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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…

On my Tour to be a Whore, I headed over to London last weekend. I wanted to go again to the Hard On party that I had attended in April. I've never been to anything like it… It's like Cumunion on steroids. Over 200 hot and horny man, ready to fuck or be fucked. I highly recommend it! The theme for this party was athletic gear. So I arrived and stripped down to my jockstrap checking everything else. Once in, I walked past the DJ, dance floor, and bar ... heading straight for the dark area and play spaces which is the only part that really interested me. As i got there a bit later, the slings were already full and the majority of the fuck benches. Two months ago I was still nervous about putting myself in a position to be used but now I don't think twice about it. I managed to squish onto a fuck bench occupied by three other bottoms hoping the black top going at it with the bottom next to me would see my ass up in the air and move onto me. Which he did! It felt so great to feel his cock enter me especially since I've been eyeing the way he was fucking the bottom next to me. True to the theme of the night he was the most athletic top I've ever experienced. After he started fucking me, he climbed on board that fuck bench turning and twisting my body to all different kinds of positions… So he could explore every single inch of my hole. What a great way to start the night! Immediately after he was done with me several other tops jumped on and my hole got that squishy loose feeling that I love. I always think that I want to keep track of how many tops use me and how many loads I get in... but I always lose track after a while especially if a trains been run on my ass. I'd say between 10 to 15 guys fucked me and I had 4-5 loads in me. I did have another marathon session with the black top. I had grabbed an open sling and we went at it there. He climbed right on top of that sling to get in me as deep as he could , swinging that sling back and forth to pull his seven inches completely out of my hole and shoving it right back in. By the end of the night I was so covered in sweat, cum and lube. While riding the tube back to my hotel, I noticed a trail of ass juices on my leg. What a slut! I wish I could come back every month when they have this event.

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.

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 had been lurking on bbrt, getting hard to bug chasing fiction on here and jerking off to verbal poz porn on tumblr for a couple of years before I finally took my first toxic plunge. It was just before my 30th birthday and I was in my prime, 6ft, boy next door good looks, tight gym body with a round peach of an ass covered in soft fair bum fluff. I was turning heads in the bar and clubs but I was finding safe and vanilla hook ups didn't do it for me anymore. The sight of a condom in person or in porn was an instant boner killer. I started spending more and more time fantasizing about getting knocked up and began chatting to guys on bbrt. I lived in a small city with an even smaller and discreet bareback scene, at the time there weren't many open bug chasers even on bbrt. I'd already been through a couple of profiles and chickened out on few meets and was finding it difficult to find verbal gift givers, most guys were undetectable and looking for the same. It was a Friday night and work had been a bitch that week. I picked up some weed and beers and settled in for a night of cruising for raw cock. I don't know what clicked in my mind that night, whether it was my looming 30th birthday, the shitty week in work or the disappointing sex of late but I knew that night I would finally let my neg hole be flooded with a toxic load. I was getting a nice buzz from the weed and beer and had some filthy porn on in the back round. It was the kind where the guys were all obviously poz and even implied in some scenes that Toxic tops were pozzing neg bottoms without outright saying it, it gave me an idea to take a different approach online. Logging onto BBRT, I edited my profile, taking out any overt references to being a bug chaser and changing my status to "ask me" instead of "don't know, don't care." If tops could stealth then I could be a stealth bottom and steal the strain I craved. Before I saw what I wanted. His profile described a hung top in his 50s, status "poz" not "undetectable" which really got my attention, and seemed to be close by. Perfect! I messaged him and unlocked all my pics. He got back to me straight away, turns out he was a stoner and was at home high and horny too. We got though all the online pleasantries quickly, he could host and was only a short walk from my place, we were sexually compatible and both up for meeting now. Neither of us asked or disclosed our status in the messages. I supposed he assumed I was poz and, like many others on the site, was being discreet. I asked him to unlock his pics, it was a formality on my part I knew I was ready to give up my hole to him from our brief exchange but it would be nice to get a look first. The notification came through and I nearly came there and then. I was greeted by pics of an obviously wasted body and what once would have been a handsome face but was now sunken and had lined cheeks, mouth and eyes that gave him the appearance of cheeky chappy who would rough me up. Hanging between his skin and bone legs was a veiny flaccid monster, there was more meat on his poz cock than any of his other limbs. He didn't have any fully erect pics but I didn't need to see any more. We swapped numbers, he texted his address and we arranged to meet. I hit the shower and while douching had precum dripping from the semi I had since seeing his pics. It was always at this point before where I would text with some lame excuse to cancel and go have a wank thinking about what could have been. This night was different, although my heart was pounding out of my chest it was with pure excitement not anxiety. My cock was hard the whole 15 minute walk to his place, my hole was twitching with anticipation and instead of any conflicted thoughts I was filled with a focused, frenzied desire to take this strangers poz, hopefully unmedicated cum in my neg cunt. I arrived at the address and text to let him know I was outside, minutes later he was opening the door and leading me to his "flat" at the top of the house. It was more of a efficiency, containing little more than a couch facing a TV, a small bed in the corner, and a kitchen alcove, and what at first glance appeared to be a closet was actually an en suite bathroom. As soon as we were in the door we embraced and kissed. He was somewhat shorter than my height, but the kiss we shared ignited something it both of us and we could both tell we were in for a good night. His frail, small body felt so warm in my arms and instantly put me at ease. We moved to the couch were a joint was waiting, from the first kiss we were never not touching one another, a hand on a knee, a stolen kiss, caressing our hard-ons through our jeans. We were obviously from different worlds but had an instant connection. We made some easy small talk and finished the joint while watching some porn which would not be needed to get me going. I moved off the couch onto my knees and unleashed his hard cock from his jeans. The virus might have done a number on his body and his face but his cock was pristine, a good nine inches with a slight upwards curve, a wet purple head covered in the softest foreskin. When I took it in my mouth I could feel the veins pumping, filled with the poison I was here to take home with me. I didn't take long for us to get naked and onto his bed, his skinny smooth body felt amazing on top of my muscled frame. We were wild for each other, I hadn't been this hard since I was a teenager. I knew it wouldn't be long before I had his toxic cum pumping deep in my hole. I lay back and began to finger my hole giving him a little show, the look on his face was priceless. He was the cat who got the cream, I imagined he couldn't believe his luck having a hot young guy ready to be fucked raw. How was he to know I was the one in absolute awe of him and the poz gift he was going to unknowingly give me. Soon I was flipped onto all fours with his tongue in my sweaty hole, I was moaning like a bitch in heat. He pulled me back to him and I kissed him from behind tasting my ass in his mouth. While we were making out he lined up that perfect poz cock with my neg boy pussy. I fell back into doggie style as he pushed into my wet hole. I was in heaven, I finally had a toxic cock inside me. I arched my back and backed up fully onto that monster, wordlessly letting him know there was no need to be gentle and he got the message and went to town on my greedy cunt. We bucked and fucked in perfect unison. I had a raging boner which I never normally had when getting fucked before, I was feeling new levels pleasure in my mind, hole and dick I had never felt before. I begged him to "breed my hole" and "give me his load" and he responded likewise. Amazingly in my state of bug chaser ecstasy I managed not to let out the usual poz buzz words and give away he was knocking me up, I doubt he would have cared at that stage but I wasn't taking any chances he would pull out. I began to feel his cock getting even harder in me and those tell tale pulses, he was about to cum. I started to squeeze my now loosened hole around his beautiful poz prick. I turned my head and met his eyes, gave him a cheeky smile and told him to "give it to me." He didn't need telling twice and started to slam into my neg cunt. I almost couldn't believe it - his more-than-likely toxic poz cum was going to flood my guts! Additionally, for the first time fucking had never before felt so right and free. I reached for my for my fully erect cock and with one stroke let loose the hardest longest orgasm I had ever felt, spurts and spurts of useless neg jizz landing on the bed spread. This set off a chain reaction in my cunt, he seemed to have an equal orgasm to mine. I felt spasm after spasm inside me, the precious gift deposited deep in me that I was going to try and hold onto, hopefully to regift if it took. He pulled out and I turned around to clean off his cock, licking his sweaty balls, taking in the smell of him, moving my tongue up his torso to his lips and fell back onto the bed in a euphoric embrace. We lay there in after glow bliss kissing and caressing each other, running our hands up our spines inducing those after cum shivers I love. I felt reborn anew lying there, a new clarity had come over me, gone was the indecisiveness and the shame. I had made fantasy reality and it was more than I could have imagined. There was no going back. I knew now for certain I was meant to convert, it was my destiny to be free, to be a poz cum dump. The whole hook up had seemed to fly by but I checked my phone and a couple of hours had passed by, we were both spent and called it a night, agreeing to do it again soon. I was overjoyed leaving and now I was grinning like the cat who got the poison cream. I left my unwitting gifter with a passionate kiss on the doorstep and practically skipped home with his dirty load inside my ass. Several weeks later I came down with a nasty flu. I had to take a sick day from work it was so bad. Still being a horny bastard and bored at home I logged into bbrt and saw him online. He must have noticed me online as I got a text message from him looking for a hook up. I told him I was sick and decided to bring up the fact that I was neg, I asked if he thought there might be a change he could have pozzed me. He text back that there could be, he had health complications and wasn't always 100% with his meds, hence his "poz" status on bbrt. He seemed to worry then and responded with apologies, I told him not to worry that it was what I wanted I knew what I was doing. He replied by text that he presumed I was poz because "Poz guys are always amazing in bed." Turns out he was right.

CHAPTER 17: Chris: I wake up the next morning and quickly realize my arm, along with most of my body, is wrapped around Tyler. Pressing my nose into his neck I inhale a lung full of the scent of his body. For a few minutes I savor the sensations as my brain slowly wakes itself up. I can feel his feet touching mine, his legs, his ass against my cock and my stomach firmly pressed against his back. I kiss his neck. He doesn’t flinch. “Someone got used pretty hard yesterday”, I softly mumble. I know Jake jackhammer fucked him and gave him two loads, and he took two other loads from me. I pull back, the sensation in my hard dick is pressing against the lower part of Ty’s back. I pull backward and I feel the hairs on my stomach rightly complain from the combined stickiness of lube and precum probably from both of us. With a slight wince, and a tug, I pull backward enough to free my body from his. I reach down to feel Ty’s hole. Its puffy and wet. Feeling that, my cock is more awake than I am right now. Reaching down to my cock the tip is dripping wet. I know Ty is sleeping but he’s about to take another load of his big brother’s poz sperm. I look down at his body, touching him, touching his hair, feeling him. A delicious grin covers my face. I think, “I want him to test positive”. Part of me feels dirty thinking this, but at the same time I feel closer, and more like a big brother to him, than ever. Right now I have to power to pump a load of cum into my baby brother’s ass that will change his life, and the best part is, we both want me to do it. Bug chasing for me was a natural evolution of bareback sex with hot guys I met and wanted to get naked with, but I’m not sure how Ty got into it. I want us to have that conversation when he’s poz. Then it dawns on me, “Jeremy!”, and I realize his ex must have somehow turned him on to the bug. I suddenly feel a little guilty, “Am I any better than that guy?”. I rub my fingers through Ty’s hair I quickly put any thoughts of backing out, out of my head, and focus on his body. I turn away from him just enough to grab some lube from the nightstand and get a bit of it on my raging cock. I set the lube down and again press my stomach against him. This time I push my dick into the crack of his ass where it glides against his skin easily. My phone buzzes, probably a text, I ignore it. Right now nothing will keep my horny cock from filling the Ty’s ass with an infected load. I use my hand to guide my cock to Ty’s hole and press against his body. Applying slow, even pressure the tip disappears into his ass almost effortlessly. I can still feel some of the cum trapped inside him. Looking at his back and body I mouth the word, “POZ”, its the only thing I can think of as I work my dick into him. I drive my cock deep inside, going as slowly as I can, the bright pink head pushing his hole apart, digging its way in. Pressing more firmly my dick continues its invasion and its not long before my balls are pressing firmly against his ass. Ty is still asleep and hasn’t moved but now he’s got nearly 8” of poz dick attached to him. I press myself more closely, running my tongue over the back of his neck. I rub his dark brown hair again and again, moving my mouth close to his ear. “I want you poz, Ty”, I whisper to him, more for my own pleasure than expecting him to hear me. I pull my cock back slightly and work it in again. “I want you poz, Ty”, this time I grunt as I say it, feeling dirty. I know he’s asleep but I say it over and over again kissing him each time as I do, using his body to help get myself off. I keep pushing my dick into my little brother when finally he turns his head slightly. He realizes I’m using his ass and I get a groggy, “fuck yea” out of him as he moves his left arm to my ass and I feel him trying to pull me in deeper. "Ohhh fuck!", I hear Ty’s soft voice, rolling his head around as I enter him again all at once as if to drive home the point that we’re having sex. "Awwww, fuck yeah...", I moan, slowly beginning to thrust myself in and out of his trembling body. “You want this Ty? … You want big brother’s bare, poz dick?”, he moans, “Yes”, “That what you wanted with Jeremy? Wasn’t it? Wasn’t it babe?”, I ask bluntly, working my dick into him. "Ohhh god... oh god, oh god!", Ty gasps, almost wailing … I can feel his skin getting hot, “Think I nailed it on the head”, I respond. I’m pretty sure Ty can feel my dick throbbing and I want more than anything to just spill another load him. This feels so good though, I want it to last. "Faster, Daddy", comes Ty’s response to; its an almost demanding tone. I love staring at his body and the nape of his neck while I fuck him, smiling and grunting, as I push harder into his ass, "You must really want this poz dick baby". "Yes daddy! Harder! Do it.", in what is the loudest, most demanding thing to come out of his mouth yet. My ego can hardly take it and a broad smile covers my face. Breeding my little brother Tyler is getting me hotter than ever and I can feel my pits sweating as I labor over him, "Yeahhhh… you’ll get it, don’t worry … I'm gonna breed you like the dirty faggot you are". My raging boner is stabbing at his insides, expanding his hole and piercing into the deepest parts of his anus, "Yeahhh, Daddy! Fucking do it!" It’s so hot hearing him beg me for it. "I'm gonna fuck you like a cheap whore, ... you’re gonna be another HIV-positive bottom, Ty", I grunt, smiling as his hands rub my hairy thighs, "You and your dirty cunt", slamming my dick in to emphasize the point. “Ohhhhh fuck Daddy… fuck … ohhhhh fuck!”, "Shut up," I tell him, "No one else is here, its just me, you and my poz dick". I slap his ass a few times and a bright red handprint appears. "UHN!" Ty moans, almost as if it hurts. I keep fucking him, faster now, pumping in and out of him -- drilling him hard. My hips slapping into Ty's ass and my legs almost entirely surrounding his, keeping him right where I want him. My waist bucks up and down, thrusting me deeper and deeper inside his boy hole. With each passing second, I’m growing closer and closer to fucking another load of unmedicated HIV+ cum into my littler brother. Part of me feels conflicted about all of this, the angel on my shoulder feels shame, but the devil on my other shoulder is turned on as fuck and beating off. My hips bang his body repetitively with my hairy groin, deep dicking him good. I’m going at it, lost, throwing caution to the wind as I pull on his body and shove my bare dick into him, over and over. Right now I don't care about Ty's well being … I just need to breed him. All I care about is getting off in Ty’s neg ass. I’m mating with my dirty fag brother like he’s my bitch in heat. I’m intent on making sure the next time he tests, he gets two lines. My bedroom is filled with the smells of man sex and the sound of testosterone-filled fucking, mixed with horny grunts and deep moans of power. I can feel Ty quiver a bit each time my hairy mess of pubes tickles his crack – its almost like he’s turned on, but a bit scared. My large, hairy balls are banging against his sensitive hole, and I can feel his ass clench a bit around my dick each time they do. They’re pulling up tight, getting in position ready to fire out another load, ready to impregnate this horny little bitch. I grip tighter onto Ty's arms, there’s a bit of sweat in the light dusting of his hair, unlike my nuts which are almost entirely bathed in sweat now. When I decided to bug chase I knew I’d want to share it. It gives me a bit of pride and stokes my horniness knowing that my own brother is the first guy to receive the poison from my dick. I’m fucking him like an animal, and my full, heavy balls are proof of that. "Uhhhnnnn... Daddy! Fuck! Breed me ...", he’s moaning, barely able to get it all out, but he knows just the words my dick wants to hear. I’m sweating, mouth wide open and the drool beginning to run down my lips. I love the feeling of his ass tightly wrapped around me. Having mostly bottomed I’m enjoying being rough and primitive with some twinky ass, even my own brother’s, and now I’m finally getting a chance to play things out as a Top. "I'll breed you right, baby," I grunt, some of the saliva dripping on Ty’s back, "And I'll fuck your hole up good". I never called Ty “baby” before but I like the sound of it, part of me wonders, “Could Ty and I have a thing like Cody and his Dad?” I’m pulled back from my moment by his voice, "Do it, daddy. Fill me …", then out of nowhere, loudly, “FUCKING BREED ME!”. I’m pulling hard on his arms. It feels like they might be ripped away from him at any moment, but he doesn’t seem to care. Ty is letting me have my way with his body, feeling his neck, his back, his groin again and again, pound after pound, my body crashing into his. "Fuck! Ughhh! Fucking take that cock boy!", I yell back, the veins in my biceps popping as I keep hold of his arms. He’s spasming a bit, and each time, his hole squeezes down a bit on my cock, “…you want my poz cum, you’re gonna get my poz cum”. Ty’s hand flows over my body, feeling me, “I’m gonna fucking fill you up with my salty, poz spunk, Ty”. I continue our sex, fucking him wildly, slapping my crotch against him, as though I’m sex-starved. I can feel my orgasm coming, the semen is welling up in my balls. I grunt and huff at the air coming off his twinky body, both of us barely able to speak more than a grunt. Then, finally, I feel it. My balls jerk against his skin and my whole body tenses, my dick stiffens, rigid and losing it’s deadly payload. "Awwww fuckkk... FUCKKKKKKKK!! I'm cumming! CUMMMING!", between heavy breathes. Ty moans like a schoolgirl, "Yeah daddy! Yeah!" In the span of these seconds a huge wad of toxic sperm lurches from my nutsac and shoots out the end of my fat penis, all while buried deep inside of Ty's hiv-negative hole. I groan in pleasure, driving my dick hard against Ty and dumping a hot load of cum all over his insides. I stay like that humping his waist over and over, my seed spilling into my little brother’s hot anus that’s locked around my dick. My dick shakes as more and more my sperm explodes out of the tip, “Want you poz Ty … fucking want you poz”, I groan. I wrap my arms around Tyler's waist, pressing my torso hard against his back. My sweaty chest and erect nipples digging into his backside. I slow hump him, gripping him tight and push, trying to get deeper and deeper into his throbbing hole. My eyes close as the feeling takes over my entire body. Spurts of cum escaping my cock head, my boner still pointing upwards inside his body. Then, I rub his pubes, reaching down to the his erect cock. I want to suck him off, but I’m spent, he’ll have to settle for my hand at this moment. My phone buzzes one more time with a text, “FUCK”, I groan under my breathe. I won’t be pulled away from what’s important to me.

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.

Chapter II. We said good-bye to Will, both of us ogling his crotch. We got ready for bed, brushing our teeth in the bathroom off the kitchen. My boy remembered to take one of his last Truvada pills, and got the bottle out of the medicine cabinet. We had put our remaining pills together in a bottle with his name on them. He raised his eyebrows, clearing thinking about taking Will’s mammoth cock. That night, my boy and I had great sex, the best sex we’d had in a while. My boy lay down, face buried in the pillow, and whimpered as I ate his hole. "Stretch me out," he murmured as I worked four fingers into his hole. I knew he was fantasizing about taking a dick way bigger than mine. I pounded the fuck out of him, as he moaned, bouncing up and down on my raw cock, and slipped in two fingers. When I pulled out to re-position his ass, his hole just stayed open and quivered. I bred him deep, and he kept riding me until he shot a big load all over my chest. Even though we were both nearly off PrEP, it was still safe, since it was just us two, right? I worked my hand into his cummy ass past my knuckles. I scooped his fresh seed up and worked it into his ass, savoring his wet and stretched-out hole. As I toyed with his ass he asked "Do you think I should go visit Will tomorrow to borrow those tools?" I chuckled, knowing he was going to Will’s house so Will could seduce my boy, and I was going to let it happen. The next day, my boy was sprouting morning wood. I rolled over and let his precum drip into my ass. It got so wet, he rubbed back and forth until his head popped in. After a few minutes, he had my ass lubed with just precum, no lube, no spit. As he slid into my hole, holding me still, he slid one of his hands into his own ass, pleasuring himself until he shot a big load deep into me. He pulled out, winked, and pulled on some clothes. He grabbed a pair of old nearly threadbare gym shorts. They’d be fine for gardening or a slutty go-go scene. He added an old t-shirt with the sleeves and sides cut out, stained with paint, telling me he was off to Will’s and he’d see me in a bit. I could see his cock was still a little hard from our morning breeding session, and there was a dollop of precum darkening a spot on his shorts. I smiled as I fingered my own cummy hole. I got out of bed and pulled on some work clothes, relishing the squelch of fresh cum seeping deeper into my guts. I made some coffee, and put together a to-do list for the day. It was mostly boring stuff like cleaning out the gutters and taking the shutters down so they could be stripped and repainted. I enjoyed a cup or two of coffee and noticed the time. Nearly an hour had passed since my boy had gone over to Will’s. I knew he was up to something. I smiled to myself, sort of surprised that my boy was still up to his slutty ways; even out here in the country, he’d managed to find the biggest cock around and was determined to take it. With a dick as big as Will’s was soft, he’d need more than my cock and a few fingers to get him ready for it, especially after being out of practice for a few weeks… I got to Will’s and knocked on the front door. I put my ear to the glass and wasn’t surprised to hear moaning. Someone was getting fucked! I let myself in and followed the sound upstairs. What surprised me wasn’t seeing Will’s plump ass jackhammering into a willing hole, it was that my boy was on his knees fisting his cock while Will was fucking someone else. My boy looked mesmerized, with his eyes glued to Will’s dick as it pumped in and out of the stranger’s ass. Seeing me, Will gave me a goofy smile as he waved me over, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, remarking "Welcome to the party! Take off your clothes and join in!" I followed directions and moved to the other side of the bed. My boy saw me and sheepishly grinned at me, but that didn’t stop him from fisting his cock with one had and playing with his hole with the other. Will put his arms out, one on my boy’s shoulder, and one on mine. The guy he was fucking didn’t even look up. "This is my buddy Jimmy. Jimmy likes big cocks. If he can’t find one big enough, he’ll take two." Will pulled out of Jimmy’s ass and spit into it, not on it, but into the gaping quivering red hole. My eyes went from that opened hole to Will’s epic dick. I’d only seen it soft before. Hanging there, too heavy to stand out straight, was the biggest dick I’d ever seen, slick with precum and spit. It nearly touched the mattress it hung down so far. And Jimmy had taken him balls deep. And raw. Will winked at me and turned to my boy asking "You two want a go?" My boy nodded anxiously. Will scooped Jimmy onto his knees and caught him against his sweaty furry chest. I recognized Jimmy. He was the guy who delivered the newspaper. A totally adorable skinny twink with floppy brown bangs, maybe mid-20s, probably home from college for the summer. He went around on a bike every morning, chucking the local paper from his bike. He was a cute kid, and clearly an experienced bottom if he could take Will’s big thick cock. Will motioned for my boy and I to climb onto the bed, on our backs, with our asses together, and dicks both pointed upwards. Will jerked us both off for a second, spit onto his paw, and raised Jimmy up so his ruined ass was right above our bare cocks. I grimaced as his ass lowered down capturing our cocks and pressing them together. I though that we should both be wearing condoms and cast a glance over to the bedside table thinking maybe there would be a pile of them. "What ’cha looking for?" Will asked. "We don’t play with rubbers in this house. That okay with you boys? You’re safe, right?" My boy and I nodded, with Jimmy lowering down and moaning the whole time. He didn’t stop until he’d bottomed out, instead riding our cocks which were pressed together and sliding back and forth in his velvety hole. The entire time he didn't say a single word, he just moaned in pleasure and (maybe) a bit of pain. Will jerked his massive tool as Jimmy rode our dicks. My boy muttered filthy things to him the whole time. "Yeah! You like taking those raw dicks, don’t you!?" and "Slut" and "This whore is so ruined, his hole can take us both!" Jimmy just grunted and moaned approval. As Jimmy rose and lowered himself, white globs dripped out of him. Will leaned down, smiled, and started licking them off of our cocks and balls. "Delicious," he whispered as he slurped, his hot breath on our balls. It dawned on me that Jimmy was leaking fresh cum. That got me so hot. He’d already taken a load. Will pulled back from slurping the churned seed out of Jimmy’s ass. He lurched for a bottle of poppers, took a big hit, and held it to Jimmy’s nose. He grunted approval and huffed as deeply as I’ve ever seen. Will lowered his mouth to Jimmy’s cock. Without touching his dick, Jimmy squirted volley after volley of cum into Will’s greedy mouth. I shot my load into Jimmy’s ass. My boy could sense the fresh wetness and shot too. Jimmy collapsed backwards onto the pillows, our dicks easing out of him followed by a stream of fresh cum. Will eagerly lapped it up until his face was dripping with seed. He patted me and my boy on our legs and started laughing. Will grunted "Looks like we’ve got some fresh pigs to share with the neighborhood, right Jimmy?" Jimmy moaned, his eyes still closed, his ruined hole still dripping cum. In fact, Jimmy was so exhausted he passed out entirely, and Will tossed me a towel to mop up suggesting "Let him sleep, huh? You guys should have seen him this morning!" I nodded and we grabbed our clothes and followed him back downstairs. Will remained naked, so we followed his example. Turning to us, Will explained "I met Jimmy a few years back, and have been breeding him while he's on summer vacation. I had to train his hole that first summer, and every year he’s got a rough few weeks when he comes home." Grabbing his big dick, which was still swinging and somewhat hard, he added "He can't find dick like this at school. Fortunately for Jimmy, the neighborhood guys will help stretch him out for me." Then he quietly whispered "Sometimes his Pa helps, but keep it quiet. Jimmy doesn’t know. His Pa only fucks him when Jimmy’s wearing his blindfold." With that Will extended his paw and groped my boy’s ass. "They can help stretch you out too, ya know… the neighborhood pigs, and Jimmy’s Pa." My boy grinned from ear to ear as Will went on "Now, in the meantime, let’s get you those tools." We followed him into the backyard, and into the garage. It was a normal tool shed with a few surprises. Next to the screwdrivers and cups of bolts, there was a pegboard full of sex toys. There were butt plugs, dildos, a whip, some handcuffs, and much more. There was a tool bench, and a fuck bench, upholstered in black leather. Will went on as if we weren’t naked and hadn’t just raw-fucked the paperboy, saying "You’ll need some big pruning shears to take care of that underbrush, and maybe my palm sander for that porch molding. And to take my cock, you’ll need these...." Will walked over to the sex dungeon part of his garage and took down a massive butt plug and a squirt bottle of lube. The butt plug had a hole in the middle. My boy and I stared at it, not sure what to do with it. We’d also just cum deep in Jimmy’s ass, but we were hardening up again. "That there is a pig hole. You guys seem like pigs, so enjoy it!" Will laughed at his little joke, as did we also. Then his face got serious, as he grunted "No. Now. Enjoy it. Your pig training starts NOW." Will grabbed my boy by the back of the neck and laid him down on the fuck bench on his belly, with his chin over the edge. He lined up his big cock with my boy’s mouth and stuck it in as far as it would go, which admittedly, wasn’t far. Will’s massive head had my boy’s jaw opened as wide as it would go, and he was already gagging. Will smiled. He was enjoying himself. He turned to me instructing me "You, there. Start on his hole." I climbed up on top of the bench and pulled my boy’s cheeks apart, tonguing his hole, burying my face between his cheeks. Will leaned forward and held my head down, allowing me up to gasp for breath every half minute or so. Each time I gulped air Will chuckled, as he forced my head down into my boy’s hole, his huge cock lodged into my boy’s mouth. He had us both gulping for air. When Will had had enough, he pulled out of my boy’s mouth and released my head. "Now, about that pig hole. Put this in your boy. Help him get used to my big dick. It’s gonna ruin his hole. Your’s too, if you’re lucky." With that he handed me the hollow butt plug. Even with a hole in the middle, it was thicker than my dick, which was throbbing hard already and oozing a steady stream of precum. Will squirted a big dollop of thick creamy lube into my hand, so I lubed up the plug, and smeared some lube on my boy’s ass. Will leaned over and spread my boy’s cheeks as wide as they’ve ever been spread urging "Now, put it in him, but remember to take it slow." I eased the plug into my boy and he released a guttural groan. I pushed it in more and he winced, tightening every muscle in his naked and sweaty body. "Pacing," Will commented sternly as he swatted my hand away. He climbed up on top of the table, straddling my boy's legs with his knees and cooed, "Yeah, pig boy. You can take this. You know you want this. You know you need this. You need to get fucked by some big daddy dick." Sliding the plug up and down over my boy’s ass, and my boy relaxed when Will inserted the plug slowly, but surely, gazing into my eyes all the while, as if he owned that hole. Will shook his giant dick and globs of precum drizzled down. Without looking, he had aimed his precum perfectly to drip into the open hole inside the plug and deep into my boy’s ass. He backed up and ushered me onto the table again, with my ass pressed up against his hard cock, urging "Fuck him." I realized that I’d need more lube to get my cock into the pig hole, and I reached back and swiped some precum off of Will’s dick, smearing it onto my own. He wrapped a paw around my chest and grunted approval. "I knew I liked my new neighbors." I eased my hard dick into the pig hole and leaned forward. My boy moaned and whimpered, his hole stretched more than it had ever been. Will hopped off of the table and aimed his dick at my boy’s mouth. This time, my boy dropped his jaw and readily accepted about four inches of that huge tool. I pumped my hips as long as I could hold out, knowing that the scene was so hot I wouldn’t last long. I fucked my load into my boy’s pig-hole-stretched ass with a moan. Will smiled at me and mounted the table, facing me. He leaned forward and gently kissed me. I was shocked by his gentleness after such rough play and closed my eyes. He grabbed my dick, pulled it out of the hole, and slowly jerked me off. I melted into him, sharing my boy’s ass with this near stranger and stuffing him full of butt plug. When I opened my eyes, I looked down and saw Will coaxing an unbelievable stream of creamy white cum out of his cock and into the open pig hole, dripping right into my boy’s ass. My mouth was wide open, and I gasped for air. "Well done," he smirked, adding "He’s ready for my cum. Soon enough he’ll be ready to take it from the source. Good thing he’s on those pills in your medicine cabinet. I hope they work." He smacked my boy’s ass cheeks and walked out of the garage. My boy turned over onto his back, knees up and ass exposed, still stuffed with the plug. He wanked out a huge load all over the fuck bench. I licked it up and tongued it into his open hole. He tried to pull the plug out, but it wouldn’t budge. We saw Will laughing from the open doorway. "Yeah. You’re still tight. Wear it home under those slutty shorts. It’ll work it’s way out on it’s own sometime today." We got ourselves together, sticky with sweat and cum, and got dressed. I gathered the tools we’d come there to borrow. My boy walked painfully a few steps ahead of me. I saw a dark wet spot form and grow as the cum leaked out of his pig hole-stuffed ass. It dawned on me then that Will had mentioned our blue pills in the medicine cabinet. Did Will just tell us he was POZ? To be continued…

This sounds like a night in the New Orleans bar Rawhide, when some guy bent me over a pool table and fucked me in front of everyone. I asked if he was wearing a condom. He said yes. When we were finished, I saw him washing his cock off in the bathroom, and asked if he wore a condom. He laughed and said we were in a bar named Rawhide, and he walked away...

At a gay resort in Ontario and feeling slutty. Guys on the slurp ramp looking to get off. All I could see were dicks waiting to be serviced. I started with a nice thick 6" cut dick. I sucked him for about 10 minutes when he put his hands on the back of my head and forced his dick down my throat and filled me with a sweet tasting load. then I started working on a 8" smelly dick.while he started fucking my throat someone came behind me and started fingering my hole. after he opened my hole he let me feel the pa at the end of hi sick and then he shoved all 10 inches in my ass. the two of them started fucking me hard and didn't let up until they coated my insides with their cum about 20 minutes later

Saturday night, homo alone, bored, & i remembered a social groups meats locally 3rd Saturday of the month. I hadn't been to this function in years. There is dungeon downstairs, & bar upstairs. I cleaned out & headed over. Had a soft drink with a couple of guests & host in the bar & went to explore after removing shirt & shorts. I kept np jock socks & adidas hi tops. I made a big deal of providing condoms & safe lube. Fuckin' Oink~! Pigs could smell my heat & dick & ballz descended on me from all angles. It was dark, butt I was so horny I wood take Nick Nolte's dirty dick. I got 3 loads in like 15 minutes & then a slow steady fuck in a sling by handsome fucker, who milked my load all over my abs. I was looking to breedin' some bitches, butt party was breaking up & my ass was broke down.

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.

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.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Got a regular fuck buddy down here that's about 27, Middle Eastern decent, small framed and a total bottom. Our sex is simple and non-dramatic. Yesterday he had a guy come fuck him and then I got to be load number two. When I arrived he was in blue boxer briefs laying face down on his mattress. I came in, kissed him all over like I always do, and slid his boxer briefs off. I ate his ass and he was moaning and squirming quite a bit. I could tell he had a load in him. I teased his hole with my cock before sliding in. He pulled off about 3 times because my cock is fairly thick for his small little hole. I hadn't cum in days and I didn't want to nut quick, especially since he was enjoying this more than normal. He asked me if I'd use his vibrating egg on him. I'd not used one of these before but it was pretty cool. It's a shiny egg-shaped vibrator that goes into your ass. He put it on the slowest speed and I played with his asshole and his balls and his "taint" with the vibrator before getting it wet and sliding it into his hole. I was making it go in and out, deep and shallow and it was driving him crazy. Finally I put it in and pushed it in further with my cock. That sent him over the edge. He was loving it and so was I. Soon I was blowing a massive load in his hole. This may have been my biggest load ever. I stayed hard for a couple minutes and then when I pulled out cum went spraying 5 feet behind the boy's ass. It was running out of his hole and was now dripping on my leg. I couldn't go soft so he sat back down on my cock. I could see the cum spilling out onto my hard cock. Eventually we would quit and clean up the mess but damn, that boy got a huge load from me. And, to make me feel great, he texted me "Thank you thank you thank you! I'm so full of cum right now!" as I drove home. Another happy bottom!

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.

So the day before yesterday I get hit up on scruff by this latin boy I played with once before. The first time, he fucked me raw (plays safe only) but didn't load my ass. He's asking when we can meet again, offers a few suggestions for a time that works for him, ya know not saying he's horny NOW. We chat a little bit and he says something about needing to wear a condom next time because he wants to cum inside me. On my end my face has a shit eating grin knowing I got him were I want him. Me: What would you like? Him: Yeah. I would like to come inside! Me: mmm nice Him: What do you think? Me: I'm open to both options Him: Actually I don't have a condom. Do you? If you do we can have it there as an option Me: I have one or two I think.... Earlier in the conversation I had told him when he got here, maybe I'd leave the door unlocked for him and wait in the bedroom naked. It was a gamble being he has a 'safe only' persona, some guys are cool fucking bare but some don't like that scene thinking your a cumdump I do have the door unlocked, and when he gets here I get the feeling he has done it before. No words are said, gets naked before coming in the bedroom and the game is on! He's rock hard when he comes to the bed, we make out, I suck him (no need to really though) and have a condom on the nightstand, but he slams his raw uncut cock into me as I knew he would. He goes at it in every position and really is a great fuck. After a half hour or so he makes grunts that make me think he's ready to cum, the last time he pulled out for that, I whisper in his ear 'you still want to cum inside me?' He can only nod his head yes, and I tell him to do it. Bastard fucked me another 10 minutes before he started screaming he was cumming and planted it deep in my ass. BB guilt kicks in and he quickly cleans up and leaves, but later he messages me thanking me for the fun. Can't wait until next time!

A TOP TURNED INTO A PIG BOTTOM FOR THE NIGHT Like a lot of people at the time, when 9/11 happened, I went to a dark place and made some questionable choices. I have no regrets. I am who I am today because of myself then. And I had a TON of fun and memories...WHEW! I was living in NYC at this time. I had good looks, a hot body, and a thick dick that I loved to open and fuck hole with. I would sometimes fantasize about being a bareback top prostitute. Eventually, at the same time as holding down 2 regular jobs, I started hustling on Rentboy.com and did well. I treated myself to leather chaps, a leather codpiece thong, a harness, and some biker boots at the Leatherman. I'm actually wearing the harness and codpiece in my profile pic if you want to see. And I had a great time with the guy fitting me in the store, too. But that's another story. I also planned on hitting the Black Party that following March in my new gear. A few days before the party, an out-of-town client from San Francisco emailed me and asked for a session the same night as the party. I decided it could be fun to get the juices flowing before the party, so I agreed. The night arrived and after a good gym session and cleaning myself up, I changed into my leather, smoked a few hits of tina out of the glass pipe(also a new thing for me at the time), put a long coat on over my party clothes and grabbed a cab to meet him in his room at the W Hotel. At the time, I was almost all top and didn't enjoy getting fucked very much. When I got there, we traded amazing kisses and spit, and then Bob started eating my ass and opening up my hole. He was set on fucking me. The conquest game. I caught on pretty fast. But I wasn't in the mood to put up a fight. The tina was hitting and I was ready to enjoy the ride. The way he ate ass and spread me open made me think he'd be a good top. Bob would rim my hole with a steady pressure, then pull away and flick his tongue on my ass as my hole got hungrier. He got me on the bed and threw a great fuck into me, using the mirrors to watch himself pump his dick in my hole still in my leather chaps. He knew how to open me up. Bob fucked me all over the hotel room and shot his cum deep when he reached the point of no return. We both had a great time and after a quick shower, he sent me to the party with a hole still full of his DNA. Bob had "conquered" me and I was happy about it. And horned to get more raw dick in me. I met friends at the party and spent a while dancing before deciding to leave them and heading to the dark hallway on the second floor that was being used as the back room. I went down the hall slowly looking for a piece of thick dick. I was on the prowl. About halfway, I had a hot man with tribal tats go down on his knees in front of me. I opened up the codpiece and let him suck my dick while other guys started feeling up my ass and trying to get their fingers around the leather strap covering my hole. I was getting into the hot, wet mouth sliding on my bone when a pnp fuckbud of mine tapped me on the shoulder and told me to follow him and two really hot guys that were with him. Steve was a young stud with a smooth body and a big bulge in his leather chaps, and Al was a tall, beautiful bald man with a sexy clipped goatee and thick, full lips. Dave led us to the end of the hall and out a door onto a wide staircase landing. We all started to kiss and suck each other's dicks. Dave was sucking on Steve's uncut dick while Al got my strap unsnapped and starting licking my hole. When he realized I was loaded with Bob's jizz, I heard and felt him hum on my hole and he went to town. Al's moans were vibrating his tongue buried deep inside me and it felt awesome. Then Al stood up, turned me around and snowballed some of the cum back to me. Dave turned to me and asked if I had ever slammed tina. I told him that I'd seen it done and I was willing to try. Dave told me they had slammed earlier, but he had an extra rig he could shoot into me and send me flying. As Dave's friend Al continued to trade spit and cum with me, Dave pulled a loaded syringe out of an inside pocket of his leather vest. He unsnapped one of the leather arm bands he was wearing and put it on my left arm, snapping it on tightly. He took the needle and pushed it into one of my veins that was popping out. He pulled back on the plunger and got my blood to register in the needle before he slammed the plunger down and filled my body with a warm rush. My mind exploded with lust and my hole felt wet and hungrier than ever before. Dave said he wanted to fuck me. Something Dave had never done before. In the past, we had always tag-teamed bottoms and sucked each other's dicks. I gave him a wink, a deep kiss and told him to bury his bone. He bent me over the railing and sank his warm, thick cock inside me. I was a happy camper. He grabbed hold of my chaps and started long-dicking me into heaven. We were having a hot orgy using the stairs and railings before Dave began to really pound my ass and he dumped his load in me. Dave set off a chain reaction and Al came in Steve's smooth hole right after, fucking his jizz deep while Steve was on his back with his legs spread wide. After we finished and were talking, Dave said he knew a few of the porn guys putting on the live sex show downstairs and he could get us into the backstage area to fuck around with them. We all started back through the door we came in from and down the dark, crowded hallway. We got about halfway down the hall when I ran into a man that stopped me in my tracks. He had this intensity about him that was a total turn-on. He looked kind of dangerous. He had great blue eyes, was topless with a great body, and was wearing jeans and a bowler hat. He looked like a handsome, but sketchy, carnival worker. After we stared at each other for a moment, He reached out, grabbed the back of my neck and brought me to him for a hot kiss. My friends had continued walking by now and I decided to stay and see where this might lead. He kissed me with his eyes locked on mine and everything started to fall away around us. The focus was very passionate. I hadn't seen his cock yet, but I knew I wanted him fucking me RIGHT THEN AND THERE. I unsnapped the the codpiece again and turned around. He opened up his jeans fast and within seconds my ass was getting fed his 8" thick, hard dick. The nearby crowd was watching us bareback and were sharing in this hot moment of pure lust. The heat was spreading to the men around us and they began to fuck around with more intensity, too. The man in the bowler was pounding my hole and I was bent over in my chaps with my hands on my knees to brace against his dick and hips slamming into my ass. Every now and then I raised up to look at this man opening my fuckhole even wider. I would get a wet kiss, then bend down again to let him fuck me deep. He started to grunt above the loud music and I could feel him start to shoot his warm cum inside my hole. My ass was glowing and open like it had never been before. The guys around us started to cheer. I raised up, smiled and kissed him again. We left the hallway and stayed upstairs above the dance floor talking for a while before exchanging numbers. I had just been bred by my new boyfriend from Baltimore named John. I ended up moving to Baltimore and tapping John's gorgeous ass every chance I got. The man was built for getting fucked. And he would throw a fuck into me again sometimes when we partied and my hole got hungry for his thick dick and baby batter. But that's another story, too.

Last summer, my boy and I took a vacation to Europe together. It was one of those packages, seeing a different city every day for a week and a half before flying home. We thought it would be exhilarating, but it turned out to be exhausting. When passing through Berlin, we decided to separate from the group and see the gay neighborhood. I had sort of hoped we’d get up to some naughty fun so I brought a small tube of lube and condoms in my shirt pocket, just in case. I bet there was a place where I could fuck him, safely, with maybe a few strangers watching. The very idea got my cock stirring. We fuck bare in private, but I didn’t want any strangers to think my boy was a slut who took all loads… We wound up in a two-level club with a sign proclaiming CRUISING BASEMENT. The street level bar looked like a normal bar, except with flat screen televisions playing bareback porn. There was a set of stairs at the back of the bar down to what must have been the cruising area. We were both kind of nervous being there, with nothing like that in our hometown, or even in most big cities in America for that matter. We quickly downed two large beers each in quick succession. We joked about exploring downstairs and seeing what trouble we could get into. Maybe some beers would help ease our angst and loosen us up a bit. My boy asked the bartender where the restroom was, and he gestured with a wink to the dark staircase. I knew he had to take a piss and he got up to head downstairs as I ordered another beer. A few minutes went by. Then a few minutes more passed. I was halfway through my beer and needed to take a piss myself. I gulped down the rest of my drink, paid our tab, grabbed my boy’s untouched beer and headed to find him. I found the bathroom, surprisingly clean and well-lit. No sign of my boy. I took a piss into a stainless steel trough urinal, holding my boy’s beer with one hand and my streaming cock in the other. I felt someone come up behind me, and press his crotch into my ass. I melted into him as he reached around and shook the last droplets from my dick. He pulled way, knelt down and took me into his mouth, moaning as he deep-throated me, occasionally holding up a bottle of poppers to huff. I like good head as much as anyone, but I was worried about my boy. I pulled the guy off my now-wet dick and backed out of the bathroom. The guy stayed on his knees grinning at me as I headed into the darkness to rescue my boy if he needed rescuing or to join in some raunchy, hopefully safe fun. In the darkness, I followed the sound of whispers and groans down a short hallway where I found my boy in an open doorway, leaning out and moaning, with his eyes closed. I reached out to feel his chest. His shirt was pulled up behind his neck. He clenched his eyes and I ran my hand down to his crotch. It was so dark that I could barely see that his pants were at his ankles, and someone was eating his ass. I grabbed my boy’s hard cock and he swatted my hand away. I cleared my throat and he opened his eyes. He reached out to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, supporting his weight as the stranger worked his ass. My boy whispered, or rather hissed into my ear "Is it okay if he fucks me?" I murmured approval, extracted the condom from my pocket, and handed it to the top who stood up and started slapping his sizeable dick against my boy’s wet ass crack. Of course I expected him to pull on the condom, but instead he scoffed and threw it to the dirty ground, pushed my boy’s back down so it was parallel to the floor, and his ass arched up. My boy grabbed onto my waist with both arms as the stranger lurched forward. My boy yelped and I knew the top had entered him raw. Just then the guy who had briefly blown me in the bathroom stepped out of the darkness and held his bottle of poppers under my boy’s nostrils. My boy huffed deep and held his breath. Had I been thinking clearly, I might have tried to stop it, but I was honestly too turned on. The top pounding my boy’s raw ass went at it for about thirty seconds, only to mutter "Too tight. Gonna make me breed him too soon." Then giving a disapproving grimace he pulled out and disappeared into the shadows. My boy was dizzy from the experience. I grasped both of his hands and led him towards a deep bench against a wall. I sat down and he collapsed, face first into my lap, thinking he would take a quick nap, but I was wrong. He shimmied my pants down and swallowed my hard dripping cock to the root. I was still wet with the poppers guy’s spit. I knew there were other guys around. I could hear them whispering, and kissing, and sucking, and fucking. Knowing that at least some of them were watching really got me hot. The guy with the poppers had followed us and knelt down behind my boy, diving into his freshly-fucked ass with his tongue. My boy moaned on my dick. The guy lapped away for a few moments and then crouched down behind him. From my place on the bench, I watched as his aimed his raw cock into my boy’s willing ass. My boy squealed as he took another raw anal assault. The poppers guy took a huff and then leaned over my boy, making him do the same, and then offering them to me. I took the bottle and inhaled very deeply as the poppers guy's pace picked up only to halt. I knew he was firing his cum into my boy’s bare hole. He slapped my boy’s sweaty, and now cummy ass and pulled out. I thought he’d go away, but he leaned towards my boy and whispered with his thick German accent, theatrically so everyone around could hear "Good thing that other guy didn’t blow his load inside you. He’s POZZED up more than a few tourists here." He chuckled as my boy fisted his cock, his moans announcing he himself was close to cumming. The poppers guy laid down on his back, under my boy, on that filthy sticky floor, gobbling down my boy’s cock just in time to swallow his load. Just then, the first guy, the hulking POZ one, crept out of the darkness again. His huge cock was still wet and shiny, either from my boy’s hole or from some other bottom in the basement darkness. He slapped it against my boy’s cummy crack a few times, leered at me, and slammed all the way in. My boy tried to swallow my dick, but the top was so aggressive that he mostly just moaned with an open mouth around the head. He fucked my boy hard and quick for no more than two minutes. He cursed in Dutch, or German maybe, a few times before quickening his pace and then pounding six times with decreasing speed, filling my boy with toxic seed. It got me super close to going over the edge. My boy felt my nuts tightening up and pulled off my cock. The POZ top disappeared and the poppers guy just laughed as I pulled away and got behind my boy, marveling at the cum streaking down his thighs and the low light glistening on his sweaty back. I slid easily into is loose sloppy hole and came after five seconds. My boy threw his head back and lost another load into the poppers guy’s eager mouth. My boy stood up on his trembling legs and threw his arms around me, kissing me deeply. He growled into my ear "We gotta get out of here, and fast, or I’m going to wind up taking every load in this basement." "And what would be so bad about that?" I asked. He kissed me hard, grinned and waved at me, and backed away into the darkness….

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

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

Same here...Unless the cock is so short that can't go into my hole. Many small cocks get rock-hard and I find it hot being pounded by a cock like steel. If it's a thin cock I just squeeze my hole.

I have a coupon for a free room tonight at Spa Excess, I want to get in the sling on the third floor and take cock and loads.

Who is this bloke? This is probably my ideal bottom! I LOVE to fuck blokes with really small cocks, especially if they are young and can't get hard. Of course these blokes never try to fuck me (which will never happen) but really I feed off the humiliation, vulnerability, control and dominance. He will submit to my big cock and I will bareback his ass for hours and breed him several times. If he is very nice I may even suck it for a bit, trying to get him hard, but hopefully that would be useless. No, he just needs to be fucked and if his cock is nice and tiny, it will stay out of the way while I fuck him and just watching him desperately try to get his little cock hard will amuse me and make me laugh. After fucking him for hours and giving him a few cum loads up his ass, he won't be hard, he won't get to cum and that is so satisfying and sexy and beautiful. Give me the small cock blokes every time!

I'd love to walk into a bathhouse and find you in a sling with a line of guys waiting to fuck you. How many of those London guys got to cum inside of you? Did you get to leave the bathhouse with an ass-full of cum every night?

Fuck, man, this sounds hot! Where is this gay resort in Ontario? I'd love to pay a visit myself.

Well mine literally transformed from a pucker shaped hole to a slit shaped cunt! It's been described as "cunty looking" and called a cunt by a lot of guys, so I just call mine a cunt too! Oink!

Maybe it's because I was the youngest of five kids and "a surprise", but my parents always seemed old and tired to me. I wasn't really disciplined or even spanked that I remember. i was allowed to watch whatever I wanted on TV. I'll never forget being 9 or 10 years old and watching "Carrie" on cable with my parents sitting on either side of me on the couch. (I still don't think I've fully recovered from that final scene). We also watched a lot of boring 'grown-up' shows together. I never complained about the choice of program because I knew if I did, they'd tell me to go outside or do homework. Once. we were watching some courtroom drama when the the lawyer was telling the jury that the defendant had killed her lover because she had been spurned....only I thought he said it was because she had been spermed. How weird. I was old enough to know what sperm was, but I couldn't imagine how you spermed another person. It was years later that I learned what the word actually was and what it meant to be spurned. 2002 I was living and working in a fairly big city. I finally came out at the age of 24 and was living the gay life except for the fact that I'd never had gay sex. I could imagine having a boyfriend and dating, but that's as far as my fantasies went. I had gay friends who tried to get me laid. Terry was one of them. "Go on the computer and put a personal ad somewhere, anywhere. Start chatting and watching porn to get yourself worked up a little. I could send you some links". I liked Terry a lot. He lived in my apartment building and met the day I moved in. I guess there was attraction there at first, but we ended up friends. He was pretty much a slut and recounted his adventures with men almost daily. I'm pretty sure he had HIV, but never asked. If he wanted me to know, he'd tell me. One Saturday night he coaxed me out to a bar called "Boots". I begged him to stay close because the place was pretty dark and sleazy. We'd already seen one guy blow another guy in the parking lot -- and the sun was barely down! The inside of the place was small, smoky and crowded. Terry got us some beers and searched for someplace we could sit. There was none. "It's probably not smart, but let's go down to the basement. It's less busy, but the guys there tend to be a little predatory. TRY to look less innocent! Frown or something". He mussed up mu hair a little and we descended the wooden stairs to the basement. There were two bars down there. One was pretty decently lit and didn't seem so bad, but there was nowhere to sit. We had to go to the darker bar which was further back. "The bathroom is here, but don't go by yourself. Let me know and I'll take you in". We sat at the bar. I wasn't a smoker back then, but felt like I'd already had half a pack from all the nicotine exhaust in the air. We sat at the bar on two ancient stools and the obese bartender chatted with us a little. He offered us free shots. "Blue, this is Cal. He's new. Help me watch out for him tonight". "He looks new. Too new. And you brought him down here??" "He's fine. So don't make him nervous, Blue". After the bartender left, I begged Terry to not worry so much about me. "And is he called 'Blue' by the way?" "Who knows? I think maybe he had blue hair years ago". We sat and drank when suddenly I felt like smoking a cigarette. "Can you go get us some smokes?" "I already have some. I figured you'd want one after being here for long enough. I always do". We drank and smoked and Terry talked to a few guys he knew. Suddenly, a short, shirtless Hispanic guy sat next to me. He looked very fit but also unwell. He was maybe my age or a tad older. "Can I bum a smoke?" I took one from the pack on the counter and handed it to him. Terry hadn't noticed because he was busy making some serious eye contact with some leather dude in the corner. "I'm Tito. What's your name?" Heavy accent. "I'm Cal. You have a nice body, Tito". "Thanks. I work for Goodwill and have to lift a lot of heavy boxes. I also drive a truck". He paid for the next round. Terry had disappeared with his leather dude. We kept drinking and talking and smoking. I almost suspected he had dentures, but there was no way a guy that young would have false teeth. "What's your philosophy on life, Cal?" Huh? "I guess just to survive". "I believe in the '3 C's....Compassion, Charity and Christ". Oh no. "But surviving is key too, friend. I'm glad I met you. Is this your first time here?" "Yep". More drinks. His chest was so solid-looking. I reached out and touched it. And then we were kissing. A long time. I decided I needed a break. "I gotta go use the restroom, Tito. Be back in a second". It was empty. I almost expected too see another blowjob session...or worse. I had to go bad and it took me a long time to empty my bladder. I guess I was distracted by being with Tito, that I hadn't even notice anything else. The door squeaked open and in he came. He stood at the urinal next to me and let loose a loud, splashy stream of piss. Even though I was done, I stayed still and looked over. His dick was hard even though he was peeing. It was a nice penis. Not terribly long or thick, but the head was almost the size of a billiard ball. He was done, but left it hanging out for me to continue admiring. I felt my face burn as my dick got hard too. Right then, Blue waddled in. Terry had asked him to watch out for me and I guess that's what he was doing. Tito and I zipped up innocently and flushed at the same time. Back at the bar, we continued talking. He kept touching his crotch and asking me to feel it too. "It's late. Nobody will care. Here...." He pulled out his light bulb of a cock. I was in over my head already, so I thought "What the hell?" I felt it only for a few seconds because I was too afraid of somebody seeing. "It's late, Cal. Even the owner of this place doesn't mind a little 'slap and tickle' at this hour". I'd never heard that phrase before. "Slap and tickle?" "Not literally, kid. You don't want me to actually slap you...or do you?" "Probably not. No tickling at all, though. I would hate that way more than being hit". "You sound a little drunk. Why don't we go to your place?" That's when Terry came back. I guess he and Mr. Leather had finished their business already. I looked at him and his eyes flashed a tiny warning. He was also shaking his head back and forth every so subtly. Blue was back too. "Last call, gentlemen". Terry helped me up from the stool and started leading me back upstairs. "Hold on. Cal and I have plans already," Tito said. "You don't have plans with my boyfriend!" Tito looked crushed. He then shot me hateful stare. "You never told me you already had a boyfriend. There's a special circle in Hell for guys like you". What happened? I went from feeling a man's great penis and wanting him to fuck me....to pissing him off and leaving. He issued a few more verbal abuses as we walked away: "You're too stupid anyway. You're ten pounds overweight and have a round face like an infant. Get the fuck out of here already". I knew he felt spurned and I hated that. Once we were in the parking lot, Terry turned to face me. "I should have never left you alone and I'll never bring you here again". "Tito is a nice guy. Why did you call me your boyfriend? His feelings are really hurt". "That guy has been around forever. He's got AIDS and false teeth for Christ's sake!" "Oh". "Please tell me you didn't do anything with him. You didn't suck his dick did you??" "No. I just touched it a little. And we kissed a lot. I don't think he has false teeth, though. I would have felt that". "Of course he does. I've seen him at this very bar without them. His mouth caves in like an old man's. This was such a bad idea". On the drive back to our apartment building, I asked him about the man he'd been with. "It was fun. We just fucked in his Jeep and did a little blow. His cock was...my God! At least I got his number". I went to bed that night and felt the room spin a little. I took Rolaids and thought about Tito. Tito. I woke up the next morning, wishing I could call him and apologize. I wanted to explain, to stop feeling so guilty. What I did was go back to "Boots" on my own. Several times. I didn't see Tito, but I saw Terry's leather friend. He saw me make eye contact and moved quickly to approach me. "Hey -- I know you, right?" "No. You saw me about a week ago with Terry and you guys hooked up....in your Jeep". "Oh. Him. Everybody in town has hooked up with that guy. I remember now. You were hanging out with Tito. He lives one floor above me, but I don't really know him or anything. Seems like a nice guy, though". "He is. He hates me now and I can't really blame him". "I don't hate you. I like you. Do you like ME?" Well, it was a little hard to get past all the crazy leather...especially the cap. But he wasn't bad. We ended up having some drinks and talking about nothing. Blue was there again. He rolled his eyes when he saw me. I guess I had a bad reputation already. Great. I just kept drinking as my new leather friend started pawing me. "I'm Steve, by the way. You ever been with a real man?" "I haven't been with any man". "Not even Terry, your boyfriend?" "He's not my boyfriend. He told Tito that because he wanted to get me out of here". "Oh. Well then we can have sex then, right?" I just smiled and ordered another drink. I already knew he had an amazing dick and wanted to see it, but I needed to be more drunk. Steve lined us up with several shots and we worked our way through them as closing time approached. "You know how Terry described your dick? He just said 'oh my god'". "Look for yourself". He'd already slipped t out of his leather pants. It was like something out of science fiction. Fat, long and hard as granite. I started to bend over to kiss it, but he stopped me. "Not now, Cal". I didn't remember telling him my name. "Let's get out of here". I followed him. He was huge and everybody looked st us as we walked out. We sat in his infamous Jeep for a few seconds. "I'm going to have to sober you up a little. Here. He handed me a tiny plastic bag of white powder. Cocaine. I'd never even smoked weed before, but here I was putting a tiny straw up my nose and sniffing a real drug. It burned....in a good way. Now I knew why so many people liked it. Steve was right about its sobering effects. I was immediately alert and very awake. "My heart is pounding. I don't think I'm OK". "You just overdid it a little. My fault. Here -- take this". He handed me a tiny pill and I swallowed it without thinking. I was very awake, but definitely not very smart. We drove a short distance to a residential street in a rundown neighborhood. He helped me walk up to a big house with three stories. "Is this your house?" "No. It's divided into apartments and I live on the second floor. Tito is on the third, but no lights are on. He's out". I lived in place like this while going to college. But there was a row of mailboxes on the front porch and I saw only one here. He unlocked the door and we climbed a flight of stairs up to his place. There was no number on the door and he didn't use a key to open it. I thought it was weird, but my brain was a bit foggy and couldn't form any questions. His place was a mess. Clothes, full ashtrays and dirty plates and magazines were lying around everywhere. "Sorry. I wasn't expecting company tonight. We went into a small room with just a big TV and and beat-up couch. Steve sprawled on the couch and told me to take his boots off. He lit a cigarette and watched me kneel down and pull off his giant leather boots. I fully expected to find leather socks on his feet, but they were just plain white and regular. And slightly smelly. I removed them as well. He ordered me to remove his pants too, That was a little more difficult and I was having trouble. I was just too out of it. "Never mind. Stay right where you are and I'll finish. I sat like a dumb squirrel while this giant man got naked inches from me. He was then totally nude except for the leather cap which he left on. My guess is that he was bald, but I didn't dare ask. "Suck my fuckin' cock, Cal". I tried. It was just so big and I had no experience. I worked as much of it in my mouth as I could. I tried to pretend I was Terry and be more slutty. I got an inch or two more in and started gagging. I thought I was going to vomit. I was determined, though. As I sucked him, he started telling me something about the rules I need to follow to become a "slave". Slave? Was he kidding? I gagged again, and that was when he told me to stop. He started beating his enormous dick and built himself up to an orgasm. He wouldn't put it in my mouth. He just sprayed my face with his hot, heavy load. "Good boy. Now stay here and don't clean off your face. I need to make a quick call". I tried to collect myself a little. He didn't say I has to keep kneeling so I got up and sat on the couch. I'd so many things tonight. I tried to catalog all of them in my head. but nothing would stick. Dammit. I should have not taken that pill. Maybe if he let me do more cocaine? I sat there nakedly and heard him on the phone out in the hall. Maybe he was on speaker phone because I could have sworn I heard two voices. Maybe. I wish he'd come back. Then he did. Still nude. He wasn't completely hard. "Get up and follow me. You didn't wipe your face did you?" No Sir". "Good boy. Let's go. We went to the next room which is where I guess he slept. It was pretty bad. There was just a bare mattress on the floor and stacks of dirty laundry. "Now lay down. On your back. You're going to get fucked proper now. How's that sound?" "Sounds good, Sir". I lied flat on the grimy mattress and closed my eyes. "SURPRISE!" In walked Tito, naked and hard. I sat up a little and wanted to ask what was going on. "LAY BACK, BOY! Don't make this any worse". My heart was pounding again. "This house is mine and Tito is my roommate. He had me go get you and bring you to him. Don't worry. He knows that night wasn't what he thought. You're sorry. He's sorry. But you're still getting fucked". Tito padded barefoot up to the mattress and then straddled me. "Look at you, Cal. You've got a face covered with HIV. How's it feel?" He didn't have his teeth in. His face was different but still handsome. "Do you have AIDS, Tito?" "Oh yeah. So does Steve. We're still not sure who got it first, nut we do know who's getting it next. You". They gave me cocaine and strong-smelling stuff from a little bottle. I took it all in greedily until I was in another solar system. Tito lowered himself down and Steve spread my legs. My ex-enemy still seemed a little mad as he pushed the huge head into my ass. I think there was an audible tearing sound when he got it in. I yelled and begged and cried, but who would help me now? He kissed me with his toothless mouth and I could feel huge gobs of his saliva going down my throat. He got up a little and stared down into my face. "Still want to be slapped, Cal?" "I...." Then he smacked me hard in the face with his open palm. "I like abusing little boys and so does Steve, but his hands are bigger. So get ready". He went back to sloppily kissing me and started tightening his jabs. He was going to cum AIDS into me and I could do nothing. He came, that huge pink head expanding and pushing sperm into my body. And it was done. I'd been fucked. A few weeks ago, I would have never imagined this. He smiled at me and slapped me one more time. He peeled himself away and then it was Steve's turn. He was such a giant, but the fucking didn't hurt as much on this go around. I took his load and then we all relaxed a little. "This mattress is soaked with blood, Steve. We gotta throw it out". "I got a new one, still in the plastic, stowed in the attic. This will be Cal's quarters from now on". We did more coke and more poppers and even a few nightcaps before another round of fucking. I dozed a little at some point. So I ended up living there and paying rent. Tito and Steve moved all my stuff to the second floor. I was forbidden to ever talk to Terry again and that made me sad. There was still an active chat about making me into an official slave, but that would require a lot of time and me proving myself. None of that could really start until I got over the horrible flu I'd developed out of the blue. Steve and Tito took turns sleeping with me at night. I was constantly being fucked by one or both of them. I lived 24 hours a day being constantly spermed.

Do love a good piss fuck. I remember twice when I did not tell my bottom first that i was going to fill him up with more than my load of cum. Man, the look on their faces when they realise they now have an ass full of hot piss as well as cum. One guy could not hold it at all (it was a heavy load of piss) and it was just leaking back out all over my balls and legs as I continued to fuck him. He wanted me to stop, but he really ought to have thought that through when he asked me to tie him up in the sling and use his ass.

I'm the same myself - I can take harder fucking, depending on the cock, but only once I've been loosened up for a bit first.

OK so I have just come home from a weekly nude social night at a bar. You arrive, check in your clothes and the rest of the night is spent nude (unless you sport a cock ring). I spotted five huge cocks which i am certain were pumped prior to arrival. The first two hours of the night are spent drinking before everyone disappears behind the the black curtain into the dark room. I fucked two guys before finding a hungry hole begging for cock. I recognised him from a sex party two nights ago by the tattoo of the phantom on his shoulder. (for those of you too young to know...ask someone or just fuck off). he was leaving the sex party when I first spotted him but this time he wasn't getting away. I was having a lovely time fucking his hole while two guys were chewing on my nips. I was ready to unload in his hoe when he mentioned that he really loved facials. I really wanted to seed his ass, but i relented and spewed my load all over his face . man he was one happy puppy. But that was not the highlight of the night. I FUCKED AN ALPHA MALE.. Six months ago I ended a decades long streak of being an exclusive bottom and tonight I topped an alpha male!!! I was watching this guy in the backroom and he never had less than four guys servicing him. One in hi spits, one on his nips, one on his cock, one on his balls. I was about to go home after spreading my seed all over 'phantom tattoo's face' when i walked into the bathroom to find two guys sitting in the urinal waiting for loads of piss. I obliged when alpha male walks in. I explain I had just come in for a piss. He unloads a stream of piss over both pigs as well. Then while one pig is sucking on his cock and one on his balls, i am kissing him and my hands strays around to his ass (new habits die hard). i find hi receptive to my fingers. I'm thinking "OK this is an alpha male who is Ok with my four fingers up his hole" I'm already in the twilight zone (ask your parents you young fuckers), so I go round back and manage to slide my cock into his hole. Given I don't know how long this will last, I don't waste any time pumping a load into him. So here i am: Donald Trump is president and I fucked an alpha male: clearly the world no longer makes any sense!! Man it was hot.

True.... true.... wait a second.... if everyone uses his 10 per day limit and only a few 'likes' reach me.... *snarls dangerously* Hehe.... nah ponyboy238. I know you like my work. Just teasing you. But you got a valid point here. Sometimes we use the 'likes' for one sentence or so. For example: "Was last night in the bathhouse and got 14 loads" *bling* like like like like or... since we are visual beings: a nice picture of a bottom getting fucked by a big black cock. *bling* like like like like Then again, this is not a reading circle I guess... still - it is not just about me, it's about other writers or stories also. But who am I to judge. I still think, it is not too much to ask for some attention and appreciation.

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

We should get together ozpig! I love fucking hole in front of a crowd; also love fucking in a darkroom with lots of other guys around, touching. feeling, licking my cock as it goes in and out of a hole. I am sure you get lots of cock at Headquarters. What's your highest load?

https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/BAREBACK-Gang-Bang-in-NYC-PART-1-25604141 BAREBACK Gang-Bang in NYC • PART 1 Weeks ago I was flown to the Big Apple as a guest to be the Sperm Bank at the famous and colossal 2015 Black Party in New York City. 200 LOADS was my weekend goal and it all started Thursday night with an official invitation to Paddles for a live gang bang show. The second night I was whored out at a hotel in Times Square to keep prepping my hole for the big night at the Black Party. Ads were posted all over the internet on CL, Sex Blogs, A4A, and BBRT... "CUMDUMP JOCK TAKING ALL DICKS, ALL LOADS, ALL NIGHT" This was a total ANONYMOUS-NO LOAD REFUSED-NO PULLOUT WHORE OUT PARTY. Not even snow and freezing temperatures Friday night held these tops from coming over to breed me and taking turns on me. This is the first part of a series of three clips taken during this gang bang where 47 anonymous tops from the hottest A&F looking guy, the hung black bros, and sexy twinks to the big thick bear and the hung dicked daddies, one by one spermed my guts and got a taste of my muscle and wet sloppy hole. Don't forget to COMMENT, NOMINATE, RATE and FAVORITE my videos if you like them. (NOTE: Anyone attending my gang bangs and whore outs knows VIDEO and privacy are a huge part of them. In the emails sent out to the tops prior to the event I had a CLEAR and BOLD paragraph regarding VIDEO RECORDING and the option to not be on camera. I have copies of the emails and messages sent to anyone who requested information about this sex party. Every person shown here has accepted my recording terms n conditions by not asking to be on camera

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

Chapter IV. After being loaded with the bellhop’s cum, both my boy and I were still out of breath as the bus pulled away from the hotel in Berlin. In that city, we’d both gone from being in a semi-monogamous relationship to taking cum from likely-POZ strangers. We slumped down in the seats and my boy slid his left hand down his pants and past his crotch to his freshly fucked hole. I could actually hear cum squelching in his ass. He smiled and slid his right hand down the back of my pants. Once both hands were good and cummy he smiled. The tour guide walked past us and stopped. He leaned over me and sucked the cum off of both my boy’s hands. ‘Get some rest, guys. I’m going to show you a good time in Prague tonight. He tousled my hair and walked away. I dozed off and woke up a bit later to find my boy gone. I poked my head over the seats and couldn’t see him anywhere. I also couldn’t put eyes on our hunky tour guide. I snickered and tiptoed past the other sleeping tourists and put my ear to the bus bathroom. I heard short breathing and the occasional wince. I rapped lightly at the door and the breathing stopped. The door cracked open and my sweaty boy peeked out. ‘Wait your turn!’ he hissed and closed the door. I knew he was at that moment probably full of raw dick. I went back to the seat and giggled, amazed at how hungry my once-almost-prudish boyfriend was now for raw cock. A few minutes later he hobbled back to the seat, and leered at me. ‘He’s ready for you,’ he said, winking. I stood up and kissed him. ‘He breed you?’ I whispered as I licked his earlobe. He nodded and whispered back, ‘He did. And he’s got a load for you too…’ He smacked my cheek and I headed back to the bathroom, glad that the rest of the passengers were all dozing. I opened the door, and there was the tour guide, naked from the waist down, with his huge uncut hard-on glistening with his seed and my boy’s fresh ass juices. His dick stood straight up, in front of his navel tattoo. I started drooling. The bathroom was very small. I nearly bent in half to try to lick the pearls of cum off of his dick. The tour guide stood me up, pulled my pants off and spun me around. He spit into his palm to grease my hole a bit and then pulled me down onto his cock. It was a good thing that I had fresh bellboy seed dripping out of me to ease his pounding or it would have seriously hurt. I didn’t realize I was moaning until he wrapped his sweaty paw over my mouth. He kept his hand there as he pistoned into me. He growled, ‘You’re in for it now. Took longer to work this load up since your boy got my first load of the day!’ He slammed into me and held me down so I couldn’t have pulled off of his raw cock even if I had wanted to. I made my way back to the seat to find my boy smiling in his sleep. We both slept a bit and woke up about three hours later on the outskirts of Prague. The sightseeing that day was lovely, but that’s not I’m here to tell, and not what you’re here to read about. After a breathless day of seeing too many touristy places, we checked in to our hotel. Dinner that night was to be in the hotel restaurant. We were hoping that there would be some naughty fun later so we showered and cleaned out pretty well just in case. I got so turned on watching him clean out that once he was spic and span, I dove into his ass. I swear I could still taste the tour guide’s load seeping out of his ass even after all of the cycles of cleaning… I had to fuck him. I lost my load quickly. I fired my cum into him, the third load up his ass of the day, and he pulled off quickly, stabbed his cock into me, and filled me up with what felt like a big sticky load, my third load too. As we were changing for dinner, and hopefully naughty fun afterwards, there was a knock at the door. A very handsome man was standing there with an envelope in his hand. He handed it to us, winked, turned, and walked off. After the morning tryst with the Berlin bellhop, we were surprised that he didn’t stay to fool around. I opened the envelope, and saw that it was an invitation to a private club with both of our names on it. It read, ‘Show me for free admission to the VIP area,’ followed by a street address. I got excited about what sort of club it might be, knowing that the tour guide must have arranged the invite for us. We headed down to dinner, ate a hearty meal, with the tour guide always finding a way to wink at us, or stroke our shoulders as he brushed by from table to table. I was rock hard the whole time. My boy reached over and under the table unzipped my pants, whipping out my cock. Of course, the timing worked out so that the busboy was clearing plates and got an eyeful. He froze for a split second, then licked his lips. As he walked away, my boy got up and followed him to the kitchen. I knew someone was going to get fucked. The tour guide appeared, as if on cue, saying, ‘Your boy must be entertaining Josef…’ I grinned. ‘You think your boy will take his load?’ I nodded. ‘Good,’ he replied, leaning forward to stroke my drooling cock. ‘He’ll need lots of lube for what I have planned for you both tonight. So will you.’ I nodded again, my throat dry. ‘You may want to see if you can find them… I bet he’s good for two loads. Most Czech boys are…’ I took his advice, zipped up, and headed down a back hallway to the kitchen area. I heard deep grunting through a closed door, took a deep breath, and opened the door. There was my boy, on his back on a stack of boxes, with Josef hammering his hole and another guy forcefully fucking his throat. Josef grunted with each thrust, while my boy had his head craned back, swallowing the huge dick swinging around in his mouth. The dick belonged to a surly heavyset hairy guy with white pants bunched up at his ankles. I could see my boy’s throat bulge every time the dick in his mouth slid deep. The guy motioned for me to come over to him. He pulled out of my boy’s mouth and my boy looked up at me, almost annoyed that he only had one raw cock in him. The heavy guy yanked my pants down and bent me over my boy, who greedily swallowed my cock. The guy’s cock was thick, and I was again glad to be slick with cum to ease a fresh dick entering me. I licked and stroked my boy’s cock as Josef kept fucking him. I felt like I was being split in two with the dick inside me thrusting deeper and deeper. I also felt the guy’s sweaty hairy belly slipped around on my ass and lower back. I’d never been fucked by a guy with a big belly before, and I loved the sensation. He smacked my ass and cursed at me, maybe in Turkish? Josef picked up his pace, and the hairy Turk matched him. The both moaned as they started cumming at the same time, filling my boy and me up with fresh cum. The Turk pulled out immediately, slapped his dick on my crack, pulled up his pants, grabbed his shirt and disappeared quickly. Josef took a little more time, easing back and forth in my boy’s hole. I watched as sweat glistened and trickled down his slim chest. He leaned forward and fingered my hole a bit. He said in a sexy strong accent, ‘I will see you boys later tonight… well, maybe not see you, but feel you…’ He winked and got dressed, leaving me and my boy to pull ourselves together. We dressed and entered the dining room just in time for dessert. Josef brought us coffee whispering, ‘you better stay awake… It’s going to be a long night for you both!’ To be continued…

"Get up here boy and sit in Daddy's lap. It's time for all 3 of us to get real piggy." The cocksucker, hearing daddy's command took one last loud slurp on the meaty tool he had been feeding on then rose up and eagerly straddled daddy's thighs wiggling his hairy ass against the spit soaked cock rubbing up against him. "You two pigs looked damn hot when you were making out earlier. Got your leather daddy horned up nice and hard. Now I want to see you two fuckers shotgun some tina then really make out." The pig boi and I looked at each other eagerly, and I could see the barely restrained hunger in his dark soulless dilated eyes. He was a damn good kisser and I was going to enjoy this just for that part of it alone. But even more, I would enjoy it knowing that the shotguns would get him even more spun and closer to crossing that line he wasn't even aware Daddy had already drawn for him. Daddy placed the well-loaded pipe stem up to the full wet lips of this young horny sub pig and lit the flame under the bowl. "Take a HUGE hit pig. I want this shotgun to last so you two fucking bois can swap spit a long time and make Daddy's dick hard and needing to cum." The boi moaned hungrily and began to inhale deep and steady. I was impressed! His hit was even longer than most of Daddy's. As I watched him inhale, I saw the change reflected in his darkening eyes, the powerful potent Tina taking control of him....just as Daddy had planned. The next step would begin soon...as a matter of fact right after we shotgunned. My eyes flickered briefly to the TV screen playing - of course - gay bareback porn. The scene showing now was 2 hot daddies with a young jock in a sling, one feeding him the pipe while the other was blowing clouds up his hole. We didn't have a sling, but.... The sub boi finally ended his hit and with a whispered seductive command from our Daddy he leaned forward to meet my parted lips, and exhaled the biggest damn shotgun I had ever had! Holy Shit!! I started feeling my whole body tingle within seconds! If I wasn't careful I'd be as out of it as our star attraction. I sucked the smoke in slowly tasting his lips and tongue, then returned it to him as we moaned into each other. My fingers moved to his nips and began pulling on them, intensifying the shotgun and tongue action as we traded the smoke back and forth 6 or 7 times. The smoke was gone but with daddy egging us on we leaned into each other and started making out noisily. What a fucking tongue and mouth this boi had on him! I couldn't wait to have him using it on my poz cock! As we continued making out, now rubbing each others skin, I felt Daddy's hand slide down my naked sweaty back then felt the familiar pleasure of his thick finger sliding into my wet hole. I grunted with lust and need, and at the same time realized he must have done the same thing to the pig as he grunted loud and hard and pulled back from my lips. "That hurts, Sir", he said, looking at Daddy. "That's what Daddy wants, right now pig. And you want to please your Daddy, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy, but...." "No buts, pig! It's only hurting because your hole is so tight and dry. My other boy is obviously enjoying it, but his hole is nice and wet and recently stretched." Daddy looked at me and I took the cue. "Daddy, maybe I can help get the pig's hole wet so he'll enjoy it when you slide your finger in him again. I've been wanting to taste that hairy hole of his ever since he got naked! May I, Sir, please?" Daddy had told me to be sure to play up the submissive attitude at the beginning. Daddy looked at the sub pig who was already nodding his head, silently asking daddy to approve. "You liked his tongue in your mouth, didn't you boi? I bet you'd fucking love to feel him using it on your ass wouldn't you?" "Oh yes, daddy, I would! Please! I want him to eat my ass and make me wet...so I can please you!" Daddy leaned back in his chair, pushed us both off his lap and spread his legs, his thick, 8.5 inch cut beautiful toxic cock throbbing in the air. "On your knees, pig! You and me will smoke the pipe and you'll suck Daddy's cock, while your pig brother gets behind you and fucks your hole with his tongue. Would you like that?" Daddy hadn't even finished the question before the pig was on his knees, licking at the oozings coming out of the piss slit of the cock in front of him and arching his back and pushing his ass out for me. "Yes, Daddy! I would...I would like it very much!" Daddy put the pipe to the boi's lips again and commanded him to suck the glass cock, then suck his Daddy's cock. He looked over the boi's back at me with an almost demonic leer of dark pleasure on his face and nodding his head toward the full baggie of T shards on the table next to me said to me, "And, you. boy! Do what you're back there to do! And make sure your pig brother feels it!" I smiled as I lowered my face to this young unsuspecting chemmed up jock's ass, knowing my tongue wasn't going to be the only thing sliding up his hole in the next few minutes. To Be Continued.....

Years ago, back when I was in my early 20's I discovered a Park/Rest Area that was located right on Lake Michigan between East Chicago and Gary Indiana. I n the Men's Rest Room there was a Trough style Urinal and 2 fully enclosed toilets. I noticed that there were two glory holes leading into the first toilet stall from the urinal side, then I found out there were two more glory holes between the two toilets. The first toilet door was lockable once inside, but the other toilet stall wasn;t lockable and on the door leading into the first toilet stall there was a statement that said: This is the Cocksucker & Bottom Stall. So, I went out to my car, grabed my new fresh bottle of poppers and acouple of soda's and went in and locked myself into that stall. I was there like 10 minutes when I noticed a black guy standing at the urinal. I watched as he stroked his dick and didn't piss. I couldn't see his face, but he must have been looking towards the glory holes, cause when I rubbed my finger along the bottom of one of those glory holes, in popped his Dick, which I immediately began to Suckle. As I Sucked this guys Dick, I heard other guys coming in. They were all asking the guy I was Blowing if there was a Good Cocksucker in there, and I could hear him telling them, Yeah, he's Pretty Good and I think he's a White Boi too. Soon, those two glory holes behind me and the other one next to me were filled with big hard black dicks. By the time I was through, I had Sucked Off 67 Dicks 3 of witch were Latino Dicks and 2 were White Dicks, with the rest being Black Dicks and I Swallowed every Load. That was the First Time I went there, the Second Time, I Sucked Off 43 Dicks, but the Third Time I went there, I spent 15 hours in the Cocksuckers Stall and ended up Sucking Off 109 Dicks. I kept going back there, it was like a guarantee that I'd get to Suck Off at least 25 to 30 Dicks per visit, until one day I pulled up and there were bulldozers and such. There are Condominiums there now!

buggery is practically a rite of passage among some of the English; they'll never outlaw it

Black Top on White Bottom. Especially if im the white bottom. Love me Black cock!!!!

Even better if that big black cock is shooting toxic poz seed! nothing better than the contrast of a black cock breeding my smooth white hole!

The Stealth Bomber, Episode 5 – CVS Health?:– CVS, the local drug/convenience/trying to be a mini-Walmart was open 24/7 and could always be relied on as the go-to place to grab a pack of smokes on the way home, some travel size lotion to use as lube, or my cotton squares that I used to pat down the torn and bloody asses I fucked and infected. Smokes are gone now, but for the rest, still has what I need and then some. I’m the Stealth Bomber – my mission is to infect as many dumb ass cunts as I can. Not because I just want to, I NEED TO. I need to breed, I need to seed, and I need to infect. Nothing else does it for me and with my 9-inch dick and being the evil fucker that I am, I make that shit happen. It keeps me level and is my drug of choice, converting unsuspecting negative boy ass into POZ and AIDS filled cunts. Sometimes my missions are better planned than Seal Team 6, the fuckers who took down Osama Bin Laden. I don’t mind making a plan, preparing, doing whatever it takes to fulfill my mission. Other times my mission gets accomplished through random acts of fate when a target just offers itself up and in my book, it’s the fucking universe’s way of blessing my need, ensuring I pass along my infectious seed. Maybe the universe sees it as its way of weeding out the dumb cunts? I don’t care, as long as I get my nutt inside some neg ass, I’m all good. Contrary to what you may read in the press or hear from their bitchy little mouths, the neg bottoms all want POZ seed and NEED it even if they cannot express it verbally. That’s where I come in. I am not doing anything bad, I am helping them, giving them what they truly want and need but cannot ask for in this fucked up Pilgrim society we got going on. My latest addition to my treasure chest is Stevie. Not Steve, Steven, or even the affected Stephen – but Stevie. Fuck, his name tag alone yells to the world, “I’M A CUNT.” A few months back the staff at CVS began to be awfully fucking friendly, saying, “Hi, how may I help you,” at every fucking turn. While I appreciate the business model, personally I hate that shit and just want to get in and out and be done with it. I usually end up heading to my offices at the firm by 5:00 a.m. I like getting in early so I can deal with shit before Tre (see the previous stories about him and his charged ass) and the other shows up. On my walk there I stop every morning at the CVS at the corner of 14th Street and Vermont Ave. The floors above are a Residence Inn Marriott hotel, but the ground floor is CVS and I grab the daily news papers, maybe a salad or banana, and am on my way. Lately, I have been greeted at the self-check out machines by Stevie – a perky, YOUNG, little boy with lips just made for sucking dick. At that time of morning – just after the stockers have finished filling up the shelves and before the morning rush hour, there are only a couple staff working and they all seem bored as shit. Stevie makes up for this by going above and beyond the standard greeting and trying to chat me up. I hate that shit. I even said something to Mr. Reynolds about it one morning. He’s the overnight manager, about 65, and someone who I have seen around for years as he first worked at my dry cleaners, then the liquor store, and now at the CVS - and he’s gay shit. The old man tried coming on to me the first time I saw him at my dry cleaners and why he thought I was a bottom I have no idea so we quickly agreed to stay in our own stud pastures and share tips on good bottoms now and then. When I said something to Mr. Reynolds about Stevie he scoffed, “Yeah that boy thinks his shit don’t stink – little prick.” I laughed and said, “Well, I can tell from that comment you already struck out on that turn at bat. Mind if I take a swing?” Mr. Reynolds held his hands palm up in resignation, “Sure, have it, and if I can help, let me know.” OK, now I had my mission and time to put the plan in action. The next time Stevie eagerly approached me I asked for his help finding an item on one of the shelves. He practically skipped down the aisle, his face beaming with pride as he pointed to the item I wanted. I made sure to brush against his body as I reached down, grabbed what I needed, stood up, adjusted my semi-hard dick in my pants and without a glance back walked to the checkout. The next morning when the automatic doors of the CVS swung open, there was Stevie, eager and waiting, and so was I. This time I asked for help finding something in an aisle near the back of the store. Stevie looked around, anxious to help but afraid to leave his post. Good old Mr. Reynolds stepped out from behind the office door and waved us along, “Go on now,” he said, “I can watch things.” I turned and gave him a knowing wink as I followed Stevie’s perky little ass down the aisle. This time when Stevie showed me the product I was looking for I pretended not to catch what he was saying and stepped closer, and then closer, and then pressed my body against his, my dick right at the level of his face and as stayed bent over pointing to what he thought I wanted. My dick was hard, and Stevie felt it. I saw the hunger and need in his eyes. He wanted my dick. My raw dick – and my toxic load. He asked for it. Again, without a glance back I walked up to the front and the checkout leaving Stevie in the aisle to deal with his desires. The next morning was a repeat of every other morning and this time Stevie was like a fucking lap dog practically bouncing up and down needing attention. Well, I fucking planned to give it to him, but first I brushed him off, said, “I’m good, thanks,” and wandered back towards the pharmacy where Mr. Reynolds had told me he would be stocking shelves. Once I confirmed everything was all set, I made my way back to the front and was greeted by Stevie’s glowing face and bright eyes – anxious to serve – and I would make sure he did. “Do you have another of these coffee’s that are supposed to be on sale?” I asked, “I only found this one in the aisle.” Stevie looked confused, “Yes Sir, I’m sure we do. They should have restocked them. Let me check.” Stevie quickly walked by me, down the appropriate aisle, frowned as he saw the empty slot on the shelf and started to apologize, “I’m so sorry. I…I’m not sure why… but looks like we are out.” I frowned showing my displeasure, “Are you sure? Mr. Reynolds your manager said there was plenty in stock. Maybe you should check the back?” Stevie’s face glowed with that realization as he began to stride towards the stock room full of purpose, with me right behind him. “Oh no, sorry Sir, you can’t come back here,” Stevie said as he tried to close the door in my face to prevent me from following. I let out throaty growl, scowled, and said, “Step the fuck back!” Stevie stepped to the side as I pushed past him into the store room. He quickly walked around me, went down an aisle of boxes and started to fumble around trying to find the box with the coffee I wanted. “I’m sure it’s right here, let me just…” I set my briefcase on a stack of boxes, flipped it open and double checked my supplies, then interrupted him. Enough of this shit. Time to complete this mission. “Turn around,” I said. Stevie paused, turned and gasped as he saw me standing there with my 9-inch dick hanging out of my pants. “You’ve been eyeing my fucking dick every God-damn morning. I know you want to taste it. Feel it. Don’t you?” Stevie’s mouth opened and closed but no words came out. That was ok. I closed the gap between us, grabbed his hand, set it on my throbbing dick, and saw his whole body shake as he felt the weight of my charged manhood. “You’ve been teasing me. Time to pay up boy,” I snarled. Stevie’s hand shook, my dick pulsed, his voice quivered as he tried to convince me what I said was not true. I ignored the dumb cunt, undid my belt, dropped by pants to the floor and let my dick and balls swing free. I set my suit coat on a box, and pointed at my dripping meat, “Get on your knees. It’s not going to suck itself.” The boy hesitated so I slapped him – hard – he touched his cheek, blushed, then got on his knees like the good dick boy that he was. I knew those lips were made for sucking dick and told him so as he slobbed my knob, spit it up good and wet. He was in pig heaven but the mission had a timeline and him being on his fucking knees like Saint Theresa all day was not part of it, so I slapped his face again and said, “Get up. I’m going to fuck you now.” Stevie looked up at me in horror, fascination – and need – yes need shone from his eyes like a beacon, begging me in. The dumb ass cunt finally found his voice and said, “I...I can’t Sir...I’m working…and I…” I slapped his face again. Damn why do they have to talk and right on queue we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind us and I turned as Stevie poked his head out around my thighs, “Mr. Reynolds, I think it’s time for the boy’s break, don’t you?” I said. Mr. Reynolds chuckled, shook his head, let out a low “DAMN”, then said, “Oh yeah. I believe you’re right. The customer is always right. I’ll be out front, just let me know when you are done, I think then me and STEVIE will need to do a quick review of some customer service feedback.” His laugh echoed in the storeroom as he left and once Mr. Reynolds had closed the door I got back to business. “Pull your pants down,” I ordered and Stevie quickly obliged. Damn, this mission would be easier then I expected. No fight back, I guess he knew he was a dumb cunt only worthy for AIDS dick. Once his pants were down I roughly turned him around, drove the finger on my right hand with the sharpened nail roughly into his ass and began to saw his chute like a lumberjack. Stevie yelped, moaned, groaned, tried to get away – fuck I hate that too. I pushed him forward until he tumbled over his pants around his ankles and went face first into a box of shampoo, bottles tumbling out, bouncing against the concrete floor. I didn’t say a word as I continued to ream his tight little pucker hole with my razor nail, making that cunt nice and bloody. Stevie was a good boy and stayed bent over, letting me prep him like I wanted so it was time to reward his good behavior. I reached into my briefcase, pulled out my cotton squares – thank you CVS – wiped the boy’s now tender and tore up hole and smiled in satisfaction as it came up red. The only sound in the storeroom was Stevie breathing hard as I tossed the bloody cotton square into my briefcase that would go in my treasure chest when I got home. I grabbed the travel size bottle of lotion then decided no, he needs to FEEL my dick, closed my briefcase shut with a SNAP, cleared my throat and spit on his waiting hole. Stevie moaned, I spit on my dick and with my right hand coated my shaft a little, spit twice more, smacked the boy’s ass for good measure and then asked, “You ready?” I frankly don’t know what he planned to say because as he started to speak I dug my nails into his hips and slammed my raw cock into his tight ass. Stevie cried out, he whimpered, he pleaded, he begged – damn that shit made me hard! “Tell me you want my raw dick in that ass,” I told him, “Let me hear you beg for it.” My dick pummeled his tight little hole, red dripping, my spit mixing in, prepping the way for my virus filled load. “PLEASE…OH FUCK PLEASE…OH…,” Stevie cried out. I don’t know what he was oh fuck pleasing about, it didn’t matter, I was going to breed and seed that neg cunt and make it mine. I was going to wipe that perky smile off his face and busted that hole as hard as I could as it dripped and spackled the concrete floor and my pants with the evidence. I realized his hole was not opening like it should but trying to clamp up like a seawall against the North Sea. I busted through that dike and invaded his lowlands. No limits, no concern for the dumb ass cunt or his hole, it was mine now and I was going to fuck him to death! I pulled my raw, 9-inch dick all the way out, smiled as I looked at his eager bruised hole quiver, twitch, then slammed it back in. Twice more and I was ready. The third time when I slammed in I went balls deep and twisted his guts to my need and opened them up so my poison could shoot wide and far. I held the boy’s hips, my nails creating their own trail of blood on his skin as they dug in while my virus filled load dug into his insides. Stevie was a fucking mumbling mess at this point, but I was not done. As soon as the final wave of my orgasm faded I started to pound him again. The boy was getting week in the knees as I worked out load #2. Given the location, I could not really use him more right then like I wanted, and decided that was enough for today. With no warning I yanked my dick out his ass, rammed my finger up his open hole to scrape the insides around a bit to make sure my cum had plenty of places to nest, pulled it out and wiped it off on the back of his shirt, then grabbed another cotton square for a final wipe. Perfect! Pulling my pants back up I saw how messy it had really been and knew my dry cleaners would wonder again how I ended up with blood splattered on my pants – Dexter? No. Stealth Bomber you dumb cunts. I closed my briefcase and turned to leave when Stevie spoke, his voice quivering, “Can I…will I…I want to see you…I…” I just looked at him, shook my head, and made my way out of the store room. Mr. Reynolds was standing just outside by the self-serve cash registers. He looked at me questioningly as he handed me my morning papers and asked, “Did CVS serve you well today?” I pointed and said, “He’s all yours, primed and ready and LOADED, and yes thank you. I think I may have to take advantage of the exceptional service you provide again some morning. Make sure he’s ready or find someone who is.”

So there I was, stark bollock naked sucking on David’s nice cock, it truly was a beautiful knob about 7.5 inches, thick, as I sucked I ran my tongue over the veiny surface eliciting words of encouragement from him, as well as ‘tick tock’ I sucked using every ‘trick’ I had, swirling my tongue, deep suction, everything, I was nervous, I had been fucked plenty of times but not by anything like him, I had tears in my eyes as I worked looking up at him as he smirked “my cock looks great in your gob boy but it will look better up your bum” and always as the minutes counted down, “tick tock 12 minutes left”, my jaws ached but I kept sucking, something in me drove me on as I knew if David fucked me it would be it would hurt, his cock seemed to grow even thicker in my mouth as he rested his hand on my head helping me to bob it up and down on his cock “seven minutes left boyo, sweet I wonder if you’ll do it?”, I held his balls, so big they barely fitted in my hands as I frantically sucked him, and all the time those words over and over again counting down “tick tock five minutes”, then “tick tock three minutes”, and then he grunted “one minute boy, that’s all you have before I get to rape your boy hole”, I sucked harder, I was literally sucking as if my life depended on it but I did not achieve my aim as his final words rang in my head as he pushed my face off his cock “tick tock, times up, now its fucking time”, I teared up, I know I did “I can do it” but he simply smiled in a cruel sarcastic way “nope son times up” I knelt on the sofa, my arse was bright red, he’d not lied about beating me, I’d been spanked so hard that I had tears and snot running down my face, as he’d dragged me over his knee I’d struggled but with that first stinging swat on my big round arse I was shocked and then with every slap of his hand on my bum I became more and more submissive under his control until I just laid over his knees my body shaking with as spank landed on my arse. Back to kneeling on the sofa, one of his big hands rested on the small of my back just above my arse, I dared not move as he shaved my arse and crack with a cut throat razor “if you move boy you’ll get cut”, the cold steel of the blade felt strangely soothing on my hot burning bum as he effectively removed my last remnants of ‘manliness’ away, he was whistling as he shaved me, a song I can’t remember but it was surreal as it was almost as if he was doing a household task rather than shaving a lads arse at least 20 years his junior. His voice had a mix of desire and pure mocking as he cleaned the shaving foam off my arse “sweet, lovely smooth boy bum, just right for Daddy”, desperately I pleaded over my shoulder with him “please let me try again, I can suck you off”, he actually sneered at me as he massaged my hard cock and balls “nope baby boy, my sweet little cub you made a deal and you lost”. He slapped my bottom again, hitting the already red raw tender flesh “so my boy you going to give it up or do I have to rape you?”, my shoulders sagged I did not want to get raped and though I was terrified my own cock was hard in his other hand as he gently massaged it, I was still looking over my shoulder, my green eyes meeting his steel blue ones, I whimpered “please don’t rape me”, he rubbed my bottom and spat on my hole “as you asked so nicely there’s some lube” I shuddered and shook my head “please Daddy, that’s not enough”, I’d called him daddy without even thinking, he smiled at me “I like you calling me Daddy”, I bit my lip looking at him “I like calling you Daddy but”, he slapped my arse making me cry out “but what son?”, I was crying, deep heart felt sobs as he rubbed his fingers up and down my crack, rubbing and feeling my hole which despite my best intentions was yearning for him to fill me, “I need more lube than that, please”, one of his fingers poked at and penetrated me pretty roughly making me yelp as he immediately started to finger fuck me “no you don’t son, and as your Daddy I know best”, and then he sniggered “I may booty bump you if you ask nicely son”, again my naivety came to the surface, showing him how inexperienced in some things I was and as he fingered me and wanked me at the same time I groaned “what’s a booty bump?”. The smile on his face reminded me somewhat of the ‘joker’ from batman “well I’ll tell you what son, I’ll show you then its time for part two of the 15 minute game”, I croaked “part two??”

Hot vid I found of a PA making a guy bleed. No cumshot sadly. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=WvqQB-G184-

Last year, MAL, over the 3 days, took over 75 hot loads. 3/4 of the guys I never saw. Dark room, unlocked door, blindfolded ass up on the edge of the bed in a jock strap and black boots. Nothing like taking those loads and not knowing who did what!

I usually hit a local tub in the big city's gay district on a Friday or Sat night. Weekends are always packed and there is often a line to check in. Fine, it's worth the wait knowing that my hole will try to drain every cock standing in line and that an endless supply of meat awaits inside. To me, there's nothing hotter than a big city tub on a weekend. The amount of anon sex is like a fucking cock and ass buffet. My favorite tub also has private gloryhole booths with locking doors. Sleazy sex. The kind of nasty sleazy sex that guys dream of. AND, an endless supply of it. Think about it for a second, taking raw cock after raw cock through a gloryhole in a big city tub. Most of them, if not all will shoot deep in my hole. I love the feeling of taking a raw anon cock and then feeling the vulnerability of when he shoots deep in my ass. I've just been violated by an anon cock in this sleazy scenario and I WANT MORE NOW! I love backing my hole up on a hard bare cock stuffed through a GH. The whole anon piggishness makes my knees go weak. I usually start my night playing in the GH booths until I've taken a few loads. Then I move on and cruise the hallways with the private small bedrooms. Some rooms have slings. The whole place is a fantasy sex dungeon complete with that sleazy vibe. The atmosphere adds to the piggishness of tha joint. Awhile back on a Friday night, I entered the tub and there was a short line of a few guys waiting to check in. As I took my place in line I immediately noticed one of these fellas didn't look like the others. Even fully clothed, I could see his thin body. Very thin, thin legs. But he had a gut. He looked at me and grinned. Very sunken cheeks and a overall weary look. This dude looked full-blown. I winked and grinned back. We both knew that we would be fucking each other silly within 15 minutes. That kind of mutual grin. Anyway, I checked in and rented a locker, stripped bare, donned my jock and a cock ring, lubed my hole, grabbed my poppers and threw my towel over my shoulder. I had a specific man in mind. The place was packed. Even with hot cock everywhere I looked, I wanted Mr. Gaunt. Knowing that tub was a large complex, I decided to head-up to the third floor where the GH booth area is located, and which I've almost always found action going on. I hit the third floor and, as I expected, the GH area was packed with guys cruising and booth doors opening and closing. Then I spotted Mr Gaunt. He had just hit the area and we made eye contact. As soon as he saw me, he spun and headed toward and open GH booth with an open booth next to it. Knowing it wouldn't remain open for long, I damn near ran into that fuckin' booth and shut the door and locked it, dropped my jock and hit my poppers. Gawd my head was swimming. In ecstasy I dropped down on my knees to look through the GH. I could barely see him because it was kind of dark. I saw him undo his towel and drop it. Out flopped a nice sized, semi-hard uncut dick. I offered my popper bottle through the large GH (which tells you had badly I wanted him). He took a large long hit and passed the bottle back to me. I took another huge hit as he fed his hardening uncut poz cock through the hole. Head a-swimmin from JJ poppers, in one fell swoop I inhaled his cock, all the way to the base. He got hard as a steel rod in my throat. When I finally pulled it out after a good deep throat fuck that had strings of spit running down my jaw, he was a solid seven to eight inches, uncut with a long-hanging foreskin. Naturally, after sharing another hit of poppers, I chewed on his foreskin for several minutes. He was starting to shake so I knew it was time. I stood up, spun around, and spread 'em wide, and backed-up on that toxic poz rod. I slid down on his poz cock inin one, slow, smooth, enjoyable swoop until I felt his warm poz belly. I had hit bottom. It's worth noting the GH at the tubs are big enough to get cock balls, as well as a bit of the dude's belly through the hole, so a talented bottom can really bottom out and take a pig deep. A deep huff of JJ poppers and I started thrusting my ass in and out on his cock. Then he took over. I backed my ass up til the wall stopped it flat and spread 'em wide. I held it like that as he started pounded in and out. Deep strokin me. I could feel it through his cock. My ass sent it back. The vibe of when two pigs breed and pass that toxic DNA. I gripped my hole down on his fat strokin' cock and I heard him moan as his fuck pace quickened. I hit the poppers once again, and clenched my hole down like I was going to bite that fat poz cock off. I heard him moan something incoherent as his fuck pace got even faster. Then his hips started lurching and he started growling and I felt the warm blast as he exploded warm ropes of poz sperm deep in my ass. He kept flooding me til his cock got extra slippery from his cum. My hole drank Mr. Gaunt's poz balls dry. I felt some running down my leg. It was very warm. He plowed it deep and continued to shake for awhile. I loved feeling his still hard cock twitch and spasm until he went soft. He pulled out and I stood there in a fucking daze. I was hard as a rock myself. Having just experienced one of my hottest fucks, ever. I needed to go find a bottom to relieve myself after that. Damn. I love my city! Sure enough, several weeks later I came down with a horrid flu. Fevers, shakes, shits, joint aches, body aches, waking in a puddle of sweat.... GH sex in a big city tub. It's hard to find hotter sex.

Duke was padding round the apartment looking at himself in the mirrors at every opportunity making me laugh “hey chill out you look good!”, Duke flexed his pecs raising his eyebrows in a quite sinister way “you think he’ll like me?”, I had to smirk “like he has a choice”, Duke broke out into a wide grin “true, hey time to go” My boy walked into the living room and I had to smile as I rubbed my crotch my boy was looking hot as fuck especially with the Mohawk haircut I had given him earlier, not that he had been too keen on it at the time, in fact I’d had to show him what happens when a boy fucks off his Dad and you could see from the way he was walking that the good hiding I’d given had been effective. The kid shuffled his feet and bit his lip “I’m really very sorry Daddy”, I shrugged my shoulders “I know you are boy, but who knows best?” he bowed his head “you do Daddy”, I smile and gave him a kiss on the forehead “that’s right boy, and don’t you forget it”. The kid looked uncomfortable sitting all the way to the airport and to me that was just fine because he has to learn after all. Ryan was indeed as cute as a button, a very short little red haired muscle boy who looked in awe at Dukes bulk as the big black man draped his arm over his shoulder leading him to the van, he looked quizzically at Bobby “who are these guys?”, Duke grinned showing off his gold teeth his voice like rich smooth chocolate “we’re Bobby’s new best friends chicky, and yours too now”. Turns out Ryan was not quite as naïve as Bobby was, though that was not so hard to imagine really and ‘ginger’ was soon chatting eagerly in the back swigging a bottle of beer as Duke flirted with him shamelessly, I heard a giggle “I’ve done it once and always wanted try it again” I looked in the rear view mirror to see Duke lighting the pipe and blowing clouds then holding it out to ginger egging the boy on low and smooth who took it and sucked on it blowing out clouds like a seasoned pro. By the time we got back the apartment Duke had partially ravaged ginger, the boy only had his flip flops and cargo shorts still on his lips a little red from the copious amount of kissing Duke had been doing to the lad, I had to admit his body was very good not as bulky as bobby’s more lean and sculpted. Once in the apartment I grinned as Bobby and Ryan shared the pipe giggling and making out with each other between blowing clouds as Duke and I watched them with sheer lustful gazes. I pulled bobby away, ripping his vest top off before giving him a deep kiss as I undid the kids shorts, they fell to the floor as I twisted Bobby round squeezing and feeling his tits, cock and balls, ginger just whispered “wow” and looked on agog wide eyed with morbid fascination as his friend was molested by a big hairy brute easily old enough to be his dad or even grandfather. Duke moved in on ginger, the new boy hardly flinched as Duke started to rub the lads tented shorts “you like that chicky? Like watching Bobby boy being touched like that?” I watched over Bobby’s shoulder as I continued to feel him up as ginger nodded gasping “fuck yeah”, Duke fed ginger kid the pipe again before pulling the boy up mirroring our positions, Duke put his mouth close to Ryan’s ear as his slipped his hands round gently massaging gingers ample pecs “you want to be felt up like that don’t ya boy?”, redhead gurgled and nodded his eyes never leaving the sight of Bobby loving being felt up by me as Duke slid his hands down Ryan’s naval undid the button on Ryan’s shorts and pushed them down until they slipped and fell to his ankles, I had to grin as Duke grabbed the boys balls squeezing them hard as he stuck his tongue in the nippers ear “bobby is a little bitch fuck boy now chicky and your going to be one too!” Ryan’s eyes widened but he did not react in any other way to that comment except to groan and gasp as Duke slapped him on his bubble butt hard grinning and sneering “follow me boy”, ginger gulped but slowly stepped out of his shorts and followed Duke like a little puppy dog.

MAL Leather Slave’s Reward - The Stealth Bomber, Episode 4:– Slave #1-2014. The bloodied cotton square is safely secured to the index card and placed in my treasure chest. Another negative ass has been infected, and 2014 is off to a great start. Washington, DC, provides many opportunities for stealthing and infecting negative ass. Lots of business travellers, college kids, tourists, government-related workers and officials, the list goes on and on, but there is one group that I always find a challenge and that is the leather crowd at the annual Mid-Atlantic Leather (MAL) Convention that is held every year in January. Now, there are cum slut bottoms galore at MAL, fuck just walk through the hotel and you can find bottoms with their doors open and asses up for any dick that will mount them. But for me, that’s too easy and most of those dumb cunts are already POZ, so I go on the hunt for the rare leather species – the negative leather bottom – and Friday night I tracked and bagged my latest prize. There are several websites where people attending MAL typically post messages looking to set up connections and as I scoured and trolled them there was one that caught my eye. A leather bear daddy was bringing his slave to MAL for the first time and wanted to find a ‘safe’ top to share him with, also for the first time. They were both negative, the slave was in his mid-20’s, new to the leather scene, and the leather bear was clearly trying to still have fun while protecting his slave from the hungry wolves. Perfect. We exchanged several emails to discuss what we each got into, how big my dick was as the leather bear’s was average so they wanted someone well hung to work the slave’s hole, did we only play safe, our status and of course I assured him I was negative and played only safe. Bullshit. Yet, as always, the asshole believed me and so we agreed to meet early Friday evening to help get their weekend to DC started right. The leather bear daddy wanted also wanted to be a sub/cuckold and be ordered to sit and watch as another top used his slave so to prepare for the big night I polished up my black boots, pulled out my bag of paddles and other toys, and let my balls churn my toxic load into a thick heavy cream, and did not jack off or fuck any ass for 5 days. I could almost taste my own jizz every time my dick twitched because my nutts were so swollen and full. At 6:30 p.m. I made my way through the lobby of the MAL host hotel, acknowledging some of the looks and stares I got, dismissing others, and making a mental note of one or two slut looking bottoms I may want to sniff out later if things did not go as planned. But I’m the Stealth Bomber, things ALWAYS go as planned. I knocked on the hotel room door and the slave opened it immediately. The slave boy was cute, scruffy looking, average body, and was wearing a thick leather collar with a chain that dragged on the floor. His eyes were downcast so I slapped his face and pushed him aside as I walked into the room, knowing his cheek was stinging good right now and his eyes had teared up a bit. As I had ordered, the leather bear daddy was sitting in a chair close to the door, the only light in the room was from the fixture by the door to the room, casting much of the room in a dim glow and dark shadows. The daddy’s head turned, his eyes gleamed, his mustached lips trembled a bit as he saw me, and he jacked his dick frantically in anticipation. I stopped in front of him and SLAPPED his face too and said, “Don’t forget who’s in charge tonight. Did I say you could touch your dick yet? Fucking sit there, and watch.” The leather bear daddy’s eyes were alight with fire now, anger and desire mixed, but he nodded and set his hands on the arms of the chair. I proceeded to the far side of the bed where he could not see, set my bag down, pulled out my cotton squares and a few other essentials. I flung a box of condoms onto the bed, a bottle of lube, a leather paddle, a hand towel, walked back around the end of the bed and said to the leather daddy, “You fucking stink. If you’re going to stay and watch me use your slave you need to take a good shower, or you can leave and can come back when I call you.” The leather bear opened his mouth to object, thought better of it, nodded, got up, and walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and I soon heard the water running. The slave was still standing near the door, so I walked over, scooped the chain up, led him towards the bed, dropped the chain, and with my left hand reached out and stroked his dick which made him jump. He had a pretty good size dick for a bottom and he looked at me in confusion. I lowered my voice and whispered, “I bet your master doesn’t let you cum often does he? Here, put one of these condoms on your dick and jack yourself off. I’ll then put it in my bag and he will never know. I want you to have pleasure in this too and it will be our little secret. It’ll make my big dick really hard to see you jack off and I know you like having a big dick up your ass don’t you?” The slave smiled, nodded his head anxiously, I could see his hunger for my dick. I reached over, grabbed the box of condoms, tore one open and handed it to him. He slipped it over his dick, furiously jerking himself, as I leaned back in and said, “We don’t have much time. You may speak – what will make you cum quicker? My finger in your ass?” The slave was almost panting at that, he just nodded, so I let him watch as I stuck my right index finger in my mouth, spit it up real good, then turned him, spread his cheeks, and then rammed my finger into his dry chute. He squealed like a stuck pig, “Shhh,” I said, as now that my finger was in his hole I took my left hand and covered his mouth. I knew my right index finger was hurting him. It was supposed to. I always keep that nail longer, and the edges sharpened just so I can slice and dice the inside of an ass and get it ready for me to infect. I jabbed my finger harder and harder, his little chute tried to pucker up tight and fought me, but I cut my way through and while be beat his dick I began to finger his golden knob, messaging his prostate round and round making him sigh and moan into my hand. This was taking too long. “Come on boy. Shoot that fucking slave cum. Shoot that worthless faggot cum. If you want to get fucked by a real man’s dick you better shoot that cum faggot. Just wait until you feel my big dick up your ass, filling you up like your master can’t.” That did the trick. The slave’s chute tried to snap my finger off and his body trembled in joy as he shot a big load into the condom. I yanked my finger out, saw it was coated pretty good in red, turned the boy around, gently eased the condom off his dick and had to admire the load he shot. “Feel better now?” I asked. The slave smiled, nodded, “Stay there,” I ordered. I walked over to the bed, set the freshly filled condom on the bed near the pillows, laid one of my hand towels over it, picked up one of my cottons squares off the floor and rubbed my red-coated finger clean, walked back to the slave with another towel and whispered, “Here. Wipe your dick clean. Get off the cum. Now coat it with lube, just stand there looking in the mirror and jerk your dick. Get it hard again.” The slave nodded. I took the towel, laid it near the foot of the bed with my lube. The scene was set, time to get the action started. I went to the bathroom door and rapped on it hard with my knuckles, “Get the fuck out here. I don’t have all night to wait on your hairy ass.” The door swung open, the leather bear looked ashamed, he nodded, grabbed a towel and followed me back into the room as he dried himself off. “Much better,” I snarled. “You don’t smell like a fucking barn anymore. Time to work this piece of shit over. I told him I wanted to see if he could get that faggot dick of his hard. So far it looks like he’s got a cunt dick. Soft and worthless like a good slave huh. Sit back in that chair. I don’t want to see you touching your dick. You just watch. Understand?” The leather bear daddy nodded, sat back in the chair, I picked up the slave’s chain as he wiped his lubed covered hand off on his chest. I slapped his face hard, told him to lick my boats, and the leather bear started moaning in joy and agreement at just that. “Shut the fuck up!” I yelled. “I don’t need to hear the fucking peanut gallery. You sit there and WATCH and be QUIET.” After the slave licked my boots, I sat on the edge of the bed and had him undress me. When I stood up and my dick flew out, hard and ready to infect and breed, both the slave and the leather bear gasped a little. That was alright. I wanted them to be mesmerized by my dick and remember it well. I then made the slave bend over the bed, his chain rattling against the metal frame, as I used my paddle to beat his ass nice and red. By now the leather bear daddy’s dick was practically streaming precum and I caught him a couple times reaching for his dick, but one look from me and he jerked his hand back. Preliminaries were over. The blood had dried on the cuts I had made in the slave’s ass earlier, so it was time to open them up again and unload my infected cum. This slave might have come to MAL clean and negative, but he would go home carrying my POZ bug and it would happen right in front of his loving and protective leather bear daddy. The man who is supposed to keep him safe. The man who is supposed to ensure no harm comes to him. Dumb asses. I dragged the slave to the far side of the bed, deeper into the shadows. I slapped his face hard a couple times, forced him to his knees, shoved my dick in his mouth, then in disgust said, “You’re a worthless cock sucker. That mouth is a waste. Here, open your mouth, this is all your mouth is good for and you better hope your ass is better.” When the slave opened his mouth I inserted a big ball gag and tied it tight. Can’t have him telling his bear daddy what’s happening next. I yanked him back up, shoved him onto the bed, “Get on your fucking hands and knees, scoot back a little, you want this big dick? Think you can take it?” All the slave could do was whimper, so I said to the bear daddy, “You sure your slave can take me? It takes me a while to cum? You sure you want me to give it to him? Make his ass sore?” I could see him smile and his dick twitch and bounce as the bear daddy nodded, eager to see me give his slave what he couldn’t. I grabbed the slave’s chain, yanked on it hard, his head craned back as I drove my right index finger back in his pucker hole making him cry out and whimper into the ball gag. He strained against the collar trying to pull away, but I held tight. “You better not run. Your master is watching you. You want to make him proud don’t you? You want to serve him like a good slave right? Good, now you fucking faggot, toss those condoms back toward me and listen to your master tell you what a worthless slave you are and how he is going to punish you later for fighting me. Tell him asshole, tell him how worthless he is. Tell him I’m here because your fucking little dick ain’t shit and it’s time for his ass to feel a real man. Talk dirty. That shits gets me hard. Tell your slave how it humiliates you to see someone else give him what you can’t.” As the leather bear daddy did as he was told and started talking dirty to his slave, I made a grand show of grabbing the box of condoms, tearing one off, opening the packet up, mumbling about it not going on quick enough and pretending to squirt a big shot of lube on the slave’s hole. In reality I had only put small a squirt of lube on his ass and a light coating on my dick and in my ‘fumbling’ had dropped the condom from the packet into my bag on the floor. “Fucking faggot slave. Ready for this dick? I can’t hear you, I said I CAN’T FUCKING HEAR YOU!” and with that I rammed my raw dick into the slave’s already bloody ass. Every muscle in his body tensed and jerked like he had just been electrocuted and the leather bear got louder and more verbal as he saw his slave assaulted and knew it was hurting – he was fucking loving it. Immediately as the initial shock wore off the slave’s head snapped around, his neck straining, his eyes bulged as they met mine and I could tell he knew. He knew I was fucking him raw and there was not a damn thing he could do a about it. Shit I love that look of fear, realization, and the shimmers of desire for it, wanting it, needing my cum inside them. I have to admit he played the loyal slave part well and tried to buck and twist and get away, but I just dropped the chain, grabbed the collar around his neck, yanked him back and up against my body as I buried the rest of my bareback shaft in his hole and whispered so only he could hear, “Feel me? Feel that dick deep? I know this is what you want, and I will give it to you.” The slave started to struggle wildly to free himself from my raw fuck, so I slammed him face down on the bed, pulled his body back a bit so his ass was hanging off the edge of the bed and deep dicked him. The leather bear daddy was going crazy and was excited as hell and was literally pounding his fists on the arms of the chairs in excitement as he watched his slave get fucked and used. It only took several strokes of deep dicking before the slave relaxed and stopped fighting. The pure ecstasy of having a big, raw dick stroking his guts and opening that ass overwhelmed all other thoughts and feelings. “Look at your faggot slave,” I said to the bear daddy, “Pushing his ass back, he wants me deeper, harder.” I lifted my right leg and angled into his hole, making him whimper, and I could tell his ass was getting wetter and it was time for my first load. Hot scalding cum shot from the head of my dick into his quivering hole and I pulled almost all the way out to ensure some of shot directly into the bloody cuts I had made with my nail before sinking back in. To the leather bear daddy, I did not let on that I was cumming at all. As far as he knew, I was just mixing up my thrusts and angles. The slave however knew. He strained to turn his head again, his eyes begging and pleading. Maybe he wanted to say stop, but I knew he meant he wanted me to give it to him. Bottoms can always feel when I cum. I shoot hard into the walls, and its thick and sticky like oatmeal, and my dick pulses like a cannon with every shot of infection. The slave whimpered a little, turned his head back, and I continued pumping, working my load deeper and deeper. After another minute I slowed and said to the bear, “OK, shut the fuck up. Just watch and learn.” Leaving my dick buried to the hilt in his ass, I grabbed his collar with both hands lifted the slave up and off the bed, turned, sat on the bed and laid back. “Ride that dick faggot slave. Bounce on it. Open that ass up.” I wrapped the chain to the collar around my wrist in case he got any stupid ideas and watched as he sneakily tried to reach back and feel my raw dick. I rapped his hand with my knuckles, spread my legs, he got the idea and slowly started bouncing on my dick. I gave him just enough chain so he could get a good bounce, but not come all the way off. My poz cum had made my dick glisten and shine and with every bounce the slave made, he helped assure his own infection. Time for the second breeding. I leaned up, grabbed his collar tight and in one motion pulled him back onto my chest as I brought my feet up and wedged them on the edge of the bed. “Listen to your faggot slave moan,” I said to the leather bear who was still sitting and watching in his chair, “My dick is stretching his walls now, punching in with every thrust, now listen to him as I bust his hole open.” I paused, adjusted the slave’s body on top of mine, I let go of his collar, reached down and cupped both hands under his ass to pull it open wider and hold him in place, leaned to his right – away from his master – and whispered in his ear, “Time for the next load in your ass.” The slave mumbled, I am sure he said PLEASE, as I eased my throbbing dick all the way until just the tip of my head was nestled at his torn hole. I shifted my feet, then SLAMMED MY DICK THROUGH HIS ASS RING, TEARING HIM MORE, SHREDDING HIM UP, PREPARING HIS HOLE FOR MORE INFECTED CUM. The slave shook and trembled, and swung his head from side to side as I beat fucked him. I dug my nails deeper into the flesh of his ass cheeks to keep his hole in place as I busted in and out and in and out, and as his whimpering increased so did my need to unload so I picked up the pace, angling from side to side with each thrust, doing as much damage as I could. Again the leather bear daddy thought I was pausing to change positions, but I was seeding his slave’s hole again. With every burst of my infected cum into his sore ass, the slave whimpered and turned his head to try to nuzzle into me. His assring was in total spasm from being abused, and milked every drop I had. My dick was still in the slave’s ass when I turned my head and said to the leather bear daddy. “Pull your chair all the way back to the door to the room. I want your slave to be able to really see you good.” While he was moving his chair, I dropped my legs, pushed the slave forward and up and stood up with my dick still in his ass. The slave seemed somewhat dazed and confused so I led him to the spot between the end of the bed and the dresser the TV was on, told him to brace himself with one hand on the bed, the other on the dresser. He hung his head, I yanked his head back with the chain, leaned close to his ear and whispered, “You look in your Master’s eyes as he watches you take my poz load.” That revelation made the slave try to turn again, but I slapped his head hard and he stumbled as I ran him forward, driving his body against his leather daddy who was stunned and shocked and had put up in hands in self defense. He opened his mouth and I said, “SHUT THE FUCK UP. DON’T SAY A WORD YOU CUCKOLD SON-OF-A-BITCH. YOU’RE AS WORTHLESS AS YOUR FAG SLAVE. NOW YOU GET TO FEEL UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL HOW YOUR SLAV’ES BODY REACTS TO BEING FUCKED BY A REAL DICK!” I started to slam fuck the slave’s ass, his cum filled guts slurping and burping and making wet sloppy noises as he grunted, his face just inches from his leather daddy’s as I forced my poz cum deeper and deeper in his ass. I dropped the chain, took a step back, clawed my nails into the flesh of his hips and drove my dick hard up his hole as I pulled the slave’s body backwards to meet my dick. He was defenseless now. His ass was totally open and if his leather daddy could have looked down, he would have seen a glistening trail of cum and pink juice streaking the back of the boy’s thighs. The leather bear daddy’s eyes were wide as saucers now. His mouth was twisting in odd shapes as he forced himself to hold in any sound. The slave was whimpering louder, begging for me to finish my poz work, so I did. With the full force of my body I slammed the slave forward against his leather daddy sitting in the chair, wrapped both hands around the slave’s neck, squeezed his throat hard and exclaimed, “I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM, HOLY SHIT, FUCK, GIVE ME THAT FAGGOT SLAVE ASS, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME…..UGGGGG….SHIT…..UGGGGG……” This load felt twice as big as the first and went on and on and the slave’s body shuddered and spasmed in response. I was breathing hard and took my time working my cum in, caring nothing for how the bear daddy or his slave may feel right then. It was all about me and my need to infect and breed. Still keep my semi-hard dick in the slave’s ass, I reached down, dug my nails back into the flesh of his hips, pulled him back a yard or so and gave his leather bear daddy my most wicked, evil smile. The bear daddy was breathing hard too and I looked, and he had shot his own load all up onto his stomach, his dark hair now matted in gobs of white. “Did I fucking say you could touch yourself?” I asked. He gulped and meekly replied, “I didn’t I swear. I just, it just, fuck. It just happened. I…..” I shook my head, “Whatever, go clean that off real good. I don’t want to smell your funk.” The leather daddy bear held his hands out like he was afraid to touch himself as he walked into the bathroom. I yanked my dick out of the slave’s used ass making him cry out into the ball gag, quickly dragged him by the chain back to the other side of the bed, moved the hand towel near the pillows aside, took the condom the slave had filled earlier and squirted a dob of lube on it, rolled it around, then flung it onto the carpet in front of the TV. The slave looked at me in realization and I just smiled. I then bent down, grabbed a couple of my cotton squares, roughly dabbed his hole to secure my treasure trove, dropped the chain and said, “Go fucking kneel by the condom.” I jumped into my pants to hide my cum coated dick, then slid a piece of paper out of my pocket, walked over to the kneeling slave, slid the paper between his collar and neck, and leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You’re mine now.” I grabbed my boots and was just putting them on when the leather bear daddy came out of the bathroom. He looked at me, his slave kneeling, the used condom on the floor, he smiled wide, not having a fucking clue I just changed both their lives. I finished getting dressed, grabbed my bag, and pushed past the leather bear on my out without saying a fucking word to him. The elevator doors closed and I had to smile and wonder, what would the slave do to make sure his master did not find his ass full of cum? Hopefully this was a two-fer and once turned, the slave will then infect the leather bear daddy. I did not even make it to the next floor in the elevator before there must have been some fucking blue-light special tweet go out as it seemed the bottoms could smell cummy dick. Greedy slut bottoms were getting on at every floor it seemed. I just shook my head, they were all too easy, no I had something better in mind. At 11:55 I opened my front door and there sitting on the steps was the slave I fucked at the hotel. I held the door open as he walked in. I shut the door, he unzipped his leather jacket and held out the chain that was attached to his collar. I wrapped the chain around my left hand, pulled his cold body close, looked down in his eyes and snarled, “What the fuck are you doing here faggot slave? Where the hell is your master?” The slave shook a little, looked at the floor, and said, “Your note said ‘AIDS DICK – BE HERE BY MIDNIGHT’ so I am Sir. I…I left Master at the club, the one holding the Domination party. He…he..” I smiled, slapped his head, and said, “Good faggot. Time for you to learn how to worship an AIDs dick and to get your reward.”

The Stealth Bomber, Episode 3: A Little Family Business – William Walter Jefferson Hanscomb III, or “Tre” as he is called by his family and friends, is the nominal head of my firm and a complete douche bag. He is an entitled prick who comes from a wealthy family in Houston, Texas – the River Oaks crowd – and who’s granddaddy made a killing in the oil business. William Jr, Tre’s daddy, tripled the family fortune but instead of another grand leader for the Hanscomb family they got Tre. It was clear Tre did not inherit the family balls, those went to his sister who officially runs the family conglomerate in Houston and Tre got shunted off to DC to run one of the family’s many side businesses and reminds everyone daily how he has been cheated and abused by his family and three ex-wives and is stuck in this – in his words – “God forsaken shit hole of city full of nothing but thiefs.” Tre makes a special point of being extra nasty to me in front of the other staff, and none of them can understand how I take it and don’t fight back, but I brush it off with a smile. What they don’t know is that every chance Tre gets he is on his knees in my executive suite swallowing my infected load, or bent over my desk begging to be fucked. Maybe one of these days I’ll tell the story about how I stealth bombed Tre, who became my cuckold bitch and I added his bloody cotton square to my treasure chest and infected his dumb ass cunt. Since the first night I shot my load of toxic jizz in his mouth and up his ass, he has never once asked me to use or condom or asked my status and I think part of him knows he is sick and infected. I can see it in his eyes, my virus swimming around inside him, his skin has gotten grayish, his face has sunken in a bit from the weight he has lost, he has had several major bouts of what he called ‘just being a little tired,’ but I can tell. There are some days when just looking at him as he steps closer to being a full blown cunt gets my dick hard and I order him to my office to take my cum, ensuring his body never has a chance to recover. Tre will never get tested, he is a chicken shit and too afraid of what he may find out, and quite frankly the cunt is just too damn dumb to put the pieces together, which is fine by me. Earlier this spring Tre came to my office late one night all in a fluster and said he needed my help. I told him to shut the fuck up and lock the door and he could tell me what he wanted to while I shot my load up his ass. Tre pulled his pants down exposing his round ass. He never wore underwear so I had easy access to finger his hole with my right index finger, using my long nail to bloody him up as always, then dry fucked him, making Tre cry out a little and grunt as his ass opened up for me. Once I was balls deep and able to get a good stroke going I said, “Fuck. You sound just like a woman with all that wailing and whining and shit. Maybe if you had learned to be a man you might have kept at least one of your wives, so what the fuck is going on?” “You know my sister right?” Tre asked. “The one in Houston? Well her son is in trouble again the little shit. Christ what he has put our family through – UGHHH EASY PLEASE THAT HURTS!” I slapped Tre upside the head and continued to fuck his ass dry like I wanted as he continued, “Well the little shit just got caught stealing again. Can you believe that? Stealing? He is fucking 20 years old and not worked a day in his life! I guess it was to buy drugs or something since my sister cut him off when he got kicked out of college. I don’t know. Anyways, father worked out a deal with the judge that instead of sending Corey – that’s his name – instead of sending Corey to jail, they sent him to rehab again and then once he finishes his initial detox, they will send him up here to work at the firm and I am responsible for keeping the little shit out of trouble! How the fuck do I do that? The little shit is nothing but trouble and is more of an asshole than his mother!” I had to laugh at that and slammed my balls deep as I infected Tre’s ass yet again and said, “Clearly being an asshole runs in your family. Shut up minute and lick my dick clean like a good cock sucker.” While Tre was tucking his dress shirt into his $3,500 suit pants and I settled back behind my desk, his sick eyes looked at me as he pleaded, “I need your help. I need Corey to work for you. I can’t handle him – no not all – I can’t. I know you can though, you could make him your assistant, you could teach the little shit some manners, and finally learn how to obey!” I laughed again and said, “You mean like I taught you to obey? So is your nephew a cock sucking cunt like you? Does that run in the family too?” Tre’s face got bright red now, his anger getting the best of him as he yelled, “YOU WILL fucking do this for me and YOU WILL NOT TOUCH HIM!!” I jumped out of my chair, grabbed Tre by the back of the neck and pushed him face down onto my desk, banging his face hard, stunning him a little. I grabbed a pair of scissors from the top desk drawer and quickly drove them into the seam of his expensive suit pants, ripping and cutting the fabric as I exposed his ass. I dropped the scissors onto the desk, shoved three fingers inside his cummy hole, clawed and scraped as hard as I could while Tre struggled a bit under the grip of my left hand. My right hand quickly opened my zipper and my 9-inch dick was brick hard and ready to punish the mouthy little cunt and zeroed in on my target. I slammed balls deep as hard as I could and quickly gave Tre another load. I pulled out, wiped my slimey dick across the back of his shredded dress pants, zipped up and said, “You may want to speak to your tailor about that. Pretty sloppy work if you ask me. Get the fuck out of my office!” Tre looked honestly chastised as he wrapped his suit coat around his waist and slunk back to his office and he stayed away from me for the next couple of days. Later that week he came and apologized, asked nicely for my help with his nephew who was scheduled to arrive on a plane the next morning, so I agreed. I had several big projects going so could always use the extra help. Late the next morning Tre knocked on my office door and introduced me to Corey. For a 20-year old he looked rough for his age and the drugs Tre said he had been on had clearly taken their toll as Corey looked as sick as his Uncle, but for clearly different reasons. Corey was dressed in a dirty and stained t-shirt, baggy denim shorts, torn up sneakers that were untied, and was wearing an ankle monitor. His black hair was greasy and stringy and he was taller than his Uncle and about my size. He could have been good looking if he didn’t look like such a train wreck. Introductions were made, I gave Corey the up and down checkout and he boldly gave it right back. Hmmm, interesting. Tre explained how the ankle monitor would go off if Corey left the office building or his new apartment, that he had urine tests scheduled every two days to make sure he stayed clean, and that if he did not show the judge he was committed to working and getting his life together he would end up in jail. Tre then closed the door and I was left with his wayward family spawn. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked Corey as I walked over to my wet bar. He just ignored me, slumped into the oversized leather couch, crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. I sat down beside him and said, “Look, I think your Uncle is an asshole too – frankly your whole family is – so you and I are in a bit of the same boat on this one. Let’s make a deal, let’s just get through this together, do what has to be done, and get you back to wherever the fuck you want to go, alright?” Corey didn’t say word, just looked at me and said, “You got any cash man? I need to grab some food and though I might hit the sandwich place downstairs. I gave him a $50 and 30 minutes later he was back, slumped on the couch again, and eating a roast beef sandwich. He was acting pretty fidgety too and as I looked into his eyes I saw they were glassy so asked, “How about my change?” Corey hemmed and hawed a bit, so I sat beside him and said, “Look. I frankly don’t give a shit what you do. You hear me? Hang on, I need to piss.” I purposely left the door open to my executive bathroom and stood so Corey had a nice view of my thick meat and piss stream. Straight or gay or whatever, most drugs make your horned as shit, so I wanted to dangle some bait and see if this fish would bite. I walked back into my office with my dick still half way out of my pants to make sure he got a good look before zipping up. I sat back down beside him, real close, and said, “So Corey. You played sports right? Like what? What did you study in school? Tell me what sort of things you’re good at? We’ll see where you can help me.” I grabbed a handful of my dick, shifted it, stroked it twice, and settled in for him to answer. Corey was still not talking so I said, “That’s cool if you don’t want to talk about that stuff. So tell me, how did you make all the money you needed to buy drugs if your family had cut you off. What exactly did you do?” At this Corey sat up straight and replied, “I’ve done what I needed to do.” Just as I had thought, hhhmmm. After he ate, Corey used my bathroom and seemed even more wired when he came out. I knew then he was definitely on something and was biding my time until I knew most folks from the office had gone home before making my move. At about 7:45, a good hour after Corey had crashed, his Uncle Tre came to my office and saw Corey passed out on my couch. He tried to wake him up, but Corey just rolled onto his side. I laughed and told Tre, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of him tonight. Go on home. I know your future ex-wife is expecting you.” Tre shot me a nasty look, shook his head and left. It was now time. I went over and shook Tre and sat him up. He came to for a moment and asked, “Was….was….was that Uncle shit…my Uncle? You….you covered for me man. You’s a good man, thanks, I…I..don’t want to go to jail…I just needed…shit…I just.. no one has ever looked at for me man…..thanks…I….” Reaching into Corey’s short’s pockets I found the baggy that had probably been full when he started and took what was left and flushed it down my toilet. I had not seeded an ass in a few days, and my need to infect someone was raging, and the universe had just handed me a fresh hole to use. Corey was laying on his side again, so I shook him a few more times and did not even get a mumble, the kid was out. Excellent. I adjusted his body so he was flat on his back, slid his shorts down and off, then worked his dirty t-shirt off over his head. Corey was breathing deep and steady and did not stir, so after removing his underwear and his sneakers I stood back to admire tonight’s offering. Yeah he was a bit scrawny and sick looking, looked like he might have a nice size dick, but it was not his body or face I was interested in, I wanted his ass. With little effort I rolled Corey over and kneeled beside him so I could smell his sweet, unused ass. SNIFF!! Yes, a little musky, and I bet it tasted even better. I stood back up, got undressed, hung my suit on my chair, walked into the bathroom and out of my bag pulled a couple of my cotton squares and an index card and a towel. I never knew when I might get a chance to infect an unsuspecting cunt, so I was always prepared. I set my supplies on the floor by the couch, shifted Corey’s right leg to the side so it was dangling off the edge, climbed between his legs, parted his cheeks, and sniffed and licked at his hole. DELICIOUS! As I ate his ass I could feel his pucker twitch and try to pull in like a clam hiding in its shell. Corey barely made a noise as I ate his ass like a fury, my need to infect was so intense now and knowing I had someone beneath me I could use as I willed made my dick drip with cum like acid. It was time for this boy to become a man. I took my right index finger and made sure I gouged his ass ring as I clawed my way in. Corey’s whole body twitched, he moaned loudly, and just in case he decided to wake up, I grabbed the towel, ready to press it over his mouth. I continued to claw at Corey’s ass and his body relaxed, no more moans, no more moving, he was mine. If he had done whatever he needed to do to score money, getting fucked was not it. His assring was tight, so if anything, I bet he had topped men, or maybe sucked dick. Even better. I withdrew my finger, a trail of fresh, hot blood followed, which I scooped up and mixed with a bit of spit to coat my dick. When my dick was nice and wet and sticky, I climbed up on the couch, positioned myself over Tre’s sleeping nephew, lined my dick up with his now torn hole, and gently lowered myself down. Corey’s ass resisted, so I put my full weight on his back, used both hands to spread his cheeks, and pushed with my hips. There was no going back now even if he did wake up as my dick could smell that neg hole and wanted in and I was sure I tore him more as I continued to push in and his pucker gave way. A few loud moans and a couple spasms told me Corey was still alive but hardly kicking as even with me pushing into his ass raw he did not rouse. I took my time feeling the heat from his ass broil my dick while I slid all 9-inches inside. When I was balls deep, I slowly pulled out a few inches and pushed back in, the widest part of my dick opening him up more, his throat letting a small gasp of air escape. My need to infect now was like and army of Titans screaming in my head so I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, 4, 5, 6, strokes and BAM! A steady river of AIDs cum exploded out of my dick and into his neg ass. Holy FUCK! I swear his hole milked me as I came, and as the roar of the Titans should have subsided. They did not and continued to build and build as a second stream spewed right behind the first. While it was not much of a fuck, it was what I need for the moment, so I yanked my dick out hard eliciting another gasp of air from the still knocked out nephew. I sat on the edge of the couch, grabbed one of my cotton squares, and stared in awe and wonder at the reward of my conquest as the bleached white cotton turned red as sin. I got up, made myself a drink, watched Corey sleep for a while and knew when I set my empty glass down I was ready for another round, so I licked my right index finger and started to get that tender hole shredded for more. A few loads later I was satisfied, and the toxic Titans appeased, so I walked into my bathroom and had to smile at the stain of red on my upper thighs and lower torso. Yes, tonight was well worth that $50. Corey was still out, and I still couldn’t rouse him, so I called his Uncle Tre, told him I had to work through the night to finish up for a presentation in the morning, that his nephew was with me and was OK. I grabbed some shut eye on the other couch, awoke a few times through the night to check on Corey, who was still breathing and had barely moved. Whatever the fuck he had taken sure did a number on him. I was up at 5:00 a.m. sharp, had some coffee and breakfast and a clean suit delivered by my assistant who was in at 6:00, and around 6:30 Corey stirred. I was sitting at my desk, reading the NY Times when Corey groaned, moaned, rolled over, sat up, rubbed his eyes, yawned, stretched, and with barely a nod to me stumbled into my bathroom. He did not seem to wonder or care that he was naked, and my suspicions were confirmed from his morning hard-on that he did have a nice dick on him, better than his Uncle for sure. I heard the shower start and a few minutes later I saw Corey standing in the door looking at his hand, and then I noticed what he was holding. Corey had dug around in my bag and found my index card that had his name on it and yesterday’s day - the same index card that had the bloody cotton square on it for my treasure chest that was still damp, red, and covered in the blood from his ass after I fucked him. Corey looked at me, and I’ve seen those looks before – flashes of what they think happened, fear, loathing, excitement, confusion, desire, and need – that in turn made my own need grow again. I rose from chair and calmy walked towards Corey as his face flashed black with anger, his fists clenched at his side. “What…what….did you do?” he asked in a voice that was slightly hoarse. “I didn’t do anything you didn’t want Corey, or need. You need a man to guide you, help you, show you what a father should have shown you, or your piss ass Uncle.” I calmly started to removed my suit as Corey’s eyes watched me. He didn’t move, just stood there with my index card, my treasure, his hands not even trembling. Yes, he wanted it, and needed more, as did I. When I was as naked as Corey was, I walked back to him, put my hands on his shoulders and turned him face first against the door. I pressed my body against his, rubbing my hands up and down his arms, his sides, and then once again spread those ass cheeks to let me in as I thrust my dick into his dry, caked hole. “PULL OUT, PLEASE, I CAN’T TAKE IT, IT HURTS!” Corey pleaded. “It’s supposed to hurt, that way you know you have been fucked like a man, by a man, and connected in a way that no two others can. Let your mind go, embrace what your body is feeling, trust me, this will be the best fucking high of your life and won’t get you locked up. The intense pain, the pleasure, the ecstasy, and when you cum, you will cum with your whole body.” “No stop, please stop,” Corey whined louder. I knew he didn’t mean it, I knew he wanted to feel his ass throb for days afterwards, a reminder of me inside of him, so I gave it to him harder. He was making little sounds like a puppy makes begging for his momma’s teat, so I slid my dick out of his hot ass, turned him away from the door, held his face between my hands and said, “It’s OK to want it, I will give it you more than I already have. Come here.” I eased down onto the floor and laid on my back, my dick rock hard and straight up and coated in fresh blood from tearing his hole open again. Corey straddled my dick and looked into my eyes as I held his hands and guided him down. He threw his head back and let out a big, “AAAAAAWWWWWWW FUCK,” as my dick reentered him and he clenched my hands tight. Corey was still hesitant so I thrust my hips up, burying my dick as deep as I could while Corey let go and dropped his body onto mine. We were once again united. I moved my hips and his body, making the endorphins rush to his brain and whatever pain Corey had felt was now surpassed by pleasure as he started bouncing on my infected dick as hard as he could, his eyes rolled back, his dick flapping up and down with each thrust of our bodies. “You getting close boy? I feel that hole grabbing onto my dick, trying to milk my load out. Is that what you want? Let me hear you ask for it, tell me to cum in you, tell me you want me to breed you, TELL ME YOU WANT TO GET FUCKED LIKE A MAN!!” As I shot gobs of my AIDs laced cum in his hole, I knew he was mine now, just like his Uncle Tre. Some guys feel the need to tell the bottom they are infecting that they are charging them with bio-cum. Not me. Oh they know I bred them, and I know I infected them, but the rest…well words can never truly convey what I just gave them. Corey fell forward onto my chest, panting hard, and as I nestled my still hard dick inside Corey’s cummy, tore up hole, I whispered in his ear, “I think we have come to an understanding yes? I don’t give a fuck what shit you snort, shoot, or take as long as you can control yourself, and if you let me, I can show you how to manage your need – all your needs, including that new one you got scratching at your belly to feel my dick in your ass. More importantly, if you get yourself cleaned up, I think it is time for you to take your right place in your family. You interested? Good, now here’s my plan.” Within 48 hours Corey was a sick as a dog, which his Uncle Tre thought was because he was still detoxing. Well, that was partly true, but I also new my AIDs bomb in his ass had taken, fast and furious, so I stayed with Corey at his place, nursed him through the worst of it, but still continued to fuck him and seed him as I wanted to ensure his immune system was destroyed! Corey got better, he chose to skip any more drugs for now and to focus on pleasing me at the office in every way he could. Time for the next round. Tre had been nagging me like an old woman about Corey and I kept brushing him off, but still made him suck my dick so he would not suspect a thing. It had been about two weeks since Corey had arrived and he had taken to being fucked like a cum hungry slut like a duck to water and had showed some pretty good business skills to boot. I told Tre to come by office around 8:00 p.m., once everyone else had left the office so he could get a progress update on Corey. Right on time Uncle Tre walks into my office, he stops in his tracks, pauses, his mouth drops, his eyes bulge open, and he starts screeching, “What are you doing? Get the fuck off him, get the fuck off him right now!” You see, when he walked in he saw his nephew bent over my desk, naked as the day he was born except for one of my silk ties wrapped around his neck, and me using it like the reins on a horse as I slam fucked his hole raw and with no mercy. I had already cummed in him once, and was working on load number two when Tre walked in, so it was perfect timing. I paused, slid my dick out of Corey’s ass as I backed him away from the desk a bit so only his hands were on the edge now. I walked over to Tre, the funk of his nephew’s hole making my dick all shiny. I grabbed Tre by the back of the neck and said, “Shut the fuck up and get on your knees here and clean my dick. Tatse your nephew’s ass juice!” I looked back at Corey who looked as stunned as Tre and then he got a wicked smile as he watched his Uncle kneel like the dumb cunt that he was and started sucking my dick hard. I let Tre slurp a good minute, then said, “Get the fuck out of that suit or should I play tailor again?” I casually walked back over to Corey and slammed balls deep using his Uncle’s spit for lube. Corey groaned and started trying to ride me as I told his Uncle, “Now crawl over here, wrap those pussy lips around your nephew’s dick, and show him what a good cock sucker you are.” The sounds of Tre sucking his nephew’s dick, and my body slamming Corey’s ass soon filled my office and within minutes Corey was warning us he was going to shoot. “YOU BETTER SWALLOW EVERY DROP OF YOUR NEPHEW’S CUM, YOU HEAR ME! VERY DROP! THAT’S IT – FUCK – I CAN FEEL HIS HOLE PULSING, HE’S CUMMING RIGHT NOW, TASTE IT, LET ME HEAR YOU, TASTE IT – TASTE HIS LOAD!” Hearing Tre gurgling on Corey’s cum sent me over the edge and I blew another load in Corey’s trained hole. Cum and ass juice ran down Corey’s thighs as I pulled out and went into my office’s bathroom to take a piss. I heard a few grunts and angry whispers so took my time to let them work out their family issues. When I stepped back into my office I realized it was all good as Tre was the one now bent over the desk and Corey looked back at me with the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen in my life as he rammed his dick up his Uncle’s ass. I went to my bar, poured myself a drink, sat down on my leather couch and watched the show. Tre looked over at me, his face a mix of shame, guilt, and hunger so I raised my glass to him and said, “I think we can all agree now, time to acknowledge the torch has been passed to a new generation of your family and looks’ like you will always be the family BITCH!”

last year at the folsom fair cumunion party i took 24 loads. 2/3 of those were from men i never even saw.