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PART 3 of Speed Breeding: All I knew about what was going to happen was when C.O. - a local, thug pimp who ran young twink guys on the street - dropped me off at Garrett’s house and told me, “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.” Garrett and his two homeless BBC buddies had spent the night keeping me filled with cocaine, Garrett’s troll dick, and raw BBC. Garrett said I needed to be fully trained and prepared for Friday night’s sex party where I would be one of two featured bottoms for the VIPs in the Speed Breeding booths. I would be naked and for $20, the tops - ANY top - could fuck me raw and cum in my ass - no questions asked. This was about 20 years ago when there was no PREP, no sex sites promoting BB fucking, and when safe sex and the AIDS-scare meant that raw fucking was a totally underground, taboo activity. Thus the appeal for these men. No awkward discussions on status. No demands at the last minute to wear a condom. No concern about some bitchy queen making a scene at the bar the next time they had a drink about them not playing safe. While I had never done anything like that before, I knew I wanted to and needed to - bad! So far, anything Garrett had thrown at me I had done and taken from his homeless buddies, to the panhandler up on the corner, to Garrett breeding me raw in the bar with his ugly old troll dick minutes after I met him. OK, so I was high on cocaine - coke - for most of it. But fuck it. Time to live a little. I had recently tested POZ and again - 20 years ago - that meant I probably had on a couple of good years left if that. I planned to go out in a blaze of glory and fucking enjoy life for once. Garrett had broken off from the triple tag play twice during the evening as his regular sweater queen butt buddies showed up apparently needing some troll dick too. Garrett laughed when he came back downstairs to my new basement apartment in his townhouse and slid right back up my ass, “You ever taken a dick right after it’s been up someone else’s ass?” he asked, “Wait until Speed Breeding, that’ll be the least freakiest part of it. Much of the ‘sex’ party is mostly posers walking around with a little grabbing, stroking, and sucking. It’s mostly watching and the tease of real sex. A few guys fuck in the corners for sure, but most folks are still too up tight to go all out so that’s where the Speed Breeding comes in. I need to ensure my guests don’t leave with blue balls.” I awoke sometime Wednesday morning much like the morning before in the midst of a tangle of homeless BBC man flesh and like the pig I was becoming reached back and guided a bruiser shaft into my ass. “Fucking cunt,” my guest said as he slid in my ass and began pumping, which awoke his buddy and soon two more loads were inside me. While they took turns using the shower and bathroom and gathering their shit up, I snorted a few lines of coke off a plate Garrett had left and tip toed up the stairs, pausing at the door to the first floor in case Garrett had company. I peeked around the kitchen and saw it was just him. Yeah the morning light only made his haggard, troll features more pronounced but as a thank you I calmly walked in, he turned, and I presented my cummy hole for inspection. “God damn,” Garrett said as he slid in me, BBC nutt sprinkling the linoleum beneath our feet, “You trying to wear my dick down to a nub? I literally cannot bust a load now no matter how much I try. Here, have some coffee. But, with the party on Friday you need to just do liquids for the next two days. No food. It’s important that you are ‘clean’ during the party if you know what I mean. While a cummy hole is one thing….” I smiled, “No worries. I understand. I’m not hungry anyways.” Garrett laughed, slid out of my hole, and as I kneeled and licked his shaft clean he sighed. Once done he handed me a fresh plate, “Good thing I got enough coke to kill an elephant. Fuck - for a newbie you can put that shit down and have a tolerance that most men would envy - and an ass too.” Well I was up, wired, and with our guests gone I followed Garrett up to the third floor of his town house, which served as his extended office. It looked like it had originally been a couple of bedrooms, but he had opened the walls, and the room was filled with boxes, shelves, papers, and God knew what. He adjusted his dick in his boxers as he sat at an old, oak desk, his coffee cup making a fresh ring of moisture on the wood, “As you can see. I told you I need the help.” Thanks to the plentiful cocaine, time flew and while I’m not sure we really did much that first day, it did make me realize there was clearly much more to Garrett than what one might initially see - both as a person and a business man. A deep voice bellowed from downstairs, “WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT MAN?” It was C.O., the pimp. Garrett looked at his watch and said, “I believe you have plans tonight? C.O. may be rough around the edges, but he will protect you, so no matter how new, scary, or whatever the situation may appear, just know he will bring you back home safe and sound.” Home. Part of me had not been sure I would ever have that again, but within a few days I had found one, and new friends. Speaking of, C.O. bellowed again and I laughed, “GET THAT FUCKING WHITE BUSSY DOWN HERE! YOU KNOW PLAYIN COY AND SHIT AIN’T HOPPIN. WHERE’S DAT WHORE? MY NICCAS WAITING ON THAT TWEAKER ASS BUT FIRST I NEED ME A TASTE SO I CAN PUNISH SOME GUTS! I GOTZ SOME MILK FOR THEM TASTEE-OS, DOES A BOOTY GOOD!” Oh yeah, I liked him! Garrett stayed in his office as I went downstairs to greet our guest. C.O. was standing on the lower landing, looking up, and seemed to enjoy the peaks of flesh my running shorts created as I came down the stairs. I stopped a few steps above him so I could look him in the eye, “YOU READY TO GET SOME MANDINGO DICK ALL UP THEM GUTS?” he asked, “READY TO LET ANY NICCA THAT WANTS IT TO CLIMB UP IN THAT BUSSY AND BEAT IT DEEP?” C.O. got his answer a minute later as I lay on my back on the sheets still moist and stanking from the homeless BBC tag team and begged him to ‘fuck my white cunt’. I stuffed a few bags of coke in my short’s pocket and we as drove to meet up with his friends C.O. blew some smoke out the driver’s side window, grabbed the bulge in his pants and said, “WHEN WE GET IN THE JOINT I WANT YOU TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. I’LL SET YOU UP IN THE FRONT ROOM. IF A NICCA SLAPS YOU - SAY THANK YOU. IF HE SPITS ON YOU - SAY THANK YOU. IF HE PINS YOU DOWN AND RIPS THAT CUNT RAW AS HE TALKS SMACK - SAY THANK YOU - NOTHING ELSE. WHORE’S DON’T SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO YOU HEAR ME? YOU UNDERSTAND? WE AIN’T PLAYIN HERE. THESE NICCAS MAY START OUT ONE OFF AND A BIT EASY BUT TRUST - AS THE GAME GOES ON, ADRENALINE PUMPS, DRUGS AND DRINK LOOSEN THE BROTHAS UP - SHIT’S GOING TO GET BUCK WILD.” Well, the night was far more that I could have ever imagined and rare that someone can honestly and truly say they were gang raped. Any resistance my ass had was broken. Any instinct to resist, push back, run, tap out, was fucked out me. It is amazing what one can endure and now when I hear tops speak about a bottom that said they couldn’t take a 8-inch dick I laugh - they have no fucking idea how to be a true bottom - a true slut - a true whore for cum and dick and even if you have to pay for the experience, it makes your future life as a bottom so fucking much better! C.O. drove me home several hours later. He double parked, eased me out of the passenger’s seat, and held me up as we walked down the driveway between the two townhouses to the back yard gate and the entrance to my basement apartment. I fumbled with the keys - my mind and body beyond my control right then. Next thing I knew I was face down in the small patch of grass in Garrett’s backyard as C.O. drove his elongated black dick into my well-used ass. “FUCKING WHORE CUNT. LOVE THAT WHITE PINK PUSSY. YOU BEST BE LEAVING YOUR DOOR UNLOCKED AT NIGHT OTHERWISE I WOULD HATE TO HAVE TO BREAK MY MAN’S SHIT UP TO GET IN AND TAKE WHAT I NEED. NOW THAT I KNOW YOU A TRUE FREAK SLUT, MAYBE WILL SEND A FEW GUYS OVER ON THE REGULAR, OFFER SOME OFF-THE-MENU SIDE SNATCH FOR THOSE CUSTOMERS WHO WANT SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE OFF THE STREET GRID.” Garrett was waiting in my apartment when I was plopped on the bed. Had he heard us in the yard? Had the neighbors? Garrett shoved a couple pills in my mouth and held up a glass to make me drink like I was an invalid and then I was out. “Drink this,” a distant voice said. Once, twice maybe? I rolled over and moaned. Jesus fuck my body was sore. I swiped a hand across my face - fuck I stank too - or it was the sheets - or all of the above. I eased to an upright position and on the small table by the bed was a pitcher of orange juice, slightly melted ice cubes in a glass, and a plate of cocaine - fat, long lines of snow white - fitting as it was an old troll/dwarf who left them for me. I tried to snort the coke first but my throat was so dry I just gagged and coughed and huffed half of it right back out. A glass of juice later I was better, and then a few lines, more juice, and I was raring to go. I got off the bed, threw on a t-shirt and shorts and slowly made my way upstairs. Garrett was not on the first floor, it was daylight out, and the clock said 2:00 p.m. There was more coke in the kitchen and I needed it. Wiping my nose I slowly took step after step up to the third floor and found Garrett behind his desk. He smiled, “And on the third day Christ arose,” he said. I squinted my eyes in question, “Ok, it’s been two days, You’re early. But still.” It was Friday? I had been out like what 30+ hours? A fucking ton of coke later and I was wired and raring to bend over for a donkey dick - literally. Garrett led me to the warehouse where the sex party was going to be. We stopped in an alley between the warehouse and a few apartment buildings that faced Rhode Island Ave. He leered at me, held out a brown bottle of coke, had me sniff up, then asked, “WANT A QUICK LOAD UP THAT ASS BEFORE WE GO IN? BEFORE YOU BECOME THE QUEEN - APOLOGIES - THE KING OF SPEED BREEDING? IS THAT ASS READY?” In response I tried to snap the finger off that he had wedged in my hole, then bent over, opened up like a summer flower, and waited for him to put his stinger in me to fill me with his nectar. Yeah, Speed Breeding was going to be fucking fun! 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!)

Chapter IV. HUNG DAD told me I should go to the bathroom and see if my boy was ready to work that pig hole out of his ass. He thought I might be in more need of it than him. My boy was in the shower so I climbed in the shower with him, knelt down, and asked him to push back like he was taking a shit. I got my hands soapy and worked my fingers in beside that rubbery pig hole. Eventually, after much moaning, it started to ease its way out. I hadn’t realized how deep it went. It must have been seven inches into his ass, tapering at the head just like a real cock. When it finally plopped out, my boy groaned with a mix of delight and hunger. I knew he wanted that full feeling again, always. I rinsed out his ass with my tongue and my soapy fingers. Globs of cum ran out of his hole making me totally hard again. "FILL ME UP," he commanded. I slid my dick into his gaping hole, but he couldn’t even feel it. Unsatisfied, he tried to clench down on me, and his hole closed, but not nearly enough to get me off. I suggested he take a break and keep that hole ready for the BB BBQ to come. The pig hole had been in the bottom of the tub and was more or less clean and ready to slide up my ass. We tried inserting it, but I was just too tight. We toweled each other off and headed back to the living room hoping that HUNG DAD would help slide that rubber monstrosity into me. He was gone, but had left us a note which read 'MEET AT WILL’S AT 7:00 PM. HAVE YOUR HOLES WET AND READY'. We smiled, both knowing we were in for some an extended adventure, so prudently we headed upstairs to take a nap. We had set an alarm for 6:30, or we might have slept late. Arising, we again rinsed ourselves, which were a bit sweaty from having tossing around in bed, too turned on to sleep deeply. Slipping into our respective jockstraps, we took a few minutes to ate each other’s ass, and to lube each other - just to be ready for the night's festivities. Our jockstraps matched; they were ones we’d purchased for our anniversary. We topped the look off with short running shorts and thought we’d go shirtless. I made sure to grab a six-pack of beer bottles, removing one so there was a spare slot to carry the pig hole with us. W e held hands on the short walk to Will’s house. When we got there, there was no one inside, but we heard voices and laughter from the backyard. We walked around the house and saw Jimmy, HUNG DAD, Will, and a few other guys drinking beer from bottles and cajoling one another. All were shirtless, and Jimmy was in his jockstrap, with his blindfold tucked in at the back covering his surely stretched-out hole. We shook hands with Will and HUNG DAD, and Jimmy grinned sideways at us. Will introduced us to his buddies, and they were all smiles. There was Sam, an older guy with big meaty pecs and an even bigger belly. Sam licked his lips when he shook hands with my boy. There were three or four other guys there, all a bit heavyset and around Will’s and HUNG DAD’s age. I thought I had seen one or two of them at the hardware store on trips to pick up supplies. I was pretty sure I’d checked them out while looking for screws and nails. We knew that we were all here for a BB BBQ and excited to make new friends. Will threw some burgers and brats on the grill and suggested we all get to know each other. Standing at the grill, he shucked down his shorts, letting his big cock flop out. He tossed his shorts to Jimmy and suggested that he keep the patio from being cluttered with discarded clothing. Jimmy nodded, and went guy-to-guy collecting their clothes. "You’ll get these back tomorrow," he said to one guy as he pulled his pants down. Once we were all down to jocks or naked, HUNG DAD forced Jimmy down to his knees, saying "You remember Sam, right? Get Sam nice and wet so he can start this fuck party deep in your ass, boy!" Jimmy nodded and sunk to the ground, swallowing Sam’s cock to the root. Sam was a thick guy with a gut and chest covered in grey hair. He had massive paws that he used to force Jimmy’s head down so he could really skullfuck him. Jimmy didn’t seem to mind, and he didn’t gag at all as he took that cock balls deep down his throat. HUNG DAD nodded to me and pointed to his cock. I took the hint, and forced my boy down onto HUNG DAD’s rapidly hardening manhood. I was about to go down on Will at the grill when he pointed to the kitchen screen door. Hours earlier, my boy and I had walked through that same screen door and into a new life. When I saw who was standing there, I realized why we’d been invited to the country in the first place. Standing totally nude in the doorway was the man who owned the house we’d rented for the summer. We hadn’t seen Mack since we’d agreed to rent the house. He lived in our co-op back in the city, and we’d seen him out and about less and less recently. He’d been dealing with some illness that seemed to leave him weaker and thinner each time we saw him. That was why the house had fallen behind on repairs, and why he’d offered it to us at a crazy low rate if we’d fix it up… or so we thought. Mack was a little guy, maybe three or four inches shorter than my boy, and I’d never seen him shirtless before, let alone naked. He had all of his body hair shaven off, even his pubes. With his bald head, and trim lean body, he looked like a miniature skinny Mr. Clean. What wasn’t miniature or skinny was his ten-inch hard cock, sticking straight out. It looked even bigger and thicker than Will’s epic schlong. Will chuckled saying "I think you boys know our old buddy, Mack." My boy pulled off of HUNG DAD’s cock to say a quick hello, as if he was just a friendly neighbor and not a cock-hungry slut. Mack smiled and waved, then smiled at me and reached down to grab his cock. Mack was skinnier than I remembered him, maybe even a bit frail. There was nothing sickly about his mammoth cock, and I did my best to show him a good time. I managed to get the head and a bit of the shaft down my throat and felt proud of myself. Everyone stood there in silence with Sam, HUNG DAD, and Mack getting deep-throated while the other guys stood around and jerked off. It felt nice having an audience. Meanwhile, Will kept the grill going, flipping burgers and whistling to himself. He cut the gas off and closed the lid, announcing "The meat will need a few minutes. Wanna say we get this BB BBQ started?" The guys cheered him on, grabbing me, my boy, and Jimmy and tossing us over the picnic table. We were lined up shoulder-to-shoulder, ass up. Mack went down on my hole, as Sam started to devour Jimmy’s butt, and HUNG DAD on my boy. I knew they were opening all three of us up to take raw dick. I felt Mack replacing his tongue with his fingers, first one, then two, then three. I heard myself groaning in pleasure, but my boy went strangely quiet. He had his brown furrowed, really concentrating on opening up. When Mack was satisfied, he pulled HUNG DAD off of my boy and lined up his epic cock with my boy’s hole, now opened and glistening with spit. Mack looked over at me and raised an eyebrow, asking "A little help here, please?" I grabbed his thick bare cock and helped ease it into my boy. HUNG DAD seemed miffed to have had his toy taken away and walked over to me, but honestly, HUNG DAD didn’t stand a chance of getting his cock into me, not without some work. He saw the pig hole we’d borrowed from Will and grabbed it. HUNG DAD spit into my upturned ass and tried to force it into me. I was happy to be opened up, but kind of disappointed that the intense action at my own backdoor was preventing me from watching my boy take Mack’s raw cock for the first time, or was it? Mack leaned forward as he kept driving more and more of that raw dick into my boy. "Fuck, boy. I’ve wanted your hole again for so long." Again, I thought 'Once in the laundry room wasn’t nearly enough'. My boy grunted in approval of Mack's comment. "You were so tight. I knew my buddies up here in the country would help open you up and get you ready for our potent seed." My boy sighed again. Will appeared at the other side of the table and slid his cock into my boy’s mouth. I was watching my boy get fucked at both ends by surely the biggest cocks he’d ever taken. And my boy was loving it. HUNG DAD slapped his dick against my hole and tried to jam his head into me, but I was still too tight. He had found some lube and forcefully jammed the pig hole all the way into me. I howled with pleasure and pain. Satisfied that I had it as deep as it would go, he spanked me a little and walked away to pull Sam’s face out of Jimmy’s ass only to hand Jimmy the blindfold with the instruction "Get ready. You know what’s coming, boy." Jimmy tied the blindfold around his face as Sam re-positioned himself, his wet cock sliding down Jimmy’s throat. One of the other guys got behind me, and another in front. I was glad that it was the guy with a normal cock, even if I couldn’t remember his name. He slid into the pig hole. Even though his dick was more or less average, the pig hole had me more opened up than I’d ever been. As much as that freaked me out, I took pride knowing that my boy was even more stretched out, taking Mack’s raw cock to the root and Will’s tool down his throat. Will and Mack went to town on both ends of my boy. When Will was close to cumming, he pulled out and walked around to my boy’s ass. Mack took a break and walked over to his face. I realized that my boy had cheated on me with Mack at some point, and I knew I want get that whole story sometime, but I was too busy getting raw-fucked to play detective. The guy inside me picked up his pace and I knew he close to breeding me. I tried to clamp down on the pig hole and concentrate on the dick slapping against my lips. With the pig hole, I couldn’t feel his cock swell, or even the cum start to shoot out, but I could feel a wetness deep inside, and I was proud of myself. The guys switched places and I focused on cleaning off the cock that just bred me, not even sure of either guy’s name. Someone else slid into me as I heard Will cumming inside my boy, filling him up the same way he did Jimmy this morning, stretched out and raw. Even though it was Will’s second load directly deposited into my boy’s hole, I thought it must be different now that my boy was opened up and the pig hole was not in the way. The pig hole didn’t seem to bother the guy topping me. He held onto my hips and shot off deep inside me. Again, I could only sense his pace and breathing change and then felt that familiar dampness. Mack walked back around and grabbed Will’s dick as it plopped out of my boy’s hole. He cupped his hand under my boy’s ass as globs of Will's cum drooled out, using Will’s seed to get his cock extra slippery, only to slide his whole thing into my boy. Now that I was freshly bred with two strangers’ loads, and still stuffed with the pig hole, they turned the attention to HUNG DAD really going to town on his son’s upturned ass. I knelt down with my face right beside Mack’s cock as it slid and out of my boy’s unprotected ass. Mack shivered and rammed forward, breeding my boy with his big cock, my face just inches away. I moaned as Mack kept sliding in and out, white cum foam puddling out of my boy’s hole and onto Mack’s dick. When Mack slowly pulled out of my boy, He slid it right into my mouth as Will lowered his face to my boy’s ass and lapped away. I cleaned Mack’s cock as he slapped my cheeks with it and then down my cum-hungry throat. HUNG DAD fired his load into Jimmy’s ass and let Sam have a turn. My boy got on his knees to help HUNG DAD clean up. When my boy’s mouth was sloppy with cum he looked up, with lust in his eyes and said, simply, "Thanks for inviting us," and then resumed savoring HUNG DAD’s cock. Mack patted me on the back, saying, “I knew you both had what it takes. You keep sharing your holes, and you’ll join the brotherhood before you know it." I smiled, and then wondered to myself if ‘the brotherhood’ was coded language. Was Mack getting sicker because he was POZ too? Is that how HUNG DAD would have met him in our living room? To be continued…

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…

Making My Dreams Cum True I went to a leather bar in New York, dressed in my leather chaps, vest and cap. I had been there several times, hoping on each occasion to hook up with one particular very hot Leather Man. We had eyed each other a few times, but nothing had happened. This particular Friday night I intended to try harder, so I wore a worn, tight pair of 501s which displayed my tight ass quite well. Shortly after entering the bar, I headed to the men’s room, and in the process brushed-up against him as he lounged against the bar. Sure enough he followed me into the restroom, and stood at the urinal next to me. Naturally, my cock immediately came to attention and, upon noticing it, he drawled “Boy, that cock sure looks good, and your butt looks even better!" I replied “I’d sure like your cock to know my tight hole better.” Giving me a somewhat sinister look he asked “You bareback?” “Well, I’ve never been barebacked, but you’re so hot I think I just might. If you’re safe.” “Yeah, I’m safe,” he replied, and with that we agreed to meet the following night at his place. Finally Saturday night arrived. All day I had been both excited and leery of barebacking with him, but the thought of playing with him took control. At least that’s what my asshole seemed to be saying as it twitched throughout my day time activities. When I arrived at his apartment he gave me a drink to relax, and it definitely worked. In short order I was so fucking horny I don’t think I had ever before felt so excited. Looking back, I’m sure he had spiked my drink, just to put me in the mood to have my neg hole used raw. He took me down into his dimly lit dungeon where a leather sling hung next to a leather draped which was illuminated by two large candles on opposing sides of the table. He instructed me to lay in the sling. I eagerly complied, and within seconds found myself restrained. He opened a drawer which was filled with toys. My cock remained rock hard as I anticipated the pleasures that were before me as he selected a large dildo and slowly worked it up my quivering hole. Man, I was utterly overwhelmed in sexual excitement, and naturally wanted more and more, so I was not all that surprised when I found myself begging for his raw cock, which only made him ply my hole all the harder. Even so, after thoroughly loosening up my ass, he slowly and deliberately removed his leather cod piece, and then lowered the sling so he could straddle over my mouth, ordering me to slowly lick his cock and announce my desires. So I found myself speaking to his cock, telling it I wanted, no, I needed hot cum in my hole. Slowly his cock began to rise. Damn, it was unbelievably large – perhaps as much as nine inches of pure man muscle, when fully erect. Fuck, I needed to be fucked. Perhaps reading my mind, he raised the sling into position over the leather draped table, and positioning the candles to provide the necessary lighting, he used a pre-prepared turkey baster to insert a white liquid into my ass, pausing briefly only to explain the liquid was cum that he had saved-up just for the occasion. Damn, I was so ready to receive his hot hard cock deep within my ass. Involuntarily I found myself begging to feel it, and to my pleasure he positioned himself at the entrance to my hole and whispered “What do you want?” “My ass full of your cum,” I whispered in reply. He slowly worked his cock into my ass, sliding it in and out, preparing it for his eventual assault. “This is only the beginning,” he advised as he varied his pace and the angle of insertion, giving me a wide range of sensations to enjoy. As the tension increased, again I found myself begging for his load, but he cautioned me saying “Not so fast. You’ve gotta earn the right to enjoy my gift. And that means I’m in charge.” With that he withdrew, and inserting the turkey baster again into my ass, he forced additional cum into my hole, but this time he used a small brush to work it in deeply. Fuck, what a feeling! To be filled with man cum, lubing my hole in preparation for his raw cock. Damn! It was like being fucked for the first time, all over again! After he had vigorously abraded my hole, the brush bristles were pink with my blood. “Your hole is ready to receive my man cum. Is this what you want?” “Absolutely,” I replied. My hole was in desperate need of his cum. With that he pushed his rock hard cock deep into my ass. Again he asked "What do you want?" “Your cum,” I replied, as he fucked deeper and deeper. “Again,” he demanded. “I need your cum, Sir." “Well then, you will receive it. If you truly want the seed of lust, Boy. You do know what I mean, don’t you Boy? "Yes, Sir, your seed,” I replied. “You know my seed is special, don’t you, Boy. That it’s charged hot seed. You want my special seed in your hole, don’t you, Boy?” My hole twitched and tightened on his cock in acknowledgement. I was absolutely ready to be blessed with his seed, but he slowed the assault on my hole, and delayed gifting me, asking yet again “Are you willing to take my poz load deep into your ass and to be almost certainly be converted?” My hole relaxed as if to let him drive his cock home Damn! I was gonna get a poz load! My hole rejoiced with excitement beyond anything I had known before. I looked directly into his intense eyes and shot my final neg load all over myself as, with a final thrust, he announced “As you wish, Boy. Here’s my poz seed!” blowing volley after volley of his charged load deep into my ass. The next weekend, four of his friends would each blow his load into my ass – just as a reward to me for being such a good bottom boy. Ah, if only in my dreams!

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!)

He looked down at my hole. He slapped his covered cock onto my hole a few times, teasing it with his head. I saw him stroking his penis with his spit getting ready to penetrate me again. Eddie: Oh fuck I'm gonna make your pretty pussy gape. And he thrust into me in one shot and held it steady deep. He had my ankles up still and just started to grind out and in slowly. Eddie: Do you feel all of me in you faggot. I'm balls deep. I couldn't speak due to the girth of his cock but I still held him tight by his hips as he made himself fit. He pulled all the way out. Eddie: Oh yeah pretty puss is already starting to stretch. And pushed back in. Eddie: Tell me to go faster faggot. Tell me what you need in you. Jacob: Oh Sir! Fuck!! Please don't stop. Eddie: That's right faggot. He started to pump more and more into me until I was babbling incoherently about how good he felt using me like his cock glove. He kept bottoming out his balls slapping against mine, the sound driving us both crazy. Eddie: Oh boy you feel so good wrapped around me! He grabbed both my ankles in one of his strong hands and started to fuck me on my side a little, using his other hand to stretch open one of my cheeks. Eddie: Fuck I've got a two week load built up, and I. am going to. smear. your. walls! He kept fucking me more aggressively with every word. He grabbed my ankles one on each hand again and spread my legs out and knees at my chest and drove himself home. Eddie: I'm about to cum son. He said as he built up his speed. Eddie: Baby boy can I shoot in your hole. Jacob: Fuck no! Even with your condom, pull out! He picked up his pace and held my ankles down tighter. Eddie: Oh too late baby boy I'm shooting I'm shooting! I felt his cock bounce in my ass as it pulsed his cum into the condom. Jacob: Dude what the fuck you were supposed to pull out! He didn't stop fucking me. Eddie: Baby boy look down at my cock. I had to bend my head up awkwardly while he was still rough fucking me. Jacob: What the fuck man! The condom came off! Eddie: Yes it did pretty boy. I broke them both right away, I don't fuck with condoms. Jacob: Get off me man! He held me in place. Eddie: What's the matter straight boy? Haven't gotten off yourself yet. And doesn't that cold feeling feel so good down there. Do you feel me in you, smearing up against all those pretty walls you have. I struggled to release myself but he was stronger. Eddie: I already came, but I can stay hard enough to fuck you more if you still wanna cum. Jacob: But dude you came inside me. Eddie: Yeah and it's your turn to feel that good. Feel me still inside you, still making you make these noises. He had me there, he didn't lose any part of his erection and he still had me moaning. Eddie: I already came, all I can do now is make you feel good. Jacob: Alright fine dude but just until I cum. Eddie: Let's make this fast then faggot.

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.”

Stopped at the bookstore again ladt night. Took 14 loads in my ass and 5 down the throat. Never looked at a dingle guy so i would never know who was fucking me. When the room was finally empty i waited a few minutes and started to put my shorts on when anotjer guy walked in saying he was going to use my cum.filled ass too. Stripped out my shorts that alteafy had some leaked cum in them and bent over. He rammed his cock into my wet pussy and fucked so hard cum was streaming down the inside of my legs. Unloaded in me, zipped up and left. I got dressed and as i was leaving, cum stains wetting my pants i rralized it was a clerk that had bred me. "Next time invite me to the party" he said. Believe me, i will!

Two loads from a silver daddy (not even that much older than me). His profile said he was partnered but I didn't ask. Decent thick dick. He pounded in the first one. After a while said he wanted to see me cum and slow fucked hitting my p-spot until I couldn't hold off anymore and shot all over my chest after drizzling loads of pre-cum first (the best!). He used my cum to finish it off with his second load in my hole. He had taken viagra and was still hard but said he probably could not cum again. Sucked him for a while but that was it.

Part VII I think I have gone crazy. Here I am laying beside a guy on a park bench filled with his poz cum, again, and supposed to be straight. All I can think of is wanting some more now. This can't be. I hear a voice and look up to find another of his buddies just coming in the tent. He is sayin how nice that looks and is dropping his shorts and soon in naked as well. He climbs on the table with us and my legs just kind of on their own go up and out. His hard cock centers on me and he drives it deep into my ass. I can only moan in pleasure. The first guy gets up and tells us he will be back and leaves. This new guy is pounding my hole hard and deep and all I can do is moan in my pleasure. He is hitting my prostate and driving me wild again. My mind is in a panic but my ass is loving this and I can't do anything but drive back onto his cock as he drills me good. I find myself begging for more and more and harder and faster. He complies and pile drives me with all his might. My ass is on fire. "Do me, do me, do me," is my chant. I hear some rustling and look around to find at least 5 or 6 other guys have come into the tent now. I hear myself telling them to line up, I want you all. OMG, what the hell am I saying? Soon this second guy grunts he is cumming and grinds his cock into me, then gets up and another guy takes his place. On and on they go, as one gets done another takes his place. I can't seem to stop or get enough. I want them all. "Fuck me," I tell them. They all keep dumping their loads into my willing ass and I am loving it. Finally, they seem to be done though. I look around and the first guy is back and sitting beside me and telling me it is ok now. Just to relax and and let it happen. He kisses me again and I fall to sleep in his arms as he climbs on the table with me.

PART 4: 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 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. Once Hawk and his two Aryan goons had gotten what they needed and given me what they wanted - three raw dicks, three loads of questionable-status cum, a hole full of meth shards, and of course what I had stolen for them from the DEA evidence locker - I was ordered to get back to the DEA office to dig around for more intel for Hawk. He was vague about what intel and I asked, “You said you have other people there. Why can’t they get it?” That got me a good slap and a snarl from Hawk who said, “Like I said agent. You’re a very smart man and so far, you have done O.K. Remember what I said will happen if you don’t cooperate and that goes for asking too damn many fucking questions and not doing what I ask, when I ask. Understand?” I showered, packed something to eat, and took a minute to crush up the baggies of meth Hawk had left. Too late to come off the shit now. I had to play my part, but also be smart about it, so I tucked the baggies into the top of my sock, secure inside my boot, and figured out I could use the small pen flashlight on my key chain as a metal straw to snort it up with when it was twisted apart. I wasn’t worried about being caught. Hell even if I walked close to one of the drug sniffing dogs, every agent in the place would set off his sniffer. We were around drugs all the time. The only other thing that might catch me up would be if we did urine tests, but that process was about as regular and current as the evidence locker - so again no worries. Back at the office I tackled a pile of paperwork on my desk and tried to focus on the task at hand and not how I was going to take down those low life animals. I about pissed myself when Paulie walked by and slammed his hand on my desk then pointed at me with a ‘don’t forget to ask your mom about her macaroni salad’ smile reminder. Yeah that was the last thing I was focused on right then. Then it hit me - was Paulie the one watching me for Hawk? I looked around. It could be any of them really - or none of them. How could I be sure? I couldn’t. I just had to keep my cool, do what he asked, and figure my way out of this. The meth helped me get through the stack of files on my desk in nothing flat. I then walked over to the intake desk and picked up the folder with the latest tips and call info. We would get rotated to that desk once every couple of weeks to review and handle any anonymous tips that had come in about drug dealers, sellers, or whatever. Most of it never panned out, but sometimes it did. Today however I was looking for something I could take to Hawk. I was flipping through the stack and had found a couple of promising items when my phone buzzed. “GET HERE - NOW.” It was Hawk. This time when I approached the warehouse where Hawk and his gang cooked and packaged and distributed their meth, I was clearly expected and being watched as the steel door swung open when I was a few feet away. I was frisked by two of Hawk’s masked, armed guards, who took my gun, my badge, my phone, but let me keep the papers I brought - and my DEA windbreaker. I was surprised again at how large the complex seemed as I was escorted down hallways, up stairs, down stairs, and finally we came to a cool, wet corridor that had water dripping from large, overhead pipes. We entered a door at the end of the hall, and there was Hawk, strutting in all his Aryan self-glory. At least he had on pants, but no shirt and his muscles rippled as he finished wiping the worst of the blood off his hands. He smiled, “Ah agent. Good. You are just in time. I want you to meet my competitor. In truth he used to be my protégé. I gave him everything. Even taught him a few secrets of the cook. But then, he then disappeared. Just poof! Gone. I presumed he was dead. Imagine my surprise when we raided one of the labs from the intel you gave us and voila! He was one of many happy findings today.” Hawk circled the man like he was seeking an as yet unbruised part of skin which to abuse. I clenched my fists and fought the urge to try to kick the shit out of him right then and there. “AGENT - AGENT! NO WORRIES. THE METH HIGH WILL EVEN OUT IN A DAY OR TWO. YOU WILL EITHER LEARN TO MANAGE IT TO BECOME A FUNCTIONAL ADDICT, OR NOT. AND IF NOT...WELL...AS YOU CAN SEE I DO TAKE FAILURE AND BETRAYAL SERIOUSLY,” Hawk said as he stepped right up to me. He then finished his little tantrum with, “I want you to kill him agent. One shot. To the head. Here. You may use your own gun even. There is only one bullet in the chamber so you may be tempted to shoot one of my men - or even me instead - remember all those other lives that will be lost from your foolish action.” I didn’t have to consider my response. “No,” I said. “I won’t do it. I will stick to the deal, but I won’t kill or hurt anyone. You might have people at the DEA, but clearly they are fuck ups or you would not need me. I got you more in a few hours than clearly anyone else has in a long time. I’m more useful to you alive but I won’t do this.” Hawk showed his teeth, his jaw muscles twitched as he controlled his anger. Clearly this was a man who not used to being told no. He then patted me on the arm, “Very well agent. Let’s you and I spend some alone time then.” Escorted to a small room that contained a filthy, used mattress on the floor and which was littered with liquor, drug, and smoke remnants, Hawk took off his pants, spit on his dick, and stroked it to it’s full hardness. “SHOW ME YOUR ASS AGENT. NO LEAVE YOUR JACKET ON. YOU ARE MY DEA BITCH. I TOLD YOU I WOULD MAKE YOU A CUM DUMP - MY AIDS FAGGOT - BUT FIRST LET ME SEE IF I CAN ADD SOME OF YOUR BLOOD TO THIS TOWEL TOO. I DO LIKE TO INSPECT MY HANDIWORK.” Hawk was rubbing his coated hands up under my shirt, marking me and cleaning himself off at the same time as the latest shards of meth burned into the cuts and scrapes he had created like a Blitzkrieg that was intent on erasing all resistance to his coming, viral invasion. “YOU READY FOR MY POZ ARYAN CUM AGENT? I WILL IMPREGNATE YOU OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER AND JUST LIKE TODAY, EACH AND EVERY TIME WILL BE AS I DEMAND - RAW, BLOODY, AND TO REMIND YOU THAT I OWN YOU LOCK, STOCK, AND BARREL. YOU AND I ARE ONE NOW, TIL DEATH DO US PART AGENT - YOU AND I ARE ONE NOW AGENT AS MY AIDS BUG UNITES US IN A VOW OF POISON!” I lay there and took Hawk’s probing fingers, the digging of his nails, the brutality of his raw dick, and his explosion of eggs inside me. What else could I do then? Nothing. While my logical mind reassured me that fighting back would not gain me anything, that I was outmatched, that I had to focus on surviving and the long game, I could not help but feel ashamed, weak, impotent. When he was done, Hawk spat on my prone body, then reached down and gently tugged my DEA windbreaker back into position, “I MUST LEAVE YOU NOW AGENT. EVEN AFTER ALL I HAVE SAID AND ALL YOU HAVE DONE I STILL BELIEVE THAT SOME PART OF YOU DOES NOT QUITE TAKE ME SERIOUSLY ENOUGH. FOUR OF MY GUARDS ARE OUTSIDE. THEY HAVE BEEN TRAINED IN CERTAIN TECHNIQUES TO ENSURE COMPLIANCE. BONES MAY BEND AND NOT BREAK. SOCKETS AND TENDONS MAY MISALIGN AND STRETCH THE WRONG WAY WITHOUT TEARING. THE BODY MAY BE HIT AND PUNISHED SO THAT ANY BRUISING IS ON THE INSIDE AND DOES NOT SHOW. THESE ARE SKILLS THAT MUST BE PRACTICED AGENT. USED. HONED. SO I HAVE OFFERED THEM YOU. OH YES OF COURSE THEY WILL FUCK YOU TOO AND FILL YOUR ASS WITH UNMEDICATED AIDS AND OTHER VIRUSES. NOT ONLY ARE THEY ANXIOUS TO FLEX THEIR UNIQUE SKILLS, THEY ARE ANXIOUS TO - AS THEY SAY - FUCK A DEA BITCH!” The four masked guards entered the room and circled me. I said not a word, but I marked their eyes - eyes I would never forget - and then they began. While they had left their masks on to prevent me from seeing their faces, in addition to their eyes two of them seemed not to notice as the sleeves on their arms slid up during their ‘training’. The patches of skin showed parts of very distinctive tattoos on their forearms. They took my quietness as acceptance of what they were doing to me - it was not - I was using all of my energy to commit those tatts to memory, and filed them with the images of their eyes now burned inside my skull. I would take these animals down too. Meth burned my gut lining as more of it was shoved up my ass and fingered into my nose and gums by the masked assailants. I had lost track of time, of the numbers of connections of their flesh to mine - of their gloved hands to my limbs - of their booted feet to my body. My DEA windbreaker lay in tatters beneath me as it had been sliced off my body by one of the guards. He was now sitting in a chair, his mask rolled up enough so he could smoke. Another guard was kneeling over my head so I could suck on his dick while his cohort plunged in and out of my ripped ass ring. The door slammed open, Hawk strode in, “WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO AGENT? GOD DAMN IT WHAT DID YOU DO?” he screamed. Hawk - in his rants and raves - disclosed that Chris, my former best friend/lover who had betrayed me, had been picked up by men driving a dark sedan about 30 minutes ago. One of Hawk’s guys who was watching him saw it all go down. Hawk’s guy also saw that Chris was carrying not only a full supply of meth he was supposed to drop off, but a large backpack of cash from one of the pickups. Hawk had immediately put the word out to the police on his payroll at the local precinct, but Chris never showed there. He never showed up anywhere. Where did the men go? Where was Chris? What had I done? Hawk was livid and spittle flew from his mouth as one question after another pummeled me. With the four guards’ DNA leaking from my bloody ass, the taste of their skin still on my tongue, I sat up, looked at Hawk and innocently asked, “HOW COULD I HAVE DONE ANYTHING AT ALL? I’VE BEEN HERE. FOR HOURS AND HOURS AS YOU KNOW. I HAVE NOT LEFT THIS ROOM SINCE YOU - WHAT DID YOU CALL IT? OH YES - MADE ME YOUR DEA BITCH. AND THEN OF COURSE I WAS JOINED BY YOUR MEN HERE FOR THEIR LITTLE GAME. HOW COULD I HAVE KNOWN WHERE CHRIS WAS? HOW COULD I HAVE TOLD THE COPS? DO YOU HAVE ANY WATER? I’M KIND OF PARCHED.” Hawk clearly didn’t believe me, but he also knew that what I said was true. He said to his men, “GET HIS PHONE. CUT HIS FUCKING FINGER OFF TO UNLOCK IT IF YOU HAVE TO. I WANT IT SEARCHED - ALL TEXTS, CALLS, EMAILS, EVERYTHING. THEN CHECK THE SIM CARD.” As Hawk turned in frustration to leave the room I hollered, “So hard to find good help these days isn’t it?” Hawk paused, turned, and glared. I could see on his face and his eyes he wanted to hit me, kick me, fuck me. I knew I was pushing it, but I couldn’t resist. He had to feel unsure - they all did. Then they would make the mistakes I needed to take them all down. Hawk gave a wild sweep of his arm, “GET THEM ALL IN HERE. EVERY FUCKING ONE. I DON’T CARE IF THEY SWING THAT WAY OR NOT. I EXPECT EVERY GOD DAMN DICK WITHIN A MILE OF THIS PLACE TO FUCK MR. DEA AGENT HERE. DRUG HIM UP AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT. SOMEONE NEEDS TO PAY FOR THIS FUCK UP SO UNLESS ONE OF YOU IS GOING TO STEP FORWARD, THEN IT’S HIM.” In the face of the flood to come I just smiled at my Aryan Master - Game on asshole! Back in the evidence locker, in a corner far to the back, on a shelf covered in grime and dust, nestled at the bottom of a box that had seemingly not been touched in years was an old cell phone with a number that had never been traced, or logged into evidence. It vibrated - white letters appeared on the blue-lit screen: “THANK YOU FOR THE TIP AND ACCESS CODE. IT PAID OFF. WE CAUGHT THE GUY AND GAVE A BLOW TO THOSE POISON PUSHERS. PERP ALREADY OUT OF TOWN IN SAFE LOCATION AND NO ONE OUTSIDE ME AND REGIONAL FBI OFFICE KNOW. NO ONE LOCAL IN LOOP. AND AS YOU SAID HE’S TOO MESSED UP TO KNOW ANYTHING OR PROVIDE GOOD INFO, BUT THE LOSS OF CASH AND PRODUCT COUNTS. ALREADY WORKING ON MIRRORING ALL OTHER TECH PINGS. ANYMORE INFO FALLS INTO YOUR LAP, YOU KNOW HOW TO REACH ME. - ASSISTANT D.A. MCLEOD” (*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!)

I am not gonna fucking lie about it. Getting fucked by a POZ cock is great. Taking tainted seed is great. But taking the diseased dick of a dude you knocked up is one of the most intense and erotic experiences a fag can have. The bonus buzz for taking a BLACK POZ COCK that you got POZZED up is beyond anything I have experienced. The only think I ask in the way of a "stud" fee is that I get the first load they blast after testing POZ. Number one and Number two both gladly returned my demon seed. Each one was on the same day they officially knew that my cock was not shooting blanks. My young (19) black stallion got his POZ confirmation yesterday. I did not get his cock until this afternoon. It ain't no spoiler alert, just a fact, when I say it was one of the most incredible fucks of my life. Carter was away and in a bit awkward situation. He had gone to Charlotte for his first round of activities as a scholarship basketball player at Queens University. A physical on his first day (last Monday 6/25) included a normal STD screen. Shortly after that, that sweet black ass found out he had gono. Lady C had gifted it to me the night we had Trey's grad party. No doubt, I had pumped a little gono infused cum a time or two. To add to Carter's comfort level, they started asking a lot of sexual questions and took blood and piss samples for another, deeper round of STD testing. Wednesday morning, just before drills started, the coach and team doctor ushered Carter into the world of the known POZ. I am not sure I have heard the whole story, but they will work with him to get undetectable and he can still be on the team. He called me during his lunch break yesterday and gave me the news. While I was certain I would eventually have him converted, I expected it would be a while until we knew. Evidently the extra testing included some of the early HIV tests. He had been mostly convinced he would be able to keep his place on the team and scholarship, but it was not a sure thing. It is good that will work out. Still he is going to have a very narrow window to breed before the school year starts. He was, to say the least, pumped the hell up when he called. It took me a bit to even figure out what he was saying. Finally, he was able to have enough coherent thought to say "you knocked my ass up man". He continued with: " you fucking gave me HIV". He got even louder as he said: " But I had the balls to take it like a real man". We talked for a hour or so. I really wanted to make him stop and reflect a bit. We all (or those who have chased or gifted know) how bone hard we get when thinking about someone getting knocked up. But, once the rush that is part of converting leaves, we have to know what to expect. Carter is going to be POZ for his entire adult life, he needed to know how to deal with that once the sex thrill subsides. The tanned ginger whore Trey sucked the fag lollipop yesterday and got two fucking red lines. But then, by even the most conservative estimates, he had gotten nailed with over 50 POZ loads. Of course we had given him that great graduation party that included 8 gifts. He spent a week at the beach with Dave and between strange fucks and Dave's cock, he took 25 or so loads at the beach. Once back in town, he was letting any cock that could get hard plow his hole. I know I put three more loads in that well-used ass. He was back at the beach with his family. Yeah, parents, siblings, grandparents aunts, uncles and cousins. I was pretty sure he had some fuck flu going the last time I pumped him, but he was not saying much. Evidently, at the beach he got to feeling worse. Of course, he was sneaking out each night and getting cock too---so not sure how bad. Wednesday he had a big fever and his momma took him to the e-r. Not sure what it would have been like to find out I was POZ during a annual family get together, and with my momma sitting next to me. They are not coming back early....but from the few texts I have gotten, it should pretty tense. Actually, he sent me a "happy face" emoji and the word pregnant. It was an hour later that once came in that was just "so happy". So, I feel he is where he wants to be relative the virus, but the sudden and very public exposure of his virus (he was very much out as a gay man) was not what he had envisioned. I had no doubt he was already converting. I just cannot imagine any immune system taking the onslaught of jacked up jizz he took and not become POZ. Of course I cannot claim that one, much as I would like to. So, I am unsure if I will get him to top me now that he is POZ. But I hope too. Since he has been going all nudist on us, the little skinny ginger twink is browned up an beautiful. Plus, with all the cock he has taken, it would be truly a random load of unknown origins. That is still hot--any cum, any strain, any cock, any time. Carter has had some incredible exposures since he took that first cock, if you recall, a BBC attached to a hard fucking serious top. He is one horny little fucker and now has the "badge" to prove he puts his ass where the cock is. Carter told me he would be done at Queens (no, not WITH queens!!) at noon and should be home by 2. I left work early and we met at my place. I have a pretty long drive home--40 minutes. I never had the miles or minutes go so slowly. Plus, I was so horned up my dick drooled pre-cum all the fucking way. It was a noticeable spot on my pants when I got out of the car. As it was a nice day, I had to walk past about 15 people to get to the door inside. I know most don't notice, but I always seem to feel they do. It was weird doing that walk of shame in broad daylight.....BEFORE THE FUCKING STARTED. I got in my place and quickly stripped, hit the bong a couple times and jumped in the shower. I had left the door unlocked. I knew he would find his way in. I enjoyed the shower. I was very clean and very relaxed when I was finished. I walked out to the bedroom while drying my hair. I was with amazingly stunned surprise that I saw that magnificent black stud, fully nude, steel shaft hard relaxed on my bed. I could not say a word. I just dropped the towel, rushed to the bed and dropped down beside him. Still silent, our POZ bodies embraced. The electricity that flowed between black and white, between former chaser and gifted, between two very horny queers was fucking flaming intense. I am not sure I have ever craved a specific dick, for a specific reason any more than I did at that moment. Continuing without speaking, I rolled over, rose on my knees and offered my white ass to that youthful ebony god. He lubed up and grabbed my ass with both hands. With little warning and even less fitness, he drove that black spike deep into my hole. The ecstasy and the pain were quickly at a threshold I do not often hit. I vowed to myself to stay silent and let this young stud do as he wants. It is his first POZ fuck and he needs to do it his way. I am just the lucky fucking bottom whore. The whore who took his bottom POZ cherry and the whore who will take his top POZ cherry. He can be a nicely accomplished top. He fucks well, has amazing rhythm and knows a lot about position and leverage. I was getting none of that shit. He was fucking me hard and with a purpose, he was determined to bust his POZ nut and soon. He simply was fucking me hard and in a very animalistic way. I knew he could not last long at the rate he was blistering my rectum. I also, was unsure how much of that pounding I could really stand. And, as I knew would be the case, he started grunting those pre-ejaculation grunts that only mean one thing--the orgasm has started. And with one last giant gasp, he launched into me, his first load as a POZ man. I clamped down on that black meat like it would be the last dick I ever had. Only then did he speak, you know I was expecting something eloquent to mark the occasion. What did I get: " tag, you are it motherfucker". I have an appointment with my tattoo chick tomorrow. Via the needle and ink, my number three conversion is gonna be "notched" into my body. I cannot wait to see them together again. But then, if they get to arguing about who got knocked up the best way.....it may be a little to much.

As I had been told, the following weekend I met Joe, and he, Mark and I had a very intense weekend. Joe arrived at about 8:00 PM on Friday evening, greeting Mark and me with a bear hug. Just looking at him, my cock twitched with excitement, especially as his cock was bulging in his tight 501 Levi jeans. He was about 6' 2", was nicely built, had a full head of dark, even black hair, as well as a full black beard. Just my type. Mark led us down into the dungeon where we had a few drinks while watching the TIM film, Viral Loads. Seated between Mark and Joe, two hot leather men, my cock involuntarily got harder and harder. Noticing as much, and gauging I was ready, Mark pushed my head down onto Joe’s lap, ordering me to “Lick the wet spot on my buddy’s crotch.” Of course I was more than willing to do so. Joe opened his jeans and extracted his seven inch cock, which was, as I suspected, already hard. I devoured every inch. Mark, meanwhile, managed to rip a hole in the ass of my jeans, and vigorously fingered my hole with two fingers, and then even managed to place a wet kiss on my ass lips. Damn, my hole wanted to get more and more, and both Joe and Mark were just the men to give me what I wanted. Picking me up, Joe carried me to his sling where he expertly restrained me. This was the same sling where I had my ass had received its first poz load from Mark. Now it was time to willingly take more of his highly toxic cum deep into my ass. I had been anticipating this second baptism the entire week, and damn, my hole was more than ready. Before this would happen, however, Mark ordered me to worship his poz seed, and I was to accomplish that through the respectful worship of his cock, which he facilitated by standing directly behind my head, and allowing me to lick his soft cock and balls, sporadically, however, withdrawing from my reach, teasing me, urging me to describe the desire I felt for his manly member. The courtly language of the past sprung to mind, and seemed to suit the occasion: “Your cock is the erotic gifter of the pleasures I seek,” and “Let your member speak to me, and return my lust,” and again, “Oh sir, fill me with your cock and leave with me your toxic poz seed.” Slowly, with the dignity the occasion merited, Mark's cock rose to its full dignity, which, of course, turned-on Joe, who all this time had been preparing my ass with a large dildo which he inserted into my body through the hole Mark had ripped in the seat of my jeans. My cock, meanwhile, strained against my jeans, leaking pre-cum in generous quantities, which soaked through the jeans, and led Mark to pull my jeans off, and, securing my cock by the base to discourage further erection, he snapped a leather cod piece on my cock. Both leather men continued to use my body, Mark, by fucking my face, and Joe by rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack, teasing my hole with his juicy dock head. Man, I was so fuckin’ horny. Perhaps thinking of the film we had been watching, Joe then used a baster to squirt a generous quantity of cum into my ass, confirming my unspoken question, that yes, it was poz cum. Just to add to the experience, Mark then slid a frozen cum popsicle into my mouth, which, in softening, left me feeling totally immersed in toxic poz cum: toxic poz cum dripping into my hole, and no less erotic, toxic poz cum was melting in my mouth. “It’s now time for you to receive more of my highly toxic cum,” Mark intoned, and apparently having choreographed the move, Mark and Joe moved the portable sling over to the leather breeding table, and in a deft movement, Mark slid a chrome speculum into my hungry hole, which made it easy for him to squeeze the contents of a condom into my cavity. I was gratified when Mark casually remarked the poz seed he was now giving me was from Joe, and that it constituted no less than four loads. As the last drops of Joe’s load disappeared into my hole, Mark removed the speculum, and inserted his magnificent, toxic gifter cock. My cock throbbed under its leather cod piece, and my hole was on fire. Mark’s cock felt so good. My ass muscles tightened around his cock, welcoming it, pleading with it to plunge deeper, ever deeper. Mark, however, was not one to be hurried, and established his own pace in splitting me open. Slowly, gradually, Mark moved deeper, ignoring my pleas that he plunge in balls-deep. Joe, meanwhile, was not one to stand aside idly, but rather he stood over my head, and slid his cock into my mouth, face-fucking me as only a leather man can carry off, his cock head drooling generous quantities of poz cum in the process, which told me he was approaching his climax, as was Mark, who groaned he was about to blow his toxic poz load into my hole – poz seed for both my willing and desirous mouth and my no less willing and desirous ass. Just then, as I thought Joe was about to blow his load deep in my throat, he withdrew his cock from my mouth and managed to order to me extend my tongue, which I did just in time for him to blow his load on my lips, face, chin and tongue. Oh man, his hot poz cum on my tongue, and while I was tempted to immediately relish it, Joe forestalled by action by immediately licking-up the stray drops of cum, and sharing all of it with me in a deep, all-encompassing kiss, a kiss that surely pushed Mark over the top, and he announced as much by yelling “Receive my poz load!” as he blew another deadly load in my hole.

(late 90's) I look back now and wished I'd taken better advantage of my youth. I was in my 20's and did absolutely nothing social. I was creative if you gave me a pen and paper but if you plopped me down in a gathering of friends, I was quiet and boring. The only contact I had with other people was at work or with my friend Troy. I only had a friendship with him because he'd foisted it upon me. He lived on the same floor of the my apartment building and absolutely refused to be ignored. He was flamboyantly gay and figured out I was closeted pretty early on. We forced me to interact with him no matter how cold my attitude was. I started to like him. No sexual attraction at all, but he had a good heart. He was throwing himself a birthday party at a club downtown, and not going was out of the question. I'd never been to a gay bar before, but there was just no way out of it. So on that Friday bight, I dressed up a little and went to this place called "Jax". I hated it at first. Everybody knew each other and everybody was having fun. I almost walked right back out, but Troy had already seen me. I was the first of his guests to arrive. I walked over to where he was sitting and sat across from him. "No.No. Sit next to me. Be my arm candy. This has always been my favorite table because you can see everyone that walks in. You're early. God! You really don't know anything, do you? Never come early or right on time to a party, Les! The bartender is delivering a pitcher of beer and some shots. I was going to drink it all as a warm-up, but I'll share." "Happy birthday, Troy." "Thank you, Sweetie. Than you for the card as well. Nobody sends birthday cards anymore...the only ones I got were from you and my mom." The club was starting to fill up, but only about three more of his invitees came. We all sat on the same side of the table because Troy didn't want anybody blocking his view of the action. We drank a lot. I wasn't really used to alcohol but had a high tolerance for it somehow. Metabolism? Anyway, the party was pretty much a bust. The other "friends" blew kisses and left for other hot spots. I stayed because I figured my friend would be too wasted to get himself home. "Dumb queens. Who needs 'em? Thank you for staying, Les. I know how much you hate it here, Means a lot." And then a small group of guy in robes and pajamas blustered through the front door. Weird. "Ugh. Another pajama party. Those are getting way too common these days. Oh God, that bald guy is carrying a teddy bear. Look." "What do they do at a pajama party?" "They all go club to club in their PJ's and then back to somebody's place to have a group fuck or something. I refuse to go to one. I sleep in the buff anyway. Oh no!" "What?" "The Ripper is among them." "The what? Who?" "See that guy with the curly reddish-brown hair and beard? The really tall one? That's The Ripper." "Why is he called that?" "It fits. You take him to your place and he rips your rectum and then rips your valuables. Rips condoms. Rips you completely." "He looks harmless." "Oh God, Les, Don't even get curious. I shouldn't have said anything." "Why?" "Because you're an innocent oddball who's a prime target for people like him. You are his type." "But I don't even have any valuables." "You have your health and your life. He's got the recipe." 'The Recipe' was the his code for HIV. ""How do know all this?" "Darling, I know everyone in this town. I see all. Be right back...I'm going to find a nice normal guy for you. Stay here." He left. I immediately looked over at Ripper only to find he was already looking at me. Shit! This is why I never socialized...too many landmines. He was kind of handsome, though. Troy came with more shots, a stack of napkins and a pen. "I saw you look over there. Stop. Have a drink and draw me some cartoons." I was an amateur cartoonist and liked to draw for other people. I wasn't published. I drew really raunchy 'toons that I knew Troy would like. I liked making him laugh. We had more drinks and more fun. Every time I glanced over at Ripper, he was still looking at me. "I saw that, Les. Stop. Keep drawing. Oh look! Here's Barry!" One of Troy's friends had shown up late for the party. They exchanged hugs and kisses...which got more intimate. They were both drunk. They full on made out right there at the table. "Barry and I are going to dance now, Stay put and keep drawing. I'll be back." But he never came back. He had vanished. Well, good for him. He was going to get a birthday fuck. Oh well. I had drank so much, but didn't feel intoxicated. Maybe it was my Scottish ancestry. I should probably go too, but the presence of Ripper kept me in my chair. Most of his little PJ party had moved on, leaving him all alone. I looked at him again and smiled. He returned the smile and nodded. Landmine. The bartender came by and asked if I needed anything. I ordered two vodka tonics because I didn't want him thinking I was by myself. I put one of them about a foot away from me in order to keep up the illusion I wasn't a single loser. Ripper was alone now. What a weird thing to see a grown man in his pajamas siting alone. I should go say 'hi' or something. I downed the first drink and shamelessly grabbed the seconf, trying to decide what I should do. I didn't have to. He came over to me and plopped a teddy bear right in front of me. "Hi. This guy needs a new home. My friend Josh left this behind. Can I sit?" "Thanks. Yes. Absolutely.' "I'm Craig, What happened to your friend?" Hi Craig. I'm Les. I think my buddy got lucky. Can I buy you a drink?" "Sure, Wow. You've been sucking down the booze all night...are you sure you want any more?" "I'm cold sober for whatever reason. Or maybe not. My drawing are getting a little sloppy, I'll have one more and call it a night." "You come to a beer and DRAW?? No offense, but that's weird. Can I look?" He shuffled through my cartoons and smiled. "What happened to the pajama party" "Who knows? They're all flakes. I get abandoned by those guys regularly. Its just us now. Can I sit closer to you?" I patted Troy's empty stool and he was right next to me. "So I guess your pal told you all about me." "He's a gossip, but, yeah -- he told me some stuff."' "Guys like him are the reason I can't get laid anymore. Fucker." "Any of it true." "Of course not. I just pissed off somebody once and they spread rumors to ruin me." "Sorry. It seemed dubious to me. You seem nice." "Really? Thanks. I've never seen you out before. New in town?" "No. This just isn't my scene. I hate crowds." "Well, it's not crowded now. Let's have another round and go back to my place. I wouldn't ask to go back to yours because I don't want you to think I'd rob you." But he lived way North of the city, and I didn't want to drive that far. We drank more. "I like you, Craig." Maybe the alcohol was starting to affect me. He reached over, took my hand and stuck it down the front of his pajama pants. I felt the biggest erection in the world. It was hot and a little moist. "You seem normal, but you like danger. I can tell." "Oh, hell. Everything you heard is true. I admit it. Can you admit it turned you on?" "I can." What turns you on most? That I can ruin assholes? That I sabotage condoms? That my cum is poisonous? That I'm a criminal?" "All of the above." "Good. Let's go. I promise if we go back to your place, I won't take anything that's not mine." We left and got to my apartment. He took off his slippers and t-shirt. OK. This was happening now. He waited for me to do something. I stripped. "Danger. You're in the danger zone now, boy. Lie down here on the floor." I did and he collapsed on top of me. We kissed long and hard as he humped me. I grabbed that infamous boner again. Dear Lord. "Got a condom? You realize I'll tear it off at some point, but we can pretend for a bit if you want." "Are you really HIV+?" "Oh yeah. And it's potent. No meds can make it go away. You wanted danger and now it's aimed right for your ass." He spit on his fingers and massaged two of them into my hole. "This will hurt and make you bleed like crazy. You'll have to get an area rug for this carpet." "Rip me." That set him off and shoved that thing nearly half way into me. I wanted to scream, but he held one of his huge hands over my mouth. "You're lucky that it's been so long for me. I'll cum soon. Hang on. Here's what you wanted. Ahhhh. Shittt!" I was in severe pain and could feel my ruined anus bleeding. He was done. The Ripper had completed his task. We lie there together for a minute. "Mind if I spend the night? I've already got my pajamas here." "Let's go to bed." It was a nice night. He let me suck him and we fucked twice more. He let himself out that Saturday morning. I spent the whole day in bed, listening to my body. It was wrecked and full of bad cum. I needed to find him again.

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.

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

Anyone suck with a cock with a condom on it? I was asked yesterday and politely refused. I don't want to chock on plastic, as well as have the extra effort to get it hard with a barrier in between it and my mouth

I saw this clip on Tumblr a while ago and I've always wondered where it was filmed - looks like a cool place to explore! Any ideas, anyone? https://verbalpozforneg.tumblr.com/post/156696011357/never-get-tired-of-watching-this-one Thanks Andy

I’m a fucking horny top, 28 yo, always ready to unload my balls in some hungry mancunt. As you might have read on here, I enjoy real sluts. I mean the dirty ones, the ones whose hunger for cocks dictate their lives. The ones who are ready to be pounded by any men, no matter how they look, nor how old they are, who are enjoying being used as cumdumps. The ones who are craving for loads even if they’ve just been bred by dozens of tops, and whose dream is to become a public 24/7 cumdump in some sleazy bathhouse or at some Master’s house. Well, you picture the kind of faggot I’m into. Few days ago, I was fucking horny, as it often happens. I remember I used to chat with that guy on some hookup website. He was a hungry bottom, had a nice bubble ass, but I remembered he told me about one of his friend, who according to his words, was “the sluttiest person he had ever met”. He told me about that slut’s past, how early he started taking dicks, missing classes to get loaded by men in the woods, or in public area. Later cruising the bathhouses, spending every weekend there in need for cocks. God I wanted to try out that slut! I contacted that guy, asking about the slut’s availability. “Well we’re Saturday night, he must be at the sexclub, taking dicks as usual, I couldn’t think of any other places where he could be”. Luckily the club wasn’t too far from my place, although I would have been ready to drive a few hours to dump a load in that dirty whore. I had pictures of that whore from his friend. So when I arrived at the club at around 01:00am, I immediately recognized him in the darkroom, laying on the sling, being pounded by some dirty old man. Fuck! He wasn’t even blindfolded and was enjoying the ride, moving his hips around that grandpa’s dick, sticking his tongue out. Two other men were waiting their turn to breed the slut. I waited in line, stroking my cock, as the old man finally came in that dripping butthole. When he pulled out, I noticed the floor was well covered in cum. That pig must have been taking cocks here for a few hours now. “Who’s next?!” he’s asking. When the first guy in line approached, he said “yeah daddy, come on, breed my faggot hole. You’ve seen me taking that old dirty dick? Yeah? Fuck me hard, push all that old man spunk in my guts”. This must have turned on the top so much, as he unloaded his balls within 3 minutes! “Next!” The guy before me immediately put his dick in that wet pussy. He was very rough. The sling was shaking, and the whore was provoking him “Fuck yeah! Pound me harder daddy. Make me feel your fucking dick, I can’t even feel it! Come on! Wreck my dirty ass! Man!!! Fuck me!” The pounding lasted at least 10 minutes. He was really destroying that pussy, and the slut was really high on it. The top loaded his semen in the boy’s hole, and left. “Next!” My turn now. “Yeah Daddy, you saw how that last guy fucking me? You liked it? I barely felt anything. My ass is so loose you need to fuck me harder if you want me to feel anything” That wasn’t going to be easy, but that slut was such a sex addict, I couldn’t believe I had the chance to bred someone like him. His ass was wrecked, gaping, a slight rosebud leaking cum. The amount of cum on the floor was impressive, there was also cum on the sling, running from the ass to his back. The smell of cum was so strong it made my cock even harder if that was possible. “You’re friend told me you were here, taking loads. He speaks of you as the dirtiest faggot in the region. It seems he’s telling the truth” I said. “Yeah daddy, I’m the sluttiest around here. You cannot find someone more addicted to cocks and cum than me” he replied, while fingering his hole, bringing his cum-covered fingers to his mouth and licking them. “How many loads you have in there faggot?” “24. All from different men. Wanna add the 25th load in me daddy?” Hell yes!! I was ready for that! My cock was fucking hard, and his ass was sooo wet my dick got instantly swallowed by his pussy. Fuck yeah, that felt so good! I was churning all that cum in the nastiest faggot I’ve ever met! “Fuck me harder Daddy!” I was told. “Don’t ask me twice, you’re gonna regret saying this faggot”. I pounded him hard. As hard as I could get! My dick was plunging as deep as possible, hitting his cum-covered guts. He put his hand on my ass, pushing me against him. Fuck! That slut wanted me to completely destroy his pussy. I grabbed him on the shoulders, pushing my dick in his sloppy hole. He was laughing, staring me in the eyes, “Oh yeah daddy, like that, keep raping my faggot hole, give me your babies”. Even though he said this, I had the impression he didn’t really struggle taking my poundings. I took a look behind me and saw the line growing. Four men were waiting their turns. I continued fucking that hole for another 10 minutes. “Yeah fucking breed me daddy! Flood me with your male DNA!” I couldn’t hold anymore, my dick spattered all the cum that was accumulating in my balls for a week. I must have squirted like 10 times. It felt so good. I pulled out, more cum fell on the floor. “Fuck you are definitely a dirty faggot!” I told him. “Thanks daddy”. “Next!!!” Couldn’t believe how fast he moved to the next dick. He was a hungry slut! I moved away, and the following guy stuffed his dick in the boy’s hole, trying to satisfy that hungry hole. That experienced exhausted me. I needed a break. Went to the bar, relaxing a little while, before leaving the club. Fuck that was the first time I had blast so much cum in a hole. That faggot was incredible! The next day I got a message from my friend, saying the faggot enjoyed riding my thick dick. Told me he ended at 7am, with 38 loads in his pussy, when no one was left to breed him anymore. He emptied everyone but had to leave as all were exhausted, although the slut wanted more. Fuck! That got me hard again. And apparently this was far from his record. My friend told me that the faggot was going to whore his ass out again on the following Friday, trying to get more loads this time. Asked if I were interested. Fuck yes I am! I definitely want to take a second ride on that slut’s ass. This time I’m going to be the last one to unload my balls. I might pay a visit in the early morning. That’s when the sluts are the most craving and the dirtiest.

One evening I was browsing bbrt after drinking a few beers and found a guy hosting at his hotel. He said he wanted to be bred and would let me take pics. I'm not into photographing my sexual acts, but I was down to seed him. I arrived at his hotel and we immediately started making out and undressing each other. Eventually he got on his knees and I started immediately facefucking him hard. I stopped for a second and asked if he was cool with that. He said he was. I told him to let me know if he wanted me to stop doing anything. But I had a feeling he wasn't going to refuse very much. Good thing. I was a little drunk and wanted some uninhibited sex. He took my dick in his mouth like a pro. I was enjoying forcing his head on my cock. Now matter how hard I tried he didn't gag at all. But I wasn't there just to be serviced. I got him onto his stomach and started rimming and fingering him. He was opening up pretty easy. Now that I was very aroused I lubed up and stuck my dick in. He was a little tight, but easy entry. That's how I like my bottoms. I quickly revved up and started treating him like the fuck toy he was. I slapped his bubble butt raw while reminding him what a useless slut he was. He loved every second of it. But the real fun began when I flipped him over. While jackhammering him I spit in his face, slapped his face, and made sure he knew that I didn't view him as a person, just a piece of ass. It's been so long since I took my frustration out on a human sex toy. As I came deep in his ass I let out loud moans of satisfaction and fell into his arms. We made out passionately as I filled his hole to the brim with jizz. I pulled out and took pride as I watched my hot semen leaking out of his asshole. Then I noticed some semen leaking out of his dick. I must have wrecked his prostate. After that I had no use for him anymore and left.

For those who have chatted with me, you know I've recently started chasing, but ultimately want to know my gifter. I love taking bb loads, but was always 'cautious". Next week is my birthday and its time to change my frame of mind! I'm getting a room at a gay resort in Orlando, and taking any and all loads! Thanks to takegiveswap, I realized how bad I wanted to be gifted. Hes mostly bottom, but a full blown aids pig that said he'd be up for gifting me. Hope he can make it up from Tampa to do so! I plan on bringing a marker to mark loads in me on my cunt. hoping that guys will take a pic of just their cock near my hole, after marking my ass. So hoping to become part of the Aids class of 2017!

Sitting here in the afterglow of a daddy breeding me at the ABS. I was sitting on the dark back room totally naked when Daddy came in. Started stroking him. He got hard i went down on him. Stood up and made sure he saw me slick my hole. He said I needed to get fucked. I said. Yes Sir. He reached for a condom but before he could get it out I was rubbing my wet slit on his hard on. He started going in, calling me a slut, a bitch. I said yrs sir and started begging him to fuck me. He obliged. He asked me if my wife knew I taking cock. I played along told him yes, and that earlier I was wearing her panties! That made him extra hard.. daddy started really giving it to me. I start begging him to breed me. he does, so now here I am with his load in me!

Ayy it's a possibility lol

Went to TEAM PIG party on Saturday. Had lot's of fun and many cocks! Got fucked by 10 or more guys, don't know how many of them shot in me. Got at least two loads, maybe more. Had sex with two guys I've known for years. Always thought they were sexy, but never really thought they were into me. I sucked one off and later the other one fucked me and I think he shot his load in me. One guy who was a smaller otter and I think more vers than Top got very excited when I suck his cock. At first I wasn't sure he wanted to fuck me but once he was rock hard in my mouth I stood up bent over and he slipped in in. He seemed to really enjoy himself. A couple of times he said he was gonna take a break but I would play with his cock, suck it some more, get him rock hard again and then slip his cock back in my pussy. We did that about 3 times before we both decided to take break. At the end of the night went home pleased but could have stayed later. pussy is still hungry.

Sounds cool. Have fun! Hope the top has enough stamina to satisfy you both!

That is unfortunate! I would take dick all night in a sling and sucking dick while spun up, though im not 23

Wow, those parties actually exist(ed)? Hot!

Got a text this morning from a poz top that has fucked me alot in the past. He always texts saying "I need a whore hole" and if i am not at work he knows i always say yes. This morning his text was a little different "Bringing a friend so we can both blow in your whore hole". He said he'd be there in 30 minutes so i climbed in the shower to make sure i was clean for the 9" pounding i knew was coming. He always fucks me anonymously with me wearing a blindfold and i've never seen what he looks like. This time i decided to make it anonymous again but i put a collar and a flog next to me on the bed and then made sure the front door was not only unlocked but totally wide open so i wouldn't hear him come in and then waited on the bed with my ass in the air. Heard a faint sound and then his hand was tracing up my ass to find my hole. I felt him pick up something from the bed and then he put the collar around my neck, pausing only long enough to say that if he put this on me then he owned me. I told him yes sir and he finished fastening it around my neck. Then i felt his naked body lean over against mine and he handed me a bottle of poppers as he whispered in my ear that he was going to use the flog .... hard. I took a few big whiffs of the poppers and as i exploded with lust i felt the first lash across my ass. He hit me fast then harder and harder and stopped only long enough to spread my legs farther apart and to come around to slap my face with his massive dick. As i swallowed it down he began hitting me again, making sure it went down my ass and cracked against my balls. I jumped with the exquisite pain as he kept that up for a minute and then he shoved more poppers under my nose and i exploded with lust again, taking his cock down my throat all the way to the root. Thats when i felt another cock against my asshole and i pushed back because i wanted it so back. A THICK cock pushed in at the same time so that i groaned with the pain but he was well lubed and started pounding my ass right away. They took turns switching between my holes and keeping me poppered up until they finally both spewed their hot poz cum in my ass while telling me what a whore i was. As i cleaned off my fb got hard again, grabbed my head and, shoving his cock as far down my throat as possible, he unleashed a torrent of piss. When he was finished i cleaned off his cock and swallowed the remains of the piss. That's when he decided to flog me some more. He was hitting hard and making sure it curled around so it hit my chest and stomach and balls. When he was done he pulled my head up to give me a rough kiss and then left. I got up and looked in the mirror ... i am going to have a lot of bruises from the flog, they are already rising. He texted me afterward to tell me i was a fucking whore pussy and that he was going to bring other guys to use me tomorrow morning. Need i say i am looking foward to that? :-)

This all starts in the mid-70's sometime before that whole ghastly bicentennial mess. I was eight or nine years old and I was on a vacation of sorts with my parents. We'd been to some super-boring place in Oklahoma to see dumb old antique cars (my dad's passion) and I remember almost nothing about it. What I DO remember is stopping at those those highway rest areas for the first time. I had no idea such things existed. Concrete bathrooms in the middle of long stretches of highway that people just went in to and did their stuff. We stopped at almost all of them because I had a nervous little bladder that always had to empty itself. Most of the time, my dad accompanied me if only to make sure I was safe. Safe? It was a bathroom, and what could happen in a bathroom? Each of those places smelled like pee and they all were defaced with magic marker drawings of really long penises and plenty of words. I wanted to look, read and study every thing. Of course my dad wanted to make good highway time and wouldn't let me dawdle. Fast forward to the mid-80's and I was about to turn 21. I was home from college and working the night shift as a dishwasher at a 24-hour truck stop. I hated it. I always had burns on my hands from that huge industrial machine that I shoved dirty dishes and silverware through. It was exhausting, but the one little, tingling thought that kept me somewhat alert was that there was one of those rest areas only 15 minutes away up the highway. Of course I'd never go there alone, but my memories of the graffiti I'd seen long ago were still vivid and exciting. I could go there, and that knowledge alone was thrilling. I really hated this minimum-wage job and it was only a relief when I got fired on the spot for dropping a whole stack of clean, hot plates. It was only 3 am and I was free to go. Fine. I walked out to my junker car . I was a bit depressed because I really needed to earn more money for school, but the Summer was over in a month and now I could just rest and let my burns heal. What to do now? If I went home this early, I'd wake the whole house up -- including my little sister who had been suffering from a bout of migraines for weeks. So I drove out of the parking lot and made my way to the highway. I'd just drive by the rest stop to only look at it. Within a few minutes I saw the sign for its entrance. Was it my perv brain or some outside force that made me slow down and pull into the place? My legs were shaking for some reason as I turned off the ignition. The car lot was empty but here were a few 18-wheelers parked in the place where I guess trucks were delegated. So I imagined them all sitting up suddenly, noticing my car and stroking their big trucker dicks. My brain was getting more and more pornographic these days. And gayer. I just put it all aside and unsteadily walked into the men's side of the little concrete building because I really did have to pee. I decided to go into one of the toilet stalls instead of standing at the urinals. I really wanted to look at the graffiti more than anything. Each of the stalls had crude holes in the partitions for reasons and I wouldn't know until later. I sat and looked at all the drawings and words. "SUCK MY COCK" "LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK" That was the gist of most of the messages. It made me wonder who took a pen with them to the bathroom until I remembered that I had one in my back pocket. I'd swiped it from one of the waitresses on my way out if only because I wasn't daring enough to vandalize anything. Well a bit of bravery returned as I stood up and made my own graffiti. "I want to give you a blow job. Be here 7/8 at 11: 30 am. Stay in this stall and signal me." I left right away, feeling like I'd already done something filthy. I I had two whole days to get ready for something I was pretty sure wouldn't even happen. I spent the next 36 hours wondering and fantasizing and worrying. I left the house a little too early that day and killed a few minutes at the discount store near me. I bought a little travel-sized bottle of Listerine. if I ended up taking a naked dick in my mouth, I'd probably need some antiseptic to kill any diseases that might be on it. I got there early anyway. Well, this was good because I could look at and judge anybody who got out to go to the bathroom. If he looked gross, dangerous or sick, I could just drive away and try again some other time. So I sat with the engine running, cooling in the A.C. and listening to my heart beating super loud. Not even a minute later, a snazzy new black pickup truck sped in and parked right in front of me. It had a personalized license plate that said "TAINTED". I mulled that over for half a second before a man stepped out. He looked right at me. I sunk a little in my seat. He was tall with short brown, curly hair, a very trim beard...and obviously gay. Don't ask me how I could tell. I just could. There was just something familiar about his snooty scowl and walk. He went into the men's room and I studied every step. He was wearing tan shorts and had a pretty nice build. Okay. I was determined to go through with this. I counted to twenty and got out of my car. The entrance was only fifteen feet away, but it felt like a country mile. I made it inside and noticed he was in one of the toilet stalls -- most likely the one I'd left my graffiti in. I couldn't remember for sure right now. I couldn't go right into the stall and say "hi", so I stood at one of the urinals for what felt like a good five minutes. I flushed and went to the sinks to carefully wash my hands for another long set of minutes. Nothing. It had to be just a guy who needed to just poop or something. Okay. This would not happen today I guess. I went back to my car and started the ignition right as the dude walked out of the bathroom. He was looking at me again. I turned off the car again and wondered what to do next as he sat on the little concrete bench right outside. It was the right guy alright. TAINTED I played with that word in my head as I fumbled out of the car and headed my way back into the bathroom. I went slowly because I didn't trust my knees completely. I was literally shaking. I passed right by him, nodded and said "hi". That was all it took because he made with a bunch of small talk. What was I name? Where did I live? How old was I? Did I work somewhere? I gave lies in return. He was "Steve" and he was a hairdresser. We stood in silence for a bit before he finally said "It's hot out here". He made his way toward the entrance and held the door for me. On autopilot, I went straight for the designated stall and sat down but didn't latch the door. This was going too fast, but what did I expect after leaving that message? In a flash he was right there, rubbing the crotch of his shorts and glaring down at me. While I wondering if I should open his fly, he did it for me. And then I was staring at a big purple dick in person. I wasted no time in leaning over and tasting the pointed tip. "Take off your pants, man." I couldn't. No way. I didn't know too much about any of the other gay stuff and this was all I was ready to do. I moved up and down his hard shaft and tried to use plenty of spit. TAINTED i wasn't able to the whole thing in my mouth but still thought I was doing a pretty good job, Not good enough I suppose because he pulled off my face and started jacking off. Oh. Okay. I sat there stupidly for a half a minute while he growled and huffed and masturbated just inches from my face. Then he bucked a little, put his meat back in my mouth and started to spasm. I waited for the taste that didn't seem to be on its way. But then it hit my tongue. It was so alien and strong. I was tasting something made inside another man's body. It's almost the same as if I were tasting his lungs, heart, blood or phlegm. It was all HIM. A car door slammed somewhere outside before we could say any good-byes or anything. He left and I stayed put. Thinking. I locked the latch wondered if my life was over. Did I have AIDS now? I really should have thought this through a little. Too late. The whole incident lasted less than three minute, but I mentally replayed it for the rest of the Summer. Sometimes I jerked off and sometimes I just worried. Was my future 'tainted'? Once I go back to school, I fretted so much that I finally went to student health center to get tested for any and all STDs out there. The doctor came back after the results were back and cautioned me that I needed to come back in another three months for a second blood test. I didn't have HIV yet, but I did have syphilis. That's the first price I'd pay for leaving graffiti in a pubic place, but it wouldn't be the last.

Went to a pretty sleazy bookstore tonight. It's not in the bedt part of town but you can always count on there being guys there that just want to get off in a hole and tonight didn't disappoint. Tjere was a group of guys just standing in the entrance to the video rooms and i looked at a few of them directly and then chose an open room just a few doors down leaving the door open as i started to strip down. As i stepped out of my underwear I heard a slight shuffle behind me as 2 guys entered the room. They didn't say anything as i bent over naked to expose my ass to them. One guy went to put coins in the video slot while the other felt my ass. "This fucker is already lubed" he told the other. "So fuck him and add your lube". Seconds later his pants were down and he was lining his cock up with my hole and then pushing into me. The other guy grabbed my head and started to face fuck me. It was only 2 or 3 minutes and the first guy was grunting loudly and emptying his balls deep inside me. They switched places and the second guy literally rammed his cock into my wet cunt and began pounding hard. By now there were a couple other guys in the room and they soon had their cocks out, stroking and i knew they would be in me next. After he bred me a third guy rubbed his cockhead up and down my crack and wondered why the cum was leaking out of me. "Because he's a whore bottom and not pushing it out. Fuck him. He wants your cock like a good whore." They got verbal but i just moaned with pleasure since another cock was in my mouth by then. As soon as he unloaded in me a fourth guy got behind me and started fucking me. I decided i was going to accommodate all the cocks that i could get tonight .... like that was not what i intended coming here anyway. I was cock hungry and cum hungry and wanted more. After the 4th guy bred me there was one more guy who had stripped down so he fucked me naked and thats when some cum.leaked out down the inside of my right leg. After that there was a lull but i stayed naked watching a video of a hung black guy fucking a white twink. Round 2 started with a tall black guy coming inthe room and asking if i liked the video. When i said yes he said he was going to fuck a white boy too and stepped up behind me. He was long and pretty thick and i could feel my ass being stretched more. He knew how to use that monster cock and spent a long time fucking me and talking on the phone too, even telling the person on the other end that he was fucking a white boy. Someone called out a name from the hall and he called back that he was in the room here. Afew other black guys piled in the room and started talking shit about fucking a white boy. One after the other they bred my ass and used me for the hole i am. When they were done they told me i was going to service them again and i gave them all my cell number. By the time the last guy fucked me there was a puddle of cum on the floor as it leaked out of me and they made me lick it up. Then i gathered up my clothes as they paraded me naked through the bookstore telling everyone they had fucked me. Still naked i went out to the car followed by a couple other guys who bred me over the hood of the car. I'm home now and still horny for more cock.

only taken piss a few times from the tap....1st time was a guy I had met and we ran into each other at the bar one night...he said he was heading to take a piss and I blurted out that i wanted him to piss down my throat...then I licked his armpits and he jacked off....he was nasty sexy...something I'll never forget....this is my fantasy that I'd like to try out now....hoping the video link works.....http://thisvid.com/videos/bar-grille-socializing-w-friends/

So fucking hot,...but Mauro needs to stop by more often and bring more of his buds to breed that hole.

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

I do find it hilarious how some guys read the 'Bug Chasing / Gift Giving' section and then complain about the content. Seriously? Don't let it get to you, Scorpion. If I had to comment on this story in particular, we've just gotten Part 4 and he's barely been penetrated (unless I'm forgetting a part, which is entirely possible). I would assume that most guys reading really want to get to the 'chasing/gifting' part. That being said, this is your vision so let it play out however you see it. Guys will come back to it -we love your writing!

It's not rape...

This chapter is dedicated to joethomas and his hot, unmedicated poz dick. CHAPTER 13: Chris: Watching Ty being bred and then seeing him naked and blindfolded in front of us was almost too much. My cock was very hard and very wet. Just then my phone buzzed. Our exchange follows: Jake: sup My mind reeled at the thought of of Jake. That guy has impeccable timing. Chris: Hard and horned. And wet. Jake: Oh, yeah? Wanna fuck? Chris: Hell yeah. Come over. I wanna see this hole bred. Jake: Hot! Can be over in about a half hour or so. Chris: Cool. Jake: Hope you want it. I must be potent. I knocked up two guys recently I’ve been fucking. I mouthed the words 'Fuck yeah', a perverted grin crossing my face at the idea of Jake breeding Ty. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Mark: The sight of my son fucking and dumping a poz load in a young guy’s ass normally makes me hard as fuck, but at that moment my cock was locked down in a cock cage, which was becoming somewhat uncomfortable. Tyler might just be 20, but he was hot and ready, and apparently taking unmedicated loads like a champ. I knew Chris said he was on PrEP, then went off of it for his at-the-time boyfriend, then started taking it again, but now he’s obviously off. So young and full on bug chasing. Chris and I watched as he flushed a nearly full bottle of Truvada down the toilet, returning with an empty bottle, all to entice Cod to breed him. I had never known Cody to be so adamant about something. He must been determined to poz Tyler, although, to be honest, I was somewhat jealous that Cod chose to fuck Tyler rather than fuck me. I really wanted Cod's poz swimmers deep inside my ass. In front of us, Tyler was on his knees, leaning into the large chair as Cody teasing the crack of Tyler's ass, even as he looked at me, licking his lips. They were both teasing us. Precum leaked from my cock as my boy gave the impression he wanted to fuck the chrome off my bumper. If at that very moment I wasn't poz, I definitely intended to convert and Cody was just the man to make it happen. I wished I was at home with him right now having hot, sweaty, piggy dad/son sex the way should be. Mentally I could hear myself shouting "Cod, POZ ME!" as I watched him wipe his precum all up and down the crack of Tyler’s perfect little ass. Chris was watching as intently as was I, so I gave him a hint of my condition by taking his hand and moving it so his fingers were bathed in the precum flowing from my cock head. Smiling, Chris licked his fingers clean as we both watched intently as Cody's poz dick continued slowly torturing Tyler's ass. “You need more boy," Cody piped up. “Yeah, yeah,” Tyler softly murmured, his lips barely moving. “Good boy. I think there’s at least one more load for you. I'm gonna ruin that hole for you, boy. That what you want?” “Fuck yeah,” Tyler again murmured. “Gonna knock you up boy,” Cody softly grunted, adding “Now, move over to the couch for me,” instructed, gently guiding Tyler into position. Chris and I were occupying the couch so we stood and moved out of the way, conscientiously moving quietly, but I got the impression Tyler suspected he and Cody were not alone, that there was one or more present in the room, and he apparently was on the cusp of saying something when he was distracted when Cody who gently guided on his knees, towards the couch, instructing him “That’s it boy … don’t talk … just move your body, gonna get you in position, ready for more cock.” Complying, Tyler didn't say a word but moved into the position as Cody directed. Chris and I re-seated ourselves at opposite ends of the couch so that Cody and Tyler were in the center. Once in position Cody reached around giving feeling Tyler’s cock a feel, noting “You need to nut, Ty. You really need to get off.” Tyler nodded in agreement as Cody felt him up. Cody gestured to me, indicating he wanted me closer. When I was re-seated, Cody placed my hand on Tyler's ass, gesturing that I should explore Tyler's butt. "Aahhhhhh….” moaned Tyler as I played with him. As Cody was also exploring Tyler's body, using two hands, Tyler must have known there were at least two in the room, although he didn't actually say as much, rather he indicated his understanding with subtle bodily movements. Leaning in, Cody kissed me, whispering very, very quietly “Suck him … suck him off … don’t swallow the load, though.” I grinned, gave Cody a quick kiss, nodded and squeezed into the space between Tyler and the couch in order to get at the boy’s cock. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Chris: My arm pits were sweating profusely as I watched my little brother being fucked and bred on cam, but as I witnessed this all play out in front of me, I felt dampness not only in my pits, but also at my crotch. Not only did I crave sex with Tyler - I also wanted Cody’s poz cock. And both Tyler and Cody were right in front of me. I needed to play with these guys, and I also knew it was possible I had already converted, if only because Jake had been regularly fucking me as of late. I relished the possibility that in fucking Tyler, I might, through my rigid cock, transmit Jake’s virus into his body. I thought to myself “I’m in heat … I need to fuck and I need to be fucked,” adding the thought "Tyler is such a hot little slut he deserves a big, possibly poz load from his older brother. Right?” Cody told Tyler to move toward the couch and guided him in that direction. Mark and I moved out of the way. When Cody and Tyler were situated, Cody went back to teasing Tyler’s hole. “Mmmmm...”, I heard Tyler moan as Cody rubbed his cock up and down Tyler's ass crack. “You need to nut, Ty, you need to get off,” Cody commented as he continued to tease Ty, simultaneously reaching around to feel him up. Tyler moaned his approval as he pinched his tits. I could see the sea of sweat pouring down his chest. Cody was virtually torturing Ty, rubbing and licking the back of his neck, and nudging his hole. Cody looked over at at the two of us, and motioned for his Dad to move in closer, and when he was sufficiently close, Cody pulled him in very close, gave him a kiss, and whispered a couple of words in Mark's ear. Mark returned Cody's kiss, stooped down, taking Tyler’s cock into his mouth. “Ahhhhhhh… ahhhh...” escaped a moan from Tyler, and a part of me was a bit jealous of my little brother. Perhaps recognizing my sheer need to get some action, Cody shot me a grin, and gestured for me to make a silent approach, and when I was within reach Cody asked “You need some more cock in your ass Ty? That what you need?” as his cock continued to massage Tyler's ass crack. “Ahhhh… ahhhhh … mmmmm yes … yes, … please,” Ty answered, almost purring as he responded to the invitation and to Mark's expert ministrations to his cock. Cody spat in his hand, took my cock, smiled, and then positioned my cock against Tyler's hole murmuring “You’re about to get it Ty, you’re about to the cock you want so bad.” I suppose Ty could most certainly recognize Cody was accompanied by another guy, but he didn't seem to respond as if he knew what was about to happen. Pushing me into position behind Tyler, Cody spread Tyler’s cheeks apart with one hand as he simultaneously scooped the precum oozing off of my cock and smearing it onto Tyler's hole. Cody further prepared us by rubbing a bit of cool lube onto my cock and into Tyler's crack. I took great inward pleasure in the thought of playing a role in Tyler's seroconversion. As a counselor at an HIV testing and outreach center, I had counseled many men on ways to avoid HIV, and Tyler and I had had more than one conversation on the subject, yet there we were, horny, naked, and wet. I was about to fuck and breed my brother’s ass, and I was about to do so, knowing that after several extremely hot and extremely unsafe fuck sessions which culminated in Jake filling me with his poz sperm, I might well have also seroconverted. One or two rubs and Cody made it clear he wanted my cock inside Tyler and, applying pressure to the small of my back, he guided my cock into Tyler's ass. “Ahhhh…. Ahhhh… so good,” cooed Ty. Cody leaned over and in a quiet, soft voice asked “That what you want boy?” “Yes … ahhh… yes”, moaned Tyler. “Glad you like it, boy. You can have this cock any time you want it," Cody remarked. Before this occasion I had never fucked Ty, but I remember thinking, hoping that this would be the first of many such occasions. My rock hard, well lubricated cock ground its way ever deeper into Tyler’s beautifully smooth butt. I took hold of his waist and slowly pull him onto my dick, allowing his weight to drive it even deeper. “Ahhhh…. Fuck… Fuck… so good,” I involuntarily moaned out loud. Recognizing my voice, I felt a jolt surge through Tyler. It was my turn to smile at Cody. Now Tyler knew my bare cock was inside his ass. Of course what Tyler didn't know was the frequency with which Jake fucked me, and likewise the relatively high probability I was actually poz. Sadist that I can be, I thought “Maybe I’ll get tested later.” Tyler and I got into rhythm, pumping our cocks in unison, my hard cock slipping in and out of Ty's ass, matching Ty's every motion. Then hands grabbed my waist, held us still for a moment, as a large knob pushed against my hole. Cody’s hard, fat cock was sliding deep inside my ass. I moaned uncontrollably as it completely filled my fucking warm asshole. The rhythm of the session had now completely changed as Cody, in joining the group, immediately took control. With each thrust of his pulsating cock deep in my ass, the power of his plunges pushed my cock deeper into Tyler, causing his cock to echo the motion inside Mark's warm wet mouth. With each cycle Cody almost completely withdrew his hard-on from my ass, with only his cock head remaining inside my hole. I did the same, and supposed Ty was doing the same inside Mark's mouth. Soon we were all in unison, and another vigorous, urgent cycle of pounding cock ensued. I knew Cody had just blown a load, and therefore could fuck me without concern of cumming, but with each thrust into my little brother I was closer and closer to falling over the edge into the abyss. It was so hot: fucking my brother while he mouth-fucked Cody’s Dad and as Cody fucked me. Gradually Cody increased the tempo of his assault on my ass, which caused me to do the same to Ty, and Ty followed suit to Mark. “Ohhhhh fuck… so good… your cock is so fucking good,” I heard Tyler murmur, as, over and over, the hairs of my sweaty crotch slammed against his ass. Notwithstanding the intensity of the three-way, not until Ty blew his massive cum load into Mark's mouth did a chain reaction result in everyone else getting off: just as Tyler's balls were draining themselves into Mark, Tyler's ass muscles tightened around my cock, causing me to violently orgasm, with the result I completely filled Ty's amazing ass gobs and gobs of hot white, possibly poisonous, semen spurting from the head of my dick. Each volley of cum caused me to gasp in pleasure. Not surprisingly, my orgasm pushed Cody over the edge: his hard cock swelled in my ass, his balls retracted, readying themselves for an explosion, which immediately followed with Cody filling my ass with his infected seed. As Cody’s orgasm began to take control of him, his grasp on my waist clamped even stronger and he repeatedly plunged his hips against my ass, sending his angry cock deeper than ever before. Shot after shot of cum fired from his cock deep inside my hole, filling me with his own special sauce. He gave me his warm, gooey, toxic cum, as I filled my brother with a concoction which I hoped to be similarly toxic. It seemed to me each man's orgasm lasted a life time, that my cock just kept filling Ty's ass, even as my ass was being filled by Cody. Still, eventually we all began to slow our violent thrusts, eventually coming to a complete stop as the last drops of spunk drained from our rock hard cocks into each other’s body. I softly kissed and licked Tyler’s neck the way Cody had, softly murmuring “Love you Ty,” thereby letting him confirm my identity. "Oh my god, that’s fucking fantastic!" Cody enthusiastically commented, as, having caught his breath, he withdrew from my ass. No one could possibly have missed the plopping sound which accompanied his withdraw. We separated and Cody reached around me, pulling off Tyler’s blindfold. Tyler looks down at Mark, who's mouth was closed and presumably full of cum. Glancing first at me, and then at Cody, I could see Tyler was processing what just happened. A smile passed over his face. “Dad,” Cody expectantly commented, prompting Mark to rise to his feet and give me a deep, French kiss, a kiss that seemed endless. From my peripheral vision, it seemed Tyler was watching intently, so I'd like to think he was well aware Mark and I weren't merely tongue wrestling, but rather Mark was actively sharing Tyler’s load with me, that, for the first time, I was tasting my baby brother’s semen. Eventually Mark and I parted, and n so doing, a few drops escaped our lip lock and dribbled down onto my chin. No words are spoken as we’re all enjoying the light of our orgasm. I look at Tyler. His eyes, pleading, looking at me. Subconsciously I leaned in toward him, and he leaned in towards me. Suddenly we were kissing, and as we did so, I remember thinking “I sure hope he can taste some of his own delicious spunk." Cody and Mark dressed and left as Tyler and I made out. I couldn't get enough of my baby brother. The thought that I had dumped a load in his ass kept my cock wet, and it was clear Tyler was excited, if only because of the kisses with which he showered me. Eventually, however, we broke off kissing, and simply gazed at each others, only to smile, and resume kissing. After several minutes passed, I found my lips to be all but numb - there's only so much making out one can undertake - apparently. I couldn't believe we had waited so long to play with each other, so I got to my feet, took his hand, and suggested "Let’s go to my room.” Tyler shot me a quick smile and nodded in agreement. Once there, we climbed into bed, and I reached over him to confirm the camera was still recording - I wanted a record of the hot scene of two brothers about to have sex. Then an idea hit me, "Be right back Ty… don’t go anywhere.” Jumping out of bed, I walked into the living room, searching the closet for two of the test kits from work. Before I found the kit, however, Jake’s head appeared in the window of the front door. I opened the door even before he could knock, and gestured for him to enter. Giving him a quick kiss, I softly welcomed him saying “Come on in sexy … you’re just in time for some fun … get naked.” Jake smiled, gave me another kiss, and removed his shirt, ad I returned to the closet, finally locating the two HIV test kits of which I was thinking. Giving me a quizical look, Jake gestured at the kits. “Just gonna run a test for Ty and myself," I explained, adding “Stay here for a minute, get naked and let me start these,… be right back.” Taking the test kits into my bedroom, I placed them on the night table, sat down, and gave Tyler a kiss. He asked “You wanna test? Can’t we...." “Yeah, we could wait but I wanna know now,” I responded as I opened the kits, swabbed our arms, and put the test strips into the liquid. Kissing Tyler another time, I commented "One more time, be right back sexy."

It took less than an hour before Graham’s phone rings, of course it’s Ross “Hi you gotta finish what you started, I’ve got an itch that needs you to scratch” Grahame gives him our address and tells him to come over NOW! “How long d’ya think it will be before the cheating slut is at our door he asks me, “20 or 30 minutes max you got him well revved up for action especially with ‘our’ boy out of action?” It’s 15 when there is an urgent knocking. I hide in the kitchen peering through a crack of the partially closed door whilst Grahame, naked, goes to the door to usher our new plaything in ready to become prey, for the first of the scorpion’s sting. “Strip” is Grahame’s only word of greeting as Ross fumbles with buttons and zip as he wriggles out of his cloths in seconds leaving him standing fully naked wearing only a shit eating grin and sporting a nice 7inch looking uncut hard-on. “What have you come for?” “Your cock and cum” Grahame now asks, “And where do you want my cum?” “Shoot it inside where all cum belongs” then a slight prick of conscious prompts him to ask, “You are clean aren’t you?” “Yeah, yeah all freshly showered!” Grahame’s reply is so fast I almost laugh out loud and give the game away. “You know that’s not what I mean” but that question gets no response. They make out briefly as Grahame manhandles Ross to our bedroom throwing him backwards on the bed and swiftly rolling his legs up to his chest. I follow to the bedroom door giving me a clear view of his exposed pink pucker that’s ready for a good workout. My man dives down getting his mouth between Ross’s ass cheeks and started working his sweet hole lapping away getting it sloppy and wet before thrusting his tongue deep into its musky depths. “Relax, push out let me have full access” Grahame instructs and as Ross relaxes his sphincter and submits his hole under the onslaught of tongue making circles, nibbling at the flesh or pushing his tongue in as far as possible probing and relentlessly fucking in and out just as his cock soon will be. “Oh fuck yeah!” Grahame utters. “Oh, ah, fuck, yeah” Ross moans and writhes on our bed screwing up the duvet in his hands and then lets slip “No one’s rimmed me like that. Normally just spit and fucks. This feels sooooo good.” By this time, I’m slowly wanking at the sight before me and know Grahame could not hold back much longer, he needs to fuck him, and Ross needed it too. “Fuck me please. Please!” Ross is almost screaming and Grahame was not about to disappoint as he spat on his hand and starts to slather the slime over his 8-inch cock and whilst not as big as Liam’s Grahame is a pig and knows how to fuck. “No lube, just spit I want you to feel every inch as I sink in to your cunt”. That’s my boy for you! Whether he realised it or not he was about to get bred with toxic sperm as Grahame took his time entering by gently pressing his furiously leaking cockhead against his hole. With all the pre-cum spewing out he really didn’t need lube at all. Ross exhaled deeply in pleasure or pain as Grahame’s cockhead slid inside the outer ring of his chute. “Fuck Yeah! It’s been a while since anyone’s been filling my hole. Need it so bad.” Breathes Ross They both grunt in pleasure as Grahame’s cock slid further up his tight passage stretching his rectal walls until his well-trimmed pubes press deep into the ass cheeks and then pulls back with shallow movements, slow and fast, in and out picking up speed changing direction, depth and speed. Being a bit smaller in the cock department than Liam, Grahame knew he had to work that bit harder to make the cheating boyfriend come back for more as his sickly boyfriend was temporarily unable to perform his Top duties. Grahame’s ass pistoned up and down like a well-oiled engine drilling Ross’s hole really deep, bashing his prostate on every stroke, getting them both to the point of no return. With sweat flying, inevitably Grahame asks the age-old question “Where do you want my load?” quickly followed by “You’re going to get it were cum belongs. Yeah here it cums!” He ejaculates so hard I almost feel it myself as his red-hot dirty load blasts in Ross’s guts in seven or eight pulses as he keeps thrusting at a reduced pace to make sure the Poz cum gets in to do its duty. As pre-planned I burst in, “What the fuck?” “Oh shit!” says Grahame in mock horror, “I didn’t expect you back so soon” “Fuck off – get out, I don’t want you here.” Before adding to Ross “Stay where you are” who tries to gather himself together to make a quick exit. Despite being a natural bottom watching my boy fuck the living daylights out of Ross has me hard and ready to spread my toxic seed too and as Grahame exits stage left I push the shocked Ross back down, he’s stunned and doesn’t protest as I lift his legs, spread them wide giving a great view of his wet and open wide hole. “Now it’s my turn you piece of trash, fucking with my boyfriend eh?” “Yes, sorry I didn’t know…he never said. I…Oooooo, ahhhhhh!” and the sentence hangs as I slide my seven inches in so easily and immediately start power fucking. “Love fucking a cummy hole. Especially one that’s been loaded with demon seed” I notice that either ‘demon seed’s’ connotation didn’t register or Ross simply did not care. “Now beat off and milk the cum outta my cock with your sloppy ass” I command and our new sub boy complies by furiously wanking, a few stokes in and his ass muscles clamp down on my cock as he fires wave after wave of cum all over himself. Huffing and puffing, red faced and in a strangled wheeze pants “Fuck yeah. Love your bare cock in my hole. Fuck me harder. I want your load in my ass.” And then it happens, my cock throbs, get harder still, my balls raise up and fire volley after volley of charged cum deep in his guts. As opposed to telling me what a great fuck he had just had I get, “Sorry. I am so sorry I didn’t mean to cause grief between you and your man it’s just that I’ve been away and I’m so blue balled I just had to have sex. Sorry” I cut him off telling him I found out that Grahame cheated on me a while back and whilst angry at first it has liberated our sexlife meaning we can fulfil some fantasies, “Tell me what’s yours?” I expected at least a nano-second of silence, but no. “Rape, I’d love to be tied up and raped.” Ummm I notice no mention of a boyfriend or slip up saying Liam’s name so far…and as our breathing normalizes, I think, “we’ll need to give that some thought” and knowing Grahame is outside waiting to make a ‘date’ as part of our collective next move when Liam was better and up for it, I tell Ross to “Get out”

As we all calmed down the musky smell of man-on-man sex hung thick in the air, with Grahame saying, “Time for a shower and freshen up” hauling Liam to his feet half dragged him to the bathroom as feeling returned to his wobbly legs. I on the other hand surveyed the blood and spunk strewn bedding and decided to throw them in the washer, carefully as Liam’s load slid from my well used ass no matter how hard I clenched tight. By the time I reached our walk in shower the room was hot and steamy I could see Liam’s shampoo covered body pushed up against the wall saying “fuck me” This nice guy had turned into an aggressive bottom. It certainly had me hot and horny again and began stroking my hard cock intensely watching the action unfold before my eyes. As Grahame kissed Liam’s neck hard our sub boy was pulling his cheeks apart…with me barely 8 feet away and they couldn't care less. I sit on the loo, relax and let the rest of Liam’s cum flow down the pan as I watch and fist my cock as Grahame’s cock keeps rubbing against his cum lubed hole, a hole that had been opened so much since he arrived hours ago and as the tip found its mark Liam simultaneously pushes all the way down in one swift move before bouncing up and down furiously riding the hard flesh fast and furiously that they both cum in minutes, Grahame deep in Liam’s sloppy cunt whilst his load slides down the shower wall. After their show they towel off as I quickly freshen up and we all crash naked on the couch talking openly for the first time. Liam tells us his boyfriend had gone with his parents, sister and her husband on a family 3-week Caribbean holiday, one that he couldn’t go on due to his work launching a new product meaning he had to train their Worldwide sales team over a series of seminars during those same weeks… Grahame and I look each other in the eye and knowing one another’s thoughts say, “Move in with us!”, Liam’s limp cock excitedly grows to full size and gets our attention, “Looks like we have an answer and it's a YES” we all laugh and make arrangements. Liam will go home each evening skype his bf then come back to ours getting royally fucked each evening and being woken up to one of us slipping our morning wood up his gaping chute. One night I came home late to find Grahame had invited his gifter Pitor over to further infect our boy twice and one each from us. 2 weeks after my first breeding session with Liam I wake up to a moving furnace burning next to me and although his big soft cock is still just poking in my hole plugging a load of his cum in my ass his rocking action tells me Grahame is awake and has begun seeding Liam yet again. I shift in our damp bed and sensing I’m awake Liam says, “I think I’ve got a cold coming, aches and a wicked sore throat…” Grahame and I knew better, mentally I'm totting up the dates, since we had experienced the same thing I knew exactly what it was, “No bud, for sure it’s the fuck flu. RESULT! All our breeding has been successful." We all cancel work for the day as over the next few hours Liam has joint pains and his lymph nodes were on fire too before heading to a downward spiral of sweats, fever, chills, powerful headache and a messy 24 hour dose of the shits. Since this was during the 'flu season' his work assumed it was the regular flu but as the days of Liam getting sicker ticked by we had a bigger problem of his boyfriend Ross’s imminent arrival to worry about… The morning his family were due home we got Liam warm and comfortable in his own bed at home in time for us to get away before the family returned to sympathize and nurse him as the viral war within continued reminding him each day the fuck flu symptoms were a rite of passage and meant he had been pozzed by our powerful DNA. Liam importantly was really embracing getting pozzed by hatching a plan to tempt his cheating boyfriend in to a four-way hook up for us to pump him full of our toxic virus thus changing his body forever. During one of the 10 days he was off work we agreed my Top Grahame should go round and be introduced as one of Liam’s co-workers to see how he was doing with the idea really being to begin the seduction of Ross. After the “Hi how are you? You look like shit, how’s work etc etc “chit chat Liam says in a less than subtle message that he’s tired and wants to sleep, “I’m so sick and exhausted we haven’t had any sex since Ross got back” “ewe too much information!” “but thanks for stopping be to see me.” We had had regular text updates on Ross, his likes/dislikes his high sexdrive as a power bottom and so on his way-out Grahame knowing he has passed them says, “Ummm I can’t remember where I put my shoes.” “They’re here, let me get them for you” and as Ross bent down to pick them up Grahame turns and steps forward in a flash grinding his thickening cock against Ross’s pert ass. Far from protesting Ross makes out as Grahame is grabbing, squeezing and kneading his ass through his jeans, telling Ross how nice it felt. While his tongue was in his mouth he unfastened Ross’s pants and pulled them down pushing him to their front door. A wet finger was quickly in his ass and then Grahame drops to his knees and started to eat his hole, forcing his talented tongue deep in the musky opening. After a few minutes it was nice and wet, so stood and switched to rubbing his hard bare dick against the willing hole. He whispers his demands, "Tell me how much you want my cock and cum?" Ross the slut excitedly responds "My pussy is yours. I want your cock in my hole. I want your cum. I will do whatever you say." “Fuck yeah! There’s nothing I love better than shoving my raw dick in a cheating slut’s hole. I’m going to load you up.” And with that he thrust in hard, “but not here, I’ll leave my number, be sure and call me” Grahame pulls out, dresses and is out the door in seconds wondering how long it will be before Ross calls.

As I lay beside the boy he greedily licks my fingers clean of the bloodied cum and ass juices. “Well, well who have we here?” asks Grahame, the boy locks eyes with me sensing my confusion that we didn’t even to get to introducing ourselves blurts out “Liam…my name is Liam” “Well Liam, what brings you to our bed, sharing my boyfriend?” Liam looks worried but answers, “My cheating boyfriend. He’s obviously moved on to an ‘open relationship’ so this is a revenge fuck.” He turns his head and says “sorry” to me before continuing, “I thought I might as well knowingly get pozzed so I get IT out of the way and not worry about who I fuck in future.” I can’t help but notice Grahame’s cock is rock hard in his joggers with a sizable wet patch from copious amounts of pre-cum thinking that this 20 something years old jock is, ready and begging to be fucked full of HIV-positive spunk again. “Ha. That’s funny, you see I am a cheating husband too that got pozzed, knocked up my partner who’s just passed on my DNA to you” and turning to me says, “turned him from a cock loving cum slut in to a gifting TOP, who knew that would happen once he was made free?” “And looking at the POZ mess leaking from your hole and the blood on our sheets I recon you’re well and truly on your way to joining the brotherhood too” As the words spill from his mouth he is pulling off his shirt and dropping his joggers to reveal his prized possession a lovely 8” x 6” uncut cock that already is hard and twitching, flat against his stomach and has smeared glistening pre-cum over his hairy treasure trail. “As you’re here you might as well take my DNA from the source!” as an evil grin appears across his face as he approaches our new friend Liam "Yeah roll over, spread your cheeks and hole, let me get a couple of fingers in there, no need for lube, ah! three fingers sawing in and out,” Knowing my boyfriend’s technique those fingers will be circling round probing the soft inner reaches of Liam’s fuck chute and massaging his prostate driving him crazy. “You my friend, I'll have you gaping soon." All Liam could utter between moans was, "Fuck yeah, this feels amazing! Wreck my hole." "I see there's a lot of pink in the cum leaking around my fingers. Looks like Harry did some damage fucking you earlier, just makes it easier for our poz swimmers to get into your body and do their work.” “Jeez how many loads have you taken boy?” “Three…ummm…aaaah….so far” replies Liam pushing back further impaling his puffy hole on Grahame’s fingers as four long fingers are now opening Liam’s hole yet wider “You ready for more infected cum?" What could he say? There was only one right answer at this moment in time. "Yeeeeessss, Fuck Me, pleeeeeaaase." I slide off the bed to get a closer look as Grahame wanks his cock a couple of times before placing the angry purple head of his deathstick at Liam’s hole, teasing his ass lips and drooling toxic fluid all around his opening. "Ahhh ...yes" my partner says as the bulbous bellend pushes in and disappears into the fleshy crevice. Our boy is making involuntary little whimpers just like I do when Grahame’s thick dick squeezes past my ass muscles and pulls everything back as he withdraws, only to increase the sensations of pressure and fullness as he slowly inches more cock in. My mouth is dry and I feel slightly faint but I cannot take my eyes off my boyfriend’s dick fluidly moving in and out going deeper with each forward stroke as he gently rocks back and forth. “You ready for more boy?” I know Grahame is impatient as he can fuck for ages before cumming and doesn’t want to hold back any longer. A POZ man on a mission to infect a NEG bottom. “Fuck yeah” is the response as my partner leans forward, has his hand on Liam’s shoulders pulling him back as simultaneously he bucks his hips forwards to slide all 8 inches in balls deep. “How does that feel now all of me is buried deep in you boy?” “Ummmm….so good” coos Liam I watch both of them intently, and then my husband and I look into each other's eyes. "Fuck yea", he moans. I'm so turned on, I can feel my heart pounding and notice my tender and worn cock is stirring again demanding attention thicken with each heartbeat. I scoot on the bed, wriggle back downwards under Liam, whose hole is taking all the pleasure as Grahame’s rhythm picks up, as his shriveled penis bounces under his tummy and roll my head back to suckle on his shrunken cock. I’m sucking hard and swirling my tongue getting frustrated that I’m having so little effect so I reach up to Liam’s chest and begin tweaking and rubbing his nipples which has an immediate impact. Blood floods through his slab of meat as it grows and grows until its lodged down my throat cutting off air supply. I panic, feel faint as his cock is pushed yet further into me with each thrusting motion from behind. Tears, mucus and snot flow as I eventually wiggle free, chest heaving, gasping for air, panting hard as I recover, enough of that I manoeuvre further down the bed to watch mesmerised as Grahame’s big dick pistons in and out coupled to a heady mix of sweaty sex, cum and ass juices l could stay here forever. I’m brought back to reality as velvety lips engulf my cock. "Ahhhhhhh.... careful….ahhhh... so tender" I moan as he works my cock. To take my mind off the soreness l tug and squeeze on my fellah’s big cum laden shaved balls as he lets out a long moan making me smile as I watch them grow and turn red in my hands eliciting a further moan letting me know he’s in heaven receiving all this attention. I know I am as Liam deep throats my hard on but no matter how hard he tries my balls are drained dry and I am not going to cum anytime soon. I am happy just wanting to watch my man fucking Liam getting bred over and over taking part in his conversion although as I watch I am beginning to feel jealous. My hole is desperate for attention right now, and I’m so hungry to bottom again I don’t care if it’s from a cock or a tongue especially as I hear Grahame hunch over Liam and say, “I’m getting close” “Stop!” I say and waste no time climbing from under Liam to squatting down presenting my hole right in front of Liam’s face. I feel his hands and then his face gets knocked in to my butt as Grahame’s dick serves him well and forces into Liam’s open hole again and I groan loudly as his tongue slides up to my asshole but I’m aching to be fucked and bred by Liam’s big cock. Next I feel wet fingers rubbing my asshole – it feels good. “Ahhhhhhh… yeah, time for a daisy chain” I moan “Fuck yea babe” I hear from behind “That’s what you need… some thick dick?” I nod vigorously pushing back on Liam’s fingers as the two disengage and pull me to the end of the bed, I step off, bend over, head down, ass up dying to be fucked. Liam lines up behind me and I feel his wet cock touching my hole, then pushes all 9 inches in to my well used hole, holding it for a moment as my ass stretches and contracts around his cock. From behind I hear Grahame say “you been missing my POZ cock you bugchasing slut, wanting to get knocked up, huh?" "Yeah, do it. Poz me up." Says Liam as more movement from behind forces his dick deeper in me. "I'm all the way in…does that feel good boy…more Poz cock for your Neg ass?" "Oh fuck ... oh fuck ..yeah” as I feel Liam’s body shake at the intrusion as Grahame starts riding the boy with his cock throbbing and leaking precum deep inside of him as the daisy chain fucking slowly begins. Grahame has his long toxic cock halfway into Liam leaving him room to fuck himself in to me and then back fully onto Grahame. We got a good rhythm going, with my fellah’s cock forcing what’s left of my dirty load deeper with each stroke to do it deed. Liam picked up the pace going back and forth, into the ass and onto the cock, balls slapping, heat building, his stamina impressive as he worked up a sweat fucking into me and then impaling himself on Grahame’s Poz cock. The pounding is hard and fast just as I love it, I’m in absolute ecstasy with Liam’s uncut cock drilling my hole. To keep pace, he’s holding on tight, nails digging in my flanks. The whole scene had him so fucking worked up hurtling towards sensory overload “I won’t last long. Fuck! I’m getting close,” Liam tells us. “I’m getting ready to breed your guts,” he almost screams into my ear. “Yeah do it, fill me up…cum…I need it!” I shout back like a good bottom should Further behind we hear, “Are you ready for my poz cum in your ass? I’m gonna fill your fucked-up hole up with it.” “Oh fuck yes, I can’t wait any longer…I’m gonna shoot…OH FUCK I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” Liam bellows, shoving all the way in me and shooting his cum, spraying my needy guts in an explosive climax. Surely his sphincter was contracting tight around Grahame’s thrusting dick alternating between squeezing and milking the deadly load out “You want this load?” “Yes … yes … fuck yeah… I want it” Getting off on the verbals Grahame says “What do you want?” as he rams in hard doing as much damage as possible, “Beg for IT” “Fuck … fuck ... I want it, I want your load, I want your POZ load”. I could tell Grahame was close now, past the point of no return. He plunges his cock hard “here it comes, boy... You're getting my cum!" Lucky Liam, I know he will be feeling Grahame’s thick vein on the underside of his cock expand and flex as it propels the explosion of infected cum in his guts. I know he’s doing his best to make sure that his life altering DNA finds its way into Liam’s bloodstream where it will take hold – another HIV+ bareback bottom is born. We disentangle and see where Grahame pulled that a dollop of my deadly dark pink sperm hangs from the gaping opening of the hole, “Hot” we simultaneously whisper. Panting and dripping in sweat Liam is quickly down from his climactic high by asking, “Can I do the honors of cleaning your cocks?” Fuck, what a pig we have created here!

Predators and prey (Part 7) Michael was on his back. He stared at the ceiling breathing heavily. Slowly he turned to his left side and closed his eyes. His whole body ached, but the pain in his ass was unbearable. His “first time” had developed into a brutal gangbang. But it was him, who stared at the bulges of some guys and caused them to get horny for his ass. It was him, who answered softly ‘Yes’ when the question came up, if he would like to take some dicks up his ass. And it was him, who followed a stranger to this shack in the middle of the night. But he never thought of getting hurt so bad. His ass was bleeding, he could feel that, and his blood mixed with the semen of half a dozen guys already. He didn’t know, how many of them still lured into the darkness, for the chance to be his next fucker. A hand touched his shoulder soothingly and a voice whispered in his ear ‘Hey Buddy, are you okay’? Michael moaned simply. “Hey, I am talking to you. Are you still with us?” the voice asked again. “Yes…” Michael panted. “Good - you are awake” the voice almost sounded cheerfully. The hand on his shoulder pressed him towards the mattress. “Get down on your belly and relax” he got instructed. “My ass is hurting so much…” Michael moaned. “I know baby… it is supposed to hurt” the guy answered. He felt his legs being pushed apart by the male who knelt behind him and talked to him for a while now. “Spread your legs a bit wider. Give me better access to your slimy cunt” Michael couldn’t see the guy opening his jeans, but he understood that the next guy was ready to mount him. His ordeal was not over. “Ooooooh” he groaned. “Yeah I know boy. Just a second….. I am going to give you my junk” the guy replied, as if Mike’s groaning was an encouragement. Michael was too weak to fight back and so he felt his ass open up for yet another thick cock. His ass muscles, which tried desperately to close for the last couple of minutes were forced to swallow yet another brick again. “Calm down and enjoy my dick you, whore. You don’t have to do a thing, just stay on your belly and keep those legs spread, I will do the rest you, ok bitch?” the guy asked, but didn’t actually care about an answer. Michael felt his guts being ripped apart again. It seemed like his fucker was trying to hammer another hole into his body. “Do you like my cock? Hm… answer me bitch, do you like my big fat poz-stick?” the voice asked again and again. Mike grunted - not being able to form a clear thought. Instead he tried to open his asshole for the aggressive intruder. The guy used his full body weight on the boy’s skinny frame. Sometimes he supported himself on his arms to thrust more powerful blows into the abused and bleeding boysnatch. Then another time he almost crushed Michael under his weigh. “Feel me, bitch….. drain my nuts with your tight ass” the big dicked hunk shouted. While banging the 18 year olds ass brutally, a melody started to play. The stallion was looking around but didn’t seem to slow down in his fucking movements. “Who`s fucking mobile is it…. ?” he yelled. There was no response. Mike’s clothes were still scattered around on the dirty mattress and out of the corner of his eye the banger saw the visual signs of an incoming call. The ringtone was a recording, Michael did at his church, while singing one of his favorite songs. “The LORD is my shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me, beside the still waters….” … and then again with the choir…. “My LORD is my shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me, beside the still waters….” “Still waters…. “ The hunk fished the mobile phone out of Mike’s pocket and saw the incoming call flashing on the screen. He hissed at one of the waiting guys to hold the mobile in front of the twink’s face. “But don’t let him touch it” he made sure the other guy understood, who read the name on the screen and laughed out loudly. The guy in Michael’s ass sped up. “I think this one’s for you” he signaled the second guy to flash the screen to Michael’s face and he looked in disbelief. ‘Mom’ was written on the screen and a picture of his smiling mother was looking at him. Michael reached his hands towards the ringing phone, but it was still ouf of touch for him. “Where are you….” he shouted at Mike and continued to fuck him violently.. Mike didn’t know what to answer. “Where does she think you are?” the question was specified. “…. friends house….” “Friends name!” the fucker demanded. “….. never *urgs* mentioned a *ufff* name….” Michael replied while being fucked harder than before. “…. Oh Fuck…..” the pummeling guy yelled and then pulled his club out of the adolescent’s ass. “…. Give me the god damn phone and make sure our guest won’t spoil the show” he instructed some onlookers. Michael’s shirt got used a second time tonight and was stuffed into his mouth. Breathing became difficult but he tried to stay calm. The guy who stuffed his mouth knelt with his full weigh on his back to keep him down, but he was to weak anyways. The first guy answered the phone quite breathlessly (no wonder) and in a sleepy tone “Hello….?” He slowly stroked his dick while looking down at Michael. A woman’s voice could be heard on the other side of the line and she seemed to be quite upset or extremely worried. “No, this is the Bartholomew residence…. yes of course Michael is here” he mocked the preys name pointing at him. “No – he is at our house. He and my son Matthew are in the same science class. They had to work on some papers. I thought he asked for your allowance to stay overnight…..” he rolled his eyes. “Yes…. No…. he forgot the phone in the living room. He is upstairs sleeping. I came down myself, because I heard the ringing… a beautiful tune, that’s what my wife also said” he kept on stroking his hard tool knowing he was about to destroy this guys ass as soon as he would end this call. “No, you don’t have to worry. I will tell Michael in the morning to give you call, as soon as he is awake and able to speak.” The guy was leering at Michael, whose legs were still spread widely. Without a warning he kicked the boy into his nuts….. just so. *Bang* Michael made noises like a hurt animal. “Oh no…. I just hit my little toe at the dining table…. walking around in the darkness….. Yes, the same to you. Have a good night and God Bless you too…..” he quit the call and handed the mobile to the second pal. “Keep it, we might use it later on” he winked at him. Dropping to his knees he didn’t need to search long for the bloody entrance. It was easy to sink into Mike’s ass. As soon as he lowered himself completely into this toyboy he fucked Michael like a sledge hammer. He ripped the shirt out of Mike’s mouth and with enough oxygen he was able to response in a proper powerfucking way. He continued grunting, moaning and whining, which was music to the ears for the bunch of guys, who were still waiting for their turn. “Here I cum…. take my load you bitch; you’re a poz cumdump. You are such a sleazy fuck…. you enjoy being our project, huh? The fucker unloaded his personal virus collection into Michael’s mildly resisting body. But who would judge them, because in the end it was him, who stared at the bulges of some guys and caused them to get horny for his ass. It was him, who answered softly ‘Yes’ when the question came up, if he would like to take some dicks up his ass. And it was him, who followed a stranger to this shack in the middle of the night. The fucker couldn’t help but to give the boy another kick into his nuts and while Michael wailed in his distress he buttoned himself up and made room for the next guy who seemed to be a tough one. He was a leather daddy and obviously a motor cyclist, since he carried his helmet around. He had a pair und handcuffs at the ready. ‘Sex had to hurt’, he remembered the words well and so he tried not to worry about the pain…. but he was sure, a couple of more hard fucks and he would be dead. Or at least wishing he was....

Chapter 2: I met Mike a couple of years back when I was just 21, a few weeks from my 22nd birthday, and we quickly became regular fuckbuds. At that time, I thought I was sexually adventurous. Mike, however, opened me up more sexually. Mike fucked me, occasionally shared his piss with me, and my favorite part, he liked group sex and took me to sex parties. It took almost no time before I was chasing the bug with him. I had always barebacked, without giving it much thought, now I hungry for a poz man’s cock. I wouldn’t say we were ever dating, but we were close, we had a lot of sex, and spent a lot of time together. I met Mike on BBRT. Another cute versatile guy among the hundreds. Mike’s profile listed his stats as 24, 5’7”, 135lbs, large cock and his HIV status read, 'Ask me'. I wasn’t sure about that part but I really wanted that cock in me; I was hot for him. I unlocked my pics and noticed he checked out my profile. A minute or two later he had unlocked and I had emails from him. I thought about it and supposed 'Ask me' might well mean he was HIV+, but I was interested, I replied and simply asked. Mike’s reply was “I'm probably neg, but always bareback and want guys to ask." "Why not just say 'Not sure'", I asked. He had no answer, but only replied “Looking .. text me,” giving me his number. I showered and cleaned out and in about 30 minutes was at his front door. He answered the door, looked like pics, but he had serious bed head. He was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. We made eye contact, I smiled, “Haaaa… looks like I’m overdressed” I said, and in attempt to impress him, stripped right there in the foyer. He kissed me, “Let’s go to my bedroom.” He led me down the hall, I sat on the end of his bed, him standing over me, and we kissed again. It was amazing, his lips were so soft and when his tongue invaded my mouth I got an instant hard-on. He looked down at me, “You’re neg too?” I nodded, “Cool,” he murmured. I kept the eye contact as I lowered myself to my knees, licked the head of his cock while he watched, “Ahhhh … mmmmm … feels good," he moaned. I went slowly, licking the slit, then the head, then taking as much of his cock in as I could get. Back and forth I repeated the motions. I knew it was working, in 3.2 seconds he had become a leaky faucet of precum, and I was greedily swallowing every drop. His hands rested on my head as I serviced him. “Stand up," he ordered, and upon doing so, he again kissed me. Mike pointed to the bed, “Turn around and get on all fours. Show me that hot hole of yours." I climbed on the bed, head down, ass up, spreading my legs and ass with it – I wanted to feel vulnerable and exposed. I wanted him to fuck me. “So hot”, I hear him say softly. He got up on the bed close to me, and ran his hand over my ass and lightly into the crack … teasing. I heard what sounded like him pulling a finger from his mouth, then I felt pain, he shoved his middle finger right up inside me. “Ahhhhh … ahhhh,” I gasped. In a subdued voice he remarked “Mmmmm … Yeah that’s what you want … oh fuck that’s a nice, tight hole." I knew he was just looking down at me – lightly massaging inside me, this time he spoke up, “Yeah I’m gonna fuck and breed you like a little bitch. You’re queer for my seed ain’tcha?” The words were like a drug, “Yes … Yes I am." “Yes, what? You want this raw cock and seed?” This time I didn’t hold back, “Fuck yes I do! Fuck I want that raw cock and seed!" “That’s right boy .. mmmmm .. gonna breed that ass so deep.” Mike removed his finger from my ass, leaned in a little bit and then I could hear the lube as he stroked some on his cock a few times, then another squeeze, and I could feel cold lube running into the crack of my ass. “Bitch, it's time to breed that hole." He then placed one of his hands on my waist and I knew the other was on his cock; I could feel his cock head touching my hole. Mike was about to put that hot cock where his finger had been. I wanted it. I pushed back a little let him know. “Ahhhh … ! Ahhhhh fuck!”, I cried out as he pushed in and his big dick invaded the tight space of my ass. “That’s right boy … fuck, … ahhhh … that’s right, fuck … give that ass to me … gonna breed you so deep – fill you with cum." I knew Mike could feel how tight I was but it didn’t stop him from using slow, constant pressure n his cock, “That’s it … so hot … ahhhh… ahhhh... fuck yeah, .. fuck yeah," and he bottomed out, “That’s all of me babe … got that raw cock all the way in." I moaned, “MMMMMMMM”, it stung but feeling his hairy nuts touching my ass made me want his load that much more. He moved back out almost as slowly as he entered, then back in again. It didn’t take very long before he was pounding my ass hard. I could hear his balls slapping against my ass as he pushed all the way in. "Fuck me, mmmmmm… fuck … fuck … yeah, fuck me," I begged. Mike now grunted in reply “Fuck yeah, take my cock, bitch!” I kept my face down in the comforter as he rode my ass like a pro. I had been fucked many times before but Mike was riding this ass like a champion at a Rodeo. “Spread your cheeks more for me”, I reached back, “Yeah like that… like that”, it felt like that raw cock pushed in a little deeper, if that was even possible. “Fuck yeah … breed my ass … I want it. Fuck .. fuck .. yeah you want this dirty load don’t you?” I had no idea what we were even saying, “Yeah, I do," I replied. I was too involved to give any other reply. Mike rode me like that for a solid 10 minutes and I could tell from his grunts he was about to go over the edge. “ahhhhh … I’m close … fuck! … I’m getting close babe, … gonna dump this huge load inside you … ahhhh”, “Fuck yea … fuck I want it”. Mike made a few final firmly planted thrusts, and then it happened, “AHHHHHHHHHHHH … FUCKKKKK … FUCKKKKKK”, I felt him make one final thrust in deep and I knew he was squirting his load into my guts. “FUCK!”, he shouted, as I felt his cock spasm and the sweat from his balls against me. There was no mistaking I had just taken another man’s cum. We were both hot and sweating when the a/c kicked on … we stayed connected like that for a few more minutes, neither one of us wanting to move or let his cock slip out of my hole. “That was so hot .. did you get what you wanted?” It seemed a bit of an odd question, but I just replied with, “Fuck yeah I did. I wanted your big load. It was so hot." Mike withdrew and lay down beside me and we started to share soft kisses as we lay there just soaking in the whole experience. “So you like this raw cock huh?” “Love it … that was so hot.” “Nice … we gonna do it again?” I replied “Hell yeah, anytime.” “You up for group fun sometime, too? Fuck bud of mine loves breeding ass … he usually just fucks me." The image of Mike taking raw cock while fucking me went through my head, “Bareback?” “Yeah, it's the only way I get fucked," he replied. I just laughed, “Yeah, I’m up for that anytime." Mike looked at me, “Kevin … he’s poz … that still cool?” I hadn’t given it any thought before, but this made me acknowledge, even as hot as he was, I had just let another guy I didn’t really know cum inside my ass. I know there was a risk, but in the few seconds it took me to process his question I could tell he wasn’t sure if he should’ve said anything, so I just spit out, “I’m good … yeah,.. yeah, it's cool.” “You sure? I gotta say, I fuckin' love his cock too." “I’m sure, yeah, I’m sure. Will he want to fuck me?” “He might. Yeah, I think so. You might as well let him." “Yeah.” “You just took my cum, and he’s been fucking me for a while now.” I smiled back at Mike, “Yeah, he can definitely fuck me if he wants.” I swallowed hard, then I just kissed him. Mike just smiled a mischievous grin.

Chapter 3 – My First Alpha: The cold stone of the fireplace against my back made me feel safe, as did the piece of wood I still gripped in my right hand. Last night had started fucking amazing, like a total wet dream as I bent over and took a number of raw daddy dicks in the basement bathroom of the local bar. Now here I was. Scared, scarred, and with some foul cum from the beast that attacked and fucked me still dripping out of my ass. Yet, no matter how painful and frightful that had been, just thinking about the way he/it mounted me, fucked me with such intensity, and then filled me to the rim with the biggest load imaginable made my dick stick straight up and start leaking. Fuck I’m a mess! A few hours passed and I was still there – sitting in a puddle of dried beast nutt that had leaked from my ass, my back against the fireplace where I felt safest and in nothing but tattered rags keeping the cold at bay – when Mr. Stockton and his boys found me the next morning. At first when I heard the porch boards creak my heart leapt into my throat, I snapped my head, my guts twisted and the bile started to rise. Was the beast back? Would he breed me again? Shit I had to quit thinking about that. That’s fucked up! The front door knob jiggled, twisted, I then heard keys and the door slowly opened. My heart was still racing as a dark shadow filled the door that was barely lit with the soft glow of early dawn. One heavy footstep, then another, and I sighed in relief as it was just a man. Well not ‘just’ a man. It was a fucking-smoking-hot-as-hell-daddy! My dick sprang right up again and I had to adjust to tattered quilt to keep it hidden. The man stepped into the cabin and looked around, quickly taking in the broken table, lamp, and turned over furniture. He SNIFFED once, then twice, a grim expression on his face before his gaze landed on me. Sensing my fear and anxiety, he took an easy step my way, with his left hand slightly extended and a slight stoop in his posture. “You OK there son?” he asked. I cocked my head, my muscles relaxing just from the confidence and power in his voice. My shoulders slumped, but before I could respond there was a loud ruckus on the porch, the beating of booted feet, and four more guys rushed in through the door. “Pops, we checked around back and…..” The man before me threw his right back to halt their progress and snapped his head to the side as he snarled, “SSHHHH!” The other four stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes now all settling on me. I looked back up at the first man – this daddy – and wanted to whimper as he reminded me of Clifton – a bigger and better version of Clifton anyways. Tall, muscular, long black hair, big bushy beard and mustache, but instead of blue, this daddy’s eyes were a rich emerald green with centers of blazing orange that shone out from under his thick brows like the light from the Colossus of Rhodes. “Easy now,” the daddy said as he squatted down in front of me, his jeans straining to contain his thighs, “Apologies for my boys here. They forget their manners sometimes and its not often we have company up here. I’m J.M. Stockton. Did you find my notes?” Mr. Stockton? Wow. I expected some old white haired dude with a cane or something. This guy looked maybe 35 and as I peered over his shoulder at his ‘boys’ who had all scooted forward closer, I wrinkled my brow as I questioned how they could be his sons? One of them didn’t look that much younger than he did, although the youngest looking one, who stood a bit back and to the side holding his right arm, looked about my age. I turned back to Mr. Stockton who was looking at me with the most intense gaze Mr. Stockton eased his left hand forward, his forearm was thick, hairy, and his hand was like three times the size of mine. I eyed it like I was seeing a snake in the garden and trying to decide if I should whack it or let it be. Before I could act one way or the other Mr. Stockton’s hand flashed forward, grabbed the end of the piece of firewood, twisted it, pulled it out of my hand, and casually tossed it back into the pile beside the fireplace. He set his hand on my right shoulder, I shivered, and he said in the calmest voice, “I hope you don’t mind us checking on you. I thought I heard something last night and wanted to make sure you didn’t have any trouble.” What could I say? I got raped by some beast? Some animal decided it was horny, came to the cabin, opened the door, turned off the lights, then mounted me and cummed in me? Fucking crazy! Instead I stuttered, “SSSome ann ann - a bear or something got in. I mmm mmmust have left the door unlocked. I’ll pay for the table and lamp and stuff. I’m…I just…” I was shaking so hard now. Mr. Stockton squeezed my shoulder, spun on his heals, stood to his full height and snarled at his boys, “Get out. Go home.” Three of them took right off. The last stood there looking particularly defiant. Mr. Stockton pointed, “Isaac. Right now.” Isaac glared at me, rubbed his upper arm, then stomped out, slamming the door behind him. Mr. Stockton kneeled down beside me, he licked a finger and wiped at something on the side of my head. I stared into his emerald eyes, which now seemed to burn even brighter and shook my head. I started to try to get up and yelped in surprise as Mr. Stockton wrapped his big muscular arms around and under my body and lifted me right up as he stood like I was a bag of groceries. The tattered and shredded quilt dragged along the floor as he carried me into the bedroom and gently laid me onto the bed. I shivered at his burning touch and tried to bury myself deeper in the quilt’s remains. Mr. Stockton tenderly caressed the side of my head in reassurance, then stepped into the bathroom and yelled, “I WAS A MEDIC IN THE ARMY BACK IN THE DAY AND LIVING OUT HERE, WE HAVE TO BE ABLE TO CARE FOR OURSELVES. I’LL HAVE YOU FIXED RIGHT UP IN NO TIME.” He soon came back with a first aid kit, as well as a bottle of whiskey. He took a long swig, wiped his mouth, then handed the bottle to me. My hands shook, the whiskey burned, but when it hit my stomach it helped. I clung to the bottle as Mr. Stockton pulled the tattered quilt away and off my body. He sat on the edge of the bed, and with a determined look, began running his hands up and down my chest and torso, inspecting all of my little cuts and bruises. His touch sent waves of desire and a strange tingling sensation through me and my dick popped right up and started twitching, anxious for attention. I tried to cover it with my left hand, Mr. Stockton let out a barrel chested laugh and said, “Hell, no need to be shy with me. It’s OK.” Was it my imagination or was his dick getting hard too? I swear that long, deep shadow and bulge was not showing in his jeans a second ago. He continued to tenderly examine my sides, hips, legs, and paused with a look of concern when he got to the large slash marks on my upper left arm. He squeezed my arm tight, his eyes narrowed, and he roughly pulled me close to him as he SNIFFED, then shocked me as he ran his long, rough tongue over the open and scabby cuts, slathering them in his spit. What the fuck? I tried to pull back, but he was focused on licking my wounds. When he was done, he released my arm and looked embarrassed, “My apologies. I didn’t mean to frighten you. Saliva has some of the best healing and cleaning properties and for cuts like those is better than peroxide, which actually kills good cells too. Now tell me, honest now, how did you get those cuts on your arm?” I sighed. Hell. “The bear, it…” I started, but from the narrowing of Mr. Stockton’s eyes I knew he didn’t believe me. Fuck. I took a long swig of whiskey for courage and blurted out as fast as I could, “There was this thing, this animal, some sort of…fuck I don’t know. I was asleep, and then I woke up, it was dark, and then I felt it, saw it, the light…fuck! Then it was on me, not just on me, but ON me, and then in me, like, fuck! It…it…fucked me OK. It held me down on the floor as it fucked me. It had claws and like fingers, but not really, and was hairy, and fuck! I don’t know. It was dark, but it…I passed out I guess…and…” I gulped more whiskey. Mr. Stockton was looking even more concerned and then his faced turned to a mask of rage. I cried out as he suddenly and forcefully pushed my legs apart and tried to pull away. He let out a guttural growl, his green eyes now aflame in dark reds and oranges. My eyes widened and I froze as Mr. Stockton leaned across my open legs, keeping them pried apart with his shoulder and body as he rammed three fingers up my sore ass, dug around, pulled them out, sniffed them, nodded his head, then licked the toxic nutt and pooled ass juice off while I watched in scared fascination. The rage battled within him, his entire body shook. Mr. Stockton took a deep breath, then another, and let it out. He sat back up and gently put his hand on my thigh, “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to be – so forward. I know you have been though something that should never have happened and that is truly not allowed. There WILL be consequences I can assure you of that. Here, have some more whiskey.” I gladly took the bottle, filled my throat, and put my hand to my head. I was so confused and didn’t understand what was going on, but something was. I could feel it, sense it, and nothing made any sense. Mr. Stockton took the bottle, set it on the nightstand, then turned and laid back onto the bed on his side as he slid his left arm under my neck. I nestled against his warm body, his big arms holding me safe and secure. I could also feel his raging boner pressing through his jeans, which made me push slightly against him. Mr. Stockton pushed against my body, but did not make any more moves. He just lay there, letting me feel him, smell him, sense him, as we shared the space and I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep. I awoke a short time later and Mr. Stockton was still holding me. He sensed I was awake and whispered, “Hey, how are you feeling?” I yawned, rubbed at my eyes, “Good, thank you. I’m sorry I fell asleep, I guess…” He interrupted me and said, “Nothing to be sorry about at all. You needed it, and from the feel of this – that’s not all you need.” Mr. Stockton’s large hand was now covering my raging hard dick and my tight balls. He squeezed slightly, making me moan, and while continuing to squeeze my manhood he began kissing my head, sniffing my hair, kissing the back of my neck, and then flipped me onto my stomach as he tenderly kissed my back, thighs, calves, then moved back up until his hot breath was hovering over the crack of my ass. He sniffed some more – long, deep, his nostrils flaring in and out as he marked all the scents wafting off my body. “I can stop if you want me to,” Mr. Stockton offered. I twisted my head, focused my eyes, and begged, “NO, please don’t stop. I want you to. I need you to. I have to…I need…” He smiled. “I know pup. I know. I’m here now.” The rays of the morning sun were now peaking through the trees, casting a spotlight through the cabin’s bedroom window onto the broad back of Mr. Stockton as he unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled off the t-shirt underneath. I held my breath. His chest was broad, muscular, defined, and covered with a tight mat of hair. A thick line of fur ran down his torso and disappeared into his jeans. His arms flexed as he moved, every muscle defined and in sync like the perfect parts of a complex machine. Boots were kicked to the side, the zipper slowly retreated, and Mr. Stockton bent forward to pull them off over his large socked feet. When he stood back up I gasped and whimpered. His V-shaped torso was centered on his solid hips that were held aloft by the biggest, muscled thighs I could have imagined. Front and center was a long, thick penis cased in a foreskin sheath that glistened in sweat and musk and filled the room with daddy scent, nestled to each side were two balls that look like they belonged on a Brahman bull. Each ball was matted in fur and I imagined the skin underneath felt tough like hide. My whimpering was uncontrollable now as was the primal urges coursing through my naked body. I twisted around and scooted so my ass was on the edge of the bed. I glanced at Mr. Stockton, his eyes a blazing red and orange color again as his long shaft stiffened and a steady stream of daddy-lube dribbled out and onto the wood floor below like the warning signs of a spring flood. My head spun as a wave of musk hit me again. I raised my legs up and back, grabbed the back of my knees to offer my morning sweet spot to this daddy, and waited. Mr. Stockton blocked all light from the window as his mighty form invaded my space and he leaned over my shaking body. He rested his elbows on the bed to other side of my arms, pinning me, and began to nuzzle, nip, and kiss and lick my neck and face. I couldn’t breathe as his mouth fully enveloped mine, his beard scratchy and carrying too many scents for me to comprehend at that time. Mr. Stockton forced air into my lungs, then let me exhale through my nose, then breathed for me again – our heartbeats becoming come. I hooked my ankles into the cross hatch of his hips and grabbed the sides of his rippling torso as he nuzzled his now fully hard manhood at the entrance to my ass and prelubed it with his daddy juice. I couldn’t take the need any longer that was building inside me like a shaken can of soda. I had to feel him in me, deep, and hard, and moaned and whimpered into Mr. Stockton’s daddy mouth and tried to push my ass onto the head of his shaft. He released my mouth, his dark hair creating a world of privacy as it fell around my head and my entire field of vision was taken up with his burning red eyes. All green was gone, and not a hint of orange was left. They were now like two blood red moons and glowing, but I was not afraid as I knew it was his burning desire for me that stoked that furnace. “Take me, please,” I whispered. Mr. Stockton gave me a lopsided smile, which made his upper lip curl up on the left side, exposing a long, sharp tooth. His voice seemed deeper, and layered with power, and echoes upon echoes, as he asked, “You give yourself to me of your own free will? Do you submit to me?” “YES PLEASE, OH YES, FUCK ME, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME – I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME – I…” WAS INTERRUPTED IN MY CRAVEN APPEALS WHEN MR. STOCKTON GRIPPED MY HEAD TIGHT BETWEEN HIS HANDS, THE PRESSURE FROM HIS FINGERTIPS READY TO SQUEEZE MY HEAD LIKE AN ORANGE, AND WITH HIS EYES BURROWING INTO MY INNERMOST SELF, HIS 11-INCH ALPHA SHAFT PUNCTURED MY ANAL RING, REOPENED THE BEASTIAL WOUNDS, AND ANOINTED MY GUTS WITH HIS STREAMING MAN LUBE. MY BACK ARCHED, BUT NOT IN PAIN, ONLY ULTIMATE ECSTASY AS HE WOUND DEEPER THROUGH MY GUTS AND HIS BODILY FLUIDS SOOTHED ALL ACHES AND PAINS, HEALED MY WOUNDS SEEN AND UNSEEN, AND GIFTED ME WITH HIS BLESSINGS. My body was used as an extended, unholy sheath for Mr. Stockton’s dick. My eyes closed, my mind was inundated with images of bodies past, present, future, and of what could be - and what must be. That weird electric orgasmic feeling that I had gotten previously hit me like a hurricane hits the Caribbean and all reason and thought was replaced by my unbridled need for him to fuck me, use me, and breed me deeper than I had ever been taken. Time stopped, or sped up, or slowed down, I’m not really sure, but when I opened my eyes again, sweat was pouring off Mr. Stockton’s hairy body, his hands now cradle the sides of my head in a dominant lock, and his entire eyes had gone to a deeper red, almost black as he slammed raw into my offered ass again – and again – and again. Mr. Stockton stopped. His eyes slowly returned to a semi-normal state, where the whites became a dull gray and the iris became the blood red moons. His lip curled, he growled deep from his chest. I knew it was time. Our bodies drew apart, one limb untangled from the next. Mr. Stockton grabbed three pillows from the head of the bed and placed them on the side edge. I rolled over, my stomach on the pillows, my knees tucked up tight, my feet dangling over the edge, and with my arms holding the pillows tight under me I stuck my ass up and out, letting my own scents and desires lead this alpha daddy on. I was open, ready, and waiting, and Mr. Stockton slammed his mighty dick into my quivering ass and yelled loud enough to rattle the windows. His massive hands landed with a thud on either side of me as he arched his body to scrape me deep, to dig me out, and to prepare me for what was to come. AT THE MOMENT I HAD NO IDEA WHERE IT CAME FROM, BUT I YELLED, “FUCK ME LIKE THE BEAST! TAKE ME LIKE HE DID! DON’T STOP! TAKE ME!” The hot breath on my back shifted from a humid summer morning, to the gates of Hell. The deep, chested growls grew louder so that my ears hurt and thrummed within my skull. My peripheral vision caught – but did not fully process in the moment – the changing of Mr. Stockton’s hands from those of a daddy, to the clawed extremities of an alpha – which shredded the sheets and mattress beneath our writhing bodies with frightening ease and drew a trail of destruction as they pulled back. There was no tenderness now as the alpha mounted me fully. Each thrust was a forced entry designed to prepare me for what lay ahead. The swollen shaft would withdraw all the way and slam back in. Over and over in steady rhythm to ensure I would submit wholly and without reservation. I was not in pain in a bad way. Did it hurt? Fuck yes. Did I want it? Fuck yes. Did it have to be so rough? Fuck yes. The chaser in me knew that the best way to get a top’s toxic load in me was to be torn open, my insides made bloody and raw and my gut lining exposed to their venomous cum. The pup’s instinct in me told me there was more to come from my alpha and in offering myself this way, in feeling his desire and pleasure with every thrust, my own ecstasy built. ALL SUCH THOUGHTS HOWEVER COULD NOT QUITE PREPARE ME. THE ALPHA’S DICK SWELLED LONGER, THICKER, STRETCHING ME EVEN MORE. I COULD TAKE IT, I WOULD TAKE IT. HIS GROWLS AND PANTING LABORED BREATHS LET ME KNOW HE WAS GETTING CLOSE TO BREEDING ME AND I STEADIED MYSELF, HELD FIRM, AND WELCOMED THE INUNDATION AS THE BACK SIDE OF THE STORM UNLEASHED ITS DOWNPOURS. THE ORGASMIC FEELINGS I HAD EXPERIENCED EVEN EARLIER WERE NOTHING COMPARED TO HIS SEED INSIDE ME. MY STOMACH FILLED WITH HIS ALPHA SPERM AS HE DEPOSITED FAR MORE THAN ANY NORMAL MAN EVER COULD. MY GUTS BURNED AND WELCOMED HIS GIFT, AND THEN IT BEGAN. A PRESSURE FAINT AND GROWING JUST INSIDE MY ASS RING AS HIS CUM CONTINUED TO POUR FORTH FROM HIS EVIL EYE. THE PRESSURE INCREASED EVER OUTWARD, ALL WHILE HE CONTINUED TO NUTT ME. I KNEW HIS DICK WAS STILL IN ME, BUT THIS FELT LIKE A FIST HAD BEEN ADDED AS WELL. MORE AND MORE THE BASE OF HIS SHAFT SWELLED UNTIL MY ASS RING WAS STRETCHED AND PLUGGED BY AN ALPHA KNOT UNIMAGINABLY LARGE. The alpha’s pants and growls continued and I could feel his dick still pulsing deep within me, but he no longer thrusted in and out and I whispered over and over, “Thank you, thank you, thank you….” As his knot held tight, locking us together, ensuring that I was forever marked as. I knew my life had changed at the moment. Exactly how in all the little ways did not matter. What did matter was that I had found where I belonged, or I should say to whom I belonged. A bond had been created, although it was only the first step to a greater bond than I could have ever dreamed. Time flowed back to the normal tick-tock of the mantel clock. I closed my eyes, embracing the moment, not wanting it to leave me, but as with all things, that too passed. Mr. Stockton was kissing the back of my neck and I could feel his knot and shaft softening and then WHOOSH as the grip it had in my ass was released and he slid out of me followed by the backwash of what felt like a hundred fucks. Mr. Stockton tenderly reached down, lifted me up, placed me prone on the bed and as he slid his left arm under my neck and snuggled up against my wet backside, he quietly said, “We need to talk.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I picked at the shredded sheet and mattress that surrounded us, pinching remnants of them between two fingers and said, “You think?” Stay tuned for Chapter 4 – My Happy Ending

CHAPTER 12: Cod: I knew Adam would be here fast, when he’s horny he never wastes time; he’s been more reliable than my Dad lately, as far as, loading up my ass goes. I was naked, lubed and incredibly horny for that big piece of meat between his legs. Poz or not -- I wanted an ass full of Adam’s cum. It was after 8, my Dad wasn’t here, and I was feeling very pervy and playful, I decided to leave Adam a note. I stuck it on the front door reading, “Strip – lube up – then come find me”. I heard a car pull, and did a quick look, Dad pulls in the garage, I knew it must be Adam. It was too dark for me to see him but I could tell someone was getting out of the car and walking to the door. I decide I’d better be ready, and put on the blind fold, and get in position (face down, ass up). I wait. Nothing. I can hear the alarm jingle when the front door opens; so far nothing. Then I hear the car door, the engine start up and the car pulls off. “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?!?”, I’m thinking. I go down stairs, the car is definitely gone. I started to wonder, “Maybe that wasn’t Adam?”.. holy crap, who could it have been, I wasn’t expecting anyone, not sure about Dad. This wasn’t like Adam, I sent him a text, “Were you just here? Coming?”. I waited around a few minutes – nothing. I’m pissed now, my ass needs attention bad, no Dad, no Sam, no FUCKING Adam, “FUCK!”. I decide to get on BBRT again and see who’s on, who checked me out and find some bare cock. A lot of guys check me out on this site, most of them, aren’t online though. I start typing out a Quick Connect ad, and the phone buzzes, “Yeh was me, had to get something, back in 10 minutes.. be ready”. I thought, “What in actual fuck did he need to go get? Seriously?” I couldn’t figure it out. I finish the Quick Connect ad, “Tight bottom looking for now for loads in well used ass”, posted it, and headed upstairs to wait for Adam. Mark (Cod’s Dad): Lying on the bed, waiting and looking very horny, is the hottest ass I’ve seen since my boy Cod -- my “Surprise” it seems. Sam never disappoints. His ass is round and looks tight, just how I like them, Cod might even get jealous if he sees how I’m practically drooling right now. Sam never lets up on the premise or purpose, he’s glaring at me, lightly touching my balls, my cock -- rock hard. We’re standing far enough from the bed, and speaking lightly enough, that I’m fairly certain the boy can’t hear us. Sam raises his eyebrows as if to say, “We’re gonna do this right?”, I smile and nod an affirmation. At that moment we both know this boy is going to get loaded, and I know, he’s getting at least one load of poz cum. I look at Sam, and then again at the ass on the bed. I start imagining all the times I’ve bred Cod’s tight ass and how great it feels; I miss him. Lusting over this boy though, Its not simple to explain the complex emotions I’m feeling, Sam is probably right, the entire last week I’ve had fuck flu or what I’ve heard referred to as ‘primary infection’, I sero-converted. I’m HIV+ now and I let Sam do this to me -- willingly. Sam can see my head swimming, “Hey… hey… don’t get too deep in thought on all this,” he smiles looking down at my hard cock, “Need you thinking with that head”. That is exactly what I need to hear, I nod, “I’m good Sam, we’re gonna fuck and breed him poz”. Even if I wasn’t poz yet I believed Sam. Sam just glared at me with one of his devious smiles. I hear the back door open and close, “Expecting someone?”, “Ummm… Yeah… be right back, get acquainted with our boy.” I walk over to the bed, this boy is lean and cute with his face down, and his ass up – ready and vulnerable. I think, “He wants to be knocked up! He deserves whatever he gets for letting this happen.” I’m in heaven, “This is a hell of a surprise Sam”, I mumble. Looking down at his ass my cock is so hard – “Gotta a big poz load built up for you boy”, he twitches a bit as I say it. Sliding my cock along the crack of his ass, he moans, I think, “Holy fuck… he’s already been fucked.” “Ahhh… ahhh… “, I hear a few more moans from him, “yeah… fuck me… please.. please breed me.”, so hot, he’s begging for it. “Not yet boy”, its thing I can think to say. I keep teasing his hole, sliding my cock in the cum thats leaking out. “…haven’t cum in 2 weeks boy… you’re getting it”, he keeps moaning, he wants it, “This boy is going to get an ass full of fucking poz cum from us”, is all I can think. I keep teasing his ass and it occurs to me, I hope he really does want to be HIV+, and I really hope he tests positive after we get done with him. “You want this boy?”, teasing him, “I’m poz. You sure you want this man’s hiv-positive cum?”, “Yeah.. ahhhhh… ahhhh… Yes, Sir.. breed me”, he begs, he’s moaning and ready, lightly pushing his ass back against my cock. I did my part I asked him what he wanted, if he’s HIV+ after we fuck, then, I reasoned, well he knew what he was getting. Sam returns with another guy and motions me over. “Don’t move boy” is all I say before leaving that beautiful hole. The boy raises his head up and turns toward me, “Yes sir”, he’s really cute, even blindfolded. I get a good look at him, and then it hits me, “Holy fuckkk… “, I mumble, its that cutie Jake from the testing center. “No wonder he’s testing so often”, I think, this puts a smile on my face. Sam looks at me, speaking very softly, “Mark… this is Sergei”. Sergei looks Russian, he’s about 35 or so and very good looking. Sergei and I check each other out, his cock looks huge, its uncut, and in an accent that is distinctly Russian sounding to me, “You are poz now?” I lean in to him a bit, “Actually .. I tested neg kinda recently, but been really sick this last week.. he thinks its fuck flu.”, I raise my eyebrows as if to say, “You?”. “Poz”, he grunts, “You’re welcome”, Sam chimes in grinning. I look at Sam’s cock and Sergei’s cock, both of them are leaking precum. I look at my cock and its leaking like a faucet, I’m thinking, “Here stand two HIV+ men because of Sam’s cock”; I wonder how many guys got the bug from him? I decide to play coy and keep the fact that I know Jake to myself, “You sure he’s neg?”, “Recently tested”, “No joke”, I thought. “We’ve done this few time, …find a guy who’s chasing, really try and give it to him; there’s five of us, six with you here, at these little parties when things line up.”, “That how you converted?”, I ask Sergei, Sam shakes his head putting his arm around Sergei, “No. He and I had lots and lots of hot private time – kinda like me and you”, smiling. Sam gets a bit of that evil look I’m used to, “Sergei isn’t taking his meds right now .. either.”, “Fuck!”, escapes my lips. “How many times?”, “Four guys so far, all bred, all tested HIV+… because of these little get togethers”. I can hear Sergei under his breathe, “Ohhh yeah…”, and I look down at his big poz prick again, I’m starting to envy Jake a bit. Jake is really cute, its hard to believe that he’s 19 and letting poz men try to knock him up. I knew I wanted to have sex with Jake when we met at the testing center and here he is, naked, horny, and the three of us are going to pump massive amounts of poz spunk deep inside that hot little bare ass. “How many loads in him?”, “Three so far. Little while before you got here.”, “Fuck yeah”, -- I feel Sam’s devious grin snaking its way across my face. We move towards the bed, and Sam reaches into the nightstand, he pulls out a toothbrush and holds it up, showing us, while putting a finger over his lips to indicate silence. “Ready for more boy?”, “Uhhhh huh…”, “What?”, and Sam rubs his cock against the boy’s wet hole again to tease him, “Yesss.. Sir”. “Got some friends to join us boy.. we got something special just for you”, Sam says, removing his cock and lightly rubbing the toothbrush against Jake’s hole. “Ohhhh… ohhhh… “, I see him squirm a little, I guess that feels different than the head of someone’s dick. Sam teases Jake’s ass lips with the brush, looks over at me and Sergei, then at our cocks. I look down and it’s obvious we’re all seriously wet and our precum is going everywhere. Sam grabs my cock and gently wipes as much of my precum onto the bristles as he can, then he repeats the process with Sergei’s and then his own cock. He mouths to us, “Watch this” as the business end of the brush slowly disappears into Jake’s bare ass. “Ohhhh… ohhhh… what the… “, “Relax boy… you’ll be ok. Relax”, Sam tells him; he pushes it in several more inches. Sam looks up at me with that smile, motions us to move closer, “Hold his ass open”, Sam moves out of the way and Sergei steps close enough to Jake using both hands to help keep his ass open. I look at Sam quizzically, he puts my hand on the brush and makes slow back and forth motions. I move the toothbrush back and forth, but apparently I’m not doing aggressive enough for Sam. Sam takes the brush from me, “like this”, he says, and he starts making a more aggressive in and out with a more agitated brushing motion, “uhhhhhh.. uhhhhh…”, I can hear Jake, he obviously feels that. I nod and take brushing duties back over. After a minute or two, “Swap places”, Sam tells us and Sergei and I do just that. I’m holding Jake’s hole open while Sergei takes over brushing duties. Sergei apparently knows how to do this, Jake is really groaning, Sergei is definitely being rougher with Jake. For the life of me, I can’t it figure out, “Why aren’t we already fucking Jake?”, I think. Sergei moves and Sam takes over the brush, makes a few rough brushing motions, and then slowly removes it from Jake’s ass. The bristles are dark red and the brush is wet with what must be quite a bit of his blood. I quickly realize Sam means business when it comes to Jake testing positive for HIV. “Foreplays over boy… time to seed that ass of yours, …you ready?”, a simple “Yeah… I mean, Yes… sir”, is all he says. “On your back boy”, Sam barks, I see Jake move and immediately turn over. “Good boy. Listen.. “, speaking to us more seriously, “When we do one of these, and they’re blindfolded and ready like this, we don’t use first names. Just tap or grab whoever’s attention you want and leave the names out of it. Got it?”, I nod, I’m fairly sure he is only saying that for my benefit. “Good.”, Sam taps Sergei, winks, and says, “Go use his mouth to get your cock wet.”, in a very thick accent, “Eeets alreadee wet”, we laugh. Sam taps my shoulder, “Wanna go first? I think both of you’ve earned it.”, I nod, “Sure”. Just like I’ve done with Cod, I push on Jake’s legs and he reaches down and pulls them up to expose his hole for me; I don’t need to be told how to breed ass. I put the head of my cock against his hole and tease him a little before pushing the head in. I look at Jake’s body, Sergei is rubbing his nut sac on the boy’s tongue. I push further inside him. I get about half way in and hear a, “ahhhh… ahhhh… “, from him, but I keep going until I bottom out. “Fuck yeah”, I hear Sam, but I’m lost to anything else that’s going on. All I want to do right now is dump a huge load of my, hopefully poz, cum in this ass; I really want Sam to be right. I start working back and forth on Jake’s ass, in a steady rhythmic motion, I can hear Jake gagging on Sergei’s huge cock; I can’t wait to watch that cock breed him. “Fuck yeah.. boy… fuck yeah.. so tight”, I’m not even sure what I’m saying, I’m just in the moment. I don’t even see Sam with the camera as he records me breeding Jake’s ass; I’m in heaven. This goes on for several minutes, “Swap places guys”, I look at Sergei and we both pull out. I can see what looks like pink cum on my cock. I decide to try something different and kneel over Jake’s chest, if only he could see the cock he’s about to suck on. I’m holding his head, rubbing his hair, “Close your mouth boy”, and Jake closes his mouth. I wipe the tip of my cock on his lips, then what I thought might happen does, Sergei plants his huge cock balls deep into that tight ass. “AHhhhhhHHHHHH…. AAHHHHHH…. “, Jake groans, taking deep breathes, I use that moment, and my hand, to shove his open head towards my cock. “That’s it boy… Take it”, I say, sounding a bit like Sam. “Fuck it… you guys are making me crazy”, says Sam, I guess he put the camera down. He’s at this end wiping his cock snot in Jake’s hair, and with a look, we start making out. Breaking it off, “Fuck! I need some of that.. my turn”, and Sergei swaps places with Sam. I look at Sergei and take that moment to make out with him too, I know I want to hook up with him again sometime. Jake is gagging on my cock, I pull out and lower his head a bit, my cock is clean. Sergei and I start smacking his face with our cocks, and the way his tongue is hanging out of his mouth trying to lick whatever he can; I know he likes it. Sam fucks Jake hard for a while then taps me on the shoulder, “Your turn again.. give it to him”, I nod and we all swap places. This time I’m not so gentle and go in hard -- balls deep. I’m thinking, “Jake’s ass is really loosened up”, likely from all that cum, blood and that monster dick on Sergei. I work him in a good rhythm when I notice Sam’s got the camera again, I decided to play it up, “You want this boy? Uhhhhh.. uhhhh… fuck.. I’m so close… fuck”, Jake doesn’t answer, his mouth full. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………….. fuuuuuuuuuuu… “ and I feel myself adding nearly 2 weeks’ worth of my spunk to Jake’s very receptive ass. “Fuckk.. fuck…. Fuck… “, I’m cumming so hard, “Fuck yeah….. breed him”, I hear Sergei and Sam both encouraging me to poison him. I pull out and Sergei doesn’t wait for direction taking my position, “Eat my ass” I hear Sam as Sergei moves to mounts Jake. Sam taps me on the shoulder and mouths, “Hold the camera”. I grab it and get Jake sucking cock then move to get Jake’s cock and Sergei’s going in and out of Jake. I can hear Jake breathing heavy and moaning, “yeah… yeah…” is about all he can say between breathes and his tongue going in Sam’s ass. Sergei is breathing hard and heavy, I look up, his face is red and his body covered in sweat, I know he’s close. He starts to speak, in what I’m assuming is Russian, his face violent, determined; I have no idea what he’s saying but its getting more intense. I know he’s about to cum so I move behind him and get a good shot of his cock going in and out of that ass, still more Russian, I can see his nuts tight against his body and then, “Yesss.. yeass… fuck…. “, I know that, and he starts to cum inside Jake. As Sergei finally climbs off of Jake, I keep the camera down, “Clean him boy”, I hear Sam, and I see Sergei move to Jake’s mouth to get sucked clean. “Time for another poz load boy”, I hear Sam, “Let’s do this a little different”. He taps Sergei, “Hold his legs more so his ass is higher.”, he looks at me, “Keep it on hole”, I assume he means the camera. Jake’s ass is turned up more, stretched, and there is some pink cum escaping from it. Sam climbs gets on the bed to mount Jake, “Ohhhhhhh… yeah… fuck… breed me, please… Sir”, I hear Jake. Sam starts slow and gets into a rhythm, building up speed, he’s jackhammer fucking Jake and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I think, “I’m going to fuck and breed Cod this way”. I’ve got the camera positioned perfectly so I can see and hear Sam’s poz cock piston fucking in and out of Jake, his balls making that noise men make when they breed. This goes on several minutes, then I hear it, “Not gonna last long boy… not gonna… “, “Breed me”, Jake is begging, “Seed my ass… give it to me”, Sam pulls out. “ahhh… ahhh… ohhhh yeah boy… pozzzz…. “, and he starts to cum. It pools right there on Jake’s hairless hole, then I see Sam push back in, pushing most of his load into Jake’s ass. Sam repeats this a few times to make sure he gets all of his load in Jake’s ass. I’m thinking how Jake was neg when we tested but after today he’s going to test positive; “Maybe he can breed Cod”, I think. Sam and Jake both fall on the bed, heavy breathing, coming down from Sam’s orgasm; I realize Jake hadn’t cum. I mouth to Sam, “He hasn’t cum?”, Sam looks at me as if “So”, then he looks at Jake, “Ok boy…. time for you to go, remember, no taking off the blindfold ‘til you’re outside.”, he points at a marker on the other night stand and Sergei hands it to him. “And if…. “, as he writes on the side of Jake’s stomach, “…err when you test poz, I wanna know about it”, “k”, is Jake’s only reply. Sam pops the cap back on, he wrote “#5”, I had to wonder if it was permanent marker. We help Jake dress -- I so want to fuck this boy again. “Be right back guys”, and Sam leads Jake out of the bedroom and to what I assume is the front door, I hear the door open and close and Sam returns, “That was so fucking hot”.

CHAPTER 11: Dad: The next day I wake up with a headache and a cough. Cod is lying naked beside me and I want him so bad, I begin kissing his neck and rubbing my cock in the crack of his ass. “Don’t start something you aren’t going to finish”, he said. He turned over and looked at me, hungry, we were both still groggy but we were making out the way lovers do. We backed away from each other lips slightly, eyes locked on one another, and then it happened… I coughed and hacked all over Cod. Yuck. “Sorry about that baby boy, I think your Dad caught a cold”, I said as I sniffled. I remember Sam saying something about I might get the flu, or something something, but at this moment no part of me thought this was more than just a pesky cold. I coughed again, a little harder. “Dad that sounds kinda bad, maybe you should stay home from work and rest”, “Yeah… I think so, too”, I said. I called into work, often I worked from home anyways but sometimes I went to the office, I told them I had the flu so they wouldn’t bother me. Sam texted an hour later, “Ready for tonight?”, “I think I’ve got a cold or something… not sure, let you know a little later”, I replied. I got up after a while and had some juice, my throat seemed sore and I was warm, I decided to lay down – if this was a cold or the Flu I didn’t want to give it to Cod. I went back to bed, woozy, and slept. I woke up a few hours later and texted Sam, “Can’t do tonight.. ugh, feeling bad”. “k.. too bad, I’ll post-pone your surprise… rest”. Before I can get back to sleep my phone is buzzing again -- I thought, “Why won’t Sam let me sleep?”, I had texts from Jake and Chris both. It was fairly normal stuff both asking what’s up and wanting to know when I wanted to get together. I didn’t want to tell either of them I felt bad, I lied, I said the weekend was busy with work and stuff around the house that had to be done and maybe we can do something the coming week. Jake replied that tonight was bad anyways since he was visiting friends and Chris just said “ok”, I hope neither one was disappointed, I really wanted to see each one of them again and get naked. I laid back down; the phone buzzed again. It was Jake. “Friend can’t do tonight, something came up, wish we could get together”, “Me too”, I said, “I’ll text as soon as I’m free”. I fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling worse, dehydrated, hot, I got up and got some water and went back to bed. The rest of the weekend I felt worse than I have in a while, I had a headache, a fever and my throat was sore – this had to be Flu. Cod: Things around the house sucked, Dad’s sick, and I need cock; I almost felt guilty thinking it. I knew it had only been days, but it seemed like forever since he fucked me, I wasn’t happy. Dad’s sleeping all day for the most part every day. I texted Sam, and Adam, I didn’t want to seem desperate but I wanted cum in my ass; I was horny and I wanted it now. Sam is so hot, “Come over”, is all his text says, “k.. 15 minutes”, I check on Dad, asleep, so I dress and head out to Sam’s house. Just like last time he left the back door unlocked, even though he didn’t say it, I let myself in, got naked and was waiting for him on all fours. “Damn, Cody, you know how I like it. MMMM its great to see that hot ass again.”, “You too”, I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and then that warm, wet sensation, his tongue on my hole. “mmmmmm… “ is all I can manage. “Your ass is so hot Cody”, as his tongue is going up and down my crack, he slowed the licking, and I feel his tongue pressing at my back door... pressure and Sam’s tongue is inside me. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh… fuckkk… fuck… Sam… oh godddddd…. So good”, it felt incredible. Sam didn’t stop to reply, as I kept groaning and begging, he just keeps forcing that hot tongue of his into me. Sam’s tongue in my ass has me hornier than normal, “Ohhhhh godddd… Sam, please … ohh fuck… fuck me Sam… please, please… please breed me”, his tongue pops out of my ass for the first time, in what is likely just a few minutes, but seems a lot longer, “Ohhh yeah… boy…., you ready for this poz cock?”. He goes back to eating my hole, “Yes”, is all I can manage, “Yes, what”. “I want your cock… I want your poz cock Sam”, his tongue making me crazy and begging. “Turn over”, he says, his voice commanding but not rude. I obey. I roll over and my legs, as if connected to an automatic switch, immediately raise up exposing my wet hole to him. I feel vulnerable, horny, sex starved and I need his cock bad. Sam looks down at me, that devilish grin again. He doesn’t say a word, he just keeps his eyes locked on mine. He places his hands on the back of my legs to raise them more and they go right in their intended place, on his shoulders, I feel Sam’s cock. Sam is rubbing my hole, it’s already wet, and he’s rubbing his cock head against me. I thought, “I didn’t seem him use lube”, and then I realize, the head of his bare cock is pressing against me – he’s using his precum and spit as lube. He leans over me, his cock head pressing against my tight hole, he has a determined look, and puts his hand over my mouth. “That’s it boy. You’re taking that raw cock… Nice and slowww… “, his cock is sliding into me, “oohhhhh... ohhhhh.. “, it hurts a little but not bad. He looks at me as if to say, “Stop?”, I need this, I can’t say anything with his hand over my mouth, I shake my head. “You need this.. don’t you boy”, as he keeps pushing into me, I can only nod. “A little more… that’s it.. ohhhhh fuck, such a nice tight hole you got Cody”, he moves his hand, “uhhhhhhh… oh fuckkk… oh fuck that’s good”, it hurts but I need cock inside me. “Feel that … feel that.. that’s my nuts against your ass --- you got an hiv+ man’s entire bare dick inside”, he leans forward a little more, putting his weight on me. We started making out, fuck I really want my Dad’s cock to breed me, but right now Sam’s big cock is doing a great job standing in for him and FUCK he’s bigger than my Dad. We’re making out as Sam fucks me, back and forth, long strokes, then quick jabs… our breathing getting intense. “Ohhh fuckk Cody.. fuck.. feels so good… ohhhh yeah”, “Yeahh… I need it”, is all I could say. Finding my depravity, “FUCK.. FUCK.. I want Sam.. I want it.. breed me Sam… “, the harder he fucks me the more nasty I get, “BREED MY ASS! FUCK YEAH! SEED ME DEEP SAM!”. Sam grins down at me again, his eyes squinting, he’s really passionate and he’s really into breeding my butt. I love his intensity, how into he gets, this is only the second time but it feels so right with him. I started to think, I wonder if he fucks my Dad with this kind of urgency? “ohhhhhh fuck.. ohhhhh fuck… Breed my hole”, “Yeahh.. yeah…. boy “, his breathing is heavy and he can barely speak, I can feel and smell his sweat, “You’re getting’ it boy… gonna give it to you”, there it was again, that pause when he says “IT”; I guess that’s where my Dad got that up. I don’t know… but I’m feeling so good, I repeat it back, “Yeah… Sam. Give. IT. To. Me.”. Big smile from him that time, his eyes are closed and he’s rocking back and forth in a steady fucking motion as he uses my ass. I know he’s about to unload in my ass, and I know he’s poz, and I’m still going to let him like Todd and Adam did. The rational part of me isn’t even thinking if its risky, it knows it is, but right now all I want is this man’s seed in me. “You ready Cody? You want another load of poz cum.. you want me to dump this in you? You better tell me.”, I nod, I’m groaning, “Yeah Sam… yeah… I want it. Breed me”. “Yeah.. its cummming… oh fuck… fuck… CUMMMing”, and Sam holds still as his cock squirts deep in my ass. “Uhhh.. uhhh….. oh yeah, you’re getting it boy.. you’re getting all of my poz cum”, “Oh fuck yeah.. fuck ye…”. At this point it doesn’t matter if Sam is poz, the deed is done, all I wanted is his cum in my ass and Sam just gave it to me. As the week progressed, I hit Sam up two more times, in the afternoons. I went by Adam’s place almost every night, except Wednesday when I snuck him over and we fucked on the couch in the living room. I didn’t mention that my Dad’s sick in the other room with the Flu. My Dad might not be fucking me right now but my ass is getting used and loaded with enough cum to keep me from thinking about it too much. Dad: I missed almost an entire week of work. I felt rough. Cod stayed around the house, keeping an eye on me, bringing me fluids, taking my temperature, but sleeping in the other bedroom. Almost 7 days into this mess and I feel a little better. I had lost track of work, Cod, Sam, my friends and I realized I hadn’t texted Jake, Chris or anyone. I wasn’t 100% but I had to get moving and going again. I texted Sam. Thursday afternoon, “Hey sexy.. sorry haven’t been in touch, flu sucks, feeling better, get together soon”, his only reply, “Did you cum?”. Weird. “Uhmmm.. no, I’ve felt like hell”, “Give me a few minutes”, is his only reply, “Ok”. What is he doing I wondered? I decided I’d text Jake and Chris too and fess up about the flu, hopefully one or both of them will forgive me for not staying in touch since that first meeting. Jake replied, “Sorry to hear that, glad you’re better, can do something this weekend?”, “Yeah sure”, then another text from Jake, “Friend texted literally just now, I got plans tomm. night, maybe Sat.”, Chris’ reply to my text is more to the point, “Wanna fuck?”, I get hard, “Yes.. but only bb, you?”. “Hot”, his only reply. Almost immediately, Sam texts again, “We’re g2g, don’t jo, be over my house tomm. night about 8”, “Yes Sir ”, I reply; there goes my time with Cod I think. It seemed like things were getting back to normal, I had to check in on Cod, make sure we’re good. I find Cod watching TV, “Feeling better?”, he grabs me in a hug, “No kissing yet.. I might still be contagious”, he seems alright but says, “Cool. As soon as you’re over this… I need…..”, his voice trailing off with him rubbing my cock through my shorts. I might not be completely over this crap but I always get hard as a rock thinking about fucking my boy. Cod grins at me .. in some ways he really reminds me of Sam, after Sam’s surprise, my first goal is to fuck and breed my son. Cod: I wake up the next morning in the other bedroom again, Dad is still too worried he’s contagious, my cock is hard as rock; “FUCK! I need attention”, I think. I text Sam, “Breed me?”, instead of his usual “Come over”, I get, “I wish.. busy today, maybe tomm.?”, “Cool”, I reply, that sucks. I text Adam. “Yeah later”, and fuck, I’m 0 for 2. My two favorite fuck buds and neither one can help a boy out. I decide to get up and clean around the house, maybe I can find some fun on BBRT later. I stay around the house cleaning and planning dinner, I never got back to BBRT and my balls know it – they are aching for release. As it gets close to 8pm, I decide, “Fuck it… I’m rape my Dad’s ass”, before I can move he’s headed towards me dressed, “Gotta go out for a bit, back later”, he isn’t usually so vague, “ok.’, is all I say. He left. “FUCK”, I think, “Now what?”. I text Adam, again, “Come over?”, “Yeah.. I can”, “Good. Want you to fuck me until you dump a huge load of your POZ cum in my ass.”, I’m so horny. “OH yeah? You’re dirty.. you know you might end up poz if we keep having sex”, “Don’t care.. I need cock”, “Cool.. gimme 10 minutes”. I can’t wait, Dad might be out having fun, but I’m definitely going to have mine, too. Dad: I get to Sam’s house and let myself in as usual… weird it’s darker than normal, most of the lights are off. I decide to get naked in the living room before heading to his bedroom, what surprise did he have in mind? Did he buy a sling? Get some new lube? A toy? Shoes off. Shirt off. Pants off. I’m almost naked when Sam creeps up on me… “…was hoping that you”, he grins. We kiss, “So what’s this surprise?”, “Put your phone on silent and leave everything in here”, seemed kinda weird even for Sam, but I do as he asks. “Tell me”, “Shhhhhh… “, is all he says, “Follow me”, and he grabs my hand leading me down the hall towards his bedroom. All the lights are off, I can hardly see except for a small lamp with one of those mult-color bulbs on a dimmer. When we get to Sam’s bedroom, Sam had a devious grin on his face, on the bed is a younger guy completely naked, ass up, face down; Sam has a camera setup behind the boy. Sam bends down, licking the boy’s ass, the boy moans, “You like that boy?”, “Yes…. sir.” is all he says, I feel like I know the voice but he’s speaking into the duvet so I’m not completely sure. Sam moves up and looks at me, speaking quietly, “He wants it bad”, then to the boy, “You want this boy?”, again, “yes… sir”. Sam more demanding, “Tell us what you want boy… tell my friend exactly what you want!”, “Poz cock.. sir!”, he blurts out, this time he moves his head so we it can be heard clearly, “I want your poz cock and cum inside me!”. I know the voice, I just can’t place it. Sam looks at me with his patented devious grin and his eyebrows raised, “He wants it bad Mark… he’s chasing, and wants to go poz”. I look back at his ass, I’m rock hard, where do I know his voice? “What do you say we help him out?”, Sam asks, I groan a bit, “I don’t know if I’m poz yet”, trying not let the boy hear me. Sam leans over to my ear, quietly, “It’s cool Mark, he doesn’t know that… besides, I think someone just had fuck flu.”, he raises his eyebrow at me again. I thought about it. Holy shit! Sam was right I thought, “This really might be fuck flu I’ve been suffering with all week”, he can see me thinking, he smiles “You’re probably your most toxic right now babe”. A devilish grin comes over my face as I look at Sam. “Let’s poz him then…”.

PART 4 The Brotherhood Mark scheduled my coming out party to be held the next weekend, assuring me several of his poz and proud buddies would work my hole, leaving me with a new appreciation of the phrase ‘sore ass’. Mark also instructed me to avoid sex for the upcoming week so when the big party arrived I was certain to be beside myself in sexual frustration. The week slowly passed, and I did my best to comply with Mark’s instruction, but doing so was more of a challenge than I anticipated as repeatedly I found myself fully erect at precisely the wrong moment, and as beating-off not an option, I could only try to distract myself so I through myself into work, and in due course Friday night had arrived, and once home and cleaned-up, I made the trek to Mark’s house, heart-in-hand. Mark met me at the door to his place, and without a word, blind-folded me, and led me down into his dungeon where he ordered me to don a pair of chaps, a leather vest and a cod piece – which was not surprisingly a bit harder than would have been the case had I been able to see what I was doing, but blind-folded, it was a decided challenge. Where there’s a will, there is, however, a way, and when I was finally dressed as instructed, Mark assisted me in getting into the sling. Later I realized Mark had slid a leather-topped table under the sling, which was to serve as an altar of sorts. The smell of leather permeated the air in the basement, and Mark gave me something to ingest that added to my sense of euphoria. My cock was struggling to rise to the occasion, but the cod piece limited the options, even when something cold was inserted into my ass. While I couldn’t identify whatever the item was that had penetrated my hole, I was quite sure that whatever it was, it was steadily increasing in both length and girth, stretching my hole to new dimensions. Just when I was certain my ass would be permanently damaged, the device reached full size, only to emit a lubricant into my ass, thoroughly smearing the walls of my ass. “Welcome to your coming-out party,” Mark intoned, deftly removing the blindfold from my eyes. Although the light was somewhat dim, still my eyes struggled to adapt to the light-level in the basement, particularly as the only lights were from large red candles strategically positioned throughout the room, but in the mirror on the wall behind my feet I could distinctly see the device in my ass, a silver speculum, which was stretching my hole to frighteningly unbelievable width. A cloud of incense wafting around the dungeon lent the air of a dream world where I floated amidst a host of leather men, dressed in a variety of leather hoods of differing design. The leatherman closest to me approached and asked "Do you wish to enter into our Brotherhood?” “YES, SIR,” was my immediate response. He continued, asking “Do you understand this is the Brotherhood of Proud Poz HIV-loving Leathermen?” “Oh, absolutely, Sir, and I’m grateful for the opportunity to join the Brotherhood.” “Let us begin,” he answered, and with that the leathermen began groping, kneading each other’s crotch, and deep kissing each other, even though each was wearing a full hood. Fuck, the scene was thrilling. Five Leathermen demonstrating the highest level of lust and debauchery that comes naturally only to the most depraved men. Each man opened his cod piece and to the man, each was stunningly well built: five magnificent, fully erect, manly, poz cocks were on display to me. This was not, however, a dream, no, it was reality, a point that became clear when each man stepped close to me, presenting me with a close-up of the cock that would I would be expected to service. The leatherman who opened the ceremony continued, saying “You will address me as MR MR. You have asked to enter into the Poz Leather Brotherhood. The seed of the brothers will complete your communion with us.” Someone removed the cod piece I had been wearing. Without the touch of anyone, myself in particular, I was at full erection. The five brothers surrounded me, each man’s poz cock drooling pre-cum at a surprising rate, only to virtually simultaneously shoot his hot poz seed all over my cock, which corresponding shot a load such as I had never before experienced, so the amount of sperm coating my crotch was amazing. I was no less thrilled when each of the men bent over to lick some of the combined loads that coated my crotch, only to plant on my lips the Kiss of Poz Cum, the Kiss of Death. The sweetness and intimacy of this experience was beyond any casual sex I had previously enjoyed, and I yearned to enter even more deeply into the ranks of the depraved. Joe, one of the other leathermen, presented me with what appeared to be a white popsicle, which he applied to my lips and tongue. The texture and taste told me it was a cumsicle. Smiling with no little pride, Joe explained “This was made from the combined cum of all your brothers. Savor our poz loads.” Damn, it was the best treat I had ever eaten, and as it dissolved in my mouth, Joe murmured “This is just the beginning. Wait until we feed your asshole our poz seed.” My ass twitched in excited anticipation of the breeding to come. To be continued.

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.

I was back at school and dated some and fucked some, but I was focused on graduating and getting a job. I didn't meet the right guy, but I did have a lot of safe sex. I also graduated and got the job I wanted. About six months into working, I got sick and needed to stay home. I had nothing to do but sleep and jerk off. I chatted a lot with guys online and this one college kid, Adam, was so great. He was tall, thin, toned and a total top. He was attractive, but not gorgeous and had a great 7"cock. He offered to come over and cook me dinner. After two days of being cooped up in the house, I agreed to let Adam come over. He did. He made me chicken and potatoes - the first real food I had in days and we hung out. We sat on my couch and cuddled some and watched tv. I'm not sure what we watched because he kissed me soon into it. I held back because I was sick, he said, "Don't worry about it, you seem like your getting better already and if I get it then I'll be ok in a few days." So, I'm on my back and he's pulling off my shirt and pajama pants (still in my small briefs). He made out like this on the couch, my legs bend at the knees and his body between them kissing me. He still had his jeans on but I could feel that cock. I had a coughing fit at one point and he asked if I wanted a massage. Adam was taking a massage class and said he was good. We went to my bedroom and I laid down on the bed. He slipped off his jeans. He was wearing boxers. Adam asked if I had lotion and I did (not professional), but he said it was fine. He started rubbing the lotion in and it felt great. He actually focused on relaxing me and the massage. His cock was semi hard, but not raging. After about 30 minutes, we started making out again and he played with my ass and I played with his cock. Adam said roll back over and I did. I took my briefs off at this point. He massaged my ass cheeks and hole for a few minutes and then slipped off his boxers. He rubbed more lotion on my ass and let his cock ride in my crack as he kissed me and we made out from behind. He asked if I wanted him to fuck me. I said sure and pointed to the table where the lotion and condoms were. The condoms were right there. He grabbed some lotion and kept working it in my ass on and it. It felt really good. He started to poke his cock at my hole and I thought he was only playing seeing as he had to see the condoms. He kissed me hard and the tip of his cock poked inside. I wasn't prepared entirely and I yelped. He calmed me down and eased his cock in me some more. Once his cock was mostly in my ass, he kissed me again and I said, "Are you in me bareback?" He said, "Yes. Does it feel good?" I said yes and he started fucking me. The whole time we fucked, I was not really clearly thinking because I was on dayquil and other stuff. I was thinking about how good it felt and his motions were fucking my cock into the bed and I was getting ready to cum. He kept fucking me and I said I was going to cum and Adam said he was ready too. SO, I came onto my sheets. Then a few more strokes and Adam came in my ass. He never asked, but just did it. After we showered, I said, "Was that safe? Are you negative" etc? I was worried because I had just let a hookup fuck me raw and cum in me. I had promised myself that I wouldn't do that again and I just had. But he was sweet and we said good night and he left. He and I spoke a few times that week and I decided to go over to his place on the other side of town the next Wednesday to see him, have dinner, stay over, etc. During the week I had asked him a few times about condom use and he promised to have some for when we fucked. I was freaked out a bit. I got there and Adam's place was a total college kid apartment with two roommates, dirty, stuff everywhere, etc. I was like, oh my, it's college days again. No matter, I was 25 and he was 21. The roommates weren't there when I got there. We went out and grabbed groceries and wine. Came back to his place and decided to fuck first and then cook. So we went into his room and got naked, more foreplay this time of oral and rimming. He then picked up a condom and said, "Do you want me to use this?" I said, "No, you've already cum in me once. It feels better without it anyway." So he fucked me bareback and came inside me. We showered. He fucked me in the shower and came in me again. Then we cooked dinner and hung out. His roommates came home and we all hung out for a while. That night he bred me two more times and made me ask for his load the last time. I slept over and then drove home. My neighbors, a cute couple, saw me arrive in the morning in the same clothes I wore the night before. They smiled and said, hope he was fun. We laughed. I liked Adam, but we just fizzled out after that. I had let him bareback me and taken 5 loads off him. It was really hot when I told him I would go bareback while he was holding the condom. It turned me on thinking about it. I guess getting barebacked wasn't terrible. I just couldn't do it with everybody and no one could know I got fucked bareback because they would judge me. I started thinking, I hope these guys don't tell everyone that they fucked me raw. It made me nervous. But, if I could just not get barebacked that often, it would be ok.

We broke up just around Christmas. Just in time for winter break and I headed home to see the family and some old friends. I sent Aaron, neighbor that used to fuck me, and email saying I was coming home and he emailed back saying that he was going to Florida with his family. I was bummed out about the whole break up. It wasn't I great Christmas. I was scheduled to leave my hometown just before New Years and go back to school and party before 2nd year, 2nd semester started - the semester you land that internship which gets you your job after graduation (supposedly, it did for me). One night I heard the my neighbor's dog barking and realized that either Aaron's family had left the dog at home (unlikely) or they were back. I pulled on my coat and went outside and saw Aaron bringing in some bags. I helped him and said, "I heard the dog. What are you doing home." There was some story. Drama! His mom and dad were there and I said hey, Aaron, his dad and I grabbed some beers and they lit a fire in the family room and we all hung out for a bit. We'd been friends since our mom's met at the bus stop going to work when we were five. He and I played baseball, football, Nintendo, everything together until we had started messing around. His parents went to bed to give us time to "catch up." Aaron and I chatted about school and work, etc. We switched to bourbon (love his family's bar) and after a bit he asked about Will because I hadn't mentioned him. I told him what happened - the cheating and he saw how down I was. He kissed me and said, "Will's stupid. You're the hottest ass I ever had. Too bad you don't live here." We laughed. He started asking if I was still mostly a bottom and stuff like that. He said guys can become more versatile in relationships and I agreed but said that hadn't happened with Will. He asked if I had loved him and said I think I really had. Probably still did. We poured more booze and he told me about the guys he'd been "seeing." Eventually we kissed again. His bedroom was on the first floor so we just took our drinks and went to his room. I knew what he wanted so I took off my shirt right away and kicked off my shoes. We sat on his bed and kissed. We leaned back on the bed and made out some, but we knew he was going to fuck me so it didn't take long for us to be naked. I sucked his nice 6" cock, kinda thick, but nothing like Will's perfect cock that had filled my ass for six months. Instead of fucking, I just continued to suck his cock until he said he was close. I didn't stop sucking him and then I did something with Aaron that I'd never done in our 10 years of messing around. He came in my mouth and I swallowed his load. After his cum high ended he said, "That was so fucking hot. Did you do that with Will?" I said, "First Date." He laughed and said, "You changed for the better." We laughed hard and just hung out naked for a bit. I hadn't cum yet and Aaron asked if I wanted my ass eaten. I said, "Fuck yeah" and I spread my legs and lifted them up. He laughed and said turn over. I did and got on all 4s and he started eating my ass. He had never eaten my ass before I was loving it. He asked in between licking my ass and pushing his tongue inside past my sphincter if I had had my ass eaten before. We'd never talked about it, because we usually just fucked and did oral. I told him I had and he asked if Will was the first. I told him about Matt from that night in college (part 1). He stopped eating my ass to listen and he grabbed some lube and fingered me while I told him about the whole thing. I even told him that I'd let Matt bareback me. He wasn't shocked or disappointed. He said, "That's so hot." He asked if Will barebacked me and I told him, "Every time. Even the first time." I asked if he had barebacked guys since I knew he hadn't dated anyone seriously yet. Aaron said, "Most guys like it bareback. Just not everyone does it bareback." I said, "You didn't answer my question." He told me a few guys. I said, "Hot." He leaned in and kissed me. We kissed for a while with 3 of his fingers in my ass. He then asked if I let those guys cum in me. I said, yes. He said, "Hot. Can I bareback you?" I kissed him and said, "Yes." He immediately pulled his fingers from my ass, lubed his cock and placed it on my asshole, He started pushing in and I guess I'd gotten easier for a 6" cock to slide in my ass after getting fuck by Will's 8" cock. I moaned and let him slide all the way in. He said, "Wow man that's the fastest I've even slid into your ass." He just started sliding in and out of my ass. I let him take over and kind of pound my ass for a while and said nothing. I was moaning some, but really thinking about Will. Aaron started to jerk me off as he fucked me. My thoughts came right back to him and how good he was making me feel. He asked if he could cum in my ass and he said, "I really want to breed you." I agreed and said, "I wanted his load." He came in my ass like a flood. I was so turned on. He stopped fucking me but didn't stop jerking me off. I came like a minute later and we kissed. He said, "You should've told me that story about you getting bred years ago. it was so hot cumming in your ass." We made out and I went home, but we fucked around for a few more days before I left to go back to school. We never used condoms again. Mostly because we only ever fucked during one other time period when he came to visit me at school. After that he got a boyfriend and stayed monogamous. After I got back to school, I started to think that barebacking wasn't so bad. I just had to be careful about who I let bareback me. I'd only do it with guys I was dating or knew really well. I'd never let a trick/hookup/one night stand fuck me bareback again.

I really was a "good boy" for the rest of college. I dated a few guys and slept around some, but I always used condoms. Even when I was back home and hooked up with my neighbor, Aaron, a few times we always used condoms. He was becoming a great top. I guess he much have been fucking around a lot because he made me want it every time I saw him. I went to law school after that and my whole first year was hellish with studying, etc. After my first set of finals, I went out and partied hard for two days - even missed my plane home for Christmas. LOL. When I came back for second semester, I was back on track and starting to look for 1st year summer internships. I was dating a dude at this point, but we never saw each other and weren't exclusive. He asked to fuck me bareback a bunch of times, but I always played safe. I honestly think he was into me, but I was too busy to spend much time with him and we broke it off. Over the summer, I got a summer internship at a decent sized firm and was working long, but not crushing hours and I was able to go out with some friends I'd made by hooking up and a running club and at law school. I think I also starting chatting on AOL with guys at this point, but I couldn't bring myself to just hook up with a guy I just met online. One of those times online though, I met an awesome, funny, smart guy. His name was Will. We agreed to go running one weekend. I met him and we ran. He was cute, had a great body, was my height at 6'2", was thin with a six pack from running and I was betting a hot cock. We laughed and talked as we ran. We had a great time. I agreed to meet him and his friends out later that night for a pre-party at his place and then go out to the clubs. He called me later and asked if I wanted to get dinner too. I was so excited and said yes. We shared a small dinner and then went around the corner to his friend's place. He and his boyfriend and a couple of other guys were there. He chatted and drank beers and vodka - Will and I on vodka. We stayed there for a while and then went out to the clubs. I hadn't been to a few of them and we danced and had so much fun. Will grinded on me some (not a great dancer for sure) and we made out a lot. At about 2am we left the club and went back to Will's place. We kinda talked about it and I had said yes to staying over earlier in the night. He had also said he was versatile and I said I was too, but mostly a bottom. He said, "You're ass is so hot. I bet guys always want to fuck you. I know I do." And we laughed. We got back to his place - a studio in the gay neighborhood - and we started to make out even before his door was opened. We got inside and made out a ton. The room was literally - a bed and a desk. No chairs or sofa. I did a little strip tease of him and slipped off my underwear showing him my ass. He rubbed my ass and immediately started rimming me. His tongue was so good in my ass. I was so hot for Will. I wanted him so bad. I wanted him to be my boyfriend. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted the night to never end. Mostly, I wanted his tongue to stay in my ass forever. After a few minutes, he asked me to suck his cock and he got naked. I went to town on his hot cock. It had to be 8 or 8.5" cut. It was a perfect cock. Not to thick, but just enough to totally stretch my mouth and kinda veiny. I wanted him to like my blow job. I wanted that so much that I was so good at sucking his cock that he was going crazy. He said after a few minutes that he was going to cum. I did something I'd never done before. I didn't stop sucking him and let him cum in my mouth and I swallowed his load. He said that was so hot and that he never cums from head, but I was too good. He asked how he tasted and I said good. He said something silly about making his cum sweeter by drinking orange juice and eating bananas so guys would like the taste. We laughed and cuddled on his bed. He played with my ass some more and he gave me a good blow job, but pulled off when he could tell I was getting closer. He did this a few times, which was "edging" me and I didn't know that's what he was doing at the time. I was so hard and he was getting hard again. We made out so long that the sun was coming up. I'm not sure when it happened, but we grabbed some lube and lubed up our cocks and he fingered my ass some with it. We kept lubing our cocks to "edge" and make it hotter as we made out. Eventually I was straddling him and he was rock hard. He was lying flat on his back and his cock was rubbing against my ass as we made out. I said, "Do you want to fuck me?" He said yes and I grabbed the lube an rubbed it on his cock and my ass. He was looking up at me and I could tell he was about to tell me the condoms were in the drawer. At that moment, I did the sluttiest thing I'd ever done. I wanted Will to like me and want me so badly. I wanted that cock. I was so fucking turned on by him. I just sat on his cock. I winced at first, but I slipped his whole raw cock in my ass. He moaned and I moaned and I adjusted to his size and started to ride him. He started fucking up into me and say what a hot piece of ass I was. I was loving it. I had just put a bareback cock in my ass myself. It's not that I wasn't thinking at the time, I was thinking. I was thinking I wanted him to fuck me bareback. I wanted to feel what I'd felt with those other random guys. But, Will was special. I had just met the man of my dreams and I wanted him to bareback me. It was so fucking hot to have him inside me bareback. I rode him and he bucked up into me. After a while, he said he was getting close and I didn't stop riding him. I wanted him to cum inside me. I wanted Will's load. He said it again and I just kept going. I leaned down and kissed him as I still rode his bare cock. He then grabbed my waist and grunted so loudly and I felt his warn cum shooting inside my ass. I didn't stop riding him and I started jerking my cock until I came maybe a minute later. We made out and talked about how hot that was. He said it was the first time he'd ever topped bareback. I asked if he liked it and he said fuck yes. I said I liked it too. He and I made out and fell asleep. We woke up in the afternoon and took a shower. We agreed to meet for dinner at his place and to watch Sex and the City. I made sure to look really sexy when I went over to Will's later that night. We ordered food and made out some. I sucked his cock and swallowed his load again. Just then, the delivery guy showed up. I laughed so hard as he tried to get dressed and pay the dude. It was so funny. He put the food in his tiny kitchen, came back in and no joke, we got in a tickle fight. Next thing I know my tight jeans were coming off and I had't worn underwear because I needed to do laundry. He grabbed the lube that was still on the floor next to the bed from earlier and lubed up his cock and said, "Let's fuck." This time it felt a bit odd that he didn't ask me about a condom because he seemed like it always used them. But, all I wanted was his cock inside me and I spread my legs and he slid his cock in me slowly. I was still in my tshirt and I pulled that off as he bottomed out his cock inside me. He asked if I was ready, I said yes, fuck me. And he started to slide in and out and then long dick me and then pulled out and popped back in a few times. He slam fucked my ass for a while and I just started cumming as he fucked me. He noticed and sped up some and didn't even ask or say anything but came inside me and collapsed on me. We kissed. I had just taken a second load from Will. I wanted all his loads. I was falling for him hard. He was my perfect guy. We watched Sex in the City that night and fucked again. I rode him again that night and let him cum inside me again. Will and I went out for a few really happy months. I was always running over to his place to get his raw cock in me. I topped him a few times, but he was almost always unloading in my ass. I think I took 200 loads from him in the 6 months we dated. (Ah, youth!) Then, one day I found out he was also fucking around with his neighbor, a really bitchy asshole named Jimmy. I was so mad because I had been let into the building by a person who'd seen me there a lot. I went upstairs and realized that there were noises coming from his apartment. He was moaning and saying "keep fucking me. Don't stop." Then I heard Jimmy clearly say, "Do you want my load?" My Will, the guy I was falling in love with said, "Cum in my ass." I waited for that to stop and I was devastated. My guy was cheating on me. I knocked on the door and Will answered and saw me. He was so shocked and I started to cry. Jimmy laughed at me and Will, thank god, threw him out. We argued and fought and I pushed him and cried a lot. I couldn't believe my perfect man who I had chosen to take bareback one the first date and every fuck after and taken over 200 loads from was cheating on me. He said he cared for me a lot, but we weren't monogamous and he didn't want to be. I was so hurt. After about an hour, he held me and kissed me and wiped my tears away. I let him hold me and I leaned against him. He kissed my head and I kissed his chest. He was still only in his briefs. He rubbed my back and I kissed his chest more. I knew what I was going to do. I had to show him I was a better fuck than Jimmy. I saw him getting hard and I slipped off the bed, took off my shirts, slipped his cock out of his briefs and started sucking his cock. I gave him a great blow job. We both had a ton of mixed emotions. He couldn't concentrate on me giving him head, so he pulled me up and we kissed and made out and he took off my pants and boxers and gave me a blow job. I moaned and let him work. Then, I went down on my knees again off the bed with him on the edge of the bed and sucked him some more. I could smell the cum in him and the sex he'd just had. I saw the lube on the floor and opened it and spread it on my ass. I turned around and lowered my ass onto his cheating bare cock and rode him. After a while, he flipped my over and I was bent over the bed and he started fucking me hard. He knew I liked him buried deep in me and doing short strokes to hit my prostate. That's what he did. Soon I was cumming. He didn't stop like he usually did after I came. Instead he kept fucking me which kind of hurt at first, but I got used to it. Then he said, "Take my cum." He grunted so load and I felt him unload in my ass. I was so sad and so horny and exhausted. Will and I never made it past that last fuck. We slept together that night but I couldn't sleep. My ideal guy was cheating on me and my ass, even bareback, wasn't enough. I was devastated. I was a 6'2", blonde hair, blue eyed, really attractive guy with a toned body and a good career ahead of me that was letting a guy cum in my ass at least 5 times a week and he still didn't want me. I didn't know what to do......(until next time.)

I was traveling, had a stop over and spent the last night in an airport hotel. Arrived in the evening and saw two men, obviously father and son, about 50 and 20, both pretty cute, checking into their room right before me. I went to the hotel's sauna later, and I was alone there in the beginning. There was a nice steam bath. I got naked (as it is the custom in central Europe) and sat in the steam. A few minutes later someone entered the steam room. It was the son. He took a sit opposite of me, watching me every couple of seconds. He was wearing swimwear. "Is it okay to sit here naked?" he asked after a short while, and I told him "pretty much". He got rid of his pants and exposed a half erect fuck toy which looked like a fire hose. I hadn't cummed in a week and was pretty horny, and immediately I felt my blood pulsing in my cock, which stood up in a second. Quicker than I could imagine, the boy was in front of me and pushed my head down his meat until my nose was deep in his bushy pubes. Even though he was not really hard yet, I had problems to take this anaconda all the way into my throat. I pushed him away, lifted my ass and turned a bit around. With no hesitation he moved behind me and before I could say a word, he pushed his cock inside me that I almost fainted. No lube, no condoms asked, two brutal thrusts and he was balls deep. I let him continue with no comment, and after a few seconds I could tell that he was shooting about 8 shots while he gave me his last 8 thrusts. He pulled out immediately and left without a word. What a poor lover - but so hot. I opened the cold shower and stood under it for two long minutes until I was almost freezing though still in the steam. Suddenly the door opend and in stepped - the father. I was a bit frightened for a second, but obviously he did not run into his son before. He asked me, if there is anyone else around here, and I said no. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but when he saw me sitting naked, he opened it and exposed this very similar huge piece of meat. He was pretty much builtr like his son, only much more hairy. I closed my eyes and did nothing but exposing myself to his view. After a while I took a look, and saw him sitting there with a huge boner. "Wow, you are pretty big" I said. "Yeah, too big for most people..." he said. "Really?, not for me, I think". I bluntly lifted my ass and turned around, and this guy was as spontaneous and horny as his son had been. In no time he was behind me and entered me without wasting time or words. It took him much longer to get close, and so I could really enjoy a good fuck. Just thinking that this man's own son's jizz was serving the dad as lube in my ass was so hot that the situation made me cum after a few moments. I shot my load quietly without him noticing, and so he continued the fuck until he became slower and I could tell that he gave me all his liquid boys with a dozen heavy thrusts. I sank down on the bench wasted. He thanked me and went out. The next morning, when I saw them in the breakfast room, I had their loads still inside me.