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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…

I was having some drinks at my local gay bar and went into Grindr where a hot furry muscled guy contacted me, mentioning a nearby sleazy bar with which I somehow wasn't familiar, especially as the sleazy bar was equipped with dark rooms. After a few rounds of trading pics and words, I met up with him and a few other of his lads and wasted no time in seeking out the basement of the sleazy bar. There wasn't, however, much action in the basement, just a handful of middle aged guys waiting for some action to start. Not one to waste time, I knelt down. Immediately my furry muscle guy pulled out his juicy package. He was already leaking precum. I hastily stuffed it into my mouth and start enjoying his dick. His Friend start to lube my arse from behind and he slid into my hole, vigorously fucking me as I worked on his buddy's dick, much to the approval of the audience at the bar. Apparently the guy in my ass was pleased by my hole, as before long he tensed-up, and blew a load deep into my hole. He wasn't one to linger, however, as no sooner had the last load of cum oozed out of his cock when he withdrew and gestured for my hook-up to take over, frankly treating me as if I was a worthless piece of meat. Using his friend's cum as lube, my furry muscle guy slid into my arse bareback, giving me an impressive fuck session. A guy watching our show called out "Yeah, fuck him raw, give him your spunk!" Another observer thoughtfully passed me his bottle of poppers, of which I was happy to make use, particularly when another observer held the bottle as I closed one, then the other nostril to facilitate inhaling the fumes. "Good boy," he remarked as the flush turned my body and face red with lust. After several minutes the top in my arse actually picked me up and directed me into a nearby sling where, once I was situated, he unceremoniously resumed pumping my arse. I was in ecstasy, completely satisfied by how the evening had progressed, when my hook up suddenly grunted "Hope this will bump up your viral load!" With that he froze as his cock fired multiple volleys of cum deep into my hole, the final shot of which seemed to blow even deeper than the preceding shots. When I registered the meaning of his remark, I slid off the guy's cock, turned to him and asked "What are you talking about? I don't have a viral load!" Leaning over, he kissed my forehead answering "Don't worry honey. You'll have a nice viral load real soon." I heard some laughter from the audience. His remark had apparently been overheard. In shame I zipped up my pants, feeling like a shameful, used slut, and left the sleazy bar with two loads in my arse: one anonymous and unknown, and one definitely a poz load.

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…

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.

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.

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.

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…

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

Glad to hear some of you guys have experienced hot raw sex with smaller dicked tops. I am a total top with a 5" cut cock & I use it well. I honestly think that being smaller forced me to pay attention to how to breed and seed with what I got. I get turned down by size queens, but there are so many other hot bareback bottom pigs who don't get hung up (pun intended) onmy size and enjoy how i fuck them. I'm also a multi-cummer. So I also get to dump my loads in a guy and see them leak out. As a raw pig top, it really is so hot to connect with guys who appreciate what I give them.

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I've been to sex parties and had guys I was not attracted to show interest in fucking me. I usually accepted 99% of the time. If that same guy had tried to approach me online, he would have been turned down with 100% certainty. Horniness and seeing the hard cock caused my standards to drop LOL. But seeing the satisfaction on their faces afterwards did make me realize how truly vicious we gays sometimes are with guys who don't meet our criteria and how much sex is psychological. A nice shaped dick rubbing your prostate is a nice shaped dick rubbing your prostate. It really shouldn't matter if it belongs to a twink, bear, older guy or heavier guy. I do have a rule that I do live by with public cruising. If I express an interest in a guy and he doesn't reciprocate, that's fine, but he can't decide moments later when he can't find what he's looking for that he'll "settle" for me. That's offensive to me. I don't turn men away hoping for an upgrade so I don't accept this from guys either. You snooze, you lose.

A guy from BBRT, whose not really my type, has been hitting me up. I didn't really respond to his messages right away. He's smaller than me, versatile and smooth. ugh.. I can be attracted to a variety of men but I prefer big, hairy well hung Top guys. Top guys love man-puss. But this guys messages got me interested. "Would love to rim and fuck your ass!' OK, I love a good eating out. Later he texts "Is your pussy ready for some rimming and fucking?" He came over and was a smaller guy and his cock was smaller than mine too. But true to his word he ate my hole, then fucked it, then ate it, then fucked it some more and went on doing that for a while. When I say "ate it" I mean he sucked on my ass cheeks near my hole, sucked on my pussy lips, tongue fucked me, and licked and spit in my hole to get it ready for his cock. Nice! We did that "doggie style" for a good half hour or so, with him sucking on my hole, moving all the blood and sensitivity there, then plunging his cock in. Made me feel it even more! Damn! Boy did not have a big cock but he knew how to work what he had! We continued in different positions; doggie style, me lying flat on my stomach while he buried his face between my big round ass cheeks, standing bent over, and finally me on my back and his cock as deep as it would go. I like to encourage a guy, "Come on Papito! Fuck my pussy. Shoot you load deep in my cunt!" He suckled on my nipples while he pumped my hole. Got me close. Finally he shot his wad, moaning loudly. I could feel his cock throbbing in me and his load squirting! He fell back panting! He asked if I wanted to cum. I told him it wasn't necessary. Besides my best orgasms are when a cock is in me. So he flipped me over and began eating my hole again, still sloppy with his cum. DAMN this guy loves to eat man-puss, AND really knows how. Ate me till I squirted, with me not even having touched my cock. You never know. Sometimes good things do cum in small packages. Happy jiz filled pussy!

Excellent thread! I'm a complete para (T5, so no movement or feeling below the chest) and actually have a pretty active 'sex on the side'. For me, I get a great 'full' feeling when I getting fucked, and a lot of it is mental for me...it's a great turn on... (Not to mention that my nipples are my pleasure zone, which is why I had them pierced.) I do find the quoted paragraph very familiar though. A few years ago I used to see a guy I met from Gaydar who used to visit me on his lunchtimes for an anon breeding. He always wanted me ready on the bed, blindfolded and lubed for him. Door open, he would come in, undress and fuck me till he came inside my arse..He would then present his dirty cummy cock for me to suck clean, and off he went. We never spoke, I never knew his name or his age. I only ever saw his shoes once! I could pass him on the street and I'd never know. Heck, he could live on my street! It was always a massive turn on for me, but one day he just disappeared from Gaydar and I had no way of contacting him, which was pretty sad really. I have seen plenty of guys, and some are very keen! Maybe this is a little 'niche' fetish? I recall my very first time when I met a guy that I had been chatting to online back in...oh 1997 maybe. I met him at the South Bank Centre in London. We had a coffee and then proceeded to the disabled toilet where I sucked him off and swallowed his cum. I remember he had a very tight foreskin, and was a very nice guy....hooked ever since.

I went to a bookstore about 30 miles from the house last night. This place has large video rooms and fuck benches in a lot of them. I stripped down to tshirt and briefs and left the door open as i watched a trio fucking on the screen and stroking my hard cock through my briefs. Precum started making a wet spot on the front of them and i pulled them down to expose my cock. Two guys came through the open door and i knelt begore them offering my mouth. I alternated between then keeping a hand on one while suvking the other. One said in spanish that he wanted to fuck my ass so i took off my underwear and leaned over the fuck bench showing my lubed ass. Without any more preliminaries he lined his cockhead up against my hole and then shoved all the way in in once quick movement. I gasped at the sudden invasion and relaxed as he bagan fucking. Both of them got verbal as he fucked my bare ass. As he fucked other guys came in the room, some got hard cocks out as they watched and i told them to save their cum for my ass. After the fiirst guy blew a load in me the second guy rammed his cock hard into my ass and really pounded me hard. He was very verbal, calling me a wjore, a slut, a pussy. He had me tell everyone there i was just a hole for them to use. After he came other guys standing around fucked and bred me. One cum slut licked up the cum running over my balls and down my legs. I stayed there until 1am getting fucked by anyone that wanted to use, never once turning around to see who was in me. When i was leaving the 2 clerks called me over and told me i had not cleaned off their cocks after they fucked me so i knelt and willingly licked and cleaned their cocks off. When i left they gave me a double handfull of tokens for the video machines next time.

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

Does anyone else get off on getting fucked by "undesirable" guys - as in guys that most people would assume you wouldn't be attracted to? Or even guys you aren't attracted to other than the cock and cum? Guys that are heavier, or older, or both? Hairier, "lower class," etc. I'm trying to phrase this in as non offensive a way as possible, so I hope I didn't offend anyone.

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

Just an introduction so far. Still working on the filthy parts. Let me know if you want me to continue. --- I had seen them at the bar for a few months now. A Daddy and his boy, always at the same table. I watched from afar, longing for what they had. Daddy Jack, as he was known, was a big bear of a man, at 6 foot 9 inches, over 300 pounds, in his early 60's. Brick shit houses were built like him. His salt and pepper flat top picked up more salt as it blended into his thick beard. More hair could be seen sprouting from his shirt collar and the gap between his cuffs and gloves. He was always in full leathers, just snug enough to show off his body and massive package. He exuded testosterone. Every time he caught me looking he would look back with his piercingly blue eyes. I always looked away first. Once I got up the nerve to follow him into the men's room. He stood at the bar's trough style urinal, a strong golden stream flowing from an absolute snout of a foreskin. I tried my best to act natural, taking only glances at his cock, rather than climbing into the trough and drinking my fill. Mid-way through an epic piss, Daddy Jack cracked his neck twice and then stretched his arms up over his head. I thought I was being subtle with my sniffing, but then I heard Daddy Jack's deep throated chuckle. He roughly grabbed the back of my head, pulling my nose to his pit. Such a wonderful manly mix of musk, leather, and Old Spice. My cock got rock hard fast enough to cut my piss off mid-stream. While boy scott had nearly the same intensity, it was on a different wavelength. A foot shorter, half Jack's age and weight, swimmer's build he was the otter to Daddy Jack's Bear. Well maybe dolphin instead of otter. His head was shaved, and he looked like the razor ran across his scalp more often than his jaw. One night he was even missing his eyebrows, I still wonder what he did to deserve that. He dressed more casually, t-shirt and jeans most nights. This was set off by his chain collar, thick inch long links dipped in orange latex, with a heavy lock. However, scott was no beaten and broken slave, he was his Daddy's boy and proud of it. The pride could be seen in his bearing and the look of quiet satisfaction. Speaking of quiet, I don't think I ever heard him talk at the bar. One hot summer day, I was sitting at the bar bored after work. Not wanting to go home, not wanting to do much of anything. When a massive mitt in a leather glove reached over my shoulder and grabbed my beer. "Hey!" I shouted as I turned around to see Daddy Jack downing the drink in one gulp. He let loose with a massive belch. "Damn carbonation. Come on we're leaving." "But, but," I sputtered trying to make sense of the situation. Putting the bottle back on the bar, he grabbed me by the chin, looked directly into my eyes and growled, "Boy, I said 'we're leaving' now, pop your donkey-clutch get your ass in gear." He confidently strode out of the bar. Not knowing what else to do, I hurried after him and got into the passenger seat of his car. His smell filled the small space; stronger, with hints of cum and smeg. Soon as I buckled up, he took off like he was making a jail break. A couple miles down the road I found my voice again, "Where are we going? ... ... sir?" "We are going home." "Okay?" still not understanding. "Once we get there, scott will poz your boi cunt good, and then we'll kill him." "Wait, WHAT!?"

Ironically I just realized that someones post on one of my favorite bareback sites grew up in the same small town I'm from, two doors from close relatives. Excruciatingly small town that everyone knows everyone ;-) PS - seen lots of people I know on various sites of ill repute but this one I have to admit is kind of a delicious find

I'm steadily overcoming reservations but I am curious, what are the worst bits? Are you constantly sick and unhealthy or can you still be active and do everything you normally do ....but with the added benefit of not caring what cum you take? Step by step getting there. Usually take anonymous loads and tell myself its cool as the guy said he was neg but yesterday sucked my first known poz cock and had a facial. next step is swallowing..... But just curious what to expect and how hard it is to manage?

Sounds like what we are doing already...

Don't stop

This was awesome! You need to find a few more jobs for them to do for you

Mmm, fuck this is getting good . . .

That was an awesome account of your incredible encounter. I do hope you get to take more of this man's loads -and tell us all about them!

I know that if you're a vers guy and you've been fucking others as well as yourself being fucked and your hole smells of a combination of lube, cum, and shit (for whatever reasons), guys around you can become super-sensitive. I say, "SHIT happens!". And I wash off in the showers of Steamworks Toronto. BB sex doesn't always mean a sterile, hospital environment. Come on, rawboyz, this is bare/natural sex! Happy Pride!

holy holy fuck, soooo hot stud. god i love your work

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.

With the push of one small, green lighted button, I engaged the mechanical activities required to reduce my lover's remains to heat and ash. Our brief marriage ended Monday afternoon as his highly compromised immune system surrendered in it's last battle against a virus. I can only trust that you are able to imagine the emotions raging in my own body and mind as I watch him transition from a physical presence to a spiritual force. He left us as he wanted, a proud gay man unafraid of AIDS and the ultimate toll that infection meant. The sudden end to our short union has hit me like nothing else. The reality of the virus that consumed his body and that is wildly replicating in my own alternates between serious oppression and amazing joy. Later today, a small group of our friends will celebrate his life, his spirit and his authenticity. Tomorrow and the days after, I will try to figure out how to live the days of my life in a way that honor all that he stood for. Fiercely queer, proudly POZ and full of humanity, he blazed a path that is quite clear, but difficult to emulate. I committed to him in life and I will be committed to following his path in his physical absence. To all of the other good men who have welcomed HIV into their system, I speak to you. This is not written fully for sadness, though I am sad. It is not written to incite fear, though I have my own fears. It is not written simply to memorialize a magnificent man, though I want others to know him as I did. Rather, I write this, on this site, at this time as a full unfolding of the story that we are all living. Our homosexuality, our relationship with the virus, our own mortality can be summed up in the passing of this man. If you have embraced the virus then embrace your life. Rejoice in how you share your days with this beautiful, intense yet deadly organism. And, as it surely will, when your end of days arrives accept the conclusion you were ordained when the virus first entered your body, mind and soul.

i have no preference because i never suck cock, but i LOVE getting mine sucked my penis is cut/circumcised though.

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!

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

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

Great start.

Nice one! More please

Love how this is starting!

We have been chatting for about six months he lived in San Diego but was going to be visiting Portland. We met on scruff. Early 50s body OK better than average seemed like a nice guy. We decided to meet Thursday afternoon around 4:30pm. I live about 9 miles outside of Portland and on a rainy day like today traffic can be miserable and it looked like I was going to be late, when our appointment time arrived I turned on Scruff to message him. His profile was gone, the asshole blocked me. I'm pissed because my time has been wasted I just spent 30 minutes in traffic and I'm going to spend another hour and a half trying to get home. I decide to try to find him on grindr. I turn on the app and immediately get hit on by a guy. He's 30 years old, 6 foot tall, about 195 pounds. He sent three pics, he is one of the most beautiful man I've ever seen! With reddish hair, built like a brick shit house, he's fucking perfect. I returned the message and tell him I'm about to leave downtown if he wants to play send the address now. He does and I head over. I get to his apartment, we start making out and strip down. He sucked me hard, I ate his beautiful ass and started to fuck him. Looking at that beautiful face I shot a four day load deep into his ass. He immediately started shooting his load all over his abs, I lean down and licked it up. Still laughing that I got dumped by a 3 and wound up with a 10! Hopefully we will play again.

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

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

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

I was in a nude drawing class with a hot older model with a nice body and a cock that was occasionally filling with a little blood. A great change of past models which typically had been a chick with a bush. Needless to say I was horned and all but drooling. After class I logged into Manhunt and started chatting with a hot 40 somthing top and we seemed to hit it off. He said we could play in his office, which was hot in my book. I've served a more than one guy in his office, generally after hours and just something about showing up to take the guy's load, almost as if it was my full-time job to do so hit the spot, at least in my book. I went to his office and found the location, which was off of a black alley, behind a strip of bars, was extremely sketchy. Still when I got the lay of the land I walked behind a dumpster he had described where I met him by an unmarked door, which was the rear entrance for one the bars. The sleaziness of the situation left me sketched-out and nervous, but, being the nasty cumslut that I am I was into the prospects of being tossed onto a dirty mattress right there in the alley and being used, but that's not what happened. Instead, he opened the door and let me into what seemed like the back of a closed restaurant or bar and led me to a back room or office which could have been the setting for a porn video as the room, which was windowless, contained little more than two black leather sofas. He got me a drink from the bar (temporarily closed) on the street-sice of the building. A couple of sips later we were making out and checking out each other's cock - if through our pants. I had begun to unbuckle his belt when he told me to pause so he could get each of us another drink. Returning drinks in hand, he stood in front of me, his crotch right in my face. I downed the drink he offered, and left my head spinning. He also casually mentioned one of his employees was elsewhere in the building, adding the guy was cleaning-up a bit. "I don't mind," I remarked as I pulled his beautiful thick Italian dick out of his pants. His cock was a nice size, and while it was limp I could slurp it down all the way to the base of his cock. Once, however, he was hard, he took my head into his hands, his cock swelling hard the entire time. After a bitg whe he was good and hard he grasped my ears, withdrew his cock from my mouth, and moved over to the desk to retrieve some lube and poppers. I strip down watching him move swinging his rock hard 9-inch cock I swear my ass started to get wet at the sight of it. He walked back sticking it right in my face were and took a big hit of poppers. I sucked his giant low hanging sweaty balls like my life depended on it. He fed me the poppers which sent me into a frenzy allowing me to take my place in the world as a cock sucker and a wet hole. After a few min we hit the poppers again and I fell back on the couch in ecstasy. He followed me climbing and started sucking my 9.5" Greek dick. Guys are always giving me shit about being a bottom with my nice cock but once they get my hole they understand it is what I was made to do. Anyways.... I start thrusting my ass forward putting my legs into the air and he slides his tongue into my ass and eats deep as I moan like a bitch and grind my ass. He gives me the poppers and I lay down in my back ready for that thick cock which hangs over my cock getting lubed up as he positions himself grabbing my legs and touching his cock to my hungry hole. Not even a question of a condom he pushes his fat head piping in slowly all the way and bottoms out and just leaves it there deep as my asshole burns and begins to slowly open up his new fuckhole. After a couple of min there's a knock at the door and he gets up to check it. At this point I am in full whore mode and jump to my knees crawling after his cock sucking it. He opens to the door to his employee who is probably in his late 60s and is surprised to see a hot 20 somthing sweaty and naked on the floor nursing his fat cock he seemed a little embarrassed but I told him that I don't mind if he watched or if he wants to join.. he comes in and sits down at the desk and I get up and strut over the the couch and bend over my guy follows And immediately starts kissing my nect and rubbing me all over. I grab his cock and lead it to my hole and grab his ass as he pushes it in. This time he fucks me hard like the little bitch that I am and I moan accordingly. This goes on for atleast ten min before I collapse forward and turn around and suck all the juices off his dick as he sits down and let's me worship him. He lifts up his cock and shoves me to his balls and starts telling me to suck them calling me a little faggot whore... he tells me that's where my load is coming from so suck them well, being a cock pleaser that I am I asked him where he wanted to shoot it. I knew where I wanted it but who cares what I want.... it's always up to the guy in my option. He tells me "ohh it's going right up that ass". For the first time the old guy at the desks speaks up and says "fuck yes breed that pig" which really got me going. I had totally forgotten he was there. I got up from my knees and turned around so I was facing the old man, took a hit of poppers and sat on the cock all the way down taking It all in my loosened hole and started grinding back and fourth slowly up and down like I was sucking his cock with my asshole the whole time looking that the old man who stared directly into my eyes rubbing his cock through his pants which in the creepiest way which I loved of course. I love being watched it's a HUGE turn on. As the fucking grows in intensity I end up being bent over the desk right in front of the old man who I tell to give me his dick and try to take his pants off and he says no and sort of pushes me away, he just wanted to watch so I figured I'd put on a show I decide to give all my focus to my new daddy and bury my face into the couch which is hot and sticky as is the whole room. He fucks me telling me to take his cock and that he's going to fill my hole like the cumslut that I am. He keeps fucking for what seemed like another 30 min dropping sweat all over me as he worked my ass I feel all the weight from him big sweaty body pushing down on me as he fucks harder ,deeper, faster and unloads with a huge groan thrusting all the way in a massive load deep in me. His cock so hard and deep and I could feel the warmth of his thick load as it squeezed pump after pump where it belonged deep in my cumhole until I came from him hitting my prostate. I have never seen my cock this big before as it shooted. He collapsed on my and we were both drenched in sweat. He pulled his limp cock out of me and it seemed like it kept coming out never ended it was so deep. Once it slid out with out with came a nice blob thick of cum hanging out of my wrecked hole. He took a pic hopefully I can get it and post here! I sucked is cock and balls clean as his eyes rolled back and got a taste of the meal my ass just had. I got dressed, clenched the load in my ass and set off. Later I got a text from the old man (who got my number) calling me a whore ?And that he wanted to piss on my face. I left there and went and went straight to a regular fuck buddy of mines apartment to blow him which I do a few times a week. Much to my surprise he was in a dark mood and fucked me as hard as he could coming in about 5 min until adding another load to my cummy hole. No complaints here . Maybe I'll hang out with that old man next ?

Put out a CL post last night looking for tops to fuck me in my backyard. Already had a few guys that had used me before texting to come over and wanted even more cum up my ads. Anyone that emailed or texted got the address right away ... I'm a slut, I don't care who fucks me as long as their cock is hard. At one point there were 4 guys tagteaming my ads in the backyard and I had their vim dripping down the inside of my legs. Altogether I took 11 loads and cleaned off 11 cocks and never saw one of the guys using my hole.

Got off work today and went home to clean up before heading to a hotel about 20 miles away to meet a black couple that had sent me pics of their cock. They wanted to know if i wanted their faces but as soon as I'd seen their cocks I knew I had to have those monsters inside me. It was a hotel with the room doors outside, cars were driving by not far away, but they had put a blindfold on the door handle with the instructions to come in after I'd stripped naked outside. As soon as I dropped my clothes on the floor I felt hands on my ass and one guy started probing me with his fingers. They pushed me down on the bed and I reached blindly for a cock and felt this huge swinging monster that I started trying to gobble down. All I could think was that this was going to go in my ass and leaving my hole gaping wide lol. The other guy rimmed me and did a fantastic job. Then I felt him working his fingers and lube into me until he had 4 fingers of me. I felt the bed move as one of them handed me poppers and i felt the tip of his cock against my ass. I don't know what poppers they had but my head exploded and I had to have that cock inside me so I pushed against him hard so it was almost like he rammed it up my ass. It hurt but I didn't care and took more poppers as he began to fuck me. He fucked me for a good while while his partner was telling him to fuck that white slut and then he grunted hard and I could feel him sliding easier in me and knew he'd given me a big load. They switched places and I did my best to wrap my lips around his thick cock while his partner gave me more poppers and got behind me to slide into me. Before I left I had 3 big loads in my ass and a promise to call me the next time they were in town.

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

Part II The game was getting more intense now and I just kept on staying and watching. Didn't realize that I had now downed another 3 or 4 beers and really had to go pee again. Went to get up and almost fell on top of the first guy I had met. He grabbed me and held me up. I apologized and told him I guessed I had not been paying attention to how much I had been drinking and it kind of caught me by surprise. I kind of staggered off to the toilet then. I didn't know he had followed me until I got there. He told me he just wanted to make sure I was alright. I really was fumbling trying to unzip my pants and was almost giggling about it. He told me to hold still a sec and reached out and before I knew it he had undone my pants, button and zipper and they almost fell off me as he reached in and grabbed my cock and pulled it out for me. I was so out of it that it didn't even register at first and then I was kind of embarrassed. He let go of me then and I took ahold of myself and was able to mostly hit the hole with my piss. I was so shaky that some missed and got on the seat though and then I just couldn't seem to get my pants back up good and fastened. He, again, took matters into his own hands and tucked me in and did my pants back up for me. For some reason I didn't even notice at the time my cock had started to come up some. We walked back to the table, mostly him walking and me staggering badly by now. I must have looked pretty funny and some of the guys there had huge grins on their faces and a couple laughed when I almost missed the seat sitting down. I was a little red in the face I am sure and grabbed my beer there and took another drink hoping the cold would just help a little or something. I started watching the game again but found myself almost slipping off of the seat now. I finally gave up and sat on the ground. I turned to place my beer on the seat then and from this vantage point I now could see behind the table and the two guys from earlier were in plain sight now. I am sure my eyes bugged out and they were both now completely nude it seemed and were in a 69 position. From my point of view, from the side actually of them, I could see they both had their cocks in each others mouths and were really gulping on each other. I just sat and stared. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of them for a while and then as I was watching, one of them grabbed the others legs and lifted them up and apart. I saw him then licking the guys balls and then his tongue kept on going until I could tell he was licking his hole. As I watched he got more and more spit on that hole and then I could tell his tongue was actually going into it some and the other guy had quit sucking him and was now moaning and telling him how great it felt. I was mesmerized. What the hell?

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My hole is still sore from a good fucking I got last night. I met a cute, tall, stocky Latino guy in his mid 30s online and we've been trying to get together for weeks. Finally made it happen last night after work. I took the subway over to his place and we had a few drinks - bourbon on ice for me, rum and Coke for him. Busted out the pot and we each took a hit or two. I hadn't had dinner so it all went to my head really fast. We drunkenly made our way to the bedroom and got naked. Made out for a little bit, but then he stopped and said "Man, I really just want to get my dick in your ass." Told him that was fine. He has a fat, uncut tool with a huge head. He handed me a bottle of poppers and I took a really long draw off them while he lubed me up, roughly fingering my tight hairy hole with Gun Oil. Then next thing I knew he had thrust his whole hog into me in one go. I was pretty high so the rest of the night is a blur of pain and pleasure from his rough fucking. He manhandled me a bit too, taking swats at my ass and throwing me around the bed a bit. Eventually he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up, then held my head down with one hand while he plowed me faster. I was moaning incoherently into his pillow, biting down hard on it as his thick member wrecked my hole. Finally he let out a string of profanity and I felt a warm gush as his poz undetectable cum flooded my ass. He then rolled me over onto my back and fingered his load deeper into me while I stroked myself into a throbbing orgasm, flying high on booze, pot and poppers. It was so worth the headache I woke up with this morning.

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 3) Marc sucked on his boyfriend’s huge phallus. Little did he know, shortly before that, Josh had fucked another slut in the darkroom - unprotected. He had banged the shit out of an 18 year old teen-bitch and now he was sitting at the table with his buddies surrounding him and Marc lapped along the huge piece of flesh, cleaning the ass juices up from another filthy slut. They all laughed, when Marc made a concerned remark of the bloody streaks on Josh’s dick, but the twink under the table was either not so bright, inexperienced or simply tried his best to keep Josh satisfied. Two guys were still up to shoot their cum into the young Marc. They told Josh they needed to take a piss – and they asked if his new boyfriend could assist them. ‘Finding the loo?’ Marc thought. “Seems like I am spotless down there. Nice…. yeah take him with you and have fun” Josh said almost carelessly. Marc was a bit confused. Was there something he had said or done? “Be nice to my friends. Don’t come back complaining about them. I hate it if my lovers are causing more problems. You are here to solve problems. To make me and my buddies happy…. that’s your job,” Josh added. “Will you be here when I come back?” Marc timidly asked. “Yeah…. well maybe I will wander around bit and check out if I can see other guys to bump into. Don’t worry. I'll find you and then we will look for a cozy place…. so I can use your tight hole and…. make love to you and shit like that." Josh and his friends laughed hysterically. “Now run along with my two friends and don’t forget to make them happy too.” On the way to the toilets Marc saw the big bulges in the pants of the two guys, and he was sure they wanted to blow a load or two. Still Marc thought he might be able to avoid executing other blow jobs, so he undertook to convince them that he really should be with Josh, especially as he wasn't sure it was right for him to get mixed-up with them. Both of the guys listened to Marc's agreement, but continued walking me to the toilets. From time to time they grabbed their crotches to adjust their dicks. I sighed. Then we arrived at the urinals. “You know Josh is a great guy, with a big dick. You think you can handle that?” the second guy asked me that, while he took a good and long piss. “Well… we will have romantic sex…. lots of kissing. Slowly…. lovingly…..” Marc assured them. Both guys stared at each other and then started to laugh out loud. They couldn’t stop laughing. “Oh no boy! He is rough and likes it rough. If you fail to accept his dick in one stroke, then you will be history, that’s for sure. Do you understand that?” the latter asked, who also emptied his bladder. “I will never be able to take his dick in one stroke” I mumbled, more to myself. “Yeah, we know…. but we want to help you. We would be willing to open you up a little bit, you know? “You want to…. fuck me? Can’t I just suck you?” I asked them sheepishly. “This wouldn’t help you much with your problem, huh - getting Josh’s monster cock into your tiny little hole, in one smooth motion” both giggles insanely. Marc nodded slowly. “Believe us, it is better this way. Josh will be impressed, when you suck his cock into your body with your cunt, without flinching. He is a nice guy and he is trying so hard to find the right partner.” the guy with the dark hair chuckled. “Let’s get together into this stall and we will open you up with our dicks – you can decide, which one of us can shred your ass first” he said. “Don’t be too hard on me please” I answered, while walking into a stall first. “It is no use fucking you softly. Josh will wreck your asshole. We need to bang you the right way, so you get used to the pain and open up more… are you so fucking stupid to understand that?” the red head roared. “Stop fussing about it and pull your pants down a bit” he ordered me and someone of them closed the door behind us. I stood there, facing a side wall and fumbled at my buttons to open my pants. Both gents opened their zippers only and pulled their cocks out. They asked me, which one should fuck him first. I looked over my shoulder and said the red head could try to open me up a bit. He grinned triumphantly to his friend and moved behind me. I had revealed my ass. “Bend over a bit and hold your ass cheeks apart. I am a nice guy you know” he spit on his dick: “I will give you my spit even, so it is easier for your dry hole” he panted. I clenched my teeth, while the guy behind me rammed his 7 inch cock into my asshole without stopping once. I thought he would rip my ass apart. His friend cheered him on, while he jacked-off slowly. “Please – go slowly…. you are hurting me” I whispered. “Shut up” he snarled and started fucking me like a rabbit which made me yelp in pain. “You know, we will also deposit our junk in your pussy. This way you got even more lube up your ass…. what do you say, hm?” he asked me breathlessly. “No… please. Don’t cum into my ass. I am scared….. are you tested?” I wailed. “Yeah sure I am tested you bitch and now hold still. I want to enjoy my ride….. ayyeeeee…. whore.” For the moment I calmed down. I was scared of hiv and other sexual transmitted diseases. I didn’t realize, he just told me he got tested. But he never claimed the results. “Bend down more…. I want to ram my cock deeper into you” he forced himself deeper between my cleft. Meanwhile he started pinching my nipples. It hurt so much, because he turned and twisted them around brutally. “Yeah…. whore….. *grunt* you like my cock….. hmmm….. oh…. you are so tight” he moaned. I felt he was speeding up and so I begged him again not to shoot into me. I offered him, I would take his dick ass to mouth and swallow his cum. There was no response, just his heavy breathing and then all of a sudden he rammed his dick deep into me and stopped abruptly. I felt his hot breath on my shoulders and then I felt gush after gush erupting into my bowels and I sighed deeply. “Oooooh yeah bitch…. oh – man…. I am still shooting my hot load into you. Can you feel it bitch?” the raid head guy closed his eyes and enjoyed his orgasm before he slowly pulled out. My breathing was stagnant, but before I could calm down the second guy was at my hole and stabbed into me without further ado. “Noooooo “ I shouted desperately, but he covered my mouth with his right hand and hissed to shut up immediately. This guy was a bit thicker, than the other one, and had maybe 8 inches. Of course Josh would be another challenge, but right now I was in severe pain, taking my second cock up my arse tonight. I was almost grateful for the deposit of cum now. It made all really easier for me. Both guys looked at each other, when they recognized my ass moving to meet the fucking motion of the black haired guy. “Look at this bitch. You enjoy taking dicks. I knew it from the beginning, that you are a dick taking whore” he grunted while he fucked me with more enthusiasm now. I moaned loudly. It felt good to get fucked. I am totally into dicks, it just bothered me, that my good reputation was at stake. As long as no one saw me, sucking and fucking around tonight, I should be safe. My hands pulled my cheeks further apart to give my fucker more access to my hole. “Fuck me…. fuck me harder….” I encouraged him and outside at the urinals guys enjoyed listening to the action, which went on in our stall. This guy for example, made no noise at all when he came. He shuddered only a bit and then I knew he was loading my ass for the second time that evening. When he pulled out of my ass, I felt empty and I couldn’t move for the moment. I was so horny right now, but there was also the feeling of being cheap and common. My boyfriend was sitting outside, waiting for me to return and what did I do? I enjoyed being fucked by another guy, who was a total stranger to me. “Don’t tell Josh, that I was so willing…. okay?” I begged them softly. My legs were slightly apart and I felt the cum dripping out of my hole and running downwards along my legs. This was so embarrassing. “Well, don’t worry about it too much. If he loves you, then he won’t mind you, being a cock-addicted whore” the red head said. He unlocked the door and closed his pants while walking outside. The other guy just looked at me with cold eyes and closed his pants also. He went out without saying a word. My heartbeat was racing. I slowly pulled my pants up. I had to find Josh…..

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