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So I was out delivering parcels in my van one day ,and as I was approaching a village where I had a few deliveries, I decided to pull into a car park and put the parcels into some sort of order. Iam in the back of my van when I notice a couple of guys going into the little toilet block in the corner of the car park. Never even gave it a thought that this could be an active cottage but over the next 20 minutes there was 6 guys going in. Parcels put in order, I locked the van up and had a walk over. It was a pretty scruffy place. The urinal was "L" shaped and there was some spunk in the trough where someone had unloaded earlier. There was 2 cubicles and the end one had a glory hole in the door. I stood at the urinal and started to work my cock to hardness when I heard the familiar "slap slap slap" of a set of balls banging against an arse. Someone was getting a good fucking in the cubicle. I heard a guy groaning as he came and a minute later he came out of the cubicle and left. I took off my trousers and walked into the cubicle to find a guy bent over the toilet offering his arse to anyone. I asked if it was ok to go in raw and he said it was fine. He said he`d had 3 loads already so he would be well lubed up. I stuck my hard cock against his sloppy hole and slided up no problem. God, it felt good knowing that some spunk was lubricating my cock. As I held on to his hips, I started to really pound him hard. It wasnt long before the familiar feeling started in my balls as my spunk was working its way up my shaft. I told him I was about to come and he reached round and grabbed my arse so I couldnt pull out....not that I would have. I knew it was a big load I delivered up the guys arse by the way he was groaning. When I pulled out he told me it felt great getting such a big load up him As I left there was another guy standing wanking ready to take my place. So I waved him over and asked if it was ok to watch. I got the ok so gave the guy a quick sucking to get him really hard and then fed his cock up the guys arse. It was so horny watching 2 guys fucking and knowing my spunk was already up his hole. The guy pulled his cock out and spurted all over the other guys hole, then pushed his cock back in and finished off. I left and went back to my van. Did my deliveries and went back to the car park. It was empty but I sat in the cubicle with the gory hole and soon a cock was pushed in for me to suck. The owner came straight away in my mouth and left. Another cock was pushed in and I turned round and fed it up my arse. God, he gave me a fucking to remember and when he came I did the same all over the floor. I cleaned up and left. Iam back there this week so will be calling in again

SPEED BREEDING: Garrett was a self-proclaimed ‘ugly old troll’ but he had a fucking killer dick. His dick was long, thicker than a beer can - I know, I measured it several times and every time I stood in awe –his dick had numerous weird bumps and humps on it like some Medieval fairy tale, and spewed unmedicated POZ cum like an Arabian Stallion. I first met Garrett about 20 years ago at my very first “Sunday Funday” at one of the local gay bars. I don’t really do the whole gay scene, but the friends I was living with after just moving to town the day before took me with them as they were regulars and it was the place to see and be seen on a Sunday afternoon after all the queens had left church. We had not been on the patio of the bar for 5 minutes before my friend tapped me on the arm and held his drink forth like a royal scepter to point at a man sitting just in the shadows of the patio roof, “See him? That one? DON’T EVER talk to him. We NEVER speak with him.” He then proceeded to give the financial review and resume summary of all the ‘DC power queens’ in attendance - those he expected me to bow to, kiss their fucking hand, and pretend like I gave a fuck about their Martha Stewart Living chintz condo. I was at the bar, trying to get drink refills for my two friends and I to no avail. I had moved further and further down the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention and was literally leaning up on the bar on my forearms practically yelling at the jerk and was about to give up when someone squeezed my right arm, “Let me,” he said. It was Garrett. I shrugged, he said one word, “THOMAS!” and the bartender could not turn and pay attention to him fast enough. I was in awe. As Thomas was busy preparing my order I gave Garrett my thanks, “It’s nothing,” he said, “Thomas shows up at my door about four nights a week after the bar closes begging for my dick and load up his ass so the boy knows what’s at stake.” I blanched a bit at his bluntness, turned to see who else might have heard, then Garrett set his hand on my arm again, “I know what your friends over there say and think about me. I know what they all say and think about me. Ask me if I give a flying fuck! Half these fucking queens are ankles up on my bed at least once during the week as I fuck the shit out of them so here’s to you!” Wow - and I instinctively glanced down at his crotch and saw a fucking GIANT bulge straining his summer whites. Garrett’s hand was back on my arm, “You trying to get fucked?” I didn’t know what to say to that either. He spoke up again, “THOMAS! Double shots - Tequila - NOW!” The bartender bobbed his head, stopped the drink he was mixing, and poured four shots of Tequila in front of us. I’m more of a beer guy, but figured what the hell. I matched Garrett shot for shot and was soon stumbling through the crowd as I followed him to a door at the back marked NO ENTRY. He turned the lock, we stepped in, “YOU’RE NEW IN TOWN RIGHT?” GARRETT ASKED, “ I KNOW I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED THAT ASS. PULL THOSE FUCKING SHORTS DOWN.” I obeyed without question, but once the pain of his raw cock ripping my hole open took the edge off the liquor I begged him to pull out and put a condom on. He just laughed, stuck a bottle under my nose and said, “Sniff this powder,” then kept fucking me. Before I knew it Garrett was rubbing my head like I was a pound puppy, “That’s some good ass boy. Just loaded you up. Here’s my number. Any time you need some good dick you just call.” The door opened and closed and I was alone. I tried to pull myself together, but felt pretty fucked up so when I left the stock room we had been in. I stumbled down the stairs, out to the curb, and caught a cab back to my friends’ place. I was together enough to call the bar from a pay phone, to have them paged, and to let them know I had come home and crashed and was not feeling well. I deflected their questions the next day and really did not think much about what had happened until I found the crumpled up paper in my pocket with the number. I called it. Garrett picked up on the second ring. There was no preamble, “Yeah I remember you. You need some more dick huh? Stop at the liquor store on your way. I need a bottle of Vodka.” Just over an hour and two shots of vodka later I was bent over in Garrett's hallway as he bred me with his massive, deformed, raw dick. With my pants still down around my ankles and his cum dripping from my hole, he led me to his bedroom pushed me onto the bed, undressed me, shoved some coke in front of my nose for me to snort, then handed me a bottle of poppers as he eased back up my cummy ass and started exploring. The coke made me high as fuck and one load was not enough. Two was not enough. Unlike my friends - and their friends - who I knew were prudes and would have had some snide comment, Garrett just smiled, patted me on the arm and said, “No worries. I know just who to call.” Less than 20 minutes later there was a horse dick sized BBC plowing my ass raw as Garrett sat quietly in the living room watching his TV. Once done, with BBC cum odor still filling the air, Garrett smiled, “Feel better? I’m sure you do. I always do after he fucks me. Yes, yes, I know I have a big dick, but as you know, sometimes there’s just nothing that feels better than a big black man fucking the hell out of you. OK. What are you doing Friday night?” I was fucked silly right then and could barely form two words, but Garrett went on, “Look. I throw a party one Friday a month at a parking garage over on P Street. It’s a sex party. Everyone thinks it’s Dean’s, which it is, but he’s the front man really. I own the garage, but that is neither here nor there.” (Not until a couple years later at the reading of his will would I come to realize yes he owned that property, which was bought by Whole Foods, as well as a majority of the club where I first met him, and a bunch of other shit in town that no one ever knew about). “The party attracts several hundred people over the course of the night, but a select bunch are invited into the VIP area. You can make some good cash if you help me. All I need is for you to offer that thick white ass to whoever wants to fuck and breed it - no questions asked. I will give you all the coke you need, it will be totally anonymous - your queenie friends and the fucking royal court will never know you are there let alone part of my Speed Breeding set up. You like? Speed Breeding? One of my guys manages it, but it’s my idea. There are two, maybe three bottoms - total cum dumps - who will have their ass up in a curtained off area. For $20, any top gets 5 minutes to fuck and cum if he can. The more cum you take, the more tips you get, the more money you make. You got a fucking hungry ass and you can still call me anytime you need some raw dick, but I’d really love to set you up for the Speed Breeding. I think you would be fucking perfect - what do you say?” HELL - I WAS DRUGGED UP, MY HOLE WAS FUCKED OUT, AND MY GUTS FILLED WITH CUM - WHAT DID HE THINK I WOULD SAY? Stay tuned for part 2. (*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!)

NUDE BEACH — About an hour south of San Francisco, you’ll find San Gregorio State beach, which is open to the public. Next to it is the San Gregorio nude beach, located on private land. When the big gate is open, you can drive in and pay a small fee to park your car. Then, you hike down a steep trail to the beach. If you turn left, that’s where the straights tend to congregate. If you turn right, you’ll soon discover that you’ve found the gay beach. It’s a very long wide expanse of sand. Especially on the weekends, it’s very popular, with a fare amount of fucking and sucking going on. Near this end of the nude beach, tons of driftwood gets washed up onto the shore, and the gay men gather it up to build driftwood forts to mark their territory. First, I should say that I’m one of those guys who’s into size, whether it’s sucking a cock or getting fucked by one. Plus, if I’m going to play, I want to party, too. On this particular day, I wanted to get fucked, so I lubed my hole then pushed a good size butt plug into place. I built my driftwood fort with the entryway facing the ocean, making it easy for any men who were walking by to see inside. I spread out a plain white bed sheet as the floor of my fort so I could keep the sand off me. With that work out of the way, I pulled out my glass pipe and my lighter and started blowing clouds. The walls of my fort were low enough that it was easy for me to check out my neighbors, nearby, and for them to see me. To my right, there were two men with gym bodies who appeared to be late twenties or early thirties. To my left, there was an older middle aged man, in decent shape, with very short salt and pepper hair. He stroked his cock while he watched me hit the pipe. I guessed that his cock must have been about 8 inches, and very thick, hanging down hard. He smiled and nodded his head. I did the same. I wanted that cock fucking me. After 5 or 6 hits, I put the pipe away, and I pulled the butt plug out of my hole. Then, I got on my knees in the entryway of my driftwood fort, and I waited. In less than a minute, I turned my head to see my neighbor looking my way as he started to walk by. Then, he stopped and watched me, continuously stroking his thick hard cock. Now I knew that he was definitely interested, Still on my knees, I bent over, head down, ass up, poppers at the ready. Almost immediately, I felt his big, rubbery helmet head sliding up and down on my hole. I quickly uncapped the poppers and took several big hits before he forced his way into me, making me let out a short, audible gasp. I could feel my heart slamming from the poppers. As soon as I relaxed my hole, he pushed his cock farther in, then he pulled back a little way. I took several more hits of poppers just before he shoved his beefy thick cock all the way in, and held it there. When I happened to turn my head a little to one side, I noticed a few men standing very near my fort, jacking their cocks and watching me getting fucked. I really get off on being watched, so this really amped up the thrill of having a big cock in my hole. Now, he was alternately giving my hungry hole a good pounding, then slowing down to take long, strokes, making me moan like a porn star. Before long, he started breathing hard and fast, and I knew he was ready to shoot. Sure enough, his whole body started jerking, and he rammed his cock into me, again and again, with every spasm, splattering his load deep inside my hole. When his balls were completely drained, he slowly pulled his cock back, shuddering as he felt my hole gripping his still pulsating helmet head. As soon as he left, the small group of men who had been watching us fuck, broke up and walked away. I lubed up my hole a little more, before pushing my butt plug back into place. Whew. Time for a break, after that good, intense fucking. I applied the flame to my glass pipe, and took a couple good long hits. Then, I chugged down a bottle of water, grabbed my small zippered bag, and headed out for a walk down the beach to see if there were any other good prospects. The zippered bag is just big enough to hold my keys, my wallet, and whatever party supplies I might have brought along. So, of course, I carried that with me.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

Part 2 - Speed Breeding: Garrett’s troll dick was angled to the right, stretching my ass for what he called part of my ‘training’ for the Speed Breeding that was going to happen Friday night at the big sex party. He had already filled me with two loads, and called in a BBC buddy of his to give me a third, so my ass was good and wet. I had only recently tested POZ and while safe sex was the norm those days, it was awesome just fucking without having to talk about all that. Garrett never mentioned his status or asked mine, and I didn’t either. He wanted some ass, I needed some dick, and so we were good. “Lift that right leg back now - that’s it - feel that bit of resistance? That’s your second hole ring. You got a deep ass boy and it took me a minute to find the right spot. There will be some guys there Friday night who are bigger than me and will fuck you with no mercy as hard, deep, and fast as they can. You think you can take that? Once the Speed Breeding starts I can’t have you bowing out or complaining. You trust me? Willing to do what I need to make sure you are trained and ready?” I nodded yes; then looked in Garrett’s eyes as he picked up speed and SLAM! tore through that fleshy barrier. I screamed then immediately started to apologize as it felt like my hole was bleeding a bit. Garrett just kept fucking and smiled, “It’s OK, it’s OK. Feeling better now? See no matter how much your ass may hurt in that second, soon your it starts getting all warm, the hormones flow, and whatever little sting you felt becomes just fucking bliss. Ready for it again?” After Garrett had pumped another load in me, he lit a cigarette, laid back on the messed up bed beside me, and we started to talk. The conversation wasn’t about sex or anything major really, just life, stories of guys he knew, things he had experienced, asses he had fucked, his outlook on life in DC. His townhouse was modest and located at the edge of the ‘gay hood’ and next to a sketchy part of town. Nothing about his life screamed money or flashiness - just a normal guy. Garrett was in his early 40s and I was about 12 years younger. He said he liked the ‘old troll’ label as it was freeing. He had learned long ago not to give a fuck about what anybody thought or said and there was something wild and wicked about all those pretty boy queens bending over to let him fuck them like he wanted. “You’re different though,” Garrett observed as he tapped out his cigarette and handed me the bottle of coke – high grade cocaine. “Quiet and fresh sure, but you don’t seem like that crowd suits you.” I snorted, wiped my nose, shrugged, and admitted, “Yeah. I guess I lived that way far too long - caring what everyone else thought - and have started to realize I was missing out on a lot. You know I had never done anything like what we did at the bar before. I fucking loved it though!” Garrett laughed, took the bottle, snorted, “Yeah that was obvious too. Let me think on what else we can do today to help you along with seeing what you been missing.” Garrett had gone out, but had left me with a few bottles of cocaine and told me to get good and high. He also said I should make myself at home and he would be back shortly and that I was welcome to spend the evening. Then he had added cryptically, “You will really enjoy it if you do.” I couldn’t believe how trusting he was and so just sat in the living room, flipping through a stack of magazines he had on his coffee table. I heard the back door open, Garrett’s voice, and the voices of at least two others. “Pour us a drink will you,” Garrett said to his new guests as he started to walk my way, “Add an extra one for my new friend.” I stood up. Garrett set a few more bottles of coke on the coffee table, “Snort up. Tonight’s my usual card night with a couple buddies. I know you like black dick and they are a couple of white ass killers and tag team destroyers who each have humongous dicks and can fuck round after round. Is that ass still hungry? Fuck your hole is dripping wet and Jesus - look what you did to my dick. But I’ll wait. I need you to take my buddies first. Couple things to know. They are rough, rowdy, rude, and will hold you down and rape fuck you hard. You ever been truly rape fucked? They’re straight - mostly - but a pussy is a pussy and when we drink and get high they get horny as shit, so on occasion I line up a little side action for them. They are not pretty boys - these are real men who take what they want and need when they want and need it. Unlike that young guy I had come fuck you earlier, these two are the real deal. Finally, they are both homeless and for Speed Breeding you have to be willing to take ANY dick. You trust me? Will you do this? I can assure you that you will fucking love it!” And then it began: “TAKE THAT DICK… “YEAH YOU TRAINING THIS ONE RIGHT MAN - TRAINING HIM RIGHT... “THAT SECOND HOLE BROKE ALREADY - DAMN! TIME TO DIG OUT THAT THIRD… “HOW’S THAT CRUSTY DICK FEELING IN THAT PUSSY? PULL THEM CHEEKS APART, LET MY MAN HERE GET A GOOD LOOK AT MY DICK STRETCHING THAT CUNT OUT…” “MAN YOU AIN’T TAUGHT HIM HOW TO DEEPTHROAT YET? FUCK NAW MAN - STRAIGHT ON TO THE ADVANCE COURSE OF GAG-THE-FAG…” “TIME FOR SOME A.T.M. - ASS TO MOUTH - HOW’S THAT DICK TASTE?…” “YEAH HOW’S THAT HORSE DICK FEEL? YOU MY FILLY NOW - FILL YOU UP WITH SOME BABIES, LET YOU SHIT THAT NUTT OUT - FILL YOU AGAIN…” “YOU LIKE HOW THIS NICCA DICK CURVES UP AND HIT’S THAT CLIT? OH YOU WANT IT HARDER? FUCK YEAH!...” “YO GARRETT, WE CRASHING HERE TONIGHT BRO - THINK WE NEED TO KEEP THIS CUNT COKED UP AND KNOCKED UP...” “NO WE AIN’T GENTLE. BITCHES IN HEAT NEED TO GET KNOCKED UP ROUGH BY THE PREDATOR DICK…” “WE SHOULD TAKE YOU DOWN TO THE BOOKSTORES AND LET ALL THE NICCAS GANG RAPE THAT ASS. YOU LETTIN US PIMP YOU OUT? FUCK YEAH!...” “I AIN’T TIED A BITCH UP IN A LONG MINUTE. YO GARRETT? YOU STILL GOT YOUR BAG OF TRICKY SHIT?...” Garrett and his friends never did get to their card game as they said breeding me was all the spades they needed. Of course my friends were suspicious when I called to let them know I was crashing someplace else that night and were not happy when I just told them I was staying with a friend and that it was no one they knew. They believed I didn’t know anyone else in DC - how could I? I had just gotten here Saturday. Well the stress I felt after the call was immediately relieved as one BBC slammed back up my ass, another slammed down my throat, and Garrett stood to the side so I could stroke his troll dick. As the three men spent the night training me to be a sub slut for dirty, raw, dick, and exploring my body, I took in every lesson they taught me on how to take dick, suck dick, and please a true top who just wanted to fuck. None of this lovey dovey gay shit. This was just balls-to-the-wall hardcore sex with no strings. The more they fucked me, the more they talked about what crazy shit they wanted me to do and the more they laughed when without hesitation I said, “I’M IN. WHEN CAN WE DO IT?” Tuesday morning arrived with a tangle of man flesh and an insistent hard dick pushing through the caked cum in my hole to open me back up. The fuck fest had moved from the main floor of Garrett’s townhouse downstairs to a basement apartment, which he said he had rented out when he first bought the place, but now used it for the occasional guest, party, or storage needs. As soon as the morning load was dropped in my hole I scampered to the bathroom and let out a stream of rank piss then some cum farts and a tire’s worth of air. I came out as the two BBC were stretching and looking for a smoke or coke and their sweaty bodies, man funk, masculine ‘fuck-it-if-it-moves’ approach made my dick stiff and my ass hungry for more. That’s how Garrett found us when he came down the stairs carrying a tray of cups and a pot of warm coffee. While the two homeless guys helped themselves, Garrett slid into my raw ass and asked, “Which one of you two has already been digging around up in here this morning? Jesus - it’s my house. You could have at least offered me dibs.” They all laughed. As much as I wanted to just hang out and fuck, I was supposed to help my friend with some stuff at his place. Garrett walked me upstairs, helped me find my clothes, then handed me a small pill, “Here. Take this and drink plenty of water and juice and stuff today. It’ll ease the come down.” I wanted to thank him and to ask when I could see him again, but he was way ahead of me. “I’m planning to cook something up on the grill for dinner tonight. Maybe if you are not doing anything, you are welcome to come back by. Who knows, maybe your other new friends downstairs will be here, or maybe somebody else if you want that too.” I smiled, reached out and stroked his monster troll dick and replied, “I enjoy just hanging with you and talking and, well of course letting you fuck me. But am cool with whatever. Yeah I had a great time with them too so like I said, anything you want. I want to make sure I am ready for the Speed Breeding on Friday.” Garrett nodded, smiled, gave my ass a slap, and let me out the front door. I didn’t realize what assholes my ‘friends’ were until I got back to their house and received a lecture that included the word ‘ungrateful’ just because I was trying to have a life that did not include them after my own had gone to total hell. I bit my tongue, did the cleaning and other shit I had said I would do, and then showered, changed, and left before I said something I would regret. On the walk back to Garrett’s I was mumbling to myself, pissed at my ‘friends’, pissed at the world. “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” someone pleaded. The voice brought me out of my stupor and I stopped. There sitting on the curb of the sidewalk was a guy, tall and lanky and sort of hunched over. He was dressed in layers that were far too warm for the time of year and had a dusty, dark colored backpack beside him bulging with stuff. “Any change?” he asked again. My ass quivered. I flashed back to the night before to the two homeless BBC that had fucked me and I needed more. This guy was sexy, masculine, and looked like a good, hard fuck, but what do I say? I just shrugged and said, “Sorry man, but maybe later when I come back by if you’re around.” The guy gave me a ‘yeah I’ve heard that before’ look, but smiled and said, “Any change at all. I appreciate it,” and hunched back over. “What’s wrong?” Garrett asked when he answered the door. I just shook my head while he dried his hands on a dishtowel. I just met the guy. Last thing he needed was to hear my problems. Garrett smiled, “Come on into the kitchen. You can help me cut up stuff and prep. You cook much? Oh and there’s some coke on the counter there if you want some. That’ll make you feel better.” He was right. The cocaine and the pleasant company made me feel better in nothing flat. A little more coke, some more, and my ass was raring to go. While Garrett did say he could not fuck me until he got the ribs and stuff cooking, he did let me kneel on the floor and suckle on his big troll dick while he finished the prep. As I did, I imagined I was sucking the guy I saw on the street so I paused and asked, “How do you pick up guys off the street or in a park?” Garrett stepped back, “Damn! You had me right on the fucking edge. Was going to blast your throat. Turn the fuck around so I can spit fuck that ass.” I grunted as Garrett worked his dry, raw dick into my hole and fumbled with the bottle to snort more coke as he did. The burn in my nose, the drip in my throat, was matched by the burn and drip happening on my backside as Garrett started to fuck me hard and school me in the ways of picking up street trade. “Street dick is all about the nutt and the hustle. No street dude is looking for a love connection. Like my friends last night. It’s all about fucking rough, quick, raw, and making a little something for the hustle if they can. These guys rarely know where the next meal is coming from, where they will crash that night, if the cops are going to hassle them, or if anyone is going to show a little kindness and mercy and help them out. Yeah, cash is necessary, but so to is a warm smile, a human touch. Most of these guys aren’t out there by choice really. Sure, some are fucked up on drugs and shit, but they would choose having a home and family and being high rather than not having a home. You understand? Some guys you can just come right out and ask because they will be upfront about it. Usually they are the gay ones. The ones who might have been street sex workers when they were younger but now that they’re older, that shit’s harder to do cause everyone wants young trade. The straight ones, most will fuck ass just as quick as pussy. They got needs and wants too so if there is a chance to blow some cum in a warm hole, they’ll take it. Just start a conversation and ask what they’re up to or what’s going on. But, you need to offer them a little something. A few bucks, a couple of smokes, a sandwich, whatever. Then they’ll push you against a wall like this or bend you over in the alley - UGH - stick their dick in you like this - UGH - then fucking breed that ass deep like this! UGH UGH!!” With his dick still pumping spurts of hot man juice in my ass I asked, “OK, makes sense, but what if they get pissed or want to fight or something?” Garrett pumped his hips a few more times and told me, “Push your ass back and bend forward - fuck yeah like that - scraping that upper gut wall good. Fuck boy that is good ass.” Garrett pulled out of my ass, I quickly knelt down and licked him clean, then looked up, “I saw this guy a few blocks over on my way here. I really wanted to see if he wanted to fuck. But….” Garrett asked where, I told him, “Yeah he’s got a big old dick and he hustles. I know him from back in the day. Have not done anything with him in ages, but he’s got a little spot around the corner from where he asks for change that he takes men and women. So my buddies last night turned you onto the freak shit huh? Can’t be taught man, you are or you aren’t and you definitely ARE. That’s what I was talking about living. If you want to fuck - fuck. What’s the worst that can happen really? The guy says no. Just be smart about it. Have a plan in mind if you need to run and also never ask a street dude if he wants to fuck when other folks are around. Even the old street trade guys keep their shit on the DL - you know Down Low.” The ribs were on the grill for a slow smoke that Garrett said would take a few hours. “I need to go to the Fire Place bar down on P Street to work out some final plans for Friday’s party with one of the guys who’s in charge of setting shit up. Want to come along?” I declined. My friends had mentioned that place for cheap happy hours so I knew they might be there and I really didn’t want to see them. Garret nodded in understanding, handed me a $10, a bottle of coke, and a few paper towels. “Here, go back up to the corner. He’ll still be there and when I get back, I expect to find your ass full of his cum. Just show him the bill and ask him if he’s got a few minutes. He’ll know what you mean. I’ll leave the back door unlocked so just come in that way when you get back and oh, I may bring some folks back with me too. There’s a couple of fresh, young guys there who just started working the streets. I know their pimp and he owes me and may bring him along too. I think he would like you.” OK, all that just fucking blew my mind I had to laugh wondering what my friends would say if they had just heard that conversation or knew what I was planning to do next. I held the bottle up to the light and eyed the shadow line of cocaine inside. I twisted the black cap, tapped a line out onto the edge of my hand and snorted - and repeated. Garrett was right. Walking up the sidewalk I was nervous as hell, but as I looked, I could see the guy on the corner was not just slumped over. He was scanning the folks on the street, both sides, coming and going, far more aware of what was going on than I suspect anyone else was. I palmed the brown bottle in my pocket and eased out the $10. I paused then paced my approach to try to ensure I timed it when I saw no one else coming the opposite way. I stopped to his right, asked if he remembered me, and before he could answer I flashed the $10 and asked if he had a minute. Well it was barely a minute later before I found myself pressed into a corner between an overgrown part of a yard and high, brick wall and the corners of an old carriage house and run down apartment building. The homeless guy had dropped his pants, grabbed my shoulders, and rape fucked my ass dry, rough, and exactly how I needed it. The only thing he said was, “Shhh,” when I grunted a little loud. His dick was nice and long and not as thick as Garrett’s. I could literally feel it when he shot in me and then he pulled out, stepped back, wiped his dribbling dick head on the inside of his pants, and walked back out of the alley. I pulled my shorts up and looked left and right as I came out. At the corner a now familiar voice asked, “Hey buddy, got some change? Any change?” I smiled and replied, “Not today Sir, but maybe tomorrow.” Back at Garrett’s house I could not help but jack my dick, thinking about the homeless dick that had just nutted in me. I was leaning back on the couch, jacking hard, my eyes closed when I heard the back door and voices. I quit what I was doing, yanked my shorts up, and went to the kitchen, all the while willing my still hard dick to soften. Garrett eyed me, smiled, nodded clearly knowing I had been successful, then introduced me to his guests. “Guys. This is my new friend I was telling you about. He just moved to DC and who will be one of the featured bottoms in the Speed Breeding area at Friday’s party.” The younger guy looked to be about 19 or 20, clean shaven, very preppy looking. The older guy was much taller, with twisted braids and a part in the middle, mustache, with an extra large white/tan plaid shirt on and looked totally like the tall dude from the group Bone Thugs N Harmony. “You two go into the living room and give us a minute. We’ve got a few things to discuss,” Garrett said. In the living room the younger guy pointed at one of the bottles of cocaine on the table, “May I?” he asked. A big snort later and he held out his hand, “Call me Kip. My mom was a fan of Rudyard Kipling - you know the author?” That was the extent of our conversation. We just didn’t click - at all. The tall man walked in, looked at Kip, “Ain’t you got someplace to be youngin?” he asked. Kip scrambled like Godzilla was on the loose. The tall man walked over, sat down on the couch beside me, his arms across the top, his legs splayed wide like he fucking owned the place. “Yo, set me up for some of the powder. My man’s always got the primo shit.” I opened the brown bottle and flinched as he set his hand between my shoulder blades then, “HMMMed,” as he ran his fingers down my spine to where my crack was peeking out the top of my shorts. He leaned forward, cleared 4 lines, then motioned for me to lay out more. I did, then he motioned for me to snort them. I did. “Suck my motha-fuckin dick!” the tall man ordered. I looked towards the kitchen to see where Garrett was. SMACK! The tall man cuffed my head. “Why you not doing what I say? Huh? I said suck it.” I got on the floor between his knees, unzipped his pants, he raised his hips off the couch and let me slide his pants down around his ankles, then I inhaled the sweat from his balls and started to spit up his shaft. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t moan. Nothing. I was afraid to stop. “Bend the fuck over!” he said. I stood up. There was really no place to bend over so I edged a bit further down the couch. He stood up, kicking the coffee table back, making room for his massive mandingo dick. He ran his fingers down my spine again, found my hole, jammed three in deep as he could, scratched it up, pulled them out, grabbed my hips and slammed his dick home. Even full of homeless cum it hurt. “I ONLY FUCK WHORES - YOU A WHORE? YEAH YOU MUST BE. I SMELL THAT SOME DIRTY NICCA’S BEEN UP ON YOU. SMELL THAT PUSSY FULL OF DIRTY NICCA NUTT. YEAH MY MAN WAS RIGHT. THAT PUSSY MADE FOR A DICK LIKE MINE. YOU JUST LET ANY NICCA THAT WANTS CLIMB UP IN THAT SHIT AND NUTT? EVEN WITH AIDS AND ALL THAT? YOU EXACTLY WHAT I NEED TOMORROW THEN. A TOTAL BUSSY WITH NO SELF RESPECT WHO WILL LET A WHOLE GROUP OF DIRTY NICCA USE THAT TWEAKER ASS. BUT DON’T WORRY. C.O.’S GOT YOU.” I was using some of the paper towels from my short’s pocket to wipe the chunks of spooge off the back my thigh when Garrett walked in smiling. “See - I knew you two would get along.” Turning to me he said, “Look. I know you didn’t say it, but clearly things are fucked up where you’re staying at. Look around. I got space. You’re welcome to stay here. Really. You’d even be doing me a favor as I would appreciate someone who could help run errands and clean and stuff. No. No. I’m not asking for rent. I know you don’t have a job yet. That’s what I’m saying. You can work for me. Hell you should see my office upstairs. Trust me I need the help. Even better, you can have the basement apartment. Come and go as you please, but of course I hope you know I do enjoy fucking that ass so while not required for this to work…” The tall man coughed, swallowed the cocaine drip, “Fuck he’ll take it. Can we get on now?” Garrett laughed, “You have not been formally introduced, but this is C.O. - he grew up in Cleveland, Ohio - so C.O.” Another snort and swallow from the tall man. “C.O. will drive you to your friends’ house right now. You can pick up your things and by the time you get back the ribs should be ready and then we can get you set up. How’s that sound?” I looked at Garret with total appreciation, thanks, and a silent promise to let him breed my ass all fucking night long. “How’s that bussy feel?” C.O. asked as we drove the dozen blocks or so to my friends’ house. I looked at C.O as he flicked the ash from his cigarette out the cracked window on the driver’s side. I eyed his tall, rugged form, leaning back in the driver’s seat and imagined him fucking me again as I stared at his crotch area. “Eyes up here whore - eyes up here! He chuckled. “Now which fucking place is it?” Cars behind us were honking as C.O. slowly made his way down the one-way street and double parked close to the townhouse I pointed too. He flipped off the car behind us when he got out, sauntered over to the sidewalk, tossed his still lit cigarette into the bushes, ambled down the steps and banged on the door to the basement unit. Yeah my friends lived in a fucking basement unit. It was nice, really nice, in a huge townhouse in one of the best neighborhoods, but it was still the God damn basement. Fucking uppity queens! They acted like they lived in Buckingham Palace for Christ’s sake! We could hear someone on the other side of the door and C.O. yelled, “OPEN THE FUCK UP! YO BOY’S HERE TO GET HIS SHIT!” He then turned to me with an utter look of confusion like he couldn’t understand why two uptight white dudes would not open their door for him. I stepped up, looked at the peephole and said, “It’s me. I just came to get some things.” The chain eased back, the deadbolt turned, the door opened just a crack so my friends could see it was me. C.O. pushed past me and in a few hectic, loud, chaotic minutes I explained I was moving out, that this was a friend, no I was not being robbed, no they were not being robbed, that yes I was OK, thanks for all they had done, OK see you later. Bye. The car was set into park as C.O. pulled up in front of Garrett’s house. He looked at me and said, “Yo. My man’s good people. He helps folks out. I don’t know you, but trust - if you fuck him over I will hunt you the fuck down. We clear?” I nodded. C.O. smiled, “Aiight, you’re on loan to me tomorrow. Be ready at 3:00. I’ll pick you up. I need a gangbang bitch for a group of brothas who’ll be watching the game tomorrow night. They get off on raping a faggot. They know you can’t call the cops cause they won’t give a shit and they know there’s no risk of baby mama drama. My man says you can handle it. That’s why he’s got you - and Kip - booked for Speed Breeding on Friday. You know you’re taking one of my boy’s slots right? It’s cool yo - business is business, but you got to prove to me - and Garrett - that bussy can handle ANYTHING we fucking throw at it and from what I hear, you still green and fresh to the scene.” I gave C.O. a dismissive grunt, pulled my suitcase out of the trunk and slammed it. I walked up the steps, turned, and saw the rough thug glaring at me from the driver’s side window. I forked my fingers on my right hand, pointed at my face and said, “EYES UP HERE FUCKER. AND DON’T BE LATE TOMORROW. IF YOU WANT THIS BUSSY, YOU BEST BE ON TIME.” C.O.’s chuckle echoed between the brick walls as I made my way inside my new home. Tomorrow would be another day of training, preparing me for the Speed Breeding that would happen Friday. I couldn’t fucking wait! Stay tuned for part 3. (*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!)

Got there about 9:30, found my room on the 4th floor, stripped down to my towel and did a walk around but things hadn't started heating up yet, so went back to my room, lubed up my hole and laid face down on the bed with the door open. Only laid there about 5 mins when i felt a hand on my ass and saw a nice uncut 7 incher bobbing near my face. I gave it a couple of strokes and when his fingers got to my hole and he felt the lube, he just climbed on top and slid in. Fucked me good for about 10 minutes before dumping a big load in me. He smacked my ass in thanks as he left the room. Got up and started wandering again. There were a few guys in the dark maze and got groped some but no one was doing anything else yet. Wandered down to the basement and sucked a couple cocks in the glory hole room, then made my way back up to the 2nd floor. There were a few guys playing in the movie area near the stairs and a dark skinned black guy with a nice cock was watching and stroking. I dropped to my knees and started sucking him but after a minute or so, he nodded at me to follow him back to his room. He laid down on the bed and I crawled between his legs and started sucking him again, getting him good and hard...a nice fat 8 incher. Made sure my hole was nice and wet, climbed on top, and took a big hit of poppers while sliding down on that big black cock. Rode him hard for a while, bouncing, rolling my hips, squeezing his big cock, until he asked me if I wanted that cum in me. I don't think I said anything, just moaned and rode him harder. He grabbed my hips, pulling me down deep, and I could actually feel that big cock throb as he shot his load in me. I climbed off and thanked him as I made my way out the door. Went back to my room to clean up the cum running down my legs a little. After resting for a little while, I made my way back to the maze. Got groped and grabbed as I wandered in the dark. I was grabbing cocks when I could trying to find a nice one to fill my hole. Then I felt one that was perfect...nice fat head, narrower shaft and spreading at the base, maybe 7-1/2 or so....and as i got ahold of it, his fingers slid up my crack and when he felt the lube, he pulled me into the alcove in front of him. I stroked his cock as he squeezed my ass, then he bent me forward, pushing my head into the dark aisle, and slide that wonderful cock into me. I felt the pop as that fat head went through my ring and I took a big hit of my poppers. I couldn't help but moan as he started pumping that cock in and out of me, which attracted others in the darkness. Unseen hands were grabbing my cock and balls and pinching my nipples, cocks stuck in my mouth for a few strokes. No one stayed long, but seemed like every guy in the maze came by for a touch or a few seconds of sucking. Meanwhile, I'm getting a great fuck as he's alternating between slow and fast, deep and shallow, hard and soft. Until he pulled me upright against his chest, cock still in me, and growled in my ear that I should get ready because he was about to breed me and then his friend was next. I just moaned and bent forward again. He put his hands on my shoulders to pull me down onto his cock harder as he pounded the last few strokes and then buried himself deep as he filled me full of his cum. Before I could even catch my breath, he pulled out and I heard him say, "You're next, bro" as he squeezed past me to leave. I felt someone spit on my hole and then a heavy cock slapped on my ass and I heard a voice say, "I hope you like black cock, cause I sure do like some white pussy." I took another big hit off my poppers and just as I capped the bottle, I felt his cock enter me. He pushed slowly, not stopping until he had all of it in me and it must have been 9-9-1/2 inches easy. He stayed there for a min, letting me get used to his length and damn was he deep. He asked, "You ready, bitch?" I didn't answer, just started pushing back at him as I took another deep hit of the poppers. He grabbed my hips and started long stroking me, not too fast, just a nice steady pace...all the way out and all the way back in. He must have fucked me for 15 or 20 minutes, never altering his pace or his depth. In the meantime, I had a steady stream of gropes and cocks stuck in my mouth as guys walked by and I was still bent forward into the aisle. Finally his pace altered, getting a little faster and he stayed deep, only going in and out a few inches, until he pulled me into him with a slam and held me there as he unloaded in me. When he finally let go, I slid off him, and on a whim, I turned around and kissed the head of his cock. He patted my head and said, "that's a good little white bitch." Damn, I love strong alpha black men, lol. I went back to my room for a while to rest and give my tired little fuckhole a break, lol. I took maybe a half hour nap and when I woke up, I put some fresh lube on my hole and went wandering. There was action all over the place. I spent some time in the little theater room on the 4th floor, fluffing cocks to fuck this thin black twink who was taking some good fucks. Then I wandered to the basement and played in the glory hole room a bit. Finally made my was back to my room and laid face down with the door open. It was 4 AM, so I figured I'd give it 15 minutes and if no one came in, I'd go home. I wasn't lying there 2 minutes when this well built black guy in glasses came in that I had seen a few times earlier, but always when I was preoccupied. He stuck his cock in my face, and I started sucking him. My man was definitely a grower because before I knew it, I had 8+ decently thick inches of black cock in my mouth. He grabbed my lube bottle and lubed himself as he climbed between my spread legs. I took a big hit of poppers and felt that head press against my hole and then he was in. At this point, the fucking was just a blur, but suffice to say, he knew how to fuck. After a while, he pulled me to all fours and then went to town on my ass, finallly pumping his load into me as I collapsed back on the bed. He slapped my ass as he left and pulled the door shut behind him. I laid there for a while, then I cleaned up my leaking gaped ass and got dressed to go home. I love a good CumUnion party!

Breed a sweet piece of college boi Latino ass last night. Been lusting after him for weeks since he showed up on A4A. Finally got him to come over so I could fuck his "safe only" ass. He has a nice round bubble butt that is completely hairless and perfect for rimming. He said he had only been rimmed once so I spent a very long time eating that hole and tongue fucking him. The boi was in heaven from that alone, but boi hole is made for cock. He had said he wanted to play safe, but didn't protest my raw dick sliding into his hole as I mounted him from behind. He wanted to ride me after a while and didn't even comment on the lack of a condom, just slid down on my dick and rode like a champ. I'm not a big kisser, but he loves to and is damn good at it so we made out as he rode me. Ended up pumping a load deep in his guts. Invited him to stay the night and bred him two more times before we went to sleep, and two more times this morning. We're hooking up again Wednesday for his next breeding.

Ever since I started cheating on my boyfriend a year ago, I haven't been able to stop. The first time I did it was in the basement of a building a few blocks away with some guy I met on A4A. I was nervous as hell, knowing that this was something that I could never undo. I was a bit disappointed when I saw him, because he wasn't as hot as his picture. But when he pushed me onto my knees and pushed his 8 inch cock into my mouth and called me a little "faggot boy," I knew that this was what I had to do. Then he turned me around and fucked me, coming in about a minute. It was both exhilarating and dissatisfying; the itch, scratched, was stronger than ever. I promised myself I wouldn't do it again. At least, if I did it again, I would still use a condom. But the lure was too strong. I needed to do something dirty, to get fucked in the dirtiest, most anonymous way possible, with a stranger whose business with me was entirely sex. A few nights ago, I got a message from a guy that I'd fucked with once, several years ago, before my boyfriend and I got serious. My boyfriend wasn't in town, and the guy asked me if I wanted to hang out. I remembered how this guy had fucked me for an hour doggy style, his hot 7 inch cock punishing my ass. So I said yes. Because I had work, I only got to his place at midnight. We started off drinking some beer and watching some television show, sitting about a foot apart on the couch. Then he moved closer and put his arm around me. I knew I could stop him by acting cold, but I didn't even feel a shred of ambivalence: this was what I wanted, to get fucked tonight. Soon he was massaging my nipple through my shirt. Soon our shirts were off and we were kissing on the couch. A few minutes later, we moved to the bedroom. I sucked him a bit, and he returned the favor, but it was pretty clear - both from the moves we were making and the memory of our last encounter - just what he and I wanted: fucking. He asked me what position I wanted, and since I'm a bit intimidated by his cock, I asked if I could ride him. He said okay. So he lubed up, slipped on a condom, and I put his cock at the lips of my asshole. Now this guy had one of those penises that, when hard, were so hard you could feel every ridge and vein up and down his shaft. When his cockhead popped past my ring, I could feel the ridge of his manhood jutting against the edge of my flesh. I sank down him with a groan, and he slowly began to fuck me. I had expect it to hurt, but it didn't, not at all. Usually I try to keep the moans to myself, but within a few seconds, after I'd just fucked myself up and down maybe twice, I'd felt the head pressing hard against my prostate, and I started sounding like a bitch in heat. I guess he knew exactly what that entailed, because he sat up and, without pulling out, lowered me onto my back. There's a world of difference between the fuck that happens when the bottom is in control, lowering himself or raising himself as he wishes, and when the top has taken over and is using that ass for his own pleasure. The first few strokes made my mouth drop out in pain. But then I felt my inner ring unfurl. Those veins were rubbing my asswalls like nothing else. I moaned and moaned, and he soon he was fucking me with a storm of thrusts. And this guy knew exactly how to play a bottom boy's ass. He alternated rabbit-hard thrusts with long, slow all-the-way-in, all-the-way-out strokes. At times he fucked me only with his cockhead, making sure my assring was stretching over the crown of his weapon. At times he would kiss me while humping into my ass, and at other times he would sit back - and I would see those hard pecs, the muscled abs - and watch his cock stroke in and out of my boy hole. I got more and more into it, moaning and groaning, pulling my legs back with my arms to give him deeper and deeper access, or linking my calves behind his waist, feeling his body between my legs. Then, after fucking me for an hour, he pulled out. I asked him why, and he said he couldn't cum with a condom on. "Can you cum without one?" "Yeah," he said. "Want to give it a try?" He gave me a small smile then, and pulled the condom off his cock. In that moment, as he slid his thick, hot cock back into me, I felt more like a whore than I ever had in my life. I didn't take him long to cum. He worked himself up into a storm of thrusts. At one point, the sensation was so incredible that I couldn't make a single sound. That was when I looked down at my cock and realized that my ass was clenching at his penis uncontrollably: I was having an anal orgasm. And when he unloaded in me, I could feel every pulse of cum breeding me with his seed. We showered, and then I left. We didn't mention my boyfriend before I went. "Take care," he said, but I think he knew just as well as I knew, that there was no way I was going to abstain from his cock in the future.

Meth Lab Fuck Down: My phone buzzed. This was the text I had been waiting for. Tonight would be my big break. Had I crossed a few lines to get here? Yeah, sure, but once I made the takedown of the biggest meth cooker in the Mid-Atlantic region, no one would give a shit about that - if they even ever found out. I was careful, wicked careful, and knew how to cover my tracks. Fuck I learned from the best. My dad, one of my uncles and the guy next door were all Drug Enforcement Agents (DEA) and growing up that’s all I ever wanted to be. It was my destiny. Tonight was destiny too and in addition to making my career it would give me the way to get Chris out of the cluster fuck of a life he had made for himself. Chris was the son of the DEA agent who lived next door to us when I was a kid, and my best friend. All my childhood memories involved Chris and because his dad and mine were often gone, Chris was at my house more than he was at his. We were inseparable and when we became teens we learned the ins and outs of life together - always together - that is until he got caught up in drugs. Finding Chris on the back porch lying on his side, drooling, doped out, and a fucking mess broke my heart and no matter what I did or said, Chris would never stay clean for long. After graduation, for our 18th birthdays, we went camping and the tent had barely been set up before Chris had shot up, or snorted up, and was high as shit. Well that just pissed me off so when it came time to crash and time for us to fuck I was not gentle. I fucked him as hard as I could and let out all my anger, frustration, and disappointment into his ass - along with two huge loads of cum. Chris took it all and begged for more and that’s how we spent our camping trip, with him high and me fucking the hell out of him over and over. Not much has changed the past several years. I went to college, got my degree, and followed my dad into the DEA. Chris continued to get deeper and deeper into drugs; his dad kicked him out; but I still looked out for him. I always made sure he had a spot at my place to crash, food, a little cash and in return I fucked him. Hard and rough and raw. I didn’t know if Chris fucked with other guys or not. I didn’t. Never even considered it, but with Chris it was the way things were. Did I ever feel guilty about it when he was fucked up? No. I had dealt with that stupid shit that first night. It just was. We both enjoyed it and in the midst of all the crazy shit it felt normal. Of course Chris was always grateful for the food and place to crash and kept promising he would pay me back, but until then, his ass was mine. My phone buzzed again. It was Chris. “DEAL’S GOING DOWN TONIGHT BY THE OLD PIER. MEET ME THERE AT 11:00.” My heart raced. Chris was my CI - my Confidential Informant. He had admitted one night he had gotten mixed up with a guy named Hawk, who I knew from my DEA briefings was reportedly the biggest meth cooker in the entire region. Every time I had Chris on his stomach and was fucking the shit out of him, I pumped him for info too. What was Hawk’s real name? Where did he hang? Who were his guys? Who did he sell to? And more. Chris seemed to be willing to talk, and even more willing when I would hand over a baggy of powder or a few needles filled with dope. I cared about Chris sure, but knew he was going to get fucked up no matter what, so why not help him out and help me too? He was always chatty when he was high and plus I loved feeling his ass open up for me and milk my cum out. There was nothing better than fucking his ass when he was high out of his God damned mind. His hole was wet, silky, and just sucked my dick and cum. Maybe it was seeing what drugs had done to Chris and his family is why I had never tried them. Yeah I was around the shit all the time, but had never been tempted, not even when Chris would leave shit laying around. Just wasn’t me. At 8:45 p.m. I was down at the old pier, peering between a rusted dumpster and the chimney of an old factory. Chris had told me before that he often did pickups for Hawk where he would deliver Hawk’s meth to someone and then meet Hawk at some out of the way place to give him the cash. During one night when Chris was super high and I had already pumped a load into him, he confessed that he had lied and that he always met Hawk at the place where he cooked the meth. I couldn’t fucking believe it! Instead of being angry I gave Chris a reward - another nut sack full of cum in his punk hole and that’s when he agreed to text me when the next deal went down. A light rain had begun to fall, but that was OK. I had on my DEA windbreaker; my gun was still in my holster, and my phone in my hand so I could quickly call in backup. Chris said it was only ever him and Hawk and no one else. Yet, just in case, I wanted to be prepared. However my plan was take Hawk myself. I needed this. Over the past few hours I had seen only one person go in the door - the man I assumed was Hawk - my prey. My watch showed 11:01. I heard a cough and saw Chris ambling down the alley towards a dimly lit door. He had on the same white shirt he was wearing two days ago when I last fucked him. I had tried to get him to spend the night after I bred him, but he was too wired and bolted as soon as I was done. Chris had flipped up the collar on his shirt I guess in an effort to try to stay dry. Little good that did. It just made him look like some cartoon character - all skin, bones, a head too big for his long limbs. He stopped at the door, knocked, waited, the door opened, Chris said something, then started to walk inside the old factory. My breath caught in my throat. Chris stopped, quickly glanced side to side and behind himself, then bent down like he was tying his shoe. That’s when he was supposed to stuff a wad of paper towel into the door latch hole so that the door would not click shut behind him. I waited until my watch said 11:09. I scanned the alley and confirmed no one was around. My cold, wet fingers found the snap on my holster and with a small click, I released it and eased my gun out. One more check to confirm I was alone and I quickly slid along the brick wall to the factory door Chris had gone in. At the door I paused, waited, listened. I never questioned that Chris would not have done what I had asked. I never even considered the idea that he might have betrayed me. I should have. The factory door eased open on well-oiled hinges. I quickly stepped inside out of the casting of the light. I let my eyes adjust to the darker interior as I tried to calm my breathing and steady my hand. This was it. I replayed in my mind the various scenarios I expected and in each and every one I knew I would have Hawk in handcuffs very soon. I eased my way to the right, following the rough outline of the exterior wall. I heard no voices, saw no movement, but wanted to be sure. The darkness embraced me as I moved, silent, and sure. I continued to edge my way around the outer wall until I came to a cut in - a long, dark hallway with a faint light at the end and the distant echo of voices. I checked around me once more - all was still and silent. I crept down the hall, the light grew brighter. A door was open, an angry voice was saying, “YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU WHEN YOU TRY TO STEAL FROM ME?” I quickly peered through the crack and saw Chris on his knees and a big man - Hawk - standing over him. Compared to Chris, Hawk was a fucking monster. A good foot taller, a good 100 pounds heavier, and all the Aryan tattoos on his forehead and arms only added to the sinister monster look. Yeah this asshole was going down and Chris would be forever grateful. I eased my boot onto the edge of the door and gently pulled my foot back, slowly, to give myself enough space to slip into the room and take Hawk by surprise. BAM! MY WORLD WENT DARK. I winced trying to decide which was worse: the splitting pain at the back of my skull or the slicing pain in my wrists. I moaned. I eased my eyes open and turned my head, which caused a new round of nausea and pain. My wrists were handcuffed and a large chain was threaded between them and connected to a pulley that dangled from the ceiling. I had been stripped naked and was hanging from the chain with my feet barely touching the floor. I assumed from the hot wetness still trickling down my neck that I had been hit and hit hard in the back of the head and that’s what had knocked me out. God damn it! My ears then picked up the moans and groans and sounds of carnal pleasure. I leaned back a little and looked to my right. There was a man - Hawk - naked and fucking Chris who was bent over facing my way. Chris raised his head, closed his eyes and smiled in total fucking ecstasy like he would smile when I had my dick up his ass. He opened his eyes, smirked, closed his eyes again as Hawk hit just the right spot up in his ass, and Chris started bouncing his hips up and down like his hole was in full orgasm. My mouth dropped open. Shit! “GET THE FUCK OFF MY DICK!” Hawk spat as he shoved Chris off his still hard dick. Chris tumbled onto his knees and looked up at Hawk with awe, admiration, and adoration - disgusting! Hawk kicked him in the ribs, “WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAITING FOR? YOU GOT DELIVERIES TO MAKE AND DON’T FUCKING SHOW BACK UP HERE UNTIL I TEXT YOU. NOW GET!” A low growl rumbled in my chest. For Hawk or Chris I don’t know. Clearly I had been set up and clearly Chris was Hawk’s lover or whatever too, but it was the way he treated him. I loved Chris - in my own way - and always did right by him so seeing someone treat him like that just fucking pissed me off. I promised myself right then I would kill Hawk. Fuck the take down! Hawk picked up a plate of crystal meth – bright white lines of powder - that was sitting on the couch and sniffed a few lines using a tattered bill. He wiped his nose, licked his lips, casually sauntered over to me with his monster dick swinging back and forth and when he stopped he said, “WELL, WELL, WELL, AGENT. WE FINALLY MEET AT LAST.” This man - this drug dealer - this filth of humanity that stood before me curled my stomach. I wanted to lash out, but held my tongue as my brain worked to figure a way to escape. Hawk smiled, licked his right index finger, rubbed it around in the plate of white then slid it between the flesh of his gums and lips and hummed as the burning kicked in. His blue eyes flashed open, the pupils distant pricks of black as he eyed me up and down, “YES, I CAN SEE WHY YOUR LITTLE ONE IS SO PROTECTIVE OF YOU - ENAMORED IF YOU WILL. BUT TRULY NOW. YOU AND I BOTH KNOW IT IS NOT REAL. EVEN THE GRATITUDE IS FALSE. YOUR LITTLE ONE IS ONLY A BITCH KIPPE - FAG - FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A MEANS TO AN END. I ON THE OTHER HAND AM THE MASTER. THE SUPERIOR SPECIMEN OF MANHOOD. JUST LOOK AT EVEN HOW MY DICK - STILL SOFT - IS FAR BIGGER THAN YOURS. DO YOU WANT TO FEEL IT? I THINK YOU DO - I THINK YOU MUST!” I twisted and jerked as Hawk stepped behind me. The heat from his body like a hot furnace on a cold winter’s afternoon. I heard the wet slurp of his mouth, then the piercing press of a pointed finger and nail at my sphincter. I tried to adjust my footing but the give of the chain snapped back, sending me onto his coated dart, “YES, SEE? YOU WILL LEARN WHY YOUR LITTLE ONE BEGS FOR MY DICK - BEGS FOR THE FEEL OF MY FORESKIN SLIDING BACK AS I POUND HIS ASS - BEGS FOR ME TO POZ HIS HOLE AND FILL HIM UP WITH MY AIDS. FRANKLY I AM SURPRISED YOU HAVE NOT TESTED POZ YET, BUT MAYBE BECAUSE YOU ARE ON PREP? OR JUST MAYBE BECAUSE YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A TOP? WELL, WE SHALL TAKE CARE OF THAT.” The clear toll of porcelain on concrete, and the pause of his finger assault on my ass, let me know he had set the plate of drugs on the floor. I wanted to beg and plead for him to stop. To tell him I never did drugs. To scream that I was not a bottom and didn’t get fucked. To tell him I was there only for Chris. All plans for trying to talk my way out of it quickly vanished though. My body arched, my veins pumped my blood faster and faster as my heart raced, my skin was scored bloody as Hawk aggressively pushed his dick into my drug coated ass hole. “OH YES AGENT! THAT ASS IS MUCH TIGHTER THAN YOUR LITTLE ONE’S. YOU ENJOY FUCKING HIM DON’T YOU? NOW AGENT, I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE A DRUGGED UP CUMP DUMP. YOU SHOULD BE HONORED. I HAVE COATED YOUR ASS WITH MY LATEST COOK - MY BEST PRODUCT SO FAR AND TOGETHER WE WILL ENJOY THE RUSH! AND AFTER - WELL AFTER WE SHALL SEE….” (*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!)

Hey, Rawladz! Yesterday I went to the bb sex party at Club120 in Toronto. I brought my two young poz fuckboys with me (1 vers, 1 bottom). We got there for 4 PM, the start of the party. You pay, you sign in, you get a white plastic bags for your clothes, and take the bag to the 2nd floor coat-check. Everything's safe until you leave. This is always good to know!! My vers fuckboy wanted to fuck my daddy hole. I did douche extensively before, so I was clean as a whistle. I LOVED his young cum coating my daddy ass inside. I could feel him inside and cumming in me. A great start to the afternoon-evening!! I did get my second fuckboy's cum, but later in the evening. He blasted in my mouth, somewhat salty, but enjoyable nonetheless. This bb sex party had the usual 4 slings (2 on each side), the 1st floor fuckwall with 3 spots for any bottom to use and be fucked in (no schedule today), wetwipes, lots of silicone lube packets, 1 can of Crisco for fisting, and 2 washrooms to clean up in, and a cash bar on the 1st floor. It was a matter for all to begin to bring out their piggy side. BB sex was happening in the slings and the fuckwall. The Acland duo was performing bb on the 1st floor. Guys were getting sucked, rimmed, and fucked in all corners of Club120. Guys have raw needs. We had 81 or 82 guys yesterday. More black and Asian guys came too. It's about enjoying men's bodies and men's fluids! I got my loads. I was very happy. My fuckboys were very satisfied! We'll be back for more!

Went back to the sleazy bookstore today and spent 8 hours naked taking all the cock i could get. Love that place because they are there to get off and not just dip and run. Took 18 cocks in my ass and got 18 loads plus 5 loads down my throat. I'm still hard thinking about it. Once again i'm going to have to clean the sheets in the morning of the cum that'll leak out while i sleep.

A/N : Glad you're enjoying the story, guys ! Here's the next instalment, which was mostly written when I posted the last part. I'm getting back to work tomorrow, so I don't know when I'll have time to write the next part. Hope you enjoy this though, let me know if it made you blow ! ——————————————————— I came home that day just in time to see Kate leave for work. She didn’t look tired at all, considering she only worked night shifts, and never slept past 1 pm after she came home. “There’s some kale salad leftover from my lunch if you boys want some,” she said before getting in her car. “Oh, and Brandon invited a friend over.” I bid her goodbye, and made my way inside the house. I found Brandon in the pool, with another young man, who looked even more buff than my son did. I went to greet them, as the polite thing to do. “Hey, son,” I said, getting both boys’ attention. What a sight. They looked like two jocks on a gay porn set, their sculpted bodies glistening in the sun, standing side by side. Brandon’s friend was taller than him by at least a foot, I noticed, his short dirty blond hair and blue eyes completing his gorgeous looks. “Hey, Dad,” Brandon said, approaching his blond hunk of a friend, wrapping an arm around his waist. “This is Josh, he’s one of my brothers.” “Hi, Mr. Marks,” Josh greeted me with a wolfish grin. Brandon was smirking, making sure I saw him grope his friend in front of me, his hand caressing Josh’s hip. The little shit was trying to rattle me, to make me jealous. It made my insides churn with rage, and I hated my reaction. Brandon must have seen it on my face, as his grin only grew wider. I turned my attention on Josh, not wanting to play into his little mind games. “Do you want to stay for dinner, Josh?” I asked, glad to have a buffer for the evening. If Brandon could focus his sexual energy on someone else, it would be great. Granted, I’d much rather he had his girlfriend, but I was desperate. Even if I didn’t particularly like the thought of Brandon sleeping around with someone else, I thought it was better than him sleeping with me. “Sure,” he replied, not noticing Brandon’s sideways glare. “Great. Have fun, boys, I’m going to be in my office for a while,” I said as I loosened my tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt. It really was a hot day, and if Brandon weren’t here, I’d probably have enjoyed a couple laps myself. I headed upstairs to change into a couple of shorts and a tank top before getting comfortable in my office. I had a few things to do for work, what with my team starting a new website for new clients. I could keep an eye on Brandon from my home office, which faced the garden at the back of the house. Both boys were now lounging by the pool in their obscenely small speedos, both on their phones. It was obvious that Josh was not straight, and was probably more than a friend to Brandon. Had they fooled around before? Were they still fooling around? I reprimanded myself for that last question. It was none of my business, Brandon could sleep with anyone he wanted—as long as he wasn’t cheating on anyone, which I knew for a fact he was. Poor Julie, she was such a sweet girl. I shook myself out of my reverie, and focused on work again, getting a few things done before I was interrupted. “Oh, sorry, Mr. Marks,” Josh said as he stepped inside, with his hand still holding the door handle to my office. He was still wearing nothing but his white speedos, and only now as I could get a good look did I notice how tiny they were, how it highlighted his bulge and ass. “I was looking for the bathroom.” I glanced through my window, seeing Brandon dozing still on one of the long chairs. It was almost 8 pm, I hadn’t seen time fly by. I ought to get dinner ready, I thought, so I shut my laptop down. “No worries, I’ll show you.” I led him to Brandon’s own ensuite bathroom, not giving a second thought to Josh’s presence here when there was a guest bathroom downstairs. The house was big, and for any new guest, it would’ve been easy to get lost. “Here you go,” I said, standing in Brandon’s bedroom, pointing at the bathroom door. “If you need anything else, I’ll be in the kitchen.” “Thanks, Mr. Marks,” Josh said, walking to the bedroom door to close it, and then locking it. I was really getting naïve in my old age, I thought as I watched Josh approach me like a predator. “Don’t you need to use the bathroom?” I asked, taking a step back for every step Josh took towards me. Fuck was he big, I realized up close, as he towered over me with his broad chest and big arms. I saw his face up close, and damn was he beautiful. He looked good enough to model, I thought. “Already used it, I’m all prepped,” he said, smirking when my legs hit Brandon’s bed and I fell back. Josh was fast, and jumped on the mattress over me, straddling me. “I do need something else from you.” “Josh, what are you doing?” I asked, moving to get off the bed, but Brandon’s friend was faster, and gripped my wrists, yanking them up and holding them above my head as his knees held my waist in place. “Let me go!” “But you like that, don’t you, Mr. Marks?” Josh said, that last word having become a trigger for my hardon. He rubbed his own erection against mine, making me groan. He kept my wrists in place with one hand, using his free one to show me his phone. There, on his screen, I saw my Grindr profile pic. “Or should I say, Daddy45? This is you, isn’t it?” “Fuck,” I said, closing my eyes, hoping I was going to wake up from this nightmare. Did Josh know about Brandon and I? I was starting to panic. What had my life become, seriously? Fucking my son, getting sexually assaulted by a gorgeous topless jock? “Please, Josh, let me go.” “It is you,” Josh said as he lifted my shirt, revealing my abs. He let go of my wrists to run his hands over my chest, lifting my top higher. “You’re delusional,” I weakly said. “Daddy45 is 0 mile away from me, and only has body pics,” Josh countered, flipping through the different pictures I had uploaded. “And I’m looking down at that very same body right now.” I had nothing to say to that, and Josh looked triumphant above me. Once again, Grindr had gotten me in trouble, I realized. I never should have gotten on that app. I had become a slave to my body’s desires, and was frozen as I let this muscled jock ravage me. It felt so good, to be wanted like this, to be manhandled by a younger but bigger man. I felt the same way with Brandon, and it was part of the pleasure I felt with my son. I felt like I was betraying Brandon as Josh kissed my neck and humped me. He lay down fully on top of me, and I could feel his smooth torso connecting with mine, his hard cock bulging from his tiny speedo. I let my hands travel down to his plump ass, kneading the meaty globes. “Yes, give in to me,” Josh added, making me realize how easy he had actually gotten me. “Oh fuck yeah, finger my hole, Daddy,” he said the magic word, luring me further into my sex mode. I slipped my hand inside his speedo, my fingers entering a well-lubed and smooth hole. The fucker really had prepped for this. Did he wax down there? It felt pretty good, and his moans were sweet music to my ears. “Yes, Daddy, I want you to fuck me,” Josh said as he kept grinding his cock against mine. He pulled my shorts and briefs down so our cocks could properly meet, and I added a third finger to his young hole. “Do you have a condom?” I asked automatically, even when I was still on the fence about this. “Don’t need one,” Josh replied, panting hard against my neck, moving his lips to nibble my ear. “Don’t want one. I want you to fuck me bareback, want your Daddy sperm inside me.” That Josh really was a dirty fucker. Holy shit. He reminded so much of Brandon it scared me. Was this how young men behaved these days? Were all of them yearning for dad-type men? Were all of them bareback sluts? Fuck, but that thought turned me on even more. The filthy part of me was thrilled that I didn’t have to worry about fucking my son. This wasn’t incest, what we were doing. This was just plain old cheating, and I was weirdly okay with the cheating part. But another part of me felt bad for doing this to Brandon, and I didn’t want to feed this incestuous part of me. I wanted to change, I wanted to be better. The irony in that wasn’t lost on me, but baby steps, right? “Is that what you want, baby boy?” I replied, taking my shorts off completely before I let my hands explore his perfectly toned body. Fuck, everything on that kid was huge—his pecs, his arms, his ass, his cock. He was at least 8 inches, and I couldn’t wait to get that inside me. “You want Daddy to take care of you?” “Yes, Daddy,” he replied, moving further until my cock rubbed his asshole, smearing it with my precum. “We should really get a condom, though,” I insisted, not knowing just how many men this Josh had slept with. The way he behaved right now, I gathered he slept around a lot, and was not being very safe. “I don’t buy condoms anymore, hate them,” Josh said, forcing his ass on the tip of my cock until the head slipped in. Fuck, he felt so good. “Don’t worry, I’m on PrEP­…most of the time.” I had no idea what that meant, but my mind was blank as he sank further into my cock, until he took all 7 inches of me. “Fuuuuuck yeah,” Josh roared, leaning back on his hands as he started fucking himself on my cock, his long lean body and his rock hard cock in display right in front of me. Fuck, what a sight. “Come on, Daddy, fuck me.” I was starting to move my hips when I heard the doorknob rattling, followed by loud knocks. Fuck. “Dad? Josh?! The fuck are you doing?!” Brandon shouted through his door as he banged on it. I tried to move, but Josh pushed me down, his hands holding my shoulders as his ass stayed firmly planted on my cock. “Go away, Brandon, I’m having some quality time here!” Josh shouted, not deterred in the least as he kept on fucking himself on my cock. The banging stopped, and Josh looked at me again with a triumphant look. “Now, where were we?” he said, leaning down for a sloppy kiss as he resumed his thrusts. This was insanity, fucking Josh here, with Brandon knowing what we were doing. I heard the door unlock not long after, and saw Brandon barging in, looking furious. “Get the fuck off my Dad,” Brandon ordered, looping his arms around Josh and pulling him off of my cock. They wrestled on the floor then, and I was left stunned by the sight. Two young naked muscled jocks fighting it out over me, it was hotter than I could imagine. “What the fuck’s your problem, Bran?!” Josh said. “You cockblocked me!” “You, you’re my problem!” Brandon retorted. “Fucking with your bro’s Dad? Seriously?!” “That’s rich, coming from you!” Josh said. “How many Daddies have you fucked, huh?! I’m surprised you haven’t fucked your own Dad!” “Shut the fuck up,” Brandon said. “That’s enough, boys!” I shouted as I finally stood up, pulling my shorts back on. My grave voice at least silenced both boys as they stopped and looked at me. I pulled Brandon off of Josh, helping the latter get up and trying not to look at his still hard cock. “I think it’s best you leave, Josh, I’m sorry.” “But—” “I think you should leave too,” Brandon added, glaring at his friend, then directing his glare at me. I felt chastised, which I deserved. Never mind the fact that Brandon and I recently engaged in some hot and steamy sex, I shouldn’t have fucked his frat brother, I shouldn’t have cheated on his mother—again. “Come on, Bran, where’s the fun bro I love, huh?” Josh said, leaning close to my son until his lips almost touched Brandon’s ear. “You and I even shared a Daddy once or twice, so why don’t we share this one?” “Fuck off, Josh, he’s my Dad!” “So? Isn’t that what you’ve always secretly wanted? You’re always looking for Daddies to fuck you,” Josh said. “I mean, I totally get you, your Dad’s smoking.” “Alright, that’s enough,” I stopped Josh before he could go any further down that line of thoughts, before he uncovered our incestuous secret. Brandon looked at me with pleading eyes, looking so sad I actually felt bad for fooling around with his friend. “Josh, you’re real nice—I mean, fucking filthy as hell too, but I’m sure you’re nice. Still, this was a mistake.” “Come on, Mr. Marks, weren’t you having fun just now?” Josh said as he came to plaster his body against me, a finger stroking my chest. “My hole certainly was having fun with your big cock, and I distinctly remember you were enjoying yourself.” “Get your hands off of my Dad,” Brandon said, yanking Josh back. “Get the fuck out of here, Josh.” “Why? So you can have your Daddy here all for yourself once I’m gone?” “You know that’s not true, you psycho,” Brandon lied, I knew that’s exactly what my son wanted. But Josh couldn’t know that. “You’re taking your own fantasies a little too far, Josh, nothing’s going to happen between Brandon and I,” I said, and started leading Josh out of the room. I glanced back at Brandon, mouthing at him to stay put in his room while I dealt with Josh. “Are you sure? ‘Cause I’ve fucked Bran before, he’s a pretty great lay,” Josh said, completely shameless as he walked with me, naked, his speedo still in hand. “We could have some great sex, the three of us.” “You’re really twisted, you know that?” I said. “Thank you, sir,” he said, grinning at me. “I mean, I’d rather it be just us two, but I’m willing to make some concessions.” “Put your clothes on,” I ordered as we got downstairs, walking into the living room where he’d left his clothes. “Not what people usually ask me to do,” Josh remarked, which I was willing to believe. I mean, he was truly gorgeous. The fact that he was so dirty only added to his appeal in my mind. He put a jockstrap and a mesh tank top on before turning to me. “Are you sure you don’t want to finish what we started?” “I’m sure,” I said with a firm tone, crossing my arms and willing my boner to go down, which was difficult, seeing how slutty Josh looked in this outfit. “Please, Daddy? I really need a load in me right now,” he insisted, coming closer to me. I was tempted, but fucking this pretty jock here would only make things worse, make me worse. Josh grabbed my cock and licked my neck, and despite my resolutions, I threw my head back. I was so horny, what with Brandon already riling me up earlier at lunch. I hadn’t got off since then, and was aching to. He turned around and presented his ass to me, pushing back as he tried to free my cock from my shorts again. “Josh, seriously? Fuck off,” Brandon’s voice came from behind me, and I turned around to see my son stomping over. “Don’t you dare come near my Dad again.” “We’ll see about that, Bran,” Josh said, stepping back from me. “This isn’t over, Daddy.” “Don’t call him that! He’s not your Daddy, and he never will be!” Brandon said, more riled up than I’d ever seen him before. It was quite a shock to see my son like this, I’d rarely seen him get so angry, even with his mother and I. Josh didn’t seem affected, going as far as giving me a wink before he left. Here we were, my son and I, alone in the house, my cock rock hard in my shorts and Brandon still wearing nothing but his tiny speedo. I looked at Brandon, who looked both angry and heartbroken at the same time. “Son—” “How could you, Dad?” Brandon cut me off, and got in my space. “Am I just a warm disposable body to you? Are you really going to fuck every jock that throws themselves at you?” “No! Fuck, Brandon,” I tried to protest, but Brandon only pushed me until my back hit the wall in our house’s main hall. “I’m sorry, okay? You saw how pushy Josh is! He forced himself on me!” “Really, Dad? Until you were fucking him?” I had no excuse, really. I had gotten myself into it. Brandon’s entire body was touching mine, and there was no way he couldn’t feel how hard I was. God, I was so fucking horny, I just wanted to blow my load already. And here I had Brandon, my young and hot son who was apparently crazy for me, ready to help me release me. “I’m sorry,” I repeated, frozen on the spot, not daring to move. “Really, Daddy?” he muttered, and then started kissing my jaw. “What are you going to do to make me forgive you?” “Son, we really shouldn’t,” I started, letting out a yelp when Brandon suddenly grabbed my cock, giving it long and slow strokes. “Brandon, you don’t want to prove Josh right, do you? This is getting dangerous, he’s onto us.” “He’s not,” Brandon said. “He’s gone now, it’s just you and me here.” “Son, stop,” I said, pushing my son gently away from me. I moved my hips to get his hand off of my cock, and looked Brandon straight in the eye. “I don’t know what I’ve done wrong as a father to make you this way, but I’ll do anything to make it right.” “You haven’t done anything wrong! On the contrary,” Brandon said. “You’re the greatest Daddy ever, and you’ve rocked my world.” “I don’t understand, how could you­­—” “You’re fucking hot, Dad, and you’re kind, fun, smart,” Brandon said as he put his hands on my chest. “You’re the whole package. And you’re my actual father, which is even hotter.” My son was screwed in the head. I didn’t know how he got this way, how he managed to corrupt me along the way, but he was, and my cock was getting even harder. “Now, I believe you have amends to make,” Brandon announced, pulling my shorts down. “You’ve been bad, cheating on your son.” “Brandon,” I warned him, as I tried to put my shorts back on. “And you fucked Josh bareback too!” “Come on, let’s forget the whole thing, alright? Can’t we just have one normal evening that doesn’t end with us two having sex?” I pleaded, because my will was getting weaker by the second. I didn’t know how long I could hold on. “Let’s have dinner, alright?” “I’m not hungry,” Brandon protested. “At least not for food.” “Well, too bad for you, ‘cause food is all you’re getting tonight,” I replied, proud of myself for standing strong before my son’s advances. I turned my back on Brandon and headed for the kitchen, but was stopped by Brandon’s strong grip on my wrist. “Really, Dad?” Brandon asked, pulling me towards him until our chests collided. “You want to ruin our relationship?” “You are the one who’s ruining it! How do you think this is going to end?” I asked him, curious to hear his answer. I knew he was only listening to his sexual urges, living in the present. I knew better, I knew that this could only result in tears. “I’m married, remember? Do you even think about your mother?” “I’m not stupid,” Brandon shot back. “Of course I think about mom. Clearly, you and she aren’t doing so good if you were on Grindr, Dad. You two barely even see each other because of your jobs now.” “Are you seriously implying I should leave your mother?” “Well, I think you would both be better off now,” Brandon said with a shrug. “You and I could move in together while I get through law school. We could have a really great life, you and I.” “That’s not the kind of life I want for you, Jesus,” I said, not believing what I was hearing. Was Brandon serious? Did he really envision a long term relationship with me? That was insane. “You’re supposed to get through law school, marry Julie, build a life, a family with her.” “You and I can do all of that! I don’t love her anymore,” Brandon retorted, shocking me into silence. “I love you, Dad.” “People are going to find out, sooner or later,” I told him, hoping I could still get through to him, but how was I supposed to compete with a future lawyer? My son had always loved debating while I hated it. “You deserve so much better. Incest is still illegal, you know, on top of being wrong.” “It’s nobody’s business but ours, we’re both consenting adults,” Brandon countered, and I was getting tired of him always finding an answer to everything. “Well, I’m not consenting,” I said finally, taking a deep breath. “I am not consenting. I want this to end, once and for all.” “You’re not serious,” Brandon said, unable to hide the tremor in his voice. “Dad, don’t be stupid.” “This is for your own good, Brandon,” I told him. “There’s no future other than that of a father and son, okay? What we’ve done, it was all a big mistake, and it was my fault for letting it happen.” “You let nothing happen, I was the one who made it all happen!” Brandon shouted, pointing his finger in my chest. “And you’re being a coward.” “Maybe so, but—” Brandon silenced me with his lips, his hand cupping the back of my head as he kissed me passionately. My own lips moving instinctively with his, our tongues meeting again. The kiss was desperate and heavy, and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around my only son, who gave everything into that one breathtaking kiss. It was hard to ignore my son’s hard cock pressing against my own, even harder to not grind against him. Brandon didn't hesitate to hump me though, his erection rubbing against mine was pure heaven, and it almost me cum. When we pulled apart at last, Brandon was still in my arms, looking flushed and beautiful with his baby blues directed at me. “Can you honestly tell me you feel nothing for me, Dad? That this kiss didn’t make you feel anything?” Brandon asked me after a pause. “Don’t lie to me.” What was I supposed to say to that? I couldn’t possibly tell my son that kissing him was earth shattering, that I loved him more than I loved my own wife. I knew I couldn’t convincingly lie to him either. I was overwhelmed, and it made it all harder for me to do what I needed to do. “I…Son, this is killing me,” I said eventually. “I’m not saying it’s easy for me either, but it’s what’s best, alright? I want you to understand that.” “How is ending things what’s best, for either of us, when it would make you as miserable as it would me?” “You may not understand it now—” “Don’t give me that bullshit, Dad,” Brandon said. “I may be young, but I know what I want, and I want you, for as long as I can have you.” “If you can’t be reasonable, I’m leaving,” I said with a final tone, seeing how this was going nowhere. I held back some tears and walked back upstairs to grab some things. Staying here alone all night with Brandon was too dangerous, I needed to get away. I locked myself in my bedroom, knowing Brandon would try to stop me, and packed a light travel bag. My heart was breaking as I heard Brandon’s pleas through the door, and I was dreading the moment when I’d have to face him. “Dad, just listen to me,” Brandon said once I gathered the courage to finally open my bedroom door, finding my son standing right outside, his eyes red and wet. The sight killed me, so I pulled Brandon into a tight hug, hoping we could fix things between us in the end. Brandon held on to me for dear life, and I still couldn’t understand how it could feel this amazing, having my son’s body pressed so close to mine. “I’m so sorry, son,” I said. “You shouldn’t have to go through this.” “Dad,” Brandon said into my ear. “Dad, I want you to listen carefully.” “If you’re really ending things between us, if you don’t want to give me what I need anymore,” Brandon said with an increasingly threatening tone. “Just know that I’ll have to get it from someone else. You’ve heard Josh, right? Before you, I used to get fucked by any hot Daddy I could find. Of course, none of them compare to you, but I’ll make do with what I have. And I won’t be as careful as I’ve been before anymore. I mean, I’ve become quite addicted to you breeding my ass, you know?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I stepped back from my son, horrified as I looked at him. Brandon was bargaining his own health to have sex with me. I couldn’t possibly push him into having unprotected sex with strangers, could I? Fuck, fuck, fuck. The thought of men my age fucking my son was outrageous enough, but the thought of these men potentially harming my son? It was just too much, I couldn’t let that happen. “Brandon, don’t be stupid,” I warned him, because I didn’t raise him to be so careless. “Are you out of your mind? Would you really let any guy just fuck you bareback?” He only shrugged at me, arms crossed over his defined bare chest with a defiant look. “If that’s what it takes to get my fix, yeah,” he replied. “But it doesn’t have to come to this, if I have you.” “This is blackmail, son,” I told him with my grave voice, not liking how he had me cornered. “I don’t care what you call it, I’m just telling you what you’re getting ourselves into,” Brandon said. I was torn. There had to be another way out of this, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure it out. I looked down at my feet, hands curled into fists. I wanted to scream in frustration, angry at myself for getting into this impossible situation. I heard Brandon approach me, taking my duffle bag away and throwing it to the side. “Now, are you going to be reasonable?” he asked as he cupped my face and angled it so I faced him again, seeing his victorious smile. I was screwed. ---------- tbc A/N : I've loved writing Josh, as you could probably tell. I've cast Josey Greenwell to be Josh, and he's fucking gorgeous, isn't he? He was just a pawn I needed to get the story moving long at first, but holy crap he's taken a life of his own. This won't be last we see of him ! I might even write a spinoff with him as the protagonist, what do you think?

Went to a new sauna this week for naked day which was quite busy. I love the atmosphere of naked days when everyone is so obviously on the hunt and you are surrounded by naked, prowling men. I looked in the cinema which is basically some tiered benches facing a screen. There was this skinny guy lying back watching the film. Probably about fifty, very pale and hairless with old school tattoos on his forearms. His cock was also long and thin as it stood up from his pot-belly. I immediately went to my knees and started to suck it and he moaned a bit and began to buck his hips and fuck my mouth. I could see some other guys watching and it turned me on. I had already lubed up in the changing room. I got up, turned and lowered my bottom onto his cock. He didn't resist, and just grunted with pleasure as it slid easily up into my rectum until I was sitting on his lap with his cock buried in me. I moved up and down a little and he moaned how good it felt. Several old men were watching me now and wanking themselves. "I"m going to cum!" He gasped. I raised myself up a little, allowing him to thrust his cock in and out and then he gasped and I felt it start to throb. Immediately I lowered myself down into his lap so his spurting cock was right up me. I waited until his orgasm finished and then he slapped my rump and laughed. "My balls are empty!" I got off and his cock slipped out, wet and slimey with cum which also felt nicely wet between my cheeks. "Thanks!" I said and he just nodded. "Yeah, maybe see you later." I left the cinema, and headed to the small dark room, aware that I had a group of eager admirers following me, having watched me being bred bareback, and eager to be the next to fuck me.

Part 3: I watched as Hawk - the biggest meth cook in the region - walked past me towards a door that was guarded by two more men with guns. He paused, pulled an industrial apron off a wall hook, slipped it over his head, then gave me a wave and said, “KEEP THAT ASS FILLED AND WET FOR ME MR. DEA AGENT. I’LL BE BACK AS SOON AS I COMPLETE THIS COOK AND THEN YOU AND I SHALL DISCUSS OUR FUTURE.” I yanked on the chain that was looped between my wrists, attaching me to the steel column. As I watched Hawk leave - his Aryan dick making a large tent in the front of the industrial apron - I heard voices behind me and twisted my neck to see that a couple of his workers from the packing room had come out. They were standing by a metal table as they took off the masks they were wearing and leered at me with twisted smiles. One of them grabbed a mirror off the table, spilled a bunch of meth onto it, cut it in course lines with a razor, then the three of them walked my way. The largest man in the group, who looked like he could be a twin for Hawk down to the Aryan styled tatts, coated two fingers and started to roughly paint my broken hole with them. Tears filled the corners of my eyes as his buddies urged him to show me how a DEA bitch got fucked. First, he decided to tongue me and taste the mix of Hawk’s cum, popped cherry, and the new batch of meth. I let him get his tongue good and deep, then jerked, twisted, and brought up my right heel - BAM! I caught him square in the jaw! He fell back, swearing. One of the other guys stepped in to body press me against the column - BAM! I snapped my head back, caught him right on the bridge of the nose - it cracked like a chicken wing bone, blood gushed - and he let go. The third guy was much wiser and just punched me in the left kidney. My turn to drop, but the pain was worth it. My victory was short lived of course since I was still chained up and the little scuffle drew the attention of the guards and the other men from the packing room. I tried to kick, punch, and use my head and body; all to no avail as I was quickly overpowered, held down, and my ass stuffed with big meth shards. It was like the guy had on a metal cock sheath when he slammed into my ass as all the meth shards cut, scraped, and gouged my guts. All I could see was a sliver of light underneath the black boot that was stepping on the side of my face, pinning my head to the floor as the men now took turns raw dogging me. I thought back to the times I had fucked Chris rough, raw, and hard and had the briefest moment of regret. Fuck that! The little shit had sold me out. He would get his too. Maybe there was nothing I could do right now, but there was always a way. The meth began to dissolve, my blood stream boiled and roiled, and my fuck hole was flooded with more Aryan cum. All other thoughts of anything besides that exact second slipped through my fingers like a greased pig. They could take my body, use my flesh as they wanted, but there was still a part of me no matter how fucked up I got that was mine alone. “AH, LOOK AT THAT,” Hawk admired as he stood over me, the shadow of his hard dick acting like a sun dial on my torso, “I AM DISAPOINTED AGENT THAT YOU WOULD TRY SOMETHING SO STUPID. YOU ARE A SMART MAN, VERY SMART, AND THAT IS ONE OF THE REASONS I HAVE CHOSEN YOU. SO, LET’S JUST CALL IT A MOMENTARY LAPSE IN JUDGMENT SHALL WE? YES? NOW BOYS, IF YOU CAN SIT HIM UP IN THE CHAIR PLEASE AND MAKE SURE THE CHAINS ARE TIGHT. I WOULD HATE TO HAVE TO END THIS DISCUSSION BEFORE IT EVEN BEGAN.” I was hauled up onto my feet, dragged off to the side and plopped down into a metal chair. Chains were wrapped around my ankles and the chair legs as my arms were pulled behind me and chained through the back of the chair. Hawk was standing right in front of me, his dick wet, slick, and forming drops of dew on the tip. I licked my lips and Hawk laughed, “OH YES AGENT. THE SEED HAD BEEN PLANTED SO TO SPEAK. I WILL CONTINUE TO TRAIN YOU IN ALL THE WAYS A GOOD AIDS PIG SHOULD PLEASE HIS BRUDER MASTER. NOW AGENT - REMEMBER I ASKED IF YOU HAD SOMETHING TO OFFER ME? I KNOW YOU HAVE THOUGHT ON THIS LONG AND HARD OF COURSE, BUT I SHALL TELL YOU ANYWAYS. I WILL SPARE YOUR LITTLE ONE, YOUR LITTLE FRIEND FOR NOW. HE HAS HIS USES FOR THE MOMENT AS I BELIEVE YOU HAVE YOUR USES AS WELL.” I snarled, sneered, and did my best to heave a wad of spit at him, but all that happened was a large dribble running down my chin and onto my chest. Hawk laughed. “AGENT, AGENT, AGENT. I LIKE THAT FIRE. THAT SPUNK. BUT LET ME WARN YOU. DO SOMETHING STUPID LIKE THAT AGAIN AND YOU WILL PAY DEARLY. NOT DIRECTLY OF COURSE. LET ME RECALL. I BELIEVE YOUR FATHER IS ENJOYING HIS RETIREMENT FROM THE DEA AND PLAYS GOLF EVERY TUESDAY MORNING? YOUR MOTHER MEETS HER FRIENDS FOR CARDS ON THURSDAY NIGHTS? IT WOULD BE A SHAME IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THEM BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPIDITY WOULD IT NOT?” Hawk then bent down and grabbed my chin hard with his right hand and squeezed as he looked me in the eye, “YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AGENT. MY MEN WATCH THEM. THEY WATCH YOU. I HAVE PEOPLE INSIDE YOUR LIFE, YOUR WORK, YOUR WORLD YOU CANNOT IMAGINE. YOU TRY ANYTHING - ANYTHING AT FUCKING ALL BESIDES WHAT I TELL YOU AND YOUR FAMILY PAYS THE PRICE - AS WILL YOU AND EVERYONE YOU FUCKING KNOW. HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR? I CANNOT HEAR YOU - ANSWER ME - HAVE I? GOOD AGENT. GOOD. NOW TO THE BUSINESS AT HAND. Hawk laid out his initial demands for me. This would be a test of my ability to do what he needed, when he said, and of keeping my mouth shut. He warned me again of what would happen if I thought of trying to report this shakedown or what he was asking me to do and I agreed I would do what he said. Inside I still knew I was going to kill the mother fucker some day. Just not today. Once he was assured of my compliancy I was dragged to another room, Hawk wound a length of chain around my neck and pulled tight as he mounted me again like some filthy barnyard animal. The meth high was still going, but the pain was sharp, and his words stung as deep as his dick did. He told me over and over what a fag whore I was, how he was going to kill me one way or the other from his AIDs, and that I might as well embrace my new life and embrace being a POZ cum dump for him and his crew and that who knew - if I played my cards right I could move up in his organization. Oh I would move up all right, higher than he would imagine only so I could tear the whole fucking thing down! Before Hawk left the room he handed me a plastic bottle full of golden brown liquid. It was warm and he said, “I TOLD YOU I WOULD FILL YOU WITH MY PISS. NOW DRINK UP AGENT. I CAN’T HAVE YOU GETTING THE SHAKES AT MORNING ROLL CALL. THIS WILL GET YOU THROUGH THE FIRST COUPLE OF HOURS AS A BOTTLE OF MY CHEM PISS IS LIKE A FEW GOOD LINES OF MY COOK. BUT, IF YOU LOOK LIKE YOU ARE BEHAVING, THERE WILL BE SOMETHING ELSE LEFT IN YOUR LOCKER.” I gagged, sputtered, and fought to keep from puking it all back up as Hawk videoed me with his phone. I licked my lips; he smiled, and left the room. With Hawk’s Aryan cum leaking out of my ass and his warm piss filling my stomach I was left alone. The door opened, Chris walked in, looked at me, looked away, mumbled, “I’m sorry dude….I…” then looked at me again as tears cascaded down his cheeks. He stepped closer, pleading like the traitorous bitch that he was. I wanted nothing more right then than to kick the living shit out of him. To ask him why, to tell him he could have come to me, to remind him of how I was the only one who had ever been there for him, to say to him that I loved….No. Too late. I would use Chris too when the time came. Hawk was right. Chris had his uses and he would pay - they would all pay - but for now I just smiled and said, “It’s OK buddy. I get it. I do. As long as hey don’t hurt you I will do anything.” Fucking little shit hole! My clothes were brought in, I was uncuffed, unchained, and followed a big, masked guard back out through a maze of halls. We came to a locked door with a digital keypad and I tried to focus on the numbers he punched, but my mind would not cooperate. The morning air felt heavy, oppressive, the world had changed. My hand shook as I inserted the key into my car and was amazed I made it home without wrecking. I was wired, but had to focus. Roll call was in 2 hours. I quickly showered, downed some coffee, ate some toast even though I was not hungry, and poured about a half a bottle of Visine in my eyes. I got to my desk at 7:50, logged in, hunched over to try to make myself look small and punched in Hawk’s first request. He wanted me to pull the latest intel that the DEA had on one of his competitors - safe houses, likely meth lab locations, dealer names, everything. I hit PRINT, walked overly fast to the business center and hovered over the printer as page after page of DEA intel spit out. I was tapping my fingers on the edge of the printer like a drummer in a metal band. FUCK! Once the final page cleared the paper tray, I scooped them up, looked around, rolled them into a small tube and stuffed them in the back of my pants under my windbreaker. I hustled to my locker, avoiding a few of the chatty folks on the way, hid the papers inside a pile of dirty cloths at the bottom, slammed the door, and was the next to the last person in the briefing room for roll call. I was the first out the door once the briefing was over and went right back to my locker. I flung the door open and it banged. I eased it semi-closed and there taped to the top shelf was a small brown envelope stamped with an Aryan eagle symbol. I opened the tab and inside was a plastic bag stuffed with meth. Shit! Someone not only brought drugs in, they had the key to my locker. I stuffed the baggie in my pocket and went to the handicap restroom. I tried to figure out how to crush and snort the shards and realized I was not at all prepared for this shit. I thought about stomping on it then just said fuck it, licked my finger, and started jamming them up my ass. The first few hurt like hell, but I figured this was the best way to be rid of any evidence and I knew from the night before it would work. The last thing I needed was falling out in the middle of the DEA from crashing off a meth high. My mind and body were racing as I sat back at my desk. Fuck if I was going to pull this off I had to learn how to manage this shit. I was lost in thought, tapping my desk with a pen living in my drummer dream when one of my co-workers stopped, “You OK man? You look wired? Is everything alright?” I stammered, “Yeah, yeah, thanks, just a buddy of mine. He’s um going through a rough breakup, late night, WAY too much fucking coffee this morning.” In sympathy my co-worker raised his coffee cup in salute and kept on going. Jesus. Time for the hard part. I slipped my DEA windbreaker back on, grabbed the papers from my locker, and took the stairs down three floors to the basement to the Evidence Locker. You might think that in today’s world, evidence we collect is all locked up, catalogued, tracked, and safe and sound. The reality is that pretty much anyone in the building can fucking walk into the evidence room, that there are boxes of drugs, money, guns and other shit that have been set on a bunch of old shelves and forgotten about for years, and that our ‘catalogue’ system is still a manual process of forms, triplicate forms, and more forms, which are then stacked in a box and collected once every couple of weeks before they are mailed - yes mailed - off to a regional office where they get entered into a computer system. That creates a window and while once in a blue moon you would hear a rumor about something going missing, generally it was just misplaced. Yet, Hawk knew all this and more and my next task was very specific. I glanced down the hall and paused to listen over the thumping cadence of my heartbeat. I didn’t have to worry about cameras down here. Budget cuts and IT cluster fuck and all so none of them worked. Now that I was actually doing this I wondered why more shit didn’t go missing? Fuck. I hustled over to the counter where the box of intake forms was and fingered through the pile. I found the one Hawk had told me to get, ran around the corner to a shelf and started scanning for the evidence with the correlating number, no..no...no..no..there is - fuck someone is coming! I eased back into the aisle and quickly stuffed the slip in my pants pocket. Two of my fellow agents were laughing, chatting, and taking their sweet old time. One was dropping something off and mentioned, he would come back later after lunch to box the shit. I peeked around the shelf. Coast was clear. Back to the box. I opened the lid, reached inside and pulled out the plastic evidence bag. It contained several dozen bags of meth all stamped with the Aryan eagle symbol and a small caliber handgun. I unbuttoned my shirt, put the bag of evidence next to my chest, buttoned back up, zipped my coat and put the lid back on the box. I started to step away, then paused, looked at the label on the end of the box, stepped back, and using my fingernail teased the label corner up and SLOWLY peeled the label off. There. No ticket. No label. Just an empty box. Back upstairs I headed towards the back door and almost made it when Paulie grabbed my arm, “Where you going in such a rush man? Got that BIG BREAK? HA! You crack me up. Just like your old man. But seriously. Me and Patty are planning a barbecue on Sunday and….what... yeah sure, will email you the info. AND HEY - ASK YOUR MOM TO MAKE SOME OF THAT MACARONI SALAD OF HERS. YOU CAN’T COOK FOR SHIT BUT HER STUFF IS GOOD. SEE YOU SUNDAY!” Fuck. Luckily I had my shades on and Paulie was not the brightest crayon in the box so I got lucky. I knew now though luck would not get me through this. I had to get smarter, but right now I had to get to my place. I pulled into the space behind my building, took the back steps two at a time, tossed my shades onto the kitchen counter, locked the door, and slumped against the wall. Fuck Christ I did it. I actually did it. I stole from the DEA. “CONGRATULATIONS AGENT,” Hawk said as he filled the doorway between my kitchen and living room. He stepped in followed by two masked men both holding guns. “I SEE YOU DIDN’T GET YOURSELF SHOT OR CAUGHT. THAT’S ALWAYS A GOOD THING, BUT YOU DO NEED TO WORK ON YOUR NERVOUSNESS. IF ANYONE AT YOUR OFFICE WAS ACTUALLY COMPETENT THEY MIGHT HAVE NOTICED. NOW, I BELIEVE YOU HAVE SOMETHING FOR ME?” My mind raced - fuck he had people watching me at the office? He said he did but I figured that was bullshit. Guess better to learn it for sure now and not later. I unzipped my jacket, pulled out the roll of papers, unbuttoned my shirt and hefted out the evidence bag and set it on the counter. Hawk walked over, inspected the bag and smiled when I handed him the evidence form with the box label stuck to the back of it. Hawk opened the bag, dumped a baggy onto the counter, grabbed a spoon out of a drawer, crushed it up, then sorted it into lines. He pulled a bill out of his pocket, handed it to me and said, “SNORT UP AGENT. YOU WILL FIND THAT SNORTING IT PROVIDES A - SHALL WE SAY DIFFERENT RUSH - THAN STICKING IT UP YOUR ASS. GO ON NOW. MY TURN. AH FUCK YES THAT’S GOOD. VERY GOOD. THIS WAS A TEST BATCH OF A NEW STRAIN OF COOK FOR A SPECIAL CLIENT. I REALLY HATED TO SEE IT LOST BECAUSE SOME DUMB JUNKIE WAS TOO STUPID NOT TO GET CAUGHT. SO HARD TO FIND GOOD HELP THESE DAYS. NOW AGENT, IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO GET OUT OF THOSE CLOTHES. I NEED SOME MORE OF THAT ASS AND YOU NEED TO BE REMINDED OF YOUR ROLE - WHICH IS TO BE MY CUM DUMP - ME AND MY GUY’S THAT IS. THEY MISSED OUT ON THE FUN LAST NIGHT SO I TOLD THEM THEY COULD EACH FUCK YOU TODAY. THEY WILL HELP ME TEACH YOU WELL HOW TO SERVE YOUR ARYAN MASTERS AS WE FILL YOU WITH RAW DICK AND POZ CUM.” I gritted my teeth as Hawk’s dick punctured my rectum and a moan escaped my lips. Fucking drugs! I had to focus. He clearly liked knowing he was inflicting pain. Fine. I would let him think I was suffering as much as he wanted while I still figured out a way to kill the prick. Until then, it was time to take one of the pieces off the board. I just so happened to know a dumb junkie and having him removed from the equation would ease some of the pressure on me. The challenge now was how to get Chris arrested by the local police and locked up for more than a few days without the DEA becoming involved or without it being traced back to me. Hawk grunted as he deposited his cum in my ass and when he did, the seeds of a plan took root. STAY TUNED FOR PART 4 (*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!)

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 6) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** I slapped Davis hard to calm him down. “Shut up and stop squirming around” I told my mate to hand me the tooth brush and held it closely to Davis’ face. He watched hypnotized at the instrument, which should make him bleed and give all the others the comfort of raping him. It was an old and used brush. Another guest forgot it probably in the bath room, or just didn’t want to take the tooth brush with him anymore, since it looked quite shabby. I touched Davis face with the brush. It didn’t hurt him, but still he tried to avoid contact. I drew a line over his cheek and smiled at him. “What do you think? We will use this to rip your cunt open” “Will it hurt me very much?” he was obviously frightened. “I won’t lie to you… it is pretty painful, but this way we can enjoy your wet cunt much more later on, do you get it?” I asked him calmly. “It is necessary for you to get the full impact of our cum into your system” I explained to him. “Believe me, once we’ve finished with you, you will drool for every cock in town to give you another shot of charged up cum and with your looks you will be prime meat…. and we give you enough experience to know your future role as a faggot cum dump for dirty loads…..” I spoke to him soothingly. “So…. we will push you down now and I want you to relax your sphincter. We want to enjoy this moment, so don’t trash around or scream out loud…. you don’t want to make me angry again… do you? I asked him sternly. Davis looked around in panic. “Of course…. if you would use the tooth brush on yourself….” I thought out loudly. “You know your body best. If you put up a good show for us, we might not even fuck your hole” I continued my thinking talking more or less to me. I saw a gleam of hope in the boys’ eyes. “Are you nuts?” one of the guys complained. “I want to drench his cunt with my lethal injection” he laughed out loudly. I turned around and winked to my companions, then turned back to the lad again. “Believe me. If you use this tooth brush and fuck yourself with it for a while, we will shoot our loads without even touching you.” I smiled. “You must be good though. Just entering with the tip and then hoping for good is not enough. We will instruct you probably, while you are having fun with yourself, but I promise we won’t interact in any other way” “And you won’t rape me after all? You promise?” Davis asked cutely. “If all of us shoot a load within an hour into your mouth, you will be free to go….. I promise” I vowed. I held the tooth brush still in front of Davis’ eyes. His hand raised up slowly and with a promising wink he accepted the torture instrument. The guys moved closer to the bed stroking their cocks slowly. The video-cam was stationed on the tripod again. We pulled the tripod a bit to the side, so that the bed was in good view. One of the guys stood behind the cam to zoom in from time to time. Davis was still looking at us with fear in his eyes. He tried to sit up and while staring at us the brush vanished under his body eventually. “This way you won’t be successful in avoiding your rape and the time is ticking” someone advised him. “We could shackle his feet to the bedpost” a buddy suggested. “This way he would be on his back, with his legs spread widely and chained up to those posts.” “No! I don’t want to be tied up!” the youth exclaimed at once. “Listen…. just comply. I am a man to my word. Make love with this tooth brush and accept our loads in your mouth, then you won’t be harmed any further.” I tried to convince the lad. “Get on your back now…“ I continued. He looked me into my eyes and slowly moved into a horizontal position. “Get the handcuffs” I hissed. While we helped him to pull up his legs, we tied him up finally. We were able to see his ass crack slightly open for us. “Now try to find the hot spot – use your other hand to spread your ass cheeks. We need to see what’s going on in order to cum…. just trying to help you lad.” I encouraged him. Davis moved his left hand to get a good grip of one ass cheek. While he pulled it away, we could see his asshole finally. “Good boy…. now use the brush and slowly enter your hole with it…. Don’t pull back…. never pull back until I tell you…..” He sobbed silently while pushing the tip of the tooth brush into his body. He stopped suddenly. I promised him, we wouldn’t interfere but I saw the danger in him pulling out immediately. So I rested my hand calmly on his hand and told him in a comforting voice not to pull out now, but to keep the pressure and push deeper into his cunt. He nodded understandingly and while he pushed the brush deeper into his asshole, I withdrew my helping hand and continued stroking my hard dick. All the guys were slowly jacking off, while they heard the youth whimper and watched him cooperate to our advices. “This is so fucking beautiful” I whispered. “Good job boy, just a little bit deeper… stop now” I ordered him. “How do you feel?” I asked the heavy breathing lad. “I’m scared…” Davis lamented. “No need to baby…. now listen to me…… look onto my eyes cutie… look at me…. Keep the eye contact… now…. *moaned* Yank the tooth brush out of your fuck hole you son of a bitch…. yank it out!” I shouted out loud. Davis pulled the tooth brush out of his arse in one fast motion and immediately started screaming on top of his lungs. “Aiieeeeeee… AAAIIIIEEEEEE … *sobbed*” Two guys covered the youth’s mouth to mute his alarming sounds. Davis trashed around, but since he was not able to move his legs, he had no choice but to scream about the horrible pain he just endured. He dropped the tooth brush next to his ass but I picked it up for him. Two other pals on both sides used the situation already and grabbed both hands of the cub and made him stroke their dicks, which he actually did. That was so hot. In the moment of his biggest pain he still functioned as the goddamn faggot he was. I let the guys fool around a bit, but after the first wave of pain faded away, I handed Davis the tooth brush back and praised the lads guts, to fuck himself with this device. “That was a great beginning, but if you want us to cum into your mouth, you better continue to fuck yourself with this!” I exclaimed. I helped Davis, who didn’t seem to be so brave anymore, and led his hand back to his hole. We wanted to see blood sipping out of his ass cunt profusely. The pub tried to find some sympathy in our eyes. That was the only thing he could see – the slits in our masks revealed how much we enjoyed this despair and pain. “Push now!” I demanded and with a cry of help he entered his tiny hole a second time, knowing it wouldn’t be the last…

@CHIredheadYou reallly should go. Whenever I'm in town (and it always seems to coincide with a CumUnion), I have a blast. Taking and giving loads all night. I agree with @PozUrbana, it does get wilder later. I always end up with an ass overflowing with cum and balls that are completely empty! <oink>

Why can't it be both? I love having a dom bull top blast a ton of nut deep in my boi cunt. Then, as he's catching his breath, turn around and tease more cum out of his cock with my mouth and tongue until he builds up another load and have him jizz diwn my throat as his hands is wrapped around the back of my head, his pubes tickling my nose, and balls slapping my chin. Sometimes, if I'm feeling particularly nasty, I'll continue to tease his cock by sucking on the head. As his body is twisting and bucking from overstimulation, I'll squeeze his balls or grab the base of his cock with one hand to keep him hard as I sitck a finger in his hole and press on his p-spot. This trick usually keeps him hard enough to get aroused again so that he can fuck my hole once again.

UPDATE: With the new software I've added a "Member Map" for Cumdumps. In the navbar it's under "Other". Just add yourself on the map. It'll be a stop gap until I get Cumdump.Network up and running. I'll keep it up if it's popular and doesn't cost too much in mapping queries. ————— For a while now you guys have been discussing the idea of a cumdump network - basically guys in different locations that will take any load on call, no questions asked. Let's stop the talking and turn it into a reality... If you want to be a cumdump in the cumdump network post a message here with the following info: Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Times you're generally not available: Age: Height: Weight: Ethnicity: It would help a lot if you attach a picture, but that's optional. If you don't want to give your cell number, you should get a throwaway cell or a Google Voice Number for the purposes of scheduling hookups. Before posting numbers we'll send a text to verify that the person behind that number wants to be part of the cumdump network. For location - a major intersection near you is best. Otherwise your zip code or the zip code near you. Outside the US, give the equivalent level of detail. Basically I need enough information to drop a pin in Google Maps near your location without all the pins for you and other cumdumps near you being at the center of your town. I'll create a Google Map which I'll post on CumdumpNetwork.com Do not respond to this thread except to give the information above. All discussion should go in the original thread. Tops, if you have problems with any of the cumdumps on the list, please let us know and we'll delist them if we feel it's warranted. Remember - the cumdumps should not be asking many questions - they should take your load without hesitation. That said, if a cumdump had an unpleasant time with you, they're allowed to say 'no' to future hookups.

I live in Las Vegas and for a town called Sin City, it can really be hit or miss if you're a bottom. But I'll never forget the time that I was essentially raped at Entourage, one of the two remaining bathhouses here in town. I'd been out with a couple of friends and we'd gone to Badlands, a somewhat old style saloon in the same commercial center where Entourage is located. I was feeling buzzed and was in no condition to drive home so as we said our goodbyes, my buddies went their way and I walked over to Entourage. As it was roughly 2:00 AM on a Friday night, all the rooms were taken up and I had to settle for a locker. I figured I'd just wait til a room was available and get some sleep then. In the meantime, I figured I'd check out the action. I undressed and walked around with the towel over one shoulder, which, for the most part, covered my cock, but which left my ass visible. The hallways and TV room were nearly empty and, as I made my way around, I could see that most doors were closed. I silently regretted those last two Jack and cokes I'd had because they were beginning to hit me and all I wanted was to lay down somewhere quiet and get some rest. That's when I saw Him walking towards me: good looking, muscular, 20 something year old dark haired stud with a USMC tattoo on his right pec and a beer can thick cock hanging between his legs. He walked past me without acknowledgement, but as I turned to look over my shoulder, I caught him doing the same, apparently staring at my ass. For the next few minutes, as I looked for a place to lay down, I would occasionally see him in my peripheral vision, stalking me as if I were his prey. I finally made my slightly disoriented way into the empty dark room and lay face down on a waist high platform, ready to get some shut eye and oblivious to the fact that the stud had followed behind me and was standing a mere few feet from me, fisting his thick cock and making plans for my hole. As I lay there on the verge of sleep, I suddenly felt him straddle my ass, spread my cheeks with both hands, and what felt like a baseball bat pressing against my asshole, trying to stretch it against its obvious resistance. The shock and pain woke me the fuck up and in a drunken slur I said "Please don't, you're really big." Without saying a word he backed off and I could hear him pop open some lube and begin to jack his cock. I naively thought that that was the end of it when he suddenly lay his full weight on my back, clamped one hand around my mouth, and used his other hand to maneuver his now slick cock between my cheeks and started using that big mushroom head as a battering ram. The slippery lube and his insistence gradually spread my hole and with an almost audible pop, his cock head forced its way through my sphincter and I heard him groan savagely as I lay there and saw stars from the pain of the sudden invasion. I tried getting up from under him but he used his body weight to hold me down and as he shoved the remaining length of his hole wrecker in me, he hissed into my ear, "I'm fucking balls deep in you now, just fucking take it." I felt helpless as I lay there and felt him bucking his hips and sliding his thick fucker in and out of me, feeling his huge cock head drag and push my insides as he shoved in and out of my guts. In the back of my mind, I was worried and scared because I knew I was essentially getting raped by a big dicked stud who hadn't even contemplated putting a condom on before spearing my guts with his huge cock. But in the forefront, I was beginning to really enjoy the fuck as I he would slam balls deep and ram directly onto my prostate. I couldn't help it and I started moaning uncontrollably against his hand on every down stroke. He soon noticed and that seemed to turn him on. He started getting more vocal, whispering encouragements into my ear, "That's right, fuck yeah, I knew you'd love my cock.....yeah, take my fucking cock all in you..... Yeah, your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum..... Yeah, I'm gonna fill you up with my load." The rhythm of the cock pistoning in and out of my ass began to become more frantic, even as I recognized a complete stranger was about to shoot his cum into my unprotected hole. His breathing became more ragged as he suddenly pushed himself as deep into me as he could and froze in place as I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing balls deep in me as he flooded my guts with his cum and groaned, "Fuck yeah, knocking your ass up with my seed! Yeah, take it all bitch, take my babies in you, fucking take my load!" My hole spasmed around his cock, responding to the stimulus as he lay on top of me, his heart beating like a jack rabbit and his cock still throbbing with the last jets of his orgasm. He pulled his cock out of me and I felt empty as the cool air hit my now puffed up ass lips. He smacked my left ass cheek and said, "Keep my cum in you and let it do its job, cumdump." With that advice he got off of me and walked back into the darkness. I lay there confused and conflicted as my military rapist's cum slowly trickled out of my hole and ran down my balls to join the load I'd unexpectedly shot as he took my ass and made it his cumdump.

It was my first time going to this party. While it wasn't advertised as a bareback party, I assumed some of the guys would fuck raw. Arriving at the front door, my stomach lurched with anticipation as I rang the door bell, honestly not sure if I really wanted to go through with this, however at that second the door opened and a hot boy of 6' maybe 160 pounds was standing in the doorway, his hard cock stuffed into a pair of tight undies. "Hi, there," he said as he gave me a quick kiss. I responded by groping him. I get undressed in the main room, I feel all these eyes on my 28 year old, 5' 9" 160 pound body. My cock immediately sprang to attention. Grabbing my poppers, I stepped into the main room, my 6 1/2 inch CEO leading the way. It was somewhat dark, still I could hear moans and grunts, as well as the sounds of cocks being sucked down a throat or two, but it I didn't get the impression anyone was fucking. A bit disappointed I stood in the midst of the attendees, as I stroked myself, watching the show. Directly in front of me was a big daddy who was facing a kneeling boy who was busy sucking daddy's cock. Daddy looked over, took my cock into his paw, and stroked me. Moving a bit closer to Daddy, I was not unhappy when Daddy pulled his boy off his cock and shoves his mouth down on me. The cocksucker's mouth was hot, wet and warm and man, he was an expert at deep-throating! Taking a hit of poppers, I felt Daddy come up behind me as he slid his big rigid cock against my crack. At this point the cocksucker's efforts felt real good, especially since a cock was probing my crack. Taking another big hit off my poppers, I felt Daddy's cock head rubbing my hole, trying to punch through. Daddy spat on his cock and tried again as the cocksucker reached between my legs and guided Daddy's big cock to my hole. Daddy's cockhead felt extra slick, which made me wonder of the cocksucker had added some of his spit (or precum) to make Daddy's entrance less difficult. Again I hit my poppers, and as I did so, Daddy's cock slid into my hole. Fuck, it felt so good. Reaching back, I gave his cock a feel, confirming Daddy was fucking me bare. I could knew he was deep into my body. Part of me wanted to panic and I likely made some move to slid off of Daddy, but the cocksucker wedged me into position so I couldn't extract myself. Daddy meanwhile whispered "Man, your ass feels amazing. My cock loves you," as he also encouraged me to take a few more hits of poppers. At this point I was super hard from the guy sucking me and getting really wet and loose from the cock sliding up my ass. While I was somewhat conflicted, but pleasure won out as the Daddy fucking me was really hitting my prostate and I almost came down the throat of the guy blowing me. Nevertheless I managed to hold off until I heard Daddy moan. Quite involuntarily my hole tightened which caused Daddy to again moan as he pulled my body in tight as his cock throbbed in my ass. I (and my ass) felt warm and fulfilled. This was something I had never done, I had never had a raw cock up my hole, nor had I ever actually been loaded. Immediately I recognized what I had been missing all these years. No sooner had Daddy withdrawn when the guy who had been sucking my cock took Daddy's place, sliding in without missing a beat. I remember thinking 'For a cocksucker this guy sure knows how to top', and after scarcely six strokes I felt his load join the Daddy's load. Yeah, the cocksucker had shot a huge load up my ass, so much that when he withdrew his cock was covered in slime and cum and ass juices were oozing down my thigh. Shaken a bit, and definitely high from the poppers, I slowly walked out of the room looking to grab a quick smoke, even as I noticed the atmosphere of the party was picking up. Noticing there wasn't a condom in sight, I commented as much to the houseboy. Laughing, he explained "The regular party was earlier this evening. It turned into a raw party around 11:00." It occurred to me his explanation made some sense, as earlier in the evening no one had been fucking, whereas, as best I could figure, I had been fucked by Daddy precisely at 11:00. As I thought about the houseboy's explanation when I felt fingers exploring my hole. It was the houseboy, sporting a big grin as he felt the loads up my ass. His eight incher was brushing against my thigh as he whispered "Your ass is wet and hot. Let me add my load." At this point I figured I was in for a penny, so I might as well go in for a pound, so I gestured towards the party room and moved in that direction. The houseboy's finger slid out of my hole but he made a show of licking it. My cock got even harder. As I walked in the room the mood had changed and guys were fucking and sucking like no tomorrow. Hearing a groan, I turned my head to see a guy's ass tremble as he unloaded in a hot Latin guy. I also heard the top whisper "Enjoy that dirty load," as he withdrew, stepping aside as another man took his place. All I could think was "I'm glad that isn't me." My senses were brought back to reality when I felt the houseboy come up behind me as he slid the head of his cock into my hole. Sliding back, I relished the sensation of his large balls on my ass. At that point he proceeded to ram me. His balls slapped my ass and I couldn't hold back and rammed back on his cock and tighten my hole. I guess I liked the loads squirting around and knowing I was getting this guy off. I feel his cock get harder and he groaned as he filled me up with his load. As he pulled out he said "I forgot to mention. This is also a pozzing party." With that he slapped my ass and walked out. With this realization I freaked but was harder than ever. I look over and that Latin guy was getting creamed again. Once the guy finished I walked over, scooped some of the cum from my ass, lubed my cock and rammed it in the guy. His hole was sloppy and wet. I just went for it and kept fucking. It didn't take me long and I just let loose with a huge load. I pulled out and saw my cock was covered in cum. After cleaning up my cock I went to my hole. Worried, I saw it was leaking pink cum. While freaked, I quickly accepted the reality of what I wanted, indeed what I was meant for. Three months later I tested poz. Since then I have been going to this party every weekend.

1. Aiden I first saw Jay on a Friday night, early October. I was out at a club, standing by the side of the dance floor, watching the endless parade of bright young things. Tonight, it seemed a little more college boys, a little less desperate twenty-something actors. I didn't really care that much about the crowd. It was a mixed night, and I was already too busy defending myself against horny drunk girls, much less trying to separate the gay boys from the straight men. But first, I should probably back up and introduce myself. I'm Aiden. I'm fifty years old, and I've been in that other industry since I was twenty. We never call it anything other than "The Industry," if we even call it anything at all. Activists might call it "sex work" in an effort to give it legitimacy or make it seem more glamorous than it really is. But there is nothing glamorous about the life of a boy selling his body. In order to survive, you must become someone not quite human. You must become a creature who just enacts the core human emotions like empathy, love, and care. You can't survive with real emotions. I was one of the lucky ones. I grew up and graduated. I'm no longer one of the boys. I'm a pimp, and now I get to own the boys. It's not an accident that we call it owning; it's about as close to slavery as it gets these days. It sounds cruel, but I believe it is better this way. It's easier on the boys in the long run if they understand that they are possessions, things to be bought and sold, passed around and shared. The entire process is easier for a bottom, of course. They already understand that they are just vessels for another man's pleasure. Yeah, I said man there. It's a straight boy's fantasy to be paid by women for sex. It. Does. Not. Happen. For men, the Industry is only about man on man, and the sooner a so-called straight boy figures that out, the better for him. In the Industry, we call that process "breaking a boy." The best of us pimps can do it in our sleep. Once you get the hang of it, it's easy, and for me, it came naturally. Of course, it's never easy for the boy. It is always a struggle for a boy to accept his position in the Industry. Back to the night at hand. I had a vodka and cranberry in my hand; I had been nursing it slowly enough that the ice had melted, leaving it weak and watery. I was waiting for the boys to start to approach me. It might take a second or third drink, but they always did. They might claim to be straight, but it didn't matter. Straight boys don't approach fifty year old men in a club. Only gay boys do, and those are only the ones with serious daddy issues. Jay approached me right as I was thinking about ditching my drink and getting another one. The first thing I noticed was his glasses. It was unusual to see a guy out at the club with glasses, much less the striking blue frames he had on. The second thing I noticed was that he was holding a drink. I wondered how he had gotten the drink; he barely looked old enough to fuck, much less to be able to get a drink. No doubt he had a fake ID. Before I got him naked, I'd have to see his real ID. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I replied. I smiled, letting him see my teeth. "Having a good night?" "Yeah," he said. "First time here. It's great." "Cool. I'm Aiden," I said. "Jay," he replied. He held out his hand, and I shook it. His skin was soft and warm. He had an easy life and hadn't gained the rough skin and calluses of manual labor. "You here alone? Or are you with friends?" "I was here with friends. But I seem to have lost them." He looked around again, in a feeble effort to find them amidst the crowd. "I was talking to a girl, and I guess they moved on." I tried not to laugh. He may have been talking to a girl, but that wasn't what he really needed. "Cool. What happened to her? She still around?" "Somewhere," he said, looking around the club again. He focused on the dance floor, and pointed someone out. "There she is. The Asian chick." I followed his finger the best I could. There was a cute Asian girl; dressed in a way that screamed money. I looked Jay over again. She wasn't completely out of his league. At about 6'1", he was a few inches taller than me and his tight graphic t-shirt showed off his muscular body well. But, even from the few words we had exchanged, I could tell he was still young, naive and unfamiliar with talking to girls. "She's cute," I said. "You like Asian girls?" "I dunno," he said. "It all depends on the girl." "What do you like?" "Oh. You know. A little shorter than me. Not too big. Not really a breast man." Or, I thought, he likes his girls boyish. It was already clear that he liked his men to be daddies. "I need another drink," I said. "You want one?" "Yeah, that would be great." "This way," I said. He followed me to the bar. "How long have you been in LA?" I asked as we got in line. "A little over a month," he said. "I'm a freshman at USC." I wasn't surprised. He had the good looks of someone who had spent his entire life never worrying about money. He anticipated my next question. "I grew up outside of Denver." He also had the rugged build of someone for whom the outdoors was easy to get to. "What about you?" "Been here for too long," I said. "Moved here when I was eighteen. Grew up in rural Missouri." I didn't want to give too many details. It was my job to know everything about his life; it was just as important that I remain an enigma to Jay. "What do you do?" "I work in the industry." He didn't need to know which industry it was; I knew he would assume it was the entertainment industry. That was not too far from the truth. "Oh cool. I want to be a producer." "A lot of my good friends do that." Despite changes in social mores, Hollywood was still surprisingly old-fashioned. At least once a week, a producer would call me needing a "new friend" for some celebrity needing some play time without the tabloids finding out. Or they wanted something more reliable than what they could find themselves. The line was moving quicker than I expected. It wasn't long before we were nearly there. "What are you drinking?" I asked. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?" "Well. My ID says I am. And it's a vodka and soda." "Good answer," I said. "For both." I'd really have to see his ID before anything happened. I didn't worry about alcohol. No one would prosecute for just giving an under-age kid a drink. But sex, well, that was a totally different story. "Two Grey Goose and soda." "Nice," Jay said. "Been drinking well tonight." This was almost like shooting fish in a barrel. I would show him a little bit of the good life, and get him used to it. "I'm here on a scholarship," he continued. He had pulled it off well. But then I looked him over again. The subtle flaws that I had missed when I had first examined him were obvious now that I knew to look for them. The shirt, although fashionable, had the awkward drape I associated with a knock-off. His glasses were the same: the color wasn't perfect, and there were some hard edges to the design that I associated with a cheap chain store. Call it Lenscrafters chic. The barrel just got smaller, and the fish bigger. It would be easier than I expected. I handed him his drink. "Cheers," I said. He didn't flinch from my gaze as we clinked glasses. "To success," I said, not specifying what success constituted. I was already running through a list of old friends of mine who would want to have first crack at the young man's ass. "Success," he replied. He was smiling; I wondered what success meant for him tonight. In the end, it didn't really matter what he wanted. So much of what I was going to do with him was going to be about teaching him what he wanted. Yeah, there would always be that initial spark of desire from him; he had shown it in spades. But there was a lot I was going to get to teach him, and in turn, mold it into a core part of not just his sexuality, but also his own identity. We took a sip of our drink, and scanned the crowd. It was a busy night, and on the dance floor, beautiful members of both sexes were out having a good time. As the night wore on, more of the boys were shirtless. Not only that, more of them no longer cared who they were grinding against. It could have been a girl, it could have been a boy. "Fun night," Jay continued. I nodded in agreement. My pocket buzzed. The vibration was just enough to set off my dick. I had been keeping my thoughts high and abstract. But the sudden stimulation jerked me back to the present, and I wondered what his green eyes would look like, staring up at me as his lips were wrapped around my cock. "One second," I said, and pulled out my phone. "Crystal ParTy tonight," it began. It was from my friend ****, who was just as his messages. "One am. Intercontinental, Rm 1902. Bring yourself. Bring a good boy. Bring a friend." "Looking forward. I've got both." I texted back. "$ounds good. eVeryThing covered here." My dick throbbed again. Jay was going to get quite the introduction tonight. I turned to the young man, even if it meant looking up at him. "Friend is having a party. Wanna come with me?" "Where?" he asked, but even in the dim light, his pupils dilated enough to be noticed. "Downtown. I'll get us an Uber." "Awesome," he said. He moved a little closer to me and his lips pursed slightly at the end, like he was waiting for a kiss. Unfortunately, the moment passed. I knew what I needed to do. "Follow me," I said, drinking down the rest of my drink quickly. He followed, gulping down the stiff drink. If I had timed it right, we'd be in the car when the alcohol hit him. "First, text your friends where you're going. Party at the intercontinental hotel." I pulled out the phone again, and held it in front of us. "Quick selfie. My friend wants to see you." I'd also use it to run a fast auction of first breeding rights. The first one turned out perfect, and then Jay wanted one as well. He took a few before the deciding on the best one. "Memories of a fun night," he said. "Hopefully, it is just beginning, I said. "You should send it to your friend as well, so they know I'm not a psycho creeper." I could see him blush, but again, he also moved closer to me. He quickly texted someone. I was close enough I could read the text. "New friend I met. Invited me to a party downtown. See you tomorrow." "Thanks," Jay said, as he hit send. "For thinking of me. I wouldn't have even thought about it." I wondered what his friends would think of the picture. A young man and a much older man. My beard, although still thick, was more silver than brown now, and the wrinkles on my face were becoming more prominent. But perhaps they had already figured out what Jay was just discovering. "It's fine," I said. I didn't tell him how this was an important part of the process. He needed to trust me, to think that I put him first and looked out for his best interests. But I only looked out for my interests. "It's fun to party and meet new people. But remember, not everyone is on the up and up. Not everyone has your best interests at heart." Just like me, I thought. I didn't have to worry about his friends knowing I had taken him somewhere. By the time things got really dangerous, he'd be begging me for it. The best times, they begged me to drug them, to breed them, to infect them. "One second," I said, as I sent a quick text attached to the picture of the two of us. "Fresh meat. Tonight only. Bidding starts at two." I sent it to three of my old friends, Rod, Steven, and Alex. Each of them had a fondness for younger boys, and each of them absolutely loved the idea of deflowering a freshly-minted man. "200," Rod texted back. A few seconds later, Steven replied. "250." "Wanna head out?" I asked Jay. "We can get a cab there." "Sure," he said. I walked towards the exit. I made it a point not to turn around for the first few steps. I knew he would follow me, and he did. He kept close enough to me that I could feel his body heat. I turned around at the steps down off the dance floor. "Need some help," I asked and offered him my hand. He nodded, and I helped him down on to the sticky concrete floor. I thought I detected just the hint of a stagger; the alcohol was just beginning to hit. Hopefully the full rush wouldn't be far off. I had taken the side exit, right by the exit no one knew about. It was just a few steps before we were out in the warm night. "I'll get a uber," I said, and pulled out my phone again. I called for a car, then check the many messages I had received. The bidding was going nicely. "300," then "350", and then "400", quickly followed by "500." In just a few messages, it jumped to 750, and it now was at 90. That one had come in just a few minutes ago. As I unlocked the phone a new message came in. It was from Rod. "1300, with pozzing privileges." There were two things Rod loved more than anything. The first was deflowering young men. The second was infecting them with HIV. "Pozzing is on the table? 1500." Steven also loved spreading his virus. "Hell yeah. 1750," Alex sent me. Alex also enjoyed sharing his virus. My old friends were twisted, nasty men. "2000," Steven replied. "2500," Rod answered back. Jay was going to make me a lot of money, and it wasn't even his first official day on the job. "I'm out," Alex texted the four of us. "Me too. Rod's a lucky pervert," Steven wrote back. "You win," I texted Rod. "I'll swing by and pick you up." "Sounds good to me." I checked the app. The car was still about five minutes away. "Five minutes," I said to Jay. We had stepped out onto a side street and it was dark and quiet. Despite being right in the middle of the busy section, we felt quite alone. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys and wallet. From my wallet, I extracted a small bag of white powder. "You ever had a skiing trip?" I asked, indicating the bag. "Skiing?" Jay replied, his face showing his confusion. "You know. Cocaine. Coke." I put the wallet away, and used the key to my front door to scoop up a little mound of the white powder. I snorted it quickly. "Fuck, that feels good." I rubbed my nose quickly. "You want to try?" "I...I...I dunno. Never done it before." He hesitated, but kept on watching me. He was interested, I could tell. "I mean. What's it like?" "You smoked pot?" He nodded. "Anything else?" I asked. "Yeah, molly sometimes." "That's good. It's like molly. Only you're stronger. You're fearless." "I just," he started, but never completed the thought. "Just one hit," I said. "See if you like it. Don't worry. You won't get addicted from one little bump." "You sure?" he asked. I nodded. I also stuck the key back in the bag and pulled out another bump. It was smaller than the one I had done, but for a beginner, it was still plenty large enough. "I mean, I can just..." "Try it?" I said, finishing his sentence. He nodded. "Yeah. You should." I held out the key with its white payload. "Just snort it up." Jay leaned in, pushed a finger against one nostril, and snorted. He snorted a bit longer than necessary. "Damn," he said, right after. "That burns." He trailed off just as an uncontrollable smile of bliss emerged on his face. "But, fuck." He trailed off again, lost in his little private world of pleasure as the cocaine got absorbed by his blood, and delivered to his brain. "It's nice. Just relax. Cab is almost here. If you want, you can do another bump when we're on our way." "Yeah," Jay said. "That's a good idea. This is nice." Another euphoric moan of contentment. "Thanks. Really nice." "Enjoy it," I said. I pulled out my phone. "The boy need any vitamin G?" Rod had texted me. "Why the fuck not?" I wrote back quickly. I turned my attention back to Jay. "A friend of mine wants to join us. Gonna swing by his place, if that's cool." "Oh, yeah, that's cool." Jay was still spinning a bit from the cocaine. My dick twitched, watching Jay ride the first waves of the high. The ease of convincing him to use cocaine meant that all the next steps would be easy. It would not be long before Rod's thick, infected dick was deep inside of him, dripping toxic pre-cum. A white Prius pulled up. I checked the plates; not that I needed to, it was the epitome of Uber-ness. "Here's our ride," I said. I opened the door for Jay. He got in, but I still had to help him. I crawled in after him, as he scooted over to the far side. "9255 Doheny. The tall one." Rod was only about fifteen minutes away. "Good night?" I asked, as we pulled away and into the warm California night. "Yeah," he said. "Pretty busy." I pulled out the baggie, and Jay scooted a bit closer to me. "You mind?" I asked. "Nah. Have fun." "You want?" I asked. "Damn, I wish. I but I gotta drive." I scooped out a big mound. Jay's naiveté was once more working in my favor. He had no idea about doses, much less what his dose should be. The mound was big, perhaps a little bigger than even I would want to start with. It would be just right for Jay. "For you," I said. "Fuck," Jay said, eyeing the mound. He knew it was larger than his last bump, but he had no measure for how it would affect him. "Yeah," he grunted as he leaned in and snorted the mound. "OH. FUCK," he said out, filling the interior of the small cars with his grunts of pleasure. "Newbie?" the driver asked. "Yeah," I said. I scraped another bump, not quite as big as Jay's, and did it. I took a look at Jay; his eyes were wide, and I knew he was flying. I was just nicely buzzed; I would wait for the party before I got properly high. Besides, Rod had promised a bit of G, and I had to be the responsible adult, taking care of Jay. "Doing ok there, Jay?" I asked him. "Oh yeah," he said. "Feels so good," he said. I smiled, and put my hand on his thigh. He was fidgeting a bit, and I held his leg in place. "Just relax. Enjoy it. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's good." "I know," Jay said. His leg stopped shaking, but I could feel the tension still in his body. "It's just hard," he started. "To let go?" I asked, anticipating his next words. "Yeah," he said. I just nodded in agreement. My own bump was kicking in, and I was floating on waves of pleasure. I wanted to see Jay naked. I wanted to see cock sliding into his hole. I wanted to see him bred. But all that needed to wait. It just needed to wait a few agonizing minutes. The traffic was surprisingly light and we were doing good time towards Rod's place. It gave me an excuse; I pulled out my phone and called him. "Yeah. Almost there. Less than 5 away. We'll be downstairs," I said. "I've got the Vitamin G. Mixed it in some Gatorade," Rod said. That was what Jay couldn't hear. "Yeah, bring that. We need something to drink," I said. That was the part that Jay could hear. "See you soon." "That your friend?" Jay asked. "What's he like? What's his name again?" "Rod. Rod Eisenman," I said. I flicked through my phone, trying to find a picture of Rod suitable to show the young man. Most of them were him fucking some hot young boy's mouth or ass. "He's cool. I think you'll like him." I finally found one, him shirtless at some street fair, a pair of thin black suspenders holding up his pants. Whether it was intentional or not, I noticed the top button of his pants was undone. "He looks like a cool dad. The one you can't quite believe is actually a dad." "Yeah, that's a good way to describe him." We were pulling up to Rod's place. "Just pull in under the awning." There was no one else, so I figured we would wait. I rolled down the window to see out better. It was less than a minute before Rod walked out of the front door, a small backpack slung over his shoulder. In addition to the G-laced Gatorade, it would have some lube, a cockring or two, plus a pipe and a stash of tina. Rod was prepared for everything, except for safer sex. He walked around, and got in on Jay's side of the car. Jay got the middle seat. "Hi," Rod said. "I'm Rod. You must be Jay." Rod put the backpack on the floor in front of him. "Yeah, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you." "Good to meet you too. Aiden's been telling me a bit about you." "All set?" I asked Rod and Jay. They both nodded. "W hotel. On the boulevard," I told the driver. "Right on," he said. Rod reached down into the bag, and pulled out a bottle of Gatorade. "Ready for your Vitamin G?" "I'm definitely ready," I said. "And I'm sure Jay will want some. How much is in there?" "I put in three doses." "Perfect," I said. I reached over Jay, and took the bottle of Gatorade from Rod. I opened it and began to drink the sweet liquid. I could just barely taste the bitterness of the GHB. "Vitamin G? Doses?" Jay asked. The alcohol was wearing off, but the cocaine was still making his head spin. "What's that." "Oh," Rod said. "Just some G in the Gatorade. You done it before?" Jay shook his head no. It was one more new thing for Jay to explore this weekend. "You'll love it. Makes you feel warm and happy. Takes the edge off of the cocaine." I drank about a third of the bottle and then I passed it back to Rod. He quickly drank his third, before handing it to Jay. "Your turn. Just drink up," Rod said. The young man hesitated for a moment. Like I had earlier, Rod put his hand on Jay's leg. "Come on. We are all in this together. We'll look out for you." It was as much the tone as the content of Rod's words that got Jay to put the bottle back to his lips and gulp down. "Nice," Rod said. I noticed he hadn't taken his hand off of Jay's thigh. I didn't mind. Rod was paying over two thousand dollars for the pleasure of deflowering Jay. It was bad service to deny him the implicit pleasures of holding the boy's hand. Besides, as soon as Jay was done with the bottle he put his hand on top of Rod's. "How are you feeling?" Rod asked Jay. There was a kindness in his voice, one that I recognized well. It was the tone he used when he was trying to convince a boy to do things. Things like have bareback sex with him or to blast his seed into the boy's body. "Good," Jay said. "Really good." "That's what we want to hear," Rod said. "How do you know Aiden?" he asked, making small chat as the car took us to the night's next destination. "Just tonight," Jay said. "But he's been really awesome." "Of course. He's a cool guy. You're lucky to have met him." Jay's hand was still on top of Rod's. "How old are you?" Rod asked. "18," Jay said. "I'm a freshman." "How has the adjustment been?" Rod asked. "Good?" "Yeah. Still trying to meet people." "Aiden's a good one for meeting people. He'll introduce you to a lot of new friends." I smiled. "Friends" was our code for clients. Rod was a "new friend" for Jay. "I know. He's already introduced me to you." "You feeling it yet? The G?" Rod asked. "I think so," Jay said. "How are you feeling?" "Warm," Jay started. We rounded a corner fast than I expected, and not being belted in, Jay was pushed up against Rod. "Horny," I heard him whisper. Rod smiled. Jay leaned in, and their lips met. It was a short kiss, but it was a kiss. It wasn't an accident or the bumpy road. It was a real kiss, two men pressing their lips against each other. But it wasn't a long kiss. As soon as Jay realized what he had started, he pulled back. "Oh god, I'm sorry," he said.

I met this beautiful 20-something Adonis at a bar Tuesday night. After telling him how beautiful he was, I asked if he wanted to cum over my place where we could get more intimate. “Yes,” his eyes sparkled with unmitigated lust. He followed me 3 car-lengths behind. No sooner were we in the apartment, than I cornered him against a wall, kissing him deeply, and grinding my hips into his crotch. I licked and bit and caressed his warm lips, felt the fullness of his cock growing against mine, sensed his youthful unsullied beauty blindly crying for defilement. Yes, I promised. It would be accomplished. I guided him to the bedroom, fumbling with his shirt as we went. I sat him down on the bed and continued to undress him, licking his tits and belly, slipped off his shoes and socks and jeans. Quickly, before he could dissent, his briefs came off, too. The sweaty, spermy scent of uninfected manhood wafted to my nostrils. I buried my face in his delectable crotch, mouthing his balls and inhaling his delicious masculine aroma. I licked relentlessly, eliciting louder and louder moans from his throat. I knew I was going to bareback him, even if he didn't, yet. I buried my face in his balls, then beneath them, inching further and further down, teasing my tongue into the lush crevice between his buns. "What are you doing?" he gasped! Young guys often have no idea of the power of rimming. I knew that he was on the verge of such sexual ecstasy that he would be unable to resist as I pumped hot poz jizz deep into his youthful gut. I pulled out all the stops, and thrust my tongue deep into his succulent hole, regarding it as a precious delicacy to be savored until all the flavor had been extracted. He moaned and thrust his ass into the air with abandon. I knew it was time. "I don't use condoms," I announced, as he ground his hips into my face. He went limp for a moment, contemplating the risks and rewards. When he moaned again, I knew I had his assent. I lubed up quickly and mounted him, raising his legs to my shoulders, a diseased ribbon of precum pointing the way to his prized, neg hole. Gently I entered him, thrusting in and out, each time penetrating him deeper, till at last my pubic hair brushed his ass cheeks. As I looked in his eyes, I suspected this was his first bareback fuck, and that my poz load would likely impregnate him. I fucked slowly and passionately, the way men are meant to ride boys, raw and deep, then faster and faster, plunging harder and vigorously, getting closer and closer to exploding my poison jizz deep within this beautiful man’s gut. My cock plugged him relentlessly, prepared to fertilize his virgin cunt with a potent load of poison man-sperm. I started to cum. I plugged his succulent ass so heartily that the bed squawked in protest. The boy’s head slammed against the headboard, but he was oblivious. He had a heated, vigorous stallion inside him, and all he wanted was cock. My raw jizz exploded, impregnating the innermost recesses of his gut, infiltrating his bloodstream, melding into every vital organ. I rammed him again and again, making sure he got every drop of poison I had to offer. His tight, puckered asshole devoured it greedily, not wasting a drop, wanting more and more. So I dry-fucked him twice more—each time his lacerated mancunt more receptive to my virus-laden spunk.

Just hypothetical because I am intersted in the thoughts from anyone on this subject. We had a discussion on the chat that I would like 2 follow up on here. Just reply with your own thoughts on the subject. The case is: you are a sub and agree to serve a Dom. you go out to a club and your Dom orders you to fuck some guy. 1 would you comply? and why yes or no 2 does complying make you a Dom at that moment or just a good sub that knows how to follow orders. My answers would be: 1: Yes I would. not because i like 2 fuck since i never do, I just do not like it but if instructed to do so i would follow the order and do it 2: In my opinion it would make me just a good sub that knows how 2 follow the order given. That the whole point of D/s play/relationship. One has power over the other

1. Seth "The invitation said there was a carefully selected group of '...positively-minded hot men.'" I had read the story every day since I had found it on Breeding Zone. It was the summer I turned sixteen. I had jerked off to it almost as often, thinking about the freedom and utter lack of fear of the narrator. I must have spilled gallons of sperm thinking about the impunity to fuck bareback, even with guys I knew were poz. I wanted that freedom to enjoy it and to even revel in it. I admired the courage of the narrator. I wanted his strength, but the consequences terrified me. I would stroke my cock, fantasizing about getting fucked raw and then hate myself for my depraved dreams after I shot my load. Freshman year in college, I discovered BarebackRT, and started to chat with guys on there. But I was still too afraid to do anything beyond chatting. Then, in the spring, I started to hear about PrEP. It seemed like a dream come true. A daily pill and I could have what I had been craving for so long, without fear. I started to chat more openly, with more guys and in greater, explicit detail. But, then, my freshman year came to an end; I had to go back home, a boring suburb in the Midwest. I was still chatting with guys on BBRT, but they were now so far away. In early August, I came home one day from my summer job as a lifeguard to see an envelope addressed to me sitting on the kitchen counter. Just like in the story, it was fine, heavy paper, hand-addressed in thick, confident strokes. I wondered what my mom had thought it was when she had gotten the mail. Of course, I had immediately though of the story I had blown so many loads to. I raced to my room. In just the two flights of stairs up, my cock had grown rock hard, telegraphing just what I expected to read. Alone in my room, I turned the card over again. The return address read "Jon Corelli." Jon was a guy I had met on BBRT just as I was heading home for the summer; our chats quickly spilled over into text, where I found myself opening up and telling him my fantasies. We started to exchange pictures. Mine were little more than erect nudes, but his were a moveable feast of bareback sex: him fucking guys, him getting fucked, and an occasional solo cum shot. I held the letter, trembling with excitement, anticipation and maybe some fear. I opened it up, savoring the feel of the paper and extracted the card. It was an invitation, handwritten as well, inviting me to a party over Labor Day weekend, a party for men "with a positive, uninhibited outlook on life," and encouraged me to "come PrEPared for a mind-blowing weekend." Jon was inviting me to his place for three days. We had talked enough for me to know that he had a beautiful condo in a downtown building, where he would occasionally host days-long bareback sex parties with his two partners. Jon had made it clear that although they ranged from very vanilla to extremely kinky and taboo, they were always bareback. He had hinted on text what he had been planning: it would be a party just for me with three days of uninhibited, unprotected, raw sex. It worked out perfectly; I had to go back to school the week before. I would have more than enough time to get a prescription for PrEP from the clinic at school. The next few weeks were endless. I was still texting with Jon, trying to get any details about the weekend. But he was keeping any details a secret, only teasing me with an occasional shot of his cock sliding into a tight raw hole, or a hot young man, his hole dripping cum. I would beat off every night, re-reading the story, re-reading the invitation, looking at the pictures he had sent me, and imagining it was I in the middle of all of the action. Everything seemed to conspire to only prolong my agony. First, my flight back to school was canceled, and I had to spend another night at home. Of course, that meant that I had to cancel my appointment at the student health clinic to get my prescription for PrEP. Then, I tried to re-schedule the appointment but seemingly every opening was full. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to get it in time for the party. But then, two days before I was due at Jon's condo, when I was terrified about making a final choice between long-anticipated pleasures and long-term responsibility, the clinic called about a last-minute cancellation. The Wednesday afternoon visit was quick and painless. The doctor took some blood, explained how PrEP worked, and I was out of there in less than fifteen minutes. Thursday morning I was stuck in classes until noon; when I finally emerged, the doctor had left a message. "All clear. I phoned in your prescription and it will be ready tomorrow morning." I was cutting it close, but I would have it in time for the party. I texted Jon and let him know the good news. "Great," he texted back. "Just make sure to take a pill as soon as you get them." I didn't need any reminders. All afternoon, I was stuck in lab, as Jon continued to send me pictures: first of his boy Cal sucking him off, followed him fucking Cal, his long cock covered only in lube, spit and pre-cum, and then, finally, of Jon's thick white spooge dripping from Cal's ass. I was jealous. That load was supposed to be inside me. I was the one who was supposed to get fucked bareback. I was the one who needed to get filled with cum. And I was the one who wanted to feel Cal's tight hole wrapped around my throbbing cock. At least my roommate was gone when I got back to the dorm. I took the opportunity to quickly jerk off, once more re-reading Jon's invite. Getting off barely seemed to make a difference in how horny I was. Six PM Friday afternoon was now only twenty-four hours away, but I wasn't sure if I was going to last that long. I sent a picture of the trail of cum splashed across my chest and abs to Jon. "That should be in Cal's tight hole," he texted back. "And save the rest for tomorrow. You are going to need it." The rest of the evening was spent eating, studying, and trying not to think about what the next day would hold for me. Even thinking about the barest glimmer of possibilities that lay in store would make my cock start to throb. I had to force myself to not jerk off again, and sleep did not come easy. I almost welcomed the alarm that morning; I had set it so I could get to the pharmacy right as it opened. Even at right at the morning opening time, there was already a line at the pharmacy. I took a number, and waited what seemed like hours for it to be called. But, it was really only twenty minutes before I was at the window. The pharmacist seemed already bored with his day. "I'm here to pick up a prescription," I said. He barely looked up from his computer. "Name?" he asked me. "Seth. Seth Hunter." He typed in something. "Date of birth?" "March 29, 1995," I said. I was a child of the AIDS epidemic, born in some of the darkest hours. But now I wouldn't have to worry about that. I wouldn't have to worry about it. Ever. "Just a second," he said, getting up from his stool, and walking into the back. It took him a few moments to find my prescription. "Let's see," he said as he sat back down. "Have you ever taken Truva..." He trailed off. "Mick?" he said, calling back. There was an indistinct response from someone I couldn't see. "Can you take this?" A few seconds later, a tall, thin guy appeared. The pharmacist handed him the bag. "Mick will talk to you about your prescription," he said. The man I assumed was Mick smiled at me, and pointed me to a door at the far corner of the room. "Meet me there," he said. As I followed him, I checked him out more carefully. He was about 6'2" and his blue polo shirt hugged his body tightly highlighting his muscular gymnast's build. I saw a bit of a tattoo sticking out from his collar. Also sticking out if you knew to look was his pert ass. I willed my cock to go down even as I imagined what it would feel like to thrust my raw, unprotected erection into his hole and drip a steady stream of pre-cum into him. He opened the door, and motioned for me to go in. It was a small room, a desk with two chairs, a few posters on the wall, and a filing cabinet. He had blue eyes and just a hint of stubble and gave me a knowing smile as I walked past him. I could feel him looking me over and trying to piece together my story. I hoped my boner was not too obvious. "Go ahead, sit down," he said. I sat down, glad to have some cover for the lump in my shorts. "I'm Mick," he continued. "I'm Seth," I said. "Nice to meet you," he said. He reached across desk and shook my hand, before sitting down. "We just like to do a bit more counseling for certain medications." He opened the brown bag, and took out a white bottle with a yellow band around it. "Truvada" was printed on the side of the bottle. "Is this your first time for PrEP?" "Yeah," I said. "It is." "That's cool. As you may know, every drug can have side effects. This is no different" "What kind of side effects?" He paused. He got up from the desk, and went over to the filing cabinet. "I have a pamphlet somewhere." He knelt down to open the bottom drawer. As he did, his polo shifted up, and his pants shifted down slightly. I saw a thick white band of a jock strap, and the tiniest hint of the smooth skin of his ass. My cock throbbed once more, wondering if he knew how badly I needed release. I forced myself to look away, to think about anything but sex. Unfortunately, as I looked up, I met his eyes. He had seen me checking him out. "You know," he said, closing the drawer without getting the pamphlet he had promised me. "I'm on PrEP as well." I took a breath; he had seen me staring at his ass, but he didn't care. "What's it been like for you?" I asked. He stood up, and leaned against the door with his legs spread slightly. "It's been..." He searched for the right word. "Liberating," Mick finally said. "My boyfriend. He's poz. And now we're fluid bonded." "Fluid bonded?" "He's shot his load inside of me. Not in a condom. It's more important than I thought." His hand dropped down to his groin and covered his crotch. Or maybe he was rubbing it slightly. It was hard to tell, and I knew my dick was seeing what it wanted to see. "It's really important for men to share fluids." He stared out into space for a moment, reliving some private, intimate experience. "Why are you starting?" "The protection," I started, but paused. "The freedom" I continued. I was staring at him, fantasizing about him. In my mind, I had already undressed him and was feeling his body next to mine. The idea of warmth of his ass against my cock was making me hard. I knew the welcoming wetness of his hole would make it impossible for me not to stick my shaft in him. There would be no fumbling with a condom and no barriers between us. It would be just fucking, the way it was meant to be. "Yeah. Freedom." He said, bringing me back to reality. "To fuck who we want. How we want." I hadn't even taken the first pill, but just the presence of the bottle in the room was liberating enough. I stood up and faced him, no longer trying to hide the hard shaft in my shorts. "Where we want." I said. He reached behind him, and locked the door. In the sudden silence between us it sounded like a heavy safe door closing. He turned off the light; there was still plenty of light streaming in through the shade-covered window. "When we want," he said. He unzipped his chinos, exposing a white jock strap. His cock was straining against the fabric. I unzipped my shorts, exposing my underwear. My cock had tented them as well. He took a step towards me. When I took a step towards him, my shorts fell down, gathering around my ankle. "Nice," he said. He took another step, and was now right in front of me. He put a hand on my basket. "Very nice." "Thanks," I said. "Your boyfriend..." "Calls me his slutty sperm bank." He smiled. "The more I get, the more he gives me." I nod. This was the freedom I had dreamed of every time I had jacked off. From a pocket, Mick produced a small bottle of lube. "You are prepared," I said. He laughed. "Yes," he said. "Besides. You're not the first today." "Really?" I ask. "Yeah. One from my boyfriend and one from a guy at the gym." Mick reached into my underwear and grabbed my cock. "Cum makes the best lube. You'll see" His hand was warm around my shaft. I wondered how his ass would feel. His cum-filled ass. It sounded so dirty, that he had already gotten two loads before 10AM. But it was also so hot. To not worry and to just enjoy sex. "Aren't you worried?" "No. I look for poz guys now. Undetectable poz guys are the safest ones out there. And if you are worried, take one of those." He pointed at the bottle of Truvada on the desk. "This is exactly what it's here for. To let you enjoy sex without fear. Real sex. Bareback sex." My cock got harder at the words. Mick let go of my cock, but in a practiced notion, pushed down my underwear. They fell to the ground, the cool air of the office a shock. I turned to the desk and picked up the bottle. As I fumbled with the cap and the foil, Mick stepped out of his sandals, took off his polo and kicked off his chinos. I tried to focus on the pill bottle but it was difficult. Mick he turned to show me his ass, and I was distracted by how the white straps of his jock perfectly framed his butt. "Breed me?" he asked. There was a hunger to his voice. So many stories on Breeding Zone had described that hunger. But I had never heard it in real life from another man, just in videos. The raw reality of the need triggered animal instincts, which had been long suppressed by society and convention, and these instincts were driving my every action. I had to fuck him. It was programmed in my DNA to spread my sperm as far and as wide as possible. And when a beautiful, talented hole presented itself, eager to be plowed by my thick cock, I was going to do what I was born to do. I managed to extract one pill. It was larger than I expected but was a calming shade of blue. I popped it in my mouth and swallowed it dry. "Fucking hot," Mick said. "Seeing you do that. Knowing you're gonna fuck me now." He poured a bit of lube on his hand and grabbed my cock, greasing it up. "We can just do this?" I asked. It seemed so simple. I took a pill, and now I could slide into his ass. No fumbling with a condom, no tight feeling of rubber. Just skin on skin and pleasure against pleasure. All of that came from a simple pill and only once a day. "Yeah," he said. "Quit talking. Start fucking." I lined up my cock with his hole. I could feel the warmth against the tip of my dick, and in response, I started to dribble pre-cum. "Ready?" I asked. "Of course," Mick replied. "I'm always ready." I pushed against his hole, forcing my way into his body. I was still new to gay sex, but even in my limited experience, I could tell Mick was an amazing bottom. His butt provided just the barest amount of resistance before opening up and allowing my cock to enter. "Damn. That's a nice one. Thick." "So warm. Welcoming." "That's what I want to hear." I stood still, trying to process all the sensations. This was what sex was supposed to be; it was like watching seeing a movie in color for the very first time. Every motion was more intense than I had remembered with a condom, and it was clear I was getting to know Mick on a fundamentally deeper level than I could if I was fucking him with a rubber. Even though I was standing still, sexual hunger was consuming Mick, and he was squirming in a feeble attempt to contain the forces consuming him. He needed more of my cock, and was now pressing back against me. Relentlessly, my shaft slid into his tight, firm body. "Oh. Fuck," I moaned. My cockhead had hit a pool of warmth. It took me a moment to realize the soft liquid was the sperm the other men had shot into Mick. "That feels good." "Doesn't it?" Mick said. He stopped trying to force himself on me, and let me explore the sensations of a hole already dripping with cum. I had never fucked someone with a load already up there, and it was a new sensation for me. I now understood how important fluid exchange was for men. It was especially vital when we were blessed with the opportunity to fuck another man. I was glad that Mick was not going to ask me to pull out when I came. I wanted to cum in him so badly and absolutely nothing was going to get in the way of me cumming inside him. "Your boyfriend," I asked, then pausing, wondering if I could ask the question I wanted to. I barely knew Mick, but yet he had given this intimate side of himself to me. "He's really poz?" It wasn't an intrusive question compared to what he had already offered me. "Yeah. He is. And the guy at the gym. Eli." He squeezed his hole around my cock, coating it with semen from the two men. "He was too. Poz, I mean." It was more than just a physical sensation; it was as if the cum carried far more. It was the DNA of the sperm, transmitting the two men's genetic inheritance and it was the RNA of the virus, transmitting the men's eventual downfall. There was something else there; something powerful and emotional. I just had to experience it; it would never be explained by reason or logic. As my cock soaked in the liquid, mental images and emotional traces of Mick's experiences came to me. I could see Eli the muscular black man that had fucked Mick at the gym, and how grateful Eli was for the chance to release his sexual frustration into Mick's strong, masculine body. I could feel the love that Mick's partner had for Mick and how the two of them used insemination as a way to celebrate and deepen that that love. I had no explanation for it other than I was learning from the semen in Mick's ass. There was also something else there: something furtive that slipped away as soon as I tried to focus on it. It was something evil, scared, and angry. "You feel it too, don't you? The darkness?" Mick asked. "It's the virus. It doesn't like being thwarted. It needs to infect us and it needs to spread. It needs it so badly" Once he had named the dark sentiment was easy for me to focus on it and understand it. It was a dark knight and it was a strong, relentless and deadly predator. It wasn't used to being defeated; over the years it had taken far too many victims and it reveled in its own carnage. "But we are powerful now. Armored and well defended. It's enraged, so it is going fight hard." "But," I stammered, "We're ok, right?" I had been promised that the virus had met its match, and I hoped we were both safe behind the walls Truvada had built. "Of course we are. Now, stop worrying about AIDS and fuck me, Seth." I tried to forget about the dangers of what I was doing, as Mick continued. "Fuck me like you mean it." I pulled my cock out, leaving just the tip still inside of Mick. My shaft was coated with cum. Seeing such hard evidence of how slutty Mick was and knowing my load would be the next in his collection drove me crazy and I slammed my cock back into his hole and all the accumulated poz seed. Mick grunted. "That's what I am talking about," Mick moaned. "That's what I fuckin' need." He was loud enough that I worried that people outside could hear it. "That's what I want, Seth. Don't stop." I pulled out again, and slammed my cock back into him. The force pushed him forward so I grabbed his hips and held him in place. I needed to feel the entire length of my cock buried inside his hole. I slid past the pools of cum in his butt, spreading the thick fluid across the insides of his body, before finally settling deep into Mick's guts. I held my cock steady in place and it pulsed slightly before emitting a drop of pre-cum. It was my first fluid exchange with another man. The full impact of what I had just done took a while to penetrate my mind, clouded as it was by the pleasures of sex. I hadn't swapped my fluids with any one, not a fuck buddy nor even a boyfriend. This first time was with a stranger, someone I had barely met. Even worse, it was while I was at a pharmacy picking up my prescription for PrEP. If that didn't permanently mark me as a Truvada slut, I don't know what would have. I sighed in pleasure. The day and the weekend were getting off to a very good start. I hoped that it also foretold what the rest of the month and the school year was going to be like. But those thoughts were a distraction from the task at hand. I pulled my dick out, and then pushed it back into Mick. It was amazing how good he felt. His hole was wet and smooth and warm, like the longest kiss my cock had ever gotten. I could feel every inch of Mick's ass, every slight objection to my penetration and every eager gulp of my shaft. With each stroke, I learned something new about Mick, some part of his desire. I understood how sex was supposed to feel. I would never be able to put a condom on again and lose this pleasure. "Oh hell yeah," Mick moaned, as I slammed my cock in and out of him. "Breed me, man,╙ he continued. I stopped trying to analyze the situation, and instead just focused on how damn good it felt to be fucking this man. It seemed to go far too fast, and before I knew it, my balls were tensing up and my cock was vibrating with pent-up need. "Don't pull out," he moaned. "Fucking let me have your seed." "Oh fuck," I grunted. My dick was dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. "I can't hold back," I said. "Just do it," Mick groaned. His ass tightened around my shaft, kissing it and milking out the last bit of precum. I closed my eyes, shoved my dick all the way in, and let my animal instincts take over. Bareback sex gave me an orgasm unlike one I had ever had before. I felt every drop of cum travel down the length of my shaft, and it flow into Mick's hungry ass. There was nothing held back between us. There was nothing to protect Mick from me, and nothing to prevent me from fertilizing his hole. The first spurt of cum was quickly followed by another, and then another and then one more. In the throes of the orgasm, it was hard to stay standing, but my cock was doing all the thinking necessary. My erection needed to be inside of Mick's wet hole, and my bestial instincts made sure my body maintained the balance needed. "Oh FUCK," I grunted. I hoped that people in the next room couldn't hear us. "Give it to me," Mick said. He squeezed his hole around my cock, and milked out another spurt. Without a rubber, I could feel just how hungry his hole was and how badly he needed my load. For a brief moment, I wondered if he could ever be satiated. But then, my cock demanded attention, and I focused on the pleasure of Mick's warm hole, tensing and releasing as he drained my balls of their load. "Oh hell yeah," he continued. "Damn," I said, as the last few drops of spooge dribbled out of my cock and into his hole. "That was fucking amazing." "That was bareback fucking," Mick said. "That was how men are supposed to have sex." I nodded in silent agreement. It was hard to think about anything; my mind was still clouded by the intensity of the orgasm. My dick was still buried in Mick's hole, and every slight movement from either of us reminded me how unbearably sensitive my dick was. "Think you can go back to rubberized sex now?" he asked me, understanding the struggle I was now contemplating. I slowly pulled my cock out of Mick. The ridges of my dick head pressed against the bare skin. It was just barely lubricated by the cum I had just deposited inside of Mick, and every move was a torrent of sensation. "Never," I said. As my cockhead pulled out, a small drop of white fluid dripped out of his hole. I reached down and pressed it back into him. "Yeah," Mick said. "You know how it is. I want every drop." His own penis was straining against the fabric of his jock strap. I thought for a moment he was going to start jacking off, but he turned around and faced me. "We have to do that again," he said, and pulled on his chinos. I stuffed my softening cock into my underwear and zipped up my shorts. "Yeah," I said, still not quite able to think clearly. "Don't forget your pills," Mick said, grabbing the white bottle off the desk and handing it to me. "Better living through chemistry, huh?" "For sure," I said. Mick put on his polo shirt. It was hard to believe that only a few minutes ago, he was practically naked, bent over the desk, and letting me fuck him bareback. "Uh," I stammered. "Here," he said, reaching into his pocket and extracting a card. "Give me a shout." He handed it to me; it had a name and a phone number on it. "Ok," I said. Reality was slowly sinking in. I needed to get going; there was a lab session I would just barely make in time. "Awesome," Mick said. He adjusted his clothes, and ran his hand over his head. With his close-cropped hair, it was a pointless gesture, but it forced a change in his bearing. He was no longer a bareback cum hound, but a young, professional man. The entire encounter had barely been fifteen minutes, but it was a window onto a world I desperately wanted to be a part of. He opened the door for me, and I stepped out. The people milling about in the waiting room barely noticed us. I wondered how they would have reacted if they had known what we had been doing. "Remember," Mick said. "Take the medicine regularly." I smiled, and headed out. As I walked out, I pulled out my phone. There was a message from Jon waiting for me. "Did you get your prescription?" "Yeah," I wrote back. "And I fucked the pharmacist as well." "Seriously?" "Yeah. He was on Prep as well." "Prep sluts are fucking hot. A guy taking care of himself, so he can take every load without fear." There was a brief pause. Jon was still typing. "Did you take your first dose yet?" "Yeah. Right before I fucked him." "So fucking hot. Two young studs, being safe. Taking care of themselves." He continued. "All so they can have sex without fear. Without condoms. With anyone they want." "I know," I wrote back. My ass was quivering in anticipation. I now needed to know what Mick had felt as a raw cock slid into his hole. "Now, you just have to remember to take it tomorrow morning. We're going to keep you up late tonight." "Good. I hope so," I texted back, before disappearing into the chemistry building.

For years Rob was confused with his sexuality, he had gfs n secretly played with guys. His best friend Jim always wanted Rob and other than an occasional bj he didnt get anything else. I bet if i got him high af i could release the inner cockwhore in him, he told his roomies. Jim n his roomies wanted Rob set up a seduction of him. He was spending the night that night n they broke out the shards they all got high together, Rob got really high thanks to extra hits, he was feeling different than he did when he did it w a woman. He had limp dick n no disire, w 3 guys who were gay n obviously wanting him, he was tingling to their touch, dick was alive n they kept flirting w him. He had been having naughty thoughts w his now roomates before he moved in n dreamed they had a 4way n they tore him up. He woke up w a raging hard on n the thought of his new roomies seducing him n taking turns on him. He was rockhard n thinking of his roomies had made him a cockwhore by the end of the dream. They took turns n instead of fighting it he loved it n the dream ended w jim blowing a load in robs now gay ass n sucked erik n jon dry. He woke up hard n horny so he jo thinking of how the guys got him high, seduced him n turned him into a cockwhore. He came very fast, omg is that whats gonna happen? Rob had been thinking of men before losing his place n deciding to move in w them. They are all gay, wanted him jim from his old apartment n jon n erik working w them. He was sleeping on the couch but jim offered to share his bed but he nervously said no. This was his 1st night at their apartment, after dinner they broke out an 8ball of meth n teased Rob it was gonna make him horny af. He told them he tried it w women n he couldnt get it up. Thats cuz u did it w the wrong sex jim said, rob blushed. They gave rob a pipe n a pile of shards, they went off to shoot up leaving him alone. He smoked a fat bowl n started thinking of the dream he had n how he was high af n how they seduced him n did him. He went in the br n saw a poster of a naked man n stroked his dick to the guy. Omg this shit has made me horny for men, omg im hard af. He came out of the br as they all walked into living room all in just shorts. Mmmmm Rob thought, if they seduce me like that im in trouble. In the living room they sat on the sectional couch leaving a spot between jim n erik. They smoked more T n rob was tingling all over n kept looking at them out of the corner of the eye. Damn guys this is good shit, it usually gives me limp dick but not this stuff, they all looked at his crotch. Jim said we are all high af but theres another thing we do when were high, friday night orgy. We have 5 more guys coming n then to the basement fpr our party, ur welcome to join us. Theyd like u, so would we. I nervously said dont know, but my dick twitched at the thought of these 3 who wanted him always n 5 more gay men theyd be all on him. He got higher n higher n rob was thinking of all those naked men fucking n sucking all over each other. In the br he was rock hard picturing himself in those naked men n they all were on him, he was thinking so hard he didnt hear jim come in the br w him playing w his dick. U should join us, u might really like it. Plus another way to get off is shove shards in ur ass n ull get horny af. I can tell u were turned on when we told u about our orgy, he came up behind me n wrapped his arms around me pressing his dick against my crack. I gasped out loud cuz he scrapped my hole n the shit made me all sensitive. U like my dick on ur ass dont u? I shook my head n lied, but i couldnt help but like it. See its made ur ass sensitive n horny, u dont have to but this shit makes us all wanting it. I said, Damn jim, ur cock is messing w me, this shit made me really horny n i was before i did it. Just relax rob, give into what u want, u have 8 guys u know n always wanted u. He reached around n stuck his hand in my shorts n grabbed his dick. He didnt pull away he moaned n pushed against jims dick. Yeah u want it, release urself n do what u want. Ur dick is rockhard, ur ass likes my dick between ur cheeks rubbing ur hole. I said damn ive been wanting men more n more, now i moved in w 3 gay guys who openly want me. This stuff has losened me up n ur dick is making my already partied up ass making me crazy. God jim ur seducing me like u told me u would n i dont want to fight it. Wanna try booty shots? He got a baggie n dipped a finger in it n coated a spit lubed finger w alot. This will totally want in this orgy n my dick in u. He pulled the back of my pants down got me to seperate my cheaks n shoved in me. I gasped. He rubbed it around the inside n i was moaning, yeah that turns u on bigtime. A few of these n ull be all for an orgy. I bet u been secretly wanting us n tonight u give in to who u are, gay. Mmmmm jim more! He laughed n said yep u r looser, ive noticed ur checking out us earlier, ur bi getting stronger? He shoved another tina coated finger into me again n moaned louder. God yes n im ready to give in cuz its getting stronger since i got high af n u pushing shards in me is making me crazy. Im giving into it cuz its been really bad since im moving in. He pressed his bulge harder against my hole, give in to it rob. U have done nothing to push me away, u moan when i grind my cock into u n kiss ur neck n ur dick really gets hard in my hand. Oh jim i wanna give in to what i want, all 8 guys in an orgy. God thats hot! Well look whos got rob from behind n from the looks of it joining us in the basement. Yeah i knew he was horny af n gave booty shots n told him i could tell the shit was getting to him n my dick rubbing his crack n hole n told him 8 guys he knows are going to be there n weve all wanted u forever. He grinded his dick hard into my crack, i was grinding my ass against jims hard dick n moaned. I said, this was ur plan all along to get me super high n worked on my weakness my ass. Uve got me to forget my hangups n now im a horned up guy being seduced by a guy who has lusted after me forever. Jon n erik came in the br w jim humping my crack n hand down my shorts n a very horned up rob loving it. Mmmmmm damn i see rob is high n under tinas spell, u gonna party w us n have us all over u? Erik n jon crowded in n was all over rob, kissing him rubbing his hard dick. Yeah look at him high af n now loving all these guys attacking him. His ass was craving cock n his dick never felt ao good. Jim said he really likes my cock teasing his ass. Rob moaned omg guys u r making me sooo horny! Im giving into my lusts n all ive wanted for weeks is dick. Its all i wanted lately is men, i knew when i moved in here it wouldnt be long till one of u had me in the bed. I said if im gay fine but i cant ignore it anymore n u 3 always were sexy af to me. Before i knew it my shorts were off we were making out as we went down to the basement, wall to wall pillows n a large screen tv. We all laid in front of the tv n erik started a movie. It was an orgy w guys around one twink, they were all over him n in no time one guy buried his dick in the twink n he was attacking every dick he could w mouth n hands. They were all over the twink who was on jis knees sucking dicks, in a bit after getting his ass eaten n fingered he was moaning begging for cock in his ass. They all started kissing n rubbing me all over, n w out thinking about it i grabbed the dicks near me n i felt another syringe full of a liquid. U think those other booty shots made ur ass burn this will have u burning for allvthe dick here. I raised my ass up n he stuck it in me n shot it in me n told me to hold it in. My ass was burning alright but w desire. I was all of a sudden wanting these dicks in me. We got into a 4way suckfest n i attacked eriks dick while jim sucked mine n jon his. Jim really sucked me n i sucked eriks like a pro. Jim sucked me like he wanted to forever n i was in heaven as jim sucked hard n erik moaned n said damn neal u suck so good. U like it too, our orgy isnt till tomorrow we wanted u to ourselves. Mmmmmm god this is so hot, i gave into the fact i was watching n jo to gay porn, checking out guys now moving in w yall. U 3 i knew id be in the sack w one or all u sooner or later. Then yall get me high af n those things shoved in my ass made it official u guys r going to take what u wanted n i want, all yall at once. They were all over rob n 3 on 1 him, his ass was craving them n his partied up ass got more n they all were going to dominate rob as he sucked on jon n eriks dicks jim put his legs on his shoulders n jim looked at robs eyes n saw lust. Yeah ur partied up ass is craving my dick aint it slut? Mmmmmm yeah, omg take me jim, god its so cock hungry. So is its owner saw that when i had it in ur crack. Ur gonna pay for teasing us all this time, were gonna bang u till u cant get enough. He rubbed his cock across my hole, making me whimper. Listen to him, hes wanting it bad n god r u gonna get it. Rob moaned wiggling his ass to try n get jims dick in him. He finally couldnt wait n shoved it balls deep in the man he wanted for so longs ass. Rob screamed out but couldnt go anywhere as jim held it there as rob got used to his dick while moaning loud. Yeah said jon, he took it all n not asking to pull out. He looks like its something hes wanted for a long time. Rob said, omg u made me take every inch n it hurt a lil but all that t made me want it more. It feels so good in me, omg i found my new favorite sex, anal in me. Jim started moving slowly pulling out a lil then sliding back in. Yeah jim said, weve all wanted u for a long time n we had no idea we were going to top u. Hows it feel to have ur cherry popped? Omg it feels so good, fuck me jim slow at first. Jim started slowly fucking robs ass, he was starting to moan n grabbed erik n jons cocks n started jerking them. Jim picked up speed n rob was moaning n started wiggling his ass when jim was all in. Soon jim had rob moaning so loud n sucking jon n eriks dicks hungrily. Jim said damn u are a bottom boy n love all these dicks dont u? Ur so high n it made u want it more, ur a lil cock hungry fag boy. The dirty talk pushed rob over the edge n started jerking the 2 dicks in his hands. Omg jim, erik n jon yall got me so horny for u! Aaaaaaaaaaa fuck me jim! Then started sucking n stroking jon n eriks dicks. Soon the room was filled w rob screaming as jim said Yeah,ur a dirty lil buttslut n love it! Im about to cum, where u want it whore? Breed me oh god shoot it deep in me! He went to town on jon n eriks cocks, they told him they want to add their loads to jims in his ass. Rob was begging for jims load n jim then released a demon as he rapid fire slam fucked the loudly begging bottoms ass as he slammed it balls deep in robs throbbing ass as he flooded his ass w 5 huge squirts. Whos next, jim said as he pulled out robs panting ass. Erik jumped on robs cum dripping ass n started rapid fucking his ass. Jon just wanted a bj right now so erik fucked him doggie then rode it hard then on his back. Erik said yeah, rob is really a dirty lil cum dump n he loves it! Rob had gotten worked up as he sucked hard n fast on jons dick n jim sucked robs dick. Omg cried jon, ur dirty talk made him suck harder n faster n jon scream swallow every drop cumslut! N he did n erik started slamming it to rob as he was screaming both for.the dick in his ass n jim sucking his dick like a man possessed. Erik was hitting robs prostate n jims sucking exploded in jims mouth n erik bottomed out n added his load to jims.

It was one of those nights when you just have to get online and get your dick in a hole. You know the ones I'm talking about. The cum is boiling in your nuts, waiting for release after a few days. I had a four-day load to deliver. I found my target on A4A. At 22, he was just a year younger than me. I unlocked. He unlocked. Cute little blond guy, nice muscley ass, trimmed pubes, blue eyes. Perfect. I didn't point out to him that my profile said "Anything Goes." He didn't ask about HIV. He just wanted fucked, and I had the 7.5 uncut inches he wanted. I had found out a few weeks ago after a year of fucking around bareback as a bottom. Viral load was high as shit. I knew I wanted to infect the little guy, but would let him decide. I got to his place and in no time we were naked on the futon in his living room. He slobbered all over my dick, I ate his ass. He was moaning and I knew it was my chance. With his hole nice and wet and my cock dripping precum like a motherfucker, I pressed the head of my dick against his hole. "You clean?" he asked. "Just showered before I came" I said, laughing to get him at ease. I just pushed with my cock, and he willingly offered his hole. "Just don't cum in me" he said. I didn't say anything, and just pressed on in. His tight little neg hole wrapped around my dick like a warm glove, and I started to go to town. I rammed in hard, making sure it was rough so he'd tear a little and his blood would accept the precum. He cried out in pain, but I wasn't in the mood for mercy and he didn't want it anyway. He wanted my "clean" dick up his ass, raw. Stupid, reckless bitch never even mentioned condoms. I started pistoning his little neg fuckhole with my thick, uncut dick. He moaned and met each thrust by pushing back with his hungry hole. He'd make a good little poz bitch. "You like my big raw dick up your ass, slut?" "Fuck yeah" he panted. "Just don't cum in me." I didn't say a word. I just kept fucking the poor little guy as hard as I could. I was sweating all over, and my precum was lubing his hot little hole real good. It made me even harder to know that the precum I was oozing into him with each thrust was already feeding millions of virus cells into his gut. I flipped him over onto his stomach and started driving deep against his prostate. He kept groaning and saying "fuck yeah!" Finally I knew I was ready to infect my first bottom, just like I had been infected. Each time my balls slapped against his ass, the tingle grew stronger. I knew I couldn't hold back long. He sensed I was close and said, "Don't cum in me." I responded by slamming in as hard as I could a few times. "FUCK!" he shouted. "FUCK ME! YEAH!" I went back to rough fucking the shit out of him, and after a minute or so it was time. I started panting, "oh yeah, oh yeah." "Don't cum in me" he repeated. "Shut up" -- I just said it, and I knew he wanted my "neg" load. "Here it cums" I said. I felt it boil up inside my balls, my gut, and out through my dick. "FUCK YEAH!" I let it go, and started shooting four days worth of cum up his hole. I felt my cock swell as it started to pump billions of virus cells into him. Squirt after squirt went into him, spraying cum against the inside of his damaged, bleeding ass. I couldn't stop cumming, thinking of how I was infecting him right then and there. Finally I fell on top of him, my cock still hard and oozing the rest of my toxic cream into him. I just laid there on him, giving him time to absorb his gift. Eventually I went soft and fell out of his ass, but I made sure to use my fingers to shove any cum that came out back into him. I wanted to make sure that the virus got into his blood like it was supposed to. We fucked four more times that night, each time with him begging for the cum he had asked me not to fill him with. Finally I got in my car to go home. I felt a second of regret, but right away I knew that was stupid. The reckless little bitch got what he deserved. He could have asked for a condom. Instead he got huge amounts of HIV-laced semen shot into him. He pozzed himself and I just happened to be the lucky guy who got to feed it to him. I went home, got on A4A, changed to "safe only," and waited for more reckless stupid bitches to not ask for a condom and let my cum knock them up.

I recall those parties as well!

I don't think it's disgusting or creepy at all to touch one's face to see how it looks. He asked me if he can touch my face sometime ago and I said yes. I really liked it and i thought it was very cute. As for what to do with my guy.. i think it needs time. If i'm hasty it won't work out well I think. He said he wants to buy a book which i had. I told him I have it but he can't read it since it's not in braille. He asked me if i wanted to read it to him I told him of course and we sat in his bed very close i had my arrm over his shoulder and I starting reading. We both enjoyed it. I want him more and more

A guy I hooked up with keeps some very potent piss in his freezer. Prefer it fresh from the tap, but I did like print out up his ass and liked the very nasty taste.

Oh Man I LOVE beach sex. Reminds me of the old days at Jones Beach (only that was before pnp.)

Diapbttmboi, Just have your ass sticking out/up or laying down lubed and ready, and ENJOY!

I had an alternative end for this story and as you can imagine, it was not a nice one (for Michael). What if the leather guy wouldn't have rescued him... obviously the guys would have snuffed him. Still... on one hand I would like to continue Michael's ordeals, because I think the leather guy might provide medical care, but there is still danger ahead. He is definitely not a nice guy either. Oh well... who knows...

https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/POPPERS-BREEDING-31240502 POPPERS BREEDING I met this guy on Grindr. He was so horny he took my dick like a champ. He kept inhaling poppers so I fucked him for a long time. / Conoci a este wey en Grindr. Estuvo oliendo poppers asi que me lo cogi un buen rato.

https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Slammin-ass-19517552 Slammin ass Just another clip I took of a fuck session with a bud.

Part 2: Hawk aggressively pushed his dick into my drug coated ass hole. “OH YES AGENT! THAT ASS IS MUCH TIGHTER THAN YOUR LITTLE ONE’S. YOU ENJOY FUCKING HIM DON’T YOU? NOW AGENT, I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE A DRUGGED UP CUMP DUMP. YOU SHOULD BE HONORED. I HAVE COATED YOUR ASS WITH MY LATEST COOK - MY BEST PRODUCT SO FAR AND TOGETHER WE WILL ENJOY THE RUSH! AND AFTER - WELL AFTER WE SHALL SEE….” My plan to take down the biggest meth cook in the region had failed miserably. My career in the DEA was over! Not only was I chained, naked, in some warehouse but my best friend and fuck buddy Chris had betrayed me and set me up. All future regret and assessment of what had gone wrong were pushed aside as a fresh wave of drug high crashed over me and a new round of searing pain tore through me as Hawk pushed his raw, Aryan dick inside my previously unfucked hole. “YOUR LITTLE ONE WAS RIGHT ABOUT ONE THING AGENT,” Hawk said, “HE SAID YOU NEVER GOT FUCKED. OF COURSE I DIDN’T BELIEVE HIM, BUT LOOK - HERE IS THE PROOF - I HAVE POPPED YOUR CHERRY GOOD. PERFECT! I LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN CONVERTING A NEG BOTTOM AND FILLING THEM WITH MY MUTANT AIDS CUM. YOU KNOW METH DOES THAT RIGHT? IT MUTATES THE VIRUS AND METH AND LIQUOR ARE MY TWO MAIN FOOD GROUPS - ALONG WITH RAW ASS - OK SO THREE FOOD GROUPS. MY POINT AGENT IS THAT IT IS OK TO SCREAM, TO EMBRACE THE PAIN AND FRUSTRATION YOU ARE FEELING, TO FIGHT BACK. IT WON’T DO YOU ANY GOOD OF COURSE. IT’S FAR TOO LATE AGENT - OH YES FAR TOO LATE. YOU FEEL THAT AGENT? THAT’S MY DICK PUMPING YOUR ASS FULL OF MY SPERM. PUSHING IT INTO EVERY RIP IN YOUR ANAL WALL - CREATING MY OWN 4TH REICH OF CUM DUMP FAGGOTS WHO I BRAND WITH MY SUPERIOR DNA. YES - TAKE IT AGENT - TAKE IT ALL!!” I looked down to see Hawk’s fingernails embedded deep into the flesh around my waist, small trickles of red creating meandering streams down my thighs as he dug as hard as he could while cumming inside me. I had to bite my tongue in order not to scream from the burning pain in my ass as he fucked me and bred my hole. I would not give this filth the satisfaction. The brutal pummeling paused like the final throes of battle before an armistice and I heaved a sigh of relief. The meth lord just laughed, “WHAT? YOU THINK I AM DONE? FUCK NO! WE HAVE JUST GOTTEN STARTED. I’M A POZ FUCK BREEDER AND CAN SEED THAT ASS OVER AND OVER. THERE IS NO END AGENT. NO SOLUTION TO YOUR CURRENT PREDICAMENT EXCEPT DOING WHAT I SAY, WHEN I SAY, HOW I SAY. RIGHT NOW, WHAT I SAY IS THAT I AM PACKING THAT SHIT CHUTE LIKE A COLOMBIAN MULE THEN RIDING YOU HARD AND PUTTING YOU AWAY WET. YOU READY TO GET SO FUCKING HIGH YOU CANNOT SAY YOUR A,B,Cs? I MIGHT CONSIDER STOPPING IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING BETTER TO OFFER ME AGENT? DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING BETTER? MAYBE THE LIFE OF YOUR LITTLE ONE? YOUR FRIEND? YOUR LOVER? OH YOU WANT TO SAVE HIM? REALLY? ARE YOU THAT FUCKING STUPID AGENT? YOU KNOW THIS WAS ALL HIS DOING. HE HAD A SIMPLE CHOICE. I’D CUT HIS HANDS OFF FOR STEALING FROM ME OR HE COULD OFFER ME SOMETHING BETTER. SO HERE WE ARE AGENT - YOU ARE THE SOMETHING BETTER AND HE GETS TO KEEP HIS LITTLE FAG HANDS ATTACHED - FOR NOW.” My body shook as Hawk finger fucked me rough, hard, and burrowed trails of meth into my anal lining. I was gasping and drooling like some tweaked out idiot and wanted to just grab my head to try to slow down my thoughts. The handcuffs and chain made that impossible and when the meth cooker shoved his raw dick back up my dry, scabbed hole I barely flinched. Another Aryan load up my ass later and the chain was loosened from the ceiling and I crumpled to the floor. My legs burned, my body was on fire. Was that his AIDs virus of the drugs? The skin on my knees was ripped off entirely as Hawk looped the long chain around his forearm and dragged me behind him like a Sultan’s concubine. I managed to get my feet under me enough to stumble along after him. The hallway swayed back and forth with every step. Hawk stopped, my head was hit hard, I crumpled to the old factory floor as toxic rain poured from the heavens. “FEEL THAT? SMELL THAT? THAT IS GOOD CHEM PISS RIGHT THERE. THAT’S HOW WORTHLESS YOU ARE AGENT - JUST A FUCK PUPPET FOR MY DICK, POZ LOAD, AND A URINAL FOR MY BODILY WASTE. OPEN THAT MOUTH - I SAID FUCKING OPEN IT! GAG ON THAT PISS AGENT - SWALLOW MY SALTY FLUID. YOU ARE MINE NOW - BODY, SOUL, LIFE. ALL MINE. DON’T WORRY. I BOTTLE MY PISS. CHEM MICRO-BREW. EVERY OUNCE I PISS OUT WILL GO INSIDE YOU FROM NOW ON ONE WAY OR THE OTHER.” The pores on my skin opened to allow his Periodic Table of bodily fluids to seep inside me. Hawk was still naked as he dragged me onward. We approached a large, steel door that was guarded by two men in ski masks both dressed in black and holding automatic weapons. Fuck! What had I been thinking? There was no way I could have taken these guys on alone. The door was pulled back, bright fluorescent lights burned my retinas as Hawk dragged me inside, pushed me face first against a steel column, and casually wound the chain between wrists and around the steel. The meth cooker walked over to a large, plexiglass clean room that took up most of the interior of the warehouse space we were in. He hit the intercom, the light turned orange, and as he casually began to put on latex gloves he addressed the dozen or so workers inside - all of whom were men, and all of whom were naked except for their white underwear and face masks. “LISTEN UP FOLKS!” Hawk yelled, “THIS HERE IS MY NEW BEST FRIEND. MR. DEA AGENT. NOW YOU MAY BE WONDERING WHY I BROUGHT HIM IN HERE - RIGHT IN THE FUCKING MIDDLE OF MY COOK - RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FUCKING PACKING AND SHIPPING LINE. WELL, MR. DEA AGENT HERE NEEDS TO UNDERSTAND JUST HOW FUCKING TINY AND HELPLESS HE IS. NOW SOME OF YOU KNOW I HAVE A DICK THAT CAN BUST YOUR ASS WIDE OPEN. WELL I JUST PLANTED TWO HOT LOADS - HEAR ME - TWO FUCKING LOADS UP THIS DEA AGENT’S ASS. I POPPED HIS CHERRY GOOD. NOW AS A TOKEN OF MY APPRECIATION I WILL LEAVE HIM HERE FOR A WHILE. LET HIM STEW IN MY JUICES AND OF COURSE, LET HIM TAKE WHATEVER DICK ANY OF YOU FUCKERS WANT TO STICK UP HIS ASS. YOU HEAR ME? WHEN I COME BACK I EXPECT TO SEE HIS CHEEKS COVERED WITH SO MUCH POWDER I’LL THINK WE’RE IN THE ALPS AND I ALSO EXPECT - NOW PAY FUCKING CLOSE ATTENTION - I WILL ALSO EXPECT TO SEE PROOF THAT HIS ASS HAS BEEN FUCKED AND BRED BY YOUR RAW DICKS.” I watched as Hawk walked past me towards another door that was guarded by two more men with guns. He paused, pulled an industrial apron off a wall hook, slipped it over his head, then gave me wave and said, “KEEP THAT ASS FILLED AND WET FOR ME MR. DEA AGENT. I’LL BE BACK AS SOON AS I COMPLETE THIS COOK AND THEN YOU AND I SHALL DISCUSS OUR FUTURE.” Stay Tuned for Part 3 (*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!)

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

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

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

I've had a few guys that wanted to fuck safe suddenly stealth me. The idea that they tried getting away with it, that they were adamant being safe when we first met, seeing how nervous they were trying to leave before I realized they bred me--find it hot. That's why I don't turn away a "safe fuck"--hoping to be surprised again.

New one fronm David-sf: LATE NIGHT HOOK UP AT IML Met this beautiful guy Parker Allen he is mostly a top but I was able to convince him to bottom for me. We didn't have a lot of time I def plan to do a full length video with him he is perfection. I kinda lost my fucking mind over him. I think I fell in love......again swoon!!!!!! https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Late-night-hook-up-at-IML-30936882

Went to the bunker in Paris last night. V dark room. I leant against a cushioned bench, bent over ass ready. Quite a lot of people milling around and stuff strarting to. Happen but not for me. The I felt a hand brush my cheeks and feel my hole,,he stopped and guided his prick in. Damn, he was wearing a condom! But still, nice to get the first fuck. His cock semi stiff went it went in, hardened as he,thrust in and out. He grunted pulled out and left. I put my fingers up my ass, he had stealthed me! I could feel the stickiness inside me. A few more fucks and loads, and then I git team tagged. Again first guy fingers my hole, can feel the stickiness and pushes hi cock head in. It's really wide but with a nudge he breaks through and he is in, in cum heaven! He thrusts deeply and slowly, I can feel the cute churning and on his cock as he pulls for the longer strokes. I reach under and feel his tight balls. He starts to thrust harder, with longer strokes, every now and then pulling out, I gasp at the emptiness but love the feel of th cum leaking out. He fucks me like this for a good ten minutes. Then speeds up , I start to back onto him, I want this cum. He pushes deep and unloads with a groan, keeps thrusting fucking his cum into me, and eventually pulls out still semi hard and a big gob of cum comes with it. As I reach up to feel my warm runny hole another cock slides in. This is narrower, but flares at the base, he pushes in through the cum, his dick is already really hard and the cum is running down is cock out of my ass. We get into a rhythm as I back onto him as he thrusts in, we are both working this really hard! He pulls out and slams in, and again. His breath starts to get raggedy so I push back harder and he really groans, shoots his load in me and holds me there, on the end of his cock. We stay like that for a few minutes while he loses hardness and slops out. My hole is a complete mess, hot with cum, batttered, open, cum dribbling out. A great fuck!

This hot 31 year old guy came over tonight to watch Sausage Party and I had a sausage party of my own first by drinking alll of his piss when he first arrived, which was quite a belly full and one that was delivered in my living room, but I held my own and swallowed every drop, even sucking on his piss slit like it was straw, nursing every last drop. Then during the movie I sucked his cock and balls for about 30 minutes and he fed me a powerful 5 shot load of cum that I savored. And just now as he was getting ready to go, I asked if he had any more piss and was rewarded with a belly full. He asked if the PH was different and I said yeah, it was a bit sharp... funny he could tell. But again we were in the living room and I didn't want to spill so I kept gulping it down no matter what it tasted like. I'm a good piss drinker and live to serve hot guys! Picture caption: This is his cock from another time when we were in my hot tub.

I always have a difficult time deciding where i want it! i LOVE to swallow cum! LOVE the taste! LOVE feeling it squirt out the hole into my mouth! But also love the feeling of knowing he;s cumming in my hole! The best for me has always been thsoe guys who cum multiple times in a row... I had a really hot asian stud, that was never happy with a visit with less then 3 loads shot! So, I would suck the first load from him, always the biggest, and swallow it...keep sucking and a few minutes later he would fuck me a second load! Third load was always his choice! I waited to cum till he was finished, then he wanted to see me shoot on his spent cock, and then lick up my own cum and swallow my load off his cock! God I miss him!

I don't need to be strapped down just bring all your friends and use my holes.

Hot! Can't wait for part 3!

After Adam, it was a while before I barebacked again. I had sex with Aaron again over Christmas, but other than that I really wasn't messing around with guys much. I was working really hard and my firm is the kind where I can work late (past 8pm) and they provide dinner and you get a car to take you home. That seemed so much easier than any other way of working and I needed to keep my billing hours up. Basically, this is why I wasn't fucking around much. One day, I went home at 8pm because I wanted to jack off and then work in my underwear with the tv on. I would feel more relaxed. I also popped on AOL and a4a, no grindr yet, and was chatting with guys while I worked. Both my profiles were very clear, SAFE SEX ONLY. I found this really great guy, John, and he was one of those guys that gets me to open up easily and he was also hot. He was shorter than me, 5'11" and had a baseball player's build - big arms and shoulders and strong legs with a tapered waist and tight stomach (no abs showing like me, but I was just thinner). We had a good time chatting while I worked. I worked like this at night a few nights a week over a period of a few months and I'd regularly chat with John. John was a great guy, living in the suburbs about an hour away, and I was never sure that I'd meet him. I learned that he was kind of slutty, which I liked. He dated a lot of guys, but was never finding someone he really wanted to date long term. His parents and friends were cool with him being gay and he still lived at home, which was a nice suburban house with a hot tub and pool, nice backyard, deck. I told him about Will and Aaron. I told him that I was mostly a bottom, but was working a lot and not doing much with guys. We talked about music, movies, etc. and had a really good time chatting. It was easy. One night we chatted about bareback and safe sex. I admitted that I had fucked bareback with a few guys. He responded by saying that my profile said safe sex only and I said, I really want to use condoms, but I can get carried away. He said, he'd done it with and without condoms. I asked how he made is decision about condom use and he said he could always tell when a bottom was slutty enough to fuck without condoms. I asked how and he said sometimes by how they act or what they say, but usually how they act and what they say when they are naked. He said the key was whether or not the bottom specifically mentioned a condom once they were about to fuck. He asked how I decided and I told him it was usually spur of the moment and I didn't think about it. But, I did say with Will it was an active decision. He said he understood and we chatted about other things after that. Later that week, John invited me to a bbq he was having. His parents would be out of town and he was having a bunch of guys over to hang out, drink, smoke a little, and that I should definitely come. I was nervous about meeting him in person. What if he didn't like me once we met? What if his friends thought I was ugly? What if...What if...etc??? These are all things I thought and never said to John. Instead, I said what do your friends know about me and he said that you are hot, tall, smart, and a good guy. I asked if they knew what I'd told him about getting barebacked. He said, "No way. That is our secret." I told him I'd decide that weekend based on my workload but I really wanted to meet him and he said he hoped I'd come. The Party That Changed Everything I decided to go to the party. I thought it would be great to make some new gay friends since I still didn't really have a "core" group to hang out with regularly. I was also really excited to meet John. I didn't know if we'd date, have sex or just be good friends, but I really wanted one or more of them to happen. I was also nervous because I was worried he wouldn't like me, etc. It was really warm out, so I wore a tight polo shirt and shorts that showed off my ass. I also brought a small trunk bathing suit with the "football pants" ties in the front and a tank top in case we swam. John had also said I could stay over if I was took drunk to drive home. So I brought another shirt too. (I am kind of a clothes fanatic. I like to look good.) I got there and I was really nervous. I waited outside for a minute in my car thinking I would just leave. Instead, I saw some hot guys going in and I decided to get out of my car. I rang the bell and John opened the door. God he was fucking gorgeous.....he looked exactly like I'd always hoped he would - the high school baseball star, but aged 27. He was excited to see me and gave me a huge hug. I was so relieved. He took me out to the deck where guys were chatting and hanging out, swimming, drinking, etc. It was like everyone knew each other. John said they all knew each other from dating, the suburban bars, high school, etc. Every guy was bi or gay. So many hot guys. John could see I was nervous and a bit out of place. He took my hand and said, "You are so hot. I'm so glad you came. Let's get a drink and I'll introduce you to people." We got vodka lemonades, I made mine strong to calm my nerves. He introduced me around and by the time we got back around to the drinks, his two best friends were in the kitchen. He left me with them and I had a couple more drinks with them. Greg and Andy, the best friends, and I decided to go swimming because we were drinking too fast. They already had their suits on and I said I needed to change and Greg said, "Just go naked." We all laughed. I went to the bathroom and slipped out of my clothes and into my suit. I came out and the guys in the kitchen stared. Greg sad, "I could tell you had a great body, but damn John can pick the hotties." I blushed and a few guys said they liked my suit. We went out to swim. It was fun. We laughed and played around and eventually Andy and I were in these floating chairs. Greg or one of the other guys brought us drinks when they refilled. It was an easy day. I was getting a little drunk and the food was ready. We went inside and a few guys were standing around chatting and eating. One of the guys was telling a story about a really slutty hookup of his that he met at the bar last weekend. Brief story, the storyteller who was totally hot - short, tan, ripped body and a good solid face - said he met this dude, they danced, and then went to the parking lot and instead of leaving, the guy let him fuck him right there. The storyteller ended by saying he was such a slut, he begged me to cum inside him. One of the guys said, "Did you?" The storyteller said yes. I was getting a bit hard, but hidden behind the breakfast bar, my increasingly hard cock was hidden from view. John appeared next to me just as the conversation became one of safe versus bareback sex. Most of the guys said they only did safe sex. The storyteller called out one guy he'd fucked bareback and the guy blushed and agreed he had no always used condoms. Greg and Andy and John all said that bareback sex was hot, but they usually did it with condoms. Everyone seemed to look at me at one point and I said, I always use condoms. I was so embarrassed that I'd had to say anything. John put his hand on my ass and squeezed. I looked at him and he winked. After that, the party broke up into groups again. People swimming, drinking, the music got louder. I was hanging out with Greg and Andy and John. Greg got his pipe and we smoked some pot in the back yard while sitting in some awesome patio chairs. I was high and kinda drunk by now. Greg was generous with his stuff. He was really nice. I was now only in my tank top and swimsuit. Greg brought the conversation to tops and bottoms. Greg and Andy were versatile and had fucked each other a few times. John was almost always a top, but had tried bottoming. I admitted I was almost always the one getting fucked. Then Greg, who I guess was the aggressive one of the friends, brought the conversation back around to the bareback discussion. Under some pressure from the guys, I admitted that guys had fucked me bareback. Greg was interested and asked me details. I shared as we smoked some more. John was smiling and said, "I was keeping your secrets, but get you a little drunk and high and you open up so easy." We all laughed. At this point, it was getting dark and the party was breaking up. Some guys had other stuff to do and still another larger group had planned to go out to the bars after John's party and John let them all get changed in his house. It was now down to Greg, Andy, John and myself. John said, "We have a ton of booze left, let's get drunk and everyone can stay over." I agreed. We helped John clean up and hung out on the deck drinking and talking. I was getting cold so John told me to come upstairs and he'd try to find something to fit me (I'm 6'2". He's 5'11". Might be a challenge.) We went upstairs and we quickly found a tee shirt and light jacket, but the pants were an issue. We ran to his brother's room (in Europe for the summer) and he came back with some sweat pants that barely fit me. He said, "Sorry best I can do." I dropped my swimsuit and put on my briefs and the sweatpants. That's when John kissed me. I was really turned on and kissed him back and we made out. After a few minutes John said, "Let's go back downstairs." He put on sweat pants and sweat shirt and we went downstairs. The other guys had jackets or jeans on because they were cold too. We had some more drinks and then Greg says, "Look what I found in my jacket pocket?" It was a little bag of white powder. He asked us if we wanted to do some lines of coke. I admitted that I never had. The other guys said, "Don't worry. We'll take care of you if anything goes wrong." I was nervous but I did the lines with them. I was high as fuck from the booze, pot and now the coke. I was also so horny from being around the hot guys in swimsuits and making out with John a few minutes earlier. I went back inside to make drinks and John came with me. He asked how I was feeling and I told him I was good, but really high and horny. John kissed me again and we went to the living room to make out on the couch. Our clothes came off pretty fast and soon I was straddling his lap in just my underwear. He was just in his sweat pants. I do remember that he didn't put on underwear earlier because I could feel his hard cock pushing on me through the sweat pants. The other guys had come in to get drinks and see if we were alright. They saw us making out and Greg laughed and said, "Alright John!" Andy punched him in the arm and they just watched. I was so high and turned on that didn't care. After a while, my underwear was off and John's cock was out of the sweat pants. He bent me over the couch and started eating my ass. I could see Greg and Andy kissing and they were stroking each other's cocks, but they were really watching John and I. John ate my ass like it was his fucking favorite thing to do. He stayed at it forever. I remember giving him head, but not as much as I remember how he ate my ass. I was pulling my ass cheeks apart as far as they would go. He was definitely inside the outer sphincter penetrating me with his tongue over and over like he was fucking me with it. I was a fucking bitch in heat. He stopped and laid his cock on my ass. I looked back at him and said, "Condom and lube?" He said, "No problem. Be right back." Greg and Andy came over at this point and ran their hands over my ass, but nothing more. They went over and sat on the other couch and took off their pants and kept stroking their hard cocks. John came back and lubed my ass and I lubed his cock and he called his friends "pervs" but didn't tell them to leave and neither did I. He sat on the couch and handed me the condom and I straddled him and we made out some more. At this point his friends were directly behind me about 8 feet and I couldn't care less. I wanted John so badly. As we made out his cock kept rubbing against my ass and on my hole that he had opened up so much. I still had the condom in my hand. He reached down and held his cock to make me moan more as I rubbed my ass on it. I kissed him hard and just started to back my bare ass down on his cock. He looked into my eyes and I just kept sliding down. I winced and halted and he grabbed both my hands. He could feel the unopened condom in the one and squeezed that hand. I slid my ass further down on his cock and said I want this. He moaned and let me start riding his cock. I heard his friends say something, but I didn't care. I was just loving riding John's cock. it was 7" cut and felt good sliding in and out of my bare ass. I didn't care that his friends saw be getting fucked barebacked. John bent me over the back of the couch and started really fucking me. At this point Greg came around and put his cock in my face. I started sucking his Greg's cock. Now I was getting spitroasted by these two guys and John called me a slut and said my ass felt so good. He fucked me for like 10 minutes and I was sucking Greg and licking his balls, but my focus was on John so I'm not sure how much attention Greg's cock was really getting. John said, I'm coming and he blew his load in my ass. He kind of collapsed on top of me and kissed my neck. I stopped sucking Greg and kissed John. John slipped from my ass and I turned over and he stroked me and went to suck me. Greg walked around and picked up my legs and stood in front of me and pulled me forward until his cock was lined up with my ass. I saw the condom on the couch between John and I and he saw me look at it and said, "No way am I using that after I saw you take him bareback." He then slipped inside my ass. Greg didn't last long and he came fairly quickly, but his cock was thicker. John then fucked me again and came inside me. Andy came by jerking off on the other couch watching us. I came as John was fucking me the second time. Greg and Andy fell asleep on the other couch and John and I went to his bed. He sucked my cock in bed and I came again. It was an awesome night. I woke up before everyone in the morning and was taking a shower when I heard the door to the bathroom open. It was Andy. He said it was really hot watching me getting fucked last night. He also said he's glad I felt comfortable enough to let him watch. Then he got in the shower with me. Andy pushed me against the wall and said it was his turn to fuck me. He was such a nice guy but this aggressive side was hot and I got hard. He squirted some shampoo on his cock and slid it in my ass. He said, "I'll be quick because the shampoo will burn in a bit." Andy just went to town on my ass. He fucked me hard and quick and then came in my ass after only a few minutes. I was so turned on that I came on the tile wall. After we finished Andy picked my cum up with his fingers and ate it. It was an awesome morning. We drove to the city and all went to brunch. John, Greg, Andy and I hung out until mid afternoon and then they went back to the burbs. John and I chatted again after that my phone and email. He said he felt uncomfortable dating me because I'd let his friends fuck me bareback. He said I was too slutty for him, but he wanted to be friends. After that conversation, our friendship fizzled. Greg came into the city to go to the bars a lot more than the other boys. He often slept over at my place when he didn't pick up a boy and he fucked me a lot. I always took his load and never asked him to use a condom. Greg disappeared from my world one day and I haven't seen him since although he and Andy still talk sometimes. Andy and I only fucked a few more times including a couple of 3somes with Greg, but Andy got a boyfriend by the next year and they moved to Hawaii and got married. Seriously, Andy is an awesome guy and we are still friends. I'm not sure his husband knows all about me, but once when his husband was drunk he called me a cum dump and I just smiled. John's party basically blew my mind. I almost never used a condom since I slid down on John's cock with the unopened condom still in my hand. There are a few more stories of me slipping further into being a cum dump from my online hookups which became more frequent, to boyfriends, to poz guys, to my first real fuck buddy. More to come......I hope you guys still like it.

Chapter VII I finally decided I had been gone long enough, had just checked time and found I had been gone from the room for over an hour now. I still had no idea what the hell I should do and was so confused about my feelings. Never even had thought about cheating on my wife and now had and with a guy and then found out he was HIV positive to boot. Not only that but then after finding out, had let him fuck me several times last night. What the hell was I thinking. It had felt amazing with his huge cock, but hell, I always considered myself completely straight and now this. OMG I just could not get my head around it at all, yet. I had left Steve, the hitcher I had picked up, back in my motel room where he had been looking over something or other on his laptop. I headed back there with still no idea what to do. I was to be here for about two weeks and had asked him to stay in the heat of our sex play. Do I let him stay now or not. I decided on the way back that I would leave that up to him as I could not go back on my word to let him stay. Needed a lot of talk with him anyway. Only a small talk with him before but I really needed to talk to him now about what had happened. What if I did become poz now? How could I explain that to my wife. The decisions were beyond me still at this time. As I got to the motel and started down the hall to my room, it looked like a guy was at the door there. I got nearer as the door opened and the guy entered and I found it had been my room. Who was this now? Strange. I used my card and opened the door and walked in to find Steve and the new guy hugging and kissing each other. What is this? Steve all at once noticed me and broke free. He told me, hey, look what I found online a bit ago. It turned out to be an old friend who had been driving through town. He hoped it was ok that he had invited him to stop by and say hi. I told him it was no big thing. He introduced us then and his friends name was Justin and Justin said he was glad to meet me and wondered if my name fit me well, Randy. I told him it did at times and we all had a laugh at that. Turned out they had met one other time when Steve was hitching through his town and they had hit it off really well then too. I didn't press the matter on that though. They both then sat down on the end of the beds and I sat in a chair facing them. They were talking and trying to catch up on things since last meeting which turned out to be almost a year before. Turned out most of their catching up had to do with who they had been doing. I listened and at times added my own comments or questions. It kind of then turned towards them both being poz then. I was kind of startled at that but for some reason found it exciting hearing about their 'escapades' in doing other neg guys. After a bit I noticed that my cock had started to get hard listening to them and kind of had to adjust my seating to kind of take some pressure off. As I was doing that my eyes were drawn downward and that is when I noticed something else I had not been aware of. Both Steve and Justin were wearing kind of short shorts and t-shirts and Steve was barefoot while Justin had on sandals. It looked like that is all they had on too. I noticed that Steve's cock was, although not completely hard, was snaked down the leg of his shorts at an angle and the head of it was just barely showing out the leg hole. I immediately turned my head and found my eyes locked on a large bulge in Justins shorts too. Didn't seem to be quite as big as Steve's monster but did look pretty big and basically also looked to be practically hard as it could get and threatening to pop out the top of his shorts. I still found this somewhat disturbing and immediately turned my head to look out the window to try and calm down my thoughts. It dawned on me that Steve was saying how that kind of caught them up to now and Justin asking what brought him here. Steve was telling him how he had started out on another hitchhiking trip and it had started to rain and about me almost hitting him and picking him up and bringing him here. I caught myself blushing then as Steve told Justin about us playing some strip poker last night and then about him and I having sex. He also told him it had been my first time ever with a guy and he had been the lucky one to pop my ass cherry. Justin got a good laugh out of that. Steve then told Justin that I was somewhat freaked out about him being poz and letting him cum in me and then letting him do me most of the night anyway. Justin laughed some more and looked at me and told me that it sure got addictive in a hurry didn't it? I had no idea what to say. They then both started to talk to me about it. They were saying and asking me about it. They wanted to know how I had liked it, how it had felt for my first ever M2M, what else did I need to know, how they both thought getting pozzed had helped them become freer and sex much better than ever. As we talked I became more comfortable. I was able to tell them how scared I was about what I had done. They both assured me that they were happy I had enjoyed it so much but also they felt how scared I was also. They said that was a natural thing and that they had both been scared when they did it, but now they thought it was the best thing ever. They had it and no longer had to worry about catching it anymore and could have sex with anyone now. I told them that was good for them, but I had thought I was straight and what would I do now after Steve was gone and then I found out I was poz. What would I do about my wife now. I was so confused. They both told me that there were straight guys who had tried gay sex and then went back to their old life and some did become poz. It would probably depend on how I handled it and if my marriage could handle it too. This talk did nothing to keep my damn cock from twitching though as the more we talked the more the thoughts came back about the night before with Steve. I could not deny that it had felt so wonderful. His huge cock pounding my hole like it had and filling me full of his toxic cum. I started to feel uncomfortable with my hard cock in my pants but didn't want to move. I also found I could not keep my eyes from roaming down to check out Steve and Justins' cocks and found that now both of them seemed to be very hard now too. Steve's was still held down my his shorts but now a good two inches of it was sticking out his pants leg and Justin's was now a good inch out of the top of his shorts. I found my eyes going down more and more and couldn't seem to help it. Then I did notice both of them grinning as my eyes came up. I asked what was so funny and they both laughed and Steve told me they both noticed I couldn't keep my eyes off of their cocks. I know my face had to redden at that but had to agree. I told them they both seemed to be well endowed for sure. Justin just stood up and pulled his t off and then dropped his shorts and kicked off his sandals and stood there naked. My mouth dropped open at this and I could not help but stare. He then told me he had about 9" and it was about as big around as Steve's cock. Steve had also stood up and took his clothes off too and his monster 12" stood straight up then. I could not seem to take a breath seeing two so magnificent cocks together like that. As I stared, Justin walked towards me till he was right in front of me and his cock pointing at me as I had leaned forward to stare at them. His cock was only about 3 inches in front of my face. I couldn't help myself as I reached for it and took it in my hand and started to stroke it. Why I was doing this I could not have said but just could not help myself. His cock was leaking precum and as I stroked it I leaned forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth. Only the second cock ever to be in my mouth and the flavor again was great and I soon was taking as much of his cock in my mouth and into my throat as I could. As I was sucking Justin's cock I noticed Steve come up beside me and he started to pull my shirt off. It was a button up shirt so he just had to unbutton it and take it off of my arms. He then gently was pushing me forward and up off of the chair and then reaching down to undo my pants and it felt wonderful to get my cock freed. It was up hard as a rock too. Then Justin started to back up holding my head to keep his cock in my mouth. I followed bent over and Steve took my pants off of each foot as we moved and then Justin was at the bed. He started to move up onto it still holding my head and his cock buried in my mouth and I could only follow him. I found myself on all fours on the bed with Justin's cock in my mouth and then Steve behind me. Steve the spread my ass and he then bent into me and his tongue started to rim my hole. I moaned then at the pleasure. My mind was swirling again and I could not believe what I was doing, but could not seem to stop. Justin kept quietly talking to me, saying how good it felt with my mouth on his cock. how nice my body was, and did I like how it was feeling and didn't it just feel so natural to be doing this. I was finally starting to relax some as the fantastic feelings washed over me. Steve's tongue in my ass was magic almost and then I felt his fingers opening me up again and my moans of pleasure increased. After about 10 minutes of this, Steve kept his fingers in me twirling them around as he asked Justin if he wanted to switch around so he could taste this nice ass. Justin was all for it and before I barely knew it Steve pulled his fingers from my hole as Justin pulled his cock out of my mouth. I groaned, wanting my hole filled again. The emptiness now was terrible. Fortunately I had little time for it as Steve slid under me and his cock entered my mouth as Justin's tongue and then his fingers entered my ass and I was back to feeling ecstasy again. They kept up what they were doing to me for another good 10 minutes. I thought I was in heaven almost. Feelings I had never known were washing over me in huge waves. Then Justin stopped his tongue and leaning up told Steve how great and tight my hole felt and he had three fingers in me and my hole was gripping him tight and trobbing too. He then said he couldn't wait anymore. I felt Justin raise up more then and then could feel his precum slicked cock being run up and down the crack of my ass. I tensed up then remembering that he was, like Steve, poz, but they were both murmuring to me to relax and let it happen and I would love it. Just let go and enjoy. I felt Justin.s cock at my hole then and it started to enter me. First just the head entered and he held still for a moment and told Steve how tight it felt and so nice too. Then he told us he couldn't help it and in one swoop he buried his whole huge cock deep into my ass. I tried to scream but with Steve's cock in my mouth and nowhere to move to I could only groan a little. It had hurt like hell but I felt his balls hit against me as his entire length was deep in me. He held still for a bit then and just as I thought it was ok he all of a sudden pulled back till almost out with only the head of his cock still in me and rammed it home again and then kept doing it harder and harder and faster and faster. At first I could only groan in pain but as he kept it up it finally started to ease up and then the pleasure started to come back and then it was great and I found myself shoving my ass back at him as he thrust deep into me. Justin kept up a battering of my hole and I found myself slamming my ass back at him with every instroke and loving it more and more. I was sucking and slurping hard on Steve's cock in my mouth trying to get as much in my mouth and throat as possible. Justin kept it up for a good 20 minutes and then I heard him gasp and he told me to get ready he was going to cum and fill me up. I found myself tense up again knowing he was toxic like Steve but had nowhere to move and don't think I could have anyway as the excitement and feelings were too much. Then Justin threw his head back and thrust one more time in me and held still and I could feel his cock throbbing and a huge hot flood inside me as he was cumming. He groaned and ground his cock in me as he kept cumming what seemed an impossible time. He then sagged over my back and kissed the back of my neck. I was still sucking hard on Steve's magnificent cock as Justin's cock became softer and he withdrew it from my now battered ass. As he got up off of me and laid down beside us, Steve all at once pulled my head off of him and rolled me over on my back and grabbed my legs. He then pulled them apart and lifted them high over his shoulders and drove his huge cock deep into my ass with one thrust. I groaned again, but this time, since I had already been opened up by Justin it was a groan of pure pleasure. He then started to pound my hole like Justin had, long, deep, hard thrusts that doubled me up with each thrust deep into my hole. As Steve was pounding my ass I felt Justin get up some and then he was over my head and sitting on my chest. He stuck his cock in my face and as I opened my mouth stuck his still partly hard cock in my mouth. I could taste the cum on it and then other tastes that must have been my ass juices and it was all great and I sucked him back to hard as steel again. Steve was pounding away in my hole for all he was worth and then I heard what he was saying. He was telling my how tight my hole still felt to him and how silky smooth it felt, how it kept gripping his cock and almost sucking on his cock. He then started saying how Justin's load in me felt great around his cock too and he loved being able to grind Justin's toxic load into me deeper and deeper. He kept it up for a long time and then he said to get ready. He was going to fill my ass again with his positive load and turn me poz also. There would be no going back for me when he got done and he was looking over Justin's shoulder and looking me right in the eyes as he said it. It was terrifying and unimaginably hot at the same time. He then groaned and drove his cock deep again and keeping eye contact told me to take my toxic cum and I felt his cock practically explode deep in me. His cum was flooding my hole and as he did my own cock erupted and I was cumming all over my stomach and Justin's back. Then Justin told me here I cum again too as he blasted his load down my throat. We then all collapsed on the bed in a heap as nobody had enough energy then to hardly move. I could hardly breathe with the emotions of what we had just done. After a bit I got up again to go to the bathroom. Again I could not help but reach between my legs to feel the cum leaking from my ass and as I looked I saw a lot of cum in my hand and again like the night before streaks of red in it that had to be my blood, only this time it seemed to be more. I got my hand mirror out of my bad there and held it to look at my now ruined hole. I was startled at what I saw there. My hole was barely, it seemed, close and was party open and I could see there was a small tear at one edge that had a drop or two of blood on it. I stared at it for a bit and then Justin came in the room. He asked if I liked what I was looking at. I told him it looked like they had tore me some. He told me that was probably natural as the size of their cocks did that to new guys a lot. He then told me the same thing Steve had the night before that he had tried to fuck me as hard as he did to make sure I tore and got roughed up inside to get their toxic babies in me quicker and help guarantee I would become poz. I was again dumb founded by this. I could not seem to move until Justin took my hand and was murmuring softly to me as he led me back into the other room. He was saying it would all be ok, just go with the feelings and let yourself become the cum whore I should be. Let it go. I was still out of it as he took me back to the bed and then I just let go and they both fucked me again and again until late again as I got 3 loads from each of them before we all fell asleep for the night.

I was in my 2nd year of grad school when I found out I was poz.* It was a stressful time for me, and it wasn't made any easier by one of my roommates, Tommy. I had answered a roommate-wanted ad in the local paper. There were three of us sharing a small house off-campus. I figured it would be a good situation, until I discovered that Tommy really didn't care about school. All he cared about was getting drunk and partying with his frat brothers. (Tommy was a 6th year senior and my age). Tommy was the son of rich parents (they bought him the house to live in while at school). He was tall and blond, fairly athletic and decently handsome. He had lots of toys (video games, motorcycle, etc) a few girlfriends, but he never kept them around long. Tommy was also a big, closeted faggot. I'd caught guys seeking out of his room before and I'd run into him at the adult bookstore a couple times. It was just one of our little secrets that we never spoke of. Anyway, Tommy had a nasty habit of getting trashed. We're talking wasted to the point of blackout. And vomiting. And pissing in the living room. He actually got this drunk a couple times a month. He would come home at like 2 am, crank the Doors on his stereo, throw one of my frozen pizzas in the oven and then proceed to pass out. This was sometimes on the weekdays when I had class the next day. I couldn't count the number of times the smoke alarm went off because of burning pizza. Needless to say, this was not my ideal living environment and I was desperate for the year to be done so I could leave. I was also getting more and more pissed off at Tommy and stressed out by him. I remember it was midterm time, and I was prepping for exams and working on my thesis (and dealing with being poz). I was in bed one night and I was awakened to hear him start banging around the kitchen. He was making enough noise to wake the whole house. (Thank god our other roommate was sleeping over at his girlfriend's more and more). I heard him go to his bedroom (next to mine) where he turned the TV on at full volume. And it's a porno. All I could hear were the loud moans of some chick having her brains fucked out. I tried to block the sound by putting a pillow over my head, but it was no use. I got up, headed to the kitchen (where I pulled out the pizza out of the oven before it started burning), and then headed to his bedroom to ask him to turn down the TV volume. I knocked on his door a couple of times - no answer, so I walked in. There was Tommy, passed out naked on his bed, face down in a small puddle of vomit, a butt plug in his ass. I walk in and turn down the TV, but I don't turn it off. I was about to, but then I got a very nasty idea. As I said, I was more than a bit pissed off at Tommy and I wanted some revenge. Even though the porn was straight, the dude was hot and had a huge cock. Watching him pummel pussy was actually getting me hard, so I walked over to Tommy and poked him a few times to see if I could get him to wake up. Nope. Just like usual he was out cold. So I experimented a bit by tugging on his butt plug. Damn, Tommy was a huge fucking bottom! The butt plug was thick as my fist at the base. Gentle tugging wouldn't budge that fucker out of his chute, so, I pulled...hard. I watched his assring dilate and then expel that huge toy onto his sheets. It was so fucking HOT! His lube bottle was on his nightstand, so I lubed up my fingers and started violating his hole with my digits. I must admit it was kinda hot to feel the heat of his raw ass around my probing fingers. And I fingered him hard! Still he didn't wake up. He never moved. Between the video and fingering Tommy's fuckpucker, I got a raging hardon that I was going to have to do something about. My first instinct was to jack off all over his back. Then I thought, no, I'll cum all over his face, but then I thought that would be leaving sticky evidence everywhere and he'd be able to put two and two together when he woke up in the morning. Which left me just one other option. It was wrong... it was bad... but damn if he didn't sorta deserve it! I was gonna fuck his rich faggot hole and breed his stupid, insensitive ass. I pulled down my sweats, greased up my 7 incher, climbed gently on top of him, and lined my head up with his hole. I was so turned on and so nervous at the same time. What if Tommy woke up? It would be a bit difficult to explain to him why my dick was in his asshole. But I decided it was now or never and I really wanted to get inside him. So I pushed right on in. The butt plug had done it's job: there was very little resistance as my dick slid inside his hot stinktube. I bottomed out easily inside him, and left it there-- barely daring to breathe. Tommy was still out cold and hadn't moved a muscle, which was kind of a shame. It would have been a bit hotter to have him struggle during my raping of his cunt. Since I hadn't cum in days. I was really close already. But I wanted to fuck him some before charging his guts. So I got into a pushup position, and slowly pistoned his ass with my rock hard meat. The wet heat of Tommy's raw ass around my cock coupled with the porn was more than I could take. So I sped up, thrust a few more times, and then let my load go. I knew I had a good one saved up. I felt my cock pulse eight or nine times, launching volley after volley of toxic sperm into my obnoxious roomate's asshole. I felt so guilty... and so good simultaneously. As soon as I was spent, I slipped out of his ass, grabbed the butt plug, lubed it, and shoved it (somewhat roughly) back into his ass. I thought I should leave him just the way I found him... only with a bit of my DNA seeping into his guts. And the butt plug would prevent any from leaking out during the night. Before I headed back to my own bedroom, I bent down and kissed Tommy gently on the cheek and whispered "Have fun explaining the HIV to your parents."

Taking POZ Seed in Atlanta I was interning in a corporate office to pick up some hours as I was putting myself through school. My boss, Tim, asked me to come along with him to Atlanta for a conference. He said it would be a good opportunity to interview prospective firms that I might apply to for work after school. The company was going to pay for our flight and our room, which we'd have to share, but I knew Tim was professional and it would not be an issue. How could I say no? The fist two days of the conference went well, and I handed out a bunch of resumes. One firm scheduled an interview with me and I nervously went. The interview was in a living room area in a suite shared by several partners in the firm. I met Chuck, a junior partner, right on time. He was wearing a nicely-tailored slim suit that only accentuated his muscular chest. He extended his hairy palm and shook my hand vigorously. I could feel myself going weak at the knees for this hunk, but managed to hold it together. Turns out that Chuck had gone to the same university as me and was impressed with my resume. After about thirty minutes chatting about life, my ten-year plan, etc., he told me that he would be pleased to offer me a job, on the spot, to start as soon as I got my diploma. Score!!! He offered to take me and my boss out to celebrate. Even though my boss, Tim, was married and had a family, I always suspected he was a closet-case. I couldn't help but sneak a peek at his chest as he showered and changed clothes for the night. My suspicions were confirmed when I met Chuck and Tim in the hotel lobby and both were dressed to impress. Both of them clearly worked out, and their tight t-shirts clung to every ripple of their muscles and their tight jeans left little to the imagining. They kissed on the cheek and hugged. We three hopped in a cab, with me in the middle. I knew there was some chemistry going on between these two and felt awkward being caught in the middle. The cab dropped us off on the north side of town and we barhopped, getting more and more drunk with each stop. By the last stop, Chuck and Tim couldn't keep their hands off each other and disappeared into the bathroom for what must have been fifteen minutes. I entertained myself at the bar, knowing those two studs were getting it on in the bathroom. The bartender chatted me up a bit and brought me a drink, “from an admirer,” he said, pointing to a really cute guy in his mid-30s a few stools down. I smiled at him and said thanks. He scooted to the stool next to me, and we flirted a little. He introduced himself as Brad, which made the bartender chuckle, so I doubted that was his real name. Brad had cropped black hair styled up into a faux-hawk , a chiseled stubbled jaw, and pale blue eyes that I wanted to stare into for a long time. He put his hand on my thigh and I let him. He bought me another drink. Still no sign of Tim and Chuck. After downing the second Jack and coke Brad had bought for me, I told him I would be right back and staggered to the bathroom, mostly to check on my current and future bosses. Sure enough, they were going at it hot and heavy in a stall. All of the urinals were occupied by guys pissing or guys wanking listening to the fucking going on behind the latched door. I let myself into the next stall and was surprised to find a glory hole. I knelt down to take a look and saw Chuck pounding the hell out of Tim's ass. I'm pretty sure it was bareback, but didn't want to get caught peeping, so I pissed and left. When I got back to the bar, Brad was still sitting there, with a fresh Jack and coke waiting for me. Something in the back of my head told me not to drink it, that he might have slipped something into it, but I figured, what the hell. He was super cute and I figured I was going to go home with him anyway, so what did I have to loose? From that point on, my memory of the evening is spotty at best. * * * I was on my knees in an alley, asphalt grinding into skin, as Brad face-fucked me. He had a thick uncut 8” cock and low-hanging balls that bounced with the force of him driving in and out of my mouth, my jaw opened to the limit. I remember seeing a scorpion tattoo on his groin. It was so sexy, almost dancing as his muscles flexed. “You like my tatt?” “Ummmmgh-huhghghg,” I gurgled as he kept fucking my face. “Want one of your own?” “Ummmmgh-huhghghg!” * * * Brad had somehow gotten me into his pick-up truck. I was slumped in the passenger side with my pants at my knees as he fisted my drooling boner. He was driving my somewhere. He got out of the truck and walked around, supporting me with his brawny arms, and walked me into a neon-lit tattoo parlor. “Just like mine,” I remember him telling the artist as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop. A bearded hulk of a guy with a rebel flag bandana and a long unkempt beard pulled my pants down and had to jerk back as my wet cock sprung up. Brad leaned me back and poured some whisky into my mouth as the tattoo artist laid down the design and began to trace it with the needles. • • • “No, let's go back to my hotel, Brad. It's classy. You'll like it,” I slurred. I couldn't believe I had invited this stranger back to my room, the room I was sharing with my boss who was more than likely hooking up as well! I remember leaning on him as he walked me through the lobby and into the elevator. We miraculously found the right room and let ourselves in. Sure enough, Tim and Chuck were in bed together, Chuck riding Tim's dick as he bounced him and down, their sweaty backs glistening in the low-light of the room. They froze as we walked in. Brad piped up, “Don't let us disturb you...” He was dragging me by now, into the bathroom. He flipped on the incredibly bright light and tore my clothes off. I remember the cold of the tile. I remember him sucking my dick as he traced my aching new tattoo with his finger. I remember him tongue-fucking my ass as my face was pressed against the bathtub rim. I remember him slapping me around a bit with his dick. I remember pushing back to meet his thrusts as he fucked me, bare. I remember shooting my load all over the floor and him pushing my face down into it and forcing me to lick it up. I remember him cumming deep in my ass, at least twice. The rest is a blank. • • • The next morning, I awoke sore from head to toe. My stomach was aching more than it ever had. Brad must have beat me black and blue. I had two black eyes, a bloody nose, and innumerable bruises all over my body. I was too weak to stand. Tim knocked gently on the door and let himself in. “Morning, tiger.” He was shocked to see me in the tub, naked, used, and abused. He was even more surprised by my new tattoo. “I didn't know you were a Scorpio.” Tim was a real gentleman, and helped me stand up and gently held me under the shower head. I knew he was getting hard and could feel his cock nuzzled up against my ass. “I've always thought you were so sexy, but if we ever screw, I want it to be nice for both of us. You're too messed up now to enjoy it...” I smiled weakly as he gingerly kissed my neck and rinsed me all over. I saw a river of pink as he washed my ass. “He must have really torn you up back there! Hope it was worth it!” It was only later that day that it really sunk it what had happened to me. I freaked out when I realized that he had fucked me raw and came in my ass at least twice. He had used me all night. I cried out several times, but Chuck and Tim thought it was because I was enjoying myself. On the flight home, I confessed to Tim what had happened and that I thought I had been drugged. “So did your new friend convince you to get that tatt?” “Yeah. It matches his.” “You know what that symbol can mean, right?” He told me and I was mortified. Brad might have been POZ. As soon as I got back to my dorm on campus, I dropped my stuff and headed to the student health clinic. They took blood samples and told me that I had definitely been given something other than booze. I tested NEG and had to go back every month for testing for a full six months just to be sure. Word to the wise, if you're in Atlanta, don't let “Brad” buy you a drink, unless, of course, you're into that sort of thing. Which I now am...

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Paul Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): [Number has changed] A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Western Mass 01104 weekends and Boston 02130 weekdays Times you're generally not available: After 8pm during the week Age: 54 Height: 6'1" Weight: 210 Ethnicity: White I can't host but I do travel easliy and no loads ever refused.