampness in my pits; its nearly too much for me. When I get to the living room, Jake is sitting there on the couch looking hot as fuck – naked and ready. “Hey sexy”, I say as he moves toward me, and grab on to his cock while planting a kiss on him. “Ready to breed my tight neg …”, and I momentarily pause. He looks at me deliciously and reaches around to feel my hole, I know he thinks he’s fucking me. I quickly add, “… baby bro, Ty?”. I can see the words register as he looks intently at me. A smiles slowly develops on his face, “Dude … you’re fucking your little brother… that’s fucking twisted!”, he says. He reaches over and grabs a framed photo of me and Ty and glares at it. I put my hand on his ass and respond, “Well… I am now”, and then gently take the photo from him and setting it back down. He gives me another evil grin. I move to get my laptop and turn the cam recording software back on. I turn it around to show Jake, “See”, I tell him. On the screen you can clearly see Ty waiting ass up, “That’s a perfect little twinky ass waiting for another poz load”. Knowing Jake, I can almost imagine the twisted thoughts going through his head as he looks at the screen, then at me, then back, smiling as he does. “Fuck I’m so horny”, he says as I set the laptop down. “Me too”, I respond, and I see Jake raise an eyebrow, “Fuck yea”, nodding at me. I grab Jake’s hand and we head toward my bedroom. I know how much Jake enjoys breeding neg ass and part of me is turned by the idea of watching him fuck and breed Ty with the same toxic semen he’s been pumping into my ass for weeks now. We stop in the doorway glaring at Ty’s ass. He leans into my ear, “He’s neg?”, I shrug my shoulders, “Think so” which prompts me to look over at the test kits. Without saying anything I grab Ty’s test, the one nearest the bed, one slight red line is showing. I show Jake, mouthing the word “Neg” while lightly flexing my eyebrows as if to say “see”. He looks at me, grinning, I know he’s horny and turned on, but then he looks away and his eyes enlarge a bit. A devilish smirk crosses his face and I realize he’s looking over my shoulder at the other test kit. I grabbed Ty’s test so quick I didn’t even notice my own, I lean into him, “That’s mine”, and I turn around to switch Ty’s for mine. I’m frozen for a second looking at it carefully, but its clear, there are two faint red lines on the test. “I’m … I’m positive”, comes out of my mouth but its barely audible. I’ve administered hundreds of these tests I know exactly what two red lines mean. I suddenly feel a bit pail, tingly and light-headed, I turn around and show Jake. He nods. He’s looking at it, then my body, he leans into me and says it softly … “Poz”. I look at the test again, then at him, then the test; time seems to stand still for a moment while I collect my thoughts. Then I just nod my head at him affirming the test’s result. I set it back down, moving back to Jake and finally mouthing the words with a wicked grin, “Jake. I’m poz!”. I know these tests can often take weeks or months to show an accurate result, and I also know once in a while they aren’t 100% accurate, but right now I’m fairly sure – I am HIV+. “I’m poz”, saying it this time in his ear, I can hardly believe the words as I’m saying them. Jake kisses me, and whispers in my ear, “You’re poz” … then waiting a second for dramatic effect he adds, “… hot fucker”. I grab his cock and whisper back, “Your doing.” "No, we both did this," he responded. Part of me was elated. My only response was to nod in agreement. Taking hold of our poz dicks, I rubbed them together, kissing him as a sign of my approval. My head was swimming but I certainly wasn't surprised by the test result. Jake hadn't been taking any meds and we had been having lots of bareback sex; we were both intent on me converting. If I was surprised, it was only that my conversion occurred rather quickly. Jake looks at over Ty’s ass, then back to me, “He know?”, he asks softly. I shake my head. A grin covers our faces. I know Ty is about to be fucked and bred with more unmedicated poz cum. I feel almost a little weird and twisted about trying to convert my own brother, but a dark part of me hopes the virus that’s in my cum takes him over the edge. I climb on the bed behind Ty, my breathe on his hole, “You ready for more babe?” He responded with a soft 'Yeah'. “Open it up for us," I instructed. Ty reaches behind himself with both hands and starts to pull his cheeks open. His hole is still wet with cum from me and Cody. He’s already taken two poz loads today. I blow on his hole and he reflexes a little and the I spit and lick at it, “fuck” comes out of his mouth in a slow moan. "Fuck," Jack muttered as he gazed at my little bro's wet hole. Ty rubs the spit into his hole and then I spit on him some more, "That hole needs to be wet." “I’m already wet Chris," , he says, “… please fuck me again”, I hear him. I look up at Jake with a huge smile, and he’s giving me his most devious grin that says, “Again, huh?”. Ty is fingering himself a little bit and working my spit into and around his ass. I know he’s horny and he can’t resist touching himself. Taking that as a cue that he wants it, I line up my poz dick with Ty's hot little hole. "You ready for this babe?", I ask. “This what you want?”, pressing against his hole teasing him, “You want poz dick in your ass?”. “OH fuck… fuck … fuck me Chris … please fuck me”, he responds from the pillows covering his face. Fucking Ty earlier I tried to be gentle at first. I loved the way his body tightened up, shook, spasmed, and then relaxed; his ass seemed to resist before suddenly giving in. Right now though, he’s been used, he’s wet and I’m just going to lay into him. I push forward plunging into my brother's ass. The thick head of my dick disappears into Ty inch after inch. Without a cock in my ass I can focus solely on using Ty to get me off. The sensations coming from my dick are amazing and if I hadn’t just unloaded a bit ago I’d worry I might blow this load too fast. I can already feel my dick leaking some of its venomous precum into him, and that perverted thought gives me a bit of a thrill. I get most of my poz dick into him and I can hear him grunting a little, but I’m not stopping until my balls are resting against his ass. I push just that extra bit harder to get it in all the way. Ty is twitching, and his stretched out asshole is tightly grabbing the base of my dick. I could feel him squeezing down on my cock, “Ahhh… fuck yeah, Ty. you want this?” "Fuck yeah," he answered, giving my dick an additional anal squeeze, just for emphasis. I was so wrapped up in breeding Ty that I’m completely ignoring Jake right now, but I feel like he’s ok just watching us, taking in brother on brother sex. Lowering my body on top of Ty's, it occurred to me that while Ty was young and twinkish, he wasn't tiny. Still I loved the undeniable fact that my build was overall taller and beefier than was his. In fact I'd say every part of me is a little wider or longer. “Why haven’t we done this before? He let that fucker Jeremy breed him, but he can get his HIV from his own brother now”, I say in my own head grunting and forcing my hips against Tyler’s tight ass as I think those thoughts. Fucking him, sharing a poz load with him, it feels so right. My cock feels like its buried in it's rightful home. Jake is standing close, slow jacking his cock, and occasionally rubbing my ass; I know he wants his turn at some new meat. I move my hands over Ty’s nipples and twist them just enough to get the requisite “Ahhhhhhh….”, out of him. I keep a constant rhythm of fucking him going but I stop supporting myself, laying almost completely on his back. I want him addicted to the feeling of sweat from my chest and the smell of stink from my pits. We live together, he’s seen me naked plenty and likely smelled my pits more than once. I want that smell to connect him to our sex. As I fuck him my strokes tug on his ass lips, as I withdraw, and then I dive back in pushing at his stretched hole. I sit back up and pull on Ty’s shoulders encouraging him to move up with me in a half twist; I use this opportunity to make out with him. My fucking motions slow as our tongues battle. I reach over to Jake pulling him in close and suddenly the three of us are locked in a three-way kiss. The kiss breaks and I push on Ty again, my arms are locked around his shoulders and arms as I ram my cock into him over and over as I announced “I wanna cum inside you so bad,” going in for another kiss with that announcement. I can feel every inch of my dick as it moves in and out of Ty. I position my mouth close to his ear, "You’ve got a fine ass, babe". My tongue traces over the lobe and then I bite down gently and a growling noise escapes me. I want this – I want my cum in his ass. My mouth moves to his neck. I bite down one more time, this time getting a groaning and noise from Ty. I look at Jake, “Give me your boxers," I instructed. A quizical look on his face, he stepped out of the room, returning immediately, his shorts in his hand. I reached for them, and promptly shoved Jake’s dirty boxers into Ty's noisy mouth. In this moment I pick up the pace a bit more on his ass. I’m holding on to his waste, pounding him hard, I know I’m about to dump a poz load in this ass and I want him to feel it. My strokes are short so I’m able to keep the majority of my dick buried in his butt. I want to deposit this load as far up inside my brother as possible. This will, hopefully, increase the change that if he isn’t poz yet, that this is the fuck from which he converts. Ty grunts around the boxers as I slam fuck his willing hole, slamming my poz dick in and out of him. As I grind and use Ty, I feel myself getting progressively louder. Dirty, filthy, twisted thoughts and ideas are coming to me as I bang my bro’s butt. "That's right Ty, take my dick. Fuck! Take my poz dick! Your hole is so tight, feels like it was made for pulling poz loads out of me”, he grunts, “ I bet you've been dreaming about taking this dick forever. Haven't you? Did you even think about your own brother breeding any when Cody was using this ass? Huh, Ty?", I ask, indignantly. Ty doesn’t really respond to me. I grab onto his hair and get real close to his ear again. I know he can feel my hot breath on his cheek, "Did you ever eat your own cum dreaming that it was mine?". “Fuck”, I hear Jake moaning as he watches me use Tyler. I’m completely lost in the moment of our sex. Ty finally nods from my prodding. We both know he’s done all of these things and probably more. With a sharp thrust I push my dick into Ty. I’m getting so close to cumming now. "Oh, fuck, … fuck … I'm gonna overflow that ass with poz cum Ty. Gonna breed you … gonna make up for lost time." Ty is thrusting his body back against mine. He’s arching his back to try to connect us and get that skin-on-skin feeling again. I’m leaning back but I can see what Ty is doing and I lean forward against him instead. Our hot, sticky skin slides against each other as my tight balls bang up against him. Ty groans. He spits out Jake's boxers and he’s pants now – loudly. "You gonna cum Ty? Do it.”, Ty is jacking his cock feverishly, “Get off on me fucking you, babe", I tell him. Ty's is racing back and forth, then I feel his hole tight even more and I know he’s dumping his load all over my bed. He clamps down on my cock, and I can see the waves of pleasure that are breaking over his body are augmented by my own grunts as I get closer and closer to delivering another load of charged seed to that ass. "Fuck… fuck… so close … I'm so fucking close Ty. Gonna cum … Where you want it?", I ask him. "Ahhh… ahhhh… All the way in … deep", he responds. I thrust deep inside of Ty. I bend forward licking one of his ears. "Here it comes… fuck… oh fuck.. It's gonna be a big load. Fuck!", I can barely think or speak. I can feel the cum welling up and I know Ty’s about to take all of it. Then I let out a long moan, grunting and shoving into Ty, with short, bone shaking thrusts. Ty can feel me pushing his whole body moving forward as my poz cock expands and stretches him to the limit, and then violently, my hot cum begins flowing into his gut. I know he can feel my hot breath on his neck as I hump my load into him, but I also hope he can feel my cum squirting into him. This the first of many poz loads he’s going to receive from me. I slowly pull out of Ty’s ass and he turns around to kiss me. We make out for a solid minute. Its at that moment I again realize I’ve forgotten Jake, and that he’s still in the room, and watching us intently. I can see some sweat on his body and his cock is hard as granite. I kiss Ty again, “Get back on all fours babe, Jake’s turn." Ty looks over at Jake, then at me, then he kisses me again and lays down in his own cum. He reaches back with his hands and pulls his cheeks apart exposed his hole. I can see some of my load leaking out of it, “Fuck … the little bitch wants it”, I hear Jake, “Yeah he does”, I respond. Jake leans down and uses his hands to pull Ty’s ass up like before, then he buries his tongue in it. “Ohhhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh… “, Ty groans as Jake makes out with Ty’s cum filled hole. I lean down to Jake’s ear, “Be right back”, but he ignores me. Jake is literally making out with Ty’s ass, trying to force his tongue inside. I return and just watch, like Jake did, as he teases and licks and eats at Ty’s well fucked hole. He finally pulls back, looking at it, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and lapping at his lips. I squeeze a little lube onto the toothbrush I brought back form the bathroom, “Let me in there for a moment”, I tell him. Jake moves. I kiss Ty’s hole and blow some cool air onto it again, and again he responds, “Ohhhhh ohhh… fuck… fuck me”. I don’t answer him and instead start using the brush to tease and tickle his ass, his hips jump, “ahhhhh” as the brush rubs roughly against his skin. “Hold on to him”, I tell Jake. Jake just looks at me, we haven’t used any toys in our sex play and the toothbrush I guess seems odd to him. I lightly brush back and forth against Ty’s hole, up and down, trying to get him used to the feeling. He’s moaning, he isn’t telling me to stop, so I start pushing the tip of the brush with increasing pressure until the head disappears in his hole. I read in a few places about guys using a toothbrush to make it more likely that poz cum will infect a bottom. I pushed in deeper slowly, not wanting to hurt him. After I get a few inches of the brush in I stop. Tyler is panting and moaning but he doesn’t appear to be in pain. Jake moves down the bed to face Ty and they start making out. I use that as my cue to keep going with the brush. I begin slowly then adding more and more agitation until I’m brushing the insides of his ass back and forth with a nice, steady motion. Then it occurs to me that I mean for Ty to convert today – I’m infecting my own brother with HIV. Whenever any other man fucks him he’ll always know this is the day he converted. The brushing keeps up for a few minutes and I slowly work it back out. The bristles are a deep red, I hope I haven’t injured him permanently, but he’s still making out with Jake and doesn’t seem in pain. I look down at Jake, and he looks at me, he knows its time for him to breed my brother.

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 3 – Julian) We arrived at the parking lot, but no other car or truck was in sight. Julian looked at me with worried eyes. “Don’t worry” I told him. “As soon as the words spread, that a lot lizard gives his body away for fair prizes, you won’t get off the dirty stained mattress anymore. Guys will wait in a queue to use your holes.” I parked and we got off my car. Julian was told to open the trunk to retrieve his bags, since this was his new home. Before we went up to the latrines and the hut, I took a good look at the young twink. “Pull your jeans off” I ordered. “My… what? Why?” Julian sounded terrified. “Just pull it off” I said calmly and all of a sudden a knife appeared in my hand. Julian’s eyes widened in horror. Slowly he opened his belt. I ripped it off his pants, which made the boy yelp. He unbuttoned his jeans in a hurry and after he took them off he handed me the pair. I inspected the backside of his jeans. I opened them up a bit with my knife and then started to tear at the cut, to make the hole bigger The guy couldn’t believe it. “You need your jeans be ready for your new job. This is sort of a business clothing now. This way you don’t even have to open your pants to let your costumers into your body. Smart – eh?” I looked at Julian as if I tried to get his approval. He sniffed while looking sadly at his destroyed jeans. I opened his bags and searched them for other pants, which I found pretty fast. The guy didn’t have much valuable stuff, but I completed my mission anyway and cut holes into the backsides of all pants he possessed. “Of course you got to take off your underpants. NOW!” I yelled at him. Julian shivered as he took his underpants off. He stood there now with only his socks on and his shirt. “It wouldn’t make any sense if we do this stuff and then you block your entrance with another fabric. You won’t need the underpants anymore. Not at this place” I decided and then I started to shred, not only this underpants but all the ones that could be found in his bags. While throwing the worn jeans at him, it happened… his mobile phone, which was in a back pocket of his jeans, sort of fell out of the pocket and dropped to the ground. Julian tried to catch it, but nudged it into my direction. ‘Clumsy’ as I am, I did my very best to catch it, but somehow it smashed to the ground. You could hear the glass shatter. And if this was not enough, I ‘accidently’ stepped right on to the mobile phone, which destroyed it completely. Julian cried out loud, while grabbing the piece of junk. It was totally ruined and of course I looked a bit puzzled, by this misfortune that just happened. “It was a bad idea to keep it in your back pocket anyway” I accused Julian. “What…. what do I do now?” Julian looked totally devastated. “I tell you what…. I got an old mobile phone at home. I will pick it up and return that to you tomorrow evening. Then we can switch the cards and you can tell me about your first day… what do you say?” I asked him. Julian sobbed. “You promise to give me your old mobile?” he asked me. “Of course I do” I lied. “Why don’t you forget about this shit now and massage my cock through my jeans, while I am searching your stuff for other things you don’t need no more. Julian came to my side like a puppet. He cried silently while touching my bulge and squeezing it softly. It was a cute sight. The eighteen year old crying boy, with nothing but his socks and shirt on, stood at my side and giving me a good cock massage while I kept on shredding more of his stuff. After I had finished my job, I told Julian to get his bags and follow me to his new working place. We walked towards the hut, which was next to the latrine. There was a pungent odor, while we reached for Julian’s new home and found a totally messed up place, after we opened the wooden door and entered the shed. The hut was totally run down, like almost the whole place. I closed the door silently behind us. Julian looked stunned. The mattress was stained all over. There was not one single spot, which appeared to be clean. Lots of used rubbers were laying around. “This lacks your personal flair of course….” I told him. I suggested to Julian, it would be better to get more light and ‘fresh’ air in and so I kicked down the closed door behind us and it flew out of the door hinges instantly. “That’s much better – now your Johns won’t have the feeling to disturb you. They can simply enter and use your cunt to unload themselves, no matter what. This is the only way to keep your customers – believe me!” I explained all to Julian. Julian dropped his two bags in a corner of the room and picked up some condoms. He looked disgusted. “Look at it, as your business port folio. With all these condoms around it looks like this is a busy place. Guys will think you are the best whore in the world, because of the massive usage of your body.” I thought loudly. “Why don’t you just try out and lay yourself down on the mattress and get the right feeling?” I pushed Julian almost down. He looked concerned but got slowly on his back, trying to avoid the contact to any of the used condoms scattered around. “Spread your legs like a good whore” I ordered him. He looked so hot. He supported his upper body with his elbows, while being on his backside, spreading his legs. He had this lost and scared look in his eyes. You could see his jeans were also torn in his crotch. “Remember this pose bitch…. always try to welcome your Johns this way. Keep those legs spread. And if someone enters the door to check the merchandise open your legs even more, so the guy feels welcomed to your body. “Now turn around and lay on your belly. Yeah…. nice….. try again to spread the legs a little bit…. I can see your ass cheeks…. you are such a hot cunt…..” I felt my cock getting hard again. I opened my jeans again. I couldn’t wait to act as a John, like we had planned before. I needed to fuck him now. He felt the movement on the mattress and sighed anxiously. We had no lube, but hey…. most of the John’s wouldn’t even care about. So I spit on my cock and started entering his tight rectum. I forced myself into Julian in one long swift stroke. His made fists and groaned loudly. I could see, he was in pain, but for me it was like heaven. I could feel every sigh and shudder of Julian’s suffering down to my penis. I sped up. This was not a romantic fuck. I was here to breed this little faggot und to seed him with his poison. “Yeah whore, squeeze my dick. Massage me good with your cheap slut drain” I growled. I fucked Julian harder now. Placing my right arm around his neck in I started choking the lad. He had no chance escaping this headlock but he tried. He started moving his ass around, which was perfect, since they met my motions. I whispered I would love to drain his life out of him, and while his movements got more frantic I asked him, if he would love to get charged up by me. Julian hit me with his arms against my arms. I loosened the headlock for a couple of seconds to repeat my question and to make sure he actually heard it. “Listen slut, I am about to shoot my load. I want to charge you up with it you filthy cunt… tell me, tell me you want to get charged up….” I insisted. With that I put him back into the headlock and I heard again those beautiful choking sounds. “Well….. do you want to get charged up whore?” I asked one last time. I could hear a rasping noise. “Yes…. ye…. cha’g’ me uuuup” he whispered. I couldn’t see it, but Julian’s face had turned blue already. His answer did it for me. I shot my virus deep into him and made sure it would impregnate him. I power fucked him the at last like a rabbit. Shortly after that, I dissolved the headlock and just laid on Julian with my full body weight. I felt his convulsive breathing and I enjoyed the sounds he made. Slowly I undocked from his slut hole and patted him on his ass cheeks. “You did a very good job cunt hole – you sucked my whole charged cum out of my balls and into you system. Well done” I praised him. Suddenly a stranger’s voice echoed through the small room “Nice show you two…. really nice…..” I turned around and saw a huge trucker standing at the hole, that once was a door. “If he would be my fuck toy, I would have fucked him also here, just to show him his place” he continued. “He is not my boy” I replied. “He is a fucking money taking whore” “A whore? How much?” he wanted to know. The guy was quite big and a little bit heavy, if you know what I mean. “It’s up to you. Next costumer is waiting, Bitch” I grinned. Julian was scared by trucker’s looks. He was fat and not so good looking. “I asked you something you stupid cunt. How MUCH for assfucking?” he repeated his question. I closed my jeans slowly enjoying the scene. “20 dollars with a condom. 25 dollars without a condom” Julian answered shyly. “You got any condoms here?” the trucker wanted to know. Julian shook his head in astonishment. Why should he have the condoms with him? “You can’t fool me Bitch. If you got no condoms I am fucking you without a condom, but I will pay only 20 dollars. You got that” he sneered and started opening his jeans already without consent. He threw a twenty dollar note down to the dirty floor. Julian looked at me scared and I nodded slowly, so he said ‘alright’ to the guy. “Come here and suck me. Make my dick hard, so I can fuck you” the fat guy ordered. Julian crawled to the edge of the mattress and started licking the cock. He saw, the guy wore a ring. He was married….. I left the room to give the two lovebirds some privacy, but I waited nearby. So I could hear the sniffing and the crying of Julian and the grunting of his first John. “You are hurting me….” Julian whined. “Shut up whore and work for your money you fucking faggot” the John replied. There was a sound of a thump and then I heard Julian moaning out of pain. “Yeah….. whore….. ooooooh…. yeah….. milk my balls you dirty mattress…..” the John panted. Silence…… A couple of minutes later the trucker left the shack. He simply nodded at me and went back to his vehicle. I entered Julian’s new love nest and saw he was a mess. His face was red, like he hadn’t had enough oxygen for the last couple of minutes. He held his left shoulder and there were already visible marks of the punching on his back. “You did it. Another dick in your cunt and it is just early afternoon. You see what you can make? 15 minutes and you made this bloke happy.” I encouraged Julian to continue. “I…. I….. I…. do…. don’t….. I” he stuttered. Before he made a bad choice I pulled him up. “Let’s go to the urinals and the stalls” I told him. We went slowly into the toilets, which were just a few meters away from his new home. Like I said before, most urinals were overflowed with piss. Somehow the urinals were blocked and the piss couldn’t sink into the urinal. Some of the piss had already spilled all over the floor. We stood right in between this mess, when two truckers entered the toilets. They took a look at Julian’s torn jeans and exchanged a disapproving look. “Now look at this mess. This is fucking shit. Always the same shit. You can’t take a decent piss at those truck stops, if there ain’t a restaurant.” one of the guys complained. “Offer yourself as a urinal” I whispered at Julian and shoved him in between two urinals. He turned around and saw the mean expression on their faces. He sunk down onto his knees and asked them if they would care to pay, if he would drink their piss. “Nah – but I would care to beat you up” one trucker answered and made a fist already. “I…. I….. I don….” Julian stammered. “I…. I…. I WHAT?” both sneered dangerously. “Sorry…. it is his first day on this job.” I interfered. “You could beat him up for 15 dollars. No face punching, no broken bones – Rest is up to you” “Are you serious?” the one guy couldn’t believe his ears. I nodded. Both guys paid the fee and threw the money in front of the lad. “You hold him up first Miguel” one said to the other. I surveyed the scene. Julian was raised up and held in a neckholder. He had a frightened look in his eyes and said visibly ‘NOOOOO’ when the first thump hit him in the stomack. He wasn’t able to breathe anymore and the guy in front of him grinned into Julian’s face while using him as a punching ball. He was boxing like a pro. Moving around and beating the kid up badly. He even punched him onto his dick and into his balls. I went out after a while, although I enjoyed the scenery. A couple of minutes later both guys came out of the toilet area and high-fived each other. I could see, both of them got a huge boner in their jeans. They had fun beating Julian up. “Puta….. hey Pal - is this faggot staying here for a while?” Miguel asked me. “He plans to…. why?” I wanted to know. “We got a couple of friends, maybe 10 to 12 guys, who would like to meet him probably.” he grinned evilly. “Well , then I suggest, you visit him around 3 am. There won’t be any traffic around here at all, and he will be sleeping in the shack on his filthy mattress. There you can surprise him with your group; and who knows, maybe he will forget to ask for the fee, if you wake him up this way” I smirked. They nodded both and adjusted their junks before they left. I entered the toilet again and there was Julian sitting in an even greater pool of piss than before. The money was gone and he told me, that both guys had taken also the rest of all the money he owned, the 20 dollars included from his first anal job. “Man, shit happens. That was just bad luck. Come on, get up… let me help you” I lent him a helping hand. While I tried to get him back to the shed two new truckers approached us. “What happened” they asked concerned. “Nothing – he just had a job and got beaten up. He is a whore, trying to gain some paying friends around here” I answered. They both laughed loudly, but then they saw he shredded jeans and they looked at each other again. “Want to unload in a faggot again?” one asked the other guy. He looked at the young ho and nodded. Julian was not able to comprehend the talking. He was slowly led into the shack again and dropped down to the dirty mattress. “How much?” one guy asked me. I looked down at Julian and realized he was out of it, at this moment, so I replied 40 dollars for both. That was a bargain. They gave me the cash and started opening their pants looking down at Julian with horny eyes. When I turned to leave the small room, I heard Julian already cry out in pain. The pals tried to fuck him both into his ass and they made sure they would both punch fuck him to get the most out of the twink. I took the money and walked to my car slowly. I never returned to that lot again….

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 guys. Sorry for the long build-up and scene setting...the good stuff will start soon. ____________________________________________________ Chapter 1 I woke slowly, sluggishly, not sure where I was. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t seem to make my limbs obey. I had an itch on my forehead but even though it stung, I couldn’t move either arm to scratch. It took me another minute to realize that I was tied down, my arms held in place with what felt like velvet ropes. First reaction: panic! I opened my eyes and panicked further. I was naked and my skin tingled; as my vision cleared, I realized that most of my body hair had been removed and that my butt hole felt sore. I was restrained on some kind of platform covered with black velvet: my arms were held out from my sides; my legs were free, but there were stirrups like an examination table at a doctor’s office. It was a little chilly, as if I were in a basement room, though I was covered with a shiny black satin sheet that was embroidered in gold. I craned my neck, but couldn’t really see it; it was some kind of symbol. I could just make out a crescent shape on one side superimposed over a circle and what looked like some kind of insect superimposed. My neck started to feel the strain, so I let it drop back onto the platform. The floor of the room looked to be thickly carpeted, and the walls were covered with heavy looking tapestries that showed guys having sex. In front of the tapestries were a couple rows of wooden pews. There didn’t appear to be a door, at least not that I could see, and definitely no windows. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? The tapestries gave me a good idea of what was coming, no pun intended. I tried to piece together my memories…maybe I’d be able to figure a way out of here? I was a freshman in college, and had been invited to a Friday night party by a guy I’d met during orientation, a knockout upperclassman: tall, lean and muscular with dark hair and eyes that contrasted with his pale skin, reminding me of the actor who played the vampire in that British TV series. He introduced himself as Mike, said that he represented the newest fraternity on campus (Alpha Iota Delta Sigma), and that he thought I was a perfect candidate to pledge with them. I told him I didn’t think of myself as “Greek life” material and had no intention of joining up, but he said he really wanted me to come, and gave my arm a friendly squeeze. What the hell, I figured; I could get a free drink and didn’t have to join, but I’d be happy to hang with Mike, especially since it seemed like he was interested. The last thing I remembered was lying on his bed, drinking some wine he’d insisted on giving me even though I’d asked for a Diet Coke. Then, it got increasingly fuzzy. Idiot, I thought. He drugged me, but I couldn’t understand why. He already had me in his bed, had quizzed me about my sexual experiences in high school, eliciting the information that I’d never been fucked in the ass and wasn't sure I wanted to. But I’d been ready to do whatever he wanted. And that was when he'd pressed the glass of wine on me, telling me to drink up, that I needed to relax. Idiot, I chastised myself again. I had absolutely no idea how long I’d been in this room, trussed up and ready for…I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it. Maybe this was just some kind of weird hazing routine? But I didn’t recall saying that I’d pledge, so how could I be getting hazed already? Was there such a thing as pre-hazing? I heard a sound behind me – a door opening? – and there was a slight draft that cut off abruptly. Mike appeared wearing only a loincloth, having discarded his t-shirt and jeans. His body was beautifully cut and sculpted, with six-pack abs, perfectly symmetrical pecs and well-developed biceps. I could see the outline of his large dick tenting the thin, gauzy loin cloth, and I gulped and licked my lips. It must have been nerves that made me blurt out: “Okay, very funny. Now will you untie me and let me out of here?” Mike said, “Sorry, can’t do that.” “But why? We were in your bed, it wasn’t like I was fighting you off.” He grinned, “Yeah, you got me hot,” he said looking down. Then he stepped up on the velvet platform, and took my legs over his shoulders. “I wish I could have dicked you right then, but there are rules and regulations and rituals that have to be observed in this fraternity. It’s unique.” Judging by my circumstances, that seemed accurate. “What kind of ritual?” I asked nervously. “It’s your initiation,” he answered. “But I didn’t even agree to join!” I exclaimed. “Huh. So you were just after my body?” he said, with a mocking smile. I didn’t have any answer to that. It was true. I’d wanted to get laid…and that’s how I’d ended up here. “Just relax,” he said, rubbing against me, a little precum staining his loincloth. “I’ll be with you the whole time. Just concentrate on me.” A gong sounded. I looked around, afraid of what it meant. “Gotta get a grip,” he said, reluctantly pulling away and standing to my right at my feet. “They’re coming.” “Who?” I asked, trying to remain calm. I felt the door open and heard voices chanting and bells ringing and smelled the heavy perfume of incense. “Ave libidinem” chanted a basso voice. “Hail to lust,” answered a chorus of male voices. “Fratres, in cupiditate” chanted the bass voice again. “Brothers in lust,” the chorus answered. As the room filled with guys they continued their antiphonal chant. Leading them was an older man: massive, muscular, with a shaved head, wearing a black robe that fell open as he walked, revealing the same kind loincloth that Mike wore. Following him, I thought I recognized others from the party. One guy swung an incense box that was smoking, others shook bells. They filed into the pews and turned to face me, then grew silent. Their leader stepped up on the platform where I was bound, circling around to stand at my head. I got a good look up his loincloth – I assumed that was the point of that maneuver – and could see that he had a hairy body and an immense, pierced dick. Ouch! was all I could think. Oh, God, was that part of the initiation? I shuddered, and then realized that I hadn’t felt any “jewelry” when Mike was humping my butt. I breathed thanks for small favors, proving just how dire my situation was. The guys assembled were a range of body types and races. So they believe in diversity, that’s good. I was grasping at straws, trying to distract myself from speculating on what was coming. All were dressed like Mike: white gauze loincloths that revealed more than they hid. I was tied up, naked and helpless in a room full of barely dressed men. I had a feeling my ass wasn’t going to be virgin after this night.

(WARNING: CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT THAT MAY UPSET SOME READERS) 2004 I'm one of those 'night people'. I've always felt more alive after midnight. Leave the daylight to normal people. How I made it through school and college is a total mystery. I had permanent dark circles under my eyes and weighed a mere 130 pounds at 5'10" when I graduated. I was an art student and landed a job doing graphic design for an agency in a mid-sized city. The 9-5 schedule took me a long time to get used to, and I started drinking gallons of coffee and caffeinated sodas just to adjust. The sun would go down on weeknights and normal working people got ready for bed. I tried everything to sleep at night: herbal supplements, crystals, meditation, etc. I finally went to a doctor. There was a new sleeping pill being heavily advertised on TV. You know the one. I wanted that even though it had a long list of heinous side effects. I was desperate. My doctor was only too willing to prescribe it, but only after I answered a bunch of questions. "Are you or have you ever walked in your sleep?" "No," (Lie. I did it all the time as a kid.) "Do you drink alcohol?" "Not often." (lie) "Well, be aware that this pill can be habit-forming." I was aware, but sleep was habit forming too. What wasn't? Food was 'habit-forming', as was Oxygen and water. All I just wanted to sleep at night for Christ's sake. He gave me the prescription with two refills. I promised I'd call him if I suffered any side effects, and that was that. I'd read stories about this pill...people eating everything out of the fridge in their sleep or driving in their sleep. That was pretty scary, but I needed rest so badly. The first night I took the pill, I slept the whole night. A few weird dreams, but nothing noteworthy. This drug was my new best friend! I was happy for a week, but then weird shit started happening. I'd wake up like normal only to find my furniture rearranged in some new way or the leftover pizza gone. My dreams got really explicit and yet I wasn't all the concerned. One morning, my coworker Larry asked me if I was OK. "Yeah. Why?" "You don't remember calling me? You woke me up." "I did? Are you sure it was me?" "Yeah. At first I thought you were drunk, but you sounded perfectly normal. You told me all about how you wished you had a better relationship with your older brother. And then you told me you were gay and lonely. I figured it was a joke." "Yeah. No. Sorry, man. I started taking this new sleeping pill and I must have called you when I was out of it." "Be careful. I've heard about that stuff. Don't drive in your sleep...you could kill somebody. Hide your keys or something." "Sorry I woke you." Shit. I wouldn't tell my doc about this. Despite the weirdness, I loved being functional during the day. But then I began noticing that the hood of my car was warm in the morning. I'd driven without realizing it! Where had I gone? What did I do? This had to stop. The clinic was closed, but I would definitely call the doc tomorrow. And I would have if I hadn't come down with a severe case of the flu that night. It was bad. My fever was really high and I was freezing no matter how high the thermostat was set. I was coughing like crazy, but the fever was the worst. Stupid me didn't believe in taking anything for a fever because it was the body's way of killing the virus. So I let it peak. No virus could survive this heat. I kept taking the pills because sleep was the only relief I had now. The dreams were vivid and bizarre...and very sexual. I dreamed of hard dicks and pubic hair and tattoos. I'd spend all night in pure erotic bliss and then wake up to more misery. This repeated for nearly a week. I'd suck dicks all night and cough my lungs up during the day. The most explicit dream was about walking through a long hallway that seemed familiar somehow. There were doors on all sides, but I headed straight for the sound of running water. Was this a dream? It felt almost too real. Then I was in a cavernous concrete room that was poorly-lit. If I was dreaming, I should be able to make it brighter. "Where's the light?", I asked loudly. "Hold on," a man's voice said. The light went on, but it was still pretty dim. "Well look who's here! It's Slim! How you feelin', Slim?" There were five completely naked guys standing around under a shower nozzle in the wall. It was gym class or something. Most of the naked men had full boners. "You didn't look well last night. I thought maybe we'd fucked you too hard or something, but you're back for more! Yay!" "I know you?" "Oh man -- that hurts my feelings. I was your first. You need to lay off the weed a little. Try this." He held a little bottle under my nose. I sniffed and that made me cough like crazy. I was sure my waking self was also coughing. "Maybe he needs to lay down," another deep voice said. "Let's put him on the bench." "This is a dream." "Yeah, Slim. That's exactly what this is. You're dreaming now." the others chuckled and whispered. I was lying on my back. In the sparse light I could see I was surrounded by hard-ons, bald heads, tattoos and leather arm bands. There were more than five now. "How many are here?" "Enough to make this your best dream ever. You want lube or you wanna go dry like last night?" "What?" "Let Jeff go first. He hasn't bred you yet. Go ahead, Jeff." A big, bearded ape of a man stood next to me and let his hard dick poke me in the eye. Ouch. I'm glad my waking self had taken my contacts out. "I like that. Do it again, Jeff." More chuckling. He poked that hard rod into both eyes until I could barely see. "Can I fuck his eyes out?" "No. Let's keep it a little more sane tonight. We've already done enough weird shit to the poor kid." "Fine. But I gotta piss first." He aimed that fat head right at my mouth and I saw the first few drops fall before a blast hit me in the lips. It was hot and odorless. "He digs that! Look at how hard he is. I'm gonna go now too." Then there were three or four streams hitting me in various places. "Piss in his eyes!" And somebody did. It didn't sting at all...in fact, I thought I would ejaculate right then. My vision was blurry but I could see that ape Jeff get between my legs and started licking my asshole. I shot my load. Best dream ever! "Sorry, guys." "Don't worry, Slim. You cum several times every night. That was just your warm-up shot." Jeff was on top of me. His big belly was so hairy and his beard was rubbing my face raw. I could feel his hard tool push deep into me. It felt a little painful and a little amazing. "Damn. You guys have him all loosened up. When do I get to break a cherry ass?" "When you quit the third shift and get here at a normal hour of night. I was his first, and he took it like a champ." Jeff had a tattoo under the hair on his chest. I tried to see what it was, but it was hard to make out. It kept changing. At first it looked like some kind of symbol but then it became a skull. He was really thrusting into me with full force. It was so nice. Was he my boyfriend in this dream? I reached around and hugged him like he was. That set something off in his brain because he went deeper and faster. "Here it comes!! Ah Shit!!" He bucked and spasmed a few more times before stopping. We lie there for about ten seconds before he stood up and shook some remaining cum drops on my legs. "What's your tattoo, Jeff?" He laughed as did the others. "You need a tattoo also, Slim. We've already marked your insides...maybe it's time to mark the skin." I don't even know who was talking. let's get you something on your skin. Whispers. "Hold out your arm." I did. I felt a razor blade go through the soft skin of my inner arm. Huh? Then the first guy stood next to me and cut his own arm. He pressed his fresh wound against mine. "I'm your blood bother now." Then everybody else wanted to do it. I was cut in multiple places and got contact from all their lacerations. It didn't make sense, but I didn't say anything. Dreams are just weird. The rest of them fucked me and it felt great every time. A few of them went twice and a few of them wanted their cum swallowed -- which I was all too happy to do. Sperm tastes like lemons and salt and life. "I could live on sperm." "Well, we can arrange that, Slim." And the, a parade of dicks of all shapes, sizes and colors were in my mouth, feeding me seed. Sometimes a bare asshole would be planted on my mouth. Some of them smelled bad, but in a nice way. More pee. Best dream ever. "Don't leave now, Slim." But I needed to go. My phone was ringing. It was my boss asking if I was feeling any better. Coughing. "Yeah. I think my fever has broken. I should be back in a day or two." "Well, make sure you're well. Half the staff is out sick." "OK. Bye. Thanks for calling." I actually did feel better. A little weak maybe, but not like before. And thirsty. My mouth was so dry and my lips were chapped. And I had bled all over my comforter. I was cut up in eight different places. I had enough strength to dress myself and go outside. Mail had piled up. The hood of my car was warm. Wherever that dream took place, it was within driving distance. I knew what I'd done and what had been done to me. It was all a dream, though. I was blameless and so were they. That dream stayed inside of me forever.

I was walking down an alley shortcut after leaving the place to get some fresh air. It was stinking hot, steamy and the smoldering temperatures in my city made it tough to sleep that night, so I went wandering with my camera to look for some great lighting to shoot some images. I had smoked a big bowl of my personal tina, hash and weed mixture and it had got me high and feeling creatively sleazy. That or the full moon that was shining brightly in the cloudless sky. I was downtown on the West side, great locations for some good photos. I loved the hardcore look and the way the alleys were always funky cool. I turned a corner into an alley I had never walked through before. Industrial leftovers, piles of iron and steel along the walls, steam pipes breath from wall mounted exhausts made it super cool looking and when I found the old abandoned cars and machinery I was pumped as it was the perfect place to shoot. I pulled out my Nikon with a 35-55mm lens and began to work. As if someone was reading my mind, the exhausts began pumping out more steam draping everything in awesome moonlight. I was lost in this perfect place and had been shooting images for about 20 minutes when I was surprised by a deep voice coming from the shadows near a single metal door with a dim china hat light over it. Out from the shadows walked a huge man, big, black, mature, and about 55 I guess, leather chaps over Levi jeans, black biker boots and a sleeveless wife-beater shirt. Big guns with leather and metal armbands and I could see both his nipples were pierced as his nipple rings pushed through the sweat soaked shirt. He must have been 6'6" and around 260 with big beefy muscle. Gray hair and a small leather and ringlets collar around his throat. I couldn't help to notice the massive bulge in his crotch either and I think he may have noticed my focus as he was smiling when I looked up at him. "I've been sitting here watching you since you walked down here. You really were getting into it, man" he said as he walked over nearer to me and took a seat on a pile of pallets. He had a bottle of gold Tequila in one hand and he offered it to me. "Thanks, I love tequila but it makes me super horny, er I mean, ah shit!" He laughed at me and told me not to worry, it does the same to him. I took a big pull from the bottle and handed back to him. Smooth tasting, smokey smooth. He took a sip and then asked me if I smoked. "Not cigarettes" I replied. "Good because I have some smoke here that you just might enjoy... as a matter of fact" he said as he pulled out a small black leather bag and began to assemble the contents, adding "I'm certain you are going to love it." I could see glass pipes, some plastic wrapped tube things, rubber surgical tubing, a huge bag of tina, a chunk of black hash, a couple of big bottles of poppers. "Holy fuck man, you look like you are ready for some serious partying!" "Just wait, buddy, let's see what we can do with this stuff, cool?" he asked me while I watched him load a pipe with huge shards of tina. "Smoke?" he invited, remarking "This is killer glass from some biker bros of mine. Potent shit, man." "Sure, I'll have a little taste." He handed me the pipe and held the propane lighter under it, heating it up until he said "Suck it man, suck that glass pipe white boy." Wow, this shit was good and very fucking potent. One hit and I was wobbly and then the big black Daddy said "Go ahead and take another hit, I know you going to like it." I began to wonder what he meant. "Suck it white boy, suck that glass cock and take that smoke down your throat and then shotgun it to me." Fuck yes, I thought as I sucked a huge lungful of the potent smoke holding in for a long time until he brought his mouth to mine and I started a slow exhale as he took it all down his throat and held it there. He stared at me closely now his face a few inches from mine as he looked in my eyes and then took my head in both hands and forced his tongue into my mouth and exhaled the tina smoke. Holy fuck, I was getting so fucking high from this shit and now this hot blackman was doing things to my mouth with his tongue that was turning me on in a massive way. He held my head and literally began to tongue fuck my mouth and one of his hands found my nipples and he began to work them over rough and hard until he pulled his mouth from mine and I finally got to exhale the smoke. Motherfucker, the rush of a lung-full of that smoke! My legs were loose and wobbly and he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, against which I had to use both hands to steady myself. He reached into his bag and brought out a bottle of poppers. "Oh yeah, baby. Daddy's gonna get you high and fucked up just like you want it. Right boy?" he asked as he held the poppers under my nose. "Snort baby, snort those poppers 'cause Daddy's got something for you that you're gonna love." I snorted three big hits and then he capped the bottle and stepped back from me, the moonlight glimmering off the metal and leather he wore and the little beads of sweat that covered his bare skin. He began to slowly grind his body in front of me, grabbing his crotch and pulling on his nipple rings, his eyes growing bigger as his lust was being unleashed. The bulge in his pants was now huge. I had never seen anything like this and this gyrating hot Daddy was really turning me on. He strode in to feed me another round of popper hits and then back to his grinding, One hand pulling hard on his nipple while the other began to unzip his pants. I could see the cockring first, big and shining silver and then out came his cock. Motherfucker! It was still soft but it had to be eight inches long and fucking thick too. He walked slowly over to where he had left the pipe on the pallets and loaded the pipe again. Walking back to me one hand on his cock, the other with the pipe he placed it in my mouth and held it there as he took one of my hands and put it on his massive meat. I began to squeeze his cock and milk its thickness and feel it begin to harden, the heat of his cock was amazing. He held the lighter under the pipe and told me to suck it. "Suck it baby, suck that glass cock cause your black daddy is going to take you to places you've never been to before. You going to swallow this smoke and then you going to swallow my cock and I am going to feed you the biggest nut you have ever swallowed baby, then you going to keep sucking my cock so I can stretch that tight white ass open and fill you with more cum then you can imagine! You want it, baby. You want Daddy's cock fucking your holes and filling them with my cum. And baby, Daddy's balls are filled right up. Three weeks of hot cum and I going to pump it all inside you." His lust was massive, his eyes wide like an animal after catching his prey, now he was going to feast on it. We traded another shotgun of tina and his tongue begins to fuck my mouth hard and probing as one of his hands finds my crotch. He slowly unzips my pants dropping them to to my ankles. "No underwear boy? Hmmm, well lets see if you want it bad then." His massive paw wrapped itself around my cock and squeezed my big balls hard just the way I love it. He started to jerk me off with one hand, his tongue buried down my throat and his other hand working my nipples over, pulling them taunt, twisting them, grabbing my cheat and pulling handfuls of my pecs as he begins to groan like a lion. I was pinned to the wall, as the smoke worked me over and as the Daddy used me hard. "Keep jerking me off, boy. Milk that big black snake. Jerk it harder. You can't hurt black steel, baby." The pipe appeared again and he arched his back and started to fuck my hand with his cock. I wrapped both my hands around the shaft and jerked him off hard, working his huge balls in one hand and then rubbing the mushroom head of that magical cock until it was dripping precum like a water tap. He continued to smoke and it seemed like the smoke made his cock swell larger and thicker. I looked at him and his lust-crazed eyes were devouring me. He kept grinding his massive cock in my hands and then told me to open my mouth as he exhaled the potent cloud of tina feeding it too me then feeding me his tongue in an aggressive hot kiss. "Suck my tongue baby. Suck it into your mouth like you're going to to suck my cock. Show your Daddy how you going to suck his cock. Come on, baby, suck my tongue." Fuck yes, I thought as I wrapped my lips around his long tongue sucking it deep into my mouth and taking it like a cock, working his tongue over and then sliding my tongue in his mouth as I convinced myself that I was fuckin' hungry for some cock and cum. He pushed me away, holding me with both his paws hard against the brick wall. "It's time baby, time for you to taste some man meat. You ready to gag on some thick cock boy? 'Cause I ain't stopping sliding my cock down your throat until my balls are slapping on your chin!" The poppers appear under my nose and he stuffed his tongue in my ear and whispered, "Snort baby, snort it up cause you're about to get throat-fucked by my big black dick. Snort it, baby. Snort it up hard!" The poppers kicked-in big time and Daddy stepped back, grabbing both my nipples in his hands, pulling down roughly until I find he had put his big tool back in his pants. It's huge hard outline was in my face and he began to grind his crotch in my face. He grabbed a handful of my hair and leered down at me, kneeling in front of him, high as a fucking kite. His lust was becoming unleashed and, as he slowly unzipped his pants, he whispered "You ready boy? You ready to worship some serious black cock, boy?" I don't get to answer as he slid two, then three fingers into my mouth and as deep down my throat as he could reach. Three became four, and with that I gagged as my throat was filled with his fingers. With that he whispered "Fuck yes, lube for my cock boy. I love throat-cum when I fuck a white boy's throat. I love to make him gag. Now, suck my fucking cock boy. Suck it like you want it all down your throat.” I was on my knees, my mouth open - and then I saw his cock. It was massive. It was thick and rock hard. A cock massive in length, maybe 12.5 inches, a thick mushroom head that oozed precum. He had one of those big beer-can shaped cocks with a huge cock ring wrapped around low hanging bull balls. I looked up and saw him staring down at me with a real look of lust in his eyes as he began to slid he cock into my mouth, slowly an inch at a time and then pulling it out to slap it across my face, rub the tip over my lips and then back into my mouth again. "Yeah, baby, suck on Daddy's cock. You don't know it yet but you walked down an alley that leads to the backdoor of my party palace, my dungeon and playroom. Right now there is a full-on fuck fest going on behind that big steel door, and you're going to be the meat I throw to all the fuckin' hung tigers in there. You ever been a gang bang boy? No? Good, 'cause we're all gonna fuck your white pussy and turn you into a cum dump until all your holes are filled with cum." He was telling me this as he went deeper and deeper down my throat with that cock. He seemed to know exactly when to feed me more poppers and then more of his cock. "But before I take you in to the pit, I going to take a ride down your throat then impale you with this cock until you got my loads up your ass and filling your belly!" I cannot help but be overcome by wave after wave of sexual lust, lusting for more of his cock, lusting to taste his cum, to feel his cock shooting big blasts of hot cum up my ass. Fuck yes, I was into the cock-sucking zone and I took both his hands on put them on the back of my head. "Fuck yeah, boy, you want me to force this cock down your throat, don't you?" I could only gag in agreement as he started to slowly work that gigantic cock in my throat. I felt it when it started to open my throat up. He knew what he was doing. In between feeding me another inch of cock, he fed me poppers, and then, when his cock was fully lodged in my throat, he pulled my head to his crotch, slowly but forcefully. Holy fuck, it felt like his cock was all the way into my stomach. I couldn't breath and just let him slide his cock until I felt his balls on my chin. I forced my tongue between my stretched open lips and began tonguing his balls, he groaned and began to slid his cock from deep down my throat until just the thick head was in my mouth. "Look at me boy, I want to see your eyes while I go balls deep again. I wanna see you lusting for my cock boy. I wanna hear you begging for me to feed you my cum boy. Here it comes, boy. Oh fuck yeah. Fuckin' take my dick boy. Yeah, it's gonna go all the way down your throat. Come on suck it, slut. Suck my fuckin' cock you fucking cock pig!" I started to deep-throat every inch, taking it from the head all the way to the root, doing my best to tongue-lash his huge ball sac. Both his hands on my head he began to deep fuck my throat taking his cock all the way out until I was sucking on his hard mushroom head and then sliding it all the way deep into my throat. He stopped for a moment and began rubbing his cock all over my face and slapping my face with his monster cock. "want some precum" as he jerked his cock off in my face and told me to open my mouth while he squeezed enough precum into my mouth it was like he was cumming. then he fed me more poppers and started to really deep fuck my mouth until my throat slim dripped off my chin. But after a few more minutes of me working his beautiful cock with my mouth and throat, I felt him tugging at my waist. "If I let you do that much longer, I’ll be cumming down your throat and all over your face! Is that what you want? You want this huge load of cum all over your face and filling your mouth?" "Fuck yes, Daddy! Fuck my mouth deep. Feed me that hot load! I want to swallow all your jizz! Fuckin' feed it to me!" With that he ordered me me to suck him harder, and likewise ordered me to tug at his balls. Doing so, I could tell he was getting close, and for that matter I could feel his cock, fully-lodged in my throat, was getting harder and thicker. He groaned continuously, and then he yanked his cock from my throat, and he jerked himself, he ordered me to open my mouth. I complied just in time to swallow blast after blast of his hot, thick cum. It exploded from his cock and covered my face with the first few ropes, then he put the head in my mouth as he keep jerking the big black cock off until cum overflowed out of my mouth. Even as I swallowed his massive hot loads, his cock keep shooting until he pulled out and shot even more cum all over my face all the while slapping his cock on my tongue and lips. I swallowed it all and then he forced his cock back deep into my throat and finished cumming but told me to keep sucking him as he was still rock hard. "Fuck yes, you hot cock sucking cum slut. Just what I love. I'm gonna feed you so fuckin' much cum in all your holes. Your belly will be full and your ass dripping. Now get up here and let me get you high so I can really turn you into my cum dump slut."

Being a total faggot bottom bitch with an insatiable cunt doesn't mean a guy isn't masculine. I have always said that it takes a real man to completely give up his pussy/cunt to another man. I have been in a number of gangbang situations where the bottom's demeanor becomes more masculine with the more loads he takes. Having all of that testosterone in him makes him one manly cum receptacle.

Christmas Rest stop surprise (fiction) I was driving home from visit with family for the holiday and decided to get some coffee at a rest area. I saw some tractor trailers in the back with lights on in the cabs. I walked into the bathroom to take a piss and saw a couple of guys using the bathroom. I walk over to a urinal and unzip and do my thing. I zip up and walk past the guys standing there, trying to catch a free look and there is one guy, jeans, tshirt, work boots, hot as hell, that looked my way as I walked past and he gave me a peek. I walked over to the sink, washed my hands and glanced over at him and walked out into the lobby of the rest area. I was on line to get my coffee and the guy walked out and stood on line a few people behind me. I got my coffee and told the guy behind the counter that I wanted to pay for that guys coffee. I walk over to get my sugar and take my time. Suddenly the guy comes up next to me and in a deep voice, says, thanks for the coffee bud. I look up at him, and say, you’re welcome. I go and grab a table in a far off corner and he walks over and asks if he can join, of course, I reply. He sits down and holds out his hand, I am Joe, I shake his hand and reply, hi Joe, I am Mike, never blinking as I look in his eyes, which were the deepest green I have ever seen. So we chatted a bit, and he asks if I was ever in the cab of a truck. I reply no. he quickly shoots back, want to? I say sure and smile. He chugs his coffee as we keep chatting and I finish up quickly and we walk toward his truck. It’s a brand new truck and its red, my fave color. He opens the door and I climb up into the passenger seat. He closes the door and jumps in the drivers side. He turns the key and the radio comes on and shows all the lights and gadgets for which he tells me what is what. His hand is suddenly on my knee as we talk. I am listening intently to him and he leans in and asks, can I kiss you? I lean in an inch from his face and say yes…. He leans in and kisses me hard, pushing me back into the seat. We kiss for about 5 minutes and he says, lets move to the back. Lead the way I say. He climbs in the back and grabs my hand and leads me in. its nice back there too. Queen size bed, LED lighting, rubber sheets… we kiss as he pulls off my jacket and shirt. I then return the favor, he is furry and muscled, just hot I like a man. He lays on top of me and we are kissing and I run my hands down his back, feeling his ass through his jeans, then I reach under him and feel a very nice surprise. Had to be 10 inches of thick man cock bulging through the denim. I unbuckle his belt and then unbutton his pants. He pulls off of our kiss and says, oh you want to get right to it huh… I say yes. He stands up, pulls his jeans off and I am in awe. He then then unbuckles my belt, pulls the belt out of my pants and then pulls my khakis off. He then flips me over and rips off my briefs, smacking my ass. Hmmmmmm this ass is all mine now he says. He then shoves a dry finger into my hole, pulls it out, moistens it and then does it again. I hear him fumbling around and I hear his squirt some lube onto his cock. here is comes bitch, he says. He then shoves the tip of the bottle into my hole, squeezing the contents into my ass. I feel it burn some as he does this. What are you doing, I ask. This is just a nice lube to relax you and your hole. I start to try and get up and he drops himself on top of me and says, just relax, you will feel good in a minute. He then whispers in my ear that there is ground up meth in the lube, its his own recipe. I start to squirm and while I am doing that, I can feel him positioning his cock at my hole. I thought you wanted to get fucked baby, he says, suddenly I feel an urge that I have never felt before and I say, yes sir I do. He makes me beg for it, I beg for his cock, and he rams into me, all 10 inches, as he does this he reaches his hand and covers my mouth to muffle my scream. There you go baby, that wasn’t so bad was it, he asks. I can feel myself relaxing and he then starts to fuck me slowly at first and before long is pounding me like I have never ever thought I would be or could be pounded. I just kept on begging for it deeper and deeper. He then says, I am about to cum, want it? I beg for it, with that he rams all the way in and is panting in my ear, I can feel the warmth of his cum in me. Oh baby he says, your mine for the night now. With that he slowly pulls out and flips me over, laying on me and kissing me. He then starts to pull my arms up to work my pits, and as he does this, he has restraints ready to latch onto my wrists, which he does quickly. I start to try and fight but its no use, I am already restrained to the headboard. He then grabs a couple of other restraints attached to the headboard and pulls them down to my ankles. With a pull my legs are pulled up into the air. Hmmmmmmm my cum is leaking some.. love that view, he says. With that, he pulls on his pants, and goes into the cab, and jumps on the cb radio. I notice a couple of tattoos on his back, all with a radioactive sign in them, reality sets in, he pozzed me. …. Breaker breaker I have a bitch in cab ready to roll. With that I hear other voices, on our way… what the…… (more to follow)

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…

1998 I've been a practical, plan-ahead, cautious guy. Maybe it's because I grew up in a chaotic household or whatever, but I always knew I wanted to be a responsible adult some day... and now I was. I had a good job, a little house with a sensible mortgage, and I lived life without much drama. It was a quiet, sensible existence, although somewhat lonely at times. I was gay, but I didn't have any gay friends. i didn't go to bars and never drank alcohol. I'd seen enough of drunken stupidity as a kid. I liked my co-workers and I liked my boss. Everything was fine....until it wasn't. What was the first sign? I'm not sure. I remember finding a cigarette butt in my driveway, but I'd guessed it was from the mail guy or maybe it just blew in with other trash I'd sometimes find in my yard. I didn't think more about it. And then I started getting strange phone calls - on both my cell and land line. If I answered, the other party would hang up. If I didn't answer, my voicemail would fill up with cryptic messages: "You in?" "Wash your car." "I can see you." Called ID was no help because all the numbers were different and none of them could be called back. I just turned off voicemail on both phones. Nobody needed to reach me anyway. I was isolated. I couldn't not answer or turn off the voicemail at work however. Nothing weird ever happened there. Impossible. But one afternoon, I got back from getting coffee to find three voicemail messages that were from the same person. It was a man with a deep voice. All of it was the same nonsense Id heard before. None of them were sinister, but they were definitely creepy. How did this person know all of my phone numbers? I started getting paranoid. I even changed all the numbers, but after a few more days, the calls would resume. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Why? What was the point? If the purpose was to make me scared, it worked. I lowered my blinds and made sure my door was locked. I thought about getting a German Shepherd, but that would mean walking him and putting myself out in the open. I called a couple of home alarm companies, but the cost was ridiculous. I just stayed home behind a locked door and closed windows while the phones kept ringing. And then I got an email: "Tired yet? You can make this stop by leaving your bedroom window unlocked. You ass is my goal. Give that up and things will go back to normal" What the fuck?? I couldn't reply to the email of course. It didn't exist. I changed all my passwords immediately. I didn't use the computer much these days except for work stuff and maybe some casino games, but there was a time I used to go to gay chat rooms and look at porn and stuff like that. Not anymore. Nope. That's probably where this guy got all my information. I should be okay now. I had taken every precaution possible. I set up a firewall and basked in the warmth of those flames. I sat in my little "office" in the back room and played solitaire. Nothing happened for a week. My phone rang at work one morning: "Hello?" "One is the loneliest number.." "Excuse me?" "You heard me. When are you going to let me cum inside your ass?" "Not interested. Call someone else. LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I didn't realize how loud I was until other people in my office dropped by to ask if I was okay. So I stayed home alone and played solitaire over and over. My IM dinged: "Is this all you do now? Lose card games hour after hour?" Something broke in me. "What do you want from me? Who are you?" "I told you what I want. Let down your guard and let me in. I will leave you alone after I fuck your ass raw. Deal?" Weirdly, I was suddenly aroused. I had a helpless boner that just would not go away. It was storming outside. "Fine. You win. I surrender. When?" "Not now. The weather is bad and I'm drenched. Plus you need to shave." And then he disappeared from the screen. OK. The stalker had won. I was going to give in and let whatever happen. I hardly slept at all that night. It thundered and rained for hours. He said he was drenched. Was he looking through a window at me? All the blinds were closed, but maybe there was a peeking spot. I went outside the next morning and looked around. I saw more cigarette butts and some huge footprints in the mud. It had rained since our chat. Maybe he had hung around afterward. I called in sick to work. My phone rang shortly afterwards. I answered. "Don't waste any more sick time. You're going to be needing it soon enough. Take a shower, shave and leave your house unlocked. See you after dark." It was early. I tried to take a nap, but I kept having flashes of dreams of this mystery man. He's won alight -- he was inside my head now. I showered, shaved and groomed. I made the bed and sprinkled sage oil around the room. It was barely even dusk now and I was already coming out of my skin with anxiety. I dressed really quickly and drove down to the corner liquor store. I needed to relax. The store was small, but so crowded with bottles of everything that I had no idea what to buy. The old lady at the register asked if I needed help and I stood there, looking stupid. "Y-yeah...what do you recommend?" "Pardon?" "I mean...if you needed a drink right now because you were stressed, what would you have?" "I figured you needed to sleep. You're wearing pajama bottoms." Oh shit. I was. My mind was so occupied that I'd put on pajama pants instead of jeans. Did I remember a wallet? No. "I'm so sorry to bother you. I left my money at home. I'll come back." "No problem. You've got an open account already. Some tall gentleman just came in here, described you and said he'd pay for whatever you wanted. Friend of yours?" "Yes." The guy was always a step ahead of me, and I'd rather have someone like that as a friend than an enemy. "Well, I'd suggest some Grey Goose vodka. It's smooth as hell and always puts me in a good mood. It's expensive, but you're not paying -- get the big bottle." And I did. By the time I got back home it was dark. I was shaking as I went in my unlocked door. I somehow managed to pour a short glass of vodka. Are you supposed to ice to it? Water? Coke? I drank it straight. It burned my insides,but in a good way. It was officially night. I took one more drink and headed for bed. I left all the lights off. Inside my bedroom, I flipped on a lava lamp in the corner. I didn't want complete blackness. Not yet. I took off my t-shirt and sandals and lied back in bed. Every little noise set my nerves on edge, but I guess the vodka was kicking in because I started to finally doze for a a bit. It was raining hard again. The great thing about lava lamps is that the light is never the same. It swirls and tumbles slowly as you watch. Another storm was moving through. I slept hard before a really huge clap of thunder woke me up. What time was it? I looked around for my digital clock and saw him standing there. "There might be a tornado coming. Prepared for the worst?" I was confused and alarmed. The stalker man was standing a few feet away from me wearing a black plastic raincoat with his bare legs and bare feet showing. He was 6'7" at least, but I couldn't see his face because he had the hood on and was facing away from the meager light. "Nice lava lamp. It smells different in here.... like oranges. Did you do that for me?" "You've been in here before?" "Many times. It usually smells like fabric softener and you. I know your smell by heart." Seriously? I needed to wake up a little. "Here", he said, handing me a full glass of vodka. "Have an eye-opener." I gulped it like a pro. "Very nice. I used the nice glasses your grandma left you. Need a refill? I brought the bottle." "I want to see you." "You will. Have another shot first. Have two. I've already had my share of it." I drank as much as I thought I could stand, wiped my mouth, and sat up. Whoa. Head rush! "No more until I see you", I said impatiently He just kept standing there before finally parting the bottom of his raincoat, revealing a huge erect penis that was pointing right at me. I was breathless. He was naked underneath that rain gear. "Lie back down. All will be revealed, kid." I did. There was a crinkling of plastic and then silence. Suddenly he was on top of me. In the weak light, I could see his head was shaved bald. He had a big, handsome face that was a little shrunken somehow. He didn't look evil, but he didn't look normal either. "You won. You said you wanted my ass. Take it." "I won, but so did you....sort of. Lie still." He shoved a long finger in my butt. It wasn't comfortable, but not painful either. Then it was two fingers. Ow. "Relax. Think of my dick. I know you liked it when you saw it." Yeah. I did. He tried three fingers, but it wouldn't work. "You're almost there. Push your hole out a little." I tried. I really did. And then he held a small bottle under my nose and told me to inhale. It smelled like the stuff I used to clean my laptop screen. It made me dizzy and a little sick, but the three fingers were deep inside of me somehow. I liked it. I never even thought of that part of my body before and now it was being treated to this wonderful sensation. Damn. "Good. Good. Now I need you to make me feel good. I'm gonna sit on your face so you can eat my ass. He was suddenly planted there right on my head. His ass was nice and hard and skinny. I thought by "eat" he meant "lick" and so that's what I did. I wore my tongue out working on his anus. He kept telling me how good I was. I thought I might shoot my load right then, but he pulled away. I thought that's all he had in mind until his dick entered my mouth from on top. Hell, he invaded my mouth and throat before I could even understand what was happening. His tender, skinny thighs were squeezing my head from both sides. "Earn this dick!" I swallowed and gagged and felt close to vomiting, but every time I felt overwhelmed by penis, he'd back off a little. It was like he was reading me. I kept sucking him and noting new flavors. "You have to stop now. I'm not wasting a load down your throat." He let me have more sips of vodka and more sniffs of the cleaning fluid. I noticed how good I was feeling as he spread my legs apart. He put his dick up against my hole and teased me a little. He moved in and plowed directly into me. No rubber or anything. I guess the fingers and booze and that sniffing stuff had worked because I was fine. It pinched a little, but I loved having that glorious dick inside of me. "I'm so close to coming. I'll try to...I...Ohhh. Hold on!" He started bucking and thrusting. "Shit. It's too late. I'm giving you your prize now!!" He came and my dick spontaneously shot a wad that landed on his stomach. And then we stayed in position for a long time. He rolled off and lied next to me. We watched the purplish-pink lights from the lava lamp play on the ceiling. "Lava lamps are cool because they're always changing. Like you. Whether you feel it or not, your body is changing right now. I changed you forever. Are you aware of that?" "Yes." "No, I mean I just.." "Yes." "Ah. Smart. You've always been smart. I knew that about you." "How? I mean, how did you keep track of me and see me no matter what I did? How?" "You know. You just don't know you know." "How do you move?" Strange question, considering everything...but it seemed like the right thing to ask. "Like dust motes. Ever been staring into a ray of light through a window and seen dust floating in the air...and then they move quickly in one direction and you don't know how or why? That's me and that's how I move." Oh. I thought about the army of viral invaders in my bloodstream right now. It wasn't like I had a choice. We slept. His long, narrow feet stuck out over the end of the bed. Maybe that's why he was gone in the morning. I kept leaving all the doors unlocked and sleeping with my lava lamp on. Sometimes he visited again. Then I got the flu really bad and he was over constantly. He took care of me until I recovered. "Keep looking at the lights. I changed you, but you can change yourself as well. I'll be back." Beautiful, soft colors at night. I knew he would be there whenever I needed him.

Love reading this thread! It reinforces what a huge slut I am and so proud of it. Partner count is up to 195 guys since Jan 1 and y load count is up to 202 thanks to all my fuck buds and repeat matings. Nearly half way through the year and almost half way to my goal of 500 partners and at least 500 loads in a single year. Looks like another sex club/resort trip is in order.

I love big black dick!!! Just thought I'd say it.

Thanks HOTFKR

PART 8 As I got into campus, I immediately dropped by the university clinic to schedule an appointment with the resident gynecologist. The clinic is quite large and is more like a small hospital. There were only a few people in the clinic when I got there, I went into the student's desk and asked for an appointment with the gynecologist, the attendant told me that the next available schedule was 2pm the next day as Dr. Fatima was out attending a seminar today. I scheduled myself for 2pm and left to get to my dorm. I got into my room, and and rested for a few minutes. All the fucking I've been having must have really taken its toll on me, my body was hurting everywhere but I don't regret it, the thought cock and cum makes my pussy tingle and wet in an instant. I took a shower and changed and got myself some early dinner as I planned to sleep in early. I slept before 8pm and woke up at 7 the next day. As I woke up, I was checking my emails and saw an email from Prof Ahmed asking me to drop by his office at 10am if possible, he wanted to discuss with me the paper he's working on. By 9:45 I was already on my way to Prof Ahmed's office wearing a skimpy black dress as if I was going to a club. With my best bras and a g-string, I knew how this "discussion" was going to end. I knocked on Prof Ahmed's door and the usual "come in" invited me to his office. I let myself in and there he was gorgeous as ever sitting behind his desk, he was on his laptop and as he stood up to greet me, I noticed how fit he really is, his shirt today is tighter than before, I can see the definition of his pecs and nipples through his shirt and I was loving it. He greeted me with a smile and asked me to sit down. He handed me a thick pile of papers and asked me to read them and check if they were of any use to his research. He asked me to submit to him a list of the articles I think might be useful to his research. He also handed me a name with contact details from an officer in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and asked me to schedule a meeting with the guy. Prof Ahmed has been trying to contact the guy to no avail and an interview with this person might really help us move forward with the research we are working on. After that professor Ahmed walked to the door and I was disappointed, I thought there was gonna me more to this meeting but it seemed like he was showing me out of his office already. My eyes twinkled and my smile was all to obvious as I heard him lock the door and he started undressing while walking back towards me. He saw how happy I was and said "you thought I'd be saying goodbye without a fuck?" To which I replied in a slutty manner "I don't know what you are talking about." I smiled and bit my lip as I put my hands behind his head and guided it towards mine as we kissed in the most passionate manner possible. As Professor Ahmed finished stripping off his shirt, I saw how toned his body is, he had an amazing body especially for a professor. He was rocking a 6 pack and amazing pecs. He slightly had hair on his chest and abdomen which I love and I immediately started to pull off the kiss and lick on his neck, then chest then abdomen as I was unbuckling his pants. I was desperate for a cock and it showed. I was able to undress him and I immediately put his rock hard 8 inch cock into my mouth. I slurped and slurped and I deep throated him like my life depended on it. He was moaning and grunting and he put his hands behind my head as he guided my head as I sucked him. He then removed my dress and cupped my breasts ... he gently removed my bras and he saw that I was only wearing a g-string. He smirked and said in a smug manner as he was playing with my pussy from the outside "you knew this would happen didn't you?", I replied in a fake innocent manner "I really don't know what you are talking about, but I'd like to come prepared" he then got me to lay on his desk as he lapped on my pussy. He fingered it as he was slurping all over it... he was like a mad dog. He put in a finger then 2 then 3 ... then 4. It was as if he wanted to fist me... I was moaning and moaning as I enjoyed the moment and then *plop his entire hand was now inside my vagina. My professor was fisting me! It hurt but felt really good at the same time. He was wrists deep into my vagina when he pulled his hand out and I let out a big sigh ... I felt empty. Then my eyes widened as I saw him spit on his cock and my pussy and he slowly slid his thick piece of meat into me. It was awesome! He then started pumping into me and our hands were all over each other as we kissed. We were fucking like rabbits in his office and then I heard him grunt and then I knew he was cumming in me. I felt his dick pulsate inside me as jets of cum made its way into my pussy. He then slowly pulled his cock out of me and we get dressed. As I was about to make my way out of his office he asked me "where are you going after this?" And then *boom ... i just realized I had an appointment with the school gynecologist this afternoon. Shit! I can't go in there with cum in my pussy.

In the sauna again. Went into the dark room and there is a guy gagged and tied to the bed. I test his hole with 2 fingers and hes had a few loads. I give him a good fingering and the come is dripping out of his hole. then another guy is next to me and he starts to tongue the guys hole getting as much spunk out as he can. Iam dying to fill this bitch up so get my cock straight up him, it slides in no problem. A quck few thrusts and Iam spurting up his arse adding to the loads he`s already taken. When I pull out the other guy cleans my cock with his tongue before sucking my spunk out of the bitches hole.

SHACKLED AND SHAVED (Part 3) Brandon lay on the bed, blind. He heard the door close, so he guessed that Mitch had left the room. He thought briefly about removing the blindfold but remembered that there were a couple of security cameras in the room. He figured it would be best not to disobey Mitch. The eighteen-year-old’s young mind was in turmoil. He wondered if Mitch was right. Was he really meant to be a submissive slut? Mitch was right that he was a pretentious asshole to most people. He took advantage of everyone he could, always trying to manipulate them into doing what he wanted, but never just coming out and asking for things directly. He often even treated his boyfriend Aiden badly, trying to see how much Aiden would put up with before standing up for himself. Was it because deep down he wanted to finally push someone so far that they would push back and put him in his place? Brandon’s introspection was cut short when loud pulsing trance music suddenly filled the room. Instinctively he tried to look around, forgetting that he was blindfolded. He wasn’t sure how long he lay on the bed listening to the music. The music seemed to be a continuous mix of several songs flowing into one another and then back again. Eventually he felt his body getting warm and tingling. His skin was sensitive and the feel of the smooth sheet on his back became more intense. Brandon had done Ecstasy a few times before while partying in high school, so recognized its effects. As the drug kicked in, Brandon started rubbing his hands over his body in time to the music, enjoying the sensation of being touched. His left hand strayed down to his dick, which had softened while he had been thinking. The hood was back up covering the head, but the shaft was still a little plump. He ran his fingers through his small patch of pubic hair, then over his dick, and fondled his small fuzzy balls. “You don’t get to play with yourself without permission Boy,” yelled Mitch into his ear as he grabbed the boy’s hand and pulled it off his genitals, “I guess you need some help controlling yourself.” A pair of hands slipped under his shoulders and pushed his back up off the bed. Once he was in a sitting position, Brandon felt Mitch’s muscular arms slide under his own arms and wrap around his chest from behind. The slim boy was easily lifted up off the mattress, swung around and set back down a couple feet away on his feet. The volume of the music decreased to a level where voices would still be heard over it. “Stand on your feet Boy,” said Mitch from behind him. The muscular arms slid out from around his chest and then down his arms. Large strong hands grabbed the boy’s smaller hands and raised them up over his head. Mitch’s fingers intertwined with his and Brandon felt the man’s hairy chest press up against his back. A scratchy beard brushed against his neck and he felt the man’s hot breath blowing into his ear. The E was really starting to kick in and Brandon could not resist swaying to the music and grinding his ass back against the large leather clad bulge that was pressing into his lower back. As he started to lose himself to the music, the drug, and the feeling of rubbing back against a man that was taking control of him, he felt cold metal pressed against his wrists. The next thing Brandon knew, Mitch stepped away from him, but his arms and hands remained raised above his head, held in place by shackles attached to the ceiling. “You can continue to dance Boy. Show off that hot naked little body of yours. It pleases me to see you embracing your sexuality,” said Mitch from behind him, but still close to his ear. *** After Mitch had left the room, he had turned on the sound system and keyed in a trance mix on his smart phone that was synced to the basements sounds system. He nodded at Dustin, who was waiting in the main playroom outside Brandon’s ‘cell’, which also doubled as the wet room for piss play. Dustin sprung into action and started moving all the supplies that Mitch had prepared into Brandon’s cell, along with two bright directional lights and a video camera mounted on a tripod. He adjusted the camera so that it would have an unobstructed view of the bed and an area next to the bed where Mitch indicated. Dustin was thirty years old, but still very much a twink. He was 5’10” and weighed about 130 pounds. He had short light brown hair and almost no body hair. Mitch had met Dustin about ten years ago through Rentboy. Dustin had already been poz by the time he met Mitch, so Dustin had never fully been Mitch’s Boy in the way Mitch intended to possess Brandon. Still, Dustin was one of Mitch’s regular slave boy fuck buddies. Dustin really got off on Age Play and liked to pretend he was underage if he was in the submissive role, or if he and Mitch were playing with a younger twink, Dustin liked to roleplay as an older brother. Dustin also happened to be deaf, which was useful in situations such as this since Mitch and Dustin could communicate through sign language as Mitch had made a point of learning the language after meeting Dustin. After Dustin had all the supplies set up in the room, Mitch returned and stood over Brandon watching the blindfolded boy lying on the mattress. The boy was definitely starting to feel the effects of the E and was well on his way to starting his trip. When Mitch saw Brandon start playing with his cock and balls, he signed to Dustin, “Get the shackles ready, I’m going to stand him up.” “Yes Daddy,” signed back Dustin then got the wrist shackles out and used a safety release snap to attach them to an eyebolt in the ceiling. Once Mitch had Brandon’s hands up over his head, Dustin quickly and expertly attached the shackles to the new boy’s wrists then adjusted the chains to make sure they kept Brandon’s arms stretched up. As Mitch was whispering into Brandon’s ear, Dustin picked up the leg shackles and stood in front of Brandon anticipating the next order from Mitch. Brandon did as Mitch suggested and continued enjoying his E trip by dancing to the pulsing hypnotic music. He pulled lightly against the shackles while he gyrated his hips and rolled his torso. He enjoyed the slight sting as the shackles dug into his wrists. Mitch smiled as he saw how much Brandon was enjoying displaying himself and showing off. Once he was sure the Boy was completely engaged in his trip, he hit pause on his phone to silence the music. “Okay, Boy, stop dancing and stand still,” he ordered Brandon. Brandon was disappointed and didn’t want to stop at first, but reluctantly did. Mitch walked over to where Dustin had laid out several floggers and straps and picked up a split leather strap. He walked back and smacked it twice across Brandon’s white ass, causing a bright red strip to quickly develop, “Aren’t you forgetting something Boy?” “Yes Sir. Sorry Sir,” said Brandon as the sting of the strap reminded him that he had not acknowledged Mitch’s order. “Good Boy. Every time you forget to call me Sir, Daddy, or Master, when you should, you will get spanked. The implement may vary but you will get spanked. Also each time you fail in this most simple of tasks, the punishment will double. So this time you got two since this was your second offense. Next time it will be four, then eight, then sixteen, and so on. Do you understand?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir,” answered Brandon. “Good, now again, stand still,” ordered Mitch. “Yes Sir,” responded Brandon as he stood upright. Mitch stepped up behind Brandon and used his booted foot to slide Brandon’s legs apart until they were the desired distance apart. Then Mitch stepped back and nodded to Dustin, who quickly and expertly secured the ankle shackles to the walls and attached them to Brandon’s ankles. Dustin then picked up an electric hair trimmer from where the supplies were laid out and again stood ready in front of Brandon for the next order from Mitch. “Okay Boy, I’m going to be removing all your body hair, first getting the longer hairs with a trimmer and then shaving your entire body from the neck down. So, unless you want to get cut up a lot, you will remain still, especially in the area where you feel the shaving being done. While you are being shaved, I will be asking you some questions. You will answer me as best you can. Feel free to elaborate and tell me as much as you can about the topic of the question. Some of the questions may be difficult, its okay if you don’t know an answer or ramble on, but you will not lie to me. Do you understand?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir,” answered Brandon, more concerned about the questions than the shaving. He and Aiden had shaved each other before. It was not something they bothered to do all the time, but they had enjoyed rubbing their naked hairless bodies against each other. Mitch nodded to Dustin, who immediately clicked on the trimmer and started to work on Brandon’s arms, starting at the top and working down the stretched out boy. “Have you been fucked before Boy?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir. I’ve let Aiden fuck me a couple times. He really doesn’t enjoy fucking me and has trouble staying hard when he fucks me, Sir” answered Brandon. “So then you mainly fuck him when you have sex?” asked Mitch. “If we are fucking Sir, then yes. But most of the time we have sex we just exchange blow jobs or jack each other off, Sir,” answered Brandon. “Do you use condoms when you fuck?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir. Both Aiden and I always practice safe sex, Sir,” said Brandon. “So you’ve never felt a bare cock up your ass?” asked Mitch. “No Sir, I’d never let anyone fuck me without a condom,” said Brandon adamantly. Mitch motioned to Dustin to step back, then delivered four swats to Brandon’s ass, “You forgot to say Sir.” Brandon cried out in pain and struggled against his the chains as he tried to turn his ass away from the blows. “Sorry Sir,” he finally responded after he had recovered the shock and pain of the strap. Once Brandon was settled back down, Mitch again nodded and Dustin resumed trimming Brandon’s body hair down to where it would be easy to shave. “Have you had sex with anyone besides Aiden?” asked Mitch. “No, but I’ve wanted to Sir,” said Brandon. The E was making it easier to admit his secret desires. “Why didn’t you then?” asked Mitch. Brandon hung his still blindfolded head, “Cause I was scared, Sir.” Brandon shivered and Dustin reacted quickly to keep from chopping the boy’s soft skin with the clippers. Just as Mitch was about to ask a follow up question, Brandon answered it, “I was scared people would think I was a slut, Sir.” Mitch stepped behind the shaking twink and wrapped his arms around him, giving him a hug. Dustin had not been paying as close attention to Mitch as he should have been and it took him a second to stop trimming Brandon’s hair when Mitch wrapped the boy up in a hug. Mitch spoke softly into Brandon’s ear, “Do not ever think there is anything wrong with being a slut. It is what you were born to be. Anyone that thinks less of you for being yourself isn’t anyone whose opinion matters.” Brandon pressed his body back against Mitch’s. Being hugged on E felt so good to him, and the man’s words were what he needed to hear. He was also so high that he did not even wonder how his legs were still being run over with a set of clippers when Mitch first hugged him. Mitch released Brandon and stepped back around to the front. “Have you and Aiden ever done anything kinky before like bondage, spanking, or piss play?” asked Mitch as Dustin resumed using the clippers on the boy’s legs. “No, Sir, but I have watched some bondage and spanking porn on the internet a few times, Sir,” answered Brandon slightly embarrassed to be admitting that. “What drugs have you done so far?” asked Mitch. Brandon took a minute to think then answered honestly, “Pot, E, whip-its, cough syrup or dexing, and Oxy, Sir.” He tensed as he expected Mitch would be angry at him for all the drugs he had tried and would punish him, but no blows were forthcoming. “Good, at least you are adventurous in one aspect of your life,” said Mitch. Dustin had finished removing all the longer hairs from the boy’s arms, arm pits, chest, pubic area, and legs, so he turned off the trimmer and started preparing the shaving cream and higher end disposable razors for the next task, while Mitch began running his hands over Brandon’s body. He started at the top, lightly stroking the boy’s body all the way from his hands, which were shackled above his head, to the boy’s shackled feet. As Dustin got busy shaving off the last remaining bits of hair, Mitch continued questioning Brandon. Mitch was able to get Brandon to admit that he was attracted to older men and that he did not flirt with them only to get booze, but also because it excited him when older men lusted after him. He had always been too scared though to go beyond flirting, again scared that people would think less of him. Once Dustin had finished shaving all the body hair off of Brandon, he wiped the boy down with a wet cloth then stepped back and waited for further instructions. Mitch inspected Brandon’s hairless body. The eighteen-year-old twink looked even younger once he was completely hairless from the neck down. The boy’s hairless cock was soft, mainly due to the effects of the E, and was so small that Brandon looked like he might not have started puberty yet. “Do you need to take your morning piss Boy?” asked Mitch as lightly stroked the boy’s smooth chest and teased the small dime sized pink nipples. Brandon nodded vigorously as he answered, “Yes Sir!” “Are you thirsty too?” asked Mitch. “Yes Sir!” answered Brandon. Mitch pointed to the large bottle that was on the floor next to the shaving supplies. Dustin quickly retrieved the bottle and held it under Brandon’s small cock. Mitch nodded and pointed to Brandon’s tiny cocklet. Dustin grabbed the boy’s cock, pulled back the foreskin and held the bottle in position to collect the boy’s piss. Mitch stroked Brandon’s hair as he said, “Okay Boy, go ahead and piss. It’s okay.” “Yes sir,” said Brandon as he relaxed and started releasing his morning piss. Dustin directed the boy’s piss into the bottle. Once Brandon had drained his bladder, the bottle was nearly full. Dustin shook the last few drops of piss out of the boy’s cock then handed the bottle to Mitch. “Good Boy,” said Mitch. He then grabbed a fistful of Brandon’s sweaty blond hair and pulled the boy’s head back. “Now open your mouth,” he ordered. Brandon was not so far gone on the E that he didn’t realize what was about to happen. He briefly thought about protesting or trying to resist, but he knew he was shackled by his wrists and ankles in a cell and completely at the mercy of Mitch. So he scrunched up his face and reluctantly opened his mouth. Mitch’s hand released its grip on his hair. Brandon waited for the piss, but instead his freshly shaven ass was assaulted by the strap. Eight sharp blows set his ass on fire. “Now, let’s try this again. Open your mouth Boy,” said Mitch. “Yes Sir,” said Brandon, upset at himself for having screwed that up again. He opened his mouth. He felt the rim of a plastic bottle press against his lips, a moment later, his own hot piss started to pour into his mouth. While he had never fantasized about or been particularly interested in golden showers or piss play, it did not completely freak him out. He found that the taste wasn’t repulsive and that he could handle it. When his mouth was full he gulped it down, but Mitch tilted the bottle and pour some more out while he swallowed so the piss ran down his chin and onto his body. Brandon figured he would get punished for spilling any of the piss so he quickly opened his mouth and gulped down another mouthful. He ended up downing three full mouthfuls and had a considerable amount of piss spill down his face, chest, stomach, crotch and legs before the bottle was empty. “Good Boy,” said Mitch as he handed the bottle to Dustin then moved behind Brandon and again started stroking the boy’s body, giving the tripping boy the physical stimulation he was craving. Brandon couldn’t help himself and pressed his body back against the older man. He moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his ass against the large leather bulge he felt behind him. Mitch ran one hand down Brandon’s smooth chest and taunt stomach. He ran his fingers over the boy’s freshly shaven pubic area. Brandon moaned in pleasure. Mitch used one finger and his thumb to stroke the boy’s small flaccid penis. Despite the effects of the E, Brandon’s cock quickly grew hard. “Despite a few slip ups, you’ve been a good Boy. Now you get a reward. You better enjoy this, cause its the last time that little cock of yours is going to give you pleasure for a long time,” said Mitch as he jacked the boy’s little uncut cock. Brandon rubbed his back against Mitch’s hairy chest and his ass against the man’s leather clad cock as Mitch masturbated him. The stimulation and the hour of having his body teased quickly brought Brandon to the brink of orgasm. Mitch was experienced enough to recognize the signs of Brandon’s approaching orgasm. When he knew the boy was about to come, he nodded to Dustin. Dustin got on his knees in front of Brandon and took the boy’s cock into his mouth. Mitch removed his hand from the boy’s cock as Dustin started to suck him and then used both hands to play with the boy’s dime-sized pink nipples. Brandon moaned in pleasure from all he stimulation and his impending orgasm. Just as he started shooting his cum into the mouth sucking his dick, it occurred to him that it was impossible for Mitch to be sucking him, while standing behind him. “Yeah, shoot that cum boy. Feed your load to new big brother. He’s hungry for it. He can’t get enough cum. Soon you will be just like him, hungry for cum and accepting any and every load you can get inside you,” said Mitch into Brandon’s ear as the boy’s orgasm overwhelmed him. Brandon cried out as he started cumming into Dustin’s mouth. It was one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had. His legs shook and he lost his footing, cause his weight to transfer to his wrists and shoulders. He dangled from his shackled wrists as pain shot through his arms. Dustin easily swallowed the teen’s thin watery cum then sat back on his ankles and signed, “Thank you, Daddy.” Mitch gave the deaf prostitute a smile and nod of acknowledgment, then ordered him to go get the bondage chair from the other room. As Dustin went to get the chair, Mitch wrapped one arm around Brandon’s chest and lifted him back up to his feet and held him there as he used his other hand to release the chain holding the shackles to the ceiling. Dustin returned with the chair, and Mitch deposited Brandon into the chair then instructed Dustin to secure Brandon to it with rope. Mitch watched Dustin’s work closely and gave him tips and advice on his knots and rope placement, furthering the training of the thirty-year old switch. Once Brandon was secured to the chair, Mitch got a metal chastity cock sheath from the supplies. He slipped the ring around the base of the boy’s cock and forced the boy’s small balls through the metal ring. Then he put the metal tube over the boy’s deflated cock and locked it to the ring. It fit perfectly and would be extremely difficult for Brandon to remove. Mitch had taken the opportunity to size the boy’s genitals a week earlier on one of the many nights Brandon came home drunk and passed out. “There, now you will be able to learn to focus on your ass. You’re sexual gratification needs to come from using your ass and mouth to please real men,” said Mitch. After the chastity device was in place, Mitch removed the blindfold. Brandon remained blinded for a few moments as his eyes adjusted from the total dark of the blindfold to the bright lights for the video camera. He started to panic when he realized that everything that had happened had been video recorded. Mitch walked up behind Brandon and stroked the boy’s hair as he shushed him. “You need to get used to being on display Boy. I’m making a nice preview tape to show you off to my friends, to wet their appetite for when you are ready to make multiple loads from all comers. You’ll have men lining up to fuck your ass and shoot their cum up into you. Each one wishing he was the one that got to impregnate you. You will be covered in cum, with it dripping out of your ass, and you will love every minute of it. Now are you ready to see how a real slut boy behaves?” asked Mitch. Before Brandon could even reply, Mitch’s hands and fingers were giving Dustin his next orders, “Okay Boy, time to show your little brother how to Party.”

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my poz u/d husband said he never had as much sex as he has with me, I'm neg and he fucks me raw almost every day. It's a thrill for both of us. He won't stop his meds and I don't want him to, but just the thought of an HIV poz fucking me is damn hot.

It was a rainy start to Gay Days, and wasn't sure Id find much fun. In addition, Tidal Wave, the big water park party was going on later that night. Despite a light off and on rain I stopped by my favorite bar with an outside play area. Outside they have 4 "stalls" each with a picnic table in them which is great for breeding. There were less than 10 guys there so it didn't seem too promising. Only 1 person was in a stall, but he came ready to play, carefully hanging his backpack of gear for all to see. I peeked my head in and there was a hot latin guy standing in the corner, rubbing his bulge through his pants. He invited me in and asked me if I wanted to get fuckt hard I told him I wasn't here to play cards. I asked him what was in the bag, and he said If I was a good cocksucker, Id soon find out. I said, "Lets get started!" He immediately dropped his pants, wearing a jock underneath, and it was clear that he had been pre cumming quite a bit. He started to pull his cock out of his bulging jock and I told him I wanted to taste the cum on his jock, which he liked. He called me a good pig, and said there was much more to cum. I sucked on his cock through his jock for just a few minutes and then pull off his jock. Am amazing 9 or more cut cock, glistening with pre cum. He told me to get naked, and lay on the table so that I could suck him, which I quickly did. He was an aggressive face fucker, and I gagged a few times. He told me I would have to do better if I wanted to know what was in his bag. I tried my best, and as I was sucking him, he slipped 2 maybe 3 fingers up my ass. By this time we had 2 voyeurs, each rubbing their crotches as they watched. He told me my ass was tight, and need to be loosened up, he took his cock out of my mouth and headed to his bag, where he pulled out an 8 inch dildo. He showed little mercy in shoving it up my ass while I sucked him. After about 5 minutes, he asked if I was ready for the real thing, to which I said fuck yea! He told me to bend over the table and get ready for the breeding of my life, which it was. He briefly ate my ass, and then spit on it twice. He then teased my hole with his cock head, and told me I would have to beg for it, which I was happy to do. Once he was satisfied with my begging, he showed no mercy and shoved himself in balls deep. I was pretty vocal, and after a few minutes, he said he needed something to keep me a bit more quiet, and went to his bag were he pulled out a ball gag. By this time, the two voyeurs were naked and jacking, and he told them they could have me after he dropped his load deep in me. He pumped my ass for 10-15 minutes, before dropping a nice load in me. The other two guys took turns on feeding my mouth. It was a bit awkward in the position over the table, but somehow it worked. After the Latino shot deep in me, he said, "Who next?" The first guy was about 7-8 inches but really thick, just the way I like my cock. He wasn't as aggressive as the Latino, and it was king of like having a hot dog in Yankee stadium. He was still a great fuck though, pumping me for about 20 minutes before unloading up my ass. By this time, several other voyeurs arrived. The third guy was a big black stud, with a cock pretty similar to the Latino, yet thicker. He asked if I was ready for some poz seed, but all I could do was shake my head yes with the ball gag still in. By now my hole was well stretched, and he shot in about 5-10 minutes. The latino went back to his bag, and pulled out a blindfold, and told me he would choose who fucked me next, and I wouldn't see them, just feel them! The two new voyeurs shot their loads while jacking, so I knew it wouldn't be them. After being blindfolded, apparently no one else showed up, so the Latino said my ass was his again. He apparently went back to his bag, and got some rope and tied me to the table. Again showing no mercy, he went in balls deep. As he was fucking me, it started to lightly rain. The rain felt good on my body. It dint stop the Latino from breeding me hard though. He dropped his load in my cummy hole again as it started to rain pretty hard. He said he should just leave me there and let the rain wash the cum from my hole, but decided against that. He removed the ball gag and blindfold after seeding me, ate my ass and snowballed it with me. He said I wasn't really his type, but it was slow, so he took a chance. So happy that he did! Not sure if the guy who said he was poz or not was actually, but that's part of the chase I guess. I have always wanted to know my gifter, but being a cum dump was pretty fun! I guess time will tell if I was gifted or not. Went inside with the Latino and he bought me a beer, saying I deserved it. Come to find out he was visiting from Puerto Rico for Gay Days.

Part 6 When Daddy finally came back to the room he had a dagger with skulls on the tang and handle. This freaked me the fuck out. For a quick moment I was paralyzed with fear that this was not going to end well for me. Daddy took the dagger and slowly started to run the tip up and down my body, only pausing briefly to push the point into some strategically sensative spots. The mix of fear and pain was insane, my pussy was twitching and getting wetter and wetter. So much so that the very large black dildo buried in my guts slowly slid out no matter how much I tried to stop it. My cunt had gone completely slack and became so pliable it was like dough. When Dadday saw this he stopped what he was doing, grabbed an even larger, thicker dildo, lubed it up, sprinkled some crystal from the tray on it a without a word firm embedded that monster deep in my bowels. I let out a gutter grunt as it bottomed out and I had a fully body orgasm. My back was arched, it felt almost like I was hanging a seizure, my whole body tensed and rigid. It felt amazing, until Daddy punched me in the gut and told me to get back down on the bed. I fought back tears and the urge to puke, I wanted to show Daddy how strong his faggot could be and that I could take whatever pain he could provide as long as it made him happy. Daddy now turned his attention back to the dagger and was alternating pushing the tip into each of my nipples with more pressure each time.I'm a good piggy and love pain but this was different, in a good way. It felt almost as if I could feel his sexual energy growing and coming into me with each harder jab. I begged for more, so he gave it, but never made me bleed (which I'm surprised by but oh well there's always next time). Now he dragged the tip of the blade down my stomach, around my cock, past my balls, and firmly pushed it into my taint, spinning the blade a few times. Back up he went and whe he got to the center of my swollen sack, he did the same thing, he lingered, now I was getting really excited as I was praying to Sarah Palin that he would run the blade up the underside of my shaft, and my prayers were answered. What happened next terrified and excited me at the same time. Before I knew it he was in the bed with the full blade pressed deep into the flesh of my taint with my balls and cock firmly in his vice like grip. He said boi, were going to take these off, your cock is not necessary for you to serve and then stared into my eyes silently for what seemed like an eternity and a great smile grew as he saw how afraid I was. After what seemed like an eternal silence as he basked in my terror, he let out an evil chuckle and said maybe one day boi, but you're not ready to make that offering to Sarah Palin yet, dropped the knife into my chest and again walked out of the room. I have never in my life had my cock swell so big that I thought it was going to bust out of the skin, but I knew the feeling now, and that fear not pleasure was the arouser. The best part was that it made me realize the harder Daddy pushed the more I opened myself up to becoming the true faggot, worthless, piece of trash cum dump I am.

The Early 90's I know everybody has a friend that they don't quite remember ever wanting as a friend. But a best friend? Ethan was technically my best friend, but mostly I just put up with him. We met at a party a few years ago. This was back when I had to force myself to socialize. I was new to the city and barely 23. I would have much rather stayed home, gotten stoned and played Nintendo. In an effort to meet people and not be a hermit, I did volunteer work. I was involved with Planned Parenthood, a few homeless shelters and also an gay activism group. I almost dropped out of that last one because it was so full of politics and egos. Because I was new and considered just a "kid", I was relegated to the back of the room -- at a table full of newspapers that I was supposed to scan for any mention of homosexual news and then cut them out with scissors. It was tedious. The only fun part was that when the phone rang, there was a battle among about three people on who would answer it. Through all of these outside activities, I did manage to meet a few people. One of them invited me to a party he was throwing. I had a beer and did my best to mingle, but I wasn't very good at it. I found myself in the kitchen which is where things were usually livelier. And they were that night. The center of attention was this tall, reddish-blonde guy who had apparently insulted somebody else and was trying his best to defend himself. I found an open space to stand and looked on with interest. The guy defending himself immediately looked at me and said "You! What's your name?" "Joey" "I'm Ethan. Come here..." I went and stood awkwardly next to him. "Look at this guy", he demanded, pointing at a chubby gray-haired man sitting at a kitchen table. Judging by his angry expression, I guessed him to be the insulted one. "All I said is that he should dress like Ursula The Sea Witch... you know, from "The Little Mermaid" for Halloween. Is that 'mean'?" I should have stayed home. "Well. That could be fun. Or maybe a vampire." Unwittingly, I had just diffused the whole scene and everybody broke up into little group conversations. Ethan pulled me aside and said, "Thanks, Joey. I knew it was probably going to offend him as I said it. I talk too much and my filters don't always work". "No problem. Get those filters fixed and you'll be fine". "I will. And now that we're friends I know you'll help me talk less and listen more". He took my hand and led me around the party, introducing me to random people as his "best friend Joey". I didn't really get a chance to talk to anybody because Ethan was always chattering in my ear. I'd had exactly one beer the whole evening and needed something stronger. "Hey Ethan -- can you get me a vodka tonic or something close?" "Absolutely. Wait right here, buddy". A woman in her forties came up from behind me and introduced herself as Lucille. She did work with the quilt project and seemed genuinely nice. "Watch out for that guy. I'm almost certain he has a form of autism. Or some disorder. He's unstable". Right then Ethan approached with my drink. "Oh, go gossip among the other hens, Lucy". He wasn't pleased she was talking to me. The vodka tonic was bigger and stronger than I had wanted, but I needed it. "Finish that and we'll leave". "And go where?" "It's Friday night and I want to hit at least one club". "Well you go ahead. I've had a long week at work and just want to go home and sleep".e "That's nuts. You're young and need you to help me look for my perfect guy".c The drink was really strong. He brought me another which was just as good. Well, now I really didn't have much of a choice but to let him drive me out of here. he was my best friend after all. We got to his car and sat for a few seconds. "So where are we going, Ethan? And what kind of guy is your 'perfect guy'?" "Let's go to Chub's. It's close. I'm looking for a young, innocent guy who's in good shape. Someone trusting. Someone exactly like you, actually." "Huh?" "Serious. I would want to hook up with you if we weren't best friends. Not now anyway. Let's just go and keep your eyes out for people exactly like you, OK?" "OK". The place was fairly full, but not annoyingly so. We sat next to each other at the rectangular bar. Ethan paid for two drinks and two shots. He put his hand on my knee several times as we continued to chat. He finished his drink and announced he was going to go circle the place and start his search. I sat alone for a bit and than was chatted up by this older black guy who asked me why I was here with 'that Ethan character'. "No idea. I just met him at a party. He's not so bad". In a flash, Ethan was back. He stood between me and the other guy -- who abruptly left. "Your turn. Look for someone exactly like you. If you find a guy for you, that's ok too". He'd bought a pack of cigarettes and offered me a lit one. What the hell? I got up to make the rounds with a full drink and a cig. I sure didn't see many guys my age. The ones most like me didn't look so much innocent as they did predatory. I was drunk and didn't want to cruise for him any more. I got back to where Ethan was and told him I needed to go home. "Yeah. This is place is full of the usual suspects. I've seen them all and they've seen me". We went back to my tiny apartment and Ethan made himself comfortable right away. He took off his big shoes. and plopped on the couch. He tried to turn on the TV, but I wanted to be alone and sleep. I could not figure out to tell him. "Ethan.... "Yeah?" "That TV is hooked up to my Nintendo. The TV I watch shows on is in my bedroom, but...." "OK. Let's go." He found it on his own. I was stuck with him for the night. He'd already removed his socks and his jeans. "Wait! You need to know that we aren't going to have sex. OK? I'm tired and just not into you at all. No offense". "Of course we're not going to do anything. We're best friends. Let me just crash here tonight and I'll take you back to your car in the morning". "That'd be great'. The TV was still off. After getting undressed I got in bed next to him. We were both laying face up. "You're a virgin, Joey. Am I right?" "I suppose". "I want an innocent virgin guy who looks decent and trusts me....because I have this certain fetish". "What?" "I have HIV and want to give my strain to a pure boy. I want to so badly. I got a girl pregnant in college and she dropped out. I figure she'd probably had an abortion, but who knows? I love the idea of changing someone on the inside. After that I tried to knock up as many sluts as I could...until I realized I liked men better. And at some point, I got infected". I was silent and staring at the end of his bed. His large toes were flexing and curling as he talked. "I know it's weird. I don't really understand it myself. What are you thinking?" I was so drowsy. "I think you need Jesus". We laughed. "Thanks for letting me get all that out". He kissed me on the cheek and then rolled over to sleep. I was already halfway to a dream that was waiting for me. Over the course of the night, Ethan kept rolling my way and I could feel the huge bulge in his briefs. A few times it was rock hard. When we woke in the morning, he had an arm draped around me. After that night, Ethan was in my life for good. He moved into my building and was always around. He brought pizza or wine or a video every time he came by. I flat out told him I wouldn't go to bars with him anymore. He had to that on his own. It was a relief not to have to deal with him for a whole evening, but he'd usually show up before going to see what he was wearing and give my stamp of approval. I'd give him a good look-over. He was pretty hot. Tall, good build and handsome. The only issue with his face was his glasses. He must need a prescription because the lenses made his look smaller and changed the shape of his head. If I'd mentioned that, he wouldn't go out. I'd mention contacts another time. "You know I wouldn't have to go through with this if you'd just let me breed you. Then I could be happy at last". "Just go. You look great." This became a nightly thing for a few months. He never found his perfect mate. Then he got the idea in his head that if he worked out at a gym he'd attract more flies to his web. So after that, he'd drop by to flex for me and ask about his progress. I liked it. His shoulders were wider and his arms looked amazing. At some point, somebody else must have mentioned the thing about his glasses because he got contacts. It made a big difference. He'd drop by and I found myself just staring into those eyes as he blathered on and on. Now that he was all buff he started wearing tank tops which suited him very well. He'd stop by for an appraisal before heading to the bars. "You are looking so good tonight, Ethan. You should try that bath house over on Strode St. You will be mobbed by admirers". "Been there?" "No. But I see their ads in the day newspaper all the time". "I've gone there twice. Everybody there is infected or will be soon. I can't believe you want to send your best friend to a goddamned bath house instead of just letting me fuck you". "You'll have fun. Just don't think about your fetish so much. Or pretend each guy you fuck is a virgin". "Fine. See you tomorrow". I was glad he left because I wanted to get high and listen to the new Depeche Mode CD I'd purchased. It was so good. I got so stoned while listening. I tried playing Nintendo for awhile, but I was just too blasted at that point. I lied on my back and let the music wash over me. Ever notice how personally meaningful songs become when you're extremely stoned? "Personal Jesus" meant something so deep at that point. As did "Enjoy the Silence". Hell, I could have listened to The Archies and found nirvana at that point. I blissed out and slept on the floor for a minute or two. KNOCK. KNOCK. Oh fuck. Ethan. I had to find the door before I could let him in. The music was still blaring when he made his way over to the stereo and turned it down. "Goddamn, Joey. You can smell weed through the whole hallway. Is that why you wanted to get rid of me? So you could get fried?" "How was the bath place, Junior?" "Junior? You are so fucked up. Where's your stash? I want to be on your level". I gave it to him. He rolled a giant fat joint and lit it. We shared it, but I let him have most of it. I was past Jupiter already. I have some memory of him carrying me to bed and getting in next to me. i was cold and pulled the blanket over us. I turned and slept with my cheek on his shoulder. The last thing I remember is smelling his deodorant. And then just dreams. It was somewhere around dawn when I woke up. I needed hydration badly. I slipped out of bed and realized I was completely naked. I never slept naked. I went to the kitchen and drank a big glass of water. When I got back to bed I saw Ethan was still sleeping and I crawled back beside him. I was horny as hell at that point. Still sleepy, but hard as a rock. I got close to him and reached my hand down to caress his bare ass. He didn't stir. I then reached for his dick. It was soft, but got a little harder and heavier the longer I kept rubbing it. Still he slept. The mood had passed for me and I decided to try and go back to sleep. Too late. He'd woken up and pretty much had a sense of what I'd been doing. "Was I dreaming, Joey? My dick is so hard right now and I think it's because you were massaging it. Am I right?" I'd been caught. Whatever. I wanted to sleep now. "You were dreaming, Ethan". "No. No I wasn't. Do it some more. Please?" I didn't move. I pretended to make deep breathing sounds like I was asleep. But he wasn't fooled. He turned me around and kissed me hard. The lamp was on. He was so handsome and affectionate. I met the force of his kiss and put some intensity into it. And then he was on top of me. We kissed madly like we were in the movies or something. "I'm so in love with you, Joey." "No. You're just horny. That's not love". "OK. I'll prove my love. Even though I've wanted to fuck you for two years now, I'm going to stop. Ill just beat off and let you sleep. This was my chance and I'm letting it go because you mean so much to me". He was sincere. He'd always been sincere...ever since I met him. I could hear him jerk off. I told him to stop. "Why?" "Because I want you to fuck me, Ethan. I want to have your seed inside of me'. "Are you sure?" "Yes. Because I love you too. I guess in a way I always have. Just please go easy". "Well, it will be a little painful for you, but I'll help out when I can". I was ready. I think. He spread my legs wide apart and positioned himself and his cock just right. "When you first feel my cock enter you, just push out your asshole like you're taking a shit. The more relaxed you are the better. Here we go". It hurt no matter how much I tried to "push out". I also knew you couldn't try to relax. You either were or weren't. Meanwhile, he's gotten an inch or two into me. He leaned down and kissed me. The kissing relaxed or got me hot enough for him to get all the way in. "Yeah! Joey! I'm going to finally breed you!" He just kept thrusting like a machine and kissing my mouth. I grabbed his butt as his jabs got more violent. "Here it comes, baby. I'm infecting you and changing you....forever." He was suddenly motionless as he unloaded his toxic sperm into my formerly-virgin ass. He rolled over on his back and let out a long sigh. He'd done what he'd always wanted to do. We were so exhausted that we slept until almost noon. Another month went by and we got an apartment together. I went to the local clinic and got tested. HIV-. "That just means we have to keep trying", he announced. And we did. We fucked every night. A month later I got tested again. Still negative. Month after month with no infection. We stopped worrying about it and just enjoyed each other. I learned how to love eating his ass and he decided he loved having his toes sucked. We were happy. And then I came home from the clinic with a positive HIV test. We celebrated and Ethan even shed a tear or two.

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RIP, dude. You were one of the best AIDS breeders around. Glad I got your blood in me just before AIDS took you away.

Part 5 The twins left right after graduation ended around 9 pm. The drive here was going to take them about 4-5 hours. We waited for their arrival so that we could celebrate their new found freedom living with us. It was nice to finally see the twins in person for the first time. Chase last saw them when they were only 2 years old. We welcomed them into our home (bustling with all the activities of uninhibited sex going on). We could tell the twins were ‘over’ stimulated as we helped them with what little they brought with them up to our residence above the company work space. We could see the excitement in their eyes and the growing bulges in their shorts. We knew we couldn’t contain them for very much longer. We made sure they were ok with what was about to happen and they couldn’t have been more excited. The plan was to have them put on their own sex show entitled, ‘Twins Last Neg Breading’ tonight. Then they would be introduced to Miss Tina for the first time right before they would start taking poz cock from their father and uncle. We set them up in a video room and told them to have fun. After the sun came up they had filled each other with enough neg cum for Chase and I to use as lube. We let them get a little something to eat and a quick rinse all the while a couple of butt plugs kept their cum from leaking out. After their shower we could tell that they were tired, but it was time for Tina and the boys weren’t ones to disappoint us. We wanted to start them off with some smoking and shards in their asses, but they would have nothing to do with any of that shit. They were direct and asked us to slam them into the stratosphere. A asked them if they were sure about going directly to slamming, but what surprised me the most was when Chase went for the tourniquet, alcohol prep and the prepared points. Not one to argue with the boy’s father I got extra Viagra for us while the boys got comfortable on the large bed we had set up for this part of the weekend show. As the cameras were rolling we each took a twin and began to prep them for their introduction to chem sex. The twins watched us as we applied a tourniquet to our intended twin’s arm. We watched their expression as the tightness made their well prominent veins bulge out right before we wiped them with a cool alcohol pad. Chase and I were in sync as we found a good vein and slipped the point into the vein, as we explained the process to the boys along with what to expect. I could see Chase’s cock throb as we both got that familiar red flash. We didn’t need to speak as we slowly pushed the contents of those fat slams into the twins. I originally figured that when we got to slamming the boys we’d start them with small slams of .25, but chase had pulled out the big ones he had prepared that were at least .50 (maybe more). Once the points were empty and pulled from their home we put a little pressure on each injection site as we raised our twin’s arm and Chase said ‘Ready or not, here we go!’ as we release the tourniquet (almost) simultaneously. Both boys began a strong coughing fit as we soothed and rubbed their bodies. The change in them was instantaneous. It looked like the twins had similar experiences with their first slam as they simply exclaimed ‘OH FUCK!’ and ‘FUCK YEAH!’. We could see their cocks shrivel up and their hands begin to roam all over their own bodies as their sensations went into overdrive. First we told the boys to kiss each as Chase and I kissed. Then we each shared a passionate kiss with our twin before changing to kiss the other twin. Then we had them start to suck and work our cock that were already rock hard and dripping. I wasn’t sure how long it would be before we began fucking the boys. The plan was to get them to the point where they begged us to fuck them. We maneuvered the boys so that while we got sucked by the twin we slammed, the other twin could get rimmed at the same time. So while I got sucked by my slam victim I rimmed his brother and likewise with Chase rimming my slamee. We easily had the boys moaning like cheap sluts at a frat party. After a good 10 minutes of rimming Chase’s twin was the first to ask when he was going to get fucked. We rimmed both boys over 30 minutes when we let them know that they would get fucked when they asked properly. They were a little lost at how we wanted them to ask and it took another 10 to 15 minutes before my twin guessed correctly and asked me to fuck his neg cunt with my poz cock. He continued to let me know that he needed me to knock him up with my poz babies. The twin sucking Chase quickly followed his brother’s example and we knew that they were ready. We got the twins on all fours facing each other as we began to ready them for their first poz fuck of their life. We were able to watch the face of our opposite twin’s face (as well as each other) as we each began to slowly enter their neg hole. The boys were so fresh, clean and so neg. Chase and I were now inside a twin where only his brother had been. No one other than family ever fucked these holes. By the time we were done with them they’d be bleeding cum. We took our time as we slowly fucked each boy while they were able to not only look at each other eye to eye, but make out with each other while getting fucked. The scene had each of us turned on. Chase was the first to blow his poz seed inside his own son’s ass. This got me going and about 5 minutes later I blew my poz seed in my nephew’s ass. It seemed as if the boys knew what to do next as they switched sides of the bed and the twin I had bred sucked his father’s cock clean, while the twin Chase had bred began to suck my cock clean. It no time I was hard again and was sure Chase would be too as I got my twin on his back. It was time for a proper fucking. Chase soon followed getting his son on his back as I was already balls deep inside the freshly bred hole of my 18 year old nephew. This fuck was going to last longer and allowed for us to share in some kisses with, not only the twin we were fucking, but the twin the other was fucking as well as each other. This also allowed for the twins to kiss some more. Before we were done with the boys for this first exposure to chem sex, each one took a total of 6 load, 3 loads from each Chase and I. We could see that the twins were fading as we were ready to move to the last phase of their welcoming party.

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'Michael is a slut’ ‘Michael is a slut’ ‘Michael is a slut’ The boy felt is cock stiffen. “You want to be used by a real man boy?” “Yes sir.” The man’s picture was of his neck down, sitting on a couch, a white singlet on, white underwear with his legs parted wide showing his 9” bulge clearly and white socks. Michael instantly wanted his face there. He checked the Man’s profile; under description all that was written was; ‘For real sluts only’ Michael was instantly turned on, he messaged the profile ‘Hello’ and within minutes the profile replied. “Hi Boy, you know what you want?” He wasn’t wasting his time, so neither did Michael bother with any further pleasantries. “I’m a slut sir, I want to be used and ruined” “Good to hear. no wasting time bitch, where are you?” Michael felt his heart rate quicken, he was so horny, he needed to get fucked. He was only in London for a few days before he flew out to Spain to continue travelling, he hadn’t had time since he landed a few days ago to hook up with any one, and he was desperate. After two nights in a hostel, grinding his cock against the bed without release he couldn’t take another night. He asked the profile for a face picture to which he got a curt response; “No.” Michael hesitated, then sent his location. He was lying on the bed jacking off, but he wanted more. He needed more. “Close.” The profile gave the boy the address of a park and gave his number. “Whatsapp me. names Chris.” The boy sent him ‘hi sir’ immediately. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to meet the man, but he was already getting dressed. He was so horny that he needed to get fucked, and this guy was dominant and hot. After a quick walk in the dark, the boy found the park. He headed to the brick building at the back as Chris had instructed, hidden by bushes at the back of the building, Michael sent Chris a message to say he was here. “Good. now strip and say ‘Michael is a slut’ out loud, three times.” What? Michael was taken a back. He hesitated and his phone buzzed. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Michaels heart rate quickened again, was he watching him? He was in too deep anyway now, he wanted to be fucked, he wanted to be dominated. The boy stripped. When he was completely nude he spoke. 'Michael is a slut’ ‘Michael is a slut’ ‘Michael is a slut’ The boy felt is cock stiffen. “You want to be used by a real man boy?” Michael heard the voice from his right, he looked but there wasn’t anyone there. “Yes sir.” “Turn around and get on your knees, face the wall” Michael did as instructed. The first thing he felt of his new master was a hot stream of piss hitting the back of his head. It continued to rain on him. Chris instructed for him to tilt his head back and open his mouth. Michael was turned on and disgusted. He’d drank piss before, but never from a stranger whom he hadn’t seen. His hard 7” cock told him he loved it. He did as he was told and felt the piss run over his eyes and some fell into his mouth. He swallowed without being told. The stream died down and Chris stepped up behind the boy and wiped him down with the shirt the boy had left in the dirt when he undressed. Without saying a word, Chris grabbed the boys hair, yanked it back and pried his mouth open with his hand. The boy winced. He had never had a man become so aggressive so fast before. Chris spat in the boys mouth and looked down on him before letting him go. “You want this slut?” he teased the boy Michael hesitated but succumbed. He did want this. His hole felt like it was burning, he so desperately wanted to be fucked. He had always been sleazy and had, had a dirtier mind than most. He had always gravitated to rough, dirty men and now was no different. He was most fulfilled sexually when the man fucking him didn’t care about his wellbeing. ‘Yes sir’ Michael almost whispered. “Have any limits faggot?” Chris was menacing when he said the word ‘faggot’, accentuating the t at the end of the word. “Blood and scat sir” “Now listen bitch, I’ll give you my cock. If you want it. But that makes you my fuck toy, and fuck toys don’t get a say in what happens to them. Okay?” Michael’s head was rushing. He was so turned on. This guy was telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. He’d fantasised about exactly this for so long, talking to so many men online, telling them how worthless he wanted to be made to feel. Then came the fear. He was face to face with further than he had gone before. He was sure this guy would be rough with him tonight, and that he mightn’t use protection. But he was so horny he couldn’t help but whisper “okay” "Turn around and lick the pre-cum off my cock you pig” Michael did as told, savouring the salty taste as he stared up at the dominant man. His face was handsome. Dark hair, dark eyes, stubble but not a full beard. His chest was built and slightly defined, covered in thin layer of hair but not overly furry. His pubic hair was thick and dark and smelled of a couple days unwashed. Michael parted his lips and took the cock into his mouth. He sucked well and this was confirmed by Chris eliciting a groan. Michael took it down his throat and pushed his face into the bush surrounding Chris’ cock. He could taste the sweat on Chris’ cock and could feel his face being covered with the smell of cock and balls as he bobbed his faggot head up and down on the strangers cock. Chris stood and watched the faggot on his knees, a cute boy, a slutty boy, an easy boy to play with and fuck up. Chris teased the boy by face fucking him a little before pulling him up to his feet. He kissed the boy just once on the lips, the last time I ever do that he thought. “ready boy? You want me to ruin you for real?” “fuck yes” Michael was weak at the knees, staring into this mans dark brown eyes. “ruin me sir" Chris turned the faggot around and slammed him into the breeze block wall the faggot had faced when he was pissed on. The faggot was winded and it took him a second to realise he could feel his Master’s cock in between his asscheeks. He moaned. “Gonna fucking destroy you, you piece of trash. You fucking want it too don’t you, you sleazy fuck” “yes sir” Michael groaned as his face was pushed into the stone. “What happens when you’re destroyed faggot?” He spat the words into the boys ear, knowing he had the faggot now, the boy was lost in desperation, grinding its cunt back and forth on the mans cock, the precum sliming up its cunt ready to be ruined. “You throw me away sir” “No boy, wouldn’t want to leave trash lying around - I’ll fucking waste you” The words were whispered into the boys ear as he pushed his ass back from the wall and into his Master, the thick cock pressed perfectly against his hole, with premium lubing the way that it slid in. No resistance. The boy gasped. He had been fingering his cunt earlier and this had made it soft and helped with it in without more lube. The sensation of the nasty talk his master was dealing and the thick cock opening up his hole as he slid back onto it, raw, made the faggot melt back into his new Master with a quiet and long moan. He was pressed up against Chris now, Chris held one hand on the boys slim stomach and used the other to grab his hair and pull him back as he bottomed out in the bitch. Chris smiled to himself as he looked at the bitch, eyes closed, consumed in pleasure, didn’t say a word about a condom, didn't say a word about being threatened, just moaned because he was being filled with cock. “Grab your ankles trash” The boy again, did as he was told, though he craved the heat of his Master, he was rewarded when the stranger started really fucking him. The bitch whimpered as his hole sucked on the thick cock that was piston fucking him. He started to scream but was silenced with a curt “shh” from the man controlling him. After only a few minutes, he was pushed down, ass up and face first into the dirt, his arms were grabbed and pulled behind him and tied. The fucking continued. The bitch continued to whimper and moan, the pleasure in his cunt sending him over the edge, no longer caring or thinking about his unprotected hole or body. Fucked into submission. Chris could tell the bitch had no more free will in that moment and signalled for the other guys to come. The bitch saw their feet and started to panic, until one of them stepped on his head and pushed him into the dirt even more. He wanted to scream but he realised with his hands tied that this was part of his Masters plan. The cock in his hole was removed, and replaced again, but this one stung. the tip was hard and scratched his hole, the boy couldn’t see, but this big black cock was pierced with a thick PA. The scratch only lasted a moment and before the boy realised, his head was removed from the dirt and staring at another cock. His Master’s. Covered in the boys own ass. The boy cleaned out well so he didn’t mind as his master pushed it to his lips to suck clean. A lighter was lit, the cock removed from the boys mouth, and his lips filled with a pipe. “Breathe in. Gonna get you fucked up boy” He breathed in deeply. Too deep, he coughed out, Chris held the pipe to his mouth 4 more times, each time for just as long and made him hold it in. By the tim he breathed out the last time he was feeling better than he had before. The cock in his ass was drilling him and he was loving it. After 15 minutes of being fucked by the man he still hadn’t seen, he felt the man push all the way in. Michael yelped, the cock feeling like it would burst his guts. The man shuddered and held Michael there, pumping the bitch’s first load in London into his cunt. The cock was removed, and the man who had stepped on Michaels face earlier slid his in. “Wet fucking whore, want my name? or are you just happy to have a cock in you?” he slapped the boys ass as he said it. The boy just moaned. “How about my status white boy? You want to know that? You want to know how many days you got to get those pills to protect you? Oi Chris, Why don’t we start the countdown eh? 72hours for the bitch to get some pep eh.” Michael knew what this meant. It meant that this guy was positive. He had fantasised about this as well. He’d once been fucked by a positive guy, he asked him not to cum inside of his ass, but the guy held Michael down as he shot. Michael went straight to an emergency centre, got PEP and after 3 months he was still negative. He figured he would do the same now. “72 Hours boy” Chris said. The third man continued to fuck the boy for 20 minutes, Michaels hole started to feel sore, but as his winces increased, Chris just held the pipe back out as he was fucked. When the guy began to come, he tore into Michael like it was the first time he got to fuck a bitch out of prison. Michael couldn’t help but scream. After he blew, he stood up and kicked Michael down into the dirt again. Michael groaned and tried to roll over but couldn’t, Chris held him there with his foot. Michaels arms still tied, hands numb from a lack of blood circulation. Chris laid on top of the faggot, pushed a finger of crystals into he whore and then his cock. “Good boy, good boy. Getting you ready for your new life.” All the bitch could do was moan as his master kept sliding in and out of him. “Shit, you’re an easy fuck aren’t you? - Cheap slut.” Next Chapter: Change

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Julian) I tried to open a conversation with Julian, but since the blow job event he seemed to be stubborn. “I hope you don’t spoil everything later, when you meet the others….” I mentioned. “The others?” Julian asked scared. “You can believe it or not, I do care about your future and I am asking myself, how will you cope with it?” I asked him nicely. “That’s none of your business.” Julian sulked. The area we passed right now was desert like. We drove for a while already down a street, which was hardly used for normal traffic. This route got used by truckers only. Business guys….. I grinned evilly. My feeling was, that Julian may be 18 years old, but he seemed to be very inexperienced and easily to manipulate. “Well, I wanted to suggest something to you. It entered my mind, when you told me about your past and the gifts you have been giving by nature. Let’s look at the objective data: You didn’t finish your school – that’s a minus! You got not qualifications whatsoever in business… workmanship or such – also a no go. You got no connections – not good! And you got no money – which really is a problem. Now, let’s see if you got other stuff you could contribute: You are able to suck and swallow – which could be helpful. You suck dicks for let’s say 5 dollars. If you swallow the junk, you can charge more money on it, let’s say 5 dollars in additional. You could earn 10 dollars just for a blowjob with swallowing. You should always prefer that and advertise it, that you swallow every load offered. Hmm… I didn’t check your anal finesse yet, but since your father and his friends enjoyed using you for anal gangbangs, you might got some professional possibilities here also. Always offer anal sex, since you can charge at least 20 dollars for it. Advertise it, that you do it without a condom – which would again add 5 dollars to the normal price.” I explained my thoughts to Julian. He opened up by answering, if this wouldn’t be too low on the price scale, although he personally had no idea what a whore would claim for his offers. I agreed, but then I told him that many guys were already working as whores. There was simply too much competition and he should show his costumers from the beginning, that he would offer his body for fair prices. “You just have to suck more guys and let more costumers fuck you, this way you earn a lot more doe and the guys would rather choose you, because of the low charges.” Julian nodded understandingly. “If you allow several guys to gangbang you, it would be perfect to give them some discount. Since you are serving two or more people, you are earning fast money. But you need to encourage and advertise that over and over again, that gang-bangers are welcome into your body.” I told Julian. The discount should be a great offer to the guys to incite taking this special offer and show up with 3 or more guys. Julian didn’t get it…. so I calculated the stuff for him. Stupid whore… 25 dollars for one guy, let’s say…. 30 minutes duration. So Julian would collect 75 dollars in 90 minutes, if everything turns out fine. If he would discount gangbangers (10 dollars each guy) he would earn in 30 minutes with three guys banging the shit out of him 45 dollars. If he could repeat this 3 times (90 Minutes) it would sum up to 135 dollars. He would get, in the same amount of time, 60 extra dollars. “That would be awesome.” Julian cheered loudly. I smiled, nodded and thought… ‘Yeah bitch. Splendid - you stupid cunt.’ “And for the beginning I wanted to show you a place, which might be really a good location for a first timer like you, with no competition at all, but lots of possible customers” I said. Julian looked around but all he could see was only desert. “That’s the clue. We will drive to a parking lot, which is the only spot in this desert. No gas station or restaurant, which would only make it harder to whore around without getting in trouble. You can make yourself a name there. You could offer yourself to the truckers, right in their rigs or at the latrine of course. There is also a deserted hut close to the latrine. You could set up a room for you there and sleep on a mattress while waiting for costumers” I sounded cheerfully. This way the guys, who knew Julian was sleeping in the hut, could enter the place and simply use Julian’s body and give him the cash immediately. So Julian would not have to be at the latrine 24 hours offering his body. He could rest a bit from time to time and still be available with his holes. I knew there was already a mattress in the hut and it got used quite regularely. Julian would have an easy job there. I advised him to sleep on his belly. It would make the service so much easier for his customers. “But how can I get food or something to drink, if I got no transport….” he interjected. I thought about it and told him that he could lower the prices and instead of charging 25 Dollars for unprotected anal intercourse… he should ask for 15 Dollars and an old burger. The latrine would hold most of the time water, so he shouldn’t die of thirst and most of the time the urinals would be blocked. So there would be always enough to drink, directly out of the urinals or the latrine itself. Julian thought about it silently. “I don’t know…. I feel insecure about this” he answered. “You would be out of your step-dad’s radar and you could try this kind of job out, at least for a week. Who knows, maybe you will have earn enough money to buy yourself a brand new car by then” I lied. Julian’s eyes sparkled. “You think so?” he asked excited. “If you don’t deny any customer, then you should be rich in no time” I gave him a winning smile. You should not care about the looks so much or the age. It is only important that your customer-service is brilliant. Just offer your body to all the guys who are willing to pay for your holes and then let them in and milk their dicks. It’s an easy job. You simply keep your legs apart for strangers and welcome them if they shoot their junks in your body. With this gratitude you make sure, that those guys will come back to you again to abuse your body over and over again – and I think you might make it.” Of course there might be heterosexual men, who would deny his service and still then I told Julian he could sell other services to those possible customers. He could offer them, to drink their piss out of the latrine or they could pay for punching him or beating him up. Of course he should set rules for such a service, like no beating to the face or no bone crushing. Julian was scared of this idea, but I told him he should give it a try – at least he could earn a couple of dollars for this kind of stuff, if no other costumer is available for a fuck. To get the motor running I suggested I could ‘play’ his first costumer. I would ask him loudly at the latrine how much he would take for bareback assfuck and would hand him the money. Of course he would have to give me the money back later on. This was only part of the advertisement, so that people would know he is a professional and that I could shoot my toxic load into him. I told him I was sure, that some of the other guys, would take the opportunity and ask about the prices, and he would be in business. Julian nodded and agreed to do it that way. “Excellent….” I said with a smile....

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Myles) Myles had never sucked a dick before. He felt so sick. Why did this happen to him. He was always a good guy. Always friendly to other people and now this misfortune happened. He missed his bus to Fresno and while hitch-hiking to his hometown he was now licking a dick at this very moment. “No stains on my jeans. Got that? I don’t want to run around outside with cum on my pants. If I cum, you gotta swallow it all. Do you understand that faggot?” I asked the boy, whose tongue was already exploring my piss slit. “Oh man… yeah… push your tongue into my piss slit, you fucking slut” I moaned. And the boy told me, he wouldn’t know how to suck. HA! I laid my right hand on the back of his head and stroked his hair softly. “You are talented in sucking dick, you know? Now swirl your tongue around my dick head. Make love to it. Imagine it is your girl friend. Do some french-kissing with it; I want to feel your lips around my cock. Let your tongue clean my pisser.” I ordered him. I heard him sobbing softly. “What’s the matter with you down there, aren’t you enjoying your job?” I asked him a bit moody. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. His mouth disengaged from my dick with a lout ‘Plop’. I looked down and saw several dark spots on my jeans. “You son of a bitch, is this your spit?” I freaked out. Myles didn’t reply. He had actually taken care, not to drool onto my cock or my jeans. While staring down at my pants I recognized those stains were only his teardrops. He was crying steadily. “Oh – just your tears. That’s okay bitch. Go on sucking me…. you are good, but start swallowing my cuntbasher. I want to feel your throat muscles give me a good massage and don’t drool on me, you cum addicted tart.” I told him and pressed his head down again using more force than before. He would regret it, if my jeans showed signs of his working. Myles swallowed his spit before talking my hard prick back into his mouth. He covered his teeth with his lips, like I had told him. The pressure on his lips was more painful for him, but for me it was quite a great blow job. He pushed his head deeper towards my crotch and started panting. He moaned things like ‘Oooooh’ or ‘Nooooo’. I couldn’t understand it, but I liked the way his throat vibrated with every tone. After a while I didn’t even had to push his head down anymore. I had both my hands at the steering wheel and enjoyed the sensation of this young guys tongue on my horny cock. We drove a while, when I stopped the car again. I pulled Myles from my cock and told him, he was giving good head, but I needed to fuck his face now to actually cum. He looked confused. “Don’t worry and open your door. Kneel next to the car” I commanded him. He started to cry even more. “Please, please don’t kill me. Pleaaaase…. I don’t want to…..” he whined. “Shut up, you idiot” I shouted out being extremely horny. “I told you, I will fuck your face now….. Open your gullet, you fucking whore and start kneeling there you stupid cuntface.” I went to the passenger’s side and used physical force to make him kneel before me. The view was shielded by my body and the open car door. Myles wailed loudly, but there was no one to help him. I slapped his face several times. I hit him so hard, that his head was flying from side to side. “Open your mouth!” I repeated myself loudly. Myles was still not convinced, but he tried to comply by parting his lips a little bit and I took the chance and pushed my hard member deep into his throat with one swift stroke. Of course he had no chance to keep my jeans clean this way. Soon he started coughing and spitting. I knew it and wasn’t actually mad, but I would still punish him, after shooting my dirty load into him. I showed no mercy and held his head by his ears while forcing myself into his mouth. I repeated myself quite often, that he should keep his mouth open. He knew he was supposed to accept my dick deep down in his throat but he had difficulties breathing and at least 4 times he even puked a little bit. I gave him some space to vomit and reminded him afterwards of his duties. After 15 minutes of hard face fucking I was moaning loudly. I didn’t tell him that I would unload soon. I simply drove my cock down to the hilt, buried it deep in his throat and let my balls fire the charged cum directly into his tummy. After my last shot I stepped aside and Myles fell on his arms and struggled heavily. I was satisfied with myself, but also with the lad. The moment he tried to get up I started punishing him for mucking up my pants. I slapped him on his face and on his ears. He tried to defend himself or at least hold his hands in front of his face, but he didn’t stand a chance. After two minutes of a good slapping I stopped the punishment. “Good job boy…. a very good job…..” I handed Myles a bottle of water and told him to drink and to wash his face a little bit. Then he had to get into the car again and we continued driving south – closer to the Mexican border…..

Just the original first part of the story..... it will continue though.... The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Daniel) It was in late fall. I was driving down the interstate without a route in my mind. Without any directions. I was looking for the right guy. He shouldn’t be too tall. I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny. I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young. A twink with no body hair at all. 18 years would be great, but not older than 21. It was around 6 pm and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head my way home, when I saw this blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a written sign up ‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there” the guy said politely. “Going north…. ?” he asked with a tired look. “Well, I can give you a ride for a while, though I won’t drive to Portland” I explained. “That’s rocking…. any distance will help me.” He answered, staying still at the passenger’s side. I got out of my car and told him he could hop in. I opened the trunk to stow his backpack in it. I watched him running to his property and felt my cock growing while he was bending down and trying to lift it from the ground. His tight blue jeans showed slipped down a bit and showed part of his ass. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but instead I helped him lift the stuff into my trunk . After we both got into the car and fastened our seatbelts I started the engine and we drove off. “What’s your name?” I asked him. “Daniel – and yours? “My friends call me Scorpion” I grinned. He laughed and told me that liked that. “Nice to meet you Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride” he smiled openly at me and flashed his perfect set of teeth. “How long did you wait there, next to the street” I wanted to know. “Man, I had trouble with my girlfriend. We had a huge fight and then she kicked me out of the car, the stupid bitch….” he complained. “Yeah… I know what you mean. I am slightly older than you, but women can be bitches in all decades.” “I am thankful that you took me in, at least I am getting closer to my home now” he mentioned again. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel told me he was 18 years now. He just celebrated his birthday with the slut of his girlfriend and now he was heading home from this bad vacation. “Would you hand me the water bottle from the back seat?” I asked him suddenly. “Sure” he replied and unfastened his seatbelt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt. Again his jeans lowered so much, that his cheeks were truly visible. He reappeared from this hot position and handed me the water. “You’re thirsty too?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he took the other bottle from the back seat. I knew there was one left, since it was a bottle that was spiked with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon and my cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to mind, that he didn’t hear the obvious ‘click’ from a sealed bottle. He swallowed a few sips and we continued talking casually. I started to drink from my water bottle again and animated Daniel to drink some more water too. After a while I realized, that Daniel was getting sleepy I slowed down the car speed. He had drunk half of the bottle probably. I wanted him to be conscious, but helpless. I hoped he didn’t drink too much. The open bottle in his hand dropped to his crotch and spilled on his jeans. I stopped the car. There was no other car in sight now. I grabbed the bottle out of the boys crotch and asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t barely even able to open his eyes, but he saw the mess he produced. “Oh no…. I am sorry mate….. I am just so tired. I don’t know what…..” he mumbled. “No big deal” I replied and added, that it was only water. Still I told him I needed to dry the mess, since the water was already reaching his seat. He nodded solemnly, but didn’t reply and so I took a cloth and started pressing and rubbing against Daniel’s crotch. While holding the cloth I was feeling the guys dick up very good. He moaned and tried to focus on me, but was not able to show great resistance. “Spread your legs, so I can reach the seat” I told him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat I was just touching the boys crotch right now. The cloth went to the back seat and I massaged Daniel’s dick unashamedly through his jeans and started opening his buttons. He moaned softly, but didn’t open his eyes anymore. “Got you” I said and started the engine. I wanted to each the next possible abandoned place and since I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I’ve looked at my new toy and thought…. ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again...’

i chatted with the host of the rough stock roundup but didn't get vids i wasn't told it was bareback by default but the host had no pref on his profile looks like they have a large farm/area with good space for outdoor sex and also indoor themes in winter :-) love to go and take some dick xxx

That is so hot. My first few times were with my mother's boyfriend. Not a relative but she was shacked with a guy that recently served time. At first it was head and then he started coming into my room at night and telling me to take my pants off and roll over. He would mount me just using spit and slam my hole with his sweet cock. I use to fall asleep to the smell of his sweet cum.