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Part 5: 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.” My punishment was fast, swift, painful, and complete as one after another of Hawk’s drug crew were escorted into the small room and ordered to mount and breed me. A couple of them did stuff my ass with big meth shards, but not for my enjoyment, it was because they knew the shards would cut and scrape and strip away my gut lining as they were pushed around in my hole by all the dick. The high helped - a little - but what helped more was knowing I had hurt Hawk. He was the biggest meth cooker and dealer in the region and because of his Aryan DNA believed himself to be superior to everyone else. Well that, his huge dick, and his armed men. He suspected, but could not prove, that I had something to do with Chris being picked up. I did. A few years back a buddy of mine who works for another government agency, one far more secretive and into far more shit than the DEA, installed a software program on my phone. While the program appeared to the casual observer to be one of those popular games everyone played, there was a secret level to it that once opened, allowed me to track Chris and whatever phone he was using based on his number. Chris had a long history of drugging out and falling off the deep end and I had to find some way of tracking him down. This program had lots of additional bells and whistles - his phone could be turned on remotely, turned into a recording device of conversations or even other phones around it by creating a small hot-spot. So, between Chris’s phone, and those he was around, I was able to quickly find him, or at least those he had been with recently. The info was uploaded into a secret email account in the cloud as sort of a buffer. It was never real time, but close enough. Hawk and his men would find nothing on my phone. The Assistant D.A. McLeod on the other hand I suspected would have found a great deal that was of interest. Some time later as I laid on the floor covered in the filth of multiple men, shivering from the meth and the shock of abuse to my body, Hawk stomped back in. “Well agent,” he said, far more calmly than he was, “Your phone showed me nothing, although I must admit I was surprised in your taste of music - and porn. Your little friend has now become a risk to me, to this operation, to those I work for. Come with me. We’re shifting operations to a new facility he is not aware of.” I was shoved into the back of an unmarked van still naked except for the tattered remnants of my DEA windbreaker. Hawk slammed me down onto the uneven floor, slid his dick inside my cum filled ass and began pumping me as the van rocked side to side as we turned and drove away. “Head south first,” Hawk instructed one of the armed men sitting against the van wall, “I want Mr. DEA Agent here to know what a true AIDs dump he is when I fill him with another load while we are parked in front of his office building.” Hawk dismissed any feedback about that being unwise and proceeded to fuck me harder, to try to punish me for what he still believed I did. “Since we’re going to be in the neighborhood, why don’t you let me out so I can get back to work? I thought the whole idea was for me to be an asset in the office - not just some fuck toy.” That got me a hard knock to the mouth, a renewed taste of iron as my cut lip opened again, “YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY, WHEN I SAY. RIGHT NOW - YOU ARE GOING TO MILK A FEW LOADS OUT OF ME. I KNOW EVERY THRUST OF MY SUPERIOR DICK PAINS YOU. I CAN FEEL YOUR BODY TENSE, YOUR MUSCLES QUIVER. YOU CAN FIGHT IT AGENT, BUT IN THE END, I WILL BREAK YOU AND TURN YOU INTO JUST A DEFLATED AIDS BAG. AND OH YES, WHEN WE HAD YOUR PHONE WE USED IT TO CALL YOUR OFFICE AND MY MAN ON THE INSIDE CONFIRMED THE CALL. FAMILY EMERGENCY AND ALL THAT, SO YOU WON’T BE IN TODAY. WE’RE THERE? GOOD. I’M READY TO INFECT YOUR ASS AGAIN AGENT!” Hawk rolled off me, the van pulled away, and I inched closer to the far wall. The two masked guards opposite me were two of the ones who had tortured me earlier. I could see their eyes and I knew somewhere deep down they realized they were marked. Voices rose from the front, the men shifted nervously, Hawk crab walked up to the front seats and shook his head vigorously back and forth and hit the back of the seat with his fist. He turned and glared at me. I wanted to smile, but remained expressionless. The van pulled to the side. Hawk came back, stood over me, raised his fist back and trembled in rage. I stayed still. He then exhaled, lowered his fist, and said, “It appears that my backup lab was just raided by a multi-agency team and a number of my men arrested.” I piled on, “Wouldn’t that be the sort of thing that you would think your ‘people’ inside the DEA, local police, and others would have given you a heads up on?” Hawk growled. I continued, “I could have warned you if I had been at work like I was supposed to be and not here being some fucking chew toy for your pack of dogs. Clearly this is bigger than Chris - or me. I have never been to this other place right? You said Chris had not either so that means you must have a mole. Someone who has been on your team for a while has sold you out.” I looked to the masked men on the other side of the van with a clear, questioning look, then to the two men up front and stated again to Hawk, “Someone sold you out.” Hawk’s head whipped to the side, the front, and back. His eyes narrowed. He calculated loss, risk, safety, and the many forks in the road before him all within seconds. Hawk edged over between the two masked men, placed his left hand on the shoulder of one, his right on the shoulder of the other, leaned in and spoke in a low voice. The two masked guards moved with practiced stealth and grace in a dance of death. Before they could react, the two members of Hawk’s drug gang that had been sitting in the front seats were pulled into the back and any threat they may have posed removed. One of the masked men eased into the driver’s seat, rolled his mask up onto his forehead, and put the van into drive. Hawk looked at his former colleagues, “All threats must be eliminated until I get this under control.” The van rolled over a familiar bump; I was hustled out the side door, up the steps, and into my kitchen. Hawk strolled in and looked around, “For now, we will stay here. What better place to hold out until things settle than a DEA agent’s house, right?” The masked guards did a quick check of the place, confirmed no one else was there, and emptied the chamber of a back up revolver they found in my dresser. Hawk sat at my table like he was king shit. He dumped out two bags of his meth - the Aryan Eagle black and menacing - then proceeded to chop it up. “Come agent. Let’s enjoy ourselves shall we. You and I do not need to be enemies. Frankly I see us as friends who are just - shall we say - getting to know each other. I know you Agent - I know your ass - I know you claim to be a top but when I am inside you and getting ready to spill my toxic seed your hole clenches tight, milking me like a Bavarian maid.” The hours passed. The guards were on high alert, Hawk was on the phone making call after call, trying to get control of a situation that clearly was spinning wild. One of the guards had left to get rid of the van – and the bodies - and when he returned, he had brought with him a large duffle bag that contained a number of bug-out supplies including an entire box of dozens of SIM cards. After every call Hawk switched out the cards and one of the guards would destroy the one just used. Clearly no one was going to track him that way. “Mind if I make some iced tea?” I asked. Hawk shrugged, one of the guards checked the cupboard then nodded. I turned on the faucet and reached over and twisted the little wand on the mini-blinds over the sink. The blinds did not open all the way, but they were open enough - I hoped it was enough. Hawk was calmer and high and still had a trace of meth around his right nostril. He took his shirt off, rubbed his hands over his chest and torso, outlining his tattoos, and admiring his muscled Aryan physique. The guards continued their rounds as Hawk stripped, his massive uncut dick demanding attention being one of those freaks of nature that meth did not make go limp. “Let me just have a little more tea,” I told Hawk as he tried to push me to my knees to suck him. He grunted and stroked his dick awaiting my return. I refilled the glasses of the guards and handed it to them, then returned to the kitchen, knelt on my floor, and let Hawk pummel my throat like I knew he planned to pummel my ass. Had it been enough? Hawk ordered me to bend over the table so he could spit fuck my ass. I handed him a glass of iced tea, “Here. If you’re going to fill my ass with more cum you need to keep hydrated.” Hawk smiled, took the glass, downed about a quarter of it then as he tried aiming his dick into my hole with his other hand the glass slipped, shattered, ice tea spreading across the floor. Was it enough? The grunts and fullness of his dick inside my ass dulled the world around me. Or maybe that was the meth. I barely registered when I heard the first THUD. Hawk paused and asked, “What was that?” He was looking to the front of the house. I slid off his dick, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him down with me to the floor as I begged, “FUCK ME ON MY BACK. YOU’RE RIGHT. I NEED TO SUBMIT AND THIS WAY I CAN FEEL YOU FILL ME DEEP WITH YOUR AIDS CUM. YOU’RE MY SUPERIOR MASTER. I WANT TO SERVE YOU - CAN YOU SHOW ME HOW TO SERVE YOU? PLEASE YOU? OH BREED ME!” Any thought Hawk might have had in his head went WHOOSH and vanished. All he saw was victory. All he felt was my hands clasping at his hips to pull his raw Aryan dick deeper. All he understood was that I was his. Fucking dumb animal! Hawk’s body slumped forward, his weight pinning me to the floor, my arm unable to avoid the splinters of glass that now pierced it. A familiar voice laughed, “Well, well, well, Agent. I must say I didn’t recognize you. Usually I’m the one on my back looking up.” I exhaled then had to laugh as a muscled arm reached down and helped me sit up. Jayce. While Chris and I were best friends growing up, Jayce and I were more like best enemies. We were total opposites in everything from our build to our families. Mine was law abiding, his was the biggest street gang in the city. Yet, Jayce and I alone, together, in bed, was always a good thing and I had dumped plenty of my loads up his sweet black ass. Between my job, and his gang, we of course kept our escapades secret, but on occasion, I was able to help him and let him know when the DEA was closing in on his family’s business and now he was able to pay that all back. We had worked out a secret signal long ago - my kitchen blinds. If they were closed, I had family around or for whatever reason could not see him. If they were totally open, the coast was clear. If they were only partially open, tilted up, then there was danger. I had relied on Jayce’s street skills to figure out the rest and lucky for me - and unlucky for Hawk and his men - he did. OK, well the Rohypnol I might have spiked the iced tea with helped too. I know, I know, who keeps crushed date rape drugs in their kitchen cabinet in a sugar bowl? I was a Boy Scout and I’m a DEA agent and I was prepared. I rubbed my face. Jayce handed me a glass of water. I gulped it down, shook my head, “Thanks,” I said. Suddenly a piercing scream exploded from the next room. Jayce helped me stand, we walked in, and one of Jayce’s guys shrugged and said, “Smurfette just bit off most of his left ear.” Jayce laughed, lit a joint, nodded to the large, black/blue Pit Bull name Smurfette that was knotting Hawk’s ass as he asked, “I don’t think you need both ears to be a bitch do you?” I could only laugh. I never knew what happened to the armed guards Hawk had - the ones I vowed to take out. When I asked Jayce he just shrugged and said, “You see them assholes around anyplace? Ain’t nothing to see man. Nothing to see.” Before Jayce left, and as I watched some of the guys from his family’s gang drag Hawk’s bloodied – but still alive - body out of my house, I went over to the shreds of my DEA windbreaker and pulled out a couple packets of meth with the Aryan eagle mark and a blue shipping receipt. “Here,” I said as I handed him the meth. “When they were preparing to move I was able to figure out why his meth is so damn good. Here are some samples of his latest cook and trust me - that shit is fucking awesome! But more importantly is this. This manifest shows you the extra ingredient he used to make the shit so pure, so kick ass. It’s yours now. Someone needs to step in and become the new, biggest cook and seller in the region.” Jayce smiled, reached down and stroked my dick, then whispered, “So, when do I get to lay on my back again for you Agent?” The next week at the office was fucking crazy. Reports of gang wars, multi-agency task force take downs of the biggest meth cook in the region, connections to Colombian cartels, or maybe the Russians, every day brought some new ripple in the pond created by the small stones I had cast. I was at my desk when there was a large commotion; a TACT Team goose-stepped into the situation room surrounding my cube. The DIC (DEA Agent in Charge) walked through the melee and set a stained, cardboard box on my desk. “This was just delivered for you,” he said while shaking his head. I looked at him, then the box, lifted one flap, then the next, and next, and pulled out a typed note that was resting near the top. The note said, “I DON’T THINK YOU NEED HANDS TO BE A BITCH EITHER.” My eyes wide, I pushed my chair back, stood up, and peered down into the box. My ‘gift’ was wrapped in yesterday’s newspaper. I took a pen and eased back the ridges of paper and my breath caught - there in the box was a set of hands clasped together as if in prayer. Within the hour the lab techs would confirm what I already knew - those hands belonged to Hawk. CASE CLOSED. (*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!)

This is essentially another BZ member's story. PissPigBrooklyn sent me his true story and I just expanded it and added some details I'd imagined. You may disagree after reading this, but I don't think there's anything 'wrong' with me. I just wanted HIV, and had been trying to convert for a long period of time. Why? It was one of my many fetishes, but I'd more or less given up when I met an old acquaintance at an art gallery opening. He had actually been a former escort i had engaged. (It's yet another fetish.) I remarked on how much weight he had lost and he said well he was likely to lose even more. I knew why and asked if he was on meds. He shrugged. I asked if he had it when we fucked a few (about 4 or so years earlier_. He said no, not to worry. I said too bad. He pulled me aside and undid his pants showing me a biohazard tat on his hip. I traced it rather longingly and he put me on my knees where i traced it with my tongue (never told anybody this part and we were only a few feet from the crowd at the exhibit barely hidden.). He looked at me with interested eyes and asked "Really? You chasing?" "Like a hound after a fox," I said using the first cliche that came to mind. He said that he had a pretty high viral already when tested two months before and that he was sure he could do something about that. I could feel my breathing starting to change to shorter pants. "What did you have in mind?" I thought immediately of a friend who was also chasing and told Bill how we had been planning a conversion party but had only been able to find one, maybe two guys to do the deed for the two if us. In that full crowded room, Bill took my hand and guided it to the crotch of his pants. He was rock hard! "I'm in" he said. "You sure are," I responded. The following day I contacted my friend and we began to make immediate plans for the party. We had two more guys besides Bill interested in it and within two days and thanks to a Craig's List posting, another guy seemed really interested in it. We set a date and I rented a room at a midtown hotel. Of course things began to go wrong immediately. Two of the guys cancelled, including the Craig's List guy and a subsequent ad yielded no true results. I had begun to give up hope when I called Bill with the last postponement. He had been very patient through almost a month and a half of waiting saying not to worry, his viral load was probably only climbing higher (it had been 350k three months before) Bill said he would wait but was scheduled to leave town right after Thanksgiving. This was in late October. he offered to do me alone by himself. I said that if something didn't happen by Thanksgiving, we would. Suddenly things began to fall into place. One of the people who had backed out was suddenly available again and another friend of the other bottom had agreed to go off meds in order to top at the party. Now THAT is a real friend! There were now four tops and two bottoms. We scheduled it for the day after Thanksgiving! Black Friday indeed. Everyone including Bill was happy. Maybe he expected to get paid for this -- but I was already stretching my budget with renting a hotel room in midtown. Hell....if I got what I wanted, I'd pay the man. He was very European, foreign-looking. I'll describe him as an Italian Mick Jagger if you need a mental picture. That Friday arrived and I couldn't eat anything. My heart raced and I felt a little dizzy at times. Nerves. I was definitely not having second thoughts because I'd been wanting this so long. I was energized with excitement and anticipation. The hotel wasn't what you'd call 'plush', but it nice and roomy. There were two Queen-sized beds and eight pillows. It already smelled nice, but I lit a scented candle I'd been given as a gift by somebody in my family. It made a nice glow as the sun began to get lower in the sky. My chaser buddy came to the room first. I could tell he'd been drinking a little, and I wondered why I hadn't brought some booze to this thing. Whatever...we could just raid the minibar if needed. In fact, I needed a shot of something right that second. My friend and I each had a couple of drinks before that first knock at the door. It was Bill, looking hot as ever. He even had cologne on. He looked around the room and decided it would work. "How many others are coming?" He asked. "There will be six total. Want a drink?" "I'm good for now. Maybe later. The candle is nice -- what's the smell?" I'd completely forgotten. In the next fifteen minutes, all the other tops had arrived. I was really uncertain as to how this should get started, but Bill just stripped bare. I guess that was good as an ice-breaker as any. I got naked and then so did the rest. My buddy had already picked out the dick he wanted and the two of them went at it. I could see the top guys bony ass pumping up and down into my lucky pal. He was going to get it for sure.. I'd already promised Bill the first fuck, and he moved in close to me. I think the part of all of this was how much heat his naked body gave off. He was maybe feverish or just energized by lust. He felt hot to the touch. I wanted to be burned. He was taller than me, but much lighter, and still took me over quickly. I was on my back with him forcing his way into me. He entered me slowly, using just some gun oil. The other tops were fooling around with each other and one of them lit up a joint. Shit -- I'd have to pay extra for that because this was a non-smoking room. I didn't care. I'd take out a second mortgage on my house for the sensations I was having. As Bill found his way inside of me, deeper and deeper, he started talking in a low growling voice... "You're going to take my dirty seed and make it part of you. Understand?" I was in pure heaven. The world could end now. "Yeah." "It's going to be with you forever. You'd better be sure because there's no turning back. You fucking sure you're ready?" I realized I could change my mind. He was giving me choice. At that second I decided once and for all that I was chasing HIV and not just fantasizing. This was real. So I quietly reassured him. "Yes. Fuck me hard and deep. Fill me with your toxic seed. I surrender to it." Well, I didn't have to say any of that because he announced he was shooting his death load...and telling me how sick I would become. I shot a load just as he was pulling his soft dick out. I tried to remember everything about the moment...the smells, shadows and sounds. I'd wanted this too long to ever forget it. The other tops fucked me, but they weren't as talented as Bill...especially with the poz talk. One of them didn't say anything, and the others just said generic things like "Take this dirty bug" and "Death is beautiful". It all felt good, but I missed Bill's penis in me. We went at it one last time, but is was easier and slower. His body was so heated...he must have a fever. Then the party disbanded. My friend I had a celebratory drink and then fell into an exhausted sleep. Bliss. I got the expected 'fuck flu' in early January and tested poz the next week. Happy Ending.

Let me tell you my story. Currently I am 23 years old, but sense I was 19 I've been into Bug Chasing one of my first stories I read was on here. I fell in love just like so many of you I recently just made a profile because my urge and desire to get the gift has been growing in me so much, I even took PrEP so I could just be a slut and take loads but all that did was get me other stds and not the one I so desperately truly wanted. So let me tell you how it was suppose to happen and perhaps soon it will. I met a gifter on bbrt handsome daddy his name is Nick. He found me on bbrt because my profile says HIV neg but preference positive okay. So Daddy Nick messaged me asking me if I like talking poz loads? I replied yes but all of mine have been undetectable poz tops. He said he can fix that only one problem I live in Portland and he is up in Seattle not to far from each other but it makes for a difficult time scheduling. Daddy Nick and I have been talking for over a year he found me when I was 22 and I kept hoping to met him soon we would message each other I would tell him how much I want his poz cock to knock up my neg hole. We had phone conversations it was the first time me hearing his voice and it sounded so strong and masculine. I knew this was the man that I wanted to gift me for me to carry his poz babies in me infecting me more every day until it developed into AIDS. I told Nick how I didn't want to go on meds and let the disease take me, I told him why I was chasing to being with for me its having that bond with a man for the rest of your life. Even if after he knocks me up and we never speak again he'll be with me I wanted to be knocked up and be impregnated by him and marking me as the true whore I'm suppose to be! So he comes the day the day I travel up to him and he gets a hotel and everything we have disgust becomes reality for the both of us is a month before my 23 birthday because I told him I wanted to have it be a birthday present for me becoming HIV positive. I get to the hotel and I finally met Daddy Nick in person and he is just as handsome and sexy as he is in the pictures I've seen he is 48 years old 5'10", 195 lbs, brown hair, hazel eyes, and with a viral count of 100,000 just had it checked the week before is his everything I have hoped for and more and I am 22 5'9" 180 lbs, curly brown hair, blue eyes and recently tested Neg I bring my test results to show him. We go into the room and he pulls me in and we start kissing his body is so warm. He pulls my shirt off and I his we continue to make out move to the bed and we pull off our pants he is free balling it and I'm in my jockstrap like we disgust he has me get on all four and he goes to the sink I'm waiting for him he comes back with what I'm excited for a white toothbrush. he puts it on the bed and starts rimming me tasting my neg hole its nice and clean and smooth for him his tongue probes my hole nice and deep I start to moan and he keeps eating me out the only lube we are having tonight is his spit and my blood after rimming me for 10 minutes he stands up with his 7.5 in hard cock dripping that toxic precum. He asks me if I ready? I say poz me daddy. He grabs the toothbrush and shoves it in I wince with the pain he twists it all around I said I wanted to have a rough hole to make sure it accepts his seed and he is doing just that. After fucking with the toothbrush for a few minutes he pulls it out and the white toothbrush isn't white anymore but red and pink. He spits on my hole and his cock and gets ready to slide it in. Daddy Nick "Are you ready to become my poz son boy?" Me "Yes daddy I want your poz cock in me make me yours forever." Daddy "You know once I'm in I won't stop until I've bred you its your last chance?" Me "please daddy give me your AIDS babies." Daddy "Alright boy you asked for it gonna knock up your neg hole" Pushing it in me I feel pain the cuts are really hurting now I cry out but Daddy has a good hold of me and starts slow fucking me getting me use to his big poz cock. he is building up a rhythm getting it more wet as more of my blood comes out on his dick he is giving me a really hard pounding now I'm moaning like crazy begging him to infect me give me that toxic load make me his poz son and him my poz daddy. He stops and flips me on my back pulls me legs up to his chest he says he wants to see my eyes when poz me I kiss him and he slides back in humping my ass. I can feel his balls are slapping my cheeks covered in what I assume to be my blood. He looks deep in my eyes and says Daddy "Tell me what you want boy?" Me "I want your poz load daddy" Daddy "Tell me how you feel about me?" Me " I love you daddy" Daddy "Say it again" Me " I love you" AAAHHHHHH he cums in the most powerful orgasms I've ever seen, right into my neg ass I erupt to shooting my last neg load all over our chest. he still is fucking his load into me slowing down until he gets to soft and he falls out and he just lays on top of me and we hold each other fall asleep like that for awhile until he wakes up and has us go take a shower clean up from everything. He kisses my neck in the shower I feel so close to him now I look at him this is the man that pozzed you, you have his toxic load in you right now after years of you jerking off to bug chasing stories dreaming of this moment its finally happened! We stop the shower and get out dry ourselves and he smiles at me says are you ready for round two? of course I am I'm not leaving this room until I know I've been converted. After a long night of fucking we fall asleep in the morning I have to drive back home and deal with what comes from my amazing night with my new poz daddy. We dress and he gives me a final kiss and hug before i leave he says to call him when I come down with the fuck flu he wants to know how his boy is doing. He gives me an Oralquick test so I can test after I start feeling better he wants to be on the phone when that strip turns poz. Three and half weeks later I start feeling bad; muscle ache, head hurts, needing to be in the restroom all the time. I call Daddy and tell him I think I'm finally being hit with the fuck flu its a tough week but I manage through and once I start feeling better I do my oralquick I'm on the phone talking with him waiting for those 2 lines to pop up and it does I'm finally POZ I start to cry on the phone but not sad tears overwhelming joy tears I am finally what I have been wanting for 4 years a bareback no loads refused poz bottom. Daddy wishes me a happy 23rd Birthday and says enjoy the gift.

Part 1: Garduation Night Party Hi, I'm Jake. I turned 18 years old a month or so ago, and was just graduated near the top of my class and have been accepted to a very good university here in the state. I'm looking forward to meeting new friends in college, but last night I attended a graduation party that I thought I'd describe for you, but first let me tell you about myself. I'm Jake Adams, 18, 5'10, 150 pounds, toned and fit but not the bulky/Uber athletic type. I have blue eyes with I got from my father and brown hair. I can say I'm fairly attractive, people say that I have a very innocent yet appealing features. I seem to recall even having heard a gay guy call me the 'perfect twink' when I was out in the mall shopping a few weeks ago. Any how, back to the party, which my friend Adrian planned as an occasion for me and my friends to let loose! Adrian's parents are pretty much well loaded and have no problem with Adrian footing the bill for the graduation party which was hosted in their country house a few miles out of town. I arrived at Adrian's place at around 8:00 PM only to find the party was already going on smoothly - several guys playing beer pong, girls and guys dancing to the latest beat in the amazingly spacious living room while several people have already jumped in the pool with their best swimwear. This is gonna be an awesome party indeed. I was greeted by my friend Josh who immediately handed me a red cup. "What is it?" I asked. "Something to loosen you up," Josh somewhat vaguely answered. I gladly took the cup and took a sip. The mysterious beverage tasted like orange juice but I suspect it was spiked with a tad of alcohol. Over the next couple of hours I must have drank half a dozen cups of the beverage Josh gave me and I was definitely feeling a little bit of a buzz - perhaps somewhat dizzy, certainly louder and more 'loose', and almost certainly somewhat chatty with total strangers. The party was already at its peak with several couples making out and others flirting like there was no tomorrow. I had to get some air and left the main party area as I wandered in the house and retreated to an empty bedroom. I could still hear the party music in the background but at least I was alone and could finally get a breather. And there I was alone in the bed reminiscing the past four years of high school and then the door opened: it was Josh. "Had to get away, huh?" he asked. "Yeah, I really needed to catch my breath. This is quite a party." "Mind if I join you?" Josh asked as, without awaiting my reply, he entered the room, closed the door, and strode to the bed, pulling his shirt off in the process. What really surprised me was that I found myself thinking 'Holy fuck, Josh is hot!' And I was absolutely right. Josh's was sporting an amazing chest, some great pecs, a well toned, fit body, and some die-for abs. I knew Josh had been on the swim team for several years - apparently the constant exercise paid off. I've always known that I was gay since I was a sophomore but I really never acted on it and my sexual urges were very much under control even as I went through puberty ... well of course the occasional jacking off to the hottest male celebrity or porn star was there but no sexual experience for this guy. I'm a total virgin! Well anyway, Josh, who's now half naked is now beside me in the bed. "It's really one hot night huh?" He quipped. He was just there beside me in the bed as I appreciated the view of his sweat glisten off his body... I might have stared to much and he must have noticed. I really did not know what was on his mind then but he suggested we watch porn and I just said "cool!" Josh took his phone and played this porn video of a whites woman being fucked my this hot guy ... he didn't even lower the volume and the room was filled with the moans of the woman as She was fucked bare by this hot stud. I was already getting horny looking at the hot guy and his large cock and I could sense Josh was getting horny too... I could already see a big bulge in his shorts and my erection was already forming a tent on mine as well. Josh then looked at me asking "Wanna jack off?" I was little bit surprised but then I just nodded in agreement. He then took off his shorts and underwear and there it was... his seven inch uncut cock! It really thick and bigger than my six inch cut cock. His pubes were trimmed and so are mine... he just continued on watching the video as he started to jack off his thick cock. I could really sense that he was horned up and in after a few minutes I think he noticed that I was paying more attention to his cock than the video and he repeated his invitation: "Wanna jack me off?" He didn't even wait for an answer and he just held my hand and guided it towards his cock... as my hands reached his cock... I felt it's warmth and the girth was amazing. He then guided my hand as I matched the pace that he wanted... he just looked at me with his sexy eyes and lips and then one thing led to another and we ended up kissing each other. We kissed passionately as we exchanged fluids... he then held my head and guided it towards his cock... I licked his body and nipples, drifting gradually towards his cock which, when I finally arrived, I licked, only to hear his soft moan. I could taste his salty precum and smell the musk on him and the smell made me hornier. It was a slightly funky but enticing aroma - just how a cock should smell: not too clean, not too dirty, just enough spunk. I then licked on his balls, whereupon I was rewarded by another moan. "Suck me," he ordered. I just looked at him and nodded as I did my best to fit his large cock in my mouth... at first I could only fit the cock head but after a few minutes I was able to put more than half into my mouth. He then put his hands on my head as I sucked on him... with Josh guiding the my head and with me doing my best to not scratch his amazing cock with my teeth. As I got more comfortable. I even started to play with my tongue as I sucked him... he must have really liked it as he quietly said in between his moans "Nice one Jake, keep it up." As I was sucking him... I also started to jack off ... being able to suck my first cock was not part of my plans for tonight but I'm not complaining. Josh played with his nipples as I sucked him. I kept my eyes on him as I played with his thick cock- watching him enjoy and moan as sweat glistened on his pecs and abs. I continued sucking him and then we were startled by another guy's voice. "You horny fuckers!" It was Adrian. We forgot to lock the doors and there I was caught red handed... or should I say cock handed? In any event, I was caught with my mouth full of cock.

My bf gave me permission to go the local sauna in Belfast for it's naked in the dark event. This is the first time I've been since we started dating 5 months ago so I was in the mood to be a total slut I arrived just after 7 and it was already busy with a good mix of types and ages. I stripped off and headed upstairs to see what was happening. As always I quickly migrated to the dark room where it is pitch black and perfect for getting my hole loaded. Literally as soon as I walk in the door a guy grabs my soft cock and starts sucking it so it isn't long before I'm hard. I feel his ass and it's already got a raw cock inside pounding away at him. I move behind and the other guy steps aside to let me in, His hole felt great. As I was fucking the guy before me started feeling my ass which I'd pre-lubed like a good boy. He slid his big thick cock into my hungry hole and started to pound me too. It wasn't long before he was blowing his load in my ass. A little later I got a load from another fit guy who made me choke on his cock for a while before I sat on him and miked a load out! I finished the night off by swapping loads with a tall skinny twink who has a REALLY thick cock and made me beg for his load bringing my total for the night to three. Not bad for a night and a very happy hole going home!! Maybe next time I'll convince the bf to come with me.

Part 2: Popping the Cherry Josh and I were there in shock and utter disbelief as Adrian caught us with Josh's cock in my mouth. It was as if time stopped and Josh and I couldn't move. Adrian just smirked closed the door behind him and locked it and said "give me some of that" Adrian just unzipped his pants and his semi hard floppy cut dick was now in front of me. Adrain looked over to Josh and gave him a signal and Josh pulled out my mouth ... I then took Adrian's now hardening cock into my mouth. It smelled of musk not too bad just a hint of sweat as expected from the night's worth of partying and I was getting more aroused as now I was getting used by 2 hot guys. Adrian is 5'11 he hasn't removed his shirt yet but from the quick glances I've taken from the shower room at school he is pretty toned and well built. I was now slobbering all over Adrian's 7 inch cock being able to deep threat him with his trimmed pubes hitting my nose. As I continued on sucking Adrian, Josh was now behind me and caressing my ass as he jacked off watching me suck Adrian. I could feel Josh's finger linger near my hole and he spat on my hole and licked on his finger and slowly pushed it into my hole... it's the first time I've been fingered and I really couldn't quite put how it felt. It didn't hurt but was not that pleasurable but as Josh slid in another finger and got in deeper I could feel him hit a spot inside me which was just amazing! It was as if I was being tickled and jacked off from the inside and al I can do was moan as I was sucking Adrian. Josh then spat 2 more times into my hole and I could feel that he was positioning his cock behind me... he then tried to enter me several times but the tightness of my virgin hole made it difficult. He then went near my head as I was sucking Adrian and whispered "relax for me please" I relaxed my hole as Josh's cock tried to penetrate me slowly... then *plop his uncut cock made it inside me. I was consumed by this searing pain but I couldn't really scream as my mouth was full with Adrian's cock. Josh then said "oh he is tight!, are you a virgin Jake?" I just nodded in agreement as Josh slowly pushed in deeper into me with his thick uncut cock. He was now more than halfway inside me and he started to gain a rhythm as he slowly pounded my tight hole... I could hear him moan and cuss as he was fucking me then after a few more thrusts he was already balls deep inside me. Adrian lusted over as he watched me get fucked by Josh and said "give me some of that tight ass Josh later, will you?" Josh just said "yeah, Jake is way tighter than any pussy I've fucked" Josh spat more on my ass as he fucked me and he was now fucking me real fast and the pain I felt earlier has now been slowly replaced by this amazing feeling of fullness and tingling inside me as Josh's uncut cock hit my g-spot again and again. I moaned and moan as I sucked Adrian and I then felt Josh's hands tighten it's grip on my hips and he started grunting and then I knew he was cumming inside me - my first fuck and cum. Josh must have cummed a lot as he held me tightly for more than a minute as I felt his cock throb inside me. He then slowly pulled out and said to Adrian "that was amazing! Your turn buddy" As Josh pulled out of me I felt a certain level of emptiness and as Adrian pulled out of my mouth to get behind me my mouth longed for cock and then I realized that i was becoming a cock whore ... The emptiness was soon gone as Adrian got himself behind me and he then spat on his cock and my ass felt up my ass cheeks and said "you got one cummy hole, I hope this is still tight" I could feel the cum leak from my hole and Josh was there laying beside me in his a post fuck glow with sweat glistening over his sexy body and his hands on the back of his head. His slightly hairy pits were near me and I could smell his manliness and it made me a lot hornier and put me in a sexual trance. Adrian then positioned his cock on my hole and slowly pushed in. He met no resistance from my now cum filled hole but I think it must have still been tight for him as I heard him remark "oh yeah, this is way tighter than any girl pussy I've had, you're giving the girls in our school a run for their money" Adrian was soon balls deep in me and was fucking me hard as in the heat of the night and of the moment I felt his sweat drip on to my back as he fucked me. His thick cock was now way inside me as he hit my g-spot and all I can do was moan and moan in satisfaction. It didn't take long for Adrian to hit it just right and I couldn't believe it... I started cumming on the bed without touching myself. I could feel my cock throb and my ass tightened as I came... that must have put Adrian over the edge as well as my ass massaged his cock... he held on to me tight and grunted and moaned and I felt his cock throb and release his cum inside me. Adrian clearly came a lot as I could feel the cum leak even while he was still inside me. After a minute or two he slowly pulled out his softening cock and both Adrian and Josh started to dress up as I was there laying on a pool of my cum and their cum on the bed. Before leaving the room, Josh remarked "you're a good fuck Jake, let's do this again" Adrian just gave this sly smirk on Josh's comment and both of them left the room and went back partying... I looked at my watch and it's already 30 minutes past midnight.

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…

I had a pretty ideal childhood. It was perfect in my memory up until the age of 11 -- when I started to notice there was was something 'funny' about me. My friend Pete told me I acted like a girl sometimes. And talked like one. I knew it was true and I also noticed that I noticed the hairy lifeguard at the pool more than I noticed the bobbing boobs in the water. This was bad. I shut down because I needed time to figure this out. I never talked if possible. I avoided Pete and my other friends. I also avoided my parents. They were concerned that I spent all my time alone I needed time to think. My dad suddenly got very attentive, and he wanted to do stuff together with me. I really couldn't refuse or they'd send me to a doctor or something. We played catch, we went to the arcade and I did my best to make him think I was enjoying it. But I remained quiet and never talked. The dark circles formed under my eyes. They got darker and darker. There was a song on the radio that I'd heard about a 'lonesome loser'. That was my persona; theme sing. So many songs spoke directly to me once after I turned twelve. It's something that doesn't happen once you're older. So I mainly stayed alone in my room and listened to the radio. The 80's were at their cheesiest back then. I was obsessed with about five different songs. I wasn't allowed to lock my door back then, and my parents could barge in any time they wanted. My mom burst in once during that Summer and insisted I go outdoors. "It's so beautiful outside. Your father is in the backyard doing some work and you should go help him. You've had enough radio for one day." sigh I found my dad digging or planting or something. Weeding, maybe. I stood next to him wordlessly until he noticed me. "Oh hi! It's nice to see you. You need some sun, William. Go rinse of this spade off and then I've got a surprise for you." I carried the implement over to the faucet and cleaned it. I realize now that the smell of water coming from an outdoor spigot in the Summer is delicious. It's warm at first and then gets colder. I can still smell it now. Well, my 'surprise' was a whole bunch of fresh plywood he'd just bought from the hardware store. He had decided we were going to build a tree house together. ?? Huh? I was going to be a teenager in less than a year. Did he really think I was going to hang out in a damn tree house? He was so excited that I didn't have the heart to tell him that I didn't really want to do this. He was a kind man and only wanted me to be with him more. I was a little jerk, a lonesome loser, but I couldn't hurt his feelings. There was a trace of human left inside of me somehow. He had decided the giant hickory tree would be the best place to build it. It was an old tree that, looking back, seemed to just beg for a tree house. It had a low wide trunk and the branches spread out in such a way as to allow space for something to be built in there. So we built a tree house over the course of two days. Possibly three. When I say "we" I mostly mean "he". I fetched nails and things from the garage when he needed them, but Dad did all the work. Even our retired neighbor -- a widower named Hal came over and did more work than I did. "Almost done. We'll get shingles for the roof eventually. Maybe your mom will give us a rug and a chair for the inside. It's big enough for you to even bring your sleeping bag in there....not that we'll let you do that without some discussion. You know your mother." Suddenly I liked the idea of my own separate place away from them. I now embraced the concept of a tree house. After he waterproofed it and made double sure it was securely stable, I could go in it. Sweet! I made it into my second room...a second place to hide. I ultimately had a table and chair there...along with a rug and some old pillows. It was a perfect space for me to escape. Of course I brought out my radio. My aunt had bought me a "boom box" for my birthday. It was so huge and ate up D batteries like crazy, but the sound was good. I would wake up early in the morning and go to my escape place to spend the whole day listening to music and daydreaming. I guess my parents thought that I'd be having a bunch of friends over to play pirates or something. I only went inside to go to the bathroom or refill my plastic jug with Pepsi. Then one day, a few weeks before school started, I had a visitor to my private tree space, It was my old friend Pete, "Hi, Will. Your mom invited me to "come play". As if we even "play" anymore." Pete had gotten taller and seemed more adult. I was just a kid and everybody around me was growing up. "Yeah, She's lame. I know. Do you like this station?" There was a Duran Duran song on. "104.1? No way. I like real music. Only girls listen to that shit. I like 99.8. Speaking of girls, look what I have..." He pulled out a porno magazine from the back of his shirt, It must have been uncomfortable to walk with that jammed into the waistband of his Lee jeans. I didn't change the station because my favorite Cyndi Lauper song was playing. I really liked her. Porn? Pete? It didn't match. But he'd changed so much. He almost had facial hair. "My dad has tons of these in the house. He must really like to beat his meat." "Do what?" "He jerks off. It's called a bunch of things. You've never done it?" "Do WHAT??" "You rub your dick up and down until the stuff comes out. My bother does it too." "How do you do it?" "Well, I can show you. It's not gay if I just show you." Pete found the centerfold. The model was obviously an adult woman, but she was dressed like a little girl. She also slightly resembled a girl at our school that every guy had a crush on. She got boobs in the fifth grade and was extremely athletic. She played all the sports and taught tennis during the Summer. He unzipped right there in front of me and started to fondle his private parts. I couldn't believe it. I tried to make sense out of what he was doing, but it was all just too bizarre to comprehend. He kept going and before long, he stopped and some milky stuff came flying out of his little wiener. He quickly sipped back up and suddenly looked a little embarrassed. He told me to try it and I was horrified at the idea. Interested but still horrified. I had a million thoughts and a million things to say, but right about then my mom came out to ask if we wanted ice cream sandwiches. We declined and waited until she went back to the house. "I gotta go. Want me to leave you this.? My dad will never know it's missing." "Nah. Maybe. No." "OK. I'll bring another one next time." He climbed down and I was alone again. Alone with all these crazy new thoughts. That night at dinner, I could barely eat and didn't say a word. Parents exchanged glances. "It nice to see Pete again. He's grown so much. Well, you both have. Did you two have fun?", she asked. "Yeah." "I can take you guys to the pool tomorrow. Or you could rife your bikes. You haven't ridden that bike in forever." She needed something. My silent dad did too. They wanted a normal son and I wanted them to not want that. "Maybe. Thanks." That was enough. No way could I go back to the pool. Knowing what I did about my body and seeing that hot lifeguard would just be way too overwhelming. I went back to my tree house and listened to the radio until almost midnight. I went to bed and made a few attempts to 'beat my meat'. It wasn't happening. All I could picture was that she-girl and Pete's little dick. I was not inspired. Horny. but not enough for this. I somehow fell asleep and dreamed about the lifeguard screwing some woman who was dressed as a little girl. The long Summer days rolled along and the only thing I did was listen to the radio. Pete came by about once a week. He always brought a new nudie magazine and I always pretended to like the pictures. Vaginas were just gross. God only knows what was up in those things. Pete never masturbated in front of me again. He told me about this 7th grade girl that had let him feel her boobs. And then one day he brought over a new magazine called "Club". There men in it. Sure, they were always soft and there was always a naked woman there too, but at last I got to see a penis!! There was one series of pics about a trucker picking up a hitchhiking woman and they made out in his truck. He had a huge hairy dick and big red balls. That's when I felt something. I wanted the trucker. "This is good one. Can I keep it?" "Why? What is it about this one? You never wanted to keep any of the other magazines?" "I--I just like this one." "Yeah. I'll let you keep it. But you have to tell me why first. Is it because there are dudes in it? You like dicks, right? I guessed that a long time ago." "What? No! I just...." "You're just a gay. Everybody knows it. I'm not a gay, but my brother might be one. It's okay. I'll bring over some of my dad's "Hustler"s. There's always guys in that." "Uh..." "I'll come by tomorrow and give you some magazines with dicks. But then I'm not going to visit anymore. I like you, but I don't want to be around you so much. It feels weird. No offense." I closed my eyes and nodded. I knew what I was and so did the whole world, apparently. I sat there and listened to David Bowie sing about his little China girl. It was the middle of Summer. I'd never be the same after today. Never. I successfully ejaculated that night and every night after that. But during the day, I just sat in the tree house, listened to music and wondered what the hell was next. Once school started, I'd say 'hi' to Pete. but he was always out of it. He'd somehow fallen into the stoner crowd. Just like his older brother. He smoked now and would sometimes give off booze fumes. I had no friends left in the whole world. It stayed that way in high school. I just kept beating off. listening to the peak of new wave pop. And getting stoned. Weed was surprisingly easy to get in my little town. Pete gave me my first joint when he dropped off a load of mags and then never visited again. At school. we were just polite classmates now. Fine. I was too weird anyway. I was a committed loner and childhood friendships didn't mean a thing anymore. I spent long days and nights in the tree house. Hair bands had taken over the radio...pretend rockers with identical looks. I heard the music change and the playlists mutate while I blissed-out on an herbal cloud. By the time I got to college, grunge had entered with "Smells Like Teen Spirit". I bought the cassette and played it endlessly. It was music meant for ME. I even liked the copycat bands. My dorm roommate moved out when I wouldn't talk to him and blared my music. I had the place to myself which was good because I hadn't learned how to be social or considerate yet. It's everyone else with a problem...not me. I was just doing my thing. My adviser suggested I be an English major and I simply shrugged and went with that. I read so many books and wrote so many papers. I was acing all the classes and even some electives like "History of Photography". I was a deep thinker (or so I told myself) and none of the homework interfered with my isolated stoner life. And then reality rudely moved in. Mom was sick. Dad called me and said my mom collapsed in a store. Turns out her kidneys were failing. And she had crippling back pain. "Can you come back home, William? She would appreciate it so much. She's on dialysis twice a week. Just get your finals over with and come home.Please." By the time I got through exams and made it back to my Nowhere town, Mom was way worse. Christmas was a week away and that woman loved Christmas. But the house looked like every other day. No tree, or stockings or anything. Turns out it was bone cancer and she'd never get better. She got smaller and thinner and then died in her sleep. But at least I got to kiss her cheek and hold her hand one last time. Poor lady. She deserved a better son than me. My dad couldn't handle it all and moved in with his brother - who lived in a town in the next county. I was on my own., alone in a silent house. I guess Dad had recovered enough to make all the arrangements. The funeral would be in three days. We got our first snow and it was cold out, but I went to the tree house to get super stoned. My radio was still there, but I didn't turn it on because the batteries were probably dead. Like Mom. I'd cried enough on the drive home, and now my eyes were dry. I had a Walkman back at the house, but before I could go grab it, I had a visitor. Pete. Never thought I'd see him again. "Hi. You okay? I heard about your mom." "Yeah. I'm okay. My dad split... I guess he'll come home before Saturday. He's a mess." "Yeah. I bet. Are you here alone? Damn. I'm so sorry." "I'm fine by myself." "Want some of this?", he said reaching into his pocket for a little bag of white powder. I knew what it was and what it looked like from TV. Cocaine. Sure. Whatever. We both snorted some, and my heart sped up. I also wanted to start talking....which I did. I told him about my isolation and cloaked gayness. I talked on and on and didn't stop. "I'm sorry for leaving you all alone back then. Those days were different. I got married. Did you know that? And then I got divorced. In four months. She was more of a coke-head than I am." "Wow." I didn't give a shit. really. I had my own issues to deal with and suddenly didn't feel like talking about it. We did a few more lines and I needed to stop because my heart was beating way too fast. Pete straightened himself up a little. "I was going to wait to tell you this, but...." "What?" "My older brother. He went to college like you did....but dropped out after a year. Drugs and stuff. He's living at home now. And he looks sick. Anyway -- I showed him your photo in the yearbook and told him...about.... some things. He wants to meet you. He might be your type. What do you think?" I motioned for his bag of coke. We did more and then split the remainder of my fat joint. "Is he home tonight? Tell him to come over." "Are you sure, Will? Your mom just died. He's gay for sure, but he's kinda sick. You do know there's a gay AIDS out there. He might have it." "No worries. I want to see him again." "OK." "Tell him to bring some 'D' batteries too. My boom box is dead. Tell him I need charging." Looking back, I can't believe I said that. But I did. There are no take-backs in life. I'd learn that soon. Not long after Pete left, I decided to take a nap. I had on a ski jacket and long pants. I slept for maybe a few minutes, imagining I heard the radio playing. No. I DID hear it. There was someone there with a flashlight. It was Pete's brother, Brice. The light hurt my eyes and I told him to shut it off. "Oh, Sorry. I didn't have any 'D' batteries, but I brought over my own boom box. Let your eyes adjust. It gives a nice glow in the dark." He was right. Once the flashlight was off, I felt better and could see more. His radio gave off a nice green glow that reminded me of something, but I couldn't think what it was. Something I'd seen on TV? "Brice? What time is it?" "It's a fine time. Mild Winter nights make me horny as hell. God, you've barely changed....you look like a kid still. Sorry about your mom, man." "Thanks. Pete said you're back at home, now. How's that?" I was waking completely and sitting up a little. "It's fine. Not like I got a choice. Pete said you home alone. Is that true? Let's go inside where it's warmer." "Sure. Bring your radio." I liked that green glow for some reason. We crunched our way through the dead leaves and frozen air. The house was a tomb. I turned up the heat and led Brice up to my room. He was a tall guy, much taller than the rest of his family. In the light, he looked thin and a little sick. Very pale. I knew what was coming next. "You got a night light or something? It's too bright in here." "I used to. Just turn on your boom box -- that'll give enough glow." He did. Donna Summer's song about her love flying across the sky was on. I liked that song. I made myself not lip-synch it as our eyes adjusted to the darker room. Brice was undressing....and I figured I should do the same. It was getting warmer. Or maybe just I was. He got under the covers with me, and I realized he'd taken off everything. I'd left my underwear and socks on. I took them off in the green glow. "You're my brother's age, right? You're 19?" Well, yeah.... "Yes. Why?" "I just don't need anything else on my record. We're going to fuck. Ready?" "Yes. I want that." "In about an hour...some friends of mine are coming over. They know who you are and want to plow your little ass. I left the door open. I hope that's okay because it's already done. Not like you have a choice." He was on top of me...in the bed I'd slept in as a teen and done my homework on top of. Brice was wild and maybe insane a little...it seemed like he was trying to devour me, or kill me. I felt his hard dick against my stomach. It was my first kiss, my first everything. I felt his hard dick on my stomach and really wanted to look at it. As if he'd read my mind, he scooted up and let it tower over my face, The greenish glow and the shadows made it look huge. This was way better than seeing soft members in magazines. Way, way better. The head of it looked wet...or maybe it was just the light. "I'm leaking pre-cum like a motherfucker...that almost never happens. Want a taste?" I didn't even have time to answer before he was poking that glistening head between my lips. The taste was new but as old as time. I loved it. He took my moans of satisfaction as his cue to push it further into my mouth. I loved it. I'd been imagining this act for so long. He pushed farther until I gagged a little. Then we found an agreeable place he could thrust in and out of. I sometimes wish I could turn off my brain and just go with the things my body was feeling. Pete said he was "sick" and I tried to get that thought out of my head. This was so nice. He stopped and pulled the dick away. "I don't want to cum just now. Ever eaten ass before?" "No. I've never done anything." "I'm clean, well -- clean-ish. If you don't like it, we can stop. I didn't like doing it myself. Not at first." He sat his bare ass right on my ass. I didn't know how I was supposed to 'eat' it, so I just kissed his cheeks and slid my tongue up and down between the crack. Without anything in my head except horniness, I pushed my tongue into his butt hole. He moaned and spread his buttocks apart more. My tongue and mouth overruled my brain and just went on pleasing him while I forgot all about breathing. "Goddamn -- you're a natural little bo --- ssshhh. I think the other guys are here. You don't mind if they watch, do you? I can make them stay out in the hall." "No...I don't mind." "Be right back." He got up and left my room, and then called to the strangers from the top of the stairs. They all filed in. Four or five of them maybe. Six? I couldn't tell. Janet Jackson was singing. All of my senses were turned up to the max. "You fellas get to see me take this kid's virginity. Good timing." Maybe he wanted to show off or something, but he got super demanding and he made his voice sound lower. He commanded me to put a pillow under my butt and spread my legs. I did as told. My brain told me this is how the gays were getting that disease, but I was beyond caring. He held my legs even farther apart, and tried to poke that beautiful cock into my ass. It was unbearable. "STOP!" I couldn't handle this. "Did anybody bring lube? He is so fucking tight." "Yeah. I brought a tube of KY. Mostly full." That voice was familiar somehow. Another guy said "Brice, you said he was a virgin. Why the hell didn't you bring some yourself? I brought some booze, but you owe me the next turn at his ass." "Deal." He worked the oil or whatever it was onto his erection and the poured some right onto my exposed hole. His big fingers were pushing it inside of me. That hurt too, but I muted my protests somehow. And then he pushed the head of his dick into me. I screamed again. One of the dudes turned up the radio and Paula Abdul was singing loudly as Brice held his hand over my mouth. He went slow, but never pulled out...just kept going. I'd agreed to this I guess. But DAMN -- it didn't feel sexy. He was all the way to his balls and stayed there for a few seconds. I adjusted and tried to enjoy it...I'd only ever wanted this. He started thrusting back and forth. This was fucking! I was fucking! He found a good rhythm we could both enjoy. The guys were murmuring among themselves. One of them said "You got two more lesions on your back, Brice." "Shut the fuck up, Andy. I'm about to knock him up...right....NOW! AH FUCK!" He must have cum. I wish I could say I felt it, but the pain and the pleasure and feel of his body were just so intense. I was no longer a virgin and probably not healthy anymore. Brice stayed still for a bit and panted. He got up and was soon replaced by Andy,the booze-bringer. He was shorter than Brice, but just as endowed. He'd been beating off and drinking. He offered me a sip from his bottle and I was glad for it. I have no idea what it was, but it made me cough. They all laughed. "Take one more sip. It gets better." He was right. He didn't bother with my mouth at all. Just fucked me with no attention paid to me as a person, It was so much easier this time around -- maybe because of all the sperm already in my hole or maybe I had just learned to handle it better. He was fast and didn't even tell me he was shooting his load inside of me. He just stood up and said "Done". I had a few more drinks from the bottle, which made me feel warm inside and out. I was a slut now. Maybe Andy was sick as well....he'd just swam in Brice's juices after all. "My turn." I knew that voice was familiar. It was the lifeguard from the pool...the guy I'd fantasized about all those years. He was as hairy as I remembered. Maybe not as muscular, but still beautiful. His dick was a bit smaller than the other two, but I honestly didn't care. He was my dream and he was going to fuck me. I completely enjoyed the sex this time. For one thing, he talked to me. He also kissed me and it felt like 'making love'. The sensation of his penis inside of me made me shudder as if I was cold. The world went away and it was just the two of us. "You never went off the high dive. Too scared? I saw you grow up and now I'm seeing you as a man. Ready for that final dive? I'm gonna cum. You'll never be afraid of anything now....uhhh. YEAH! I just took you to the deep end." He kissed me passionately. There were still guys there who wanted their turn. I obliged. Brice went at me again and so did the lifeguard (Tom). I woke up in his arms that next morning. He and I had a long-distance relationship after the funeral and after I went back to school. I made it home more often and we made all kinds of plans together. We were both poz and I really want to believe it was his strain that I carried inside of me. My lifeguard and I in the same club. We're both still alive and living in my old house with Dad. He's the one who keeps track of our medications and doctor's appointments. We're a family. My ideal childhood turned into an ideal life.

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

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

...dwelling at the fountain of joy...

...yesterday at the park...

This pic gives the phrase GO FUCK YOURSELF a hole...uh...whole new meaning...

Hey guys. I have been trying for weeks to post new pics using "create" the "status" but I have no kb left. So, I have been trying numerous times to post new pics by coming here to my personal activity and post. All I get is "you have posted content with formatting. Please remove formatting. If I click "remove formatting", my pic or gif disappears. If I click "keep formatting". same happens. Sorry. All I know to do is to just post some in my galleries.

What to do when you horny and bored at the office? Go for an early lunch maybe?

Answered a top's post on CL and followed his directions. Arrived at the apartment complex, ass lubed already, and found the building in the back of the complex, door was open and blindfold was on the doorknob. Stripped naked in the outside hall and put on the blindfold before knocking once on the door. A minute later it opened snd there were not 2 but 4 hands on me. Feeling an already hard cock pressed up against me i bent over to taste it and the yummy pre-cum already leaking from it. Licked it a few times to moisten it and then slowly swallowed the shaft until my nose was buried in his pubes. Another cock probed my hole and then slowly buried itself inside me. He began fucking me, pushing the cock in my mouth down so i was getting ass fucked and throat fucked at the same time. Every couple minutes they switched places until the guy in my ass started grunting and telling me he was going to cream my ass. I felt that awesome feeling when suddenly his cum was super lubing my ass and he fucked me hard. Switching places the other guy rammed his cock into my while i cleaned the cum off a softening cock. Right then another door opened and some guy said "I thought i heard you fucking another whore. I want his pussy too...". So after the second guy bred me thrre was a third who in one motion buried himself in my ass and fucked me there in the open hallway until he added a 3rd load to my ass. What a great way to start another slut day!

No idea if his cock would fit, but I'd sure like to give it a try...

This happened on the evening of the 4th of July... Met a sexy daddy from BBRT that was interested in having a threesome with me and the bf. We went to the daddy's house and had a few drinks before we starting undressing and fooling around. Made out with daddy while the bf was going down on both of us. Daddy wanted my bf's hole, and I told him it's all his! He started rimming my bf, and the bf was squirming and moaning in pleasure... that was all the confirmation daddy needed, he lubed up his dick and started pushing it into the bf raw. There's just something so hot about watching another man use my bf. Bf has a tight hole, so daddy got close pretty quickly and had to keep slowing down as to not cum. I told him he can go ahead and breed my bf, so he's nicely lubed up for me. Daddy starts moaning and breeds my bf with a huge load... I can see a little cum running out as he pulls out. Fuck! Now it's my turn... I don't even lube up, I just start to slide inside because his hole is super wet and cummy. Damn this is what we've been missing! There's nothing hotter than fucking a silky hole full of cum. Then daddy asks if he can fuck me while I'm fucking the bf... sure! I'm fucking my bf missionary, and daddy gets behind me, puts a little spit on his dick, and forces it into my hole. It feels so good! I am pounding the BF for about 10 minutes and I keep getting close because of all the pleasure from getting fucked while I'm fucking... Bf is making out with me as daddy is pounding me. I get close, and I can't stop, daddy's cock is pushing me over the edge! I bred a huge load into my bf, and daddy came at the same time. Daddy pulls out and I feel his load gushing out of my hole... another big load! We all relax, cuddle and kiss for a few minutes. I then went to the bathroom (to pee, I'm keeping the load inside as long as I can). When I came out, I saw my bf laying face down and daddy was fucking him again... such a hot site. After daddy bred him, I fucked him again and gave him another load. So now my bf has 4 loads inside him. I think I convinced him that there's nothing hotter than taking loads, hehe. We went home after that, it was getting late. Definitely adding the daddy into my contacts.

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

Part 3: Once again my arm was tapped as one of the anonymous breeders prepared to infect my ass and veins. In a brief moment of clarity I wondered, “This was only my first night. What would day two be like?” My limp, drugged up and fucked out naked body had been roughly dropped on one of those big luggage carts you see at hotels. Shadow man - my anonymous host, drug benefactor, and pimp daddy laughed as he kicked my ankles, “Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times.” I would have said something smart assed if I had been able to, but the drugs still had me held tight in their grip and there was now duct tape over my mouth too. The opaque view of the world through the homemade plastic hood turned to black as shadow man slid the cart cover down over the top, hiding me from view. The rolling coffin rumbled down the hall as shadow man provided commentary, “We’re taking the service elevator down. This is how my homies and folks usually come in and out. I can turn the security cameras off and on and no one knows, plus only me and my boys got the keys, so keeps my shit private.” The service elevator creaked and moaned, whirred and stirred, as we dropped down to the floor where my room was located in the hotel. “Good morning Ma’am” shadow man said to someone as he rolled me down the hall. I could tell someone else was with us from the dangling of the keys on their belt even though they did not speak. A small beep, a click, a door opened, a bump as the cart was pushed over the door sill, the door whooshed closed, then silence until the lights were flicked on, and shadow man and his cohort stepped further into the room. “You sure we good?” the other man asked. Shadow man laughed, “How many fucking times we done this shit now? Trust me man. It’s all good. Now drag that faggedy ass out here, put his finger on the safe, and let’s clean this place out. Remember, don’t fucking leave him alone and your Jersey boy should be here in a minute. Once he’s done hit me on the walkie - then me and the boys will come back and roll him back up and get the setup done.” Still not convinced the other guy questioned, “What about DNA and shit? Shouldn’t we be worried?” Shadow man sighed, clearly frustrated, “Fuck no man. I know this is your first kidnapping and all but man the fuck up! This is a hotel room. You know how little this place gets washed and cleaned and the cops - even if they bother fucking looking and trust me they won’t as our man in the precinct always gets these cases - but even if by chance they did look they will find so much fucking DNA in here it won’t matter. Plus our reports will make it legit and then the bonus is your Jersey boy will use the cell from the bus station in Newark or some shit and you know we got the cab connect all down. Same old plan as always - only this time, he ain’t shipping out quite so fast.” I tried to wrap my head around all I had just heard - or imagined. I was not quite sure because of the drugs and all but it sounded like they were planning to set me up? Kidnap me? I grunted as I rolled off the luggage cart and onto the floor. I still had on the plastic hood, so could not see shit, and got a quick kick in the ribs for my effort. “Now, now, now,” shadow man scolded me as he cuffed me on the head, yanked me up by my arm, walked me forward then pushed me onto the bed. He turned to his associate, “Just make sure only his prints are on the syringes and that way it will prove he was junkied out when shit went down.” The door opened and closed, I was then pressed back against the bed as a burly body straddled me, “Give me that fucking arm. Time to dope you up. My Jersey boy comes through for them raw times and likes limp biscuit bitches to fuck. Here - wrap your fingers around this - don’t fucking fight me! There you go. Good. Good. Ok - get ready to spin out and embrace that good shit. You lucky that pussy is valuable as you sucking up all the good juice boxes.” I flopped back on the bed, high as shit. My face was sweating like hell in my plastic hood. It was so tight I could only wipe at the skin around my mouth and nose where shadow man had cut the X. There were slimy spots too, from nutt, or something. I didn’t really want to know. Yes I did! As the drugs kicked in my horny meter went into the red and I reached down to try to jack my withered dick. Useless. Fucking useless. How frustrating! I don’t get how guys can stand being spun out like this all the time and not even get hard. It was like my whole body was itching on the inside and I had no way to scratch. I couldn’t even fucking jerk off. My pointer sat on the bed and seductively rubbed my thigh, “Sucks huh?” he asked. Just then there was a knock at the door - three fast, then two slow. The door opened, a cloud of smoke filled the room, and a deep voice echoed off the walls, “Show me that boy clit if you want this potent nutt.” I rolled over and reached back to spread my cheeks and whether the next was said to me or my pointer I didn’t know, “This dope dick going to rape that ass good. You know anal raping ain’t cheating right? I can honestly look at my girl and truthfully say I ain’t cheated on her.” To me that seemed like denial, splitting of hairs, semantics, whatever, and then I wondered how I could think so clearly when I had just taken a syringe of some shit? I didn’t have long to ponder that question as the new, anonymous breeder pulled me to the end of the bed, flipped me like a pancake onto my back and lifted my legs up like he was changing a baby diaper, “I plan to take that hole - own it - remodel that house and do a complete tear down, break those walls, then leave it as a claptrap.” He jammed a couple sharp nailed fingers into my asshole, “Damn - that’s some phat gushy pussy. I plan to kill that meth whore hole with my Black Flag roach killer. Disrespect that ass. This that ghost dick - that Certified Pussy Pleaser. I got that young blood dick that digs deep - a big donkey cock and no tapping out til it’s flooded.” As he ranted on about how great he was, my pointer climbed up on the bed behind me, set his balls on my face, then the new guy said, “Hold them legs back and let me hear him gargle on that dick.” My legs were yanked back like a turkey wishbone, and then he said to me, “The only part of me you will feel is my meet in your pussy cum catcher as I wind up and toss you this pitch.” I cried out in pain as that black stallion busted through the gate and took off like he was trying to win the Kentucky Derby. A raw, brutal fuck later I was basking in the afterglow of a vein full of liquid sun and an ass full of liquid BBC juice. Anonymous hands guided me, then rolled me back onto the luggage cart, along with some blankets and other things - luggage? The cart trundled down the hall, the service elevator whirred and stirred, and back up on the 17th floor I was left standing in the middle of the model suite as shadow man roughly fingered my cummy hole. “So here’s how things go,” he explained. “Your room has been emptied out of all your shit a week early. You bill is unpaid. You skipped out during the night after a drug binge or whatever the fuck. Right about now my guys are filing a police report for all the damage to the room - broken furniture, holes in the walls, thousands of dollars of shit along with reports that you assaulted some of the staff with a knife along with threats to do bodily harm. So in addition to being a thief, destruction of property, there’s that whole nasty attempted murder shit too. A warrant will be issued and if you ever show your face, NYPD’s finest will cart you off to Riker’s then send you upstate quicker than the Easter Bunny hides a fucking egg. You understand me? Huh?” The last was emphasized as he grabbed the back of my neck and squeezed and shook hard like I was in the jaws of a pit bull. I was so fucking confused and even though I should have been more freaked about what he had said, all I could focus on was trying to get more dick and more drugs. Shadow man laughed, shoved me onto the couch, tied off my arm, and was tapping a vein as some other hand shoved some powder up my hole that scalded my skin off. “You sure that’s a good idea?” someone asked. My head rolled to the side, my tongue flapped out as shadow man laughed, “Every fucking day I will drive him to the edge of an O.D. and let him hang off the side of that cliff a bit. And well, if the cliff crumbles and he falls, that’s what Doc and these handy Narcan doses and other shit’s for.” Shadow man laid me on the couch so one of my legs was off the front. CLICK - HISS - CLICK - HISS - CLICK - HISS - he hit his pipe, the crack smoke casting a pallid blanket over me. Once the rock kicked in he got on top of me and angled his dick. The pressure and weight of his body felt so good, reassuring, and his big dick in my ass made me feel that was the way I wanted to be all the time. He wrapped his big arm under and around my neck and held me in a grip lock as he began to slowly long stroke my hole. “This is how shit’s going down this week,” he said. “Whether you stay awake or not, you’re being slutted out 24/7. I’m going to keep you high and cock crazed so all you are is my latest hoe flavor.” I must have said, “Huh,” or something and he continued, “Don’t you get it yet? I’m pimping you out. I’ll let ever nicca in the Big Apple that wants some of that hole climb the fuck in it and breed it, infect it, use it, abuse it, tear it up, throw it away. I got dozens of regulars who prefer my discrete one-stop-shop then going to some ABS or trap house where it’s hit or miss, they might be seen, and they can’t get the good dope that I sling so two birds - one stone - or one ass in this case.” I was impressed; this man had a solid business plan and had worked out all the angles. Then as he hit a spot extra deep I remembered, that oh yeah, the whole sex trafficking thing with me as the commodity. Yet, frankly, I felt a relief inside. For the first time in my life I had no inhibitions, did not worry about what some sweater queen might think, didn’t have to wonder if they liked my ass or not. It was all about getting in, getting off, getting high! I listened as shadow man kept thrusting and explaining how things worked, “My man handles the door and takes a slice off the loaf. Here’s your weekly planner: Monday: Today, I got those Wall street types who are coke heads and need their weekly pick up of dope and some raw ass on the side. They will believe whatever the fuck I tell them like you some clean suburban ass, first time in the city, and that they are the first raw dick you ever taken. Most will drop $200 to dump a raw load, which is nothing for them. Their wallets fat, but trust, I only let the big dick fuckers use the asses I line up. I got a special room for them. Oh you’ll probably get 6 or 7 during the morning rush, another dozen at lunch, more at C.O.B., so I expect a quick $6-8k off your ass today.” I had to interrupt him as I started cramping, but shadow man dismissed my pleas with a reference to the “Wall Street grimy freak” who would be there shortly and who pays premium for it super filthy and he would give me another shot to make sure once it kicks in, that would fucking clean me out for days quicker than Draino. With that out of the way, shadow man continued to deep stroke my hole, his dick swelling as he told me how he would pimp me out the rest of the week: “Tuesdays are for the thug homies with that diesel dick who can make it rain. A little dope, smoke, snow, and they get a private hour to use that side snatch. All them niccas be armed and dangerous so you gotta watch your mouth and what you do and fucking play along with any shit they want and they’ll leave that hole so sore you can’t walk. These guys all help move my product on the street and got their own crews. Next up, on Wednesdays we deal with the construction crews who just want some cum dump ass to fill up without hearing a bitch complain. You’ll be tied up with your ass sticking out of a gloryhole - gagged - and you’ll be nothing more than a white fleshlight meat puppet. With them, it’s all about the numbers and the 5-minute nutt and they don’t mind fucking a wet, sloppy pussy after another dude. You’ll get more dick that day than most folks do in a lifetime. A lot of these dudes direct sell for me - easy for them to get places without being seen as no one pays them any mind. Thursday the MOFO big dicked bandit street types will roll in. These guys are real gangbangers and like me, enjoy using a white bitch twitch and going balls to the wall for that extreme R&B - raping and breeding. Remember my buddy who choked you out? He’ll be back and he’s a lightweight compared to some. Ex-cons, sex offenders, repeat offenders, these folks are dudes I served with or that my probie cast my way as part of their ‘rehab’ back into society. They’re my muscle and enforcers on the street - guns and fists for hire and they might roll on you one-on-one or decide to go down some extreme shit path and gang rape you with no fucking limits. Don’t matter none to me as they still pay and I keep them stocked and happy. Friday we got you a repeat with the Legendary Cream Team - my Harlem homies. You held your own with them so we’ll do some double dipping. The homies are just a bunch DL brothas from the hood looking to chill, smoke, and bust a nutt with their power strokes- all bout dat life! YOLO! Saturday - Fuck! Saturday might the nastiest, freakiest, dirtiest shit of all going down - you hear me? You zoning out bitch? Here, I’ll wake you back up - feel that dick tickling your ivory? That’s better, now listen the fuck up. Saturday, I hook up the worst of the worst. All the homeless street hustlers who can’t even get a $5 John to take their bug infested dicks. We got the crack house drug addicts - all veiny and wasted who fill you up with so much fucking disease. In addition to whatever viral gifts they bring, I fence whatever shit they stolen that week so they might be short on cash but always good for some pretty good grabs. Even get the occasional car and shit. I keep their habits fixed - lower cut shit - but for them still better than what they can get and in turn they’re my army of eyes and ears on the street. They might be dirty and raggedy but they need a pussy too and don’t care how busted your hole is, how full of nut, how sick you are from being drugged out, or how much you stink from all those AIDs niccas laying up on you. Fuck, they be adding layers and dirt rings like you a Redwood Tree - coating you in chem sweat and piss, caking your body. Sunday, well Sunday is check out. When you nothing but an infected bag of AIDs and a fucked out whore, I sell you off like a puppy mill and then the next fag pussy comes along, rinse and repeat. I was busy trying to wrap my drug-addled mind around all shadow man had just told me when he squeezed his arm tighter around my neck, “YOU READY FOR THIS BBC NUTT? YOU FUCKING WHITE BITCH TWITCH! POZZING THAT WRECKED HOLE GOOD WITH THIS ANONYMOUS DICK. YOU WILL NEVER - EVER - FUCKING SEE MY FACE BUT YOU WILL FEEL ME AGAIN AND AGAIN. YOU WONT SEE ANY OF THEIR FACES - HUNDREDS OF MEN WILL FUCKING USE THAT ASS AND NOT A SINGLE FUCKING ONE WILL BE SEEN BY THOSE FAG PUSSY EYES. GOOD THING YOU KNOW HOW TO OBEY - OTHERWISE MIGHT HAVE HAD TO SEW THOSE PEEPERS SHUT. BEG FOR THIS NUTT - BEG FOR THIS POZ DICK - BEG FOR ME TO BREED YOU WITH AIDS CUM!! Hot pimp daddy nutt swam up my man womb, buried themselves deep, like only true POZ BBC cum can. Once he had finished, shadow man climbed off me and then told me to hold still as he jammed a needle roughly into my arm. “This shit will make you cramp up like you just got kicked by a donkey. Hold it until the Wall Street guy sticks his dick in your ass then go for it. I’m going to walk you into the hot tub. He’ll slam his dick in and fuck you senseless and let loose. He likes it as nasty as you can make it so no holding back.” Yeah, no worries on that front. A while later I was being showered down and cleaned off as the first Wall Street guy had gotten all he wanted and bred me good. I didn’t know if he was black, white, or what, but he had a monster dick and was a freak, so as the water ran down the plastic hood like a thunderstorm hitting roof tiles I moaned - eager to get my ass filled back up. Once I was clean, shadow man toweled me dry, sprayed some Axe or some shit on me, then had his buddy place his hands over my eyes as he sliced the plastic hood off. He quickly wiped my head down with a wet towel, then blow dryed it, then covered it right back up with a real leather hood - one that had holes for my nose, mouth, and ears, and a big fucking padlock at the back of the neck like I was a Public Storage Unit. CLICK - HISS - CLICK - HISS - the hot pipe smoke filled my lungs, hit after hit - then a needle burned into my veins and filled me up. “You ready to be a slut?” shadow man asked, “Ready for that hole to be used by every part of NYC society and filled with so much cum you won’t need to eat for a month?” I could only moan in agreement as the drugs kicked in and my ass craved some more dick. Today was Monday and I couldn’t wait for the rest of the week! (*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 take my lead from my fellow animals. They don't ask names when they mate, why should I? If a guy offers or asks I will say mine otherwise i am just about mating and nutting and mating and nutting. When I'm at sex clubs rarely do I leave knowing the name of any partner i juts had. I was bred and milked and like a good piece of sexual livestock, I am happy with that.

An Audition for the Bare Fuck Club My boyfriend and I had fooled around behind each other's backs for some time. I knew he was getting fucked by other guys, and he knew I was fucking other guys too, but we kept it discreet and never really talked about it. I always played safe with other guys, but fucked my boy bare. I assumed that he made the guys fucking him wear condoms, especially after finding a half-empty box of rubbers in our closet. I was headed out of town for two weeks for a project and we agreed to video chat as often as possible. The first few days we chatted and caught up, and he always seemed focused and happy to see me. On the third day, he seemed distracted, like someone else was in the room. I made a joke that I didn't want to keep him from his date, and he blushed before making excuses and logging off. The next day, I jokingly asked how his date went. I was surprised when he said, “Pretty well. He fucked me good!” I still wasn't sure if he was serious, and I asked if he was well-hung. “Fuck yeah. He's got at least ten thick inches, and he knows how to use it!” My jaw dropped. My boy went on, “When he came in me, I swear I could feel it in my throat!” I was shocked that he had let some other guy breed him. I guess over the next few days, the guy came back, fucked him raw again, and gave him his load. A few days later the guy brought a friend along too. Both guys took turns at my boy's ass before they creamed his hole. My boy made sure to tell me in detail how they used him and how much he liked feeling their cum leaking out of his slack hole. I couldn't help but be turned on. The following day was my last full day out of town and he messaged me a pic of his ass full of hard dick, with cum oozing out of his ass and puddling on his top's huge hairy balls. I came hard jerking off to his photo. My boyfriend met me at the airport and told me he had a fresh load simmering in his gut as he drove us home. As soon as we were inside, we tore off each other's clothes. Right there in the hallway, I had him bent over the staircase railing with his jeans at his ankles and spread his cheeks. I knelt down and slipped my tongue into his loosened hole. I was rewarded with a dollop of cum. I spit it onto my dick and forced my way into his cummy hole. There was a froth of cum forming around my cock as I pounded his ass. He moaned with pleasure as I added my cum to the mix already deep in his belly. We fucked again before going to bed that night. As he cuddled with me before drifting off to sleep, he told me how glad he was that I was ok with other guys fucking him raw. I honestly told him how much it turned me on, and that I would love to watch him get fucked and take some stranger's load. A few days later, my boy arranged for his ten-inched friend to come by to breed him after work. My boy met Joe at the door and kissed him hard before welcoming him into our living room. Joe extended his man-paw and shook my hand. He was HOT. Six foot tall, in tight jeans and a t-shirt that stretched over his powerful frame. He had a trim beard and a tuft of silver chest hair peek out of the collar of his shirt. He wrapped his muscled arms around my boy's frame and lifted my boy's shirt off. My boy started chewing Joe's nipples through the shirt as he unbuckled Joe's jeans and shucked them to the floor. Out plopped a beautiful hardening cock. My boy expertly deep-throated Joe's tool as he fished out his own dick. When Joe was fully hard and his cock shining with spit, he flipped my boy over the arm of the sofa. He jammed his bare cock without warning into my boy's raw ass. I was mesmerized as I watched Joe's powerful ass ram into my boy's body. I fisted my own cock as I watched Joe pump away. My cock was oozing pre-cum as I watched Joe's pace quicken. I crept closer to watch Joe's dick plow my boy bare. All the while, my boy was whimpering, “You gonna breed me, you sick fuck? Gonna give me your load? Gonna fill that hole?” Each time, Joe grunted back, “Fuck yeah, man. Gonna fill you up!” As Joe's pace sped up, his shirt crept higher on his muscled ass revealing a small black tattoo. My heart stopped as I recognized the symbol to mean BIOHAZARD. This hunk fucking my boy's bare ass was POZ! I wanted to cry out to let my boy know the danger he was in, but before I could say anything, Joe threw his head back and growled as he pumped his toxic seed into my boy's bare hole. I was silent until I realized that I had blown my load all over the floor. Joe withdrew his cock with a squishy plop and grabbed the back of my head. He forced my face into the diseased seed leaking from my boy's hole. I couldn't help but lap it up. I was about to swallow when he pulled me to my feet and drove his tongue into my mouth, sucking out and swallowing his own POZ cum. My boy collected himself and asked me if watching him get fucked bare was everything I thought it would be. I gestured to the puddle of my cum on the floor to answer and he dove down to lick it up. Joe excused himself to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and I took the chance to ask my boy if he had seen Joe's tattoo. He told me frankly that he had, and he knew what it meant, and that he was willing to take the risk of POZ seed if that meant he got more loads. I was still trying to process that my boyfriend had been knowingly taking POZ cum in his ass, and was planning on continuing, when I realized that Joe had come back into the room. Joe smirked at my naivety and asked if I was okay with what had just happened. I told him that I knew he was taking loads, but didn't know he was fine taking POZ loads. He told me that it was a natural progression, and taking POZ cock was bound to happen sooner or later if a bottom didn't demand his top use a condom every time. Even though I knew I should be outraged, my cock was telling a different story. I was rock-hard and drooling pre-cum. Joe reached out and stroked my dick, asking if we wanted to hear about a club he was in. My boy and I were all ears. Joe told us that he belonged to the Bare Fuck Club, an exclusive audition-only group of guys who liked to give and take raw loads. Some were POZ, but most were NEG. For these guys, it was about cum, not status. Every member agreed to a no-questions-asked / no-loads-refused policy. My boy was panting at the thought of being in such a club. He asked Joe what the audition entailed. Joe said he would put us in touch with the audition committee and they would be in touch. A few days later, we were sitting together in our living room, waiting for two strangers to come over and meet with us. I knew from their message that at least one of us would have POZ seed in our holes before the night was through. To be continued...

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.

Moderator's Note: The first couple of pages of this story don't have chasing in them. It only starts near the end. I've been lurking on here for a while and decided to post about my experiences slowly progressing from a safe sex only guy to a bareback slut. I don't know how many of these stories I'll post, but if y'all like them, I'll post more. I grew up in the late 80s/early 90s in New York. In my brain back then, everyone who was gay died. I tried hard to hide my sexuality. When I would lapse and mess around with a guy, it was only oral and making out. I never swallowed cum and always felt guilty afterward. Eventually Aaron, a neighbor boy, and I started trying to fuck. It hurt and we stopped most times, until one night in a not yet developed part of his subdivision he fucked me. It was safe that time and every time he fucked me after. I'd always feel guilty after Aaron and I messed around, but we always did it again until I graduated from high school. After that, we only saw each other when I was home from college. Aaron is another story. My freshman year, I didn't really fool around with guys much. I joined a fraternity, dated girls, drank and partied. In was my sophomore year when I met my first boyfriend. He was a medical student, 4 years older than me, at 23. He always topped me and he always used protection. I was also not really satisfied with our sex, but I was in love. That is, until we broke up about a year after we started dating. It was my junior year and I moved out of the fraternity house spring semester because I was tired of having a roommate. I moved in with a straight guy and finally had my own room. I hooked up with a bunch of guys and was learning to top as well as bottom. I was having a blast. I was still all about using condoms every time I fucked back then. I was very serious about only playing safe. Then I turned 21 and my friends and I started going to the gay bars to dance and drink. It's here that I should say I was 6'2", blonde, blue eyes, 185 lbs with a 30" waist and a 7.5"cut cock. I became really popular at the bars, not that I thought anything of it. I would hookup with guys and still always used protection, but the more I drank the more likely I was to get fucked that night by a guy I had just met - white, black, latino, asian, didn't matter as long as they were young and hot. One night, I was dancing on the box in jeans and a pretty tight fraternity t-shirt and this guy got on the box with me and we started grinding. We kissed and went to get a drink. We ran into friends and I learned this guy's name was Matt. We had a few drinks, danced some more, and I could feel his dick getting hard as he was grinding my ass. He said let's have another drink and talk. We went off and talked and drank some more and he turned out to be a really cool guy. Unfortunately, he wasn't a local. He was in town for work and staying with a friend for the weekend. After a while, he kissed me and his hand slipped into my pants and grabbed my ass. We made out at the bar like that for a while and then he pushed me into a darker corner and slipped his hand down the back of my pants and underwear and rubbed my hole. I moaned and I kissed him hard and asked if he wanted to get out of there. We left and went back to his friend's place a few blocks away. He had me naked as soon as we were in the door. I didn't even know if his friend was home, but I was naked and sucking Matt's cock in the living room of this apartment. He was hard and I was getting his cock wet as fuck. I wanted to make him feel good more than anything in that moment. He took his shirt off and then as he got the rest of his clothes off he told me to turn around. I got on all 4s and he ate my ass. No one had ever done that before. I was in heaven. I was moaning and pushing my ass back on Matt's tongue. He ate my ass for about 10 minutes and then he turned me over and we made out and I could taste myself on him. It was so hot. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we must've made out for 20 minutes or more. It felt like forever and I was so into it. The whole time his cock was rubbing in my ass crack and poking at my hole. I knew we should stop and get a condom but I was so turned on and I figured we wouldn't fuck yet. His cock felt so good on my ass that a spread my legs more and just then his cock slipped in my ass about halfway. I was shocked and so was he. We hadn't used any lube and he wasn't trying to penetrate me yet, but there was his cock in my ass bareback. It felt so good. I grabbed his ass and as he looked into my eyes questioningly, I said, "Don't stop. Fuck me." He started to rock his bare cock in and out of my ass. I loved it. No cock had ever felt this good in my ass, On the floor on this random guy's friend's apartment, I was getting barebacked and I loved it. I thought about stopping but I didn't want to. I knew it was dangerous, but it felt so great that I just kept kissing him and saying "Fuck Me." It didn't take long before I felt him getting close to cumming. He started tensing up and I slid my hands down his back and grabbed his ass hard. He looked at me as said, "I'm going to cum in your ass." I said, "Do it. Cum in me." and I pulled him into me as he shot his cum in my ass. I'd never felt anything like it. It felt so good that I came right after he shot his load in me. He said, "Wow that was so hot.' and he slipped his cock out of my ass. He said, let's take a shower and we did. In the shower he said, "I never thought you'd take get fucked bareback. You seem like such a good boy." I told him that was my first time bareback and he got hard immediately. He asked if I wanted his bare cock in me again. I just leaned against the shower wall and spread my legs. He lined up his cock and for the second time ever, I let a cock in me without a condom. He fucked me there until the water got cold and then we went out to the couch in the living room. He slid his bare cock in me again fucked me on the couch on the living room eight next to my jeans where I knew I had a condom in the pocket. I didn't want the condom though. I just was his bare cock. I was on all 4s and he was behind me. He was getting close again and I was jerking my cock. It's then that he said, "Tell me you want my cum." I heard a noise, but was so into getting fucked that I just said loudly, "Cum in my ass." He blew his load into my ass. I was so turned on that I was in a haze. I had just let a dude cum in me again and I loved it. After a few seconds, we looked up and there was his friend who had just seen me getting fucked and heard me begging for cum. He smiled and said, "Glad you're having fun Matt." I was so embarrassed. Matt was too, but less so than me. Matt and I slept together that night for a bit, but I couldn't sleep knowing what I'd just done and been seen doing. I left Matt my phone number and left for my own apartment. I was really freaked out, but that night and for almost a month I jerked off remembering Matt fucking me bareback and cumming in my ass. I told myself I wouldn't fuck again without condoms, but part of me knew that wasn't true.

Freeing Kenny My son Kenny turned 18 today, he came into the world when I was 15. His Mom left me when he was two because I came out to her. Since then Kenny has been my son and best friend. He came out to me when he was 13. I was never afraid to talk to him about sex, or have sex with him in the house. When he was 16 I came down with a bad case of the flu. Turns out it was the fuck flu, and I had converted. I talked to Kenny about. During our talk, he aired his fears of converting and why he hasn’t had any sex yet, not even jacking off with another guy. He also said in some ways he’d just like to convert, get it over with, so he could feel free to have sex anytime he wanted, he didn’t like the feel of a condom as he tried jacking off with one on a few times. We still talked off and on about this, so I knew even now he still has never had sex. During one such talk, he let slip if he were to lose his virginity he’d want to lose it to someone as good looking as me. I knew my son liked how I looked, as he openly looked at me whenever I was naked. With two guys alone in a house, we weren’t bashful. We see each other everyday naked, and many times hard. I’ve seen him so hard looking at me, he was even leaking precum like a faucet. At 33, I still had a 32 waist and 38 chest on my six foot frame. My chest was covered in short dense hair, with a good fuzzy ass in the rear. My uncut cock still would go hard at the drop of a hat, even on the meds. My son was just like his old man, just a little shorter and less hair. He was growing his hair though and would be just like dear old Dad. I loved to see that dimpled ass with the fine hair dusting sprouting out of his crack, and how his foreskin kept his head all covered, helping to funnel that precum stream. Kenny during our talks still was thinking he just wanted to get it over with and convert to poz, but was scared of it, but he was getting more and more horny and wanting sex. It was after the last talk 2 months ago, I decided on the perfect gift for his eighteenth birthday. I began collecting a few things for the important day. The day came, and I woke up early, purposely not putting any clothes on. I brought the little gifts out to get things ready. One was a little blue pill, which I crushed up and mixed into Kenny’s favorite pancake recipe. Put together some mimosas on the table, adding a little extra liquid to Kenny’s which will help the teen be a little more horny. Then lastly mixed in some white powder into some of his favorite bottle of lube. Lastly his little gift was ready and been waiting for a week building up, actually it had been building up over the last two months while I went on a certain type vacation. Time to wake up the birthday boy, soon to be birthday man. I walked back up stairs and down the opposite side of the hall. My son’s door was open, which was not unusual, it was just us guys here. I quietly walked into his room. He was sound asleep on his back, arms up and over his head, showing off his hairy pits. Yes, just like me. His body hair is coming in just like mine did. Look at that beautiful hair pattern emerging on his chest. A bush of hair blossoming between his pectorals and starting to spread out, and that nice dense rings of hair around those big suckable nipples. The treasure trail already growing up to meet his pectorals and spreading out on his abs. Then there’s that beautiful uncut cock, hard as a rock all nestled in that bush of pubes. Seeing my boy this way made me chub up a little. I leaned over intending to whisper in his ear to wake him, but as I neared him, I had to sniff those exposed pits. With his hair tickling my nose, I inhaled, and what a wonderful smell. All male hormones, all man. I reached over to his chest, and ran my hand over that patch of hair on to his pec, slowly rubbing his chest. I then lightly kissed his forehead. “Kenny, wake up buddy. Hey Kenny, wake up.” While saying this I continued to rub his chest. Kenny moaned a little sleepy moan of waking. “Come on bud, time to get up.” As Kenny opened his eyes, he saw his Dad over him. He looked him in the eyes, and gave a sleepy smile. “Happy Birthday my special buddy boy.” I leaned in and gave my son a kiss on the lips. I think my son wasn’t completely awake, and surprised enough that he kissed back a little harder than he usually did. “Time to get up, bud. Well, looks like someone is up already. So lets say time to get out of bed.” I laughed as my son blushed a little. I stood up, and my son’s eyes got a little bigger as he noticed I was naked, and more than a little chubbed up myself. “What’s up with being naked Dad?” Kenny then yawned, “Not that I mind, I love seeing you naked.” Then he blushed. “Sorry Dad, I’m still waking up.” “Just didn’t feel like getting dressed, and I know you like seeing me in the buff, its your birthday so look all you want. I’ve known for sometime you look at me, I like looking at you too. Why don’t we have a naked day together today to celebrate your birthday. I’ve got your favorite breakfast going downstairs.” Kenny sat up in his bed, I pulled him up out of bed into my arms and big hug. I could feel his hard cock against mine. I rubbed his back a little as we hugged. I ran my hand lightly towards Kenny ass, and as I just touched the top of his ass, he jumped up into my arms and wrapped his legs around me like he did where he was a kid, and buried his face into my neck and ear. But unlike when he was a kid, this was a young man who was heavier, so I had to hold him with both hands under his ass, and felt those firm gluten and the starting of a fuzzy butt. “I love you Dad, so much.” “I love you too bud.” I kissed his ear, Kenny then leaned back and kissed my fully on the lips hard. This made both our cocks jump, his against my stomach and mine bumping his butt check. “Come on bud, lets go eat.” We ate our pancakes and had our mimosas. Kenny was getting a looser and looser with his talking. I “accidently” dropped my napkin, so I could take a look under the table at his cock. Which was hard and lightly throbbing, with just a little trickle of a precum peeking out of his foreskin. My own cock was really starting to stoke up as well, as the little blue pill was starting to hit me as well. “Dad, I’m really liking this being naked with you. It just feels so good. But its making be horny as hell.” “You sure its not because your body is telling you its tired of being in its virgin state.” “That too. But I’m sitting here across from one of the hottest men around. Oh fuck, sorry Dad, I don’t know what’s up with me today.” “Its okay Buddy, I feel the same. Your a hot man too, and really a man today. Let’s take the drinks into the study, and lay back on the lounge, relax and talk. Figure out a gift for you.” “Um, well, yeah I’d like that, but, um well, I’m having a little, um, problem. I’m like really horny, um, yea.” I grinned inside, the little treatment to his drink must be working now as well. “Hey man, I’ve seen you with a blazing hard on, so no worries. I’m running hard as well. Tell you what I’ll get up first, and get us some more drinks for the lounge.” I fit my actions to my words, and got up showing off my hard cock. I heard a whispered, “oh fuck” from Kenny’s direction. Kenny then got up, and walked off to the study with his hard on pointing the way, bouncing up and down, and side to side, leaving a little dribble of clear liquid here and there. I went over to the counter and grabbed the bottles of orange juice and champagne, as well as the little hidden bottle. I poured just a little dribble of the clear liquid to Kenny’s glass, and then mixed up more mimosa into each glass. The touch more of clear liquid should give Kenny’s body just that little more push to rampant horny stud he needed to be. “Here we go bud, a little more bubbly. I have a little surprise for you as well. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” As Kenny sipped more of his treated drink, I grabbed a little box out of my desk, and pulled out a joint. “I’ve been waiting for the day to share a joint with my best bud. I know you’ve never done this, but I think its “high” time you did.” Which brought out a giggle from Kenny. “I’ll take the first hit, watch what I do.” I light the end and inhaled as fully as I could and held the smoke, than let it out. “Your turn. Inhale as much as you can and hold as long as you can.” Kenny took ahold of the joint, and inhaled hard, and held his breath, trying not to cough, then let it out. Coughing just a little. He than drank down some more of his drink. “Good job buddy. I’ll go again. Lets do something special this time. I’m going to put my mouth against yours, and exhale into your mouth. So you inhale when I do that.” “Ok Dad.” He was already a little glassy eyed from the one hit and the little treatment to his drink, and his cock gave a little throb. I inhaled a larger hit than before and held it while I leaned into my son, he immediately moved his mouth to me, when our lips met, he opened up and I exhaled all the smoke into him as he inhaled. As he was inhaling, I lightly stroked his tongue with mine just for a second. We parted our lips and I handed him the joint. This was really good weed, extra good. There was another real good hit left for him to take. He put the joint to his lips and inhaled deeply, and held the smoke a good amount of time before exhaling, and didn’t cough. I took the joint from him, and put it out in the tray. While I did this, Kenny downed the last of his mimosa. I sat back and put my arm behind Kenny, and he sat back into arm. I pulled him to me a little, feeling his bare side touching mine. “I’ve missed sitting like this Dad, thank you.” I leaned over and kissed his forehead. Kenny pushed into that kiss. I could tell the drugs were starting to take there effect on him. “I like this too. Its been awhile since we’ve cuddled a little. You always liked to cuddle didn’t you. You were always good at cuddling.” “I always loved cuddling with you.” He than reached over to my chest with his hand and was running his hand over my chest hair, “Cuddling with you was better than my bear, you have such nice hair on your chest.” Kenny got up into my lap like he did has a little boy, but he was no longer a little boy. He was a man, and a man feeling horny for sure. I felt his ass on my cock as he settled into my lap, and he put his head on my chest. “Dad, can you hold me? I love feeling your naked body against mine. I think I’ve wanted, needed this, to be like this in your arms.” “Sure buddy, I’ll hold you. It does feel good to be naked together doesn’t it.” I pulled him tightly to me, feeling his breath moving my chest hairs, and his ass rubbing against my cock. Kenny was rubbing his check against my hairy pec, and against my nipple. “Dad, why am I so scared about having sex, I’m so horny so often, I don’t know what to do.” “Buddy, son, there’s nothing to be scared about sex. It should feel good, and be fun. Your horny so much, probably because its your body telling you its time.” “Can you show me some, Dad. Can you show me some of what men can do together, for my birthday?” Kenny turned a little in my lap, and wrapped his legs around my waist. My hard cock’s was pushing up against his anal valley, and his hard cock was poking my stomach. His warm breath in my face. I reached up and behind him and pulled his face to mine had began to kiss him hard. His mouth opened to mine, and I stuck my tongue into his mouth to which he promptly began to suck on my tongue and moan. I picked up my son, and laid him back on on the lounge couch. Meshing our hard cocks together, our precum mixing together on our meshed bellies. My hairy chest rubbing against his chest. I broke our kiss a little. Kenny whispered, “Fuck Dad, I love feeling your cock against mine. Oh fuck, Dad, I like this, but it scares me, help me, show me how not to be scared.” I kissed him hard, and then started licking down his neck to his chest. Feeling that hairy patch between his pecs on my cheeks. I licked over to his right nipple and lightly ran my tongue over the tip, and then lightly bite his nipple. This elicited a loud moan from Kenny. I continued to lick down his body, feeling his muscles with my tongue. As I got to his abs, I could taste the sweet mixture of our combined precum. “Kenny, have you tried your precum yet?” Which he shook his head. “You want to taste our combined precum like I just did? It might help you.” Kenny nodded his head. I collected some of my precum leaking out of my stretched foreskin, as my son watched. Then with the same finger collected some of Kenny’s off his long foreskin. “Here son, don’t be scared, try our precum, taste how sweet it is, you’ll love it.” Kenny leaned up and sucked my finger into his mouth, and moaned. While he was savoring the taste, I leaned down and sucked his hard cock into my mouth, sticking my tongue into his foreskin, tasting that sweet teen neg clear liquid. Oh how sweet it was. “Oh fuck, Dad, oh fuck, I love it. Oh shit.” Kenny then shot a huge glob of precum in my mouth. I came off his cock, and started licking down his balls, and the while lifting his legs up. Teasing and nibbling his hairy taint, then run my tongue against his asshole. His ass started contracting and kissing my tongue with his ass lips. I pushed his legs further towards his chest, and put my hands on his ass cheeks. Pulling them apart and seeing that beautiful hair butt hole, kissing the air. I dove with my tongue into that ass. Kenny moaning louder and louder, as my tongue was relaxing his hole. “Oh fuck, oh my god. Dad, oh fuck.” Suddenly his ass blossomed, and my tongue went right into him. As he was squirming and moaning, I reached to the side where I put the treated lube. “You like that son? You want to try my finger, get and idea what being fucked is like?” “Daddy, will you? Can you, please?” I opened the lube, and with one hand pulled his hole a little, and but the lube bottle opening right against that open butt hole. I squeeze and glob, which caused some to squirt inside, and then dribble out. I clicked the lube shut, and collected the leaking lube up off his ass with my finger, and slowly started to insert into Kenny. Feeling that tight opening gripping my finger, and then the furnace of inside surrounding my finger. I began running my finger around inside his ass, spreading that treated lube. In a little bit that treatment should start making his ass real hungry. “Oh fuck, Daddy, Daddy that feels so good. OH OH SHIT, that makes me want to cum.”, Kenny screamed as my finger pressed against his prostate. I pulled my finger out, and Kenny moaned. I picked up the lube again, and put it back against his now more opened hole, and squirted more treated lube into him. Collecting the dribble with two fingers, and ran two fingers into his ass. Moving my fingers around, rubbing the lube into his ass walls all around. I pulled my fingers out, and put his legs down, around me. I then reached over to where the lube had be sitting, and grabbed one more joint. This joint was treated the same. I lit the joint and inhaled, holding the smoke in, I leaned down towards my son, and he knew what was happening and leaned up, our open lips coming together. I exhaled into him, and he inhaled. Once he exhaled, I put the lit joint against his lips. “Inhale real hard and as long as you can, and hold it.” Kenny did, and then I put my mouth against his, and he exhaled into me. I put the joint against his lips again, “One more time sweetie, take that last hit.” After he exhaled into my mouth, and deeply kissed him, and rubbed my hand around his chest, and tweeting his nipples one at a time. We kissed for a few minutes, which he began moaning. When I broke the kiss, I saw his eyes were just ever so slightly glassy. The drugs have to be kicking in now. “Is this what you had in mind for your gift?” “Yes, Daddy. But I’m still a little scared, can you help me not be scared about sex. I want it, this is making more horny. My ass has an itch inside, and really think I need your fingers back in me.” I reached down between his legs, and sort of teased his hole with my finger tip. “Well, sweetie, I can only think of one way to help you not be so scared and help with the horny itch. You may get the ultimate gift though if we do that. Do you want my cock in you, you want my gift?” “Daddy, please, my ass is needing you. Please, I think I gotta have your cock in me.” “Do you want my gift too? You want to be sure to get my ultimate gift, that will help you not be scared of sex anymore?” “Yes Daddy, I need your gift. I want to love sex. Help me with the gift.” I reached over to the little table where everything was, and grabbed the bottle of poppers and my old toothbrush. My son was watching me lube up the toothbrush, and when I ran my leaking cock all over the toothbrush’s bristles, getting a huge amount of precum all over the brush head. “Open that bottle and when I say ‘now’, I want you to inhale.” Kenny nodded his head “Now left your legs up to your chest and reach around your legs to hold them up and be ready with the bottle.” I watched as his beautiful fuzzy asshole came into sight. It was winking open and shut at me so nicely. I placed the brush against his fuzzy hole, just as I started to push in I said, “Now”. Kenny inhaled the poppers, as I inserted the brush into his ass. I left it inside him a moment. I reached up and took the poppers from him. I began twisting the brush in a circles, at the same time moving slightly in and out of his ass, giving his ass a good brushing all over inside. Kenny was moaning and groaning. “You okay son, this will help your body receive and accept my gift so much better.” “Oh fuck, Daddy, it feels so funny, it sort of feels good, sort of hurts. Oh fuck, I really need something bigger, its not helping the itch much.” I pulled the brush out, and saw it was very much towards reddish pink. “I think your ready.” “Oh fuck, my ass is tingly, oh fuck I need you in me now, please.” I leaned over him, and he watched me put my heavily leaking cock towards his open ass. I felt my cock kiss his open hole. As his hole held my cock there, I leaned into kiss him, which as we kissed my cock slide into him. Both of moaning as I pushed all the way into him and bottomed out, my balls against his ass. “I’m in you son, you feel me in you?” “Oh Daddy, Daddy, I feel you. I can feel your cock beating inside me. Oh please fuck me.” I started moving my cock slowly out of his ass, and just as I felt I was reaching his opening, slowly moved back into him. Shit, I wasn’t going to last long. Not cumming for so long was taking a toll on me, I needed to cum soon. “Daddy, Daddy, oh fuck me. I feel like I’m going to explode soon. My ass is on fire, and my cock is on fire. Oh fuck, Daddy.” Slowly in, Slowly out. I loved this boy, I wanted him to love sex, I wanted him to want sex. He was moaning so loud now. “Son, sweetie, I’m about to cum. Do you want my ultimate gift, you want my Poz gift?” “Daddy, I want your cum. I don’t want this fear anymore, I want your Poz gift. Give it to me.” He reached down and grabbed my hairy ass cheeks, and almost was helping my hump him. But I wasn’t going to go faster. “Oh fuck, sweetie. I’m going to cum inside you. I’m going to give you my gift, NOW.” I started shooting my pent up load deeply into my boy. All the while thinking how I was probably impregnating him with my virus. Kenny was moaning loudly, and thrashing, and I felt a large wetness building up between us. When I looked between us, I saw his cock firing jets of cum, almost in time with my jets. We both came down from our orgasms. Keeping my cock inside him, I helped move him on my cock so I could be behind him. Now holding him spooned in my arms, my cock still deep inside him, holding my cum inside him. “I love you buddy, Happy Birthday. I hope this is the gift you wanted and needed.”

Every bug chaser remembers the first time they made that fateful decision to knowingly take a poz load, and I'm no exception. It was quite a few years ago now, back when gay.com was still a good way to meet guys for hookups. I had been chatting with this one guy for quite some time, on and off. I still remember his profile name: Big N8R. His name was (you guessed it) Nate. And Nate had an 8 incher with a PA, so you can pretty much figure out why I kept talking to him. The only wrench? Big N8R was HIV positive. We flirted back and forth whenever we saw each other on, but I could never pull the trigger. I mean, he was definitely cute (rough looking, scruffy goatee, full sleeve tats) and had a big ol' cock, but he was poz and I didn't know if I was ready for that. Plus Nate made it very clear that he was all about fucking bareback and he didn't like to pull out. Well, one night I was online and had basically been cruising to get my ass fucked all day-- no takers. This left me exceedingly horny and exceedingly frustrated. A dangerous combo, as all you bug chasers know. Add to that I'd had a couple beers so... It was about 1 am and I was itching to get fucked. Some morbid fuckers might say I was "dying" for it. Anyway, Nate's online, so you can figure out what happened next: Me: Dude, I'm so horny! I really need dick tonight! Nate: I'd love to help you out, but you know my deal Me: Yeah, I know. And I think I'm ready for it Nate: Um, really? Do you know what you are asking for? Me: I've fantasized about your cock in me for a long time-- I think it's time we fucked. Nate: Ok. Just so we're clear-- I'm Poz. And I fuck bare. And I don't like to pull out. Me: Yeah. Um, if I asked you to pull out-- would you? Nate: well.... for you? Yeah. But I don't make a habit out of it. and I don't think you'll want me to Me: I really want to try this Nate: You sure? point of no return you know.... Me: Yes. And I texted him my address. He was at my door in 15 minutes, and naked beside my bed in one. First off, let me just say I picked a doozy for my first poz experience. Nate was 6'2", decently in shape (like you could almost see a six pack), tattoos everywhere including full sleeves, and that COCK! His pics didn't do it justice. It was every bit 8 inches, slightly arced downward, and one of those that is big to begin with but the middle is even fatter. And at the tip gleamed a huge PA. Turns out he had a 2 gauge in. Holy fuck. Secondly, let me just say I was nervous as fuck. You bug chasers can relate to this. I was standing on the edge of a precipice and just like Nate said-- point of no return. I knew I was about to "knowingly" take an HIV positive load in my ass. From a cock with a PA. The chances of infection would be high. The danger of the situation was intoxicating, but the implications were daunting. My stomach was in chaotic knots while I looked at his stiffening cock. My body was in a war with itself. My ass wanted that cock. My stomach was conflicted. My mind was screaming not to do this as it was too risky. And my cock was thickening at the sight of him. You can guess which side won in the end. Nate said, "You ready?" And I told him I was really nervous about the whole thing. He told me to just relax and that he really would pull out or stop any time if I asked him to. And with that, I dropped to my knees and started trying to suck his cock. I don't like trying to suck cocks with PAs as the metal clinks against my teeth and it's really jarring. So we only did this for awhile as I was very clumsy at it. Plus he didn't need any motivation for the main event as he was already drooling precum. Nate hoisted me up by my armpits and pushed me back onto the bed. "You don't need to suck me anymore cuz I'm just here for this sweet ass." He pushed my legs high and dove his tongue into my crack. And damn he knew what he was doing! Within 5 minutes he had be begging for that cock. I was on my back at the edge of my bed (it was a taller bed-- perfect height for a top standing and fucking me while I reclined) and he grabbed the gun oil. He lubed that big cock of his while staring into my eyes. "Last chance," he said. At this point I just grabbed behind my knees and opened my ass for him as a reply. The entry was excruciating. I had only been fucked by a guy with a PA once before, and it was a much smaller gauge. Feeling all that cool metal at my hole made my pucker seize up, and Nate basically had to force his cock inside me. "Fuck you're tight! Just relax, baby. You're gonna need to relax to take the fucking I'm about to throw. Oh, and by the way? It takes me forever to cum." I will say that Nate wasn't really out to hurt me-- at least at the beginning. He worked his cock in slowly (once that head and PA got past my ring) and bottomed out inside and left it there for a minute or two so I could get used to his size. He rocked gently side to side, helping me open up. And little by little, I did. He started slowly withdrawing and then pushing back inside. I could feel the PA shifting and moving inside me with every slow thrust. In my mind, I knew it was dragging across my intestines, possibly doing damage and putting microtears in the lining where the infection could enter my bloodstream. This made my stomach knot even more, but again, the sexy danger of it all gave me a raging boner which acted as a handle for Nate. "Looks like someone's enjoying this cock," he said with a smirk. "Oh my god! My ass is so FULL! I've never had this much cock in me-- And that PA! I can feel it moving inside me-- it's incredible. Don't stop fucking me, Please?" I begged. That's when Nate knew he had his victim. The more Nate fucked, the more into it I got. The idea of his cock being positive was fading into the background as the intensity of the fuck filled all of my present thoughts. I became a bottom machine on a mission-- to take his cock and load. Before long I was grabbing the edge of the bed and bucking my ass into his cock to force him as deeply into me as he could go. His PA was breaching my second ring at this point and the pleasure/pain was indescribable. You know, that painful punch deep in your guts but once the cock goes inside it's like the gates of heaven open up and choirs of angels are singing. True to his word, it took Nate a long time to cum. He probably fucked me for an hour solid-- and I was almost swallowing my tongue with the pleasure. By the end, he had my ankles in his hands and was completely withdrawing his cock and ramming it all the way back in to the hilt. Again and again and again. The PA just ripping past my sphincter like it was tissue paper. My poor neighbors! I know I was getting loud, but I didn't care. I was speaking in tongues and begging for him to cum. And begging for him to never stop fucking me. And begging for more and harder and deeper and whatever else I could beg for. I remember Nate finally looking down at me and into my eyes, and he got this almost quizzical look on his face... and then he rammed all the way inside me, as deep as he could go and he held it there. He froze in place, body tensed, not breathing. And then I felt the throb. His cock head was throbbing out that poz load deep into my guts-- well up into my abused second ring. Nate just kept looking into my eyes as his cock shot jet after jet of dick poison into me. I found I wasn't breathing or moving either. I was just as frozen as he was-- letting him plant this toxic seed inside my guts. When his orgasm subsided, we finally came back to ourselves. He was still buried in me, and he grabbed my precum leaking cock and he started to jack me off-- slowly. He timed the strokes on my dick with slow, short strokes of his cock in my ass. I was already near the edge, so it only took an agonizing minute before I felt my load boil out of my nuts and shoot all over my belly. He scooped up my neg load and ate it greedily. And then he ever-so-slowly pulled his softening cock out of my clenched hole. The PA was the last to pop out, and it was like my hole didn't want to let it go. We still hadn't spoken a word at this point, and we both crawled up onto my bed and lay side by side. Finally he broke the silence. "You ok?" He asked. "Yeah, I think so. Um, you didn't warn me when you were going to cum so I could have had you pull out...." "Would you have asked me to?" he inquired. "No. But if I had, would you have pulled out?" I asked back. "Honestly? No. It would have been like stopping an avalanche." We lay in silence a while longer. Then he got up and began to get dressed. "So that was your first poz load, huh? How are you feeling?" "Ok. A bit conflicted now that its over. But also turned on. And ashamed. And I feel stupid. And exhilarated. Lots of things." "Yeah," he said as he was at the door and ready to go, "Everyone remembers their first charged load."

The Stealth Bomber, Episode 1: Welcome to the Poz Team– Carl, Chris, Concierge in Denver, Curtis, the names in my ‘C’ column go on. I have tracked my victims from day one. While faces and asses have blurred over the years, their names/reference are logged, not one is lost, and my little trophy from each kill is put away with great care. My name, well my name changes and often, in person and online, I am always someone new, but someone new with the same goal, stealth bombing negative ass, turning unsuspecting bottoms and those who play at being a bottom into nasty, infected, viral filled cunts! In my mind I do call myself the Stealth Bomber, so that will work *Author’s note: The Stealth Bomber series is based on the real life of adventures of a fuck buddy of mine and is written in his honor and the work he does breeding ass. The stories are written from his perspective. Names and some details have been changed to protect the guilty, the innocent, and the just plain stupid. I have been lucky enough to take a number of his infected loads and hope you are someday too!* A little about me. I am in that sweet spot age of early 30s, so not too old for the young 20 somethings, and young enough for the 40 somethings to make them think they scored a sweet deal. I don’t have model looks, but men and women often admire me. I have a good job, a nice dick that is almost 9 inches, and nice thickness, and my best asset is my cum – thick, heavy loads that stick like oatmeal and I can cum 4 or 5 times in a row, each load as big and thick as the last – perfect for those cum hounds who beg for more! As the Stealth Bomber I plan to infect as many asses as I can, not just because I want to, I NEED TO INFECT AND BREED! It’s like needing to breathe for me. I need ass and only truly enjoy my orgasm when I know the hole riding me is negative. Do I fuck poz asses? Sure and I enjoy it, but the thrill of the chase, the satisfaction of conquering, and the twisted joy I get from stealth fucking is a whole other level. Let me tell you about my latest, Craigslist #67. Here was his post: Wanna breed a neg bbottom? - 30 (DC) - Neg bottom here. Turned on by the idea of getting pounded by a raw cock bb. Love aggressive dom types but not a must. I had not cummed in a couple days and my need was growing. I could get ass anyplace, but I wanted neg ass, ass to infect and this one sounded just right. I sent him an email with the usual sales pitch, told him how much I would enjoy being the dom top he needed, it had been so long since I had fucked anyone, and lie lie lie lie. He hit me back within minutes, we exchanged pics, he told me he wanted my dick so bad then said, “I’m neg/ddf, you? because I like to know, too many HIV+ guys out there.” Of course I told him I was neg too and it was hard for me to cum with a condom, so great to find a bottom who was neg I could play with and without further question he emailed me his address and asked me how I wanted him. Bent over by the door, ass lubed, ready for me I replied and was on my way. The buzzer in the old building sounded like a Ford truck on its last leg. I punched in the code, was buzzed in, made my way up and found the door to the apartment slightly ajar. With my left hand I pushed the door open, the light from the hall illuminating the white ass bent over and waiting for me, just like I like it! I stepped into the hall, closed the door and ran my hands up and down his negative ass – well neg for the moment. The bottom had one hand on the wall and the other was holding a bottle of poppers up under his nose sniffing like it was his last breath in a caved in coal mine. Just fine by me. I stroked his ass as I reassured him, “It is so good to find someone else who is negative. It has been so long, and I just cannot cum with a condom on, so I know I will enjoy this!” The bottom just mumbled into the poppers bottle and frankly I could give a fuck what he had to say. As he inhaled the poppers I dropped my jeans, made sure my cock ring from Fort Troff was on nice and snug (love those new thick ones they have), and with my left hand pulled out my cotton square. You see, I need a little souvenir from each stealth fuck, a reminder and evidence of my dirty deed and thank God for CVS and their cheap ass shit. I get like 100 cotton squares for a couple bucks and they are just the perfect size for my treasure chest. Anyways, I picked up the bottle of lube he had sitting by his feet and with my right hand began to work my index finger up his tight puckered hole. He immediately jumped, pranced, and did the two-step, but with my left hand held him still and continued to finger his ass. Like most bottoms he did not even flinch as my nail began to dig into his ass walls. While some guys leave one finger nail extra long to snort some lines, I leave my right index fingernail sharpened just right so that as I finger a dumb fuck’s cunt, I make sure to scratch and claw and tear his tender little hole so my cum can burrow in deep and infect him good. I continued to finger him as the clueless bottom started to buck and push back all the while telling him how nice his negative ass felt. It took only just a minute for me to see the bright red trails of blood when I wiped my finger on the cotton square – perfect!! I put the cotton square in my pocket, worked his hole a couple more times, and then bent over and began to lick at his ass. OH THE TASTE OF A RAW HOLE, TORN AND READY TO BE INFECTED! There is nothing like it. While I could eat a tangy ass for hours, I NEEDED to infect him, and so reluctantly pulled back, lined up my now dripping dick with his ass, and began to gently push my head against his now red slicked and winking hole. Every bottom is like a new horse. You have to gauge their reaction and willingness to submit and this one was ready for anything, so as soon as my head had pushed a little into his hole and he started to push back, I grabbed his hips and went balls deep. The bitch bottom arched his back, the muscles in his neck strained as he gasped, his fingers clawing the sheet rock of the wall as his left hand slung the bottle of poppers back under his nose as he sniffed and snorted and grunted. I let him feel my dick spread him open, and once the poppers started their magic, his ass ring began to relax and I was able to get to work. While I can take hours to cum if I wanted to, I just needed to infect, so this was a slam, bam, fuck. The dumb ass bottom grunted, moaned, and mumbled as I grabbed his hips and fucked him deep and hard. His hole got wet and sloppy quick, so I knew my fingernail had set the stage for a grand finale. “Oh, you got such a good ass, the best I have ever felt, you feel so good, want to make love to your hole!!” I murmured and he replied with more moans and gave his ass fully to me. They all want to feel special, cared about, loved if you will. Fuck that, they are just worthless pieces of ass for my pleasure! My balls pulled high and tight, my dick began to tingle, my whole body began to tense as my cum quickly moved up and stationed itself, ready to breed and infect its next target. The bottom was practically drooling now as he had bent completely over giving me full and deep access to his negative hole. Nothing like a cum whore to get me off, so I rewarded his gratitude and pulled him close to me as my dick head edged his ass walls and I began to plant my seed in him. “You want me to cum? Oh you have me so close? Want me to pull out? Please let me cum, please!” I begged, and of course he said yes, but it was already too late, I had already let loose my first load and there is nothing that gets me hotter than fucking an ass that I have already bred once. As load number two shot deep, he begged for me and I gave it all to him. I had had enough of this bottom, and it was time to go. All pretense over, I yanked out of his used hole with one tug making him cry out. “Oh I am so sorry, are you OK?” I asked with feigned care and concern as I rubbed his ass cheek with my left hand. With my right hand I pulled the cotton square out of my shirt pocket and wiped it up and down his crack, inserting it in his torn hole and reveled in the glorious site of blood and my cum as I pulled it back out, carefully folded it, placed it back into my shirt, pulled up my pants, told him how much I hoped we could do this again and let myself out. As the elevator doors closed behind me I studied my latest treasure chest addition. It was soaked pretty good, deep red, the edges a light pink, and was literally sopping. YES! Another successful breeding and I was sure my charged up load would be with this one forever. As soon as I got home I carefully attached my bloody and cum soaked cotton square to an index card, noted the date and other information, and filed it in my treasure chest. I then got online and sent him an email, thanking him for a great time, reinforcing how nice it is to meet a negative bottom, and that I hoped to see him again soon. He immediately hit me back asking when. Little did he know, I had no desire to fuck him again, he was done and was now part of the other team – POZ! In about two weeks I would email him, accuse him of infecting me, and refer him to Ernest at the local HIV clinic for testing. Little did he know I fucked Ernest raw at least twice a week. By day Ernest preached safe sex and played the good little clean queen, but by night he was my cum slut who wanted nothing more than my poz load in his ass. Stay tuned for more adventures – would Ernest tell a neg bottom he is poz just for me to use? Where is my next victim found?

I have lived a very fortunate life. I came into enough money to live more than comfortably and decided I wanted to live in a fantasy so to speak. So I moved to a new town, got a big place, and got me a few house boys. I knew what kind I wanted, or at least I thought I did. After many interviews I found 3 that were very much to my liking. Luke is a short built blonde firecracker. He’s got a great laugh and a seriously kinky side. He loves to cook so he’s the butler, cook, and personal trainer. Next was Gabe. I usually don’t like the younger thinner set but he was too sweet and willing to do ANYTHING for the job and for me so I took him on as the cleaning boy. Finally there is Jake. Jake surprised me, I usually don’t find guys taller than me attractive and me being 6’2” I don’t run into them a lot anyway. But Jake is 6’4” and has the shoulders and chest of a god so he was hired. He is my gardener, driver, and mechanic. Each is special in my eye in a different way. I can’t forget the first time I bred each one of them. But those are stories for another day. Today I wanted to write about our latest contest I had with them. First you have to understand I LOVE cum, anyway I can get it, the feel, the taste, just everything about it. I knew it was going to be a rough week at work so I designed a contest for them. I gave them one weekend, from fri night till sun morning to bring me the best hole they could. I didn’t care who fucked them or how many. Whoever brought me the best cum sloppy, sweet tasting, warm, worn hole the way they all know I like it, would win. I promised the winner a good bonus and a small trip just the two of us and sent them on their way. I knew each of them had at least one fuck buddy besides me but wasn’t sure how far they would go. I just knew I love sloppy seconds and was hoping they would surprise me. And they did. I swear I didn’t see much of any of them that weekend. Fri night I had a work dinner and came home and no one was there. I later got a text asking me to join them at a club we sometimes go to. I decided to stay in though. Each of the boys has a room that has access into the house and to the outside so they can come and go as they please. I had a few drinks and went to bed. I figured if any wanted a judging that night they would wake me up. The next morning I woke up and started toward the kitchen. That’s when I heard Gabe getting plowed upstairs, and noticed Luke was walking like he was freshly fucked making breakfast. He always looks hot in the morning, he was standing there in a red tank top showing off all the definition of his chest and arms. I could just make out those rosy nipples that taste so good. The cotton gray pajama pants that hung over his ass just reminded me of those sweet globes and that perfect winking hole I have seen, kissed, and felt the inside of so many times. I asked him “How are you doing this morning? You’re looking a little bow legged.” “I’m fine, just trying to keep it ready for ya.” “Oh, is it ready to be judged?” I said as I felt myself harden in my pants so excited at the idea. “Not yet. I have two more who are supposed to be stopping by this morning. Maybe then you can judge it” Luke said I groaned and rubbed myself. Smiling, he laughed and asked “Would you like a taste, just a preview?” “You know I would.” “Promise it won’t influence your vote? We all promised to play fair on this one and don’t want to be caught cheating,” asked with a smirk. I raised my hand like a boy scout and said “I promise if one of their holes is better I will choose them. Now can I have a taste?” He stuck his hand that wasn’t holding the spatula for the eggs and bacon into his pajama pants for a moment and it came back glistening. Looking like snail slime all over his middle finger. He put it to my mouth. I kept my lips closed for a min so I could smell his ass juice and cum on the finger. I tasted it like it was a fine delicacy. It was sweet and tangy. My mouth followed his finger as he attempted to withdraw himself from my mouth. In fact, I was off my stool and grabbed his waist to prevent his departure. Not to be outdone, before he could stop me. He pushed us together so I couldn’t get his pants down, turned his head and kissed me. Then said “You are always welcome to my hole, you know that, but you have a contest going on and that wouldn’t be fair” I acquiesced and returned to the breakfast bar to await my breakfast. At that moment I heard Gabe’s infamous howl meaning he had been jizzed in and set over the edge himself. We both laughed. “Well he seems to be in the spirit of it” Luke said “Of course. Are you worried?” “Not really, I know I am your ideal type, as long as I can get a lot of good cum in my hole I’ll win” “Oh a bit cocky are we? Don’t rest on your laurels. You always have to watch out for the underdog” “I’m not being cocky, just confident, besides I have an ace up my sleeve I’m not sharing” “How exciting. Have we seen or heard from Jake yet?” “We all went to the club together last night. We kind of split up as the night wore on. I think he may have gone to the bathhouse.” “You have an ace to beat bathhouse used hole?” I laughed “We’ll just have to see won’t we, besides I’m not sure that is where he went, and you know a guy his size is always being begged to be the top in the bathhouse.” “Well he is good at that too.” “Hey, I am too but that’s not the contest. Don’t go changing the rules now.” “No worries about that. I’m looking far to forward to 3 sloppy, tasty holes far too much.” “Good, because I’m making you more than breakfast lol” Luke said as he slide the food in front of me and wiggled his ass at me. “Now if you don’t mind, I have some more mixing and batter making to do before my dish is ready to be served.” And with that off he walked, still with just a bit of the stagger of being freshly fucked. It took everything I had not to tackle him and take that ass. I know what that ass feels like, and how much sweeter it is cum filled. However I resisted. I sat there eating my breakfast hard as a steel girder. When I had finished my omelet I heard Gabe bounding down the stairs to his room. He was wearing a pair of running shorts and no shirt. His body is always a little distracting, He’s got the forever tan Latino beautiful skin. He has the most delicious brown nipples that beg to be tortured and oh how does he love it. “Good morning, David”, Gabe said. “Good morning, boy. Is your friend gone?” Gabe blushed and said “Yes, I sent him on his way, he had donated to my cause and I was through with him. “ “Your vacation cause?” I said laughing “Yes, I don’t want to be left behind” He said sheepishly “You do know we are coming back” I said giggling “Oh I do, but to have to do without you and your cock would make me so sad” he says as he grabs my cock through my pajama pants. “So has either of the other boys turned in their homework yet?” “No, I think they are both still working on it.” “Is there any extra credit if I turn it in early?” “Not neccesarly” “But it’s not gonna hurt me to turn it in early” he says as he bends over the counter next to me. “No, it might help your cause seeing as your brother was in here turning me on making me breakfast, I could really use the chance to get off.” “Good cause the fresh load I have in my ass is begging to be worked in.”He says as he pulls down his shorts. “I even added my own loads to the hole.” I stood and walked over to him, savoring the sight of his round ass. It is almost hairless expect for the crack. As I got closer I felt myself smiling seeing the cleft of his ass sitting there, begging for it. “So how long have you been working on this hole?” I asked as a felt the globes of his ass. “All night sir, I wanted to get it as full and sloppy as possible for you, I was going to go even longer but I’ve come upon a dry spell this morning and wanted to get it to you while it was fresh.” “Well you do know how I like it Gabe” As I parted his cheeks I saw just a hint of shine at the top of his crack. I started to follow it down with my eyes, noticing the mix of cum, sweat, saliva, and ass juice blended together in his crack, covered with the finest of hairs. I was hard as a rock. It took everything I had not to just drive home in one swift motion. But I remembered I was supposed to be judging this and wanted to get all the aspects of this fine specimen. I leaned forward and sniffed it and felt a drop of precum leak out of myself. Running my tongue down around his ass he started to squirm. As I got closer and closer the taste got stronger and stronger. I finally made it to his winking hole and felt the heat coming off his fresh fucked hole. I dove in. He kept squeezing his hole to make sure to keep it in but was moaning so loud from my tongue assault. I am humming in his ass eating his ass like I am a ravenous animal given his favorite dish. Licking, tonguing, chewing, and sucking on that hole for all I was worth, but I could only get a little cum out, he was a skilled boy keeping it in there. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and stood up to drive my meat into that perfect hole. As I stood up Gabe asked me “So how was the taste?” I laughed a bit. “You want judged on the different parts?” “I like to know how I am doing.” “I give it a 7. Perfect taste, Nice and fresh” “Why only a 7?” He says as he is wiggling his ass on my cock. “Because though I can tell that the hole is cum filled, I can always have more cum” As I am thrusting in his crack. Feeling my dick rub his hole over and over. He keeps trying to get it in but I am enjoying his slimed crack. “Come on daddy, my hole feels great and it needs you in it.” At that I knew I was going in on the next stroke, and I did, all the way to the hilt in one stroke. He cried out nice and loud just like I like. I left it in at full dept and felt his hole squirm and stretch as it adjusted to yet another cock in the warm cum cavern. I heard the front door open as he screamed, and then proceeded to thank me and my cock. I saw jake walk in, he looked rough, he was a little dirty and his clothes looked worn. He smiled at me and winked as I was balls deep in Gabe. “I’ll get to you next, Jake.” “Oh I’m not ready yet, Sir” “Sir?” “It’s been a long night of service to get ready for you. But I am not done yet.” “Got it, your brother wanted extra credit for turning in early.” “Did he get some?” “No extra credit, but he is defiantly fresh and going to get it good” at which point Gabe couldn’t handle it any longer and started trying to move all over my cock. But with his jammed between me buried deep and the counter he couldn’t do much but milk my cock in his ass, moan, and groan. Jake laughed and turned to walk away and I noticed his jeans had a hole ripped in the ass and his pants were soaked around that hole. Between Gabe squirming on my cock and the sight of that I felt my dick get even more ridged. I almost blew right there but I knew I wasn’t done. I gave his hole 5 good deep slams and pulled out and dove for that hole before it all leaked out. And was I ever rewareded. I got my face planted in his ass just in time to catch cum running leaking out of his hole. Swallowing and sucking I gathered all the cum I could from that hole. He just kept up his growling and started his pleading to be breed. I stood up and drove back in. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I was way too turned on but was determined to give him a good ride and did. I started thrusting on him and he just got dirty in his talk. He was begging for cum, calling me every name in the book. “My cum channel needs you daddy. Make me yours, load me up. You own this hole no claim it. I wanna feel your morning load coating my ass. I wanna keep it in me forever. Own my ass, tear it up so no one else can use it but you. Deeper, harder, just own it.” After all that talk spewing out of his mouth I just started smacking his ass to feel that muscle squeeze me tight. And when I was finally close enough I bent over his back and grabbed his nips. He needed pain and I needed to feel his ass get as tight as possible. I pinched hard. I tried to rip those bastards off and felt his ass tighten up from the pain just causing him more pain. He cried out. He went rigid which sent me over the edge. I kept thrusting right past his protesting ass and enjoyed the ride. He was screaming in a mix of pain and pleasure. That was it I grunted load and dumped a load in my little houseboy. It felt like it went on for ever. I just kept shooting steam after stream of cum into his ass. And I hadn’t let go of his nips. I had held on for dear life as I jizzed his hole. He let out a scream. This boy always has had jizzjoy. That was that I thought. “Did you jizz the counter Gabe?” I said as I released his nips. He sighed. “No sir, I know better.” “Good boy, damn nice hole” I said as I slipped out of his hole “Thanks Daddy.” “Now get me a sharpie” I smacked his ass to tighten the hole “And keep that cum in” He reached over the counter and produced a sharpie out of the drawer there. I took the black marker and wrote an 8 on his ass. “Of course, nothing makes me happier. How did I do?” “You did great as always and I scored your hole too” “And?” “I wrote it on there at the time of deposit so as not to be skewed. If you wanna find out what it is find a mirror” I said laughing. “Oh and no pants till tomorrow morning and only a jockstrap if you need underwear. I’m going to want to taste that ass later again.” “Got it, Thanks” To be continued

thanks for the follow, man

HOLY FUUUCK...

Need a helping hand, dad?

Love to fuck anon. Climb on a guy in the BH and drop my load; or slip into guys in darkrooms. They can't me, neither can I see them, what they're like, how old etc. To me a hole is a hole; if it is presented I will fuck it.

Not really! Can cope with gono very well.

Job done. Who's next in line?

So I am iat CCBC in Palm Springs for 4 days. I took 4 loads today. 2 of them from a guy from A4A. He messaged me and said he wanted to breed me in the parking lot. He lives nearby I did it and it was hot as fuck. Shot 2 loads in me. BBRT- fucknfeedme

Some freehanded fun... ...perfect muscle control or just horny as fuck?!?

Part VI I was so ashamed of myself for what I had done yesterday, but in telling this guy about it now, with my head down, I could see his cock sticking part way out of his shorts and seemed to be getting longer. My mind just would not focus. They seemed to all be HIV + guys and here I was trying to tell him about my regrets. He seemed to understand. He told me not to worry about it, just let it go as something that had happened on the spur of the moment. What with the heat, the beer and his buddies kind of getting out of control and fucking right there on a blanket on the ground in front of me. He had just been damned horny and I was drunk. He seemed to have an answer to everything I talked about, but I still couldn't look up and look him in the eyes nor take my eyes off of his damn big cock. All at once he kind of scooted towards me and grabbed me in a big hug and told me it would be all right. Don't worry about it so much. It had been great fun for him and his buddies and he knew I had enjoyed it, more because I was drunk than anything else. Nothing more needed to be said. Holding me like he was though and sliding across the seat had slid his shorts up higher and I could feel that big cock against my leg and for some reason I seemed to calm down more. I just let him hold me. I was so tired from no sleep the night before that I kind of spaced out and found my head laying on his shoulder and was almost dozing off as he hugged me and then was rubbing my back a little. My eyes closed for a bit and then jerked open. Man I was tired. He held me a little tighter and just started telling me how great I had felt the day before. His voice was low and soothing and I found myself almost nodding off again on his shoulder. His hug had now progressed to rubbing my back with one hand and my chest with the other. The one on my chest going down onto my stomach too. No sleep always seemed to put me in lala land and I just kind of was floating along. His hand on my front seemed to be rubbing lower and lower till it definitely was hitting the top of my pants and then lower yet and I felt him rub my cock and balls for a second or two. He then removed his hand from me and took one of mine and led it to his cock and for some reason I took ahold of it and found myself slowly stroking it. I felt like I was in a dream or something as he kept up a soothing whispering talk into my ear. I couldn't seem to move away. As I was stroking his ever hardening cock his hand left mine and went to the front of my pants again and started to undo them. His other hand kept up its slow rub of my back as he did this and I felt helpless to move away and really couldn't seem to find the will to. His one hand dipped into my, now open pants, and pulled my cock out and was rubbing it starting to make me get harder and harder. My mind was telling me I needed to wake the hell up and get away but being so tired I couldn't seem to move away at all. I was so tired and must have nodded off again a little. As I came back around again, I noticed his hand that had been caressing my cock had opened up my shirt and was sliding it off of my shoulders and soon it was off and his bare chest was against mine as he leaned in to kiss me and I let him do it. His tongue went deep into my mouth and I found myself returning it. This must be a dream I thought. After a bit, he was pulling me into a standing position and then my pants were being lowered and he was laying me on top of the table. I just went with it and could not put up any resistance at all. Then I was laying flat on my back and he had moved down and removed my shoes, socks and then pulled my pants off, leaving me totally naked on the table. He moved back around to the side, slowly bringing one of his hands from my foot to my crotch and then dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. He then climbed on the table with me, naked also. This must be a dream is all I could think and soon I will wake up. This is crazy, isn't it? He started to kiss me again, running his hand up and down my chest and then down to cup my cock and balls. I found myself holding onto his now hard cock and stroking it as this all was going on. His kisses then went down across my chin, my neck, to my chest and from one nipple to the other, nibbling on them each in turn. Then his head kept on going down and then I felt his mouth open and my cock being swallowed to the base in one gulp as my back arched up to meet this wild sensation. He then turned around and I found his cock right over my own mouth and then as I opened my mouth, it entered. I tried to suck like I thought he was doing but know it could not be as good as what he was doing to me since I had never done this before. Soon I felt him pulling my legs up higher and higher and then his mouth came off of my cock and licked down across my balls and then down more and was then licking my hole. I again found my back arching up to meet his tongue as it entered my hole. He fucked my hole mercilessly with his tongue driving me nuts. He was slobbering and licking and flicking around and into me and then I felt one of his fingers enter me. Soon another and then another was in me, driving me wilder with each. I couldn't seem to get enough. Then he stopped licking and keeping his fingers in me, turned around slowly and brought his head back up to mine and again started to kiss me. Between kisses he kept telling me, whispering, how great my hole felt and he just couldn't help it. He needed me and I couldn't stop. He asked, this time, if he could go ahead and I found myself saying yes. He then raised my legs up and crawled between them and I felt his cock replace his fingers and enter me. He eased it in slowly until I felt his balls against my ass again. Damn, this is crazy but feels so good is all I could think. He reached down and raised my legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, basically tipping me almost completely upside down and then slowly his cock slid back our of me till just the head was still in and then back in again and again. Then he told me he couldn't stand it as my hole was too tight and good and started to really ram his cock in and out of me hard and as deep as he could drive it. I found myself raising up to meet his in thrusts. He got wilder and wilder and the more he did the more I drove myself onto his cock. He drilled my hole for a good 15 minutes of this and then I all at once was aware that my own cock was harder than I could remember it ever being and it was starting to cum. My mouth had been hanging open, moaning and my cum was now pouring down my own throat. My spasms seemed to drive him wild and he told me he could feel my ass clenching with each spurt and it was time. I then could actually feel his cock start to spurt in me and he drove his cock as deep into me as he could, grinding it and trying to reach clear to my throat I think. Spurt after spurt from us both till we were drained and fell back onto the table in a heap. We laid like that for a while and then all at once, I was wide awake and and thinking what the hell am I doing? I had done it again. Let this man fuck my ass with his HIV again and this time I wasn't drunk. What a crazy thing.

I've done a lot of slutty things but the top 2 are probably getting fucked by my bf and his dad and then fucking my bf's sister. Second would have to be getting fucked by 4 large dogs and their owners and friends one night.

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

Preparation H is actually useless. I looked into it. The "active ingredient" is shark oil which has, incredibly, zero medical evidence to support it. Anusol and other brands like it, contain actual real medical ingredients, mostly a combination of a lube to keep the 'roid moist and prevent irritation, an antiinflammatory to soothe it, and (usually) lidocaine to numb it. Well worth using in my experience. You CANNOT make a 'roid better by squeezing it, piercing it, or otherwise fucking around with it while it's "thrombosed" (i.e. lumpy and swollen). Even docs won't touch that, because while the thrombosis is happening, there's not a whole lot you can do except let nature take its course. Thrombosed 'roids are basically caused by blood clots, and they just have to get redissolved by your own body, which usually takes 7-10 days. Unfortunately cutting the clot out (which CAN be done in extreme cases - it's a 2 second op by a doctor) is not usually used because even though it provides immediate relief, the end result is that more clots will then form because of the injury, leaving you in an even worse situation. Ultimately once the 'roid subsides, you CAN get it treated pretty easily. Hemorrhoids are basically varicose veins in the blood-vessel-rich tisssue of the anus. Like all varicose veins, they can throw a clot or flare up, but no cream in the universe will actually "fix" it... you require an actual medical procedure. The easiest and best is "banding". You see your doc (usually a specialist proctologist) and they literally put a little special elastic band around the varicose area. This pinches the vein, cutting off blood flow, and killing the tissue above the band. That tissue falls off after a few days, taking the elastic band with it... and leaving a little bit of scar tissue in its place. The scar tissue is not noticeable to look at or feel, but what it DOES do is provide a "reinforcement" of thicker tissue in the area where the varicose vein occurred. This stops any reoccurence for the rest of your life - at least in that spot. You'll inevitably get more 'roids as you age, but the more you get "banded" like this, the more spots of scar tissue you get... and the more reinforcement your ass tissue has. After about 6-10 bandings, you'll generally have enough extra reinforcement scar tissue, that no more varicoses can pop out. This makes you basically immune to getting any more 'roids, EVER... so it's well worth it. You can get it done under public medicare for free but this often means waiting a few months... paying $200 for private treatment generally gets it done without waiting. There are other methods apart from banding - cryo-freezing being an example - but basically the message here is that it's easily treatable. The procedure takes 5 minutes including the time to say hi to your doctor and drop your pants. There is generally little to no discomfort - if the 'roid is very close to the sphincter, though, you WILL get a dull ache which will go away after about 6 hours. It's hard to tell in advance if a 'roid will be an "acher" or not, so plan to take the day off work just in case. Actual full surgery (where they cut and remove the vein entirely) is not used any more by any decent doctor, because it's unnecessary and actually pretty ineffective, as well as leading to weeks of post-op pain. This is called hemorrhoidectomy and if your doc suggests this treatment it's a good sign he has no freakin clue what he's doing and to go see someone else. Hemorrhoidectomy is 20+ years out of date... very very old school. There's actually not much you can do to prevent 'roids. Almost everyone gets them, and it's largely down to genetics. Anal sex has NOT been shown to cause them, although straining on the toilet bowl for long periods certainly does cause them. So don't spend more than a few minutes taking a crap... aim to be in and out as quick as you can. The key is not to suffer and not to just use the creams and then forget about it when it subsides. They will NOT go away and the longer you leave it before gettng it banded or frozen, the bigger and more frequent you'll get bouts of painful thrombosis. So just get it treated, and after a few times your ass will be reinforced with spots of scar tissue and you'll never suffer again.

I reckon by the sounds of it a lot of my f.cbuds must be just like you

There is just something incredibly hot about taking loads and not having a clue whose they are.

Chapter II. I backed away from my boy as he disappeared into the darkest corner of the basement dark room. He was well-lubed and stretched out from taking three fresh loads, one of which was POZ. Knowing that I had helped fuck those loads deeper into his hole kept my cock hard. I felt parched and needed a rest, so I headed back upstairs to the bar, knowing my man was in the basement getting fucked. Raw. Taking cum. I headed up the stairs and sat on a barstool. The bartender gave me a smile, and poured a beer for me. I gulped it down. He smiled at me and asked "Are you and your boyfriend having fun?" I nodded, grinning wildly. "Mind if I fuck your boy?" I assented without any hesitation. The bartender made a quick round making sure the other patron each had a full glass, and then he stepped out from behind the bar, brushed behind me, grazing my ass, and slipping his hand into my pants. I shivered. He gave a gesture towards the stairs and without hesitation I followed him back down into the darkness. He grabbed my hand and led me through a maze of bodies and hallways. My boy was laying on his back on a bench in the middle of the room. There was just enough light to recognize him, even if he was surrounded by four or five guys who were jerking off, and he had a huge cock down his mouth, a cock in each of his hands, and a final cock was planted deep in his ass. The top fucking him was holding my boy's legs high so he could really pound hole. I watched as the top’s ass flexed and jiggled. He was a hot guy, and his ass was a little saggy, slamming with each thrust. He threw his head back and grunted as he shot his load. I knew there was little chance that he was wearing a condom. When he pulled out, the bartender knelt down and sucked his big slimy uncut cock clean. The top stood to the side so the bartender to could take his place. I recognized him as our tour guide, a tall beefy Nordic-looking blond. He smiled at me as he shook his cock. My eyes were drawn from his face down to that glistening cock. Even in the dimness of the room I could see the tattoo of a biohazard symbol which surrounded his navel. But his enormous cock really caught my eye as it was still hard. He put his arm around me and reached for my cock, first rubbing it over my jeans, and then slipping his hand inside. I unbuttoned them for him and he whipped my dick out. He whispered "If you guys are into this scene, I could organize some extra fun after the rest of our group goes back to the hotel each night." I nodded instantly. The bartender had started slapping his cock against my boy’s sloppy hole. He turned to me and reached out for my hand, leading it to his mouth. He spat into my hand and then placed my hand on his cock, so naturally I jerked him a bit, lubing him up. Then, when he felt himself to be sufficiently slick, he leaned forward and I shimmied his dick around a bit, helping him ease himself into my boy’s ass. Raw, of course. He started pounding my boy’s ass and my boy moaned in pleasure, even with the cock in his throat. My boy was in heaving in pleasure, having released his inner pig and taking loads from strangers. The crowd cheered on the bartender in a cacophony of languages. His pace picked up as he got close to cumming. His eyes locked on me as he shot his load, breeding my boy. He pumped a few times, caught his breath, and pulled out, his cock glistening, slimy with foam, his pubes matted with cum. With his sloppy dick hanging out, he grabbed my hand, leading me, and the POZ tour guide out of the room. I turned my head to see a thin scrawny guy mounting my boy. The guys led me to a cabinet with a hole in the wall. I knew what a gloryhole was, and seeing my boy taking that cum without regard to status or even knowing their names made me so horny I knew I was up for more anonymous play. The bartender didn’t ask, rather he told me, ‘You’re gonna clean off my cock.’ He disappeared and a few seconds later, his sloppy cock came through the hole. I bent forward and started licking. Gobs of cum slid down my tongue and into my throat. I nearly gagged as I felt my pants being pulled down to my ankles. I pulled off of the bartender’s cock to see the POZ tour guide leering at me. His mammoth cock was still out, and hard, oozing precum. I shook my head no, since I only rarely bottom, and had never taking a cock as big as his, certainly not raw, and certainly not POZ. He nodded ‘yes,’ and knelt down behind me, spreading my cheeks. I knew he was going to loosen me up with his tongue, and I’d eventually take his cock, and his seed. I relaxed into his scruffy face, feeling tingles as his stubbly grazed my tender ass. I went back to nursing the bartender’s cock, still hard, and still slimy. I guzzled down the cum on his cock, savoring the flavor of my boy’s ass juices and the cum of uncounted guys. After a couple of minutes the bartender’s cock swelled-up, and I felt his balls jerk against my chin, so I knew he was about to cum. I made the move to pull away so he could shoot on my face, but the tour guide held my head in place, the bartender skull-fucked me as the tour guide stood up and slapped his cock against my ass, sliding in surprisingly easily, balls-deep. Just as the tour guide hit home, the bartender started shooting into my throat. I gagged as my mouth filled with his cum, unable to swallow fast enough. His cum actually bubbled out of my mouth and onto my chin. A thought flashed across my mind: for the first time I was filled with dick from both ends, but I didn't dwell on the thought as the tour guide released my head, swiped some of the bartender’s fresh cum onto his fingers, withdrew his cock from my hole only to slide his cummy fingers into me. I groaned in frustration as the bartender stepped away from the glory hole. But my disappointment was short lived as a new cock appeared in the glory hole. It was not particularly big, but it was beautiful. The guy pulled his foreskin back and I dove onto it. The tour guide replaced his slimy fingers with his bare cock and slid back into me, balls deep. He didn't fuck, but seemed to just stand there, his dick flexing as I swallowed down the new cock, which I slurped until the guy in my mouth came. This time I didn’t try to pull off. I did, however, notice that my ass felt full, warm, and wet, and unbidden the tour guide patted my shoulder saying "Good boy." I turned my head back to the tour guide, my guts still full of his hard dick. I shuddered and said to him "You can fuck me." "Why? What do you want," he asked. "I want you to cum in me," I replied, quivering in excitement and frustration. "I already have," he explained, withdrawing his cock from my ass, only to kneel behind me, slurping out what I now realized was cum. When he had gathered a fair amount of cum into his mouth, he stood me up and kissed me, forcing his seed into my mouth. Three loads in my mouth, and one in my ass. I heard a chuckle, and saw my boy, naked, covered in sweat, cum matted in his hair, clapping. He embraced me as the tour guide licked the stray dribbles of cum off of my face. I pulled my shirt down and my pants up as my boy went to look for his clothes. We met up upstairs and the bartender gave the three of us a final beer, this one on the house. We took a cab back to the hotel with the tour guide, fondling each another the whole way. I was hoping that the tour guide would follow us back to our room for some more fun, but he told us to rest. We had to get some sleep, and be up early. The following morning we would hop on a bus to Prague. He told us he could arrange for some extra special fun there. We nodded and went back to our room. We collapsed into a sticky tangle in bed. He told me he didn’t know how many loads he had taken, and I told him about sucking cock at the glory hole. I topped him as he told me about feeling released, and of course I bred him. It felt so different breeding him with all of that cum inside him. I lay on my back and let him top me for the first time. He fucked me, telling me how hot it was watching the POZ guy tell me he had cum inside me. We fell asleep in a sticky pile, excited about what was to come the following day.

any horny hairy chasers or gifters wanna chat? hmu

I've done it as a top a few times. Last year, during the winter, I was in Philly. Checked out CL and saw an ad for a guy in my hotel looking for an anon fuck. We emailed, and I realized he was two floors below me. I went down, opened his door, and was presented with a beautiful ass. I kneeled down, worked my tongue into his hole, stood up, lubed up, fucked him,and dumped a load. I was back in my room ten minutes after I shot in his ass. It was perfect: no going outside to a new hotel, a perfect ass, and a nice quick release, just what we were both looking for that night.

PREP’D BUT GOOD By Randy Rawman “You want it?” he pants. “You want my seed?” “Fuck, yes,” I gasp. “Breed me. Breeding my hungry ass. Shoot that seed, fucker.” Dev’s about to unload his giant bull balls into my raw ass and I can’t fucking wait to feel it. It’s going to be the first of what I hope will be hundreds of raw loads taken and given in this new phase of my life. I’ve been a safe sex boy for decades, ever since I’d starting having sex at 21 I’m now 40 now, fitter and hornier than ever, but all I can think about—all I daydream about, all I want to look at on line—is breeding; huge hot wads of stud-cum being dumped and taken in sloppy, starving asses - like mine. As Dev quickens his fuckstrokes, building to blast-off, I turn my head and see the white lab coat he wears at work abandoned on the floor along with the gray slacks that caress his ass and showcase his cock-bulge so spectacularly. Dev was wearing both the first time I laid eyes on him, at the pharmacy I rushed to after getting my first prescription for PrEP from my longtime doctor, Dr. Foster. “This guy I’ve been seeing, well, he’s HIV-positive,” I explained to Dr. Foster, whose deep voice and soap-hunk handsome looks always drive me to distraction, “and things are getting pretty serious and I think the smart move for me would be to go on PrEP, because even though we practice safe sex, you never know, right?” This was a lie. I wasn’t seeing anybody, let alone a guy who was HIV-positive. But it sounded a lot better than the truth, which is something like, “Yeah, doc, I’ve always been super turned on by the idea of barebacking and breeding and taking seed and giving seed and felching and snowballing and now I’m determined to make my fantasies a reality.” When I handed over my prescription, the pharmacist Dev read it over, then looked up at me without a trace of interest or emotion. He then typed in the info and told me it would be ready within 20 minutes if I wanted to wait. I bought myself a soda and cruised the BBRT app and daydreamed about cum-swapping until Dev called my name. When I picked up the prescription, Dev made sure to reiterate Dr. Foster’s instructions; to take it everyday without fail and that it takes a little while to become effective. I told him I understood, handed over the copay—thank you, Obamacare—and went on my way. A few weeks later, I awoke to a phone call from an Unknown number. “Randy, this is Dev from CVS Pharmacy calling.” “Oh hi,” I said, groggily. I have my pharmacy number saved in my phone and it always comes up as ‘CVS,’ not ‘Unknown.’ Odd. “I’m the pharmacist who filled your prescription for Truveda,” he explained. “Uh-huh,” I said. “I wanted to make sure you knew that if you started taking it the day you got the prescription, it should be effective by now,” he said, “and see if you or your partner had any questions.” “I think I’m good, we’re good,” I said. “Thank you.” “I also wanted to let you know that I have a 6-day load in my balls and I would like to blast it in your ass.” This stunned me into silence. “I know that’s what you want, Randy, you don’t have to pretend,” he said calmly. “You want that more than anything; to take cum in your aching ass. I saw that in your eyes when you handed over that prescription. You were shaking, just a little bit. And while you were waiting for it to be filled, you were on BBRT, cruising around like the cumswapper you’re dying to be.” “How do you know that?” I asked, still totally stunned. “There’s a mirror behind the waiting area and I could see your phone in the reflection,” he said. “Is your partner home?” “No,” I said. “Actually, I don’t have a partner. I don’t know why I said I did.” Dev laughed, then said, “Okay, here’s the plan,” he said. “It’s 9:47 now. I’d like to be balls-deep in you by 11:30. Give me your address.” So I did. And he was. Balls-deep in me at 11:30. But first I got to give him the once-over, with my eyes and my hands and my tongue. I got the lab coat off first. Then he removed his glasses. Fuck, he was good looking, like the Indian-American actor from the show Heroes. He was around 40, with a gym-toned body and a hairy but well-trimmed chest. Once the lab coat and the pec-hugging polo came off, I got to admire his hot ass and packed crotch in those snug slacks as he walked to my bedroom window and closed the drapes. Then he walked back to me, got right into my face, our mouths close to touching, put his hands on my shoulders and shoved me down to my knees. “Suck me through my slacks,” he said. I grabbed his globes with both hands and pulled his bulge onto my mouth. He must have been going commando because his cock was unimpeded as it swelled and arched up to the right. I slid my mouth back and forth on it like an ear of corn and it got longer and each time I slid back to the tip. I pulled away and looked at the wet spot we had created together; me with my spit and Dev with his pre-seed. “Pull it out,” he said. “You got me leaking and I know you want any seed that comes out of my dick to go inside you, one way or another.” I unzipped Dev’s fly and pulled out his cock: eight inches, thick and rock hard, with a fat purple head that I knew was going to open me up good. I dove down on his dick, my hunger for cock trumping the gag reflex that used to trip me up in my younger, more inhibited days. As I sucked and savored his pre-seed, Dev started in with the verbal, saying “When I went to school to become a pharmacist all those years ago, I didn’t know that modern science was going to give me such a tremendous gift; an endless, excited stream of fresh, desperate-to-be-bred cumdumps; and that I’d get to be at first in line to seed them.” I pulled off his throbbing cock and looked up into his dark, sexy eyes. “How many customers have you initiated this way?” I asked. “You’ll be 37,” he said. “I keep track on my phone.” And then he laughed. Turned on by the thought of all that barebacking, I dived back down on his cock, determined to get it as hard and wet as possible for my hole. “But you’re definitely one of the hottest,” he added. I groaned around his cock. “And hungriest. Stand up, lose those slutty little shorts.” I pulled off my red vintage Adidas running shorts and before I regained my balance, he shoved me on the bed and dived tongue-first into my hole. “It’s 11:18,” I said to him, stealing a look at my alarm clock. “Don’t worry, baby,” he said. “I’ll keep my balls-deep promise. Just getting you wet and ready.” Dev grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and lubed-up my hole first and then his throbbing cock, and then, as he positioned his cockhead at the opening of my pucker, I looked at the clock. It read 11:25. “You ready?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “You sure? Because once I’m in you, I’m not stopping till you take my seed. There’s no turning back.” “Have any of the 36 other sluts pussied out?” “One,” he said. “But he called me back a day later and I gave my him jizz in the storeroom at work during my lunch break.” As we were talking, Dev slowly sunk his hot cock into me, a millimeter at a time. God, it was hurting like fuck but if I kept him talking, if I didn’t focus on the pain, it wasn’t that bad. Dev knew that, too, and was happy to keep up the verbal. “How long have you wanted to cross the line, become a hardcore barebacker instead of a guy who slips up once in a while and feels bad about it?” “Years, man,” I admitted, sensing he was about halfway inside me now. “I remember when Hot Desert Knights came out with their first video, I ordered it on VHS and I came so hard at the end of the first scene when the bottom took his fucker’s seed deep inside. And it was an internal breeding, too. Not one of those cum outside and slather it on the hole jobs. I still remember the anticipation of watching the bottom’s freshly fucked hole and waiting for him to push his breeder’s seed out. It took a while, but when that juice came oozing out—God, I remember it was so thick and white—I came again. It took me about a week to get through the video because I would cum after one scene and then shut it off so I could savor the thrill for as long as possible.” “The videos I post are almost all internal,” Dev said casually, rocking from side to side, his cock almost all the way inside me now. It was 11:27. “Videos?” I ask, intrigued but also scared. I’m ready for his seed, I think, but am I ready for my closeup? I don’t think so. “On Xtube and Tumblr,” he said. “And then they end up all over.” “What’s your screen name?” I asked. “FitFlooder,” he said. “Fuck,” I said. “I’ve seen your vids. I know it. Holy shit, I’ve jacked off to my pharmacist.” I couldn’t help but laugh, which oddly made my hole relax a little more around his stiff invader. “I don’t show faces,” he explained, “unless the bottoms are okay with it. I let the bottoms tell me what they’re comfortable with showing. The only real rule I have is I always cum inside.” “As it should be.” “There are two videos I’ve posted where I creamed fuckers faces but that was only because I had already bred both the guys multiple times and each guy wanted my huge load all over his face.” “Hot,” I groaned as I tried to get used to him. “Mission accomplished, fucker,” Dev said, looking down at where his cock would be if it weren’t buried all the way up ass. “Balls deep and it’s only 11:29.” “Oh fuck,” I groaned. “I’m so fucking full. If you start sliding in and out, I think I’m going to break in half.” “I don’t care,” he said simply and then without taking his cock out of my ass, reached over to the night stand and grabbed his phone. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Recording the moment for posterity,” he said. “What if I don’t want you to?” I ask. “I pull out and go home,” he said. “It’s your choice.” The thought of him leaving without seeding me was nearly unbearable. “Okay, but no face.” What the fuck was happening? Here I was, about to take my first raw load from a virtual stranger and I was seriously thinking of letting him make a video of it. “I won’t show your face,” he agreed. “And before I leave here, I’ll show it to you. And I bet when we watch it, you’ll get so hard you’ll insist on taking my seed again…or I can take yours. I’m an equal opportunity spunk-swapper.” “All right,” I replied. “Do it. Fucking breed me.” Dev turned on the camera and held it with one hand while he steadied my hips with the other. He slowly started to slide his hot cock out of my ass and just as he felt the rim of his cockhead connect with my first ring, he’d slide back in. “God that feels so good, fucker,” he said. “Your ass is like fucking velvet.” “My ass is yours,” I groaned. “You didn’t ask my status, fucker,” he said, gradually picking up the pace of his fuck strokes. “I didn’t,” I said. “Because it doesn’t matter,” he said. “You’re free to be the cumwhore you’ve always wanted to be. Is that what you want to be?” “Yes,” I gasped as his fuckstick hit home again and again. “Yes, it is.” “Say it then,” he said, looking me in the eyes while the camera caught his cockstrokes into my hole. “I need to hear you say it. So do the fuckers watching this.” “I want to be a cumwhore,” I said. “I want to take seed all the time, everyday, from every hot fucker I can get my hole around. And give it, too.” “I may have to take you up on that,” he replied, "but not yet. Right now I’m going to give you what you need so bad. I knew you needed it the second I saw you and you’re about to get it.” “Oh yes. Fuck yes.” Dev’s fuck strokes were coming fast and furious. I used my battered ass muscles to try and milk his seed out and make the insemination as mind-blowing for him as I knew it was going to be for me. “What do you want?” he asked. “I want your cum,” I said. “You want it?” he panted. “You want my seed?” “Fuck, yes,” I gasped. “Breed me. Breeding my hungry ass. Shoot that seed, fucker.” “Once I do it, I own you. You understand that? Do you?” Dev’s intensity snaps me back into the present moment, this moment I’ve been fantasizing about for so long and I finally got the courage to make happen. “Yes, breed me.” I say. “After this, you’re going to be hooked. You’re going to live for cum. You understand that?” “Yes, breed me.” “Oh fuck, that six day load is coming, fucker. Get ready to take it.” “Yes, fucker, yes! Fill my up. Seed my fucking guts, stud!” “Aaaaarrrggggghhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Unnnnnghh!” Dev bellowed as jet after jet of man cum whitewashed my insides. “Take that seed!” “I feel it, fucker. Every rope, I feel it. Give me every drop.” “Take every drop of that DNA. Let it soak into your guts.” “Aaaaah,” Dev sighed. Then, turning the camera off, tossed his phone beside us and collapsed on top of me without withdrawing his python from my ass. “God, that was incredible,” I sighed, reaching my hand down to stroke my hard cock. Dev smacked my hand away. “You’re not jerking off, fucker. You’re a Truveda Slut now.” “So?” “Truveda Sluts don’t waste their seed.” “Fine. You gonna take it?” “I might,” he said. “Or we can hit a bathhouse together or find a hotel party on BBRT. The options are wide open…just like that ass of yours. The point is, as you’ve just discovered, your hot sperm can make some lucky studfucker’s day so it’s just selfish of you to waste it.” Dev shifted his weight a bit and his spent dick snaked out of my hole with a plop. “Don’t you dare let my spunk come out yet.” Dev grabbed his phone and slid me over the edge of the bed where the light was better, hitting ‘record’ on the cameraphone. “Pull those legs back,” he ordered, adding "And let me see what six days worth of cum looks like oozing out of a brand new Truvada Whore.” I did as Dev ordered. I relaxed my ass muscles, and felt glob after glob of Dev’s wet spunk ooze from hole and down my crack. “Damn, I shot a huge load, fucker.” Dev commented. “You don’t have to tell me,” I answered, “I felt it.” “You brought it out in me.” “Mmmmm.” “Are you glad you picked my pharmacy for your Truveda prescription?” “Yes.” “Are you glad you let me in your hot hole raw?” “Yes.” “Are you glad you took my seed?” “Yes.” “Do you want more cum?” “Yes.” “Good, because this is just the beginning.”

I always enjoy having other bottoms in group sex. I love watching other guys get their holes fucked while someone is fucking mine, its live porn to watch. Lots of times I'll kiss and make out with another bottom while tops are fucking our holes. Sometimes i'll suck off another bottom while he is getting fucked, if he wants me too. Its also fun to rim the cum out of another bottom's hole.

My own cock throbbed though I felt no need to tend to it as Johnny pressed his long slender cock into my mouth. I soon felt his trimmed pubes against my nose and held firmly to his blond peach fuzz covered ass as I deep throated his cock. For a moment the top that I had once been resurfaced and I thought how hot Johnny’s perfectly pert round ass would look with a load dripping from his pink hole. My mind drifted to my own now cum filled hole and I felt a twitch as I imagined a small glob of Johnny’s cum escaping my slightly puckered hole, the hair around it matted down with sweat and ass juice. “Alright Wes,” Chuck said, “Why don’t you show this boy what it’s like to get fucked by a real man and give him another load he’ll never forget.” Wes… I wondered for a moment which one of the three men that was, and then I realized I didn’t care. I wanted all three of them, in fact I didn’t really even care if I ever saw which one was which so long as their cock ended up in my hole. I let go of Johnny’s ass cheeks and grabbed my own ankles some what awkwardly as Johnny was still squatting over me slightly with his cock down my throat. A rustling told me that Wes was getting into position, and then I felt rough hands on my thighs pushing my legs forward lifting my ass up. A glob of warm spit fell onto my hole and then I once more felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock head pressing against my sphincter. I moaned around Johnny’s dick, which had become fully hard again in my mouth and from his breath I guessed was well on his way to shooting his second load, as Wes buried his cock in my hole in one long slow stroke. He was obviously thicker then Johnny but perhaps not as long, certainly not as big as Chuck. Still I could feel my hole quivering around his cock as it sank inside of me, stretching me wider then I ever have been before. Just as he bottomed out in me and I felt the scratch of his pubes on my taint Johnny stuffed his whole cock down my throat and let out a long low moan as he shot his second in my mouth. Greedily I swallowed every drop before he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Get the hell out the way boy,” Wes said in a rough voice, pushing Johnny off of me, “I wanna look in this boy’s eyes when I breed him, that way he’ll always remember this load.” With Johnny out of the way I took stock of the man who was now balls deep in my hole. I was not disappointed. He was certainly the oldest of the men assembled with flecks of gray starting to creep into his jet-black hair at the temples. It looked as though he had probably shaved that morning but his beard was already returning with a vengeance, his skin a golden olive colour I guessed he was probably Italian or Greek. He stared down at me with dark hazel eyes as he slowly began to withdraw his cock from my ass, the thin lines at the sides of his eyes deepened as his face spit with a wide toothy smile. “You like that cock, don’t you boy.” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes…Sir,” I don’t know why but calling this man Sir just seemed to be the right thing to do. He smiled a little broader and said, “That’s right boy,” and sank his cock back into me. I could see that he didn’t have a condom on, I don’t know why I thought he would be different as he was using another guy’s load as lube. I didn’t care though, his cock splitting my hole wide felt too damn good to care about anything like that. His rough hands held my legs pinned to either side of my chest, bringing his torso over mine so that he could look directly down into my eyes. His body so close to mine my nostrils were filled with his rich manly smell and something else that it took me a moment to place… cum. Wes started to pick up the pace, pulling almost his entire cock from my ass with each stroke. Sweat began to glisten on his chest and occasionally drip down onto me. The steady sound of skin slapping on skin, and the wet squelsh of my quickly widening hole filled the room. I began to sweat myself, panting with each thrust of Wes’s fat cock. I knew what I must look like, I had seen bottoms in this place of ecstasy before, their faces contorted with what could be mistaken for pain, their eyes rolling into the back of their heads, their cock hard but completely forgotten. It was the look of a bitch in heat, a look that bottoms only got when they truly gave themselves over to be fucked without caring for their own release at all. For a bottom like the one I had become, in that moment the release was feeling a top shoot his load, and nothing else was needed. “Fuck my ass,” I whimpered between moans, “Fucking plow me.” “I’m getting close kid,” Wes growled, never slowing down, “I’m going to breed your ass so good that I’m going to stay with you forever. Do you want that boy, do you want my load in you forever?” “Yes, breed me,” I panted, at the time not realizing the significance of what I said, “Fill me with your cum, lube up my ass for your friends.” “Take my fucking load, you slut!” Wes didn’t stop fucking as he came, in fact he slammed his cock into me harder then he had ever before six or eight more times. I could feel his load filling me more and more until just when I was wondering how he could possibly be going he stopped and held perfectly still with his throbbing cock halfway into my ass. His whole body was shaking just slightly and a wicked gin was spreading across his face. “Next,” he said pulling out and getting up. It was only then when he stood again that I noticed the tattoo on his bicep, a bio hazard symbol.

I got rimmed and my balls and cock licked by my mate's dog whilst he was at work, I came hard and then fed the dog my cum. Can't wait to stay over at his again.