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Part 2 My heart was pounding now and Seb's normal grin was gone, he looked nervous. Sat opposite me in the office half naked was this sexy as fuck colleague i'd had many wanks over and his foot was on my boner. I wanted to carry on before he reconsidered so I pulled his sock off and put his toes in my mouth, thinking maybe he wasn't gay but into feet. As i licked and sucked his toes he stretched back and moaned then the horny fucker pulled his shorts down to show his straining cock throbbing in his lycra pants, he couldn't resist pulling my foot up and licking at my toes. So Seb was into feet! He fished his cock out and started to wank it, it was an amazing 7inch cut cock that curved upwards and looked very hard, and wet. I didn't have to think twice and pulled my own shorts down. The wind from the fan felt great on my exposed ass, the front of my jock was wet with precum. I was totally overwhelmed by lust now, forgetting we were at work i told him to stand and i sank to my knees and got to work on his cock, he moaned as i took his sweet neg precum onto my tongue. He must have been so horny he was thinking with his cock now, i was going to see how far i could push him and play out some of my wank fantasies. I sucked him greedily whilst my mind raced, my hands on his tight ass pushing him further down my throat. "Don't, stop" he said weakly, so I didn't, i was beginning to think bad thoughts now, so i flipped him round and stuck my tongue up his ass. He was mine now, letting out a loud holy fuck, which turned me on even more; his straight ass tasted great. I rimmed him for a while, he was panting like a dog, i think his head was spinning and i pulled his cheeks apart and stuck a finger in. "No wait Scott" he said but i started wanking his cock and stuck my tongue back in his hole so he shut up and put his head back on the desk. I had my own dick out by now and my hand was wet with precum, i really wanted to try fucking this hottie but obviously hadn't prepared and had no condom or lube. I couldn't fuck him raw could i?! We'd never discussed that i was poz, i mean i'd never planned to fuck this straight lad but i might never get another chance. I tried a finger again and told him to trust me. He didn't object so i put a precum covered finger in his tight ass You can get a horny young sex starved lad to do anything if you get them worked up, so i worked my fingers in his (maybe) virgin hole, he was just saying fuck, fuck over and over now, and moaning like a bitch in heat. I stood up, my heart was pounding and i got myself in position to swap my dick in where my fingers were currently pistoning in and out now. I thought I can't do this can i? Put my poz dick in his hole? He'd be my first neg ass since i converted at uni, but that sealed it, it was a long held dirty fantasy of mine and now here i was. Next thing i knew i had the tip of my 8inch dick in his wet hole. He said "shit, is that your dick?" I said, "i know you want it now you horny fucker, don't you?", "do it, im too horny to stop, but go slow". That's all i needed, i looked at the clock as we only had an hour left before the next booking, i looked down, his shorts, socks and Vans strewn on the floor, one sock off one on, the back of his blonde head against the desk. I spurted an extra stream of poz precum in his hole and pushed in...

“DOES THAT RAW DICK FEEL GOOD BOY? IS THAT WHAT YOU NEEDED?” The bottom had tried crawling forward, his body reacting to the infectious AIDS T-Bone I had just shoved in his booty hole - dry. He didn’t get far. His doggy masked head shook from side to side as his manicured pink nails - hidden inside his puppy costumed paws - tried to hold their grip on the edge of the bed. “GET BACK HERE BOY! STAY!” I snarled as I yanked my dick out of his rare hole, grabbed his wrists, dragged him back to where I wanted, and then mounted him again. My POZ drip mixing with his bloody hole was all the lube the pup needed. The pup’s dog tags jangled and jingled. “FEEL THAT BIG DICK KNOTTING YOU BOY?” He might have said something, but then arched his back and yelped like a good pup when I yanked out and slammed back in. I yanked out again, took a second to admire his furry little hole - surrounded by a touch of pink, now red, skin. His hole was the only thing on his body not covered by his pup costume, which was just fine by me. All I needed was someplace to bury my AIDS T-BONE. “BIG AIDS DICK IN THAT ASS BOY - FUCKING YOUR PUPPY HOLE!” The boy bucked, I laughed, grabbed the back of his collar, slid the fingers of both hands underneath and twisted and pulled back. The pup bucked and yelped and my AIDS T-BONE buried a little deeper. “I GOT A SHIT LOAD OF HOT AIDS GRAVY FOR THAT PUP HOLE BOY - FULL OF VIRUS KIBBLES AND BITS!” His little paws were useless. I turned my head to the left and admired myself in the full length mirrors he had on the wall. The small lenses of his two video cameras were not easy to detect, but I made sure they got the shots. I hope he enjoyed watching this later. I hope he enjoyed seeing my wasted body, the skin that hung slightly off my muscles, the ribs that showed in my chest, my hollowed out cheeks and lesioned skin. “THAT’S IT - WHIMPER FOR ME PUP. MY AIDS T-BONE DICK IS FILLING THAT ASS UP - TURNING YOU INTO A FULL FLEDGED BITCH!” The pup gurgled his agreement as I twisted the collar tighter and started to long dick that ass with deeper, filling, stretching and wrecking strokes! I had been eyeing the pup online for a while now. I knew his habits, his secret desires, his voyeuristic pleasures. I knew he liked to secretly record and live stream anonymous dick fucking him. I knew he always insisted on safe sex only - something which he was not only vocal about, but condescending to those who held a different approach to life. “I’M YOUR AIDS SIRE PUP! UNMEDICATED DADDY DOG DICK SLICKING UP YOUR LITTLE HOLE - BUSTING IT OPEN WITH MY BIG KNOT - THAT FORESKIN SLIDING BACK, GETTING READY FOR MY POZ NUTT TO SPADE AND FIX YOU!” A loud, clear, yelp escaped the pup’s lips as I tore open a new path of destruction in his guts. I pressed down on his shoulder blades with my left hand, turned my body clockwise with my dick still buried deep in his furry ass. We formed an AIDs’ cross, ready for his crucifixion. I took my right hand and pushed his right leg outward so his hips raised up a bit, giving me head on access to his sidewalls. “YEAH BOY, PLAYING FETCH. TAKING MY AIDS T-BONE SMACK IN THEM ASS WALLS. OPENING THAT FURRY HOLE SO WHEN MY BALLS MAKE YOU PREGNANT THERE WILL BE LOTS OF BRUISED AND BLOODY SPOTS FOR THEM BABIES TO HOOK UP TO!” The pup’s hole was smearing my dick good now, creaming for my AIDS T-BONE. I yanked out, the pup’s body spasmed from the sudden evacuation, and I easily rotated my position. I used my right hand now to press down between his shoulders keeping his body on the bed and adjusted his left leg and held it so I could damage the other side of his ass walls. The pup’s whimpering told me he was hungry. “GOOD PUP READY TO SUCKLE SOME POZ MILK OUT? GET THAT ASS BACK HERE - THAT’S IT - RIGHT ON THE END OF THE BED AND DROP THEM LITTLE HIND LEGS DOWN. I’M GOING TO DRIVE MY AIDS T-BONE RIGHT UP THAT HOLE AND SQUIRT MY VIRAL MILK! GOOD PUP - TAKE THIS AIDS T-BONE! FEEL IT PUP? FEEL THAT KNOT SWELL? YEAH WHIMPER FOR ME LIKE A GOOD PUPPY - WHIMPER FOR ME AS YOUR SIRE BREEDS YOU - BEG FOR MY POZ MILK! BEG FOR IT PUP - BEG FOR IT - FILLING YOUR PUP ASS UP YOU FUCKING BITCH! FILLING YOU UP!” A couple of hours later I got up my nap. Filling a NEG hole up is always the best thing to get me set for a long nap out in hammock in the afternoon sun. I wiped the sweat from my brow, adjusted my eyes, and pulled up the pup’s homepage. Fuck yeah! Folks had liked our scene and had rated it five WOOFS! Lots of comments about ‘what a great set up’, ‘hot role play’, the ‘realistic fake fluids’. I’d give pup a couple days. He’ll come scratching at my door begging to be let in and when he does, I’ll be ready. (*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 my first attempt at a story so hoping to do a few chapters, but for starters... The Sports Centre: My name is Scott and I work as a duty manager in one of those local town sports facilities in the UK, the ones with a sports hall, classes rooms and football pitches outside. I've been working here 2 years since I left university with a degree in physiotherapy and mostly nothing interesting happens. I'm 23, 6ft, dark brown short hair and swim or run every day after my morning gym session to keep the lean six pack and swimmers build I built up in school. I've got a total sports kit fetish so it's literally pretty hard to not get a boner most days when the guys turn up for their sport - especially the football players. Duty management has its perks and I'll go on regular patrols! I usually wear a black jock, white sport socks and my nike trainers with the uniform: tight black tracksuit bottoms or shorts if its hot, and a red polo shirt. You can definitely see my package through the trackies. The only time I don't wear the jock is if I've found some sexy tight boxers left behind by someone in the changing rooms; another perk of the job! Mostly I would just perve and get horny all day then go home and get off with the help of the internet to meet guys for my kinkier and darker side. Anyway, a few months ago a new guy started, Seb, he's 18 and just finished college so working before he goes to uni. He's studying sports when he gets there and figures this is the perfect job in the meantime. He's a bit of footballer but it's the rowing and cycling that I reckon will have given him the body I really wanted to see. Trouble was he'd always come to work in his uniform and used a gym elsewhere so I never got the chance to see. He is about 5ft 10 with dark blonde hair and pretty tanned and the days he was in shorts you could just tell from those toned hairless legs he was in good shape, he also wears lycra pants under his shorts which made my cock pulse. I used to make him set up the netball courts just so his t shirt would ride up and I could catch a glimpse of his tight abs and perve on the way the trackies would highlight his bulge. It's fair to say I was developing a massive hard on for him but had to work out a way of getting what I wanted. As the place was small it would only usually need the two of us running it, but it was easy work with a lot of downtime in the office just chatting. Seb was straight but didn't have a gf, he knew I was gay and probably knew I thought he was hot and I think he kinda liked it in the way hot young guys like the attention. I liked to imagine he was the sort of guy who'd probably messed around with mates, but that was likely to be wishful thinking. He'd ask about uni, we'd chat about anything and everything and I thought I was destined to be left cock teased by him all summer. We sometimes got on to our love lives, i kept it vanilla when it came to me, but i got the impression he might be getting a bit frustrated without a gf. Anyway, one sunny Tuesday luck was on my side... It was a really hot day, humid like a storm might be building and our office was stifling with all the computers etc. running. It had been the sort of sunny few days that just gets you horny as hell. Tuesday daytimes are pretty quiet for sessions or classes and nothing was booked between 2 and 4 so I was in the office catching up on paperwork. Today was a jock, shorts and t shirt day but in the office I'd taken my trainers and socks off to cool down. Seb came in from setting up some badminton courts for later and was going to help me with some reports but seemed to be limping a bit. He'd been getting me going today as he'd taken his black Vans off at lunch and had been walking round in some white adidas ankle socks, showing those fit tanned legs off in his slightly too tight shorts, what a tight ass I thought as my mind wandered. Snapping back to reality: "Hey bud, what's up?" I said. "It's way too hot in here today, i'm already sweating" he replied. "Actually I meant why are you limping?" It turns out I hadn't noticed but he'd hurt it the previous night at a footy session he'd played in. I thought i'd seize the moment and offered to give him a foot massage using my legit physiotherapy skills. I wanted desperately to massage those feet but hopefully he wouldn't think it was weird. It looked like he might be hesitating so I jumped in, "we've got a quiet afternoon so just put your foot up here" i said as I rolled over to him on my desk chair, patting the top of my thighs. I was in front of him now so he didn't have much choice. Fortunately he complied and now his leg was stretched out in front of me, I could see the bottom of his cycling shorts as his shorts bunched up. I didn't look at him so he wouldn't freak, but as I got started i felt him relax and lean back into his chair. My cock was now straining in my jock so I adjusted my position and as i looked at him he gulped loudly, I noticed his shorts were definitely tented, or was i just hoping. "I'm still really sweating but this feels like its really helping mind if I take my t shirt off?" he said, looking a bit flushed. "You definitely know what you're doing Scott". I obviously wasn't going to object to what I'd wanted to see for months! "Sure Seb, we're out of sight of the front desk and it is damn hot in here, i'll put the fan on too". By the time I'd turned back round from the fan his t shirt was off and laid across his shorts, did he do it to hide his hard on?! But also, holy fuck, his body was seriously fit, lean and hairless with a tight six pack, the fan was maybe making those perfect nipples get a bit hard. It was my turn to gulp! I thought i'd style it out "buddy you're in shape", "haha thanks mate, probably the rowing" he replied modestly. I moved onto his other foot before he could change his mind. I started to wonder if he did have a hard on, he's straight but maybe the heat and lack of sex is doing the same to him. I was now so horny my cock was in charge and making me more daring. I thought he's cock teased me all summer, now its my turn and I could feel I'd started to precum all over my jock. "Is that too hard?" I said, nodding toward him and looking for his reaction. He said it felt great but adjusted where the t shirt was sitting across his lap. The phone rang across the office, I couldn't get up as i was so boned my hard on would have probably hit him in the face so I asked him to get it, he just stared at me as the phone rang "Errm I, err I can't get up right now, i'm a bit stiff" he said and started laughing and held both hands on his t shirt. "Sorry, i think it's just the heat maybe" he continued. I thought, fuck it, and i put his foot on my hard cock. "Me too" i said, i think we both gulped loudly...

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

NUDE BEACH (Part 2)— Walking down the beach, I checked out the occupants of each driftwood fort. Some of them seemed to be there just to work on their tans, some were wearing cock rings, more than a few were sporting hard ons, and some were partying. Plus, I couldn’t help but notice the bigger cocks and the more muscular bodies. I expected that they were sizing me up, too. Hopefully, they saw that I was wearing a butt plug, and took that to mean that I was a bottom, looking to get fucked. Also, my shriveled dick should have been an obvious indication that I was partying. As I neared the end of the beach, where there wasn’t any driftwood at all, I saw an older man sitting in one of those low, folding beach chairs. He was obviously proud of his big dick and liked to show it off, right out there in the open. It definitely got my attention. It had to be more than 9 inches long, and very thick, probably 7 inches around. Plus, he had the biggest balls I had ever seen. A real prize. Walking along, each time I looked back at him, he picked up his cock and stroked it some more. It certainly appeared that he was interested. I knew that if I kept on walking there was the possibility that somebody else would happen along and make a move on that huge cock. Luckily, when I turned around to walk back to my fort, I saw the man still sitting there in his beach chair, by himself, and stroking his cock. Plus, his head was turned, watching me. I started walking at more of an angle from the water, making my way up the beach, and getting closer and closer to where he was. When I was maybe 25 yards away from him, he stopped stroking his cock, so I stopped walking. I stood with my hands on my hips, and I looked out at the water, then I looked back at him. He stroked his cock a few more times. We went back and forth like that, several times. Finally, the Tina I’d been smoking gave me the courage to just go for it. I walked straight toward him, and dropped to my knees, in the sand, where I picked up his cock and took it in my mouth. Immediately, it got bigger and thicker as I worked more and more of it in and out of my mouth. His cock head kept hitting the back of my throat. I was wondering if I could take his huge long cock, balls deep. I definitely wanted it. He didn’t give me a chance to decide. I was surprised at his strength as he placed both of his hands on the back of my head, and shoved me downward, forcing his big cock head into my throat. He gasped and groaned loudly, and I could feel his cock head pulsating in my throat, blasting jets of cum directly into my stomach. I was holding my breath so long that I thought I might pass out, but he suddenly let go of my head, and I jerked back, feeling his still throbbing cock head pop back out of my throat. As soon as my breathing slowed, I took his cock back into my mouth and I sucked him some more, making his body jerk each time his huge balls pumped out yet another jet of cum. With a load of cum in my hole and another load down my throat, I wandered back toward my fort, checking out each of the men, along the way.

I had been lurking on bbrt, getting hard to bug chasing fiction on here and jerking off to verbal poz porn on tumblr for a couple of years before I finally took my first toxic plunge. It was just before my 30th birthday and I was in my prime, 6ft, boy next door good looks, tight gym body with a round peach of an ass covered in soft fair bum fluff. I was turning heads in the bar and clubs but I was finding safe and vanilla hook ups didn't do it for me anymore. The sight of a condom in person or in porn was an instant boner killer. I started spending more and more time fantasizing about getting knocked up and began chatting to guys on bbrt. I lived in a small city with an even smaller and discreet bareback scene, at the time there weren't many open bug chasers even on bbrt. I'd already been through a couple of profiles and chickened out on few meets and was finding it difficult to find verbal gift givers, most guys were undetectable and looking for the same. It was a Friday night and work had been a bitch that week. I picked up some weed and beers and settled in for a night of cruising for raw cock. I don't know what clicked in my mind that night, whether it was my looming 30th birthday, the shitty week in work or the disappointing sex of late but I knew that night I would finally let my neg hole be flooded with a toxic load. I was getting a nice buzz from the weed and beer and had some filthy porn on in the back round. It was the kind where the guys were all obviously poz and even implied in some scenes that Toxic tops were pozzing neg bottoms without outright saying it, it gave me an idea to take a different approach online. Logging onto BBRT, I edited my profile, taking out any overt references to being a bug chaser and changing my status to "ask me" instead of "don't know, don't care." If tops could stealth then I could be a stealth bottom and steal the strain I craved. Before I saw what I wanted. His profile described a hung top in his 50s, status "poz" not "undetectable" which really got my attention, and seemed to be close by. Perfect! I messaged him and unlocked all my pics. He got back to me straight away, turns out he was a stoner and was at home high and horny too. We got though all the online pleasantries quickly, he could host and was only a short walk from my place, we were sexually compatible and both up for meeting now. Neither of us asked or disclosed our status in the messages. I supposed he assumed I was poz and, like many others on the site, was being discreet. I asked him to unlock his pics, it was a formality on my part I knew I was ready to give up my hole to him from our brief exchange but it would be nice to get a look first. The notification came through and I nearly came there and then. I was greeted by pics of an obviously wasted body and what once would have been a handsome face but was now sunken and had lined cheeks, mouth and eyes that gave him the appearance of cheeky chappy who would rough me up. Hanging between his skin and bone legs was a veiny flaccid monster, there was more meat on his poz cock than any of his other limbs. He didn't have any fully erect pics but I didn't need to see any more. We swapped numbers, he texted his address and we arranged to meet. I hit the shower and while douching had precum dripping from the semi I had since seeing his pics. It was always at this point before where I would text with some lame excuse to cancel and go have a wank thinking about what could have been. This night was different, although my heart was pounding out of my chest it was with pure excitement not anxiety. My cock was hard the whole 15 minute walk to his place, my hole was twitching with anticipation and instead of any conflicted thoughts I was filled with a focused, frenzied desire to take this strangers poz, hopefully unmedicated cum in my neg cunt. I arrived at the address and text to let him know I was outside, minutes later he was opening the door and leading me to his "flat" at the top of the house. It was more of a efficiency, containing little more than a couch facing a TV, a small bed in the corner, and a kitchen alcove, and what at first glance appeared to be a closet was actually an en suite bathroom. As soon as we were in the door we embraced and kissed. He was somewhat shorter than my height, but the kiss we shared ignited something it both of us and we could both tell we were in for a good night. His frail, small body felt so warm in my arms and instantly put me at ease. We moved to the couch were a joint was waiting, from the first kiss we were never not touching one another, a hand on a knee, a stolen kiss, caressing our hard-ons through our jeans. We were obviously from different worlds but had an instant connection. We made some easy small talk and finished the joint while watching some porn which would not be needed to get me going. I moved off the couch onto my knees and unleashed his hard cock from his jeans. The virus might have done a number on his body and his face but his cock was pristine, a good nine inches with a slight upwards curve, a wet purple head covered in the softest foreskin. When I took it in my mouth I could feel the veins pumping, filled with the poison I was here to take home with me. I didn't take long for us to get naked and onto his bed, his skinny smooth body felt amazing on top of my muscled frame. We were wild for each other, I hadn't been this hard since I was a teenager. I knew it wouldn't be long before I had his toxic cum pumping deep in my hole. I lay back and began to finger my hole giving him a little show, the look on his face was priceless. He was the cat who got the cream, I imagined he couldn't believe his luck having a hot young guy ready to be fucked raw. How was he to know I was the one in absolute awe of him and the poz gift he was going to unknowingly give me. Soon I was flipped onto all fours with his tongue in my sweaty hole, I was moaning like a bitch in heat. He pulled me back to him and I kissed him from behind tasting my ass in his mouth. While we were making out he lined up that perfect poz cock with my neg boy pussy. I fell back into doggie style as he pushed into my wet hole. I was in heaven, I finally had a toxic cock inside me. I arched my back and backed up fully onto that monster, wordlessly letting him know there was no need to be gentle and he got the message and went to town on my greedy cunt. We bucked and fucked in perfect unison. I had a raging boner which I never normally had when getting fucked before, I was feeling new levels pleasure in my mind, hole and dick I had never felt before. I begged him to "breed my hole" and "give me his load" and he responded likewise. Amazingly in my state of bug chaser ecstasy I managed not to let out the usual poz buzz words and give away he was knocking me up, I doubt he would have cared at that stage but I wasn't taking any chances he would pull out. I began to feel his cock getting even harder in me and those tell tale pulses, he was about to cum. I started to squeeze my now loosened hole around his beautiful poz prick. I turned my head and met his eyes, gave him a cheeky smile and told him to "give it to me." He didn't need telling twice and started to slam into my neg cunt. I almost couldn't believe it - his more-than-likely toxic poz cum was going to flood my guts! Additionally, for the first time fucking had never before felt so right and free. I reached for my for my fully erect cock and with one stroke let loose the hardest longest orgasm I had ever felt, spurts and spurts of useless neg jizz landing on the bed spread. This set off a chain reaction in my cunt, he seemed to have an equal orgasm to mine. I felt spasm after spasm inside me, the precious gift deposited deep in me that I was going to try and hold onto, hopefully to regift if it took. He pulled out and I turned around to clean off his cock, licking his sweaty balls, taking in the smell of him, moving my tongue up his torso to his lips and fell back onto the bed in a euphoric embrace. We lay there in after glow bliss kissing and caressing each other, running our hands up our spines inducing those after cum shivers I love. I felt reborn anew lying there, a new clarity had come over me, gone was the indecisiveness and the shame. I had made fantasy reality and it was more than I could have imagined. There was no going back. I knew now for certain I was meant to convert, it was my destiny to be free, to be a poz cum dump. The whole hook up had seemed to fly by but I checked my phone and a couple of hours had passed by, we were both spent and called it a night, agreeing to do it again soon. I was overjoyed leaving and now I was grinning like the cat who got the poison cream. I left my unwitting gifter with a passionate kiss on the doorstep and practically skipped home with his dirty load inside my ass. Several weeks later I came down with a nasty flu. I had to take a sick day from work it was so bad. Still being a horny bastard and bored at home I logged into bbrt and saw him online. He must have noticed me online as I got a text message from him looking for a hook up. I told him I was sick and decided to bring up the fact that I was neg, I asked if he thought there might be a change he could have pozzed me. He text back that there could be, he had health complications and wasn't always 100% with his meds, hence his "poz" status on bbrt. He seemed to worry then and responded with apologies, I told him not to worry that it was what I wanted I knew what I was doing. He replied by text that he presumed I was poz because "Poz guys are always amazing in bed." Turns out he was right.

Part VIII I awake with a start and look at my watch and find find I have actually only been asleep a few minutes and only been at the park for maybe two hours. My head is on my first fuckers shoulder and as I start to get fully awake I find that his hard cock is against my ass crack. As I turn my head to look over my shoulder he is looking back at me and his cock slides down lower and is entering my wide open sloppy, cum filled hole again. I can't move away and can only move my ass back at him allowing his cock in deep. In just a few seconds he is pounding my ass mercilessly again. I can only moan my pleasure. He whispers in my ear that he is ready to fill me again and I feel his cock expand and throb. He is filling me full again of his poz cum and my own cock erupts at the same time. I am now fully awake and in full on panic mode, trying to figure out what the hell I am doing. Two days in a row, getting my formerly straight, virgin ass filled with HIV+ cum and I can't seem to stop myself. I jump off the table wide eyed at what I have done. Cum runs out of my ass and down my legs as I grab for my clothes. I then collapse on the bench in total turmoil. I reach down between my legs and lift them and feel the cum loads flowing out of my ruined ass with my fingers. I look and can see it is a lot and has even got some red streaks in it that has to be my own blood and I cannot figure out what to do. The guy has already gotten up and left the tent, leaving me alone. I get dressed and head out of the tent. The many guys there are in full on party mode it seems and drinking and several are fucking on blankets on the ground while others are watching and cheering them on. Looks very festive, but I just head to my car and start for home to try and figure out what I have become and what to do.

PART 4: I had not even been in DC for a week and here I was ready to be a gangbang-train run-slut whore-raw bottom for any dick that paid $20 at the city’s biggest sex party. If my friends could only see me now - HA! Garrett - my new landlord/employer/fuck buddy led me to the warehouse/parking garage he owned where the sex party was going to be. We stopped in an alley between the warehouse and a few apartment buildings that faced Rhode Island Ave. He leered at me, held out a brown bottle of coke, had me sniff up, then asked, “WANT A QUICK LOAD UP THAT ASS BEFORE WE GO IN? BEFORE YOU BECOME THE QUEEN - APOLOGIES - THE KING OF SPEED BREEDING? IS THAT ASS READY?” Garrett’s ugly troll dick spewed thick sludge like a sewer pipe and I was tempted to ask if I could stay there in the alley to get fucked, but sighed when he insisted we go on in. The place seemed deserted, but as we walked towards the front, I saw people setting things up - running wires, stocking basic bars, dumping bags of ice into chests full of cans of beer, and more. Garrett explained as he gave me the grand tour, “These parties started out small. Some little basement up off Florida Ave, but after I bought this place, I offered to go in as a partner with the guy who does most of the organizing, and it didn’t take long to literally blow up. This is a warehouse/old parking garage, so lot’s of great spaces to use. We get all the DC queens, but guys come in from Virginia, down from Maryland and Baltimore, fuck we even have some die hards from Philly who come spend the weekend. There’s music, drinks, places to sit and chill and smoke or snort like that area with the couches - and this bed - one of my prize finds - gets a lot of action, but most of it is for show. You get a few die-hard sex hounds who enjoy fucking in front of everyone. Just like that tub over there by the bathroom - that’s for the piss pigs. This is the one night you can find the leather men from the Eagle, the sweater queens from JR’s, the dance queens from Southwest, the street trade from the Fire Place, the sleazy boys from the Green Lantern, all mingling in one place.” A few of the men setting up paused to look at us as we walked by. A couple smiled in a way I would come to learn meant they wanted some raw ass and were down for anything quick and dirty. Garrett clearly knew everyone, but was focused on the tour. I was impressed, even more so when he said, “I clear more money just from the door charge than most of the bars in Dupont do in two weeks. Add in the drinks and other ‘extras’ and that’s another four weeks easy.” I tried to quickly run the numbers in my head and while I did not know what total sales were for all those bars, I knew about what Garrett pulled in at the one where I met him where he was majority owner - damn! We walked up a ramp to an area where there was basically nothing and Garrett explained, “This is the ‘back room’. No lights get turned on up here. There’s a little ambient light from those top windows, but barely enough to see your hand in front of your face. For those guys who can’t loosen up to play around down below, they eventually find their way up here. I know more than one sweater queen who got more than he bargained for when he wandered into the wrong group of guys fresh from the Eagle up here.” I asked if he was worried about the cops raiding the place or anyone getting seriously hurt. “No, not really,” Garrett said. “I know all the cops around here and several of them will work security for the party when they are off duty. I also have a few other guys who wander around, keeping an eye on things, and if on the rare chance someone doesn’t like what is happening fuck this place is crawling with people so easy enough to step away.” My mouth must have been hanging open as I stared around at the ‘back room’, the stains on the floor, imaging all the cum and man sweat that would be shot in here soon. Then I asked, “If you have all this, then why would anyone pay for Speed Breeding? I mean, it sounds like there is plenty of ass here if people want it.” Garrett handed me the bottle of cocaine as he lit a cigarette and shook head, “Yeah, of course. But like I said, a lot of what happens is just looking, touching, a quick suck here and there. People come for the ‘possibility’ of the taboo - few actually have the balls to jump into the deep end. That’s why I have Speed Breeding. True, it’s a little extra cash, but for a lot of guys, all the drinking, teasing, and stimuli would leave them so frustrated they would never come back so I make sure they can get a release. Speaking of - get on your knees and suck my dick while I finish my smoke.” I was slobbering his dick, jacking mine, silently begging for him to shoot in my mouth. He flicked his cigarette butt against the wall, stepped back, I asked, “Can you cum?” He laughed and said, “Not yet. But I will - maybe. You know there’s going to lots of pretty young ass prancing around here tonight and I do so enjoy corrupting the innocent.” Back down on the main level we worked our way through the various areas being set up to the other end of the warehouse/parking garage. Garrett pointed back the way we had come, “Down at the end closer to 15th Street is where cars would enter and that side door is where everyone comes in. Always good to have a line out front as no one wants to go in someplace that’s dead. I also will have porn playing down there just off to the side so that as people come in they hear the sounds of sex. Make them think there is a lot going on. I first tried having the VIP area down there and the Speed Breeding, but works out better this way. Just up there - the end closer to the 14th Street - is the EXIT. This is the VIP area …” Garrett held the door open to what appeared to a couple of old offices. The windows had been covered with black paint. It was very dim and already smoky as the guys doing the set up were all smoking. The guys were all eye candy too and seemed to represent the various groups from a guy in chaps to a preppy guy and more. Through the next room was a door that led into a hall and on each side of the hall was another office. The windows facing into the hall had been painted black. There was a small bed in each room, stacks of paper towel rolls, a garbage can, a small ice chest, a chair, a small TV playing porn with a stack of porn videos beside it, an ashtray, a mirror for cocaine and a few straws, poppers, an assortment of bottles of lube - but clearly absent - no condoms. What I assumed was a closet was actually a toilet and hand basin. “These are the Speed Breeding rooms,” Garrett explained. “While folks may want sleazy, for $20 they expect more than a corner with a shower curtain hung up in front. The process is simple. I have a guy who sits at the hall door at the front there. He collects the money and the men walk into whatever room is free. There is no choosing - they get whatever ass is available - yours or C.O.’s boy. When you shut the door, there is a red bulb that turns on in the hallway and in the room and a timer starts. They get 5 minutes. When the timer runs out both lights go off. My guys will give them a few seconds to get dressed, but then they will open the door if the have to and send them on their way. They can do whatever they want for that 5 minutes - have you tell them a nursery rhyme for all I care, but the goal is to get them to have fun and let loose - literally.” I nodded, understanding. Garrett reminded me, “Remember it’s all about the taboo, the risk. Some guys may want it totally dark - some may want you to suck them first - but 5 minutes goes by awful fast. See that lit box under the red bulb? That’s an old flip timer my electrical guy installed in both rooms - got it from a bank or something. It will count down from 5 minutes so you can keep an eye on the time and speed things along if you need to. Here - let me show you.” Garrett closed the door, the red bulb went on casting a devilish glow, and the timer started to count down from 5:00 with a CLICK as the metallic number tabs turned and the gears whirred; 4:59 CLICK; 4:48 CLICK; 4:57 - fuck that was going to get annoying. Garrett pointed at the timer, “5 minutes to get your ass loaded. Most of the guys will blow in 30 seconds, but if you feel like a guy is not there, ease off, wait out the timer, tell him to circle back around and you will be happy to given him another 5 minutes - for another $20 of course. Be that naked, hungry cum dump I know you are and work those fucking dicks and get their loads. A few rules: If you need to let any of it out, use the toilet there but tell my guys you need a minute, leave the door open and make it quick; Same if you need to snort some lines, drink, or whatever; Don’t drink anything unless it’s from a can you opened and don’t let it sit around so no one slips anything into it - same with the cocaine; There’s a box by the door for TIPS right by the chair and whatever gets put in there is extra and for you only; See the walls here? They only go up to 7-feet so everything that goes on in here can be heard in the main VIP room - faintly - but it can be heard - so the sounds of fucking will get you more dick for sure; The first few hours may be a little slow but things will really start picking up by midnight and then it gets balls crazy from there until 4:00 AM when we have to ‘technically’ close; Don’t leave the room. I need you boys here the whole time; I will have a guy at the other end of the hall so when the men are done fucking, he guides them out that way as the next ones come in the front. They can leave if they want, or come back, or go back to the main event. With your ass I expect you will have a few repeats as I always get a couple perverts - like myself - that hits its early and then again later; and Finally, if you feel for any reason that something’s not right like the guy is too drunk, or gets rough - not play rough, but you know like want to hurt you rough, or anything at all you just holler and both my guys will be in here in seconds. The doors don’t lock. “Give me your keys to the house and anything else you got on you. OK, Any questions?” Garrett asked as he lit a cigarette and absently stroked his bulging troll dick through his pants. I stepped to the door, pulled it open slightly, the red light shut off, the timer whirred and clicked back to 5:00, I shut the door firmly, the red light came back on, CLICK, the timer started. I stepped over to Garrett, unzipped his pants, and started sucking his dick like my life depended on it. “OH JESUS,” he said as he guided my head with his left hand while holding his cigarette in his right. I had not swallowed his cum before and I wanted to taste it - to taste that dirty semen and to have his cum coating my throat for the rest of the night. “SWALLOW THAT FUCKING LOAD - SWALLOW IT ALL - GET EVERY DIRTY DROP - OH CHRIST!” Garrett proclaimed. A few more contractions of my mouth and I eased back, stood up, wiped the spittle and dick juice from the corners of my mouth, looked at the timer - 2:15 - then to Garrett and asked, “Feel better?” He just shook his head, sighed as he stuffed his dick back in his pants, “Ah the eagerness of youth,” he said as if that explained everything. His load was ashy, earthy, sour, and thick and I told myself I wanted more of that sometime too, but now time for business. I followed Garrett as he completed one last walk around. There was just under an hour before they would open the doors and start letting guys in. He introduced me to the host of the event, several of the guys who worked there, and then about 30 minutes out C.O.’s boy Kip showed up. There was just something about Kip. We didn’t click the first time I met him and not then either. I did smile though knowing I had pleased his pimp, C.O., and thinking about the BBC gangbang C.O. had taken me to and then him fucking me in Garrett’s backyard made me horny as hell and raring to go. I stepped away from the group, turned into a corner, did a huge snort out of the brown bottle and told Garrett I was going to go get ready. The music had cranked up, voices were louder, sounds of a party wound and weaved through the warehouse/parking garage to where I was near the VIP section. The big guy sitting out front collecting the $20 fee didn’t give me his name, but seemed nice enough, told me he would take care of me, and I could not help but eye the bulge in his crotch. The guy who sat at the back end looked like C.O. at first - rough, street looking dude - and in the dim light I could see he was tall, stocky, and the small glare from his smoke showed a full beard. As I approached he got off his stool, towering over me, set his cigarette in an ashtray placed on another stool beside him and said, “May I help you?” He then looked up the hall to the front and I turned and saw Kip leaning out of his room who then yelped and ducked back in. “I just wanted to introduce myself,” I said, “I’m helping Garrett out and….” He didn’t take my offered hand and just noted, “I know who you are.” I turned to go, paused, then sort of stumbled back a step right into the man. I innocently turned my head as I slid my shorts down and quietly said, “No one’s around yet. You want to fuck me?” OK, I am usually not - OK, I am NEVER, that bold, but between the cocaine, the nutt in my ass from earlier, the taste of Garrett’s second load in my mouth, the anticipation of what was to come, I needed my hole poked. His calloused black hand came around my throat, pulled me tight against his body, his denim jeans doing nothing to hide the steel pipe shaft snaking down his right thigh, “YOU TEASING THE WRONG MAN BOY,” he growled, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - ASS OR PUSSY - EITHER ONE AND IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL. I AIN’T PLAYIN. I TAKE WHAT’S MINE. ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE, YOU’D BE SCREAMING YOUR REGRETS RIGHT NOW. BUT MY MAN’S BEEN GOOD TO ME AND MINE SO I’M NOT FUCKING WITH HIS SHIT. TONIGHT’S HIS BUSINESS AND YOU NEED TO DO YOUR PART AND I’LL DO MINE.” With a grunt he released me, sat back down on the stool, picked up his smoke, and smiled at me through the haze. I boldly reached out and ran my fingers up and down the dark outlines of his manhood and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle my business. But when the party’s over, I may need someone to walk me home.” With that invite hanging - along with his ginormous BBC - I went down the hall to my Speed Breeding room, got naked, sat on the bed, snorted a few lines of cocaine, jacked my dick, put some porn on and waited for my first John. I was lost in a movie when the light grew dimmer, the door closed, the red bulb turned on and the timer started - CLICK. The man was short, balding, paunchy, had on glasses, and leered at me with a snaggle toothed smile. I smiled back. I stood up, bent over the bed, and he said, “Oh no, no no. Kiss me.” What? I turned and looked at him. His physical looks didn’t really bother me - hell as a bottom the ‘ugliest’ tops were some of the best fucks - but this guy was effeminate too. It took me a second to remember the saying the guys in Texas used to blurt, “HE OPENED HIS MOUTH AND A STRING OF PEARLS FELL OUT!” or some shit like that. I just was not into fem guys. Clearly I had discovered I had few limits, and a broad range of men I would let fuck me, but this? This was too much. CLICK - the fucking timer. I looked at him, the mirror full of coke, snorted some lines, stood up, and leaned down and kissed the little man as he touched my dick. I had to be the aggressor and slid my tongue between his small, dry cracked lips. He moaned - CLICK. I reached down to touch his dick, “No, no, no. Kiss me.” OK, whatever. Back to his mouth - CLICK. My tongue darted in his mouth. I reached up and held his head - CLICK. I flicked my tongue side to side and up and down - CLICK. He moaned. I added some spit - CLICK. I explored his teeth - CLICK. He pulled back and shook, shivered, and had a small convulsion. Fuck was he having a heart attack? A dark stain appeared on the front of his Khakis. Damn - he just blew his load! The man turned, yanked the door open, and scurried down the hall like a rabbit with a fox on its tail. The big black man - fuck I still didn’t know his name, calmly pushed the EXIT door open, the small man hurried through, then the door was shut. I waved for the black guy to come to the room as I furtively looked to the front and saw the guy who took the cash but no one else waiting. “What the fuck was that?” I asked. The black guy looked at my white skin, reached out and circled my pink nipple as he licked his lips. He smiled. I crossed my hands over my chest and said, “What? Now you want to fuck me?” He just shook his head and went back to his post. I snorted some more coke and waited. The door to my room was slightly further down the hall than Kip’s. I heard his door open, a man walk by who looked at me and smiled as he slicked his hair back and left. Kip’s door closed. OK, tonight was not off to a great start. I didn’t have to wait long for my first load: The next guy that came in was a little drunk for sure, but had a nice, thick uncut dick and like Garrett predicted, he cummed in my ass within about a minute of sticking it in. I had barely lubed my hole up before he got behind me, shoved, pumped, and spurted. A few more guys came through, each much like the last, nothing special to remember except hot nutt in my ass and not one of them asked about safe sex, or a condom, or status. The next guy though - fuck I had to stop and sort several lines of cocaine just to deal with him. Fucking high maintenance. He wanted more light, less light, not that video, did I have condoms, how many loads had I taken? What was my status? Did I know the importance of safe sex? I barely saw his dick before the timer stopped - thank God. When he left I motioned to the guy taking the money and told him, “I will not deal with that asshole again.” That’s all I had to say. More coke, more raw dick, more cum. The music seemed louder, the voices sharper, the shadows darker - damn I was fucked up. Sad though as I barely felt the fucks. I mean nothing against the guys at all, all seemed like nice dicks, but nothing so special that it cut through the high, made my ass ache after, or made me wish I was theirs to take home. That all changed when he walked in. HOLY SHIT! WHAT WAS HE DOING HERE? I had just finished using the closet toilet and wiped the man spooge out of my crack when I sat back on the bed, snorted some lines, and looked up. He walked in, shut the door, unbuttoned his pants and with them around his ankles turned around and stopped - it was one of my friends. One of the guys I had stayed with when I first came to DC. His eyes got wide - he mumbled and fumbled trying to pull his pants up. I stepped over to him, he stood up, I grabbed his dick and stroked and asked, “You trying to fuck or what?” So the backstory recap on why this was weird: The guy who just walked in - I will call him Mr. M - he and I were bar friends, pool table buddies. Nice guy. Big executive in a multinational company, but married and just ‘coming out’. Sort of. Mr. L - who would become his lover - was someone we all met the same night at the bar. He was new to the neighborhood, we asked him to play pool with us, he and Mr. M spent the night together and the rest was wedded bliss. Well things got weird when Mr. M asked me to let Mr. L have one of the spare rooms at my house. He was living in a bad place, had to get out ASAP. Sure, no problem. Well when Mr. L moved in we became friends, sort of best friends I thought. Mr. M seemed a little jealous at times and even once accused me (while at the bar drunk) of sleeping with his new lover Mr. L - which never happened. We were friends. Not my type. I was helping someone out in need, blah blah blah. Anyways, things were just always a little weird after that. Mr. M and Mr. L became a hot power couple, moved to DC, we kept in touch, when my life went to hell they invited me to stay with them but Mr. M always still seemed a little surly. Now here I was, buck-naked and Mr. M had his dick hanging out. They always said they were monogamous, but fuck - I didn’t give a shit. If he was here, he wanted to fuck. I spit in my hand, pressed Mr. M against the wall as I pushed back on his dick and rode his shaft for all I was worth. It took me close to 4 minutes, but he cummed in my ass then quickly wiped his dick off and left. HA! I watched Mr. M practically run out the back door. The black guy at the back looked at me - I looked up front and no one was watching - I stepped into the hall, bent over and spread my cheeks so he could see the fresh load of cum coating my ass pussy. I smiled and walked back into the room, his low growl echoing over the music and sounds of the party. The next few hours were a bit of a blur - too much cocaine. There was a guy who I thought must have been homeless from his stink but he had a huge dick that stretched me good, so I was happy. A couple jock Daddy types who seemed to enjoy fucking rough. Another dude who insisted I find a condom and finally I flung the door open and shoved him into the hall - end of that. Overall the night was OK - not great - but OK. Frankly I had a much better time at the BBC gangbang a few nights prior. Those men were ALL well hung. They fucked with no strings, no drama, and all they wanted was a raw hole to cum in. Drugs, drink, smoke, all on deck along with balls to the wall hardcore fucking. The VIPs at this sex party were just a bit too tame and vanilla for my tastes. Yeah I looked the vanilla part, and could play a JR’s ‘sweater queen’ on TV, but inside I was more of an Eagle slut, or BBC hood slut. I heard there was a bar called Bachelor’s Mill where the BBC went, but the BBC there were only into black holes – not pink ones. Sigh! Garrett was in the tiny doorway of the closet toilet. He handed me a wad of bills and smiled, “From your TIP box,” he said. I blushed, took the cash, not sure exactly where to put it so handed it back to him and said, “Can you…..” Another voice interrupted us as a black hand snatched the cash, took the keys to my apartment Garrett was holding, and as Garrett stepped back, smiling like the twisted fucker he was, the black guy I had teased earlier filled the doorway and said, “HIS PARTY IS OVER. MINE IS JUST BEGINNING. YOU READY FOR SOME BBC SLOW, DEEP, ROUGH BREEDING? NONE OF THIS SPEEDY SHIT - I PLAN TO TAKE MY TIME OPENING THAT ASS PUSSY UP AND FILLING YOU WITH NICCA NUTT” (*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 was super excited to see what Luke had prepared for me. I knew it was going to be good but I can’t say I wasn’t hoping it would surpass the other boys because that would just make it the best thing ever for me, and though I cared about and loved all these boys di for me, this was my fantasy playing out. I was half hard already from the sales clerk trying to tempt me and me knowing he would be a hungry cumslut the next time I came to the store. But knowing Luke had prepared a cum sloppy feast that he thought would win him this contest had me speeding faster than I probably should have. About halfway there my phone started ringing. I looked down and it was Jake. So I answered it. “Whats up Jake? Are you keeping your fingers out of your hole for me?” I said as I pushed the send button. As soon as I started to listen I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex in the background. “Yes david, my plug is firmly in place. I haven’t touched it, and I am wearing the tight vinyl shorts to catch anything that might leak out.” “And this is why I keep you slutty boys around.” “Thank you sir” “Is there a reason you called Jake?” As I hear this I hear a scream in the background. “Yeah, the ad has produced some really rough fuckers, He just had a trucker with a PA fuck hell out of him and he has been crying for about 15 minutes.” “Did the trucker cum in him?” “Yeah, three times” “Has Gabe asked to stop?” “No, but he is sore, I can tell” “Do we know the guy plowing him now?” “It’s Jesse from the gas station.” “oh good, he will rough him up good and leave one huge load in that hole. Do me a favor put Gabe on the phone, Jesse won’t mind. Actually get behind him and slide a finger or two in with Jesse’s dick after you give Gabe the phone. I wanna hear them go in.” “Yes Sir” I hear some shuffling and the constant twacking of skin as I know Gabe is getting plowed. And then I hear some sniffles and whines as the phone gets to Gabes ear. “Jake was concerned about you Gabe, he said you were crying. Are you wanting to stop?” “NO sir, I don’t want to quit you david. This body makes you happy. This dripping hole keeps you happy. I wanna do everything to keep you happy.” I can hear his tears, the uncomfortable whine in his voice, and the pain of every deep thrust he is taking. “Well I don’t want to ruin your hole. I just want it well used, cum filled, and maybe leaking a little jizz.” “I know sir, that is what I am….oh fuck!” he yelled and then gasped. “oh yeah I told Jake to add a few fingers and make sure u were stretching properly. Do u want him to stop?” Through more tears and whining I heard Gabe say, “No, sir. I wanna make u happy.” “Well your noises are keeping me hard to go fuck your brother Luke. So I am very happy right now.” “Thank you sir.” I hear Jesse's growl starting in the background. “oh you are about to get a massive load shot up that well worn ass. Now I need u to bear down hard on that massive dick and do ur best to keep all that cum in.” “Yes, sir.” He says in a whine. “Fuck it hurts a LOT sir.” “It’s almost over Gabe, try to swallow his dick with your ass and make him feel good like u would for me.” I can hear Jesse's growl getting louder. And then a howl and I know he is erupting into my boy. The dick super swelling in Gabe to deliver the flood that is Jesse's load makes Gabe gasp in more pain as the spunk paints the already cummy walls that are now Gabe’s guts. “Good boy Gabe, now clean his dick and swallow his after sex piss. If u can manage not to spill a drop u can stop taking any more cocks past what is already waiting for u. And give the phone back to Jake.” “Yes sir.” Gabe groans into the phone. As the last grunts of Jesse's mind numbing orgasm passes the phone is handed over. All I can think is how much Jesse loves fucking destroyed hole almost as much as I do, but he likes destroying them more than I do. And then I hear Jake on the line, “Yes David?” “Is there anyone waiting for Gabes hole?” “Not at the moment, we had hit a bit of a dry spell, I was gonna long dick him myself till I find someone.” “I made a deal with him, if he can drink all of Jesse’s after sex piss without missing any he can stop.” “Shit david, Luke can barely do that and he is practically a piss vacuum.” “I know, but hopefully Gabe is motivated. Either way get the large green plug ready for him. If he succeeds plug him up, leather speedo and set him next to the pool. If he fails, long dick him till u find around 3 more. Then plug and pool. I'm almost home but Luke is waiting for me.” “Got it boss"

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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.

I take a ton of anonymous loads and I was wondering what you guys would do. I never ask them who they are unless they are an amazing fuck and I want it again.

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!

Part 3 I knew i was unlikely to last long with the sight in front of me and how good it felt having his warm tight hole wrapped round my dick, not to mention how risky it was here at work - what i'd always wanted to do. I was rocking back and forward with short deliberate strokes. I decided I didn't want to make him ask me to stop, but to be fair he seemed in a world of his own. I was actually worried it might be too noisy, so i pushed his head into the desk and steadied myself on his muscular back gradually sinking my dick further inside him. "Scott that feels, fuck, oh man, wow" was all he said. "You horny fuck" was my reply. I stopped briefly to look at my cock driving in his hole, I don't think i'd ever been this hard. "Mate, i'm gonna cum soon, it feels too good" i told him, but he was just moaning so i fired off 6 or 7 ropes of poz cum deep in his guts. I collapsed on his sweaty back as he was bent over the desk, both of us just panting. Gradually my dick slipped out of his hole and i felt some of my cum land on my foot. He turned round but wasn't looking at me as he sat on the desk chair and started to put his sock back on. I admired his body some more and that sexy messed up hair, those fit thighs as he rested his foot on the chair. Then i noticed the pool of cum on the desk, he'd shot his load while I fucked his cute ass, holy fuck! I hadn't noticed him wanking... We both got dressed pretty quickly and he left the office without saying anything. I started to worry a bit how this was going to pan out and we had another few hours left on shift, plus the rest of the week. But then I saw the little wet patch of my cum he'd left on the desk chair and started to feel horny about it all again. I'd stealth fucked a poz load into the guy but i resolved not to tell him and work out how I could persuade him to come back for seconds. I mean it must have felt good, he was a horny young foot freak so he'd probably be a bit weird but come around the next time he got horny. He came back to the office about half an hour later when some customers arrived, he leant over the desk to pass them some equipment they were borrowing and I couldn't help but perve on that ass i knew was full of my poz cum. I'd decided I'd tell him how good it was before we finished for the night so we'd confronted it before tomorrow. The rest of the shift was busy but i was probably semi throughout as I couldn't get it out of my mind. I had to have him again. I had to make him my sexy fuck bud and work out some of the fantasies running through my mind, plus he couldn't be totally innocent given how easy it was to set him off. "Ok so is it ok if i head off now" said Seb as it got to 9:30. "Can i just see you for a second" i said and nodded toward the gym cupboard and away from where the cleaners were working. He headed off a bit hesitantly but when the door had closed something snapped in my mind and i grabbed his dick without warning "i enjoyed that before and I know you did too you horny fucker, i'm happy to keep it a secret if you are, we've all got needs". "I, er, I have a thing for feet is all" he said. "If you tell me honestly it didn't feel good having my dick up your ass i'll never mention it again" i replied. "I'll give you tonight to think about it, if you decide you want my dick again I want you here tomorrow on time barefoot in my office, then i'll know your answer" and i opened the door to let him out...

It was back in January. I found the guy on Squirt. He messaged saying he wanted to unload in a hot mouth or a tight ass and I was happy to offer both. I went to his apartment. We didn't say much. He led me to his room and we took our clothes. I got down on my knees and started sucking his cock, which was already getting hard. He was uncut, about 8 inches long, and a good thickness. He laid down on the bed and I straddled his legs as I kept sucking him. I was taking him as far down my throat as I could, drooling all over him. In between sucks, I spat on my fingers, and started working my fuckhole to get it ready for him. I was getting hard from sucking him and I was loving the taste of his precum, but I needed to get my ass filled and I couldn't wait anymore. I crawled up his body and positioned myself above him, held his cock steady and eased it into my hole, with just my spit for lube. It felt so good going in. Once he was balls deep I sat still to appreciate how full I felt. Then I started riding him hard, moaning and breathing hard. After a few minutes like that he wanted to switch positions. He had me lay on my back and put my legs on his shoulders as he pounded me hard and fast till he shot a huge load deep inside me. I got dressed and headed home. I kept that load inside me the rest of the day.

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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.

I'm a married guy in smaller tourist town in Florida. My play with guys is limited to daytime action and they have to host. My wife is around all the time. After awhile, hosting tops seem to just not be around or the timing just doesn't work. Plus I'm not really into repeats unless the guy is something extra special. From my few posts here, you can tell I'm into my married guys that like to lay back and be serviced. On occasion I rent a hotel room for the day. Go for the lower priced, cheap sleazy feel; sure adds to atmosphere. Then run an ad on CL, lookin for tops. Sometimes I just leave the door ajar and wait naked on my knees and service their cocks. Other times, I'll be on my knees on the bed with my ass ready to be bred. 90% of the takers are married guys at lunch or on their way home. Rarely are they nto anal and just want BJs. I can try though. The other day decided I wanted to do a hotel glory hole. Have done that in the past with a bed sheet and hole. That works but wanted something a bit more masculine. Got a heavy canvas tarp, did a nice size hole like in an ABS, trimed it out with duct tape. Got that thing hung between the bath and the sink area of the motel room. Got about 3 responses in the first hour and this was at 10 in the morning. Got the room number to those guys. Told them door would be ajar. If they wanted, they could leave ajar and another guy might come in; up to them. Told guys in the response that if door was locked, they'd need to hang outside until someone left, just walk in when someone walked out. First guy showed and shut door. From what I could see young guy. His stats said he was 23. Nice 6 inch cock and low hangers. No chit chat, he puts through the hole. I've got a nice little step stool to sit on, so I'm comfortable and ready to spend some quality time on this nice cock. Do one deep throat move on the guy and he goes...OMG, and starts spewing cum all over the place. Those pants are pulled up and he's out of there. Guess it was a bit much for him. Thought maybe someone would be waiting to come in but no one entered. Got on my phone and saw a got was emailing from the parking lot asking if it was ok to come up. Wrote him back to come on up. Made a dash for the door to get it ajar and back into my cubby hole. Door opens, gets shut and then I don't hear anything. I'm thinking WTF. Then this voice just says, suck my dick long enough to get it slick and then show me your ass. I just meekly respond back, yes Sir. I can't see the guy's face, he has some type of khaki uniform pants. He peels off his shirt and there's a nice hairy chest. He pull his pants down and here's these white boxer shorts . Those come down and I'm presented a swelling, sweaty, uncut, full bush cock. I stick my hand out to pull it closer and he steps back saying I'll get it when he's ready. He there for a minute or so just slow stroking putting on a nice show. He sticks his fingers in the hole a few times and tells me to smell him and to lick his fingers. damn they stunk like a sweaty uncut cock. I'm thinking I'm not in the mood for this but then I notice my cock is really hard and dripping. I get off my comfy stool and get on my knees. Now I'm at the hole saying Sir please may I taste your cock. Al the while my brain is going, how do I get rid of this guy. He finally get close enough for my tongue to touch the tip. He lets me rim his piss slit, the slowly he lets me have the head. The only thing he says is don't touch it with your hand. As things progress that cock keeps going down my throat and I'm now getting face fucked and precum is flowing from him and me. Then he just stops, pulls out of my mouth, steps back and says, "show me your hole." Frankly, I'm a mess at this point. The idea of sucking this mans sweaty cock in my little fantasy world is getting me to the edge. But I get up, turn around and put my ass up to the hole. I hear some spitting and I'm thinking I need to turn around and get some lube in my hole. When I try that, he orders me back to the hole. Then his finger is in there playing around and massaging. Gad, he's going to be gentle. He probes around with an experienced hand, massages my prostrate, then compliments me on having a clean hole. Nest thing that head is penetrating my hole. He pushes in and out few times, pulls out, spits some more. This goes on for several minutes. I'm enjoying the hell out of it. The he just says, I've been patient with you....here it comes. With one solid push he jams tha entire cock into me ass. I'm buring up and on fire. I start begging him to stop but this has turned into a rape, dry fuck. I could pull off and bring an end to my misery but my cock is leaking cum like I'm cumming. My hole starts opening up and then all of a sudden the guy says, "see, now you're open up you're going to enjoy this. " He told me turn around, suck his cock more and this time get it really lubed up. I did as I was told. Hell when he put his cock through the hole, there was pink blood on it. He had ripped me open. I licked myself off him, made sure I really got spit on his cock. He tells me to turn around again. I've got my ass presented, I'm braced against the bathtub and then he pushes in with one solid movement. He's thrusting full force, his cock starts to feel even bigger, then out of nowhere this warm flow starts to fill my ass, he's still pumping asway full force and hard as ever. But now, I'm fully lubed up, his cock is feeling great, the pain is gone. He gives me about 10 more strokes and pulls out. I blurt out, thank you sir. He just says, turn around bitch and clean my cock. He presents his cock through the hole with cum and blood on it. I dutifully lick him clean. While I'm squatted down his load is leaking out of me. I'm overwhelmed ans satiated. He pulls up his pants, puts on his shirt and walks out the door. He yells back, hey there's two guys out here, want me to send them in. I say, No Sir, no one can be better than you. At that point I sat there in my room alone, door locked, and jerked myself off with a load shooting out like never before.

Every time I've had sex at an Interstate Rest Area I promise myself I will never do it again. Too much risk of getting caught and the sex is usually marginal. Once again I broke that promise. Tonight I slipped on a pair of loose soccer shorts and a tank and headed out. Upon arrival I kinda lingered by vending machines to see who looks like a possible trick. First few Men didn't pan out but finally a guy looked at the bulge in my shorts and smiled. He was a typical guy you'd expect trolling a public area. I followed him into a stall, sucked him and ultimately I got fucked and a load of cum up my ass. I always feel an enormous wave of pride afterwards and tonight was no exception.

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.

First Dirty Fuck from a Nasty Cowboy Top: (True story but CAUTION – part way through includes scene with forced dirty/grimey/SCAT fuck and CAUTION CAUTION is noted in the text to alert any readers who do not wish to see that part of the story) I was in Houston for a few weeks doing some work and staying at a motel just off the freeway and south of downtown on the 59 Freeway. There was an adult video store in a strip mall near the intersection of Bellaire and Hillcrest that had some booths in the back. No glory holes, but the doors locked and I had heard it might be a good place to find some action. My first night in town I had some beer and was feeling good and buzzed and horny as hell and decided to go see what trouble I could get into at the video store. I had only recently started barebacking and a buddy of mine had told me that the video stores were a good place to find guys who would fuck raw. It was fairly quiet, not much was going on, and I was about ready to go when I saw this older guy who was in his 40s from what I could tell, who had on jeans, cowboy boots, a big buckled belt, cowboy hat, medium cropped beard and mustache, and a thick wad of tobacco under his lip – total country redneck look. He was about 6’1 and over 200, and as I liked tops bigger than me I started to follow him around. The cowboy did not seem all that interested in me or anything else going on for that matter, so I went back to a booth and watched some movies. I had decided to give up and leave when the door opened and the cowboy guy looked in, looked around the hall, then stepped in my booth and locked the door. He didn’t say anything, just stood there watching the video and started rubbing his crotch. I went over, kneeled in front of him, and started licking his dick through his jeans and soon had a nice wet spot going. He took off his belt, laid it on the bench, opened up his jeans and slid them down. He was not wearing underwear and out popped this big old, uncut dick, which was not even fully hard yet. My head was full of the odor of unwashed dick, piss, and sweat, mixed in with the smell of cigarettes, weed, and beer that was coming off him. He just kept staring at the video so I rolled the skin back on his dick and started to lick around the head. The head was HUGE! Most guys their head is smaller and their dick tapers and gats fatter closer to the shaft. Not him, it was big and blunt at the end and just as fat as the rest of his dick and I could barely get my mouth around it. When I tried sucking I gagged a little, which turned him on as he grabbed my head and started pumping my throat, making me gag even more as he got fully hard, about 9 inches and wicked thick. Spit was running out of my mouth, my throat hurt as he hit the back with every thrust, my eyes were burning, and me knees were sore. I managed to pull of his hard dick and stood up to catch my breath and wipe my face off. The cowboy just kept watching the video, but then after a minute turned me to face the screen, reached around and unbuttoned my denim shorts, pushed my shorts down, and pushed me to bend over. I wiggled the bottle of poppers out of my pocket and started to hit them thinking he was just going to jerk off on my back as that seemed to be all he was doing. But, then I heard him spit, felt of a wad of juice in my ass crack, and he slid his fingers up and down my ass then shoved two in my hole. I jumped a little, but pushed back and then realized he meant to fuck and did not think there was anyway I could take that huge head. I stood up to turn around to tell him so and he just pushed me back over with his right hand as his left kept working his fingers in my ass, all the while I could feel his hard dick against my hips and right ass cheek. That went on for a while and I figured that was all he was planning to do. The cowboy spit a few more times and I realized it must be tobacco spit as I remembered the wad he had in his mouth. He then yanked his fingers out, pushed me forward a little more, lined his raw dick head up with my ass and started to push – hard. I started to pull away because it hurt and he grabbed my hips and kept pushing. My hole could not take his head, it was just too big, but he did not say a word, just kept pushing, so I did a big hit of poppers. Suddenly his head popped through my asshole and fuck – the shock took my breath away! Once it was in he started to fuck balls deep at a steady rhythm and would spit his tobacco juice on my ass crack every few strokes until it got nice and wet and started making slopping noises. Being bent over all I could see was his cowboy boots and jeans around his ankle, so I braced myself, hit the poppers, and grunted as he fucked me raw with his nasty tobacco spit. Being new to barebacking I was still somewhat surprised he never even brought up condoms and the sub-pig in me loved the fact that he didn’t and just took raw like he wanted. The cowboy bareback fucked me at a steady pace for what seemed like forever and my ass was getting more and more sore and my legs were cramping. I tried to stand up, but he just stepped forward a few steps pushing me ahead of him so my head was now at the wall right under the video screen. He did not stop fucking and barely made a sound. I was breathing hard trying to take it and thinking I was going to pass out when he started to fuck me faster and grabbed the sides of my ass hard, his fingers digging into my flesh. I felt his cock swell and twitch as he unloaded his cum in my ass. Fuck that felt good!! He yanked his dick out of me with a PLOP, turned me around and stuck his dick in my face. I tried to shy away, but he held the side of my head and pushed his dick into my mouth. I could taste cum, ass juice, and tobacco spit and started to really gag. He just stuck his cock back in my mouth, worked it around a little, then pulled it out and hauled up his jeans. “Got a pen?” Those were the first words he had said the entire and I said, “Yeah”, reached in my backpack, took out a pen and paper and handed it to him. He wrote the name down of a motel out by the highway just up from where I was staying and a room number and the name Chris. “I’ll be there about 8:00 PM, drive a blue truck, bring some Corona.” He then put his belt back on and walked out of the booth and left me standing there with his hot load in my ass. I sat in the booth for a while recovering and no one else seemed to be around, still too early I guess, and I wiped off and went back to my motel. I was still debating what to do as my ass was fucking sore, but also aching to be filled, so I went to the store, bought a case of corona and some lime juice and drove to the motel he had written down. I got there about 10 minutes to 8:00 and there were a few cars on that side of the motel, and the only trucks were a couple big ones they use for roadwork off to the back of the lot. He had said about 8:00, so I sat in the car, opened a beer, and waited. I had just finished my second beer when a blue pickup pulled in beside me. It was pretty beat up, had tool boxes and stuff in the back, and I could not tell if he was driving or not as it was so close to my driver’s door. I heard someone get out, then saw him as he walked around the front. He just looked at me, unlocked the door to his room and stepped in leaving the door a little open. I figured that was my invite, so got out, grabbed the beer, went in, and closed the door behind me. It had been only a few hours since the fuck in the video booth and I still had his load in my ass and as soon as the door was closed he grabbed me and started kissing me hard like he could smell his own DNA on me. He reeked even more of beer and cigarettes and must be drunk I thought. The cowboy threw his hat onto the bed closest to the door, sat down, and said, “Pull these off.” I knelt and pulled his cowboy boots off, and worked his jeans off as he laid back on the bed. I tried to take his socks off and he pulled his foot away. Once his jeans were off he stood up, took his shirt off and just had a wife-beater t-shirt on. He smelled thick of sweat and as there was no air conditioning on in the room, could see him starting to sweat even more. My cowboy breeder turned the TV on, switched to a channel playing porn, grabbed one of the beers and slammed it. He grabbed another and sat on the edge of the other bed. I was still standing by the other bed with his boots and jeans and not sure what to do or what was going on, so I grabbed a beer too and sat down on the edge of the bed closest to the door. I was nervous and drinking as fast as I could and had to piss, so asked if I could use the bathroom. He pointed to his left. I was just finishing up when the door to the toilet opened and he was there. I was between him and the tub with nowhere to go and tried to back up. The cowboy pushed on my shoulder making me go my knees and stuck his limp dick in my mouth. I started to lick it and he said, “No, hold still.” I had recently experienced my first time with water sports (see story), so had an idea what was coming. His dick lay on my tongue sort of quivering and then I felt the hot piss. Fuck that tasted horrible! I wanted to gag, but kept swallowing as some of it started to spill out the sides of my mouth and down my chin onto my shirt. He pulled out of my mouth, shook his dick a little, then went back out into the room. After a couple more beers and not a word said, he stood up between the beds just in front of the nightstand that was between them. He set his beer on the nightstand and lit a cigarette, looked at the TV and started stroking his dick, which was now getting hard again. I knelt in front of him and started sucking it and this time he let me. However, it was the same as before and as I sucked him he did not say anything, just would pick the beer up occasionally with one hand, his cigarette with the other, and watched the porn. I was getting tired and my teeth scraped his dick. My cheek stung from the slap he gave me with his right hand for that transgression, but still he did not say anything. My jaw ached and I switched up and started to lick him – damn he was hard and throbbing! I finally couldn’t take it anymore and stood up, sat down on the bed, and grabbed my beer so I could catch my breath. He just stood where he was watching the video with his hard dick sticking out while I slammed a beer. I finished my beer and set the empty bottle on the floor. He spit on his dick a couple times and looked at me, I stood in front of him facing the TV, hit the poppers, and bent over. I heard him squirt out some lotion from a bottle that was sitting by the bed, felt some squirt on my ass, then felt his cock push against my hole. While it did not go right in, it was easier then the first time, but still made me gasp a little when that giant head popped through. He fucked steady and methodical without saying a word, but he would slap my ass with his right hand every few thrusts, each one getting a little harder. I just grunted and tried to take it. I soon started to feel like I had to piss or shit or something, and tried to stand up. He pushed me back down so I asked, “Can we stop a second?” as I thought I had to use the bathroom. This was a surprise for me as my buddy used to laugh about how I had the cleanest hole and could get fucked anytime, anywhere, and never worry. CAUTION CAUTION CAUTION CAUTION CAUTION CAUTION “What do you need to do?” the cowboy asked, while keeping his dick buried balls deep in my raw ass. I blushed in shame and sort of whispered, “I think I have to shit.” His response was not what I expected as he said, “Really? Hmmm – get on your back.” I tried to object, but he pushed me onto my back onto the bed by the door, lifted my legs and slammed his cock in. I cried out and tried to push away with no luck. “OH YEAH, HOT PUSSY, HOT PUSSY,” he exclaimed. He had my legs pushed back and all his weight thrusting in my ass. I was trying to squirm, but he pinned me with his arms on my shoulder and my legs wrapped inside his arms, making sure I had no leverage. He then leaned all the way over, kissing me hard, and kept saying “Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy.” Back and forth - he would kiss me hard for a while, then put his head to the side of mine whispering, “Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy,” over and over. The heat of the room and his body caused his sweat to dripp into my face, burning my eyes. Every thrust he went balls deeps and with the pain I pretty much kept my eyes closed, but soon I was mumbling, “PLEASE FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME.” I was not used to taking long fucks and before long the pain started to become unbearable. I then started to smell something – fuck – my ass WAS messy! What do I do? What can I do? Will he be mad? He must smell it too, why isn’t he stopping? I tried pushing against him, but was so cramped from having my legs back by my shoulders that I had could barely move. I could now feel it running down my ass and the smell was much worse, but the cowboy just kept thrusting and saying, “Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy,” and kissing me like a fucking broken record. After a while he started fucking faster with big, long, slamming strokes. His kisses became even rougher with his tongue going down my throat and his spit running out the sides of my mouth. He was pulling all the way out now and slamming back in while he kissed me and I could barely breathe with him on top and the pain in my guts. Finally, he tensed and started grunting and moved his arms around my neck pulling him up to his chest while shoving deeper as he unloaded in my dirty ass. He was breathing hard now, but with one movement he pushed off me and yanked his cock out with a big squishing sound. I still had my eyes closed, but suddenly felt his hand on my head, he turned it to the side and pushed his cock against my mouth and into my throat. I gagged from the horrible taste and realized he had stuck his shitty dick in my mouth! He was fucking my mouth and I was gagging and trying to pull away and sit up. I finally managed to wiggle off it just as I felt everything coming up and leaned over the bed to the side by the door and puked. Oh fuck! I then rolled back over, my my hand trying to wipe the tears from eyes and the mess from my face and he told me, “Sit up.” I sat up and he said, “Now you’re cleared out, clean it off good.” The nasty cowboy stuck his dick back in my mouth and I could barely lick it still feeling sick from what just happened. He pulled his cock out, grabbed some towels, threw them at me, so I cleaned up the puke and went to the sink to wash off. He came up behind me and said, “No”, as he stopped me from washing my ass off, told me to sit back down on the bed and drink this, as he handed me a beer and a towel to sit on. I guzzled that one and grabbed another. I had never had a dirty fuck like that and only played when I knew I was clean. I was queasy, but my dick was still hard, so I did not know what was going on. He just sat on the other bed drinking his beer and watching the TV. After a few minutes I tried to apologize and said, “I’m sorry” and tried to explain that nothing like that had ever happened and he just got up and walked into the bathroom. “Come here,” was his response. I went in and he was standing by the toilet. I knelt in front of him and took his piss and this time he pulled out before he was done and wet a good part of my shirt and then he want back into the room. I went and sat back down on the bed smelling like his piss, tasting his piss, the smell of his sweat and cigarettes and kisses still filled my nose, feeling my dirty ass ache. We sat like that for a while without him saying a word again and so I figured I better go. I got up and grabbed my shorts and he said, “No, stay here, I’ll be right back.” He got dressed and left the room and about 5 minutes later he came back, got undressed again, and pulled out a joint. “Guys upstairs had it. Smoked all of mine up. They’re part of my road crew working on the freeway project. Smoke with me?” I told him, “Thanks, but no, I don’t smoke and should go.” He said, “No, just drink some more beer, weed makes me fucking horny and I still want to cum some more.” Fuck – if he was not horny before, I did not think I could take it again and felt sick and told him so. He had lit up the joint and just looked at me and smiled and took another hit knowing I would not be able to resists his raw dick. I spent the next several hours alternately drinking his piss, and him pinning me on my back to fuck my grimey ass. Each time as soon as he got inside he started saying, “Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy,” and kissing me rough and hard. My lips felt raw. Each time it was messier, smellier, and took him longer to cum. By the time we were done I was totally drunk and could barely stand from all the fucking. He told me he was in town for a couple of months and wanted my number. I told him I was just in town for a few weeks, but gave him my motel info. Two days later he called about 6:00 p.m. and ordered, “Bring some beer.” I swing by the store, slammed two beers in the car and another just after I parked, and when I got into his room he was naked and watching a video and was rock hard, so I got undressed and just bent over the other bed waiting for him to ram fuck my hole. The cowboy moved around so he was facing the TV, grabbed the lotion and slammed me. Once again, his dick busting my ass ring open hurt like hell as I was still sore from the last time and the huge, thick dick head just tore through my tender hole. He didn’t care about me in the last and fucked to get his nutt, which blew pretty quickly that time. After a quick rest he asked, “You got hot pussy for me?” It took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about – or at least what I thought he was talking about – and I asked, “Do you mean dirty?” He did not say anything, just rubbed his dick, and I said, “No, sorry, didn’t think so.” Once had been enough for me, thank you very much. I started to get dressed and he said, “Call me when you do, bring the beer, and I’ll leave that ass sore for days.” Fuck he knew how to push my buttons! I told him usually early morning was best for ‘that’ if that’s what he wanted, and he said he would call me as he would be up early and out with the road crew. The next morning the phone rang about 5:30 am, it was him asking if I had some hot pussy for him. I confirmed I thought I did and he said, “I’ll be there in a few minutes, so leave the door ajar to your room and lay on the bed on your back with the lights off.” I was not sure about leaving the door ajar, but was able to unlatch it and open it just past the catch so it was ajar, but not really open and lay on my back and waited. Soon the door opened. I heard him get out of his pants, he climbed onto the bed, lifted my legs up, spit in his hand a few times, and pushed his head in raw, rough, and deep. Thankfully I had hit the poppers before he got there and put lube up my ass as every stroke burned. Even this early in the morning he reeked of sweat, cigarettes, beer, and weed and I loved that foul mix of smells! He started kissing me and saying, “Oh yeah, hot pussy, hot pussy.” Like usual it took him a while to cum and once he did he just got up without saying a word, got dressed and left. We repeated this routine every morning for the next few weeks. The dirty cowboy would call and then come by between 5:00 and 6:00 a.m.. A few times he would feed me his piss first while he smoked his joint, but usually just got down to fucking me – as is – no questions asked. He called me almost every night when he got off work from the road crew too with his standard order of, "Bring some beer." I would show up, beer in hand, and he would then fill my ass and guts with raw dick, cum, and piss topped off by his tobacco and weed spit. I had to go back home to San Antonio, but made it back to Houston for a couple more weekends before he left town. He never talked about himself or said more then he did those first few times, and each time that he fucked and it was not totally clean I was disgusted, sick to my stomach, but left with a hard and drooling dick and my ass ached for his big headed dick to fuck me more.

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(this is fictional) I was invited to a Halloween party and yes it was a sex party. Basically everyone had to strip down at the door and you needed to wear a mask that covered your face and leave it on the entire time. Once you were in a room with someone or a couple of guys, you could remove the mask, but the mask was to be kept on at all times in common areas. I got there, stripped down, and donned my mask, which was an evil pumpkin mask with a fleece hood. I got a drink and started to walk around. I had never been to this house before. There were many guys there already in all shapes and sizes. Some well hung and others just average. The house was sort of set up to be scary, but nothing earth shattering. I then walked to the back of the house and there was a sign above a door saying ‘enter at your own risk’. I saw a guy come out and could see it was dark and had a black light and music playing. As I walked in I passed a guy walking out, hot body, hung. He held the plastic open for me and as I said thanks, I could see him checking out my ass. I walked into the room, there were guys talking, laughing, having sex - normal dark room activities. I decided to hang out in a very dark corner so that I could see what was what. I had a guy come up to me, chubby, nice cock, he dropped to his knees and started to suck my cock. He was good and while he was doing this I saw the guy walking around from earlier. He walked over to me and told me to come with him. I did so, leaving the guy on his knees. He took me to a couch and we started talking. I finished my drink and he asked if I wanted another. I replied I did, he jumped up and went to get me another. He came back with one for him as well. "Drink up" he said as he handed me the drink. His cock was rock hard and was about nine inches with a huge PA. I drank up fast and started to stroke him. I was about to pull off my mask and go down on him when he said, "No, ride me." He pulled out some lube and lathered up and I hopped up and positioned myself. I sat slowly and as I was doing this he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down to the base of his cock. I let out a loud yell from the pain. "Oh baby" is all he said. I started to ride once my ass got loosened up and he said "It should be a big load - I haven't shot in a few days." We quickly were surrounded by a few guys who were watching and stroking. The top ordered me to suck cock, so I did as I was told, all the while riding this hung monster. I swallowed load after load. Some bigger cocks and some smaller. Then I started to suck another guy who, like the guy fucking me, had to be about nine inches. I went do to the base on him, swallowing his cock and he pulled out and walked away. I heard the guy fucking me say "Yeah baby, get in there." Thinking he was speaking to me, I asked "Get in where?", but with that the guy I had just been sucking started to slide his cock into my ass so I was double-dicked. I started to moan and begged the guys to stop. They both laughed and kept on doing it. I was pinned and could not move. The guy behind got all the way in and started to slide in unison with the other. Just then, the guy I was riding started to moan "Yeah bitch, take that charged up load." I knew what I was getting myself into, but to hear it made my stomach flip and at the same time get super hard. He was panting heavily at this point, and, pulling me all the way onto his cock, he blew his load. I could feel the cum shooting up in me. With that his buddy also began to pant and said the same thing about a 'charged load', whereupon I shot a load all over the other guy's chest. He chuckled, and said "Ahhhhh, your last neg load." I stayed in position and eventually took another load from each of them. Eventually we disengaged and the two guys disappeared into a different room. I fell onto the couch to catch myself, and ended-up drifting off, only to wake-up with another cock in my ass. Turns out it was the the chubby guy who had been blowing me earlier. I guess I was the trick that night and they gave me the treats.

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

My junior year of college I decided that I had had enough of dorm life and struck out on my own to find an apartment. My parents said that they would pay for it as long as it didn’t cost more then the dorms. Now the dorms at my university weren’t cheap but they weren’t really as expensive as the cost of an apartment, so my choices were limited. After scouring the newspaper and craigslist I found three that were within my extremely small budget and were close enough to school to not make the commute impossible, so, a couple of weeks before school started, I went on a quest to find an apartment. I suppose that I should tell you a little something about myself before we go on too far. I had just turned twenty-one, and has spent a good amount of time the year before working off the last vestiges of my slightly pudgy teen age self and now sported a thin lean build that I was rather proud of. Also in the past year, weather it was due to some hormone increase from working out or my genetics finally decided that it was that time in my development, I had grown a fairly reasonable pelt of hair across my tight pecks and my now firm round bubble butt had a healthy growth of hair across both cheeks and down my crack. What I was most proud of all though was that my cock had thickened and lengthened slightly making it now an exact seven inches long and just about six and a half around. The boys I met at parties and bent over back in their rooms or in the bathroom of the party certainly enjoyed my quickly evolving meat. August in the Midwest is unreasonably hot, so when I went began my quest, upon entering the first place I quickly shucked my button down shirt and walked wearing a wife-beater and tight jean shorts, even as I could feel the sweat still running down my back. An old woman showed me around a dingy little flat in the basement of a small three-story apartment building. It was certainly not what was advertised in the paper but I knew people always exaggerated in those things. I thanked her for her time and said that I would be in touch, praying that the other two apartments were better. The second place I was looking was about a ten minute walk away, but by the time I had gotten there my shirt was soaked through with sweat and I was sure that I stunk to high heaven. Feeling rather dejected after my first viewing I knocked on the door to apartment 1A, which through my correspondence with the poster on Craigslist I had learned was the apartment of the super. The door opened and there stood the single most attractive man I had ever seen in my life. Normally I was only attracted to guys my own age but this man destroyed all of that. He stood at about six foot three inches, which put him about six inches taller than was I. He had a broad powerful chest, thick muscle knotted arms, and a handsome bearded face that made my knees weak. He wore no shirt and his carpenter pants were slung so low on his hips that I could see the tops of his thick bush of pubes over the waistband. I stared at his strong hair covered chest admiring the dark fur that covered his whole torso for a long moment, before managing to blurt out that I was here to see the apartment. The man chuckled and said in a deep voice that resonated in my chest “I’m Chuck, the guy you emailed. Nice to meet you, guy. Sorry, what was your name again?” “Duncan,” I replied, possibly a little too quickly. “Well do you wanna see the place or just stand here in the hallway,” he said turning away from me for a moment. He grabbed a shirt from just beyond where I could see into his apartment and a set of keys off a hook before stepping forward into the hallway. I stepped back quickly allowing him to pull his own door closed before leading the way down the hallway to the stairs tugging the flannel shirt of as he walked. As we walked towards the stairs Chuck made idle conversation with me about school, asking I was studying - just filling the silence, as he lead the way up three flights of stairs and then all the way down the top floor to the last door on the right. He unlocked the door and gestured for me to go inside. It was a much nicer apartment then the last one I saw. The living room was small but had a large window that allowed sunlight to stream into the tiny space. The little kitchen was outdated but usable and the although the bedroom would fit little more then a bed and a dresser, I liked the place. Chuck showed me around and though I tried to listen I kept finding my gaze wandering to the patch of his chest that was still visible as he never buttoned the shirt he put on, or down to where his pubes were coming out over his pants wondering what the pale jeans were hiding. “So you like it kid?” “Yeah, I think it’s great.” “Good,” Chuck stopped his tour of the little apartment and turned to look at me for a long moment before smiling and saying, “But I think there’s more on your mind the just the apartment right now isn’t there?” “What?” “You can’t keep your eyes off my cock boy, I’ve seen you looking.” “Shit, I’m sorry.” I stammered embarrassed beyond belief at being caught, “I’ll go, sorry for the trouble.” “Go? What the fuck kid, no get back here.” “Okay.” “You gay, kid?” “Yeah. Is that a problem?” “Not at all, make this step a little easier.” “What?” “My last slut just graduated and I’m in need of a new one.” He grabbed at his dick through his jeans and I could see the outline now of a fat powerful cock. “So,” he said dropping his shirt on the floor, “If you’re a good boy then I’ll cut you a deal on your rent, and if you’re a really good boy then there is no rent.” He had started walking closer to me, closing the small gap between us in the tiny bedroom. I could smell him now the intoxicating scent of man wafting over me as I found myself close enough to touch his amazing chest. “You interested in that deal?” “Yes,” I breathed. Somehow feeling that if I spoke too loudly I would wake myself from the incredibly hot dream I was convinced I was having. “Kiss my chest.” I hesitated for a moment and then leaned forward and kissed one of his pink fur rimmed nipples. “Good boy. Now get on your knees.” Normally I was the one who told boys to get on their knees, but with this man all of my wishes, dreams, aspirations, wants, desires or need to be a top flew out of my head. All that I wanted was to serve this massive hulk of a man. I sank to my knees without hesitation. Chuck placed one hand on my head ruffling my hair while with the other he undid his pants allowing them to fall to the ground, his cock springing up almost hitting me in the face. Just as befit a man of his perfection he had a thick heavily veined cock that had to be at least eight maybe eight and a half inches long. The hand that rested upon my head guided me forward till his cock head pressed against my mouth and I opened wide taking as much of him inside me as I could. He grunted out his appreciation as I began to work at swallowing him substantial meat, greedily working his mushroom head past my tonsils. After bobbing back and forth and gagging several times I felt his balls come to rest on my chin for a moment before the lack of air cause my body to pull back involuntarily. I felt a powerful rush of accomplishment, I loved feeling his dark dense pubes around my nose and sensing the weight of his low hanging balls against my chin. I dove forward again swallowing his meat once more and eliciting from Chuck a sudden gasp of pleasure as his cock slid down my throat. Despite being almost a total top I had always loved sucking cock, and had gotten a good deal of practice in high school when I was fucking the captain of the football team who it turned out was a big dicked bottom who loved nothing more then to have a load blown up his hole then get his cock sucked till he came. He had been getting bred the quarter back sense our freshmen year but when he got a peak at my even then fat cock at the start of our senior year I spent the rest of the year honing my pounding skills and cocking on his knob. My hands found their way to Chuck strong ass, and I was unsurprised when I felt still more thick dense hair between my fingers as I pulled his hips closer to my face. I breather in his scent as I worshiped his dick, my own cock now hard as a rock forgotten in my shorts. “Jesus Christ kid,” Chuck gasped after a long while, “any more like that and I’m going to blow my load down your throat instead of where it belongs.” He pulled me off of his cock and tilted my head up so that I was looking at his face, losing myself in his deep blue eyes. “Strip.” I pulled my sweat soaked wife-beater off and tossed it and the button down I had tied around my waist off to the side and then after kicking off my shoes shimmied off my shorts and underpants so that I was now kneeling at the feet of this Adonis completely naked my tight swimmers body exposed for him to judge. He smiled. “Get on your hands and knees and face away from me,” were his next set of instructions. I obeyed hastily. Chuck got down on behind me and lent forward, his hand gripping my ass cheeks firmly and then I felt his rough beard on brushing against my spread ass crack just before his wet warm tongue found my hole. I moaned loudly and arched my back pushing my ass back at Chuck’s invading tongue. “What a hungry hole! When did you last get fucked, boy?” “Back in high school like three years ago,” I answered truthfully. I hadn’t gotten fucked since the quarterback of the football team took out his revenge on my ass for stealing his bottom bitch away. “You haven’t had sex in three years?” “No, it’s just that I’m normally a top.” “Well shit then, you’re tight hole is in need of a good plowing.” He dove back in, his tongue swirling around my hole occasionally pressing against my still resistant sphincter. Waves of pleasure crashed over me causing my body to slowly relax to melt into him, and I felt my hole slowly opening for him. Chuck sensed my hole relaxing as well and he redoubled his efforts to slip his tongue inside my almost virginal hole. After a rim job like this, I thought, I might never top again. I heard a rustling behind me and then Chuck stopped devouring my hole, though one of his hands still remained on my ass cheek spreading my crack wide. I heard several clicks and looked back to see and iPhone in chuck’s hand. “What are you doing,” I asked, not upset really just curious. For some reason I felt like this man, who I had just met, would never do anything bad to me. “Sending some pics of your sweet hole to a few guys I know close by who can help me really give your hole the plowing it needs today.” With that Chuck knocked me to the side so that I rolled over onto my back, spun me round, grabbed my ankles, and as he went back to devouring my now upturned hole stuffed his cock back down my throat.

Very hot story- thanks to both Toon and PissPigBrooklyn

Great way to be treated and I loved it. I love that feeing of being totally at a top's disposal and for men to use me as they see fit. I love fucking in front of a crowd and all the thinbgs thayt go with being a total slut and cumdump

Damn, this reminds me of the good old days when I lived in So Cal, and going to Blacks Beach. Great story!

Hell RussWrestler! I can't imagine anyone would complain about raw fucking with you and your hot little Tyger!!

By: RyanCummings https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Taking-Loads-San-Francisco-Pride-Cum-Dump-Tour-31339492 Taking Loads - San Francisco Pride Cum Dump Tour My first Pride in SF and the odd time a guy would let me record him. Thursday was my 59 load motel Gangbang (Folsom’s was 84 loads), Friday was the Hell Bound party by Treasure Island 38 loads, Saturday was 41 loads at Steamworks and 442, Sunday I was 3.5 hours late for Cum Union and left at 30 Loads (Folsom was 63). I went on the hunt for more loads after Cum Union. Alley behind Folsom Gultch, delivering my ass door to door in Castro and finished at a park.

Local TV stations report several cases diagnosed in SF...wonder if my weekly Steamworks, CumUnion, XXX arcade visits and the 20-25 anon loads pumped into me weekly will increase my chances of taking home the superbug? From past experiences with gono, after a couple of weeks the piss burn goes away and the constant tingling from the puss drip keeps me boned...

Not really! Can cope with gono very well.

I keep one. It is so hot to see what a slut I've been since I was 15 when I stared. Seeing pages and pages and pages and pages of sex partners and sex events, even my four years escorting, and then as the condoms fully vanished and I became true male breeding stock is an amazing journey of masculine pleasure and discovery. Plus it serves as a constant reminder of how a healthy male should live when he is in touch with his true sexual nature.

Eddie: Oh little boy what'd you think I meant when I said I was gonna smear. Your. walls. He kept his fuck at the pace he had set before he came inside me. Eddie: Did you think I was gonna shot your little baby prostate with my warm cream. Feel it baby? Feel it splashing around down there as I fuck it into you some more. Go ahead look down at it pig, it's okay. I was still angry that this man came in me, knowing I wanted him I use a condom. But when I looked down I noticed I was stroking my own cock furiously. And when he pulled his dick out of me and I saw it all creamy above my bare hole. Jacob: Oh please push it back in! Eddie: Oh straight boy that is what I want to hear. Keep looking down at it. Watch me put it into you. He held my ankles up still and I grabbed him by his strong hips and looked as he pushed his raw cock into me. Eddie: Don't have any more hang ups about getting fucked without the condom now do you? You feel like a pig don't you. He looked up at him as he pumped his cum into me at a slower pace even though I was still jerking like I had a shakeweight. Eddie: Come on straight boy, answer me. Jacob: Please, oh please just keep! Eddie: Keep what faggot. Jacob: Just don't stop. Fucking me! Eddie: What about the condom. Jacob: Fuck it! Fuck the condom please don't stop. Eddie: Turn over pig. I sprang up fast and got on my knees. Eddie: Present that pussy to me. Crawl back towards my dick. I crawled towards him hole first. Eddie: Now tell me what you need. Jacob: I need you to fuck me please! Eddie: Stroke your little cock son, use your other hand to spread that pig hole. --- Eddie: Fuck that's still so perfect. He grabbed me by my hips. Eddie: Tell me it's okay to go in raw. Stroking my cock harder I pushed onto him but he kept pulling away. I got harder anticipating his fuck. Jacob: Please please do it! He spanked me hard. Eddie: Stop playing! What is it you fucking want! Jacob: FUCK MY PIG HOLE. He pushed the tip in. Jacob: Please please fuck it. He took it out and spanked me again, surely leaving a red hand print. Eddie: Boy do you want this dick tonight or not? He pressed the tip in again and swayed it back and forth. I stroked my smaller cock while I was still face down, reaching back with my other hand and opening my hole for him. Eddie: Do you feel my cum still sitting there? I did feel it on the tips of my fingers. And I stroked a little harder cuz of it. Eddie: I wanna put more inside of you baby. I arched my back a little lower. Jacob: please do. Eddie: Huh? Jacob: please do! Eddie: Do what now pig? He slammed his hard cock into me balls deep and pulled out. I groaned and tried to run away but he held me close for his swift movement. And I missed him as soon as he left me. Eddie: A little something like that? Jacob: Yes Sir please! Fuck me raw just like that! Eddie: There's my permission. And he slammed back into me and didn't stop this time. He grabbed me by my hips and just moved my body back and forth on his member. Eddie: Oh fuck I love slut boys. I'm not leaving until I paint these walls again baby is that okay? Jacob: Yes! It is please that's what I want from you! He started to long stroke me slowly. Eddie: But you want to cum too don't you baby? Jacob: I do, but I want more of you. Eddie: Oh faggot you have me, you have me balls deep. He smacked the back of my head as he pounded his meat into my new wet boy pussy. Eddie: Not a fucking straight boy now are you! I moaned as his fuck got nastier. Eddie: Are you faggot? Not a straight boy anymore! Jacob: Oh no sir! Fuck my hole for me. Make us feel so good! Eddie: Fucking love converting straight boys. Jacob: I'm gonna cum Sir! Eddie: Me too faggot. He pumped me more viciously as we both released our climax. I sprayed down in a stream as I felt the first hit of his cum go up in my guts. Eddie: Oh that puss is good. Now you can say you're a bareback slut. He left the room, leaving me face down on the bed and with a dripping hole. I could both feel and see it leaking out of my ass from this position. There was a steady stream of it. He had said it was a two week load. I stood up with shaking legs and felt the cum run down my legs now. ~~ On the drive home I felt so dirty but I felt so good. I had showered while I was still there but I still felt his cum bubbling in my ass. If I had one regret about the night, it would be that I didn't grab Colin's load too. _________ Another story finished, hope you all enjoyed.

Thanks Guys - appreciate the compliments. Although I write them as stories, they are all based on fact and this really happened to me!

I charged up at the TA I80/i79 in pa. Used to love truck stops and rest areas ... still do

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…

The two guys knelt down next to the Fuck Bench with their cum and lube covered hands and arms still fused together I centred my body over it and lowered myself down. I made contact with it and began to squirm atop it looking for the right angle of entrance. It felt like I was sitting on a barstool. I felt my asshole begin to open, my anal ring spreading and stretching over it. In an agony of sexual drive, I lowered myself further, continuing to spread, not believing how far I was stretched. I reached down to feel how much had penetrated and couldn’t believe that I still had a long way to go before my ass would envelop the massive ‘fist’ and it would all be inside me. Further I stretched, any pain overcome by my arousal and need. I opened more, stretched a little more, then……OH MMMYYYY GGGOOODDDDDDD it was in and my anus closed around the relatively smaller thickness of their wrists. Now I could sink down faster. A slight pause and adjustment and they were inside my colon, my anus spreading open again as the three forearms entered me. I sunk down until my ass was resting on their biceps. I lifted off them, then back down again, fucking myself on this huge cock. Faster I went and this was the most erotic feeling of all. There was no way that I could orgasm and yet I felt the shivers leading to an explosion coursing through my body building from my curling toes to those all too familiar sensations in my balls. I shut my eyes tightly tossing my head from side to side, bright colours flashed across the fog in my brain. I was reduced to quivering as my body shook uncontrollably. The two smiled at me saying, "You have to be completely exhausted, give in to us, relax, you have no choice. We have control." I scream a muffled “No after No” tossing my head from side to side. Teasingly I felt them bang against my prostate again and again and in response I squeeze my eyes tightly shut forcing tears to roll down my face. Someone from behind me says, "Look! He's crying, Oh my God you reduced him to tears." As I cried my body shook. The guys were relentless as they banged, prodded and flicked the nut inside me. “Oh! Yeah it’s amazing how much pleasure and pain just your fingers and hands can provide." I shut my eyes again in extreme pain saw a bright flash of colour and blacked out, welcoming the oblivion brought on by passing out. I do not know for how long I was out of it. I do remember waking up to a warm sensation all over my body as through flickering eyes my senses came back to life as I realised I was being pissed on again. One final punch to my prostate and that was it: the sensations, sights of cocks and sounds of piss splashing all over my body were too much. I shook tremendously upon the onset of orgasm. My balls strained, pulled up and groaned loudly as I watched my seed spew out into the air, landing in splats on my abs and the floor.

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WOOOF! fucking loved hearing you tell me you were breeding me with your charged load. I **STILL** jack off to the feel of it and the memory. Thank you!

A/N : Loving your feedback, guys ! Been busy, so couldn't update until today. This part is shorter, but I hope you enjoy it anyway ! Let me know what you think. Oh, and here's some more visuals for your enjoyment (mostly for mine, but I thought I'd share). My entire body was frozen, as was my brain. I couldn't move for a while, heart racing in my chest as my eyes stayed glued to the face of my own son. My flesh and blood. With whom I had had sex repeatedly, it seemed. No. It couldn't be. I couldn't be Brandon, my innocent baby boy, whom I had taught everything from riding a bike to throwing a football. This was a dream, or a hallucination. My mind refused to compute what I was seeing, and the man in front of me wasn't Brandon—it was J, a young frat jock I had met through a sex app a month ago. When I could finally bring myself to move away from the bed, J pinned me to the bed with his hands grasping my wrists and his heavy frame on top of me. "Dad, calm down, you're freaking out," J said, looking straight at me, but I couldn't bear the thought of facing him, and tried my hardest to get away from his strong hold on me. I hated how my cock was getting hard again, how I was enjoying being manhandled like this. "Dad, it's me, Brandon, take deep breaths," J—Brandon, fuck—told me, making me realize how fast and shallow my breathing had become. How could I breathe properly, when I'd just found out I'd been fucking—and had just fucked mere seconds ago—my own son for weeks? This was so wrong. Lusting after someone half my age was inappropriate enough, but lusting after my son? I had reached the lowest of the low. How was Brandon being so calm? How could he be all right with this? He had known it was me, he had to have known, coming here, letting me fuck him. Damn it. How could he let me do this? "How long have you known?" I asked out loud, my mind not filtering my thoughts anymore. "How?" "I...I started suspecting it was you after the first week," Brandon started, his naked body still on top of me, his hard cock leisurely stroking mine was the sweetest torture I'd ever endured. "I think it was the fourth or fifth time. You dozed off that night, and I caught a glimpse of your face. I couldn't believe it at first, so I ignored it, thought I was just imagining things. I ignored it as we kept seeing each other, I thought it was impossible that it could be you. Then today, when I came home and hugged you, I recognized the feel of your body in my arms." As if to prove his point, he guided my wrists and put my arms around him as he enveloped me in a strong embrace, putting our bodies even closer than before. I couldn't deny how amazing he felt in my arms, how his strong chest and arms were pure heaven against me. I just wish I wasn't getting all this pleasure from Brandon. I wish J really had been a different person. Brandon kissed my neck, and I heard him take a long whiff of my scent, which sent chills down my spine. How could he turn me on so much? I wondered desperately. "When I saw you in your speedos by the pool earlier, I was mesmerized by your body, and couldn't help thinking it was familiar. I stayed in the water to hide how hard I was just from looking at you. That's when I had the strongest suspicion. So I set everything up earlier tonight, told you I was going to a party just to test my theory. When I made you send that text, that confirmed my suspicions." I recalled everything that led to this moment. How our first hug this morning might have lingered just a tad too long. How I'd caught Brandon's staring at me throughout the day and didn't make anything of it. How tactile he was, especially when we had that dip in the pool. How oblivious I was when I was chatting with J simultaneously with Brandon, not knowing they were one and the same. I had been played by my own son. Damn that smart bastard. "You came anyway, fucked me, even when you knew it was me?" I asked, not understanding how he could still go through it all after finding out he was fucking his father. "I came especially because I knew it was you," Brandon replied fiercely. "And we didn't fuck, Dad. We made love." Brandon's last words made my heart skip a beat. I couldn't even lie to myself. Brandon was right. I didn't know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, our fuck sessions had morphed into something much more...meaningful. More passionate than meaningless one night stands. How could I have fallen for my own son? "I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you, Dad," Brandon said softly, his fingers running through my hair as he gave me a peck. "For years I've fantasized about having you like this. I've slept with so many guys, wishing it was you." "We can't," I said as I tried to push Brandon off of me with the last resolve I had in me. I couldn't believe what he was saying. I couldn't believe how angry—how jealous— I was at the thought of other men sleeping with Brandon, which was pure insanity. Fathers and sons didn't do what we'd done, what we were doing at the moment, entangled as we were, completely naked. "We can't do this." "We can, we already have," Brandon protested, not moving one inch away from me. He was strong enough to resist my attempts to escape. "Dad, we will do this, for as long as possible." "No," I said, sounding weak even to my own ears. I put my hands on Brandon's shoulders, pushing him away as he kept on kissing my neck, his tongue weakening me. His thighs trapped my waist in place, and my cock was directly in contact with Brandon's. "It's cute how you're trying to resist me, but I can feel how much you're enjoying this, Dad, you can't lie to me," Brandon said, thrusting his cock against my erection to prove his point. "You've said it yourself, you're addicted to me." "You're my son," I argued, and Brandon was still not budging. He was so distracting, and I couldn't put any strength into my shoves. "Yes, I am," Brandon said, not deterred in the least. "And you're my Daddy." He captured my lips with his, not giving me any warning as he slipped his tongue to caress mine. He grabbed my wrists again, and pinned my hands above my body. "My strong, gorgeous, and caring Daddy," Brandon added when he freed my mouth, moving his lips to my armpits and licking them liberally. I couldn't keep a moan from escaping my mouth, when he moved his lips to my nipples. I was moaning like a whore while my son was sucking my tits, his cock still grinding at excruciatingly slow pace along mine. "God, you smell so good," Brandon said when he moved his nose back to my armpit and give the hair there another lick. Everything he did or said was adding fuel to my hard cock, and I couldn't take it anymore. I was truly fucked in the head beyond redemption, for loving everything my son was doing to me. He kept one hand to hold my wrists in place, using his free hand to turn on the lights in the room before he took hold of my cock. I could see his young handsome face clearly now, as he looked down at me with a smirk. My cock twitched in his hand just from the mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Ready for round two, Daddy?"

A/N : Thanks for the feedback. I'm noticing now other typos, and find that I cannot edit the first post anymore :/ Oh well. Btw, this is purely fiction (I'm just a 20 something year old guy), but I'm glad you're enjoying it. Here's part 2. OH, and before you start, here's Dino Hillas, whom I picture as the narrator : ———————————————————— J was sleeping soundly in my arms when I regained consciousness, breathing a sigh of relief when I opened my eyes to darkness still present in the room. The clock on the nightstand read 5:03 am, which meant I still had plenty of time to get home before my wife got off work. I disentangled myself from J as softly as I could so as to not wake him up, before I proceeded to gather my clothes. With one final glance at the gorgeous boy lying naked on the bed, I left quietly. I felt cheerful on the way home, invigorated in a way I hadn't been in forever. I didn't even feel that bad about cheating. I took a long shower, humming to myself as I thought back to my encounter with J, how great it had felt. There was something about being with a man that I'd forgotten how much I loved. I got back in bed, wishing I had J in my arms again, and drifted off to sleep, part of me thinking this was one itch I needed scratched once, to get out of a bad slump. That it would never happen again. Boy was I wrong. A few nights later, while my wife was none the wiser about my little escapade and off to work, desire rose in me again. I had been getting a regular stream of messages on Grindr from the moment I'd set up an account, but none had ever really picked my interest the way J's had—though I was particularly horny, too, that night. So I found myself checking the app not too long after that first encounter with J, starting to feel bad that I was looking once again for another fuck. It made me wonder just how far I would go with this, and how long I could keep it from my wife. She didn't deserve to be cheated on, but I had needs—needs that she couldn't fulfill. I found new messages from J I had missed, and ignored the others', intrigued by what the young jock had to say. I had a great time last night. I'd like to see you again, if you're up for it. J had sent later in the day after our time together. I felt flattered, but didn't know what to say. Not that I had to say anything. I could just leave things there, never see that boy again. I then noticed the green circle indicating J21DL was online, and he noticed I was online too as he messaged me instantly. Hey, Daddy How're you doing? I swallowed, my cock stirring to life as I read the word Daddy, and I cursed J for having made it a trigger for my hard-on. Good thing Brandon never called me that. I felt awful, just thinking about my own son who had no clue his old man had had sex with someone his age—and had role-played together as father and son. I didn't even know that I could look Brandon in the eye now and not have mixed feelings. I hoped to God I would not start fantasizing about having sex with him—so far, I hadn't thought about it, so I deemed myself in the clear. I certainly had thought about having sex with J again, however. Feeling horny, you? I replied. I feel like I'm always horny, J said. Do you want to come over? It didn't take me as long as last time to make up my mind, and I almost felt bad. It was just sex, and at least I wasn't sleeping around with everything that moved, right? Besides, J said he had a girlfriend too, so this was just like an arrangement between friends, I told myself. On my way, I sent before getting ready. I chose to go with tight jeans and an even tighter shirt, which, I realized once I was in my car, J probably wouldn't even get to see, if things happened the same way it did last time. J seemed keen on not showing his face, which suited me just fine. If neither of us knew what the other looked like, there was less of a chance for our other halves to find out we were sleeping with each other, I figured. Once I got to J's room, surprised that I hadn't run into any of his frat brothers, my eyes were met with darkness, same as last time, except this time I was greeted with a forceful kiss that sent my back colliding with the door. I got on with the program, taking J in my arms and enjoying the feel of his body reunited with mine. It was only a few days since we last saw each other, but I found that I'd actually missed the kid. He was such a great kisser, and I'd almost forgotten how ripped he was. I let my hands explore his body all over again, my fingers feeling the tight muscles underneath his shirt. "I missed you, Daddy," J whispered in my ears. "I want you so bad." That boy was going to be the end of me, I thought as I let him nip at my jaw, down to my neck. I thrust my hips against his, feeling his erection caressing mine. His hands undid my jeans quickly, freeing my cock for his fingers to expertly stroke, and my shirt followed soon after. J was quick to get naked, leaving only his underwear on. "Let's get on the bed," I said, keeping my voice low, just like last time, and J didn't waste time following my suggestion as he threw me on the mattress and straddled me. I cupped his ass, grinning against his lips as I felt his exposed glutes. The horny slut had worn a jockstrap just for this occasion, and my cock slid perfectly between his cheeks. I'd actually dreamt about J's ass, and couldn't stop thinking about breeding that sweet hole, even though I knew that couldn't happen. "Your cock feels so good, Daddy," J said, his hips moving frantically back against my erection. "Your hole feels even better," I countered, using a hand to guide my leaking cock over his hole. I could feel J reaching back with a hand, slipping one finger inside his ass. He coated my cock with lube, as I looked for a condom. "And it's all ready for you," he said, helping me put the damn piece of latex over my cock. I felt even more confined as before, and really didn't like the feel of it, but I was ready to do anything to get inside this boy. J slid over my cock slowly, his hole still tight even if he'd prepped himself earlier, and it felt as amazing as before. Pretty soon we were fucking hard and fast, with J straddling me and kissing me, his own cock grinding against my abs. It was funny how enamored I could be with someone whose real name and face I didn't even know, but here I was, having the time of my life with a virtual stranger that liked to pretend I was his dad. "Yeah, just like that, Daddy," J said, the words sounding so sweet to my ears. "You feel so good." Our arms were wrapped around each other, and the way we talked, it didn't feel like J was just a cheap fuck. It really did feel like we were making love, and I was high from it. "You know," J started, between kisses. "I got tested the other day." "Yeah?" I asked, curious and excited as to where he was going with this. "Mmhhmm," he hummed, kissing me again. "I'm clean. What about you?" "I've never had to," I honestly answered, but couldn't help wishing I had, at the moment. "Shame," he said, with a sigh. "We could've gotten rid of this," he added as he pulled my cock out and pulled on the condom, the material springing back on my cock when he released it. "Fuck," I whispered, my cock twitching with interest. "I'm going to do that first thing in the morning." "Are you sleeping with anyone else, Daddy?" J asked, with a low tone, his voice laced with...jealousy? He sounded almost possessive, as he sat back on my cock, eliciting a groan from me. Fuck, I'd never felt as desired as I did in this instant. It shouldn't turn me on as much, but it did. "No, just you, baby boy," I replied and kissed him, fingers running through his soft hair as I picked up the pace again. "I've only slept with my wife for decades now, no one else. Except you." "Good," he muttered, kissing me again, slowly this time, his hands cupping my face and his hips having stopped moving. "Next time, once you're tested, you can fill me up with your sweet Daddy cum." "I'm certain I'm clean," I almost begged, desperate to feel all of J, with nothing between us. "Ah ah," he protested with a finger on my lips. "Be patient, Daddy. It'll be worth it." I groaned, frustrated, but was silenced with another kiss. I felt empty all of a sudden, when J pulled out again, leaving my cock cold in the air. "You know what, though? I could breed you," J said, his hands stroking my ass. "I'm clean, so it's safe for you, right? And, I mean, you have a perfect bubble butt, too, Daddy." "Is that what you want?" I asked, rolling on my side so he could have better access to my behind. I couldn't remember the last time anyone had fucked me, but I couldn't deny I was interested. I couldn't believe I was actually entertaining the idea, letting this kid bareback me? For all I knew, he could be lying about his STD lab results. It seemed all my blood had gone to my cock, with nothing left for my brain, though, because I said, "You want to fuck Daddy?" "Fuck yeah," J said, rolling me all the way over on my belly as he lay down on me, his cock teasing my hole. J was leaking even more precum than I was, and he used it as lube, fingers stretching my hole and wetting it with precum. I groaned, even more turned on than I thought possible, loving the way his precum felt as he worked me. "Fuck, J," I muttered, and groaned even louder when I felt his tongue. "You taste so good, Daddy," J said, and kept working on my hole with his magic tongue for what felt like an eternity, driving me insane "Come on," I said. I couldn't take another second of this teasing. I wanted J inside me, I wanted J's cum coating my insides. "Come on, what, Daddy?" the little fucker asked as he came back up to my ears, lips kissing my cheek. "Tell me what you want." "I want you to fuck me." "Good. And how do you want my cock?" "Raw," I answered with a final tone, and that was all it took before J was entering me with his beautiful cock. It took a few seconds to adjust at first, but with more lube, the slide got easier and easier. I was in heaven. I did forget how wonderful it felt, having a cock inside you, and I was glad we weren't using a condom. J was enthusiastic, and quickly enough, he was thrusting franctically, hitting my sweet spot repeatedly until I saw stars. "You like that, Daddy? Like your son's raw cock up your ass?" J said, his dirty mouth never ceasing to fuel my desire for him. My mind was numb, and I could barely muster a whispered Fuck as he kept on pounding me. I never thought, back when I got married, that I would one day end up here, having a cock up my ass. "I'm going to come," J warned me, and I pushed back against him, tightening my grip around his cock. "Where do you want my cum?" "Inside me, fill me up, son," I said, and J obliged immediately. I felt everything, every single spurt of cum as his cock pulsated inside me, and it was the best feeling in the world. In those short few seconds, I knew I'd gotten the taste of something addictive, and that I would have a hard time going back. As J pulled out and rolled me on my back, I realized I'd actually come myself, inside the condom I'd forgotten was still on, just from the feel of J's cum inside me. "I see you really liked that, didn't you, Daddy?" J said, as he slipped the condom off of me, and emptied the content into his mouth. He was such a nasty little jock, and I loved him for it. I grabbed him and kissed him, tasting once again my cum on his tongue while his stayed inside me. We lay next to each other, making out leasurely, while stroking each other's bodies. When it came time for me to leave, J held me tighter, and kissed me harder. "I wish you didn't have to leave," he said, and I looked at him, trying to see his face, but failing to. I could vaguely discern his nose and sharp jaw, which was stubbled, and I knew he had short, soft hair. He was handsome. "I'll see you soon, sweetheart," I said. It was insane, how quickly we'd grown fond of each other, but it felt...right. "Promise?" "Promise," I replied, knowing I couldn't with clear certainty I couldn't get away from J now. As I walked to my car, with J's cum still inside me, I couldn't stop thinking about the next time I could have him filling me up again. I was hooked.

I am a total bottom, but believe the same as the OP. Being watched while getting fucked is a huge turn on. The idea that others have no doubt about my bottom pig desires is exciting. Letting others know that my ass and mouth are readily available helps ensure I will get even more cock. And, if someone wants to film the whole thing....it amps the experience up another notch or two. Knowing that others could use my fuck session as jack of material is pretty damned cool. Makes me want to be the best bottom possible.....so they get the show that gets them off.

I picked up a dose of Hep C from fucking around during folsom in Berlin in 2015. Believe me it's not something that a normal person would go looking for.. felt like shit for quite a while. My doc picked it up during my regular blood tests. A few months later I was diagnosed with kidney cancer, and the hep C complicated the treatment. My case become a study in a couple medical journals. Fortunately the hep C cleared spontaneously and the last blood test was clear.. am now running on one kidney, which I have to look after..

I love just walking in finding a hole up that has just gotten fucked and leaking the previous studs load, turns me on knowing how many guys have put their jizz in before me

Keep making yourself a target for stealthers. I'd love to be the target of a stealthier. It would be a huge turn on to hear him lie, to realize how he's going to get his bugs inside me, and to see his reaction when I pretend to realize that I've been bred.

I would even go as far as to ask: Does it really mean that? If we are talking semiotics, one of the central theories is that the relation between the signifier and the signified is more or less an arbitrary one. What gives a sign a certain meaning is social convention, i.e. a group deciding that sign A stands for object / fact B in the real world. So we have to look at society as a whole. The number of men living an openly homosexual or bisexual lifestyle (and are thus in constant contact with gay lingo and gay symbols) is probably in the 3-5% range. And that only means that they know the difference between bear and otter and have heard of Kathy Griffin. The number of guys that AUTOMATICALLY associate biohazard symbols (or even scorpion tats) with being poz, is maybe a third of that (be it because they are poz themselves, watch TIM porn or lead a barebacker lifestyle so they are in contact with poz guys. It's hard to make an argument that something that has a certain meaning for the 1% is also universally accepted as such. If we take HIV completely out of the picture: Yes, biohazard symbols are cool tattoos. So are "radioactive" signs. Venomous animals are a staple of tattoo art. (Biologically speaking: the human female is attracted to males that seem just the right amount of "dangerous". Just not too much. A car mechanic with a "dangerous" tattoo, not a career criminal). A snake or a scorpion was a "cool" tattoo even before the world had heard of HIV / aids. With all due respect, but IMHO these comments have a lot in common with Cannon's twitter post on the subject. In both cases, on takes one's own perspective and experience in life as a means to judge others. Without taking into account that others might have had different experiences and thus have a different outlook on life. All in all I do agree with Dr. Scorpio: To me it sounds like one of these unfortunate coincidences in life, were you got the tattoo early in life at a time where it had no special meaning and then later you went into a (professional) direction where it already was associated with something else. I don't think it was stupid of him or he should be blamed for it. Just like I wouldn't blame someone for covering his body with runes, because he once was a total fan of the Lord of the Rings, not knowing that it might make him look like a Neo-Nazi. It's just very, very unfortunate. However he should show a little more respect towards poz men and show a bit more humility and insight when being asked about the tattoo instead of freaking out like that. But I think that should go both ways: One should also show respect for the fact that not everyone was born a poz gay barebacker.

I happily took his cock down my throat again, and now being somewhat distracted my hole loosened up even quicker for Chuck. I gasped around his cock when I felt his tongue slid easily into my hole and then back out again only to be quickly replaced by a spit lubed finger. As I chocked down his cock Chuck worked a single tick finger into my tight hole, his tongue working around it adding more lube, persuading my hole to open wider still for him. I was groaning more and more as Chuck worked my hole loose and as he began to press a second finger against my spit slicked pucker he let his cock slip from my mouth and spring forward so that his balls were resting just above my face. Normally I would have gobbled up his balls happily but I was lost in the ecstasy of the invading fingers and roaming tongue, my eyes were shut and my mouth hung open as I panted and grunted. Suddenly I could hear voices down the hall and I wondered for a moment why I could hear them so clearly before I remembered that we had never closed the door to the apartment. In a moment of self-consciousness I tried to muffle my groans but Chuck seemed unconcerned and continued to noisily work my hole with his fingers and tongue. The pressure on my hole increased as Chuck pressed another spit slicked finger against my hole, steadily working it in along side the two he was already twisting around in my hole. Despite my tying to keep it down so as not to be over heard in by whoever was in the hallway I let out a loud gasp and then grunted with a form of pleasure I had never imagined before as his finger suddenly popped inside of me. Chuck chuckled slightly at my ecstatic moaning and began to twist his fingers in and out of my hole spreading them apart as he did so. I had never imagined that this was the joy that the boys I had been fucking were feeling as I had invaded their holes. If it always felt this good I was likely to never top again. “You ready for some cock boy?” Chuck asked, thrusting his fingers knuckle deep into my hole. “Yes, please fuck me with your big cock,” I moaned, feeling my ass twitch around his thick digits. “Oh no boy, you’re not ready for my cock, and besides my cock comes with a little something extra. I want your hole to last a good long while so let's start you off with something a little easier to deal with - like Johnny.” I was confused for a long moment before I heard clothes being shucked and someone moving towards where Chuck had me pinned with my ass in the air on the floor. I could see nothing but Chuck's broad, round, meaty, hair covered ass cheeks and his dark fur rimmed pucker, but I sensed someone else close to my ass as Chuck withdrew his fingers from my hole. Chuck then held my ass open with both hands, and I distinctly remember my hole felt disturbingly empty and open to the air as I waited for god knows what to happen. Then I felt it: the warm tender firmness of a hard cock head pressing against my well slicked and primed hole. My brain screamed with panic. A guy who I couldn’t even see was sliding his cock into my hole, bare I guessed, and I was powerless to do anything about it as I was being held down by the massive Adonis who had seduced me. Just as I started to thrash around in an attempt to break free, the invading cock brushed against my prostate. It seemed as if an electric shock had passed through my entire body. I froze, all the fight gone out of me. All I wanted was for it to happen again. The guy, who’s name I guess was Johnny from what Chuck had said, obliged me without even having been asked. He slid his cock back so that just the head was inside me hole and then plunged down again this time brushing more forcefully against my prostate. I let out the same sort of guttural moan I had when Chuck’s third finger had popped into my hole and I pushed back on the stranger's invading cock, endeavoring to press him against that tender spot again. Johnny was certainly an experienced top. With each stroke his cock head pushed more and more forcefully into my prostate. My groans quickly turned to a constant stream of moans and before long I was muttering “Fuck me, please fuck my ass.” I had transformed into a total bottom and I still could not see who was fucking me. Chuck still squatted over me holding my legs apart as Johnny fucked me. Every once in a while Chuck would mutter encouragement to Johnny telling him to "Use his ass good,” and "Get him ready for a long night of fucking.” I could feel Johnny picking up speed, his thrusts becoming deeper and more erratic. I knew what was coming: he was getting close. I had felt those signs enough times myself, the tingling in the balls as they slowly tightened up closer to one’s body, the waves of pleasure that crashed over one’s cock head and radiated throughout the rest of ones body making it difficult to control the thrusting, all leading up to that moment when… he slammed his cock into me harder then he had done yet and balls deep in my hole began to unload his balls. “Lube him up good,” Chuck encouraged as Johnny panted and his body shook with the force of his orgasm. I could feel his cock pulsing inside my ass, and his warm sticky load filling up my innards answered my question about condoms. He was breeding me. It must have been quite some time sense Johnny had last gotten off judging by the size of the load he dumped in my hole; or, perhaps I was simply over whelmed at the sensation of being bred for the first time. Whichever the reason was it took what seemed a full two minutes before Johnny withdrew his cock from my now squishy hole. “Nice job Johnny,” said Chuck siding a finger into my hole with ease, “got him really lubed up here for the rest of us.” He withdrew the finger, “You wanna see who just bred your hole so expertly boy?” “Yes please,” I said breathlessly. Slowly Chuck let my legs down and then stood up himself swinging his legs over me till he stood next to where I now lay on the floor. There in the doorway stood a guy, completely naked, probably not more then a year older then me, with a slightly on the thin side but certainly long dick, smiling sheepishly at me. He had a strong muscular frame, large pink nipples that stood out from his pale skin, short-cropped blond hair and a boyishly handsome face. “Johnny here lives next door and is the bottom bitch for Chad who’s the super there. He doesn’t get to top very often and we thought lubing you up for some man cock would be a nice treat for him. Chad likes his boys little more hairless then I do but he’s still a sexy fucker,” Chuck walked over to Johnny and tweaked one of his protruding nipples, Johnny jumped a little but smiled. “You know this kid is also an brilliant cock sucker, why don’t you let him clean your cock off Johnny while we see if we can’t work one of these thick man cocks we have waiting into the hole you so kindly lubed up for us.” It was only then that I noticed the three other men standing just beyond the doorway. I only got a momentarily glimpse of them before Johnny was sitting on my chest feeding his cock down my accommodating throat, but from what I could see they were all naked, all tall and powerful looking, ranging in ages for late twenties to earlier forties, and all had massive veiny cocks that made my mouth water and my hole twitch.

I'm from Lisbon and its full of activities and parties! Clubs: Construction - 2 floor disco with a nice darkroom. Bar: Bar cru - Smal bar with darkroom and naked parties Saunas: Trombeta - Big, sauna, turkish bath, glory holes, cinema. Nice and clean. Beach - Praia 19 (Beach 19) - most crowded at summer.

I had a hot time Monday morning. First, I went to the local park and, within thirty minutes, got my dick up a young faggot. The guy looked about 20-something with his Columbia sweatshirt on, short dark blond, nice tight body and a dick about 6 1/2 inches but very thick. He came into the restroom and went into the booth next to me. I began to peep over and noticed he was playing with himself. I began to tap my foot and he did the same thing. Someone else came in and Columbia-boy left, I thought I had missed a fine piece of ass from this guy -- and my poz load up young ass is the best. Well, the intruder pissed and left, and then Columbia-boy came back in and into the urinal. Where the urinals are there is a glory hole. I began to look again as he played with himself and became erect. He went to the glory hole and slid his cock in -- right down my throat. I was already there and chewed on his young beefy dick for a little bit. I sucked for about ten minutes and then I noticed his breathing changed, so I stopped. I got up and stuffed my big cock through, and heard him moan. My 9+ incher gets that a lot. I felt his hot young mouth on my cock, doing his best to swallow me to the root. Every time he gagged, my cock spurted some of its poz precum down his throat. I pulled away after a bit, and told him I was coming over. He opened his door, and smiled. Mr. Columbia liked what he saw: a tall, hairy-chested stud with a big cock. I didn't say much, just spun him around, and said, "I wanna fuck you." He tried to protest, so I squatted down and started eating him out. Soon, I had him moaning and writhing, as he held onto the top of the partition for dear life. Then, I got up, spat on my poisoned cock, and speared him. Columbia-boy winced in pain, and let out a groan of agony. His tight ass wasn't too welcoming for my cockhead, so I pushed harder. Without warning, my cock popped into his ass, and he gasped. I didn't give him any time to adjust, and just started fucking him. He was hurting, and wanting my cock. I gave his tits a hard twist, and his ass opened up real nice. Soon, I had him fucking me back. I felt my balls tingle, and started to pile drive him. His "uh, uh, uh" got louder and louder. I gripped his hip and made on final slam into him, and blasted my first charged load of the morning into his ass. He jerked himself off as I shot another spurt into him, and his ass started dancing on my cock as he came on the stall wall. Cum dripped down his leg when I slid out of him. He grabbed some toilet paper and started to wipe, then noticed the pink goo on the paper. "Shit, I'm bleeding," he said. I looked and shrugged a bit. "Are you safe," he asked me then. "I'm completely healthy," I told him. I straightened myself up, and wiped the pink goo on my cock, and then left the rest room for a break. As I was sitting at a bench, I watched Columbia-boy leave, walking a bit funny and looking a bit worried. I smiled to myself. After he left, I decided I wanted some more ass. So I went to the local university t-room where I normally got young ass and found this hot little twink hanging around outside the bathroom. He was just my type: couldn't have been more than 19 or 20, thin and waifish with short brown hair and beautiful puppy eyes. His eyebrow was pierced and he wore a tight, thin t-shirt that let me know his tit was pierced too. I walked around for a bit and let him follow me. I would outline my 9" dick against my sweats and let him get worked up over it. I played with my dick, getting it hard and dripping precum, and let him drool over the big wet spot I made. I then went into one of the handicapped bathrooms that locked and waited for him. He came in and locked the door. I began to play with my hard dick as I watched him watch me. "Do you want this," I asked him, and he nodded. I pulled him to me, and pulled off his t-shirt. I tongued his tit-ring and he threw his head back and moaned, so I twisted the other one. He grabbed at my t-shirt, and took it off, and nearly came when he saw my hairy chest. He rubbed his smooth twink chest against mine, and got all turned on by it. I unbuckled him and turned him around, I had him lean over the sink in the restroom. Since I really wasn't in a hurry, I just went to work on his neck and ears to help him relax. I kissed him, and ate him out, played with his tits, and sucked his nice big cock for a bit. He watched me in the mirror as I rubbed my poz cock against his ass crack. I did this for a while before spitting on my dick and ramming it home – into his hot twink ass. He grimaced and began to breath hard and tried to jump away but I held him down as I remained in him without moving. His ass felt great! I leaned into him, rubbing my chest against his back and whispered in his ear, telling him how I was going to fuck the shit out of him, and rape his ass with my big dick and fill him up with my hot cum really helped him relax and get into the spirit of things. He began to rock back into my dick. I fucked him almost twenty minutes! As I was fucking him, he began to j/o and get loud and tell me to fuck him with my "big fucking cock." I fucked and fucked him and he came on the floor in the restroom. I was getting real close, and felt my charged cum beginning to churn in my balls. "I'm gonna cum," I said. "You want it?" "Yeah," he panted, thrusting his ass back onto my cock. "Give it to me. Give me your fucking cum. Shoot your load in my ass." As his ass tightened around my dick, I felt my balls lift as I flooded him with my hot poz cum. We rested a bit, and cleaned up. He never once asked me about anything, even after he saw blood on my cock and the paper he was cleaning his ass with. I tweaked his nipple, and said "See you 'round."