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Just another wasted youth (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “How old are you bitch?” I asked him, while pulling his nipples through his t-shirt. “18” he moaned. “I turned 18 two days ago” “Aaawwww… and now we seem to be your gift” I smiled. The boy smiles back at me. “Keep yourself dizzy bitch” I encouraged to sniff at the poppers bottle as often as he could. “Enjoy your ride to hell” I stated and my buddies and I laughed loudly while we held this twats body up. “Wouldn’t you enjoy to get fucked by everyone in this darkroom?” I whispered. “Imagine all the cocks getting hard, just because of your cute butt” “They sure would enjoy pounding your sweet loyal cunt” my mate grunted. “I don’t know” the youth replied. “You guys got big dicks…. I am horny for big dicks tonight” he replied. “A true bottom should never refuse a hard cock – not on a night like this” I tried to persuade him. “I love my boyfriend… I don’t want to cheat on him” said the twink who just got his ass fucked by totally strangers. “You are not… tonight your boyfriend isn’t here. You miss him so much, that is why you allowed us to plow your ass….” I talked to him soothingly. “It is your boyfriends fault. He should have been here with you at your birthday party. But don’t worry about it, no one needs to know, that you are a greedy little ass cunt.” The guy behind the twink had his hands on the youths shoulders and fucked him high speed. “Yeah…. it is all *grunts* his fault. He should have been here with me, instead of working for his company…..oooooh - I got needs” he moaned. “Yeah and let the guys here fulfill your needs just for tonight. Tomorrow your boyfriend will get to love you anyway and you love him, but tonight we are here to please your cunt” “Doesn’t it feel good to have a big cock up your ass, jamming your tight entrance…. give us the chance to make you feel good. Let’s make you the star of this night… let all the guys here fuck your ass…. just so, because you can do it…. and you do it so good baby.” I whispered those words into his ear. “Don’t reject anyone… see every cock as a present for you to set a new world record in getting charged up in one night – don’t be a fool to let this chance pass you by….” I continued to talk him into. “You don’t even have to look at the guys. Just stay here, look at the wall and imagine your ass a deposit for cum. Take another whiff….. Yeah….. imagine you are just a hole to us. Help us to get off…. into your sweet little body.” “Oooooh fuck…. your cock feels so good…..and maybe I should let you all fuck my pussy – but only tonight” the lad agreed. “Yeah – only for tonight slut” I answered satisfied. “And only with condoms….” he insisted. This was ridiculous. There he was – a totally drunk teen and buzzed up with poppers and still he had the audacity to demand safe fucks? I sighed deeply and looked at our third mate, who would have been the next to fuck this toad. “Sorry man… then you can’t fuck him with your 12 incher” I winked at him. “Man…. what the fuck….?” he complained. “You know his dick is so huge and thick… he has really problems finding condoms which would fit him.” I explained to our target. He peered at the next cock and seemed to be mesmerized. “Ooooooh *sighs* your cock is fucking beautiful. I have never seen a real dick being so thick and long” he moaned. “And do you see how much he looked forward to demolish your hole? Look at the streams of precum, dripping to the floor already.” I brought his attention to my pals Gono infection. But he was so swept away, that he really didn’t draw the conclusion or maybe it was simply too dark. He asked instead if he could lick his ‘precum’ away. “Of course” my friend said and while still getting fucked up the ass, the lad bent a little to the side and started sucking his fag beater. After only two minutes he got up again and asked my mate ‘Are you okay?’ “I feel great….” my pal replied. “No I mean, are you healthy……?” he mumbled under the influence of the alcohol. “Yeah faggot. Don’t worry I am clean” he lied stealthily. In the meanwhile the second fucker reached his orgasm and ejaculated the second high POZ load flooded the boys’ sewer. “Okay…. then fuck my ass raw.” he whispered. “What?” my mate answered as he was hard of hearing. “FUCK ME RAW” the twink shouted. “Gentlemen…..this twink just turned 18 two days ago and he is willing to accept the gift…. Please…..make sure you make room to those who are willing to share…..” I exclaimed. “You want to get charged up, right?” I asked him loudly. “Yeah man, charge me up with your dicks” he moaned. “I didn’t hear you?” I teased him. “OH FUCK….. GIVE ME YOUR COCKS….. *moans* CHARGE ME UP PLEASE!” he almost cried out. In no time we had a nice crowd of guys gathering around to take part at this spectacle. While our last friend started penetrating the boys’ hole, the twink moaned in pleasure and pain. 12 inch of hard cock meat worked his way up the lads’ ass cunt. “Ooooooh yeah…. this is it….. fuck me…. FUCK….. batter me with your huge dick” he begged. “Don’t worry pups…. I will fuck you hard and give you all I got…..” he snickered.

Virgin POZ Night (Part 1) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** I was strolling around my favorite bath house, when a booth awakened my attention. A note was pinned at the door: ‘Virgin POZ night’ was written in bright red letters. ‘Don’t wake the sleeping beauty’ was added. I heard there was some heavy breathing going on in the booth, but I had the feeling, that only one guy was in it, jacking off. There was no moaning from another party or so. So after a couple of minutes the door was unlocked and a guy I knew so well left the both, with his pants still open and a hard cock sticking out of it. Next to the door was a little blackboard and he drew a line and then left without even noticing me. I could see five marks already. ‘Nice’ I thought and entered the little booth. A blonde twink was laying with the front of his body downwards a short bench. I guess he must have been 18 or 19 the most. He was body was fixed with a strap tightly around his chest and around his lower back. He wouldn’t able to make a move – not an inch, but he was obviously asleep or knocked out more likely. His head was hanging down on one side of the bench. On the other side his cunt was leaking some cum. He had been used for quite a while it seemed. I was drawing a line on his sweat covered back. He shivered….. His hands had been tied to his back. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself, if he would be awake. His body was flawless. Not a single hair could be seen between his ass cheeks. “Beautiful…” I mumbled. I closed the door and locked it behind me. *Click* “Hmmmm… hm…..” he moaned and shook his head a little bit. “What…. where…. am I” he whispered. I was standing right behind him looking down at this young guy who seemed to regain consciousness. “Hello…. is there…. *sigh* is there someone….?” his voice was so soft. “Hey there” I said with my low voice, not getting myself into his view yet. “Sir… my head is spinning. I can’t move…. where am I” he asked slowly. It seemed like the thoughts he had formed slowly the sentences I heard. I didn’t know what to reply. I was sure he wasn’t suppose to know in which town he was or even that this was a biohazard bath house. “Could you…. please…. help me to get up? he stammered. While hearing the twinks soft voice I started massaging the lump in my jeans. “Uuuuugh…. I don’t feel good….. *sighs again softly* … my head is spinning” he sniffed. “Well how did you get here?” I asked with a worried tone. “Uuuuhm….I…. hmmmm….. I don’t know” he mumbled. “I just came around by accident and heard you moan – I came to see if everything was alright” I lied to him. “Are my hands tied Sir? I can’t move them…. could you please untie me?” “Someone handcuffed you behind your back….” I described to him. “Hmmmm…. ooooh…. hrmpf….. my ass is hurting so much. What is happening here? Please… can you open the handcuffs, please Sir” he begged. His head was still hanging down. He didn’t have the strength to raise it by himself. I walked around him and stroked him softly his hair. “Well… I can’t see the keys….” I made some noises like I was looking for a key. Then I grabbed his head and yanked it up violently. I pressed my groin area against his face. *Oooomph* His head had no chance to escape. I pressed my bulge against his him and he wailed a bit. “Can’t…. breathe….” he moaned in panic. “Open your mouth wide then – I am trying to help you here young man!” I exclaimed. The silly twink did just that and opened his mouth widely only to get more of my bulge into his stupid mouth. He tried to yank himself away, but that way he would just sprain his neck and I knew his pain, especially in the back of his neck would be extreme by now. He expelled his hot breath against my crotch. I could feel him fighting for breath, while I almost dry humped his face through my jeans. Then I moved away from the helpless boy. “No keys here…. no nothing….” I hissed. “Then….*gasps for air* please… do you got a mobile phone?” he asked me. “Please… call my parents. Tell them to pick me up.” he almost cried by now. “Calm down lad. Everything will be fine.” I tried to reassure him, that everything was alight. I crouched in front of him and he whispered his mom’s mobile phone number. I couldn’t almost understand every digit, but after I repeated I made sure I would safe this number. In expectation that I would call his mother immediately he gathered all his strength and lifted his head up again. He could only see my body up to my waist and didn’t understand what I was doing. I unbuttoned my jeans slowly and enjoyed to see the terror in his eyes rising. “You really don’t know why you are here, eh” I cackled gleefully. “You are the hole…. A hole for toxic dicks” I explained his fate to him. “Five guys have already fucked you up and now you will get the sixth viral load up your tight asshole” I smiled. “Wait – let me make a picture for your mom… one before…. and one after I POZ fucked you” I said coldly. “Smile for your parents…. smile for your mom” I grinned…

Feeling sick, high fever, headache, sweating...maybe sluttiness has caught up to me? horny af though. Heading to baths

Part 6: Epilogue / Conclusion (One year later…) “I need to be heading out. My client wants me to get there about 6.” “Well, come give us a kiss before you go.” Kirk called back. Calvin tossed his overnight bag down by the front door and walked into the kitchen where his two boyfriends were sitting. It was mid-terms so they had both had to cut back on clients this week so they could study. School, of course, was not something that Calvin had to worry about. He didn’t mind anymore though. Why anyone willingly sit and read a book or listen to some professor go on and on and on? The hotel he had been working at the year before had been happy to let him go without fuss when he told them he was quitting. Probably saved them from having to fire him. His old boss had rented him once though and gave him a good hard fuck. Said he was glad Calvin had finally found a job that fit his skill set. He had never heard from his father, but his mother had sent him a letter a month ago or so. Saying she missed him. Saying she was trying to get his father to relent. Calvin hadn’t replied yet. He kept thinking he should have Evan or Kirk help him write a reply… he just kept forgetting. Even his romantic life had worked out better than he could have ever thought. Evan and Kirk were adamant that they were not a couple before he had moved in. Just friends with benefits. But somehow, when Calvin moved in they had all ended up in a relationship together. Somehow they all complimented each other in a way that just seemed to work. “This booking is an all-nighter in a hotel, isn’t it babe?” Evan asked. “Yep. So don’t wait up!” Calvin winked. “You dirty little slut.” Kirk teased “That’s why you love me.” “True. Well, get going then… but I’ll have breakfast waiting for you when you get home in the morning. And some of that special sauce you love so much.” Calvin stepped from the taxi he had taken to his appointment. He never drove anymore Just so many things to have to remember and keep track of. Kirk and Evan had been terrified the first — and only — time they had been in the car with him behind the wheel. They were pretty adamant that he should never drive again. He stopped in the lobby restroom to go pee before going up to the hotel room. His client hadn’t mentioned that fetish so he thought it was better to just get it out of the way. The restroom was empty except one other man. One nondescript man. Neither short not tall. Average build. A face that could be young or old or both or neither. Calvin stopped in his tracks. He knew this man. This was the stranger. From the party. Over a year ago. Before everything changed. This was the man who had changed him somehow. Calvin’s memory was not what it had once been. But he remembered the stranger’s name: Seb. Calvin was unable to move. His pulse was racing. His body sweating. A rabbit trying to stay still, desperately hoping the wolf doesn’t see him. But Seb saw. He turned towards Calvin and frowned. “I know you. I never forget a face. Particularly not a mortal I’ve feasted on. And I can see I’ve feasted on you.” He paused. “Ah yes. I remember. You were a little morsel I picked up on the side. The smart boy. Or you were smart back then anyway.” Seb circled Calvin. Stalking. “So what have you been up to, I wonder? I usually watch what happens after I feast but I had bigger fish to catch at the time so I never got around to checking up on you. You don’t mind if I look through your timeline, do you? Of course you don’t.” Seb’s eyes shifted for moment, as if he were looking at something in the distance, before looking back to Calvin. “Well, well, well. What an interesting year you’ve had. You’ve gone from a straight genius virgin with a promising - albeit lonely - future to a (if you forgive me for saying) not-too-bright gay whore. I guess I do good work even when I don’t try. Yay me.” Calvin’s eyes, the only thing he could move, followed the circling stranger. “I could change you back, you know.” Seb mused. “Would you like that? I could even take you back to that very moment. Make this whole year go away. Give you your intelligence back, your family back, your future back. I’ve just been feasting on a silly Mormon boy who thought his god would protect him from ‘evil’… so I’m in a particularly good mood. Say the word and I’ll give your old life back.” The restroom blurred. Or, rather, it seemed like two different rooms were overlapping. The hotel restroom and the toilet where Calvin had met Seb a year before. A choice. Calvin’s heart beat faster. His mind was working. For the first time in over a year, he could think. REALLY think. And, with a word, he could have his old life back. Everything he had once been. But… He had a new life now. He had Evan. And Kirk. And sex. Lots and lots of sex. He was happy in a way that he had never been when he was smart. He could have his old life or his new one. Not both. A choice. “No. Please don’t.” “No? Are you sure?" Seb feigned surprise. “You do understand that there will be pain, and loss, and sorrow in your future either way you go? You won’t always be a young and beautiful creature with men giving you money to savour a bit of your flesh. And the virus in you will progress and take its toll. Your health and looks with fail. So I ask again, a final time: are you sure you don’t want that other life back? Intelligence, money, comfort?” “No. The cost for that old life is too much. It’s not worth even a year with Evan and Kirk.” “Very well then. Keep your new life.” But Seb frowned. There was something that didn’t add up. How did these two young men, selling themselves for cash, suddenly fall in love with his little plaything? It seemed so out of character for them. And then Seb saw it. Both men, Evan and Kirk, bore signs of his touch. His particular handiwork was imminently recognisable. But he had never met either of them. So… how? When? “Ah. Of course.” Seb couldn’t help but laugh. He turned back to Calvin. “You and I have been destined to bump into each other again today. Apparently, I’m in an even better mood right now than I thought. So let me give you a parting gift.” Seb reached out into the timeline. The human concept of cause and effect was so limited. Flawed. He pitied them for their existence inside of time. There. The first meeting between Calvin and his two boyfriends. And their reunion a few weeks later. He knew exactly what changes to make. Where to touch and nudge. Because he had just seen the after-effects of his changes. With his touch, his little edits, they both fell in love with Calvin. Wanted to be with him. Protect him. So the year could proceed as Calvin remembered. And the future as Seb himself could already see. It was, of course, a bit of a violation of the Laws that bound his kind: neither Evan or Kirk had consented nor had they ever been cursed by another mortal. Oh well, never let it be said that a demon can’t do a good deed once in a while. “Now, you truly have been a delicious diversion. Twice. Thank you! But I have real work elsewhere and so I leave you to the life you have chosen.” Calvin blinked. He was back in the hotel restroom. Alone. He could move freely. For just a moment, his old intelligence lingered. Then faded. Gone forever. But he was… content. A year ago his life was structured and controlled by his dad. Then it had gone spinning out of control the day he met Seb. Now? His life may not be perfect, he might not be perfect, his future might not be perfect… but it was his choice. He had, for at least that moment, taken control. Chosen his past and his destiny. He quickly took the pee he had come into the restroom for before heading for the hotel elevator. He had a client waiting. And Evan and Kirk waiting for him at home in the morning. - END -

What's going on here? I think I'm missing something ...

(This is a semi-true account of my recent bathhouse excursion. Yes, I am 23. The inner struggle described is real. If you want to help bring out my inner slut, DM me. I lurk on here way too much, and want to live out some of my fantasies with a truly dom top.) Also, this is my first story on here. Would love feedback on what worked and didn't. I don't have much experience writing stories. (pic of my body) Finals were over. Fuck was I glad. This past semester was super hard. All my classes were so boring and a lot of my friends were graduating, so everyone was on edge the entire time. Whatever, at least it’s over. To reward myself, I planned on getting high and going to the bathhouse to get fucked. You’d think that being 23, smooth with a tight body and well defined 6-pack would get you a lot of dick in college, but a lot of guys on campus usually chicken out. So I waited until classes were done to make up for all the dick I should have gotten. It was Friday night and most of my friends were out getting drunk to celebrate summer. Boring! Instead I shaved my hole, douched, and got ready to go to the bathhouse. I saved a couple pills of E from a rave I went to, and I was determined to get high and get my ass destroyed. “But...no bareback,” I repeated over and over again. “Promise me you’ll make guys use condoms,” I repeated. I was determined to minimize the after-fuck guilt and scare. I love feeling raw dick slide into my hole. I love having the shaft rub my Gspot and make me moan. And I especially love feeling the cock spasm as the top shoots his warm cum in my ass. I love all these things! BUT, I always work myself into a frenzy afterwards. I would do myself a favor and use condoms, so I won’t freak out the day after. “Condoms only!” I committed I finally got to the bathhouse. I timed the pills so they would kick in by the time I got the bathhouse. I got a locker, undressed and wrapped a towel around my tight, jock body. I was shivering from nervousness. As much as I love sex, doing it with random strangers still scares me a bit. Being a hypochondriac and cum slut isn’t the best combination. Oh well, that’s why I took the E. I got in the hot tub to relax a bit. There were a lot of guys here tonight I noted. After a few minutes, I got out to walk around. In the first hallway, I walked past a room with an open door. Inside was a pretty well-built daddy, probably in his late 40’s. He motioned me in. I acquiesced. “You are really sexy,” he told me. “Thanks. So are you,” I responded. I got on my knees and sucked his nice 7-inch cock. After several minutes, I got his cock rock hard. By now, the E had fully kicked in. In fact, I think I took too much, because I was getting a bit disoriented. My body was tingly all over, and my thoughts raced. My vision was going in and out, but I was still focused on his cock. The fit daddy pointed to the bed, and my inner submissive whore hastily obeyed. I got on my back and lifted my legs up, exposing my smooth hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube, squirted some on his cock, and rubbed some on my hole. He walked closer and lined his cockhead to my hole. “Um, can you please use a condom,” I weakly asked. The top frowned, but he nodded his head. He went to his bag and grabbed a condom. “Suck my dick some more, baby,” the daddy commanded. I quickly gobbled up his cock. Good job I thought to myself. Way to stick to our agreement of no BB. Within a few minutes, his cock was hard again, getting past the fact that he had to wrap it up. He ripped the wrapper and rolled on the condom, lubed up his cock, and approached my hole. I was on my back again and saw his face. The face of intent. His body glistened with manliness. I could never get this back at my college campus. This much man. This much experience and dominance. I was in bliss. He slowly pushed in. My hole wasn’t used to condoms, so it really hurt. The daddy was slow though. He added more lube and kept pushing. After about 5 minutes, he still hadn’t made much progress. “You’re really tight,” he whispered in my ear with his cock still pressed against my hole. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been a while...are you neg?” I asked “Why does it matter” he retorted with annoyance, “I’m wearing a condom.” Don’t even think about asking him to fuck you raw! I screamed at myself. Come on slut! You know you want it. You play coy, but you and I know you’re going to let him fuck you raw, I urged myself. What’s another night of bareback. You’ve earned it. You got a 4.0 this quarter. Reward yourself with raw cock. “Hey, maybe you can just tease my hole without a condom for a bit.,” I meekly said. The daddy stood back up and his face brightened up. In his smile, there was a tinge of darkness. He was going to fuck me raw and load me up. He knew this, and I knew this. “Ok, baby,” he responded. He quickly threw off the condom. Then he spit on my hole and rubbed his cock up and down. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. The hot daddy saw this and pushed his cock into my hole. “We really shouldn’t. Please don’t fuck me raw,” I unconvincingly pleaded. My voice was so soft and weak that both of us knew I didn’t mean it. He kept pushing. I moaned. Skin on skin feels so good. A few moments later, he was inside. I felt his warm cock pulsating. I looked at him. Any bit of care and tenderness was wiped from his face. In their place was pure lust. He looked at me with animal eyes. Even his breathing changed. His breaths were now grunts. He slid his cock halfway out and then rammed it back in. His slow rhythm was in perfect sync with his grunts. His cock was rubbing my hole in all the right places. I was moaning so loudly. I knew the whole bathhouse could hear me, but I was too high and in too much pleasure to fucking care. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my cock” he said to me. “Ugh yeah, please fuck me! Your cock feels so good!” I moaned. He pulled his cock all the way out, slapped my hole, and then shoved it back in. His sweat dripped on me. His odor flooded my senses. I was enveloped in this god’s aura. He varied his pace for a few more minutes before flipping me over. I backed myself up furiously on his raw cock. My body felt like electricity from the E. He slapped my ass and then grabbed my hips to gain control. He pounded my ass for what felt like hours. I was in slut heaven. Then without warning, he pulled out and stepped away. I turned around, showing him desperate, pleading eyes. Even with my impaired vision, I could see the sweat that glistened on his body. His masculine stance with huge arms flexed on either side. He was breathing heavily, sign of the work he’s been putting in. “Please fuck me, sir. Your cock feels so good. I really need it,” my depraved self pleaded. “I’m getting close, boy. I’m about to bust my load, “ he responded,“If I keep fucking you, I’m going to breed you. I’m not wasting my load on your bac.,” I didn’t say anything. I was paralyzed by conflict. I was paralyzed by how good his cock felt. I was paralyzed by how much I wanted his load inside my hole. Not waiting for my response, he flipped me on my back and shoved his cock inside me. “Ohhhhhh fuckkk yes,” my mouth finally vocalized. He took my ankles and pushed them way back. He had a perfect view of my hole. But instead, he fixed his gazed on my face. As he pounded my hole, he said to me, “I’m going to breed your hole boy. Fill your guts with my warm seed. My hot seed.” The room was filled with guttural noises and animal instincts: Cock in and out. Sweat dripped. In. And out. Grunting. Bam. Bam. Bam. In. And Out. Grunt. Moan. “Please spit on me. Make me your bitch,” I pleaded as I sniffed in more of his scent. He scoffed at me. His eyes were filled with disgust. Here is a dumb bitch asking to be spit on taking raw cock. The same dumb bitch that pretended to want condoms. The same bitch that is high out of his mind. Disgust swirled in his mouth and he quickly spat on my face. Then, BAMMM he smacked my face with all his might and I lost my breath due to the shock and pain. He grabbed my face and turned me to face him. “Beg me for my seed, you dumb bitch,” he demanded. “Beg me to breed your cunt.” FUCKING BEG HIM, YOU WHORE. I screamed to myself. “Please, sir. Please breed me,” I managed. “Yeah? You want it? Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want,” he urged. “Your hot load. Please fill me up. I want your cum,” I said with more strength. “Oh fuck yeah, boy! I’m going to fill you up with my load,” he continued. “Yes!! Fuck me. Fuck your poz load into me,” I moaned. He stopped fucking me and said, “Poz load? Who said I was poz?” I came out of my haze and sheepishly smiled at him. “Sorry.” “Oh so you’re a fucking chaser aren’t you? You sick, dirty fuck. I bet you want poz loads, huh? I bet you want my dick to flood you with venom.” I could tell this was really turning him on. He picked up his paced. He was really railing me now. “You’re going to get my poz load. I’m going to fill you up with my sick dick,” he yelled. “Yes, fill me with your poz load! I need it! PLEASE!” I exclaimed. My inner slut was out. “Fuck yeah, boy!” the hot daddy exclaimed. And with that, he thrusted into me hard. His whole body was shuddering as he half collapsed on top of me. “Ohhhh fuckkk,” he grunted. I felt his cock pulsate in my hole. Moving up and down slightly. Then I felt warmness inside my hole. With each pulse, my hole felt warmer and slicker. I had milked this hot daddy for his man juices, and I felt so proud. Despite all the inner turmoil, I loved the feeling of being bred. The danger and risk. The weight as the top presses down from pleasure and exhaustion. I loved everything about it. After a few minutes, the top composed himself. He slowly slid out of my hole, and just gave me a smirk. “Thank you, sir,” I offered. “You’re welcome, slut,” he returned. He pushed me over to make room for him on the dirty mattress. I rested in his arms for some mandatory post-coital cuddling. He said that was hot and asked how old I was. “23,” I said. “Fuck, such a slut at such a young age.” “Hahah, yeah I watch a lot of porn and read some pretty angular erotica,” I said. “Angular erotica...hah!” After a few minutes, I got restless. I was still rolling hard from the E and now that I have fully abandoned safety, I was intent on getting more dick. I got up and wrapped my towel around my waist. I thank him again, and made my way for the door. I paused and turned to face him one last time. “Are you actually poz?” I asked . “Maybe,” he said coldly. I just smiled and exited the room. My body still pulsating from the E. If only my professors and friends could see me right now; I thought to myself, the control freak that asks smartass questions in class is taking anonymous cum up his ass. With that thought, I walked into the dimly lit, red-tinged hallway. The night had just begun.

** 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 posted on Craigslist the other day that I wanted to suck, rim and bottom for straight dudes. I got hit on a lot, most of which turned out to be obvious gay guys posing as straight. Now, I have nothing against other gay guys, but I get a real thrill by servicing horny straight dudes. After all, that what what my advertisement said I was looking for. After wading through all the Craigslist Flakes, I decided on a guy that said he was in the Air Force and was living just off base at an apartment one block from the main gate at Nellis AF Base in North Las Vegas. His pics were really hot, so I was willing to drive totally across the valley to the AF Base to service this hot soldier. I got to his apt. right on time. He met me in the lobby and I took the elevator up to his floor. It was a spartan studio apartment, but was as clean and tidy as you'd expect a military guy's room. We began to undress and he asked me, "Do you want a quick suck and go? Or do you want to go for awhile? If you want to go for awhile, I've got a shot I can put in my dick that will keep me hard for an hour or two. I can easily cum two or three times if I use it. How much time you got?" "A shot in your dick?" I asked. I'd never heard of that. "Yeah. It's for ED. I don't have ED, but, I love to fuck and fuck for hours so I asked my doctor to give me a prescription. I get four shots a month. I don't want to waste it if you're a quick suck and go, but if you want to suck and fuck for an hour or so, I'll take the shot. It just takes a few minutes to work. Plus, sometimes when I'm fucking a guy, it feels good, but I can't always keep an erection for a long time with a guy. But, with this shot, I have no problem. My dick won't go down even after I cum. Should I take it?" he asked. He was a really good looking young man in his late 20's. Kind of on the short side, but muscular. Had a "rough around the edges" good looks to him. And his soft dick even looked impressive. So, I was game to go for awhile with him. "Sure. Go ahead. Let's fuck and play for awhile," I replied. He went into the bathroom and injected this stuff into his cock. He came out after a few minutes, his semi-hard cock leading the way. Taking a seat facing me, he began to stroke himself a bit. His cock continued to grow and lengthen. So I grabbed my poppers, took a deep hit, dropped to my knees and began to suck on his military cock. It continued to grow and swell in my mouth. Then he stood up and completely undressed, his naked body on full view - except for the white socks he was wearing. I leaned forward and resumed sucking his straight cock, fully engaged with his cock for the next five or six minutes. Then I asked "You wanna fuck me?" "In a minute", he said. "I want to cum in your mouth first. I'll fuck you for the second load," he replied as he again took his seat. I continued to suck his now rock hard cock, and at one point moved to to lick his asshole, but he stopped me saying he'd never had that done and wasn't sure he wanted that., be clearly loved the attention I was giving his cock and smooth, hairless balls. After about six minutes of sucking he shot his first load into my mouth. Kind of bitter tasting, and that taste could have been from the ED meds he had injected into his cock., but still I swallowed his load. Afterwards I took a seat to catch my breath. As I did so, he continued to stroke his still hard cock. "Show me that ass, fag. Show me where my dick is gonna go in your faggoty ass," he ordered. I stripped naked, and knelt on the edge of his small double bed. I'd brought some lube and lubed up my hole for him, then handed the lube up to him to use. As I looked back to hand him the lube, I could see him opening a condom package. "You can fuck me bare, if you want," I told him. "Nah. I use condoms on you fags. Not taking any chances. I'm sure you're a whore like most fags are," he grumbled. I hate condoms, but I wanted his cock in me, so I said nothing. Soon he had rammed up into me in one swift thrust. He grabbed me around the waist and was pumping into me with great force. He was a completely silent top, the only sound was the sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass as he pounded into me. And the occasional grunt that I would let out when he slammed into me extra hard. No wonder this guy was in such good shape and had such a rock hard, washboard stomach. He could really fuck. He didn't seem to tire as he continually rammed up into me. He was using a lot of force and was a brutal fucker. But, I was loving it. It felt great to have this straight soldier using my faggot ass for his pleasure. I kept sniffing my poppers as he assaulted my hole with his dick. After close to 15 minutes of fucking, he pulled out and exclaimed "Shit! The condom broke." He walked away and opened a drawer. "Shit!" he again said, adding "I thought I had more condoms. You got any?" he asked. "No. I didn't bring any," I replied. He shut the drawer and walked back behind me. "Fuck it!" I can't stop now. I got to shoot another load or two. You're clean, right?" he asked. "Yeah," was all I said. He immediately slammed his now raw cock back into me. Fuck! That was what I wanted. I definitely preferred the feel of a raw cock in my ass. I had come to hate the feel of a condom, whereas his raw cock felt awesome. So I was not unhappy when his rock hard cock again began an assault on my ass. This guy could really fuck. It required another 15 or 20 minutes of intense pounding before he finally let out a soft groan as his cock filled my ass with his load. My ass milked as much of his straight sperm into me as I could get. He pulled out and plopped back down onto his chair, sweating up a storm as his chest heaved with excitement. I loved the fuck. And also loved that he had blown his load into me, but still I was glad it was over. My inner thighs couldn't take much more of being in that position. We both sat there for a few moments breathing hard. Finally he got up, walked to the fridge and pulled out two small bottles of water. He handed me one and we both drank them down quickly. As he sat back down, across from me, I could see that his cock was still rock hard. After I caught my breath and had had some more sips of the cold water, I again dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. Sucking it and tasting his cum and my ass on his cock. I sucked him for about five minutes, then he stood up and began to stroke his cock fast and furiously. As I saw his face contort, I could tell he was close to cumming. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Even having cum twice before, he shot a huge load on me. Some went in my mouth. But more went in my eyes, in my hair and all over my goatee. I loved the feel of his hot cum spraying all over my face. I had a handkerchief in my pocket and pulled it out to wipe his cum from my eyes. My face felt sticky. And I loved it. I wiped what cum I could from my face and tasted it. Still bitter tasting, but still I loved tasting his straight sperm. I got up and dressed, thanked him for his loads and headed back home. This morning I woke up to a text from him, asking when I would again be free. He also said I could be his cum receptacle whenever I was up his way. I intend to accommodate his schedule as much as I'm able.

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Sunday is the Pride Parade in NYC and it will be my younger Brother first one. He will see that he is not alone.

Took 10 loads from 8 breeders in the last 24hrs. Happy Pride, indeed

Author's note: First of all, sincere apologies it has taken so long for me to get back to this story. My intentions were there but (as we all know) the road to hell is paved with those. I just haven't had the drive to actually do it so it has been languishing in the back of my head for all these months (even though a substantial portion was already written). Anyway, I've broken the ending into two parts... the chapter below and an epilogue I will post in the AM (after another final proofread). Truth be told, I'm still not 100% happy with it (too much "telling" the story and not enough showing). Feel free to drop me a DM if you liked it (or have any constructive criticism). Part 5: Finding a New Path Calvin yawned as he punched in for work. He felt so tired and achy. Maybe it was just having to get up early for work by 6:30 AM. Or maybe he was coming down with the flu? Whatever. He definitely felt sick… and feeling sick just made everything worse. As if life wasn’t bad enough already. His family had cut him out of their lives. He had tried to call, to apologise to his father, but no one would pick up. Then his mobile phone stopped working. His father must have cancelled the account so he couldn’t even try to call anymore. Without his father paying the bill, he had lost his beautiful apartment. Luckily the landlord had taken pity on him and let him move into a small garden level “efficiency” apartment in another building until he could get back on his feet. It wasn’t nearly as nice but it was a roof over his head. He had, of course, dropped out of university. Even if his father hadn’t cut him off, he simply couldn’t understand the lectures or the reading. It was pointless. He knew he used to be smart. He could remember it. But he just felt so slow now. Thinking was so hard. Sometimes it just made his head hurt. Every plan he had ever made, every expectation for the future, every dream of making a difference in the world… it all felt like a joke now. The only bright spot, if it even was a bright spot, was at least he had finally found a job that lasted for more than a few days. He had been hired by a hotel four weeks ago… but even that had been hell. He had started at the front desk but the computer system was just too fucking complicated. The HR lady was nice, though, and moved him to the restaurant to work as a waiter. That had been a bust too. He kept forgetting the orders. After that, he was sure they were going to fire him. But then he was offered one more job, his current one, and that seemed ok so far. He collected his trash picker and some plastic bags. He always had to start with the trash outside the hotel or his manager would have his ass. Not that the older man wouldn’t have it anyway, of course… that was partly how he had got and kept this job. His boss said he had a beautiful ass every time he fucked him. He didn’t find his boss particularly attractive, maybe if he lost a hundred pounds or something, but the thought of getting fucked made his own dick get hard. It always did now. Autumn was now well under way and he pulled his coat a little tighter around him as he made his way around the building. “Calvin? Is that you?” He turned around and smiled in spite of himself. “Evan!” Calvin’s cock was decidedly hard at the site of the stud. “It’s good to see you.” “You too. Are you working here now then?” “Yeah. Been working here since I dropped out of school. What brings you here this morning?” “Oh… I spent the night with a client here last night.” Calvin felt that Evan was watching him, waiting for a reaction. But he didn’t really understand. “A client? You mean you work for the hotel? I haven’t seen you around… ” “Not exactly.” Evan pulled him into a hug. “I thought you never called because you figured out what I do for a living. Some guys freak out about it.” Calvin was about to ask what Evan meant when the other man stepped back just slightly and looked at him. “Babe, you're burning up. Are you feeling ok?” “Not really to be honest. Just got the flu i think.” “The flu?” Evan’s face dropped. “Oh fuck… this is my fault.” “Your fault? What do you mean… did you give me the flu?” “Not exactly. Listen… we need to talk and I’ve got to tell you something. Why don’t you go in and tell them your too sick to work today? I don’t think you’d be lying.” “I can’t afford to lose my job…” “Trust me, they will know you aren’t faking it. Now go in and tell them, I’ll wait here.” Calvin nodded. It was so easy to just go along when he was told what to do… and the truth was that he really didn’t feel well. Plus Evan was as hot as he remembered. His boss was just arriving when Calvin reached the man’s office. He didn’t, in the end, even need to ask for the time off. His boss took one look and frowned. “You look like shit. Go. Get home and get some rest. We can get by for a day or two. And you had better not have anything contagious, slut.” A few minutes later Calvin was back in his street clothes and back with Evan. The dark haired man put his arm around Calvin, reassuringly, and led him back to the apartment where they had fucked weeks ago. It didn’t take long to reach Evan and Kirk’s apartment. It seemed nicer than Calvin remembered but that was probably just in comparison to where he was living now. Evan helped him undress and insisted Calvin lay in his bed. He brought hot tea and a cool towel which he laid on Calvin’s forehead. “I don’t want to be any trouble…” Calvin protested. “Hush. You’re staying here at least until you are better. So I don't want to hear any argument.” From the first time they met, something had just clicked for Evan. Love at first sight? He didn’t believe in that shit but… who knows? He had thought about Calvin often since they met. He had been genuinely disappointed when he had never called. And seeing him sick this morning, he wanted to take care of him. Protect him. Maybe even love him. Evan had never felt something like this before. It was… scary. At last Evan sighed. “When we met last month, there was something I should have told you.” “What do you mean?” “I kind of thought you knew from the way you were staring at my biohazard tat. But I guess not. I am - Kirk and I both are - HIV positive. Kirk just started meds about a week ago and I’m not on them yet. We both probably had a very high viral load when we all fucked.” Calvin didn’t understand ALL the words but he knew what HIV was. “You gave me AIDS?” “Well, probably not AIDS. But it looks like you're seroconverting… that means your body is trying, and failing, to fight off the infection.” “Is this gonna kill me?” To be honest, Calvin felt like he could die right now. Fever and chills alternately racked his body. “Not if we take care of it.” Calvin was about to say he didn’t have medical insurance but stopped. “… we?” “Yeah, you’re staying here at least until you are better. And I want to get to know you better. Would that be ok?” “Yes… I would like that. I would really, really like that!” “You forgive me, then? Forgive me for infecting you?” “Yeah. Maybe.” Calvin smiled. “But you need to fuck me.” “You horny little slut.” Evan laughed. “You can barely sit up and you still want a cock up your ass?Well, when you are feeling better, I promise I will.” Evan tucked Calvin under the covers and slipped out of the room to let the younger man sleep. He and Kirk were to blame, he told himself, so they needed to take care of him. There was more to it that, he knew, but he felt comfortable with this explanation for now. It was dark when Calvin woke again. He felt even worse. He heard voices arguing. “He’s staying here until he feels better.” Evan sounded a little upset. “End of.” “Fuck, dude, whatever.” Was Kirk’s reply. “He had better not keep you from working though. We have clients lined up all week and rent is coming due.” “I’ve got an idea about that…” He heard Kirk laugh. The blond laughed a lot, Calvin remembered. It was a cute laugh though… and the argument of a moment earlier was clearly forgotten. “And what wickedness is spinning in that head of yours?” “I’m thinking three of us could do even more business…” Calvin didn’t really follow the conversation beyond that. He drifted back to sleep with the distant voices of Evan and Kirk sounding like a sweet lullaby. On the third day, Calvin woke to the smell of eggs and bacon. He still felt miserable… but better. Well enough, in fact, that his rumbling stomach drove him to climb out of the bed. Evan had slept with him each night except for the night before when Kirk had slept snuggled up to him instead, his hard cock pressed into Calvin’s back. It was Kirk who was busy in the kitchen making breakfast. Nude. His pretty butt proudly on display. “How are you feeling?” Kirk turned and asked cheerfully. “Hungry?” “Hungry for something.” Calvin licked his lips as Kirk’s cock swung into view. “Down boy. Lets get some food in your belly first… then we can see about some of my special sauce.” Kirk handed over a plate of eggs and several strips of bacon then stood back, bemused, as Calvin devoured everything on the plate. “So … are you hungry or just really eager for some special sauce?” “Both!” “Evan’s right. You ARE cute as fuck.” Calvin looked around. “Where is Evan?” “He had to work last night. He’ll be home shortly.” Kirk put on a mock-stern expression. “But he made me promise not to talk to you about that until he gets home… so that’s all I’m saying.” Kirk pulled him in for a kiss. Calvin felt the other man’s cock stir against his hip and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to stroke it. In return Kirk’s hand reached around to gently stroke his butt. A soft moan escaped Calvin’s chest. He didn’t resist as Kirk’s hands gently pressed down on his shoulders. Allowing himself to drop to his knees. Kirk’s naked crotch in front of him. He buried his face between the blond’s thighs. Savouring the sweaty, cummy smell. Licking and sucking the ballsack before working his way up to allow the hard cock to slip between his lips and deep into his throat. “Damn, dude. You’re fucking good at that!” Calvin felt a flash of pride. He loved cocks and he loved being good at pleasing them. But at the word ‘fucking’ his ass was suddenly as hungry as his stomach had been before eating. He stood up, leaned against the counter, and offered his ass. Kirk did not have to be asked. He quickly slid his bare cock into the eager boy hole. It was not a long fuck. But it left them both, for the moment at least, very satisfied. Kirk’s cock was just starting to soften and slide out of Calvin’s hole when they heard the front door open. “We’re in the kitchen.” Kirk called out. Calvin tried to stand up but Kirk gently, yet firmly, held him bent over the counter. His finger teasing a drop of cum out of Calvin’s inner recesses as Evan entered the kitchen. “I see you are feeling better then.” Evan chuckled. Kirk’s hand eased up and Calvin was able to stand up. “I’m so sorry… I was just so horny and his cock was so hard…” Evan’s lips closed on his, blocking Calvin’s further protests. “Shhh. It’s ok, babe. Nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, if I weren’t so tired, I would fuck you myself.” “Oh…” A look of pain flashed in Calvin’s eyes. “From what you said the other day, I thought you wanted to date or something…” Evan kissed him again. “That is very possible… I think you are amazing and sweet. But… well… let’s just say I’m not a believer in monogamy.” Calvin was a bit confused… but mostly relieved. “Let’s go into the front room and sit down. I think we should have a little chat now that you are feeling better.” Evan took Calvin’s hand and led him to a chair, stopping only to put a towel down so the cum dripping from his ass didn’t leave a stain. Then he sat on the couch facing him and Kirk sat next to him. “What do you think Kirk and I do?” “Well, you're students. Right?” “Yes. But what do you think we do for work? For money?” “I don’t know… I saw you at the hotel but you said you don’t work there.” “No, I don’t work for the hotel. It’s too hard to have a full time job and keep your grades up. But Kirk and I found a solution a few months back. A way to make money in our spare time… and have fun at the same time.” “I don’t…” Kirk put his hand on Evan’s knee to stop him. “Let me try.” Evan nodded. “Calvin. We’re young, fit, and (as you know so well) hung. We look like the guys a lot of gay men fantasied about when they were younger. So they pay us to have sex with them. We’re ‘escorts’.” It took another moment before the pieces fell into place for Calvin. “You make money by having sex? That is the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard. I would love to do that if I could.” Evan breathed and relaxed. “Really? Because I was thinking you could move in here, with Kirk and me, and work with us.” “You want me to move in with you?” “If you want.” “I… I… would love that. I used to be so smart. But I’m just lost now.” Evan wondered what Calvin meant but decided they could talk about that another time. The poor kid was probably just confused. “You need to get a bit more rest but in a day or two we will go get your things and move you in here. Then you can join me on a couple of jobs to see how it goes. I have a couple clients who really love threeways.” Calvin smiled as, for the first time in weeks, he felt hope. <<To be concluded!>>

Moderator's Note: If you do not want to deal with the red text, there is a copy of this story in the normal color in the first response below. (This is a semi-true account of my recent bathhouse excursion. Yes, I am 23. The inner struggle described is real. If you want to help bring out my inner slut, DM me. I lurk on here way too much, and want to live out some of my fantasies with a truly dom top.) Finals were over. Fuck was I glad. This past semester was super hard. All my classes were so boring and a lot of my friends were graduating, so everyone was on edge the entire time. Whatever, at least it’s over. To reward myself, I planned on getting high and going to the bathhouse to get fucked. You’d think that being 23, smooth with a tight body and well defined 6-pack would get you a lot of dick in college, but a lot of guys on campus usually chicken out. So I waited until classes were done to make up for all the dick I should have gotten. It was Friday night and most of my friends were out getting drunk to celebrate summer. Boring! Instead I shaved my hole, douched, and got ready to go to the bathhouse. I saved a couple pills of E from a rave I went to, and I was determined to get high and get my ass destroyed. “But...no bareback,” I repeated over and over again. “Promise me you’ll make guys use condoms,” I repeated. I was determined to minimize the after-fuck guilt and scare. I love feeling raw dick slide into my hole. I love having the shaft rub my Gspot and make me moan. And I especially love feeling the cock spasm as the top shoots his warm cum in my ass. I love all these things! BUT, I always work myself into a frenzy afterwards. I would do myself a favor and use condoms, so I won’t freak out the day after. “Condoms only!” I committed I finally got to the bathhouse. I timed the pills so they would kick in by the time I got the bathhouse. I got a locker, undressed and wrapped a towel around my tight, jock body. I was shivering from nervousness. As much as I love sex, doing it with random strangers still scares me a bit. Being a hypochondriac and cum slut isn’t the best combination. Oh well, that’s why I took the E. I got in the hot tub to relax a bit. There were a lot of guys here tonight I noted. After a few minutes, I got out to walk around. In the first hallway, I walked past a room with an open door. Inside was a pretty well-built daddy, probably in his late 40’s. He motioned me in. I acquiesced. “You are really sexy,” he told me. “Thanks. So are you,” I responded. I got on my knees and sucked his nice 7-inch cock. After several minutes, I got his cock rock hard. By now, the E had fully kicked in. In fact, I think I took too much, because I was getting a bit disoriented. My body was tingly all over, and my thoughts raced. My vision was going in and out, but I was still focused on his cock. The fit daddy pointed to the bed, and my inner submissive whore hastily obeyed. I got on my back and lifted my legs up, exposing my smooth hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube, squirted some on his cock, and rubbed some on my hole. He walked closer and lined his cockhead to my hole. “Um, can you please use a condom,” I weakly asked. The top frowned, but he nodded his head. He went to his bag and grabbed a condom. “Suck my dick some more, baby,” the daddy commanded. I quickly gobbled up his cock. Good job I thought to myself. Way to stick to our agreement of no BB. Within a few minutes, his cock was hard again, getting past the fact that he had to wrap it up. He ripped the wrapper and rolled on the condom, lubed up his cock, and approached my hole. I was on my back again and saw his face. The face of intent. His body glistened with manliness. I could never get this back at my college campus. This much man. This much experience and dominance. I was in bliss. He slowly pushed in. My hole wasn’t used to condoms, so it really hurt. The daddy was slow though. He added more lube and kept pushing. After about 5 minutes, he still hadn’t made much progress. “You’re really tight,” he whispered in my ear with his cock still pressed against my hole. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been a while...are you neg?” I asked “Why does it matter” he retorted with annoyance, “I’m wearing a condom.” Don’t even think about asking him to fuck you raw! I screamed at myself. Come on slut! You know you want it. You play coy, but you and I know you’re going to let him fuck you raw, I urged myself. What’s another night of bareback. You’ve earned it. You got a 4.0 this quarter. Reward yourself with raw cock. “Hey, maybe you can just tease my hole without a condom for a bit.,” I meekly said. The daddy stood back up and his face brightened up. In his smile, there was a tinge of darkness. He was going to fuck me raw and load me up. He knew this, and I knew this. “Ok, baby,” he responded. He quickly threw off the condom. Then he spit on my hole and rubbed his cock up and down. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. The hot daddy saw this and pushed his cock into my hold. “We really shouldn’t. Please don’t fuck me raw,” I unconvincingly pleaded. My voice was so soft and weak that both of us knew I didn’t mean it. He kept pushing. I moaned. Skin on skin feels so good. A few moments later, he was inside. I felt his warm cock pulsating. I looked at him. Any bit of care and tenderness was wiped from his face. In their place was pure lust. He looked at me with animal eyes. Even his breathing changed. His breaths were now grunts. He slid his cock halfway out and then rammed it back in. His slow rhythm was in perfect sync with his grunts. His cock was rubbing my hole in all the right places. I was moaning so loudly. I knew the whole bathhouse could hear me, but I was too high and in too much pleasure to fucking care. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my cock” he said to me. “Ugh yeah, please fuck me! Your cock feels so good!” I moaned. He pulled his cock all the way out, slapped my hole, and then shoved it back in. His sweat dripped on me. His odor flooded my senses. I was enveloped in this god’s aura. He varied his pace for a few more minutes before flipping me over. I backed myself up furiously on his raw cock. My body felt like electricity from the E. He slapped my ass and then grabbed my hips to gain control. He pounded my ass for what felt like hours. I was in slut heaven. Then without warning, he pulled out and stepped away. I turned around, showing him desperate, pleading eyes. Even with my impaired vision, I could see the sweat that glistened on his body. His masculine stance with huge arms flexed on either side. He was breathing heavily, sign of the work he’s been putting in. “Please fuck me, sir. Your cock feels so good. I really need it,” my depraved self pleaded. “I’m getting close, boy. I’m about to bust my load, “ he responded,“If I keep fucking you, I’m going to breed you. I’m not wasting my load on your bac.,” I didn’t say anything. I was paralyzed by conflict. I was paralyzed by how good his cock felt. I was paralyzed by how much I wanted his load inside my hole. Not waiting for my response, he flipped me on my back and shoved his cock inside me. “Ohhhhhh fuckkk yes,” my mouth finally vocalized. He took my ankles and pushed them way back. He had a perfect view of my hole. But instead, he fixed his gazed on my face. As he pounded my hole, he said to me, “I’m going to breed your hole boy. Fill your guts with my warm seed. My hot seed.” The room was filled with guttural noises and animal instincts. Cock in and out. Sweat dripped. In. And out. Grunting. Bam. Bam. Bam. In. And Out. Grunt. Moan. “Please spit on me. Make me your bitch,” I pleaded as I sniffed in more of his scent. He scoffed at me. His eyes were filled with disgust. Here is a dumb bitch asking to be spit on taking raw cock. The same dumb bitch that pretended to want condoms. The same bitch that is high out of his mind. Disgust swirled in his mouth and he quickly spat on my face. Then BAMMM he smacked my face with all his might and I lost my breath due to the shock and pain. He grabbed my face and turned me to face him. “Beg me for my seed, you dumb bitch,” he demanded. “Beg me to breed your cunt.” FUCKING BEG HIM, YOU WHORE. I screamed to myself. “Please, sir. Please breed me,” I managed. “Yeah? You want it? Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want,” he urged. “Your hot load. Please fill me up. I want your cum,” I said with more strength. “Oh fuck yeah, boy! I’m going to fill you up with my load,” he continued. “Yes!! Fuck me. Fuck your poz load into me,” I moaned. He stopped fucking me and said, “Poz load? Who said I was poz?” I came out of my haze and sheepishly smiled at him. “Sorry.” “Oh so you’re a fucking chaser aren’t you? You sick, dirty fuck. I bet you want poz loads, huh? I bet you want my dick to flood you with venom.” I could tell this was really turning him on. He picked up his paced. He was really railing me now. “You’re going to get my poz load. I’m going to fill you up with my sick dick,” he yelled. “Yes, fill me with your poz load! I need it! PLEASE!” I exclaimed. My inner slut was out. “Fuck yeah, boy!” the hot daddy exclaimed. And with that, he thrusted into me hard. His whole body was shuddering as he half collapsed on top of me. “Ohhhh fuckkk,” he grunted. I felt his cock pulsate in my hole. Moving up and down slightly. Then I felt warmness inside my hole. With each pulse, my hole felt warmer and slicker. I had milked this hot daddy for his man juices, and I felt so proud. Despite all the inner turmoil, I loved the feeling of being bred. The danger and risk. The weight as the top presses down from pleasure and exhaustion. I loved everything about it. After a few minutes, the top composed himself. He slowly slid out of my hole, and just gave me a smirk. “Thank you, sir,” I offered. “You’re welcome, slut,” he returned. He pushed me over to make room for him on the dirty mattress. I rested in his arms for some mandatory post-coital cuddling. He said that was hot and asked how old I was. “23,” I said. “Fuck, such a slut at such a young age.” “Hahah, yeah I watch a lot of porn and read some pretty angular erotica,” I said. “Angular erotica...hah!” After a few minutes, I got restless. I was still rolling hard from the E and now that I have fully abandoned safety, I was intent on getting more dick. I got up and wrapped my towel around my waist. I thank him again, and made my way for the door. I paused and turned to face him one last time. “Are you actually poz?” I asked . “Maybe,” he said coldly. I just smiled and exited the room. My body still pulsating from the E. If only my professors and friends could see me right now; I thought to myself, the control freak that asks smartass questions in class is taking anonymous cum up his ass. With that thought, I made walked into the dimly lit, red-tinged hallway. The night had just begun.

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PART 9 It was already 15 past 1 and I didn't have the time to wash or rinse my pussy to clean the cum out of me. I ran to the nearest toilet and wiped my pussy the best I can. I just hope that the gynecologist wouldn't notice the cum inside my pussy. I freshened myself up the best I can and got myself to the university clinic with 10 minutes to spare. As I got into the clinic, I spoke with the scheduling assistant and she told me that Dr. Fatima is out but another gynecologist is available (and I thought to myself, how many fuckers are there in this school to warrant 2 gynecologists?), the assistant told me that my doctor will be a guy and asked if I am okay with it. I slightly hesitated (don't know why. Maybe it's because my pussy is filled with cum!) but in the end I said "no problem". The assistant told me that the doctor will be in shortly and I made my way to his room. As I entered the room, I noticed it was a little bit small but very clean. It had a table with 2 chairs in front for patients. And an examination chair a few feet away. It also had a small dressing room where patients I suppose are given the space to undress. I sat on the chair to wait for my doctor. I was nervous as hell, the thought of a guy inspecting my pussy (not that it's my first time) but this one is a doctor. What will he think of me?! After a few minutes my eyes wandered and I saw that he had pictures on his desk. And shit! The doctor was handsome as hell! Pink lips, nice nose, green eyes, well trimmed beard, a short clean hair cut, and a defined jaw to top it off. As I was lost looking at the pictures of my model like doctor, I heard the door open and I was greeted by a smile and a firm handshake by this 6ft tall god of a man. Even if he was wearing a lab coat, I could tell that this guy is sexy as hell. He even looked better in person than his pictures. He sat behind the table and introduced himself. He is Dr. Faris. And he asked me what he could do for me. To which I replied "Uhm, just the regular check up and maybe ... (I paused a little) talk about my options for birth control. He just smiled and said "okay, but first tell me about your sexual history and behavior so that I can do the necessary checks and recommend the right type of birth control for you" I was there quiet and blushing and a little bit in shock to how forward he was. Dr. Faris: I hope you don't mind me asking but it would greatly help me decide the course we can proceed with if you tell me. Me: well... Uhm... I've been more sexually active lately and I just wanted to check my options out. Dr. Faris: all with condom? me: Uhm... no... none at all. Dr. Faris: ah I see. (He kept a serious look and had no judgment at all to my relief) and how often is "more active"? me: Uhm... every day? Or every other day. Safe to say multiple times a week. Dr. Faris: and with only one guy? Me: (I blushed and felt ashamed and slutty at the same time, all these questions have made me realized how much of a slut I've become) Uhm not really... more than 1. Dr. Faris: how many in the past 2 weeks? Me: (I looked up in the air trying to recall how many, I must have looked like a dumb blonde at that moment) Uhm ... 8 (and I giggled softly) I hope you don't judge me. (As I was blushing in embarrassment and at the same time I was fixing my hair and looking flirtatious right into his eyes) Dr. Faris: ah nothing to be ashamed of. Anyway I can see that yes, you should be concerned with pregnancy but what's done is done and we can only know if you're pregnant when you miss you're period. Speaking of which, do you have regular periods? And if yes when are you due? Me: yes, I have regular periods hmm.. if my calculations are right I think I'm due in around two weeks. Dr Faris: okay, you should be aware that you are most fertile 14-19 days before your menstruation (and I thought, oh shit, most f the fucks I've had was in that fertile window) as of now I can recommend you use condoms. If that's not possible well I can give you a prescription for birth control pills. These ones I think are covered by your insurance. Me: oh ok thank you. As I stood up thinking it was over. Dr. Faris told me "Uhm, Jessica right? We're not yet done. You said you wanted a check up too right?" i replied sheepishly and said "oh yeah, I almost forgot" he handed me out this patient's gown and told me that I could change in the dressing room I mentioned earlier. I walked to the dressing room. And I closed the curtains and started undressing... I can't help but feel hot and horny as all that talk of how many guys I have fucked dredged up all the slutty and sexy memories I have. I cupped my breasts and played a little with my clit as I imagined how Prof Ahmed fucked me this morning and how I rode Khalid's big cock yesterday. As I was lost in my playful memories... I was interrupted by the sexy voice of Dr. Faris "are you alright there?" And I replied softly "Uhm, yes, just a minute" as I got back to te business of undressing and changing into the patient's gown. After which I got myself into the inspection chair and Dr. Faris was already beside it, ready to help me get on the chair. As I got myself into the chair, Dr. Faris said "well what we'll be doing is a routine pelvic exam, I'll be examine your pelvic area and your vagina for any conditions that might need medical attention." He got in front of the chair he sat there and wore his gloves and told me to open my legs, the cool air of the A/C hit my pussy and it made me feel hornier as the cold air tingled my pussy. He checked on my well shaven pubic area and pressed every now and then and asked if I felt any pain which I replied "no" he then asked me to open my legs wider as he started to inspect the opening of my vagina. He felt every crevice and wrinkle of it. To which I felt a tingle as his finger brushed up on my clit. But as I looked at him, he looked serious and very professional and it seems I wasn't gonna get fucked this time. He then told me that he was about to put a finger in and I just nodded in recognition. He put a little bit of lube on his finger and his index finger slipped right into me with no problem. He twisted his finger around and I could feel his finger try to feel my insides. Then he looked at me and said "it feels a little bit tender inside, I need to inspect this more thoroughly, I'd have to put in an extra finger if you don't mind?" I just nodded in agreement and a little bit of excitement as well as he pushed his middle finger to join his index finger inside me... he was very thorough to say the least and I felt my pussy get more wet as his fingers made there way inside me. I couldn't help but give out a small moan as he examined my vagina. He then pulled out his fingers and to my embarrassment it was covered by cum. He just looked at me and said "well it seems there is some discharge in your vagina and we need to get these samples tested to see what you have, youre vagina is a little bit sore too so I think we could also prescribe something for that" (I was relieved that he didn't notice it was cum) but I couldn't help myself and stopped him as he was about to write something on his prescription pad. I said "Uhm, that's not discharge, that's actually cum, doc." He just sat there with his back on me for a while I didn't know what he was thinking then but within moments he turned towards me and said "yes, I know, that's why I'm prescribing more" as he turned to me he had completely changed and had now this devilish demeanor, he had the smug smile as he removed his gloves and fingered me with the two fingers that were just in me earlier. I was surprised I thought I was leaving without some fun but now my doctor is fingering me like no tomorrow. He leaned over towards me as he played with my breasts as he unzipped his pants. I then looked over and my eyes were welcomed to the sight of this meaty 7 inch thick cut bronze Arabic cock. He jacked off as he was fingering me... he then spat on my vagina and lapped it up as he was fingering Professor Ahmed's cum out of me. It was a sight to remember. It felt so good as his tongue made its way into me as his his lips tickled and pleasured my pussy... he sucked and slurped like a demon and then he stood up and spat on his cock and my vagina and without any warning he plunged balls deep into me. I gave out a loud moan as he grunted while his 7 inch cock churned my insides. I was sloppy rough sex and we both were loving it as he pummeled and pummeled me. He plunged his cock balls deep and then would pull out right before his tip and then plunge again... he was deep fucking me bare. He then lean closer to me and kissed me. As his hands were on my breasts. He is an amazing fucker. Then as he was kissing me... I heard him grunt and then I felt his cock throb inside me. Dr. Faris was cumming inside me. It seemed to never end as jet after jet of his cum made its way into me. He then removed himself from our kiss and slowly pulled out still sith devilish grin on him. He then said "8 guys in the past 2 weeks eh? Then I'm number 9." I just laughed a little and he then continued saying "you could get pregnant in 2 weeks but most likely it won't be mine, you were most fertile yesterday and the preceding days, drop by again in 2 weeks if you miss your period" that's what he said as he zipped up and as I started to dress up with no shame right in front of him, no more dressing rooms this time. i gave him one small kiss as I left his room and reassured him that I'll be back in 2 weeks whether or not I miss my period.

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Part 5: Action and CUT! - Sunday was checkout day according to shadow man. My week being a hotel hoe was done. He had said, “When you nothing but an infected bag of AIDs and a fucked out whore, I sell you off like a puppy mill and then the next fag pussy comes along, rinse and repeat.” I was then surprised when another man came into the room and after making me bend over, scratching my hole bloody, then asking my name, when I asked his he had said, “MY NAME IS THE STEALTH BOMBER.” Before I could process what that meant, the anonymous man grabbed my hips and started power fucking me with the intent to breed as he said, “FUCKING BITCH BOTTOM. I’M TOLD THAT’S ALL YOU’VE BEEN ALL WEEK - A STUPID CUNT LETTING ANY MAN WHO WANTS TO, TO CUM IN YOU. WELL AS FAR AS I AM CONCERNED, YOU ARE STILL NEG BECAUSE THOSE MEN HAVE NOTHING ON ME AND MY HIGHLY VENOMOUS CUM. DUMB CUNT YOU’RE MINE NOW. I GOT THE LAST DROPS OF YOUR NEG BLOOD FOR MY TREASURE CHEST. I BET YOU DIDN’T REALIZE A THICK 9-INCH DICK COULD DO SO MUCH DAMAGE TO YOUR ASS? I’VE HAD LOTS OF PRACTICE AND FRANKLY AM QUITE THE EXPERT AT KNOWING JUST HOW TO ANGLE MY DICK INTO YOUR ASS LINING TO MAKE IT TEAR, BLEED, AND GET INFECTED. USUALLY FOR STUPID CUNTS LIKE YOU I ENJOY THE HUNT, THE SET UP, AND MAKING YOU FEEL SAFE, SECURE, AND THAT THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR AND NO RISK. I RELISH THE FEELING OF THAT ASS RING SUDDENLY CLENCHING IN EXTREME FEAR ONCE YOU REALIZE WHAT IS TRULY HAPPENING - THAT I AM GOING TO BREED AND INFECT THAT CUNT. MY MAN ACID WILL BURN YOU - MARK YOU - DISFIGURE YOUR INSIDES. BEG ME TO PULL OUT! BEG ME NOT TO SHOOT MY CUM IN THAT CUNT! BEG ME TO STOP!” All my pleas and begging were ignored and as the stranger filled me with his promised AIDs nutt, the weight of the past week all crashed down on me. I was basically sober for the first time in several days and being bred raw, anonymously, and by a top who bragged about how he was going to infect me made me sort of lose it. “THAT’S RIGHT YOU FUCKING BUG CHASING FAGGOT. MY LOAD IS LIKE OATMEAL AND WILL STICK TO YOUR INSIDES, THEN IT BECOMES A TOTAL INVADER AS MY VIRUS BURROWS LIKE A DRILL INTO YOUR GUT LINING. ONE BY ONE YOUR IMMUNE SYSTEM CELLS WILL BE DESTROYED UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT BUT THE DRY, WHISP HUSK OF A SHELL OF WHAT USED TO BE A MAN - WHAT USED TO BE A WORTHLESS CUNT.” The more I shook, pleaded, whimpered, and regretted my decisions, the more he fucked me. The Stealth Bomber then paused, yanked his dick back, laughed like the Joker in a Batman movie and proclaimed, “YES! THAT CUNT IS GOOD AND BLOODY AND SUCKING ALL OF MY VIRUS RIGHT UP. FLIP OVER AND PULL THEM ANKLES BACK - WAIT TUCK THAT DICK AND KEEP YOUR THIGHS TOGETHER.ALL I WANT TO SEE IS THE PUFFY PINK CUNT I’M INFECTING SO MY PANTS ZIPPER CAN SCRAPE THE REST OF THE TOP LAYERS OF SKIN RIGHT OFF!. GOOD. GOOD. I’M SCRAPING YOUR ASS ALL UP, READY TO INFECT YOU AGAIN. FEEL MY OATMEAL CUM FILL YOU UP? STICKING TO YOUR GUT WALLS? GLAD I SAVED MY LOAD UP ALL WEEK JUST TO POZ THAT ASS!” The Stealth Bomber finished his business. My ass burned both from his nails and his load. He opened the door, said something to my guard, then came back in. I was not sure what to do so I sat up on the edge of the bed and waited. Shadow man came in, “See? I can tell from your face man you enjoyed that ass. Told you I had found a good one and broke him just like you said you needed.” The Stealth Bomber replied, “Well my flight for Germany leaves tomorrow morning. I’ve got some fresh refugees being offered by one of my contacts there, so let me think on it a bit. True, that cunt is good and I already have a buyer. A businessman in Johannesburg, South Africa. Rich as fuck and has what we shall call ‘exotic’ sexual tastes. He also has a dick that would make you look small my friend and while there are of course white cunts to be had there, he likes the all-American brand. Also of course, he needs someone that cannot be traced and someone he can use as he wishes - willing or not - with no worry for possible legal repercussions. A true lost boy. You can confirm that he has been erased?” Shadow man grunted in disgust, “Fuck man. You know me. I handle my business. Yeah, whole set up. Police reports filed, warrants issued, sightings called in from Jersey to Detroit. I may not traffic the volume you do and shit, but I know what the fuck I’m doing.” The Stealth Bomber just chuckled and dryly replied, “I’m sure. I can have his passport and visa delivered to you first thing in the morning. It’s a private flight out Teterboro and he will be one of several pieces of cargo on board for the first leg of the journey - that is unless you can make me a better offer?” Shadow man exhaled whatever he was smoking, walked over and leaned against me, pressed my head hard against his thighs with his right hand while he unzipped his pants with his left. The overwhelming scent of his raw dick rushed out, and I instinctively did my best blind man impression, felt my way up, reached in, fished his dick out and eagerly began sucking him as he continued this business meeting. “What do you mean about a better offer?” shadow man asked, “I do like this one. As you can see - we’ve sort of bonded and that pink pussy took everything I threw at it this week.” The Stealth Bomber’s tone was all business, “Well a deal is not always a deal. I have another offer on the table. A silent partner so to speak who wants the benefit of some ‘lost’ talent, without getting his hands dirty or directly engaging. Of course I thought of you. He has certain business interests and wants to leverage them to satisfy a section of the dark web economy and needs a fuck hole bottom who can be used for ‘anything goes’, extreme, hardcore, or taboo porn - all sold at a premium price in limited edition sets, delivered directly to the customer in multiple formats, but never on the web where it can be hacked, traced, stolen, or copied. It’s amazing that with all the paid for and free porn all over the internet there are still some huge gaps in the offerings.” Shadow man was clearly interested as his dick swelled, drooled across my tongue, and he pushed my head down a little further enjoying the sounds of my gagging. “Tell me more,” he said. The Stealth Bomber went on, “For example. Try to find a good video of raw, black dick fucking white ass through a gloryhole no-holds-barred? There’s honestly not much on the market and what exists is clearly actors, or vintage, or just not that exciting. BBC tag team sessions on an ass are all pretty boy types or guys who might have big dicks, but once they open their mouth these ‘supposed tops’ sound like women. What about the street dude who just needs a hole to bang and breed? Not out there in the marketplace. On the chemical side there are a few sites with quick shots of someone self injecting etc… but then what? Intense, realistic stealth videos is another category from both the top and bottom’s perspective. There are also few, truly big dicked tops fucking on film. Most porn films add a couple inches so some of those “stars” who say they got 11, when in reality it is more like 9. Do the ruler/yard stick test on film as fucking proof. Document the before and after of an ass cunt being used by a TRUE big dick. The next level to that is the real men with true freak of nature sized dicks fucking ass. Those dudes that can only get ass when they rape it because no one can, or will willingly take them. From there the extreme list goes on from K9, to homeless, to real rape fuck.” Shadow man’s breath was quickening as was the thrusting of his hips as he listened to all this and pictured in his mind all the filthy shit. He asked, “How extreme? Choke out? Gang rape? Bloody hole?” The Stealth Bomber must have nodded as shadow man exclaimed, “DAMN YO! I GOT ALL THAT - FUCK THIS FAG PUSSY DONE MOST OF THAT THIS JUST WEEK ON MY WATCH AND MY DIME. WEEK FUCKING #1! THAT ASS IS FUCKING THIRSTY FOR ROUGH, RAW DICK ESPECIALLY WHEN HE’S SPUN OUT. WHAT TYPE OF CASH WE TALKING?” Shadow man was holding my head in a firm grip now as the Stealth Bomber shared some numbers and other points of the potential deal. He let go of my head and stepped off, “No, no, no, that silky tongue ain’t getting this nutt. It’s going right up in that hoe bitch hole.” He then lit up a new smoke and asked, “Man what about the hood. You know I don’t let the traffic see my face. Fuck, some of the homies and shit don’t care, but I’m careful, right? That’s why we do business?” The Stealth Bomber laughed, “My client is not paying to see someone’s face and as far as I am concerned, he can be the new Man in the Iron Mask.” When the only response was a, “huh?” he continued, “Let’s just say you can leave the hood on him 24/7 if you want to and it could actually be a marketing point, another level of the extreme that these videos could be known for. However, the buyers would have to have some assurance this was the same person you understand. So maybe a very unique or specific tattoo, or even body modification. I leave that to you - the potential owner of this ‘property’ - if we come terms to figure out the final solution. You are a smart man and I know you can find a solution to that issue that will satisfy all involved. I would however note, just for general hygienic purposes, that you either find a place, time, or someone with whom the hood might be removed on a regular basis or have someone that can check and confirm it is not causing any unforeseen problems. It would be unfortunate to begin this little venture only to have the main asset not be able to generate the products needed. Finally, people can tell when you try to use a different face to the body. While some of the videos do not require head/face shots, even just in passing having to worry about that sort of editing would increase costs and cut into your profits.” “Fuck that,” shadow man said as he jammed his dick back down my throat. “I’ll figure it out and will call you back within a couple of hours.” The Stealth Bomber left, shadow man grabbed my arm and made me stand up. He spun me around and crossed my arms behind my back and gripped my wrists hard. He reared back and pierced my hole with his needy dick, “YOU HEAR THAT HOE? YOU’RE GOING TO BE STAYING RIGHT HERE TO BE MY FUCKING CASH COW. BE THE FUCKING HOE BITCH THAT I KNOW YOU ARE. HAVE TO TELL YOU THOUGH, THE FUCKER SCARES EVEN ME. HE’S ONE OF THE BIGGEST HUMAN TRAFFICKERS ON THE EAST COAST. LAWYER OR SOME SHIT I GUESS AND TOTAL FREAK! DON’T MATTER NOW. YOU’LL BE MINE. RUNNING HOES IS TOO MUCH FUCKING DRAMA, BUT THIS - THIS IS REALLY LIKE SLINGING THE DOPE EXCEPT THE DOPE IS YOUR WHITE ASS. THAT CASH PUSSY MAKING MY DICK BRICK!” Shadow man was focused on blowing his nutt up my ass and had my arms pulled behind my back in a big X and almost out of my sockets he was so excited, but I kept asking questions about where I would live, what it all meant, what sort of videos, when I could take the hood off, could I have more drugs, and more. My arms were released, I got a couple good whacks to the side of the head as shadow man snarled, “FUCK YOU TALK TOO DAMN MUCH. TIME TO SHOOT YOU UP AND MAKE YOU A SLOPPY HOE AGAIN WITH A LIL SHIT TALKING, NECK GRABBING, SLOW STROKING, AND DEEP DIGGING. OH DAMN WAIT - I GOT A BETTER WAY TO KILL SOME BRAIN CELLS. TIME TO GET ANOTHER HOMIE BACK UP HERE AND DO A LITTLE SAMPLE SHOT FOR THE MAN!” There was a pause, shadow man dialed someone on his cell, “YO STRANGLER - WHAT UP MAN? REMEMBER THAT HOE I HAD THIS PAST WEEK THAT YOU CAME THROUGH AND USED AND ABUSED? YOU LIKED THAT PINK PUSSY RIGHT? WELL PLANS CHANGED. LONG TERM RESIDENCY IS HAPPENING WITH A BUSINESS PROPS AND I GOT SOME BENJAMINS IF YOU WILL LET ME TAPE YOU DOING YOUR THING BUT 100% REAL - FAG WILL BE SOBER AS SHIT, NIGHT VISION SHIT. THIEF BREAKS IN INTO HOTEL ROOM, THEN TOTAL TIED UP AND BOUND AND RAPE SHIT LIKE YOU LIKE. YOU HAVE YOUR MASK AND GLOVES ON YOU KNOW SO YOU CAN’T BE ID’ED AND ALL THAT.” A short while later was the first time the leather hood had been off my head in days. It felt strange and unnerving somehow. I was sober, scared, and shaking. I needed some drugs. The room was dark as sin. Shadow man and his camera were set up behind a ‘blind’ of some sort in the corner. While I could see a faint, blue glow near the top and could smell the pipe smoke and hear the whispers and flicks of the lighters, I could not see who was back there. I knew better than to try to look. I had a part to play. I curled on the bed in a fetal position, hugging a pillow to my stomach, facing where the camera was with my back to the door. SNICK - the quiet shift of the hotel room door, then an almost imperceptible stream of light that came and went as the door closed. The loud CLICK of a lighter as the thief/intruder cautiously made his was into the room. He stopped. My heart beat loudly in my ears. CLICK - CLICK - HISS - CLICK - HISS - I could hear his lighter and the inhale of breath as whatever he smoked in his pipe took the fire. READY! - the dark presence was close now. My skin dimpled with goosebumps. SET! - the intruder’s breath was hot on my skin as two gloved hands closed around my neck. ACTION! (*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!) (To read the adventures of the Stealth Bomber, go to: https://breeding.zone/topic/17169-the-stealth-bomber-episode-1-welcome-to-the-poz-team/)

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.

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

Part 4: Unexpected Visit Calvin groaned as his eyes reluctantly opened and looked at the alarm clock. 7AM. Who in the fuck was knocking on his door at 7AM? No. Not knocking. Pounding. He disentangled himself from Tommy’s arms. They had bumped into each other in the hall while Tommy was visiting his sister. Calvin had practically dragged Tommy to his apartment. Not that Tommy was reluctant… he had fucked Calvin for half the night. He had commented about how Calvin’s ass wasn’t quite as tight any more. But that probably was to be expected. In the week since Kirk had shown him the hookup sites, he had hooked up with at least 2 to 3 guys a day. Some had been college students or other guys his age but others had been older. He was sure one guy was iat least well into his 50’s … but he hadn’t thought to ask. He was distracted by the big cock the guy was packing. Calvin slipped on some underwear and rushed to the door. “I’m coming. Fuck. Hold your horses.” He yelled. He opened the door and his father pushed past him into the apartment. Calvin was so startled he didn’t even shut the door. Richard Watts, as always, radiated control. Calvin had always been in awe of his father for that. The way his father could walk into any situation and just assert himself and others would defer to him. “I hope that is not the same mouth you eat with.” His father scowled as his eyes surveyed the apartment. “Is that kind of language that you are learning now that you are away from home? From what the dean is telling me, you haven’t been to classes in a week… so you certainly aren’t learning anything there.” For a moment, Calvin said nothing. He felt old emotions raising up: Shame and fear. Shame that he had failed his father and afraid that his father would discover Tommy laying in his bed. He started to stammer out an apology. But then… … something snapped. Shame and fear gave way… to anger. “Fuck you.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. “I beg your pardon? What did you say to me?” Calvin took a deep breath. When he continued, his voice was calm. “I said: Fuck you. Fuck you and your attitude. I’ve put up with your bullshit for my entire life. Well, I don’t live under your roof no more so I’m not gonna put up with it now. Its 7 fucking o’clock in the god damn morning and you are pounding on my door like a lunatic.” “How dare you speak to me that way? I am your father and I here because I’m worried about you. And I’m paying for this apartment… so, yes, you are still living under my roof. And, since we have established that, you can tell me why haven’t you been going to your classes?” “I’m not going because I don’t feel like it, ok? I can’t understand what they are talking about and it just makes me feel stupid.” The sound of someone clearing their throat made them both turn to the bedroom doorway. Tommy was slipping his jeans on as he walked into the room. “I… um… guess I should be going. That was fun last night… but your alarm clock is hell.” He gave Calvin a pat on the ass as he walked by and muttered something about ‘drama’. Richard’s eyes were wide. He watched the slim young man leave the apartment before turning slowly back to his son. “Tell me that wasn’t what it looked like.” “What did it look like?” Calvin tried to laugh… but it caught in his throat. If his father’s anger was red hot before, it was cold as ice now. “Tell me that my son is not a god-forsaken faggot.” “I’m gay if that’s what you mean.” “Then you are dead to me.” His father’s face was hard as steel and there was no emotion in his voice. “You are dead to me and I never want to see you again as long as I live. And you will never get another cent from me.” Richard Watts turned and walked out, brushing past the neighbours who had come out of their own apartments to see what all the noise was about. Calvin’s own anger, which had seemed so righteous moments before, was nothing but ash now. He sank to the floor. What had he done? Why had he said any of that to his father? He hadn’t thought it through. Just reacted. A tear slid down his cheek. He was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. And definitely not in a good way.

As a bareback top, I know everyone has his own desires and own preferences, but for me, there is no better feeling then sliding raw into a nearly smooth tight Asian Ass. Asians in general turn me on to an amazing degree. So often they seem hypersenstive compared to other more rough guys. Fucking a pig is nice, but often it seems their skin, nipples, cock, have lost a lot of sensitivity, so often I can make an Asian slut dance and sing just by a gentle touch of a nipple or armpit. And my god do they go for rimming. So many Asians I end up breeding after starting off with some rimming. Just yesterday I met a guy at a sleazy porn shop in Phoenix, Az. Cute guy, maybe 35, looked like he could have been 20. Said he really needed a BJ and nothing else. Took him back to my place, got him naked, and after some short sucking of his cock, went after his ass. God, the way he moaned and made these cute girly noises had me rock hard. I kept rimming him and he gave me a "just don't fuck me." After some chewing his tilts I started grinding my cock to his hole and that got him to "Fuck me, but use a condom" I relented on this for a bit, just to get inside him. Poor guy had no idea what he was getting into. Ten minutes later I slide out, yanked off the condom and slid back in. If he felt the difference, he didn't say anything. Soon I was getting close and then kept the best part. Just to be "fair" I told him I was going to breed him. This got him going and he started babbling "make baby in me, make me your wife! make baby!!!" Fuck I had to fight the urge to yell as I blasted my load. I could feel myself bucking inside him and the whole time I just held him under me. For anyone else that knows this joy, I urge you to share your conquests as well. Nothing is as good as Breeding Asian Ass.

I love to get facial and I would like to be surrounded by many guys to give me a bukkake. When the cum hit my eyes, it stinks, but it is so hot and sexy. Anyone here likes it?

(This is a continuation of my AirBNBreed story. Hope you enjoy.) There are all kinds of interesting sights on my bus tour of Montreal but nothing’s quite as impressive to me as the guy who’s explaining it all to us. Our guide, Nate, is maybe 5’6” and totally built, with pecs and biceps that look like they’re about to burst through his light blue short-sleeve button-down shirt Hulk-style. Then there’s the beefy legs and bubble butt that his fitted khaki shorts show off to perfection. Though I was hoping to swap seed with a hot French Canadian or twenty while I’m here, I’m more than willing to go for a different physical type, especially if they looked like Nate, who explained at the outset that was born in Hawaii but moved to Montreal when he was a baby. He looks like he could be the Rock’s much shorter little brother. It’s especially hot to hear him speak French to a young, beautiful family of four who are visiting from Paris. Nate’s been smiling and making eye contact with me throughout the tour but that doesn’t necessarily mean he wants my seed. He could just be doing his job. Still, I’m horned up enough after my breed-fest with Frank and Samuel this morning to be a lot more brazen than I would be back home. I look down at my bulging crotch, notice the Bubblicious logo on my Target t-shirt and get an idea. During the next lull in Nate’s narration, I catch his eye, drop one hand to my crotch-lump, give it a sexy squeeze and then pull it up to my chest to meet the other hand, making a point to cover all of the letters of Bubblicious except for the two B’s in the middle. BB. I shoot Nate a cruise-y, penetrating look. He meets my gaze. I look down, tap my fingers on my pecs that say ‘bb,’ then look back up at him. Nate gulps then gives an affirmative nod so small I worry that I might be imagining it. Nate’s visibly flustered when he starts into his next schpiel about the different festivals that happen throughout the summer including gay pride, which he says with a smile is this coming weekend. Then as we pull into a lush park with beautiful views of the city, he says, “We’re going to stop here for photos and a bathroom break. Be back on the bus in fifteen minutes.” He then catches my eyes and smiles. “Actually, make it twenty.” Fuck, it’s on. Once we’re off the bus, an older couple asks Nate to take their picture with the city behind them. Nate takes the camera and while the pair take their positions Nate walks over to me and whispers, “There’s a storage shed to the right of the men’s room. The door says ‘Private.’ Wait outside it for there.” I use the men’s room first, though it’s difficult to pee with my dick hard and throbbing. While I’m peeing, I reach my fingers under my balls and feel a drop of the spunk Samuel and Frank pumped into me earlier. I bring it to my lips and taste it. Sweet. I leave the bathroom and wait casually near the ‘Private’ door. A few minutes tick by. I’m about to give up and head back to the bus, when Nate comes rushing around the corner. He’s literally unbuttoning his shirt as he struts toward me, smiling with lust in his eyes. He doesn’t say a word. He just opens the door to the storage shed and pulls me inside and around a corner to an open area. The next thing I know, his tongue is in my mouth. He pulls away and grabs my pecs, framing the “bb” with his hands as I did earlier. “That was very clever way to send a message,” he says. “What?” I say, feigning cluelessness. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Give me a break,” he says, laughing. “Better yet, give me a load. And make it a huge one.” “Five days worth,” I say, reaching around to grab that bubble ass through his shorts. “We gotta be quick,” he says. “You got any lube?” “No,” I say. “I’ll get it wet with my mouth,” says Nate, before taking out my hard cock and engulfing it with his hot mouth. As I slowly start to face-fuck him I realize I may have a solution to our lube situation. I move my hands from Nate’s head to under his arms and pull him up till we’re face to face, maybe a centimeter apart. “I might have some lube after all,” I say. He gives me a quizzical look. “Before getting on your bus I got fucked by the couple who’s AirBNB I’m staying at,” I explain. “They breed you?” asks Nate. “Of course,” I say. “Both of them. And I’ve been keeping their loads inside me, which believe me, isn’t easy when that bus would hit a bump.” “Fuck, that’s hot,” says Nate. “They both shot huge,” I say. “So you’re proposing we use their loads to lube up your cock for my hole?” “Yeah. Put your hands under my hole and I’ll let ‘em ooze out.” “You don’t want me to use my mouth?” “Damn, you’re a pig after my own heart.” Nate gets down on his knees and I bend my ass toward his mouth. It only takes a couple of pokes with his long hot tongue before I start to release the loads. I hear him slurp up a mouthful then he grabs my hand and spits it into it. I slather it over my raging hard-on as Nate dives back in for more. “Relax that hole, fucker,” he says between slurps. “I want all of their hot seed.” Three mouthfuls into palmfuls later, my cock is drenched and sticky and Nate is bending over a wheelbarrow, exposing his hot hole to me. “We got ten minutes before we have to get back to the bus,” he pants. “I want you in me for nine of them.” “One stroke?” I ask, putting my cum-slick cock head right at his hole. “Do it,” he says. I rear back a bit, so my cockhead leaves his hole then look down to see a tiny strand of Frank/Samuel cum connecting my angry cockhead to Nate’s puckered hole. It catches the light just so. “Fucking beautiful,” I say. “Now take my cock.” I shove my cumstick all the way into his hot hole in one stroke. “Aaaaaggghhhhh!” Nate groans, his handsome tan face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. I wriggle my hips back and forth, my balls right up against his ass, and let him get used to the invasion. “You good?” I ask. “Better than good. Now drill me. Pound me deep until you knock me up.” I start pumping, enjoying the sound of my slick cock sliding in and out of his tight fuckhole. I inhale deeply and almost pass out from sensory overload. “Smell,”I say between fuckstrokes. “It’s so hot…to smell all that man-cum….when neither of us has shot off yet.” As I continue to ream out his guts, I steal a look at my watch to see that three minutes have passed. Seven to go. “God, that dick feels so good,” says Nate. “I feel it getting harder with each stroke.” “That’s because your ass is milking my dick like crazy. It’s determined to pull that sperm right out of me.” “I can’t wait for you to blast that hot cum inside me.” Suddenly, we hear the sound of a metal hitting the ground, like shovel being knock over. We both turn to see the handsome father from Parisian family staring at us. Before I can pull out or even feel mortified, I notice that his cock is out and his jerking it. “It’s okay,” he assures us in that sexy French accent. “I watch.” “Where’s your wife and kids?” asks Nate. “Gift shop,” says Paris Dad. Nate and I share a bemused look then I go right back to deep-dicking him. “That hole ready for some sperm, fucker?” I ask Nate after about a minute of pile-driving. “Yeah, but make it last. We got five minutes and your cock feels amazing.” I focus on fucking Nate without going for blast off. We both look over at Paris Dad whose bearded face is now glazed over and whose hand is now going a mile a minute on his 8-inch uncut cock. “Don’t you dare waste your load on the floor!” barks Nate, opening his mouth wide as if to say, ‘Feed me.’ “Can I fuck it up his ass?” PD asks, jutting his chin at me. “I love to breed. The best.” “You’ll have to ask him,” laughs Nate, “but I feel like the answer is yes. His hole is already slick with two loads from this morning.” “Fuck me,” I say. I bury my dick balls deep in Nate, then do my best to arch my ass up so that PD can get up there. I’ve never gotten fucked while fucking so this is going to be a whole new experience, one I can’t wait to tell Samuel and Frank about back at the house. “I’m Jean-Luc, by the way,” PD says as he slides in slowly, inch by inch. As I feel my cummy fuck-tunnel expanding for him, my dick gets even harder in Nate’s hole if that’s possible. Once Jean Luc’s dick is all the way inside, I say “Okay, this is a first for me. Who drives this train?” “You do, the man in the middle,” says Nate. “Let’s do it…four minutes left.” I start to fuck back onto Jean-Luc’s dick then forward into Nate, then back, then forward. It takes some getting used to but gradually, I get my fuckstrokes down and feel like I’m giving both my partners a grade-A fuck as they meet my strokes with their own fuck-rhythms. The sensation is so overwhelming that I’m not able to form words. I just groan while Nate serves up the breeding talk. “You gonna flood my ass, fucker? Send me back in front of all those people full of your jizz.” “Aaaggghhh….annnggggghhh….yes….” is all I can muster. “Jean-Luc, you breed him first and then he’ll blast right off into me,” says Nate. “Sound good, Randy?” “Ughhhhhh….fuck……aaagghhhhh….yes!” I groan. “Do it, Jean-Luc,” commands Nate. “Breed his ass while your beautiful wife’s outside waiting. Shoot him full of that same sperm you made those precious kids with. Do it.” The dirty talk sends Jean-Luc over the edge. “I’m cumming!” he moans. “I am breeding you.” “Fill it, fucker,” I beg The feeling of Jean-Luc’s Euro-cream pouring into my hole sends me over the edge, too. “Tell me what you need, Nate!” I plead through gritted teeth. “Your cum,” he begs. “Cum in my hole, you fucking piggy barebacker.” Hearing Nate say the word–barebacker–in relation to me sends me past the point of no return, and I start to unload while Jean-Luc’s dick is still buried deep up my rectum. “Here is comes, fuckboy,” I moan. “Take…my….seeeeeeed!” With that, I blast five days worth of American-made jizz right up Nate the Tour Guide’s perfect ass. “Every drop, Randy,” Nate says, while jacking a load into his hand. “Every fucking drop.” I fall onto Nate’s back. Jean-Luc falls onto mine. No one moves for about a minute. We just breathe. I steal a look at my watch. “Two minutes,” I say. “Pull out together,” says Jean Luc. As we both snake our dicks out of our fuckee’s asses, the smell of even more fresh cum fills the air. We stand up and face each other in a three way kiss while our hands explore each other’s asses. My eyes are closed so I don’t see that Nate’s bringing his cum-filled hand up to our mouths until a huge hot glob of it is on my tongue. We snowball the load back and forth between the three of us, making sure all of our lips are coated in white. We look at each other and crack up laughing. “We can’t go back on the bus like this,” says Nate. I grab my Bubblicious t-shirt, find the spot where the two B’s appear together and use that to wipe the cum from all of our faces, but I don’t go near the loads in our asses. Those loads are meant to marinate. “You’re going to walk around with a cummed up t-shirt?” asks Nate. “Damned right,” I say. ••••• “So then we all got back on the bus and we finished the tour,” I explain to Frank and Samuel that afternoon back in their kitchen. “And the wife had no idea?” asks Samuel. “I don’t think so,” I say. “How big was Nate’s dick?” Samuel is asking all the questions because Frank’s mouth is busy felching out Jean-Luc’s load. “About 7, I think,” I say. “And thick. We exchanged numbers. I have a feeling we might swap cum again before I go.” Frank walks over to me breeding toteboard and grabs a marker. “You gave a load to the ass and you took a load in the ass,” he sums up. “So two more hashmarks for you…making a total of four.” “And I haven’t even been in Montreal 24 hours,” I say proudly. “Wanna make it five?” says Samuel pulling away from my hole, his scruff caked in Parisian fuckcream. I look down and see him jerking his raging hard on through his nylon running shorts. It’s already making a pre-cum stain on the fabric. I then say what might be my favorite sentence in the English language. “Breed me.”

My dear AIDSBONE hubby has spent the last two nights in ICU due to a major lung infection. Watching him labor to breathe during those limited moments we can be together is difficult. Doctor says it will be touch and go for a few days until it is determined if an antibiotic will be effective. Seeing this side of the virus, as a newly infected man, is so very powerful. It breaks my heart to think I could lose this wonderful man. It is giving me a glimpse of what could be my own future as the virus replicates within me. But most of all, it reminds me of why I welcomed the virus into my own body. Being connected with generations of men like my husband, for having the shared experience of HIV/AIDS, for becoming the man I knew I needed to be---all of those are so much more in focus. As he fights for his life--fights against the effects of his virus, I am all that much more thankful I have my own strain and I am united with him in this infection. Not what I expected to feel after getting POZZED, but a level of emotion and feeling that is amazing. Chasers and wanna-be guys, this is the reality of our disease. For all of the heated sexual promise of becoming infected, there is the truth of health issues--very serious health issues. It is quite different, but there is a very soft, gentle erotic sensuality of aspect of our shared status. I find myself wishing I could be beside him, one bed over feeling what he feels, knowing what he knows, fighting but knowing I may have to surrender.

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why would you think just because he's fucking your mouth he wants your ass? That's an entirely different scenario for a straight guy. Getting sucked off is ok, fucking a dude isn't so "straight" Even me being a total queen cocksucker would find another guy to suck my dick if all of a sudden there was an asshole in the gloryhole. I go to get my dick sucked and I will fuck your mouth like a cunt.

Hey, Rawladz! I was at the same bb sex party yesterday as Curious_Mississauga. Yes, the Acland bb couple (originally from Australia, now making their home in Toronto) did a few bb performances on the couch on the first floor. They actually did mingle and have sex with the rest of us mortals. I thought this was HOT! But, I looked over and continued to fuck the guy in front of me. The performances were interesting but kind of eclipsed by the sex in front of me. I had to remain focused on the deed in hand (cock/ass - LOL!). I got there about 5 PM. Packed with guys, I'd say. The organizer said about 78 guys made it to this bb sex party. I guess word of mouth is popularizing this great event. To be clear, I had all sorts of holes to fuck, and I managed to fuck two guys in the fuckwall. One guy I liked better because his hole gripped my daddy dick, the other fellow had a very slick hole and my cock was floating inside. I prefer tighter holes. There were 4 of us left to close the club down - myself, my 2 young fuckboys, and 1 other top. I came in my regular boy's ass who was in one sling and then added my seed to his friend's ass in the other sling. Then the young top was pounding the friend's ass. He had a hard time cumming. Oh well... I had a great time with my 2 young boycunts with me! They said they want to go with me on July 2 when the next bb sex party will happen at Club120 in Toronto. It can't get any better!

I love to unload into a sub slut's eyes but don't want it in mine

I'm been going to BZ since it opened back in 2000. It's a dive compared to a Steamworks bathhouse, but Friday and Saturday nights are packed with guys ready to fuck. Back in 2000 there weren't many black guys that frequented BZ, but at prime time on weekends, 50% of the guys are Black. As a cumdump, I love all dick, but I have always had a connection with black guys in that they always seem to wanna fuck me at a higher percentage than white guys. I'm pretty sure I'm the biggest cumdump at BZ. I always get one of the better rooms that's a little more discreet. Sometimes guys gather to gangbang me. Other times, guys more discreet (ironic, cause it is a sex club), will fuck me there and not in one of the rooms in the higher traffic areas because they don't want everyone knowing there business. I get more dick now that I am 50 than I ever have? Why? I have a great ass, I have the experience that enables me to use ever muscle in my hole to work dick, I'm a power bottom that can handle all dick, as hard and deep as for as long as a top wants, I have mastered the art of being totally "clean" so there is never a mishap, I treat each cock with the same craving and intensity as any other, and I workout 6 days a week and have the body of a twentysomething. Most guys that fuck mLe are in there 20's and 30's. They don't care about my age. They just want to breed a guy with a nice body and some good ass.ack Back in the early days of BZ, I started to allow guys to fuck me raw, but not cum in me. One of my favorite regulars had a huge cock that always stayed rock hard (I'll call him Derek). And yes, I mean rock hard. Hardest dick I've ever had. He also could cum in me and continue to fuck me until he gave me 3 or 4 loads. He also had a unique reaction to cumming, he would yell obscenities as he was cumming. Everyone at BZ could here him. I always asked tops in those early days to pull out of me when they were going to cum. That all ended when Don decided not to pull out. As he started to cum and started to yell obscenities, he didn't pull out. I could feel his rock hard dick pulsating in me and it was the most amazing feel I ever had as he shot his load deep inside of me. Derek instantly turned me into a Cumdump. After that first time taking his load. I couldn't stop. All I wanted was to feel guys shoot there load in me and feel the cum loads in my ass for the next few days. Loving the feeling of cum dripping down my leg while at work or elsewhere. In those early days, I wasn't a full-fledged cumdump. During those times, I still only took loads from guys I was sexually attracted to. I actually didn't turn into a cumdump until the past 5 years. I turned into a cumdump when I realized that what I wanted most over attractive guys fucking me was feeling a cock inside of me and getting as many loads as I can. And I also started to realize that the less attractive guys should have equal access to a good hole. So I started to rent the better room at BZ and get on all 4's doggy style to let anyone and everyone use me for there pleasure, and therefore giving me the pleasure of their load as well. Sometimes I would turn around to see who was fucking me. Other times I did not. I didn't really care who it was, all I cared about was getting the load. So I quickly established the reputation as the biggest whore of BZ. I think I also intimidated other bottoms in that I established such a following that I was always ensured to get the most dick. So once i became a full-fledged cumdump, I only had a few pet peeves. One being guys that have a hard time getting hard and want to spend 20 minutes trying to get hard because they want to fuck and breed me so bad. I'm a fairly patient guy, so I give them 5 to 10 minutes to get hard and if they still can't i just politely suggest they come back later. Small dicks also don't do much for me, but as long as I get the load, I'm fine with it. So as long as you are not totally nasty and can get hard, my ass is available to breed. I don't care if you are 120 lbs or 400 lbs, hot or not hot, 21 or 65, 5 inches or 12 inches, just give me the load. The problem with some guys at bathhouses is that they are one-time cummers. They cum once, and they are done and ready to leave. So this means there are a certain number of tops that like to "taste test" ass and go around fucking a 1/2 dozen guys or so before giving up the load. That's the most frustrating. While I enjoy good dick, getting the load is my no. 1 desire. This past Friday was one of my top 10 stays at BZ. It started off a iittle slow. I did notice two totally hot muscled up black guys when I first arrived around 12:30 am. Within the first few hours where a 1/2 dozen guys fucked me, they were two of the guys. After that, for the next few hours, things dried up. That's the thing about BZ, you get the guys ready to fuck you in the first few hours you are there, and then there is a period where there are guys who want to fuck, but aren't totally ready yet. They are just cruising around. So I learned the trick. Black guys tend to arrive a little later around 1 or 2 am and stay until 7 or 8 am in the morning. As morning approaches, the guys who know its about time to leave want that one last fuck. So this time, I decided to renew as my time expired at 6:30am. Why did I renew? Because all of a sudden around 6 am, I started getting fucked continuously by guy after guy, mostly black guys. As soon as a guy would leave, another would enter. I counted another 6 guys between 7:30 and 8:30AM alone. Then another 4 guys between 8:30 AM and 9:30 AM. I couldn't leave as long as there were more guys that wanted to fuck and breed me. My door became a revolving door. I was in my glory. The more dick and loads I got, the more I craved. Now that Ive been used at least 20 times, I still wanted more. But as a cumdump, even 50 wouldn't have satisfied me. The more dick I get, the more I want. My appetite increases with each fuck. The intensity and desire for more dick and loads increases as each guy releases their load in me. So I haven't seen Derek in years. As one of my last breeding sessions of the night ended with an intense fuck of load moans, I opened the door, and Derek was anxiously awaiting his turn with this bottom in the VIP room, not realizing it was me. So it was full circle back to where it all started, with Don. His dick still got rock hard like in the old days, but with a little more effort on his part. And he didn't disappoint. He ended up contributing 4 or 5 loads. Derek and I reminisced about how it was he who was the first to cum in me, and I gave him all the cred for starting me on the path to becoming a true cum dump. As I write this, I sit here wishing I was somewhere getting fucked and breeded over and over again. If I was financially well off and didn't have to work, I would take my local reputation nationally to bathhouses and CumUnion and iML parties around the country to because nationally known as one of the most well-known cum dumps in the USA. Oh, and one last thing....one that probably differs me from other cumdumps. I don't refuse guys who use condoms. All guys need good ass. Once they dispose of the condom in the trash in the room before they leave, I then grab the condom from the trash and suck have of it out and scoop the other half out and insert it into my hole. Yes, I'm Detroit's biggest Cumdump and it is the only time I feel like I'm truly me. I've always been a caring and compassionate guy, and at least guys know where to go to on Friday nights to get some guaranteed good as to breed regarding of age, race, looks, weight, my hole is open to all men who need a stress relief. It's my purpose, and I end up being totally fulfilled emotionally and by being constantly reminded each time cum drips down my leg. Now I wish some porn producer would be willing to hire me as a masked cumdump, in a 100 load + video. Unique in that in every fuck, I adjust to the desires of the top and the rhythm of the top to give them some of the best ass they have ever gotten. And a hole that can so naturally adjust to each size dick, to sense the needs of that individual top. A passionate Italian power bottom that doesn't just lay there and get fucked, but one that you can see through his passionate bottoming, that he really wants to be there, and is enjoying every single cock on an equal level.

Here's an update. I followed through with the dude's instruction and had a butt plug in my ass as I taught the dude's brother's class. In fact I had the butt plug in my ass during two classes as my schedule didn't allow me any other options. My student's big brother was really pleased when I messaged him about the butt plug. While I thought his fetish was a bit odd, I reasoned "Anything to get bred, right?" After school let out I drove to his house, but on this occasion I parked my car a bit down the street which I reasoned with leave me less exposed should the younger brother show-up, as he had the first time around. The play session began with the guy gushing over the fact that he found it soooooo hot I had a toy in my ass while his brother was in my classroom. As he was obviously very turned on, I went down on my knees and began sucking his dick. Within a few minutes, however, as before, the two of us moved upstairs because his brother, my student, was returning home. He stayed down stairs to invent a cover story for his brother's benefit, explaining he'd be in his room for some time, and that he needed privacy to focus on his work. (Closet cases surely are a strange lot.) While he was away, I spent the time huffing poppers, lubing my hole, and reading myself. When he entered the room carrying a basket of laundry, he dropped the clothing, stripped off his shorts, and slid into my ass. Although I was super happy to get fucked my him, I was no less happy I had prepped myself for him. This time around he grabbed a pair of boxers off the top of the laundry basket and stuffed them in my mouth. Before long I realized the shorts in my mouth were wet with sweat and cum. I moaned in pleasure and sucked on them. For thirty minutes he fucked my hole, dumping two loads in the process. Ordinarily I wouldn't take take dick for that long, but I was very committed to pleasuring this guy as long as I was able. As I dressed he moved to scout for his brother, ensuring I had a clear exit. Just before I slipped out of the room, I noticed the boxers he had stuffed into my mouth were clearly too small to be his, but I suppose that can be a conversation another time. In any event, he returned, announced the coast was clear, and escorted me out. I'm not sure what his fascination with his little brother is, but I sure love getting fucked by the guy.

PART THREE - PHASE 2 They actually all left to get that drink, probably to the dive bar around the corner, and I could have just taken off and no longer subject myself to this assault. However, I was too exhausted and literally passed out as soon as I heard the front door shut. I woke up (I don’t know how long I’d been asleep) at the sound of the front door slamming. In HE walked, but he wasn’t with anyone. “Good, you’re still awake,” he commented, sitting down beside me on the bed and giving my ass a squeeze. “I wasn’t,” I murmured, blinking my eyes to clear things. “Let’s get that plug out of that pig hole. I need back in,” he said, standing and removing his clothes again and then the plug. My ass made a loud sucking sound as it released it’s hold of the plug, and then he dove into my upturned hole, nearly all the way on the first stroke. “I fuckin’ love using this ass. Who knew trying to make the rent would end up-” “If you need money-” I began. “Nope. Got it covered. Well, you’ll pay, just in your own way,” he told me slyly. As he got into a good rhythm, I forgot all about everything else and just enjoyed the deep pounding my ass was receiving from the beefy stud. At that point, I didn’t care what diseases his balls would infect me with. He was just too sexy, and his dick felt too good, to care. There is a point you pass when you've been fucked so often that nothing else matters, nothing of your 'normal' life. You might have a respectable job, pillar of the community, all of that bullshit. But when you reach the point of total cumdump slut, to hell with all of it. You find yourself living for the feel of another dick in your pig hole, and as many loads as you can get crammed up in there. “Oh, fuck, man, give me another load. I love your nut in me,” I moaned. “Pig bitch whore likes killer cum,” he laughed. “Good thing, you already took a lot of it. And you’re going to get more,” he grunted, thrusting harder and increasing the pace. Another few frantic moments and I felt his balls draining in my ass as he growled through gritted teeth. He was like an animal and I loved it. “Now that we got you warmed up again,” he began, sliding his still hard cock from my hole, “that ass is going to pay my rent.” Huh? My ass is what? He saw the puzzled look on my face and roared with laughter. “Last time your ass payed for kneeing me in the balls. This time your ass is paying for being stupid enough to come back for more of my toxic seed. You got to be one fucked up dude to come back for more.” Even though he was insulting me, staring up and him all I could think was how hot he is. “You’re hot. Can’t blame a guy for liking what he sees,” I told him bluntly. He was kind of a mess, obviously, and living in a sty, but he was sexy nonetheless. “Well good for me, then. Now about that ass. While I was over at the bar I told everyone there that I had a cumwhore available to take loads. Twenty bucks a pop.” Jesus, he’s pimping me out. I’m nothing but a cheap (clearly -$20! My ass should be at least worth $100!!) whore. Just then there was a knock at the door. He pulled on a pair of shorts that made both crotch and ass look fucking delicious, and then turned to me as he reached the doorway. “Get up and follow me to the living room. I don’t want these strange fucks doing you in my bed. And don’t let any of that cum in you leak out,” he ordered. I did my best to squeeze my ass closed before carefully getting to my feet and heading into the living room. HE was already waiting with a really ugly big guy. He wasn’t a wall of beefy muscle stud like HE was. No, this guy was just big, might have been muscular at some stage in life. But now he had a round middle along with the barrel chest. He did have a very obvious large bulge in the crotch of his leather pants. Fuck me, leather pants have always done something to me. I don’t know what it is, as soon as I see a man in leather, any man, no matter his body, age, or looks, I get a hunger. Top that with an impressive crotch bulge -what’s a whore to do? Immediately my mouth started watering. This is going to be good . . . The big leather man noticed my eyes transfixed on his crotch and laughed. “Your pig likes my bulge, I think,” he told HIM. “Well, get on it, bitch,” he ordered me. I immediately dropped to my knees and stuck my nose right in that crotch and gave a good hard sniff. I was no longer in control of my actions, my body and my need had taken over. As I sniffed him, my tongue involuntarily slipped from my mouth and began licking his leather bulge. He alternated between laughing at my zeal and grunting from pleasure. His bulge kept growing from my attention, and I was now licking the full length of his hard cock through his leather pants. What a fucking rush! After a while he shoved my face away and began undoing his pants. As much as I was enticed by his leather, I had developed a hunger for his meat, too. He pulled out a choice looking 8 incher which I immediately dove down on. I had always considered myself a very poor cock sucker, and it had never been something I craved or looked forward to. Not like I craved cock in my ass. But ever since HE had turned me out that first night, my body was for everything sexual, no matter the hole. I was only allowed to suck for a few minutes and then HE told us to get to fucking, that I had other customers to satisfy soon. The big man grabbed me under my arms and hefted me up, then tossed me onto my knees on the sofa, my ass to him. With no ceremony at all, he buried his beautiful cock up my behind. This was my new purpose, I knew it now. And I reveled in it, sighing a satisfied sigh as he bottomed out in me. Then I began to ride him as he pounded me. We were moving in perfect sync and it was a great fuck. “He poz?” my fucker asked HIM. “Working on it,” HE replied. “Well, he’s gonna get some good viral seed from me soon enough. I assume you gave him yours, too.” “I did,” HE confirmed. “And the bunch you came with into the bar?” my fucker asked. “All poz. A few are full-blown, too. Hell, everyone at the bar tonight is poz, so he’s going to be one toxic fucking mess. His body will be overwhelmed with all of the mixing viral strains. Might even create a new superbug in him,” HE said proudly. I should have been terrified at the prospect, but I was just feeling too damn good, and I continued to slam my ass back hard onto that hard 8 inch dick. Just as he began to blast my hole full of his poison cum, I heard a knock on the door. HE disappeared for a minute, and then returned with two rather skinny looking guys. Cute, but they’d obviously done their share of partying over the years, plus they had that wasting look. My current fucker continued to drain his balls into me and then quickly yanked out, slapped my ass and thanked me, then left. HE came up to me and turned my head to look him in the eyes. “These two have high viral loads, unmedicated, med-resistant, and full-blown AIDS. They’re not just going to fuck you. They’re doing to double-dick you.” My eyes grew wide because I knew he was talking about double penetration. I’d never tried that before, but my ass had been stretched and abused enough by now that I was fairly certain I could take it. Especially once I saw the two guys strip. Their cocks were not huge, but on the healthy side of average. I couldn’t help but think how strange it was to think that -the only healthy looking thing on either of them was their cocks. And those cocks fired toxic venom. There really wasn’t any conversation, either. The two men lay down on the floor, moving their crotches as close together as possible. Both cocks were fairly straight, so they actually stood up nicely together -they looked like on big dick. By now I was excited for the challenge. Something happens when you get a load or two of cum up your ass. You automatically NEED more. Doesn’t matter who they come from as long as you get them up your greedy pig hole. I straddled the two men and slowly lowered myself onto their meat. My hole was good and sloppy, and gaping, so I managed to get about half way down before I felt like they weren’t going to fit. HE didn’t miss a beat, and came over, legs on either side of the guy I was facing, and stuck his hard cock into my mouth while simultaneously pushing down on my shoulders, forcing my hole to stretch open. Without all of that cum in me, it would not have happened. However, I was nice and slick now, and somehow they managed to get further into me. Yes, I felt my hole stretching and it hurt a little, but I was so wet back there it just felt too good to care. It took me at least five minutes to get then as far as they could reach, and my thighs were in agony. At least with that depth of penetration I could rest on my knees for a minute. Once I’d had a bit of a rest, HE grabbed me under the arms and lifted me a little, only to lower me down again. He was going to fuck me on them. Gradually it sped up until my hole was loose around the two cocks inside me. It was a little awkward doing this on the floor, but I rode them as well as I could. There would have been a little more flexibility on a bed, but we managed. And the guys did their part trying to thrust up into me while I balanced and rode them. The first words they spoke came when the one my back was to announced he was seconds away from breeding me. His buddy quickly said that he was too. With that kind of incentive, I did my very best to bounce on those dicks, while HE helped me out by lifting and dropping my full weight onto them. A couple of deep plunges like that was all it took and both men began to moan as their dicks throbbed inside of me. Not the best position to be in for breeding, their cum spewed from their cocks but ran down the length of their shafts, over their draining balls, and pooling on the floor. After another minute HE lifted me completely off of them and by now I was so open that cum and blood was just freely running down the backs of my legs. Not a lot of blood again, so I didn’t worry. But it did remind me that there was no way their viruses had avoided my bloodstream. They quickly dressed and left, not even a thank-you to me or HIM, and I had a moment to catch my breath. He surprised me by coming to me and kissing me hard like he does, and then he noticed the pool of cum on the floor. “Someone needs to clean that up,” he mentioned, his hand was on the back of my neck and pushing my head down towards the floor. Despite the fact that the floor looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in ages, I fell to my knees and licked, slurped and sucked for all I was worth until I had a belly full of toxic cum. He enjoyed watching this aspect of my hunger, chuckling a bit at my hunger for the cum, but mostly I think it turned him on. When I stood back up, his dick was totally hard in his shorts. I didn’t even wait to be told. I tugged his shorts down enough to free his throbbing meat, and then spun around and crammed that gorgeous dick all the way in me. Fuck, I love his cock. Maybe because he was the one who broke me in, but his meat filled me perfectly. This time he let me take the lead while he just stood there and enjoyed my ass riding him. There was a knock on the door and HE just shouted, “Open!” and remained where he was for me to use him for a change.

Part 2 For the next two weeks, all that my mind kept wandering to was him. I didn’t even know his name. But I did know where HE lives. And HE was the best sex I’d ever had in my life. And I wanted MORE. It’s like something had invaded my body with that poisonous cum. The part of me that used to be scared of catching HIV no longer existed. It had been devoured by the disease that was incubating inside me. That’s right, I never went to the hospital. How could I? I was so turned on every time I thought about him and what he did to me. How could I sit there and tell a doctor about it without my raging boner giving me away. I wanted more of him. I needed more of him. And so that brings me to tonight. Right now. I am probably doing something completely stupid, but I think I might go insane if I don’t feel him in me again. So I put on a pair of ass-hugging jeans, simple tee shirt, and grabbed a jacket that hangs a little longer than last time, and headed out. My heart was racing the entire walk, and now I find myself standing in the shadows across the street, watching his house. No movement, but there is a light on. Doesn’t seem like there is anyone else there with him. I walked to the door and knocked. And waited. I was so nervous I was actually shaking. After what felt like eternity, the door flew open. With the one step up into the house from the top step I was on, he was towering over me. “Well, well, well. The bitch came back for more, didn’t ya?” he chuckled. I hadn’t figured out just what I wanted to say to him, despite how many times I played it out in my head. So I ended up stammering, “I just, I wasn’t sure, but, maybe-” He reached out, grabbed my arm and yanked me into the house. In a flash he spun me around and jammed that long tongue down my throat again. This time there was no resistance from me. My tongue was in there, too, gliding and dueling with him, causing us to become a big slobbering sloppy mess. It was a hot fucking kiss! “I knew you’d want more,” he panted once our lips parted. “Come on,” he said, taking me by the hand back to the bedroom. As I got undressed, he was on his phone texting or something, and then he stripped, too. We basically got right back to how it was last time. He wanted me on my stomach while he rimmed me, then he climbed up the bed and straddled me before slowly working his big meat back into me. I’d been so horny for this the last two weeks, my ass felt no pain, and it felt awesome! “Fuck yes, I’ve dreamed about that dick in me every day since I left here,” I groaned. “I knew you would, pig. That’s what sluts, do, right?” he laughed. “Did you keep my babies in you like a good bitch?” “Yes, I put a butt plug in and kept it in me all day,” I replied. “Good, bitch knows what to do. And now you want more. I’ll give you more. We’re gonna get you more than you can handle,” he commented, now working up to quite a frenzied fuck before blasting his first load of the night. That first fuck hadn’t lasted long, but lucky me, I knew that he was good for plenty more. He lay flat on top of me as he came down from his orgasm, his breathing returning to normal. But he seemed perfectly content to lay on me with his hard rod still buried up in me. I was content with it, too. “Any signs of infection yet? It’s been two weeks,” he pointed out. “Not so far,” I told him. “And my ass was bleeding, too. No wonder everyone stared at me on the way home. My pants were soaked with cum and sweat and some blood.” “I’ll get you what you want. It is what you want, isn’t it?” he asked, teasingly rutting his hips to stimulate my ass even more. “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “I want you to fill me with your virus. Infect me. Poz me,” I said. “Good bitch,” he cooed in my ear. “We’re gonna give you more deadly cum that your body will know what to do with.” We? Who is this ‘we’? Suddenly I heard the front door slam shut, and the sounds of several pairs of feet clunking down the hall to us. I tried to look back and see how many people he’d invited over, but his face was right next to mine. I could hear jackets and shoes being removed, but no one spoke at first. Finally HE (I still didn’t know his name) did a push-up and hovered over me for a moment before ramming into my ass with a couple of powerful slams. And then he eased out completely and climbed off of me. I quickly flipped over and was greeted with a sight most horrific. Where HE was built and hot, his choice of friends left a lot to be desired. A rougher bunch of men I’ve never seen. Five in all, they looked like they ranged in age from 40-ish to at least 60. A couple looked like bikers, in their beat-up leathers. Another looked like he was homeless he was so messy looking. And the remaining two were basically skeletons with skin. My stomach lurched. This is not what I came here for. I just wanted a hot fuck from a real stud again. This was delving into dark territory. What do you do when your entire body is lit up with lust but your brain is screaming ‘FIRE!’? I guess HE saw my hesitation and spoke up. “There’s no where to go so you might as well lay back and enjoy the ride. Just like you enjoyed it with me the first time. It brought you back here, didn’t it?” he noted. I couldn’t argue with that. Besides, I was staring at a wall of hard dicks and horny men. Fuck it! I rolled back over and presented my ass to them. I don’t have to see them, anyway. It’s just their cocks I’m interested in. “Fuck yeah, that’s right, bitch,” one of the guys said as he crawled up behind me and lined his hard dick up with my cum-lubed hole. “We’re going to fuck you up,” he added right before shoving balls deep in me, forcing the breath from my lungs. I groaned and sucked in air for a few seconds. Luckily my ass was already fucked by the biggest dick among them, and well lubed, so he had a smooth ride. They all stood around cheering him on. I could tell from the feel of him that he was one of the bikers, just from his general size. His dick felt good, a comfortable ride at 7-ish inches. He slammed into me over and over and over. The friction in my ass was heavenly. After I don’t know how long, he lost control and buried balls-deep into me while his toxic cum flooded my ass. I swear I was born with extra nerve endings back there -I can always feel every drop of cum as it enters my fuckhole. “What do you say, bitch?” HE bellowed. “My friend just gave you a gift.” “Thank-you, Sir.” “Thank-you, Sir for what?” the guy asked me. “Thank-you for your poz load, Sir.” “Not just poz, bitch. I’ve got AIDS. Enjoy,” he chirped, sliding out of me and giving my unbruised butt cheek a swat. Next came the one I thought looked homeless. I knew it wasn’t the other biker because he’s bigger, and it definitely wasn’t one of the skeletal men, either. His dick actually felt bigger than the first guy, a nice surprise for a smaller guy. It stretched my hole and filled me. As he pounded my hole, the thickness caused my ass to make all sorts of raunchy sloppy slurping noises, which the guys all seemed to get off on. Hell, I was getting off on it, too! Between that and the knowledge that my hole was getting filled with their seed, I was feeling like one happy pig. I didn’t bother trying to hide my big smile as I rode back on that dick and fucked myself with it. HE laughed when he saw my obvious pleasure at being used like a cumdump. “Look at you, smiling and happy like a true whore. I should be makin’ money off of you,” he laughed to himself. Then HE grabbed his phone off of the night stand and started taking pictures of my smiling face as I rode the stranger’s dick. I didn’t try to hide myself from that, either. I had no idea what he had planned for the pictures, but I was feeling too good to care. This guy came in my ass, and immediately climbed off. Only seconds later one of the bony thin men was pressing himself up against my upturned ass. I could feel the bones of his hips against my butt cheeks for a moment before he pulled himself back and lined his cock up with my hole. This dick was crazy -it was so thick my hole hurt as it tried to stretch open. Honestly, it felt like he was trying to fist me. Finally just the huge head popped in, causing me to yelp out. This, naturally, caused all of the men to laugh and taunt me. And spur the skinny fucker on. Not the best idea when it didn’t feel like he was going to get in me another inch. It was THAT thick. But not waiting for me to voice any protest, HE ran behind the guy and shoved forward hard. I yelled out as I felt my hole stretch and tear for the unnaturally thick cock. I knew I was torn because as he began to fuck in and out of me, I could feel my hole get a lot slicker from the added blood mixing with the cum. I glanced down between my legs and watched. After several minutes of hard pounding, causing an even more obscene sloppy slurping noise, I began notice a light pink mixture oozing down the insides of my legs. Cum mixed with blood. It wasn’t shockingly red, not even close, so I didn’t panic. I knew that the worst was over, and his dick was now feeling great slamming into me. Eventually I was pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts, riding that monster meat like my life depended on it. I was hoping that his wad would be proportionate to the size of his dick. I could feel a set of big balls flopping against my own low hangers with every forward thrust he made. They felt like big balls, so I really did hope they were full for me. Sure enough, within a matter of minutes, he was giving telltale signs that his orgasm was near. His bony hips hit my ass cheeks harder and faster while his skinny fingers dug into the flesh of my waist. Finally he roared loudly, called me a fucking AIDScumWhore, and literally drenched my guts with his toxic seed. And yes, those balls were FULL. He stayed in me for a couple of minutes, and his dick pulsed non stop the entire time. My hole was slick. With an audible slurping/sucking sound, he gently eased his semi-hard cock from my hole, and I felt the other biker take his place. “Fuck yeah, I love some AIDS sloppy seconds,” he grunted as he jammed his cock into me. It wasn’t nearly as thick as the last guy, so he easily coasted into my hole and set about pounding me to mush. His basically average sized dick was a nice break from the stress my body had been enduring, so now I was able to catch my breath and allow him to use my hole to dump his load. A few minutes passed and he added his cum to the mix of venomous seed that was polluting my insides. Just the thought of it now had my dick twitching like a divining rod beneath me, and leaking precum like a faucet. Last up was the other scrawny wasting man. His dick wasn’t as thick as his mates, but it was longer. He hit me deep as he entered me, slowly but surely, until his hips rested against my ass. This entire time I’d been doggie, so it was actually a relief when he pulled back out and told me to flip onto my back so I could look at all of the men who had gifted me with their precious HIV+ semen. I didn’t hesitate and was on my back as quickly as one might expect from a cumwhore. He was back in me and slamming away in a matter of seconds while the others cheered him on. My eyes scanned them all, the look of satisfaction they all wore on their faces, and their already hardening dicks that were probably going to be making a second stab at my ass as soon as this wasting fucker got through with me. They all took such pleasure in passing their disease on. I wondered how many other unsuspecting guys had fallen victim to their deadly dicks. Just thinking about all of that cum in me, their toxic baby batter, it kept me so high and in heat, I started egging the fucker on. After all, they wanted me to play the part of the toxic cumwhore -give the people what they want! “Come on, give it to me, fuck another load of AIDS juice into me. Flood my ass,” I urged. “Oh, yeah, you like taking dying AIDS dick in you?” the skinny fucker asked. “Sick fuck, that’s what you are. And you’re getting loads from a bunch of truly sick fucks, you fucking pig. You’re gonna be so diseased and toxic when we get done with you.” “Fuck yeah, give it to me. I want all of your loads. Fucking load me up!” I begged. They all cheered us on, and finally he jammed as deep into my ass as he could reach. I thought he was going to empty his nuts now, but he settled close to me and I could feel him fidgeting around my ass. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until I felt more pressure at my opening. After a couple of minutes of pushing, I felt a sudden rush and the pressure stopped, his hips were as tight against me as possible. That’s when I realized he’d shoved his balls up into my ass, too. Fucking hell, I’ve never had a man even try to do that before but it was HOT! Of course he couldn’t really fuck now or they would pop out, so I squeezed his entire goody package with my ass muscles (I somehow managed considering how slack I felt inside) and worked to milk his load out of him. The other guys were going nuts watching this, cheering us on. And I was thrilled -I felt like I’d climbed Everest or something. It really was a wonderful sensation having his cock and balls plugging my hole. Like a butt plug that gives you loads -what a dream! I squeezed and squeezed and finally he started grunting. “That’s it, whore, milk my load out. Come on, pig, work that ass and you’ll get a nice big load right up in there. Uuugh, fuck yes, that’s it!” he roared as I felt his balls twitch and his dick throb, filling me completely with his offering. It was quite a while before we finally came down, and he carefully worked his sensitive balls and dick out of my hole, and then HE stepped up and jammed a big plug into my ass. “Come on, guys, let’s go get a drink and leave the pig here to rest a few minutes before we get onto Phase 2.”

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hot story . i was given .5 slam last weekend and got bred blindfolded n tied up by i dont know how many raw cocks at s hotel room .

Author's note: Sincere apologies for the long delay. Dealing with some writers block and a few very busy months at work. The story has also become a little longer than expected (oops) but I do have the next chapter almost done so that should be posted in a day or two (and the final chapter is an epilogue of sorts to wrap up loose ends and, hopefully, won't take too long either). If you read and enjoy this or my other stories, thank you for your patience. :-) Part 3: Changed Circumstances Calvin slumped low in his seat, his eyes drooping. He was not having a good day. He wanted to listen — he really did — and he knew he should be able to. But the professor was rambling on about… well, something. Calvin wasn’t even sure what the hell the old guy was talking about. He just felt trapped in this stuffy old classroom. He had arrived over fifteen minutes late to class… and he was lucky he had made it all all. He had taken a bus to campus but ended up going two miles in the wrong direction before he realised something was wrong. When had bus schedules gotten so complicated? He kept thinking about the things that Seb had said. But that wasn’t real. It couldn’t be… you can’t suck someone’s brains out through their dick. He was smart! He had always been the smartest kid in the room. Always. So why did he feel like his brain was so fucking slow? There was, of course, just one topic he couldn’t stop thinking about. Thoughts of sex - of cocks and asses, of armpits and feet, of cum and piss — were always on his mind. At home, or walking down the street, or even here in class. He could barely look at a guy without imagining the scent of his sweaty ballsack, the taste of his cum, or how good it would feel to get the stranger’s cock in his ass. He was getting hard just thinking about it. He hadn’t fucked around with anyone since Tommy a couple days ago… but he had watched a lot of porn over the weekend. Once he had remembered his laptop password anyway. That had taken awhile. He had watched porn before, of course, but never gay porn. And now he had all sort of things he wanted to try — ideas gleaned from the videos, “Mr. Watts? Earth to Mr. Watts?” “Huh?” Calvin looked up realising someone was calling his name. Fuck! The professor stood at the aisle a few feet from his seat. “Am I boring you, Mr. Watts?” Calvin felt sweat begin to bead on his forehead. “Um… no?” That seemed like the safest answer. “Really? So tell me then, what type of response is the limbic system associated with?” “Lem-bick?” The word sounded familiar but Calvin wasn’t sure what it was. Why couldn’t this guy just talk english? “Come on now, its a simple question. Or have you somehow shuffled into the wrong classroom? Arriving late, I might add.” The other students all laughed and Calvin’s face felt red. They all thought he was an idiot. No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. He was smarter than them… … He was supposed to be anyway. But he wasn’t so sure anymore. “I don’t know.” His voice cracked, almost a croak, and his eyes were burning. No. He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t… A sob escaped from somewhere in his chest. The professor paused, frowning. “The correct answer is emotional responses. If you are going to succeed in this class, you are going to need to start reading the assigned text.” Calvin was grateful when the professor turned away without further comment. but it felt like everyone in the class was still laughing at him. He slumped further down in his seat. When class was dismissed he grabbed his bag and ran from the room. He didn’t even bother packing his textbook, leaving it behind on the desk. Once he was away from the classroom he felt a little better. It was so good to get out of that stuffy old room. How had he ever found that stuff so interesting? It was so fucking complicated. He hated it. “Fuck classes today.” He muttered. “I need to clear my head of all that bullshit. I can figure this out. Just have to focus….” He didn’t even realise that he was thinking out loud. It was just easier to stay focused when he talked through his thoughts. Calvin watched people as he walked. Well…he watched the men anyway. He couldn’t help but look at the crotches as he walked across campus. His cock was hard and throbbing and his hole was flexing as if demanding to be fed. What the hell was happening to him? He tried to be subtle about it but he was sure at least a few guys noticed. The middle of campus was the Quad. A large open space where students tended to congregate His eyes immediately were drawn to two guys throwing a frisbee on the lawn. Both bare chested, lean, and muscular. Wet dreams come to life. Calvin stopped absently and enjoyed the view. Bet they’re in a frat, he thought. The blond was wearing a baseball cap set backwards to cover his uncombed hair. He had a firm chest, small brown nipples and a sexy six pack. Black trackies sagged slightly on his hips. Calvin loved the white stripe running up the side. That was cool. The second man was similar, handsome and sexy but with dark hair and an unshaven face. No beard, like he had skipped shaving that morning. Nice fit body. His jeans seemed to hang effortlessly, just covering his crotch, despite not wearing a belt. No pubic hair was visible. This guy must shave down there, Calvin thought absently. “What are you looking at, fag?” It was the blond. “I… I’m…” Calvin’s mind went blank. Panic. “I asked you a question. What are you stupid or something?” He took a step towards Calvin. “Lay off, Kirk.” The dark haired guy rolled his eyes. “Nothing wrong with looking. Plus he’s kind of cute.” “Yeah.” The blond’s angry expression vanished and he started laughing. “But it was hysterical. I bet he almost pissed himself.” Calvin’s mind was just starting to put the pieces together. “Your just… teasing?” “Yeah, dude. You’re good.” The blond - Kirk - said. “More than good in my opinion.” The dark haired guy came forward. His eyes drifted down Calvin’s body like a caress. “I’m Evan.” “Nice to meet you, I”m Calvin.” “As in the underwear?” Kirk laughed as if it were the most witty thing ever said. But Calvin didn’t really understand. “Don’t worry about him.” Evan said as he moved close to Calvin. He smelled so good. Masculine and a hint of sweat. Calvin licked his lips. His eyes moved, of their own accord, to Evan’s crotch. It looked pleasantly full. Calvin’s own cock began to plump up in response. Evan noticed. “You like what you see?” “Oh for fuck sake.” Kirk sighed. “Enough with the song and dance. Lets just get back home and you two can fuck already.” “Well, ignoring my boorish friend, I would love for you to come over.” “Cool.” Calvin smiled. His cock was fully hard now. “I’m game.” Evan put his arm around Calvin’s shoulder. “Come on. We don’t live far. Just a couple blocks off campus.” “I assume this is going to be a freebie?” Kirk asked Evan as he fell in alongside them. Evan only scowled a silent ‘shut up’ look at his friend. Calvin didn’t understand what the hell the were talking about but it didn’t really matter. All he knew is that he was about to get fucked again. And THAT was all that really mattered. As they walked, Evan’s hand slipped from Calvin’s shoulder, down the back, finally resting with his hand cupping Calvin’s butt. Calvin wondered if he should be embarrassed… anyone could see!… but it felt so good he couldn’t bring himself to care. True to Evan’s statement, the trio arrived at an apartment just a few minutes away. They had talked during the walk and Kirk had said they liked having their privacy away from the dorms. He said something about having found a way to make some extra college money, but again Evan shut him up with a glare. Kirk laughed again but Calvin couldn’t figure out why… so he just ignored it. He had a feeling he might be doing that a lot from now on. The apartment wasn’t terribly fancy or anything, just simple yet solid construction. Calvin didn’t really have time to look, however, as Evan pulled him in close before the door was even shut. Their lips met and Calvin forgot all about the apartment. Evan’s hands roamed freely around Calvin’s body and Calvin returned the attention. Face. Nipples. Arms. Abs. Ass. Crotch. Everything received a little attention. Both men were hard and aching in their jeans. Calvin absently noticed Kirk had got himself a beer and sat nearby in a chair. Watching them. Smirking. His hand rubbing his own crotch. Calvin licked his lips absently at the bulge he could see there… but then Evan’s hands on his shoulders, pushing him gently down to his knees, brought his attention back. He glanced up at Evan for permission and, once he received a nod, eagerly unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans between his and what he wanted. He could smell the other man’s musk…. sweat, cum, maybe a slight smell of piss. It was captivating. His fingers reached in and wrapped around the cock waiting for him. It wasn’t as big as Tommy’s cock had been but it was bigger than Calvin’s own cock. Calvin wondered if he would ever see a cock as big as Tommy’s again. But the thought drifted away as he focused on the very real and very present cock in front of him. It reminded Calvin of a banana with its very curved shaft. It was about as big as a good size banana as well. The groin was shaved smooth. Other than a moment to gaze at the cock and to savour the aroma, he didn’t hesitate. His lips kissed their way down the shaft, then back up. His tongue swirled around the pleasantly thick head, getting just a hint of the taste of pre-cum. It only made him hornier. Finally he opened wide and let the cock slip into his warm and waiting mouth. Evan’s hands wrapped around Calvin’s head and — gently but determinedly — pressed deeper into the warm and waiting mouth. “Yeah. That’s it cocksucker.” Kirk said from his chair. “Get him good and wet.” Calvin could see from the corner of his eyes that Kirk had his cock out now and was stroking himself in time with Evan’s thrusting cock. He knew he was horny, he knew he craved it, but he had’t know how much he NEEDED cock until this moment. Evan slipped his jeans down further and Calvin saw that he had a tattoo on his groin. He wondered, briefly, if it hurt to get a tattoo… especially there. The design seemed familiar with three incomplete circles — they looked a bit like claws or pincers or something, vaguely threatening, radiating out from a central circle. One pincer pointing up, one facing left, and one facing right. It looked very familiar to Calvin. He had seen it on chemical bottles and such. But he couldn’t think of what it meant… and he didn’t really care. It looked cool. He let his fingers stroke it absently as he sucked the cock. “You like that?” Evan asked, smiling down. “Do you know what it means?” Calvin just shrugged. He didn’t want to look stupid… and his mouth was full anyway. “I’ve got one just like it.” Kirk said. “Maybe we can get you one just like it soon.” He was chuckling again. He liked to laugh a lot, Calvin decided. Evan’s cock was deep inside his mouth, the curved shaft sliding across his tongue, and demanding entry into his throat. Just like with Seb, his body just seemed to know what to do. He tilted his head back to open his throat, swallowed, and let the cock slide balls deep. “Oh, fuck yeah. That feels so good.” “It looks hot from here too.” Kirk said. Calvin couldn’t talk, but he moaned his happy reply. Evan pulled his cock all the way back to Calvin’s lips. Then pulled all the way back in with one determined thrust. Then out again. Then in. Quickly building up speed until he was face fucking the willing cocksucker. Calvin could taste the precum coating his tongue and it was driving him wild. Evan’s ballsack started to lift, the thrusting becoming more erratic, the fingers gripping his head just a little tighter… And then Evan stopped. Suddenly. Pulling his cock out of Calvin’s mouth. Calvin dove forward. Trying to get it back in his mouth. “Not yet, babe.” Evan gently held Calvin back from his cock. He was breathing hard and his cock looked like it could cum with just a touch. “I’m not ready yet.” “Why don’t you come over here.” Kirk said. He waved his very hard cock. “You can suck on this. I’m sure Evan will find something to entertain himself.” With just the briefest of pauses to look to Evan for permission, Calvin scrambled over to kneel between Kirk’s thighs. This cock was so different from Evan’s. It was uncut, like Seb’s had been over the weekend, and about an inch shorter than the curved dick he had just been sucking. But it was thick. Damn thick and unbent. A patch of blond hair surrounded Kirk’s cock…. trimmed perhaps, but not shaved. Calvin happily opened his mouth and swallowed the big cock. Despite his strangely acquired new skills, he gagged when he tried to sink the cock into his throat. He felt like he was trying to fit a 7 inch pipe into a 5 inch hole. But he kept working the cock in his mouth and trying to coax his throat to open a little wider. He felt hands at his hips. Evan. Unbuckling his belt. Unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Pulling them down. Exposing his ass. He knew what was coming. His hole started quivering in anticipation. He lifted his knees so Evan could slide the pants off. Evan gave his butt a playful slap. “Damn. That’s a nice ass. Got to get a taste.” He knelt down and his tongue found it’s way to Calvin’s puckered hole. Calvin moaned. His whole body was spasming. Like electricity was surging through him… but in a good way. And as he moaned, his throat opened and Kirk’s cock finally slipped deep. Calvin gagged around the thick invader but Kirk was merciless. The blond man’s hands were tight on his head. Not letting him up. “Fuck yeah! Deep throat my cock, bitch. Your throat feels awesome!” Panic rising. Face red. Body struggling. Finally the hands loosened and Calvin’s slipped back, letting the cock slide out of his throat. Out of his mouth. He gasped desperately for breath. It took a couple minutes before his breathing calmed down. Evan’s tongue continued on his ass. Licking. Sucking. Teasing. Tormenting. “Come on, boy.” Kirk frowned when the red finally started to drain from Calvin’s face. “You would think you’ve never sucked cock before.” ‘Only… only two before today.” Evan pulled off his ass. “Hot damn. A newbie then. Been fucked before?” “Just once.” “Shit. I would have loved to claim your cherry. Still…. you have a great ass and I’m still going to fuck you.” “Yes… please.” Calvin’s ass swayed slightly. Evan paused. Then sighed. “Do you want me to wear a condom?” The memory of Tommy trying on the condom flashed through Calvin’s mind. “No… they don’t feel good.” “Are you sure. You do know that we’re both…” “Shut the fuck up, dude.” Kirk hissed. “He doesn’t want a condom. And you don’t want to wear one anyway.” Evan glared at Kirk but, after a moment, just shrugged and let the subject drop. Calvin tried to figure out what the two guys were arguing about. He felt like he were missing something obvious but he had no idea what. Calvin forgot all about it, however, as Evan shifted forward so his cock, achingly hard, slid up and down the crack. Calvin cooed. “Please. I need it. I need it so bad. Please put it in me.” “As you wish.” And Evan’s shifted his dick, pointed it straight into Calvin’s anal ring. And pushed. The hole hesitantly opened for him. “Fuuuuuuuuuck! Damn you are tight… you feel so good.” I’m making him feel good. I’m making him happy! The thought made Calvin feel proud. He didn’t even hesitate when Kirk’s dick prodded his lips. He opened his mouth and let it inside. The two cocks moved almost in sync. In and out of his ass. His mouth. Evan’s hands gripping his hips, pulling him back into the fuck. Kirk’s hands holding his head still so he could thrust his cock into Calvin’s mouth and into his throat. Calvin gagged but that only seemed to make Kirk laugh and thrust all the harder. “Yeah, bitch. Choke on that big dick. You keep doing that and you are going to get me off real quick. Do you want that? Do you want my dirty cum floating in your belly?” A moan, from somewhere deep inside, was the only reply that Calvin could offer. A low sound of pure lust. His eyes were red, tears flowed down his cheeks, his nose was running, his chin covered with the slime his gagging throat was kicking up… but he had never felt so sexual. Never felt so alive. “Here it comes, cocksucker! Take it! Take my load.” Kirk’s hands tightened on the back of Calvin’s head, pulling him all the way down the shaft, balls deep, and held him there. Then the shaft started to heave and flex … and Calvin knew Kirk’s load was firing directly down his throat. Evan’s thrusts had also sped up, become frantic. His fingernails were digging into Calvin’s hips. “Shit… that’s pushing me over the Edge. I’m gonna cum!” And he did. His thrusts didn’t stop as he unloaded deep inside Calvin’s hole. Evan leaned forward, his weight guiding Calvin to sink to lay flat on his belly. “Yeah… you’ve got a bit of me inside. Part of me is always gonna be in you now. We’re always going to be connected.” “And, don’t worry, slut.” Kirk patted him on the head. “We aren’t done yet. You’re gonna take a least one of my loads up your ass … and I’m sure loverboy here has more for you as well.” “Yes, please.” Calvin smiled. It was dark by the time Calvin left the apartment. His ass was so sore it hurt a bit to walk. But he loved it. He loved the way his lips felt a little swollen from sucking cock. He loved the ache on his (perhaps not quite as tight as it had been) hole. He loved the feeling of the creamy cum dripping out and sliding down his leg. He and Evan had traded phone numbers. And at one point, while Evan was out of the room, Kirk had bookmarked a few websites on Calvin’s phone. They were hook up apps, Kirk had told him, to help him find guys who wanted to fuck his throat and fuck his ass. He assured Calvin there was no need to talk to Evan about them as he laughed yet again. Damn, this guy seemed to find everything he said funny. Calvin couldn’t wait to take a look at the apps. Yeah.. his ass and lips hurt… but he was still horny. Still wanted more. He hadn’t even made it home when he opened one of the webpages and scrolled through profiles and pictures. The only thing that seemed strange was that some of the profiles had that same symbol that both Evan and Kirk had as tattoos. Calvin wished he could remember what it meant.

THE FURNACE MAN #3 I crawled onto the bed and wiggled my ass at him. “Rim it again,” I told him. Apparently he didn’t need to be told twice. He slid the plug back out of my ass and dove in tongue first, probing my hole for as much cum as he could get. I thought he’d awakened a fire in me, but his first taste of cum downstairs had awakened a fire in him, too. More like hunger, really, just like the hunger my hole often felt. He licked, probed and slurped my butt for a good fifteen minutes at least, enjoying tasting it all. He just couldn’t get enough. When he finally came up for air, he wore a huge satisfied grin. Mind you, his face was all sloppy with juices, but I leaned in and helped clean up with some tongue work of my own. In addition, evidently the taste of cum had the same effect on him as it does on me: one taste and his dick was ramrod hard. He was ready to go again. This time I had him lay on his back and I lowered myself onto his upright rod, immediately impaling myself, slamming up and down over and over again. We had gone past the point of enjoying the sex and gone into more of a sex-crazed state of mind. We were both desperate to get more cum. I wanted more come in my ass and he wanted it in his mouth. I rode him, and rode him hard, determined to work another quick load out of his balls. My hips and thighs were hurting but I couldn’t give up. I knew I would be walking funny for days to come, but I didn’t care. Nothing was going to stop me. After several minutes of feverish pounding, he was getting close, so he took hold of my hips and helped slam me down harder into his pelvis. Our mutual desperation was definitely translating into the way we were fucking: we were both becoming more aggressive. I think that he knew that he could ram me as hard as he wanted at this point and it wouldn’t hurt me. This was uninhibited sex at it’s very best. Finally he roared loudly as he lifted his hips up off of the bed, carrying me up with him, as he drove his cock as far into my guts as he possibly could, while his stud juice flowed deep inside me. After the first couple of pulses of his dick, we fell back down to the mattress and I worked my ass muscles on him to suck the rest of his load out of his balls. That was load number four. I got nine loads in my ass from him that night, and broke his record good! Our fucks after that fourth load became more and more intense, bordering on violent. My hole was sloppy and wide open for him at this point, so I only felt insane pleasure. He ate my ass after load six and after the ninth, sharing that final helping of cum with me in a sloppy kiss before we finally collapsed and fell asleep in a tangle of sweaty body parts, stinking of sweat and sex and cum. We had literally fucked all night long, taking hydration and snack breaks a couple of times in between, and only fell asleep going on six in the morning. He called in sick to work so we could sleep. He didn’t hang around for long after we finally woke up just after one in the afternoon. We talked a bit about how amazing that had been, and we will fuck again now that he knows he can call me whenever, but it is clear to both of us that we are not to be anything other than fuck friends. He’s got a lot of catching up to do, learning more of his own interests and limits, such as he needs to figure out just far he wants to go. With all of his enthusiasm and passion that night, I would say he is gay now, but clearly that’s for him to decide. Moreover, if you’ve read any of my other writing, you know that I am on my own path, and I doubt that he will be ready for anything like that for a long time. But you never know.

chicago here @ steamworks party.... layed back on my back, legs spread jerking showing my cock n hole off. Black mature man stops in, leaves door open, fucks my ass and breeds it, leaves me with a creampie..... I can feel it running down my ass. Next guy was in love with the cum, leaking from my hole, fucks my ass and gives me another load and leaves. 3rd guy stopped by and asked how loads in that sweet pussy.... I said just 2, he ate my ass out while also fingering my hole. got up to 4 fingers in there and poppered me up and eventually had me shoot from all the ass play, licked that up... I went home after that, firgured I had my share...lol

Barrio Boy Gives Me a Load: I was living in San Antonio and the gay rodeo had come to town, which was a pretty big deal as gay men and women from all over the state came to the city to enjoy the festivities. It was a Saturday afternoon and I went to see that afternoon’s rodeo show with a group of friends so we could eye the cowboy candy, hangout, and just have fun. We spent all afternoon and into early evening at the rodeo and by the time we moved to one of the gay country western bars off North Main I was pretty buzzed, horned, and eager to find some raw cowboy dick. Far too quickly my friends said they were ready to leave, which was just fine with me as they had cock blocked me anytime I even glanced at one of the strangers visiting town. Usually I only drank beer, but that night had had a few shots of tequila and was having a blast so told them I would grab a cab and to go on without me. I was sure I would get lucky now that my friends had left. Well, I’m not sure what was in the air that night, but I was having no luck with the cowboy crowd at all and said fuck it, time to go home. I headed out of the club and decided to walk a bit and turned right onto the side street instead of left to North Main. I had barely gone a block when this car slowed down beside me and this Mexican guy leaned over and asked through the open window (in a very heavy Spanish accent), “Wanna ride?” I was a bit drunk by then and decided to ignore the fact that I could smell the strong aroma of weed coming out of his car and the fleeting thought of cops pulling us over, or that he looked a bit rough, and totally straight. I was horny and ever hopeful and said, “Sure, thanks man.” As soon as I sat in the car he started driving. He did not ask me where I lived and I did not really care and naively it did not even cross my mind that he might try to rob me, or worse. I asked him if he lived in the city and he said, “Si,” then several words in Spanish I did not understand. He then pointed several times with his left thumb towards to west side of town and said, “En el barrio. Barrio.” Aaahhh. OK. We drove for a couple minutes when he handed a joint to me and asked, “You want?” I said, “No, thanks, but I don’t mind if you do and want some company.” The barrio boy looked at me sideways as he drove and I could not tell what his was thinking, but he said, “OK” and kept driving. At the next stop light he set his still it joint in the ahstray, then reached under his seat, pulled out a plastic baggy that looked like a giant marshmellow, untwisted the rubber band that was keep the end closed. I watched as he then leaned over and opened the glove compartment, fished around, and pulled out two small, metal straws. The barrio boy handed one to me and then with other he put one tip into his nose and the other into the raised baggy and SNORTED. He switched to the other nostril, SNORTED, shook his head, turned to me and smiled and handed the baggy to me. I eyed the chunky powder, took my metal straw and mimicked what I saw him do. HOLY FUCK! After the initial nose weirdness, I felt light, full of energy, my mind seemed less foggy from drinking, and my horniness level went from 8 to 10, 10, 10. The light changed, the barrio boy laughed and nodded his head enjoying the shared elation, and handed me the rubber band so I could close up the goody bag. While I had tops order me to do coke again in the future, it never seemed to live up to that first time – and night. Several minutes later we pulled into a parking lot of a store and he hopped out and went inside. I started to look around realized I had no fucking idea where I was in the city, but again, did not really care. I hefted the good bag and was tempted to snort some more, but there were too many people around, so I laid my head back on the seat, closed my eyes a moment, listened to the music, and the sounds of the city around us. The barrio boy hopped back in the car and handed me a bottle of tequila in a brown paper bag and gave me a wicked smile. He also set a bag on the back seat that I could see had beer in it. I had not really paid attention before, but in the bright lights from the store and parking lot I then realized he was sort of hot. Nice thick mustache, wavy dark hair, about my age, and damn those eyes. The car revved back to life, we started driving again and I took a big swig of tequila and coughed and choked. Damn that shit burned! The barrio boy laughed, grabbed the bottle, threw back a deep swig, smiled and set the bottle between his crotch and the steering wheel. I was hoping that was an invitation of things to come. We continued to drive around the city for a while taking turns swigging from the bottle of tequila, emptying a few beers, him smoking his joints, and both of us taking turns snorting powder. The barrio boy still did not say anything as it was clear our language barrier –for general conversation anyways – was a problem, so we just smiled and nodded at each other and enjoyed the company. After a while he turned the car down a side street that was a bit darker and took several more turns. I realized I was not seeing any cars anymore and it was getting darker and darker. He finally stopped the car and I looked around. It appeared we were in the middle of a bunch of warehouses that were a good ways west of downtown as I could see the city center off to my right. No people, no cars, no idea where I was and maybe I should have been afraid, but the tequila made me say what the fuck – whatever. The barrio boy parked the car and turned it car off. I was enveloped in quiet and darkness save for the light cast by the nearly full moon and the small security light dangling by a wire on the corner of the warehouse. My eyes then turned to my Mexican friend, he looked over at me and gave me a crooked smile and I melted. He then turned the radio to a more mellow Spanish music station, pulled out another joint and lit up, took a big hit, smiled again, sat back in the seat, closed his eyes and let it take. I was still sort of confused and not sure what exactly was up, so took another swig of tequila and chased it with two big snorts. I then grabbed two more beers and handed one to him and he nodded his thanks. I had downed about half the beer when I glanced at him and saw he was rubbing his crotch. Or was I just drunk? High? No he was definitely rubbing his crotch. He put the joint between his lips, arched his body and unzipped his pants, and this fat, uncut dick flopped out. Now that his dick could breathe, he grabbed the lighter, relit his joint, looked at me and gave me that smile again. OK, I knew what was up now. I leaned over, gently rolled his foreskin back, took a nice long whiff of his unwashed dick, and started sucking it. I heard him inhale deep and then smelled the weed smoke wash over me as he exhaled. I just kept sucking. He had a long foreskin that I was able to nibble on and lick each time I went down on him and had not washed in a while for sure as he tasted sweaty, clammy, and somewhat sour, but damn it tasted good! I soon realized I had to piss – bad – so paused my work on his dick, opened the passenger’s door, got out, stood near the back of the car and started to piss. I had dropped my shorts and jumped a little when I felt a hand touching my ass. I looked to my left and the barrio boy was now standing beside me with his dick half hard, his pants around his ankles, and a huge stream of piss flowing out his cock. FUCK that made me hard! He finished up, shook the last few drops off, and I got on my hands and knees and started to suck him again. I sucked him for a while, then I felt him push me down by my shoulders. We were in a parking lot and it was rough, there was gravel, my knees were already hurting, but he pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs, spit on his hand, rubbed his dick, then pushed his dick against my ass – HARD. It took my breath away when he popped through my hole, and so I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt his weight as he started pumping my ass. Part of my brain was asking what the fuck was I doing, I should ask him to stop and put on a condom, where was I, etc… but my ass took over and I just gave in and felt him ride me. I wanted him to breed me so bad and was thankful he was drunk enough to fuck me raw. I almost chuckled a little as I thought, “I wonder how to say ‘PLEASE CUM IN ME’ in Spanish.” The barrio boy fucked my ass hard and without mercy and the gravel and broken pavement poked and tore into my back. This was clearly a fuck for his pleasure, and he was taking what he wanted. With every stroke he came almost all the way out (and a couple times he did come all the way out) and then slammed back in. He did not say a word, but held me tight and grunted and moaned with every thrust. I continued to hold my arms tight around his neck and loved the smell of his hair and skin as he fucked me like some street hooker. I was so out of it – between the tequila and dick in my ass I was floating in bliss and am sure had a big old grin on my face. After a while he pulled out, got on his knees, looked at me, smiled again, grabbed my hand and pulled me up as he stood up. He then bent me over the trunk of the car and in one stroke buried his dick back up my ass, and I just held on feeling his fat uncut dick slide in and out. Soon he started to grunt and say something in Spanish. I had no idea what, but hoped it was good. His dick swelled, he grabbed me in a bear hug, and I felt him unload his Mexican sperm in my guts, and I begged for it all as his dick twitched and spasmed inside me. Finally spent, he yanked his dick out of my ass and stood there in the parking lot looking at me. His face was shadowed and I was not sure if he was angry now and realized what he had done through his drunken/stoned haze or what. But, I knelt back down on the pavement and licked and sucked on his dick to clean him off and he did not stop me. Fuck he tasted good. Once I was finished to his satisfaction, he pulled up his pants up around his hips, walked around and sat back in the car, lit up another joint and relaxed back into the seat. I climbed back into the passenger’s side and when he smiled at me I knew it was all good. Well that and the fact that his dick was still flopped out onto his lap as he had not zipped his pants back up. As he tapped out the final spark his joint, the barrio boy took the baggy, did multiple snorts in each nostril, handed the baggy to me and got out of the car. I figured he had to piss or something so I stayed where I was and coated my nose. He then ducked his head back inside and said something, but then remembering I did not speak Spanish he urged me to come over towards him with short frantic waves of his right hand. I got out, walked around the back of the car, and met him at the now open back door on the driver’s side. The barrio boy pushed his pants down to his ankles and started stroking his dick, his intent clear – he wanted more ass. I scooted into the open doorway of the car and leaned forward with my hands on the seat. Once again I had no idea what he said, be he must have liked the view as he quickly forced his raw dick back in my ass using his first load as lube. This time the fuck was about both of us as I pushed back, spread my legs so my hole opened more, and met every one of this thrusts with one of my own. He was not so quiet this time and the more he fucked, the more verbal he got, and the louder his voice rose, the more I was sure somebody would hear us and call the cops. Far too soon I was back on my knees licking his now soft dick clean. We both got back in the car, drank a little more, and about 5 minutes later, he closed his door, started the car, and began driving. Soon we were back near the clubs and I told him he could just let me out any place. As I hopped in the cab to finally head home, my ass full of Mexican leche, I was finally satisfied. The next day I met up with my friends at a pool party and a few of them razzed me because I would not take my shirt off and did not feel like being in the sun. I just used the ‘fucking tequila worked me over’ excuse. How could I explain the cuts, scratches, and red marks on my back and ass from being fucked raw in some parking lot? How could I tell them about the anonymous Mexican guy I rode around the city with while snorting his cocaine before bending over for his raw dick and his sticky churro? No, some things are best kept to myself. I went back to that block by the clubs several times after going out, hoping I would see him again. I never did, but did end up doing a hot three way with two other barrio boys one night. That’s a story for another time.