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-Spread your legs, bitch! A poppers bottle to my nose and some really deep hits made me comply. Or the meph I'd snorted just before entering the Sauna. I had some ready to be used in my little cubicle, too... stashed away. The anonymous cock buried itself inside me. In one stroke he was balls deep. A bit of a strain, but not too much - I am a good little whore when I'm high. My ass opens up wide, for even bigger cocks to slide right in. They feel the soft nice man's ass, and they pound me real hard.... just the way I want it. So I comply and spread my legs. And he fucks me mercilessly for a good 5 minutes before emptying his hot load inside me. He pulls out and I turn around to clean his cock. Without a word he leaves.... but I know I am going to get more of it real soon. The word will spread... Locking the door I dive down in my stasch. I make a couple of fat lines of meph - and snort them up. Leaving some residue on my nose... I then walk out of my cubicle and lock it. Anyone can see I've taken something, if they look. I walk with my towel over my shoulder to show off my ass real good, over to the darkroom. When I get there, I've got a couple of younger studs in tow. They follow me inside the darkroom and corner me. Their towels drop immediately and they press me down on their cocks. Ahhhh good hard young cocks, ready to fuck ... I suck them both... in turn, and then together.... while they obviously kiss ... I let my hands slip between their legs and squeeze some ass cheeks which seems to make them hornier.... I'm yanked up by one of them and he whispers "You high, man?" and I nod quietly. "Fuck, that's so hot. Turn around".... And around I go. First cock slams into me. Not the biggest one, but hard as a rock. I really love it.... taking some young stud's cock in a darkroom... it makes me feel so good. Grabbing my hips he pounds into me like young guys do. Only lasting one minute or so, he cums... and cums... and cums.... groaning real high, he pulls out quickly to let the last of the boy juices squirt over my ass hole which is wide open. And then his mate comes along. Equally hard, but bigger dick. Same thing. Pounds away for a couple of minutes and fills me with a hot load. All the while moaning real loud and telling me what a good ass I have. A bit dizzy I now stand up. I return slowly to my cubicle, my ass cummy inside and out showing off again. Back in my cubicle I ready my last two lines of meph, nice fat ones... Man, I need this... My ass needs it... I play with my index in the powder and put a good amount on it on my ass hole, mixing it a bit with the still runny cum there... and some lube, just for the sake of it. I crack the door just a little bit... anyone that is interested can now peer in, I turn around and I drag the lines into my nose as a good meph whore. Adding to the buzz... oh man. My ass just twiches for cock. I need cock ... hard cock...no, cocks! Many cocks! Now! Opening up, the guy that comes in is ... I mean... drop dead gorgeous. A short and stocky latino with a nice sized cock... He comes up to me and touches my ass hole... oohhh and pushing some of the meph inside - making it burn a little and me to moan just so. My nose is a bit white still from the powder that didn't go into it... and he leans up to my face and licks my nose off!!! Shit man, I am so fucking horny.... but I can't speak, nothing will be coherent. I'm just thinking.... fuck my brains out! He presses me backwards on the bed, making me go down on my back and spread my feet wide in the air. His face moves to my ass hole and he starts rimming it.... cum/lube/meph in all. I can feel him getting high, his breathing changes and he gets really much more intense. I twitch my hole for him. That does it. He stands up and plunges his cock in me.... pressing the rest of the concoction into me ... oh fuck it burns sooooo goood... I want his cum. I want his cock. Fuck me man... His fucking is furious. Then he slows down and takes his cock out again. My swollen ass hole needs more rimming. I'm in heaven. He rims me for a long time, then resumes fucking me hard and long strokes. Finally I get my reward, a fat load first on my hole and then inside me. After a little cuddling he gets up and leaves, only to be followed by the next guy, an asian dude that has an extremely good body, and contrary to the myth, a nice big cock. He doesn't waste time rimming. He just wants one thing - to put his dick in my hole and fill it with hot liquids. Dirty talker too - keeps telling me what a whore I am, his white bitch... how I'm taking all his dna inside me ... oh, man.... he's sooo hot. He takes his time and then does the unthinkable - he pulls out and cums over my limp meph-cock instead. Oh well... several hours and men later, my high is coming down just so much so that I can get hard again. My cummy body and cock is now ready to pound some nice ass too. I get outside the cubicle and walk to the dark room again. In front of me I see this "twink" - at least he's got a twink body. He notices me looking at him and stops very briefly just to spread his cheeks to show a perfect, hairless hole. Mine. I want that. Into the darkroom he goes, and when I enter I feel him dragging me to him... I smell his breath that reeks of the same thing as me, chems. he's obviously been smoking Tina. His dick is limp, as should be, because I'm just interested in his hole. We kiss for a while, my dick gets really hard from that. He drops to the dirty, cummy floor and starts sucking me real good. Man, I do love a hot twink's mouth in the morning.... Now I want his other end. I pull him up, and turn him around, he leans on the wall of the darkroom. My dick's built in radar goes to work, and I enter him, just like the other men entered me. Oh fuck he's good... man, soft, nice hole.... tina soft ... oooh... I soo want to fill him up now, so I grab his neck, and hold him firmly while I plant my cock deep in him, and keep pounding him hard. He yelps, he moans.... even sometimes screams a little ... (not that I'm so big... he's just high and horny) Finally, my release.... my cum.... my load after so many hours high on meph and poppers.... it feels almost like I'm pissing cum into him. Satistfied - I don't even clean up, I just put my clothes on and walk home.

help me get my kunt like this

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!)

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.

Training evening

These 5 guys are expert at rimming. Which would you choose and why?

I think that chems are an awesome excuse, they absolve you of responsibility for the result of your actions. my opinion, if you NEED chemical assistance to go bare and poz-enthusiastic, you're not ready.

The Doctor say I'm now undetectable level now.

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

“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!)

I know that relationship advice is not really what anyone is on here for for, per se, but I also know that all you guys have been around the block and have experienced a lot too and just feel that I couldn't find a better bunch of guys to ask advice from, so here goes... I'm about a year and a half out of a 30 year relationship with a guy that was just slightly older than me. (i'm early 50's). Though close in age, it turned out over time that we really were two very different people and we eventually grew apart. I was a naive college boy when he met me, but he turned me into a pig who just can't ever get enough. Then he proceeded to hold that against me after he did it. And then I got pozzed in the process. But ya know, it's kind of like Pandora's Box, once that lid gets lifted there's no putting the pig back in the pen again. And his being older than me, though not by much in age, but by a wide gulf in experience, always made me feel like the boy in the relationship, and him the older, more experienced, man. Since it ended, I've been enjoying myself... a lot. There's been lots of hungry bottoms out there that have kept my fat cock happy and who've begged me to load them up. And a few that have loaded me up too. But I've been feeling like I'd like to find a real partner in crime. Recently I met a guy through a popular online dating app. He's cute, he's sexy, he's European (though in the same city as I am), he's got a great sarcastic sense of humor like I do, he professes to be a pig like me with the backstory to prove it.... and he's half my age. There are times when I'm with him that I feel like there's no age difference between us whatsoever. And then there are times when I feel like I don't even know what the fuck he's talking about as he goes on about trash TV, the latest "celebs" in US Weekly, internet memes, stuff that he wants to go to see and do and clubs to go to, etc... It's not like I'm not open to doing any of this. And for once I feel like there is somebody who actually gets me, and I get him too. I'm incredibly attracted to him and it seems he is to me too. I guess what I just want to know is can a relationship like this work or is there just too much of an age/culture/experience difference between guys like us? And I'm also having the additional mental hurdle of now being the older guy/Daddy in the relationship, which just feels so different to me. Have any of you made that switch and was it difficult for you too? Thanks in advance for whatever advice you're willing to give me. I know my pig brothers will be real about this with me, unlike most anyone else.

...so this boy must be very happy then... ...well, at least he looks like he's having fun...

My Master is going way for the summer holidays and he wanted to give me a goodby fuck, and lately he has been mean and degrading to me. Yesterday was the worst so far. he phoned me and asked me to come over, clean and lubricated. when I entered he was naked, smoking a cigar. I immediately knelt down to take his cock into my mouth, it was almost fully erect. Instead he commanded me into the bathroom and told me to spread my legs and show him my hole. I did, he then told me to take the toiletbrush, use the vaseline jar, lube the handle and fuck myself with it, It slid right in, but painful, he told me to lay down, then he pushed it further inside me with his foot and then he pissed on me! I was the allowed to wank myself. when I came, he came in my face, he then called my a dirty whore and told me to get home.

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...

Finally hooked up with a top that I've been talking to for a few weeks on squirt. Went over to his place this morning for what was supposed to be a quickie. I knew he had a larger cock but his pics didn't do him any justice. He was almost 8" long, not the thickest cock I've ever seen but definitely one of the most beautiful looking I've ever seen. Nice big head, perfect scar line and very tight skin on his shaft. I stripped once we got our hello out of the way, he was in a robe and I was able to get my hand on his cock right away. He led me to his room where I got on my knees and started sucking his cock. He fed me a steady stream of precum for almost the entire 20 minutes that I was sucking his cock. He slowed me down a few times and told me that I'm trying to suck his balls out through his cock. When he was ready to make me his bitch he laid me down on the bed, put my legs over his shoulders, put lots of spit on my hole and started working his cockhead into me. The way he was working my hole was extremely sensual as opposed to just fucking. He got his head into me and went in and out a few times to tease me. He knew exactly how to drive me crazy and make me want his cock even more. I started moving my hips to meet his thrusts and that made him start working his cock deeper inside me. After a few minutes of grinding my hips with his he started a slow steady fuck which lasted at least 45 minutes. He was close to cumming a few times but he was able to keep himself close to the edge without unloading his seed. We didn't realize how much time passed until his phone rang and he saw the time. We realized that we both had to get to work so I pulled him down on me, kissed him and begged him to fill me with his cum. He gave me a few hard thrusts, forcing his cock balls deep and I could feel his cock grow a bit inside me. I told him to fill me up but don't pull out, then kissed him again which made him cum right away. His cock was throbbing in me for almost a minute, then he held himself on top of me and slowly grinded his cock around inside my cum filled hole. I jerked myself off while he was resting with his cock inside me and shot a load that landed on my face. My ass contracting when I came gave him another smaller orgasm. He pulled his cock out of me and I could feel his load dripping out of my hole. We layed in bed for a few minutes to let his cum soak into me before I got up and more fell out, then we both cleaned up, I thanked him and made my way to work. I can still feel some of his load leaking out of me when I squat at work, but I've been trying my best to keep whatever is left of him inside me

Something about a bound, blindfolded man....

Anybody want to shoot some hoops?

I felt SO slutty... sitting on a bed in a motel room, stripped, looking at 2 guys, trying to decide which dick to suck first.

Previously... Gavin looked up to me excited again, both of our heads shoving against the back of the couch in matched time. “He plundered my ass like an animal Mike, and I loved it!” Right so... I remember leaning down to snog Gavin then, and then trying to spit down on him and messing about with a strand of spit that stretched between his mouth and mine. Overall the memory gets vague at that point cause of the amount of chems that were in my system. By that point I’d had GHB, MDMA, coke, weed and pills that were laced with fuck-knows-what, so it was a miracle I was still able to form full sentences. I found the pills only a little while after I left Gavin and Theo that first time. I’d gone downstairs, once more wearing the dog-mask, and I looked for the MDMA tray to use as an introduction/prop/shield. At this point I was also thinking about sorting out where my next high would come from. It wasn’t so long ago that’d I’d done the coke in the bedroom with lads, but coke is so more-ish. I was horned up on it but the high was different to the MDMA, I was more up for experimenting with more exotic drugs. I remembered the pills I’d seen in Simon’s cabinet and wondered what other goodies Theo might have brought with him. I was also more curious to see the rest of what this party had to offer. I wanted to taste every flavour here and make sure to get everyone’s stories. It was like my journo instincts were heightened and, pact of mutually assured destruction or not, I wanted to find out as much as I could about the seemy underbelly of Belfast’s A-gays. Well, I wanted to do a lot – maybe it was a coke-fuelled rush, but I had a list in my head: · to properly explore the place (see how the other half lived), · to get more drugs into me (as many as I could without passing out), · to fill my wank bank and… · to get any more dirt on Simon and fill my “gossip” bank as much as possible, cause even though I’d promised I wouldn’t report on anything I saw here, I could at least get good tips on who to investigate later. The only thing was, the last time I dipped a toe into the main room scene, I barely escaped with an (admittedly great) ass-fucking and some seriously non-consensual throat action, and so I was on high alert (well, I was alert and high anyway – couldn’t resist!). The thing is, I only like rough sex from guys who knew my safe word – “Stormont” if you’re wondering. So I was in no mood to have another drug-fucked bartender turn my throat into a fleshlight. Speaking of the devil, I saw Sven on the couch again with two otter-type lads I hadn’t met, sitting on either side of him– one of which I thought could be the Slater fella – he had the right age – a lean lad with a marathon-runner’s body, glasses and a close-trimmed dark-brown goatee the same length and colour as his receding-hair. No doubt he kept his hair almost shaved cause of how much it was thinning out – any longer and he would look like someone’s awkward uncle – instead he just radiated a comfortable sexual appeal – he knew he kept himself in shape and wasn’t afraid to show it off, and yet wasn’t vain enough to wear a pair of contacts. He had far more hair on his chest and stomach, all trimmed to a 2 blade length, and was wearing one of those Addicted-brand jockstraps and a black leather harness across his narrow chest. Right now his pierced cock was hard and sticking out of his jock while he kissed Sven to his left, who reached down to jack him off. A Prince Albert on the young prince of the biggest building dynasty of Antrim! – damn my readers would eat that shit up! Left of Sven, the other younger lad was leaning his head back in pleasure. He also was that fit lean type and wearing black track-suit bottoms with the words NASTYPIG written down the side. Something told me he didn’t pick them up in H&M. …Berlin or Amsterdam more likely. The blond twenty-something lad’s two main features were that he was tall and he had massive ears. He also had this gormless look on his face somewhere between amusement and disbelief. I was intrigued, cause ever since I saw the gay actor Russell Tovey in Looking, I’ve had a soft spot for cute guys with big ears. The guy looked a little like him too, maybe it was in his fuzzy blond chest hair or his awkward body language. That seemed to dissipate as Sven reached over to fish out his swollen dick, whilst still kissing the older Slater fella. I walked over. “Dealer dog” Sven broke his kiss to announce, “have you met Alan and Sandy?” Now I hadn’t talked directly to Sven at the party so far, and I wanted to keep it that way, I wasn’t sure if he’d remember me from life outside, but I wanted to take no chances. I was looking around for an excuse to stay quiet and settled on Sandy, the younger of the two new guys. I walked in front of him and knelt down raising the muzzle on my mask. “Oh fuck Sandy, you’re in for a treat, Dealer Dog does a mean deep throat!” Sven laughed and then pushed Sandy’s cock forward as I leant toward him. I took Sandy’s cut 8” cock in my hand and started lapping on the shaft and his peach fuzzed balls that spilled out over his taut black tracksuit. On his cock I could taste beer and something earthy – oh – right... shit. I realised pretty immediately that Sandy had been fucking earlier and unlike Iain Hawkins, the rugby player who right now was probably sharing some big black cocks with my ex upstairs, I was not an ass-to-mouth kinda guy. I started jacking him while I worked all my will on my non-responsive saliva glands to try and produce a bit of spit. The coke and MDMA coursing through my body were making that one normal act almost impossible. Looking up at him from an angle that went straight through my mask eyeholes and through his thicket of golden blond pubes, I could see Sandy tilt his head back in pleasure. He was definitely enjoying my hand job, so I put more effort into that, making the movement more deliberate and sensual. I realised he wasn’t cut in the American/Jewish sense, he was just one of those guys that outgrew his foreskin in puberty. It just meant there was no scarring, but still meant his glans was drier and thicker-skinned just like cut guys. A blowjob probably wouldn’t be amazing for him anyways, cut guys often (in my experience) prefer lubey handjobs –more friction. I heard one of them describe a blowjob as “nice and warm, but after a while kinda boring…” I finally worked up some spit and gingerly spat to the tip of his bell-end, using my thumb and forefinger to wipe my creamy gob down his glans, working into the underside and moving down to the beginning of the taut foreskin. Wrapping my hand around his juicy meat, I started squeezing more life into his hardening cock, getting into regular hand motions. I’d originally wanted to use the spit to clean the shit off his cock, but the young buck was thrusting into my hand and moaning. My spit reactivated the lube he’d used before... but it was still pretty gummy, so I tapped Sven and pointed at a bottle of lube beside the couch. Underneath the lube was the now almost-empty drug tray. Bingo! I heard a voice “well if that mouth is going free…” and felt a gentle tap on the mask to my right side. I turned to see Alan Slater – scion of the Carrickfergus property magnates, had stood up and was directing his very respectable fat 6” cock at me, Prince Albert shining on the tip, pressing against my mask. “Well” I thought to myself, “while I’m figuring out my next move, it couldn’t hurt to suck a cock or two, just hope I don’t chip a tooth!” As I lifted my dog-snout to take in the stiff member of Alan’s, I felt the bottle of lube pushed into my hand. The mask limiting my vision was giving a surreal edge to this coke-high. Alan, fully hard and fully hooded, pushed past the mask’s edges and filled my dry mouth. He thankfully tasted of just sweat and spit. My heightened senses could make out Alan shuddering as I ran my tongue over his steel ring and around the rim of the hole where it entered by his banjo-string, so I started working that area. Meanwhile I managed to single-handedly open up the lube bottle and hold Sandy’s cock still with my left hand to squeeze the much-needed liquid on him. Feeling a shift of weight from Sandy’s body, I looked up to see Sven’s ass as he repositioned himself to stand over Sandy on the couch and facefucked the young lad. Alan Slater was demanding more attention from me, shoving more and more of his cock past my mask to hit the back of my throat. It was hard to focus on my jacking of Sandy or Sven’s bobbing ass. And Sven’s ass was beautiful thing to behold, with a light dusting of darker blond hairs around the crack but otherwise quite smooth and milky – a bouncing double moon glaring back at me where Sandy’s head should be. As I doubled down my focus to get into a jacking rhythm with Sandy, I saw an opportunity. I pulled back a bit from the couch and putting down the lube bottle, I saw a bottle of poppers by the tray, which had the remnants of some powder on it – about three or four lines worth. I stood up and whispered to Slater, “go face-fuck the blond will ya? I wanna try something here”. Slater muttered sadly about the blond being not as good as me, which, I won’t lie, boosted my ego – and this was with me being half-the-time distracted – poor Sven must really rely on his looks I guess. I passed Alan the bottle of poppers, “here, take these poppers and use them on him – see the difference when he blows you then” Without Alan distracting me, I moved back down on my knees to jack Sandy off again one-handed, while with the other hand I stroked Sven’s ass. Pulling my snout off, I pushed my tongue in between his juicy white mounds and explored his crack looking for his pucker. Sandy was pulsing hard in my hand, thrusting his hardness into my lubey fist. I found Sven’s hole – it was salty, wet and clean. He’d had a shower recently and noone had been at his ass since then. Meanwhile Sven had started snogging Alan who had walked round to the back of the couch, but he pulled back to call back to me, “easy there Dealer Dog, I’m not a bottom ok?” I pulled back and nodded at Sven and then when he turned back I pointed to Alan and pointed to the poppers – he got the gist. Half squatting, I ran my hands down Sven’s pale muscled back as Slater fed him his cock and the poppers. Slater leaned over to me and held them under my mask before feeding Sandy also. Ah, poppers, they’re such a communal little ritual. There’s something about that little pause in a group scene where you all stop to snort from the little brown bottle that keeps on giving, making sure noone spills it and everyone’s had their fill, and then the rush comes. I held up two fingers and pointed to Sven again, Slater, god love him, was one smart cookie and fed Sven a second round. At this point they were starting to kick in with me and I ran my hands down to Sven’s pert globes and kneaded them as I bent down into a full squat – the chaps I was wearing reminded me of their presence by the chill of air on my own exposed hole. Sven was now fully feeling the effects, along with whatever other drugs he’d been taking – poppers tend to reignite a waning high – and so he pushed back into my hands. I pushed his cheeks apart to see an almost lurid pink pucker winking at me. I shoved my face in, and Sven shoved back with equal force. I’d wanted to this since the first day he’d been hired at my local. But he was getting all the attention then and I was invisible – just another patron. As I tongued deep into his pink ridges, there was a part of me getting off on the fact that though I’d gotten what I wanted, Sven hadn’t a clue who I was. I was just another mouth, albeit, giving an amazing rimjob. Now many people when lamenting about shit rimjobs, don’t realise that one of the ways the get the best out of an enthusiastic rimmer, is to almost suffocate them with your ass. Don’t be timid and worried you’re hurting the other fella – the other fella can take care of himself (well… 90% of the time). Now obviously if you’re three times the size of the other guy – don’t sit on top of ‘im, but otherwise, fucking go for it! Shove your ass right onto the other guy’s tongue. Get that tongue so far up in your hole you can start your own ass sucking on it. That’s a proper rim-job! None of that meek little “two licks and let’s fuck” kinda shit! Sven, now that he was flying high on poppers, grabbed my tongue with his hole. I buried my snout-free mouth into that Viking man-pussy for all I was worth. The taste, the sensation, the lack of oxygen combined with the other highs! Fucking A! I could have done that all night. Oh man he tasted fucking heavenly. It was like a bolt of lightning every time I chewed down on that hot bartender’s ass. As it was I kept at it for another round of poppers, tongue-pounding that pink pussy into an open, wet mess. Then when Slater (who was enjoying the more intense popper blowjobs Sven was giving him) started to reach for the little brown bottle once more, I pulled back and started to work my right lubey thumb into Sven’s hole. He turned back to me, but didn’t say anything, just shook his head a little. I held up my left hand to wave that I was only rubbing his hole, nothing more… not yet anyways… As Sven turned his perfect blond head back to sucking Slater and getting a hit of poppers, I pushed Sven’s ass down a bit as I repositioned myself and ducked my right hand down to the tray. There I ran my wet gummy thumb and the side of my hand all across it, trying to pick up as much of the powder as possible. Pulling up my hand it looked like someone’d been over-enthusiastic with the salt while doing tequila shots – there was MDMA all from the tip of my forefinger to my thumb. I dove back in to his poppers-quivering hole, alternating between lapping, spitting and thumbing, all the while working the powder over from my drug-covered hand to his pretty little sphincter. Slater tapped my shoulder to serve me poppers, but I shook my head. I didn’t want to overcomplicate things. As it was, I remembered Sandy and ducked my left hand down to start jacking him again, while still working the last of the paste into Sven’s hole, giving him a booty bump under the guise of a sloppy rimjob. Sandy was running dry again so I pushed Sven’s ass down a bit more as I rocked back on my heels to get the lube. At this point Sven went on his knees on either side of Sandy to continue deepthroating Slater’s cock. His face was red from overdoing the poppers and you could see him really try to gag the whole thing down – impressive really, especially the way his veins stood out on the side of his neck. Meanwhile I could still taste the nasty bitter taste of MDMA in my mouth and stood back up thinking to grab some water. As I did, nature took its course and I saw Sandy start to rub his cock enthusiastically up Sven’s crack. I chuckled and broke out the lube again and liberally rubbed the whole area, also leaning in and rubbing my still hard cock with the lube and teasing Sven’s hole lightly with the tip. Sven turned around again, noticeably slower. “Dealer dog, be careful there alright?” I nodded, with absolutely no intention of being careful. The fucker had made me puke on Kurk McCaimble’s beautiful dick, so I was gonna enjoy seeing where this was going. Still though, I needed to play for time… I looked down to my hard cock and Sandy’s lower half below me – mostly covered still in tracksuit. My cock had sprung to rock hard life again with the lube I rubbed on it (and the Caverject I took a while back) and it was aching for a dipping. I yanked off the Mister Rob gear that Sandy wore and rubbed up and down his nicely muscled runner’s legs. As I spread them and reached a lubey hand underneath (only to find a lubey ass), I rubbed against something hard and looked down and see that the lad had a taint piercing. Fuck me, both lads were pierced! I grinned over at Sandy as I flicked his taint ring a little and then started rubbing my cock up against his hole. He grunted like a pro, and started to inch himself on top of me, all the while taking more cock from Sven. For a lad in his early 20s he was some trooper! I left my cock at about a 60 degree angle and started to slick up Sandy’s hole with my dick while rubbing his own dick in slow lines up and down past Sven’s pink passage. I could feel a dull buzz as the MDMA I’d licked started to work on me. Not a mad rush, but enough to slow down time a little and turn the heat and empathy up. Suddenly it seemed that I shouldn’t deprive Sandy’s waiting juicy ass any longer and I pushed my dick on into him with ease. The lad took it well, considering we weren’t on the same peak, and adjusted to my thrusts pretty quickly. I could feel the heat radiating out of him calling to my balls and I started pounding into him, eager to drain my load in one of these asses. Speaking of asses, I wrenched my drug-reduced attention over to Sven’s ass and holding Sandy’s dick in one hand and squeezing up and out Sven’s right ass-cheek, I manoeuvred the cock and hole into perfect alignment for some lubey rubbing. Sven didn’t turn around to stop me as he’d been taking poppers again and was feeling the hit while gagging on Slater’s cock. I leaned in and took a hit that round too and as the rush came my focus increased to the point that it seemed that all my peripheral vision was gone, just a ring of black. All I could focus on was the sweaty tangle of bodies in front of me. I pounded poor Sandy up to my hilt now and ground the kid’s cock against the bartender’s dirty blonde crack. I could hear a low appreciative moan from both of them. Those moans… maybe it was the little hit of MDMA, maybe it was the tail-end of the coke, but I knew that I had to make them moan in unison. I pulled out to halfway and started plunging back in and out as I pulled Sandy’s knees up over my shoulders. Meanwhile I rocked back on my heels putting one hand out behind me to balance. Ah coke-fuelled acrobatics! At this point, Sandy’s cock was bobbing and flailing with my rhythm, so I used my other hand to steady it against Sven’s crack again, and through the miracle that is drug fuelled energy, I managed to sort out a thrust that then butted Sandy’s cock up and against Sven’s hole. My manic senses were in charge now and I lowered my own centre of gravity to adapt my upward thrust. Sandy’s hips at this point were fully out from the couch with me underneath them. Sven’s ass was brought out too by Sandy continuing to suck his cock and being as flexible as a 23 year old can be. As I increased the pressure on the Icelander’s closed pucker through Sandy, I could almost feel the resistance coupled with longing... With my one free hand I started to massage the tip of Sandy into Sven. I had the excuse “just the tip” ready on my lips for when the lil Viking would turn back to us again. I was also strangely excited to test just how much I could get away with, who would chicken out first? Me or the dom top Sven? The amount of lube on my hand and Sandy’s cock meant I only needed a short time to start getting “just the tip” to open the frosted pink sphincter. Leaving Sandy’s head in for just two seconds, I then guided it out and around the “areola”- the super sensitive area where the skin texture shifts from butt-cheek to asshole – Sven had a lot of it, like.. a lot... Circling back to basecamp I popped in about half the head again before luxuriously tracing another slow sloppy circle around the pucker area. This was all one-handed while trying to keep a good upward thrust rhythm into Sandy’s juicy used hole. I won’t lie – I don’t think I would’ve pulled it all off without the coke and MDMA. I found it easier after a bit to go hilt deep into Sandy and then rebalance myself into a squat, freeing my other hand. Man I love PNP now – if for no other reason than they give you such a great exercise! Right now I was eye level with the sweat pools on the tops of Sven’s pearly white butt cheeks – the lad was sweating bucketloads. The MDMA was having its effect. I reached to the pooling sweat and rubbed it up and down his ass crack mixing with the lube. My hand went back to Sandy’s cock, which was resting between the cheeks and relubed it with the sweat. Now that I was balls deep in the lad I had more control over his cock. I once again started circling the head around Sven’s soft pink tissue. With my other hand I reached out to Slater and took the poppers from him. Taking a snort again and then holding them in front of me I waited for Sven to snort deep with each nostril before passing them back. As the rush came again I started squeezing that virgin ass, grabbing both cheeks and rubbing them like a titty-wank around Sandy’s 8”. The world was all throbbing colours and sounds and the skin-on-skin contact was intense. It was now or never. I moved the cock into position, docked the sphincter easily to three-quarters of the head inside. Then I eased the last quarter in, feeling the rushing blood pumping, communicating the horniness of what I was seeing and feeling. As the ass-lips were closing over the head I thrust deeply into Sandy, fucking his dick’s head fully into Sven. Another thrust – two inches – Sven starts to tense Another thrust – three inches – I knead Sven’s ass-cheeks as he arches his back Another thrust – he’s starting to buck as he turns around, I reach up to his shoulders, now about a foot above my head, and guide him down Another thrust, fully in, and a lot of pressure on me – basically half of Sandy and all of Sven – I grit my way through it as Sven’s squirms in my arms. Another thrust – I turn the blond’s head back to me and as he starts to protest, I kiss him – a long heavy kiss Another thrust, Sven relaxes a little and kisses back, and just then, Slater chooses this moment to cum all over us, and the cum flies everywhere – pierced fellas are messy and unpredictable – but most of it hits Sven on the chest. That sort of bookended my threesome with the lads, cause at that point I had to pull back and awkwardly disentangle. The pressure had become too much. Once out, I leaned in to grab Sven by his cummy hair and snog him again. He tasted of liquorice and Slater’s dick. Sandy was still inside him and took that opportunity to regain lost ground. I felt Sven tense again and so I snogged him even deeper – powerfully, violently, grinding into his mouth. I had some cum from Slater on my nipple and pulled Sven down to it. “Lick it off” I ordered and he licked it off hesitantly as Sandy’s thrusts started making his head bob. I pulled his head back and looked into his dilated drug fucked eyes. “Feed me that cum!” I ordered. His eyes stayed the same – no recognition of my accent, but he obeyed the order sure enough. Leaning up he kissed me, all the while bobbing to Sandy’s 23-year old energy. I tasted Slater’s sour grapefruit flavours and snowballed it back to Sven. I heard a crushed whimper from him as Sandy changed speed and started to powerfuck him. I nodded over to a recovering Slater who fed us both poppers and kissed the blond again. During that rollercoaster rush I just held on and felt the sex around me – Sandy’s ongoing thrusts deep inside of the northern lad and his muffled moans, all the while I was feeling explosions of sensation as I kissed him, deeply, passionately, violently. As it subsided, I let go of Sven’s hair and broke the kiss off, both of us gasping for air, his mouth raw and red. I leant down and locked lips with Sandy who was smiling bemusedly. He whispered in a Derry accent, “thanks for the fuck lad”, and I didn’t know if he was talking about me or Sven. I picked up my mask’s snout and the empty tray and winked at him. Standing up I ran my hand over to Slater, flicking his nipple and winking at him too, I left. I didn't even look at Sven again. OK priority list now updated: Wash dick, Get goodies for the drugs tray, All the other points, explore, dig up dirt, etc…

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!)

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 have waited a bit to respond to this post. I found I had very conflicted reactions to that video. Perhaps not a popular view, it is still my opinion. I do have some capacity of concern and support for those who are really suffering with the disease we share. For many of us----like that hot little slut in the video---becoming infected was a lifestyle choice. But for those who have become infected when it WAS NOT their choice, compassion is the right response. But so much of what he had to say seemed self-serving or an outright attempt to refuse to take full responsibility for his own action. When he said that he never thought it would happen to him. FUCK, does he have a "special snowflake" ass that has magic powers to ward off evil cock? No, like all of us know.....if you fuck raw long enough you are gonna catch something. And if you like to play on the wild side, getting knocked up is a reality.....not a myth. He tried pushing some blame to a PORN production company. Anyone who would put their sexual health decisions into the hands of a sketchy for profit business is a fool. News flash buddy, did you not think there was maybe some risk in taking it raw on camera? Some of his other comments seemed to be disconnected from the reality I know as a bottom faggot. He appeared to have little knowledge of the transmission and progression of HIV. He did not seem to be aware of the risks that raw POZ sex brings to your life. Yes he was very sick in the video. But he needs to put on his big faggot drawers like a man and manage his life...not WHINE about it. He fucked raw and got caught. Big fucking deal....happens ever day. To have enjoyed the cock and cash, and then second guess that when it gets serious is just plain narcissistic. Too bad more people do not have a clue about sex until they are lying on their backs with their feet in the air getting their prostrate massaged by a massive cock. That is not the time to make your decisions about sexual health. There are those who do not understand while some of us will gladly take diseased dick in our own effort to know knocked up. Most of us are men about it and fully accept the fate that goes with our choice. While we face the same future as was shown with this young man, we do so not as victims, but with the confidence we made the decision that was right for us. There may be a day that I curse what the virus is doing to my body.....but I will never do anything other than fully own the responsibility.

Yesterday afternoon I was in a sling at CCBC in Palm Springs and this dude was fucking me. After a little while he paused and asked me if he could piss inside me. Being the good sub that I am I told him it was his decision. He filled me full and continued to fuck me for another 20 minutes. It was so fucking hot. It ended with his load mixed in with a lot of piss. After he finished I walked back to the room with piss dripping down my legs. Hard as hell just thinking about it.

Disclaimer for my shitty writing, but everything written here is true. The first time I had bareback sex was also the first time I ever had sex. After graduating from college in 2010, I moved to NJ for grad school. I created an account on Planet Romeo to meet up with the local guys, but usually it was just for a quick blow job here and there. After a few months, a guy messaged me, and specifically stated he was interested in my ass. At first I was a bit hesitant, but I desperately wanted to pop my anal cherry, so I made plans with him. We first met at a grocery store parking lot. He jumped into the passenger seat of my car and we started chatting to break the ice. I wish I could remember his name, but honestly he might not have even told me. He said he owned a painting company, working with clients and builders in the area. I couldn't take my eyes off this tan Latino man with dark glittering eyes, and a tight solid body. Maybe he knew I was a novice, he grabbed my thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze, which got me rock hard. I told him that I had no lube or condoms, so he left the car momentarily to pick some up from the grocery store. After getting the essentials, we made our way to the motel. He grabbed a room, and I followed behind, my dick still hard. We began making out and getting undressed, no time wasted. I dropped to my knees and sucked his dick, doing my best to get him hard and wet as possible. He then threw me on the bed and we assumed the missionary position. My ankles were around his neck as he slowly pushed in, and he seemed to know how slow to enter into me. At the moment I was too focused on overcoming the pain, and pressed my hands against his chest to guide him. "Is this your first time?" He asked. "No," I lied, "It's just been a while. Can you get the lube and condoms?" He brought over the lube and we tried again. "I like it. Your hole is really tight," he said. I grinned a little, but mostly grimaced, but he finally was inside my ass all the way. Let the fucking begin! But at that moment, I just remembered, he was not wearing a condom. "Can you wear a condom?" I asked, looking up at him as he slowly fucked me. "Just a sec. If I pull out now, you'll be too tight to fuck later." I nodded, that kinda made sense. We began kissing, and I got lost in the sensations of his cock in my ass and tongue in my mouth. He gradually built up the momentum, and he soon began pounding my hole. Everything felt amazing, I enjoyed the way he varied his motions and speed, and also how he kissed me deeply. He slowed down after a little while and he asked me how I felt. I kissed him in response. "I think I might have forgot to mention something to you." He said while looking down at me. "I'm married. You okay with that?" I didn't know how to respond to that. I was a little shocked to hear it, but wondered why the awful timing. "To a guy?" I asked dumbly. "No, I'm no fag. To my wife." He said. He explained how he was discreet, but was looking for a fuck buddy on the side. He wanted someone he could call up anytime and fuck whenever he wanted, on his terms. "So, are you interested?" He said all this to me while he was on top of me, fucking me slowly. My cock got even harder, and I felt I was losing myself to the moment. "Fuck yeah." I gripped his arms and squeezed my ass around his dick. He pumped harder and asked, "You want to be my bitch?" It felt like dirty talk. "Yes, please. Fuck me." And fuck me he did. He quickened his pace and pounded my ass harder. He pinned me down with his body, so that I was unable to push him away if I wanted to. He finally came, groaning in my ear and collapsing on top of me. I felt my dick pulse too, sandwiched between our bodies. Then I remembered, he was not wearing a condom. I freaked out in my head, and freaked out even more for committing myself to be this man's bitch, whatever that meant. After we finished cleaning up, he made a big deal about having my phone number on his cell. He said if I ever get a call from his number, it might be his wife. If I answered, he told me to lie to his wife, and say that I was a client of his company. We parted ways and never met up after that. He reached out to me occasionally, but I was still too freaked out to even respond back. I still look back on that afternoon fondly, and I feel my fetish for barebacking came from this first fuck. My second fuck was also with a married man, which I will save for a later date, if you guys are interested.

For my second night in Berlin I was eagerly awaitIng the start of the Fickstutenmarkt, the horse market, that I had read and heard so much about. An ex-boyfriend had for sparked my interest when he told me about it. In fact he was rather jealous that I would be able to go to Fickstutenmarkt during my trip. For anyone not familiar with it, the mares or bottoms arrive first and are hooded and placed about the sex club where they can be mounted by the stallions or tops when they arrive later. Although I am in shape and attractive for my age, I was anxious when I arrived as I am an older bottom and I was worried that all the bottoms would be fit young twinks. Once inside and undressed, I realize I need not to have worried...The bottoms were all different shapes and types from Twinks to otters to chubs. I collected my red hood, showing that I wanted to be barebacked and headed upstairs to the sex club. The next hour was checking out the competition (which some bottoms took very seriously- I attempted to talk to one other bottom who brushed me off completely!) and staking out a position in the room. I managed to grab a sling as the fuck benches were completely occupied already. I had a pleasant conversation with a nice German bottom who'd been to Fickstutenmarkt several times and was able to fill me in on the routine. After being hooded, I realized you could see slightly out the bottom of it. The song played announcing the start of Fickstutenmarkt and the tops entered. I had positioned myself in the sling only to be told by one of the helpers that this was not allowed. You had to wait for the top to put you in the sling. The first hour was a learning curve as I stood dumbly by the side of the sling. It seem like my worst fears for coming true. No one was choosing me. In my mind I said "damn! They're all running over to the 6 foot five blonde Hitler youth with the ass and abs that I saw earlier!" . A bottom pushed past me to position himself on the sling pretending that he was being taken there by a top. After stealing my sling, I could hear and sort of see tops coming over to feel up his hole and fuck him. I realized position was everything! No top was going to fuck me if my ass wasn't really available and on view. There was just too much other ass to choose from! So I started to slide over to the fuck benches… Slowly as not to attract attention from the monitors. And I did it! I put my ass proudly up in the air and I was ready to go! Within five minutes, my ass up and slapped, probed and groped. Next came the first fuck of the evening. Not a huge dick, slender and of average length but I was thrilled to finally get fucked. All around me you could hear the sounds of sex; slapping, moaning, groaning, skin upon skin. I don't know if it's because we were hooded, but I felt like the bottoms made more noise there than any place I've ever been. I eagerly added in my share. Overall I ended up getting fucked by about 12 tops and loaded a couple of times. My impression is it's a tops paradise rather than a bottoms. Many of the tops were sampling and went from hole to hole rather quickly. After about 2-2 1/2 hours, I took a break and decided that I'd had more fun at Lab.Oratory the night before. I'd be curious to know about other people's experiences at Fickstutenmarkt. Both tops and bottoms.

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A fuckbud and his buddy were in town last night. They stopped at the local ABS and didn't find much, so I told them to come over when they were done there. Had them walk in and find me naked in bed like I do with all my bottoms...my fuckbud didn't waste any time getting undressed and sucking me, had my cock in him in no time and was pounding him. His buddy stripped down and all, but seemed fidgety and...weird. The buddy eventually got dressed and said he was going down to the car...he never came back in. Oh well. My fuckbud and I kept fucking for a few and then would stop to see if we could find others on websites or apps to join us (I knew it was pretty useless, but we tried). We fucked/rested like this a few times, but ultimately we got going and he had brought some spray poppers that we both inhaled through a cloth in our mouths and I just went crazy on his hole until I blasted my nut. It was pretty intense. He's a relatively new fuckbud to me, but damn his hole is nice.

HOLY FUUUCK...

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

Horned up and hit the bookstore. No cars in the lot - bad sign, but maybe they parked around the corner (a lot of straight guys do at this store). Paid my money and walked in. Empty except for a guy in the back jacking. Walked through to the smoking patio - 3 guys all sucking each other. Went back inside to the guys jacking, dropped to my knees in front of him and he showed it in my mouth. He responded to the things he liked and I sucked him good. He started moaning and I backed off. I got up off my knees, but stayed bent overgiving him the ability to rub my ass if he wanted. He did, so I pulled down my gym shorts. His finger found my hole and he shoved it in. He moaned when I milked his finger with my hole and he pushed me forward against the wall. He spit on his dick and shoved it all the way in. I gasped a bit - it was nice and girthy, but then I backed up on him giving him the green light. He fucked like he'd just got out of prison! Hard pounding in deep strokes. I heard him breath harder and grunt more, so I started milking his cock. I MADE that man cum in my ass and he exploded! I made him stay inside me until the last spurt was in me. I slowly pulled off of him, spun around and licked his cock clean. He quickly put himself away and left. Love helping out those straight guys!

PART 3 of Speed Breeding: All I knew about what was going to happen was when C.O. - a local, thug pimp who ran young twink guys on the street - dropped me off at Garrett’s house and told me, “Aiight, you’re on loan to me tomorrow. Be ready at 3:00. I’ll pick you up. I need a gangbang bitch for a group of brothas who’ll be watching the game tomorrow night. They get off on raping a faggot. They know you can’t call the cops cause they won’t give a shit and they know there’s no risk of baby mama drama. My man says you can handle it. That’s why he’s got you - and Kip - booked for Speed Breeding on Friday. You know you’re taking one of my boy’s slots right? It’s cool yo - business is business, but you got to prove to me - and Garrett - that bussy can handle ANYTHING we fucking throw at it and from what I hear, you still green and fresh to the scene.” Garrett and his two homeless BBC buddies had spent the night keeping me filled with cocaine, Garrett’s troll dick, and raw BBC. Garrett said I needed to be fully trained and prepared for Friday night’s sex party where I would be one of two featured bottoms for the VIPs in the Speed Breeding booths. I would be naked and for $20, the tops - ANY top - could fuck me raw and cum in my ass - no questions asked. This was about 20 years ago when there was no PREP, no sex sites promoting BB fucking, and when safe sex and the AIDS-scare meant that raw fucking was a totally underground, taboo activity. Thus the appeal for these men. No awkward discussions on status. No demands at the last minute to wear a condom. No concern about some bitchy queen making a scene at the bar the next time they had a drink about them not playing safe. While I had never done anything like that before, I knew I wanted to and needed to - bad! So far, anything Garrett had thrown at me I had done and taken from his homeless buddies, to the panhandler up on the corner, to Garrett breeding me raw in the bar with his ugly old troll dick minutes after I met him. OK, so I was high on cocaine - coke - for most of it. But fuck it. Time to live a little. I had recently tested POZ and again - 20 years ago - that meant I probably had on a couple of good years left if that. I planned to go out in a blaze of glory and fucking enjoy life for once. Garrett had broken off from the triple tag play twice during the evening as his regular sweater queen butt buddies showed up apparently needing some troll dick too. Garrett laughed when he came back downstairs to my new basement apartment in his townhouse and slid right back up my ass, “You ever taken a dick right after it’s been up someone else’s ass?” he asked, “Wait until Speed Breeding, that’ll be the least freakiest part of it. Much of the ‘sex’ party is mostly posers walking around with a little grabbing, stroking, and sucking. It’s mostly watching and the tease of real sex. A few guys fuck in the corners for sure, but most folks are still too up tight to go all out so that’s where the Speed Breeding comes in. I need to ensure my guests don’t leave with blue balls.” I awoke sometime Wednesday morning much like the morning before in the midst of a tangle of homeless BBC man flesh and like the pig I was becoming reached back and guided a bruiser shaft into my ass. “Fucking cunt,” my guest said as he slid in my ass and began pumping, which awoke his buddy and soon two more loads were inside me. While they took turns using the shower and bathroom and gathering their shit up, I snorted a few lines of coke off a plate Garrett had left and tip toed up the stairs, pausing at the door to the first floor in case Garrett had company. I peeked around the kitchen and saw it was just him. Yeah the morning light only made his haggard, troll features more pronounced but as a thank you I calmly walked in, he turned, and I presented my cummy hole for inspection. “God damn,” Garrett said as he slid in me, BBC nutt sprinkling the linoleum beneath our feet, “You trying to wear my dick down to a nub? I literally cannot bust a load now no matter how much I try. Here, have some coffee. But, with the party on Friday you need to just do liquids for the next two days. No food. It’s important that you are ‘clean’ during the party if you know what I mean. While a cummy hole is one thing….” I smiled, “No worries. I understand. I’m not hungry anyways.” Garrett laughed, slid out of my hole, and as I kneeled and licked his shaft clean he sighed. Once done he handed me a fresh plate, “Good thing I got enough coke to kill an elephant. Fuck - for a newbie you can put that shit down and have a tolerance that most men would envy - and an ass too.” Well I was up, wired, and with our guests gone I followed Garrett up to the third floor of his town house, which served as his extended office. It looked like it had originally been a couple of bedrooms, but he had opened the walls, and the room was filled with boxes, shelves, papers, and God knew what. He adjusted his dick in his boxers as he sat at an old, oak desk, his coffee cup making a fresh ring of moisture on the wood, “As you can see. I told you I need the help.” Thanks to the plentiful cocaine, time flew and while I’m not sure we really did much that first day, it did make me realize there was clearly much more to Garrett than what one might initially see - both as a person and a business man. A deep voice bellowed from downstairs, “WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT MAN?” It was C.O., the pimp. Garrett looked at his watch and said, “I believe you have plans tonight? C.O. may be rough around the edges, but he will protect you, so no matter how new, scary, or whatever the situation may appear, just know he will bring you back home safe and sound.” Home. Part of me had not been sure I would ever have that again, but within a few days I had found one, and new friends. Speaking of, C.O. bellowed again and I laughed, “GET THAT FUCKING WHITE BUSSY DOWN HERE! YOU KNOW PLAYIN COY AND SHIT AIN’T HOPPIN. WHERE’S DAT WHORE? MY NICCAS WAITING ON THAT TWEAKER ASS BUT FIRST I NEED ME A TASTE SO I CAN PUNISH SOME GUTS! I GOTZ SOME MILK FOR THEM TASTEE-OS, DOES A BOOTY GOOD!” Oh yeah, I liked him! Garrett stayed in his office as I went downstairs to greet our guest. C.O. was standing on the lower landing, looking up, and seemed to enjoy the peaks of flesh my running shorts created as I came down the stairs. I stopped a few steps above him so I could look him in the eye, “YOU READY TO GET SOME MANDINGO DICK ALL UP THEM GUTS?” he asked, “READY TO LET ANY NICCA THAT WANTS IT TO CLIMB UP IN THAT BUSSY AND BEAT IT DEEP?” C.O. got his answer a minute later as I lay on my back on the sheets still moist and stanking from the homeless BBC tag team and begged him to ‘fuck my white cunt’. I stuffed a few bags of coke in my short’s pocket and we as drove to meet up with his friends C.O. blew some smoke out the driver’s side window, grabbed the bulge in his pants and said, “WHEN WE GET IN THE JOINT I WANT YOU TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. I’LL SET YOU UP IN THE FRONT ROOM. IF A NICCA SLAPS YOU - SAY THANK YOU. IF HE SPITS ON YOU - SAY THANK YOU. IF HE PINS YOU DOWN AND RIPS THAT CUNT RAW AS HE TALKS SMACK - SAY THANK YOU - NOTHING ELSE. WHORE’S DON’T SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO YOU HEAR ME? YOU UNDERSTAND? WE AIN’T PLAYIN HERE. THESE NICCAS MAY START OUT ONE OFF AND A BIT EASY BUT TRUST - AS THE GAME GOES ON, ADRENALINE PUMPS, DRUGS AND DRINK LOOSEN THE BROTHAS UP - SHIT’S GOING TO GET BUCK WILD.” Well, the night was far more that I could have ever imagined and rare that someone can honestly and truly say they were gang raped. Any resistance my ass had was broken. Any instinct to resist, push back, run, tap out, was fucked out me. It is amazing what one can endure and now when I hear tops speak about a bottom that said they couldn’t take a 8-inch dick I laugh - they have no fucking idea how to be a true bottom - a true slut - a true whore for cum and dick and even if you have to pay for the experience, it makes your future life as a bottom so fucking much better! C.O. drove me home several hours later. He double parked, eased me out of the passenger’s seat, and held me up as we walked down the driveway between the two townhouses to the back yard gate and the entrance to my basement apartment. I fumbled with the keys - my mind and body beyond my control right then. Next thing I knew I was face down in the small patch of grass in Garrett’s backyard as C.O. drove his elongated black dick into my well-used ass. “FUCKING WHORE CUNT. LOVE THAT WHITE PINK PUSSY. YOU BEST BE LEAVING YOUR DOOR UNLOCKED AT NIGHT OTHERWISE I WOULD HATE TO HAVE TO BREAK MY MAN’S SHIT UP TO GET IN AND TAKE WHAT I NEED. NOW THAT I KNOW YOU A TRUE FREAK SLUT, MAYBE WILL SEND A FEW GUYS OVER ON THE REGULAR, OFFER SOME OFF-THE-MENU SIDE SNATCH FOR THOSE CUSTOMERS WHO WANT SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE OFF THE STREET GRID.” Garrett was waiting in my apartment when I was plopped on the bed. Had he heard us in the yard? Had the neighbors? Garrett shoved a couple pills in my mouth and held up a glass to make me drink like I was an invalid and then I was out. “Drink this,” a distant voice said. Once, twice maybe? I rolled over and moaned. Jesus fuck my body was sore. I swiped a hand across my face - fuck I stank too - or it was the sheets - or all of the above. I eased to an upright position and on the small table by the bed was a pitcher of orange juice, slightly melted ice cubes in a glass, and a plate of cocaine - fat, long lines of snow white - fitting as it was an old troll/dwarf who left them for me. I tried to snort the coke first but my throat was so dry I just gagged and coughed and huffed half of it right back out. A glass of juice later I was better, and then a few lines, more juice, and I was raring to go. I got off the bed, threw on a t-shirt and shorts and slowly made my way upstairs. Garrett was not on the first floor, it was daylight out, and the clock said 2:00 p.m. There was more coke in the kitchen and I needed it. Wiping my nose I slowly took step after step up to the third floor and found Garrett behind his desk. He smiled, “And on the third day Christ arose,” he said. I squinted my eyes in question, “Ok, it’s been two days, You’re early. But still.” It was Friday? I had been out like what 30+ hours? A fucking ton of coke later and I was wired and raring to bend over for a donkey dick - literally. Garrett led me to the warehouse where the sex party was going to be. We stopped in an alley between the warehouse and a few apartment buildings that faced Rhode Island Ave. He leered at me, held out a brown bottle of coke, had me sniff up, then asked, “WANT A QUICK LOAD UP THAT ASS BEFORE WE GO IN? BEFORE YOU BECOME THE QUEEN - APOLOGIES - THE KING OF SPEED BREEDING? IS THAT ASS READY?” In response I tried to snap the finger off that he had wedged in my hole, then bent over, opened up like a summer flower, and waited for him to put his stinger in me to fill me with his nectar. Yeah, Speed Breeding was going to be fucking fun! Stay tuned for part 4. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Re-upping this for me... still looking for that one load that stays with me!

The black guy that flogged me today came back this morning with 2 friends. Smoked a bit and then met them naked at the door, sporting the bruises from yesterday and with collar and flog in hand. He immediately bent me over a chair and began flogging my ass while telling me what a whore and a pussy i was and telling me how they were going to use my cunt. Front door still open they all stripped down and i started sucking a hefty cock while another guy picked up my hips, lubed up and started slowly pushing into my ass until he was buried all the way and telling me he was going to load me with his poz baby juice. While i was being used from both ends one guy started flogging my back, hitting me hard enough to raise a few welts. He stopped when they switched around and he slid into my ass and started pumping it right away. I loved how he pulled that thick black cock all the way out and then would plunge back into me. One after another they fucked me and then started the round robin over again. They didn't care about me, they just wanted a cum hole they could abuse and it was obvious i loved being their cum dump. As the last guy was grunting his load into my ass 2 young mormon missionaries walked up to the door and looked in to see 2 naked black guys standing around a white guy getting fucked by a 3rd black guy. One of the black guys walked over to the door, big dick swinging, and asked if they wanted a blowjob from me. They stood there for a minute saying nothing but it was obvious from the bulges in their pants that the scene made them horny lol. Finally the black guy told them to get in here and drop their pants so i could take care of their cocks. Surprising me they actually came in, pulled their pants and shorts down and i gave them blow jobs. One of the other guys was hard again and started fucking me again while telling me what a fucking slutty whore i was. Didnt take long for the mormons to cum and then the guy in my ass blasted his load deep in my guts as the boys tucked in their shirts. I smiled at the guys and told them they were welcome to come back for a repeat performance when they were horny but they beat a hasty retreat out of there lol.

After work tonight i posted on CL and texts and dmails started coming in soon after. Took 2 loads from nearby guys and then 2 other other guys arrived the same time and started tagteam fucking my ass in the side yard where it was dark but still in view of the street. The ground was still muddy from yesterday's rains and they shoved me stomach first down in the mud as they fucked me. My cock was being ground into the mud as they pumped my ass and i got hard and soon came in the mud. The guy in my ass started dumping his load when it suddenly thundered and started pouring down rain. He didnt stop or slow down as he bred me and then the other guy rammed into me and furiously fucked my ass before he came too. When they got up they pushed me into the mud and wet and pissed all over me.

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

Just wrapping up an incredible sexual encounter. I had begun talking to a guy on Bbrt. Although an older guy, he was a porn star. We texted and arranged to meet up. So he shows up, and of course looks nothing like his pictures. He was about 20 years older than the photographs, and his body shape was also very different. He gets me to set up a pipe and make him really high. He suggests that I call him 'Dad', and that I slam. I flew into the stratosphere, and I asked him about his HIV status. Him: "Positive" Me: "Detectable? " Him: "Viral" Me: "How Viral?" Him: "Very." Me: "Then breed me with your charged up loads!" Over the course of the next few hours, he breeds me twice, stealth booty bumps me with his blood, gets me to slam again, and makes me cum harder than I ever have in my life. After he left I just laid on my bed in post-ejaculatory bliss.

Even at $20 a pop, I'm pissin away my paycheck to get fucked by grinnin, toothless retards my dealer sets me up with. I've taken 2 crackheads already; I've got 2 more lined up for later! That's $80 just for Sat! No rubbers, of course. (Plus, my dealer told em to feel free to smack me around. Show me who's boss. "Leave marks." One of em REALLY got off on it. Scared me. But I've already texted him, asking him back tomorrow. Hey, he's got a big dick!) I'm wondering... who's the real retard here?

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

So I have been a long time fan of this site and read many stories. Felt like it was my time to start sharing. This is the story of how I was introduced and became addicted to bb. I went to high school in Florida and vowed that I would move away for college. And that I did. One summer visiting my parents was the summer that changed my life. I decided to spend a good 3 weeks with my parents and after a couple of days I was finding every excuse to get out of the house. One particularly horny say I was on grindr and this older muscle daddy hit me. He wanted to know if I wanted to come over for some fun. Mind you I was pretty inexperienced to the whole gay/sex thing and also normally (no longer the case) not attracted to older guys. However my parents were being particularly annoying, and I was pretty horny so I took him up on the offer. I lied to my parents about how I was meeting some friends from high school borrowed my mom's car and drove to this guys house. Along the way I was super nervous and asked him if he had condoms and lube since I didn't have any. He told me not to worry. Upon reaching his house I walk up to the door and before I even knock this muscular shirtless daddy opens the door in nothing but gym shorts where are very noticeable bulge is showing. Stammering and getting all shy I don't know really what to do and I'm pretty sure he could tell how new I was to everything. This daddy changed my entire perspective of older guys. Salt and pepper hair, white and muscular body. A good 6 inches taller than me (I'm 5'8 average build) is looming over me and I can smell his musk. He grabs my shoulders and brings me in closing the door behind him. Never taking his hands off my shoulders he leads me deeper into his house and guides me to his bedroom. He then proceds to tell me not to worry. Asking me at the same time how old I was (at the time I was very discreet on grindr and has barely anything on it) I proceed to tell him I'm 19 in which he laughs and says his son is close to my age. This amazing specimen of a man was 55 and had a body of a 30 year old. The entire time he is talking to me he keeps his hands on my shoulders almost like he is preventing me from running away. He then asks me how experienced I am in which I told him honestly I've only had sex once and a couple or bjs. He got a twinkle in his eye and asked me if I had ever been rimmed before. My clueless self actually responded with what is rimming in which he laughed and said that he would show. Pushing me onto his bed he proceds to start to make out with me. I feel his tongue lightly push into my mouth and I get a hint of mouth wash. His expert hands are caressing my body and working their way to my ass. He proceds to lay on top of me and I feel my breath leaving me. Somehow he has worked my pants off me and my raging 7 inch cock was straining my boxers. He proceds to pull my boxers down giving my boner its freedom. He starts kissing my neck, then chest working his way down. Licking my nibbles and involuntary moan leaves my mouth. Looking up at me he says oh sensitive nipples I see and proceeds to suck and lick both my nipples causing me to gasp and moan. He wedges his legs between mine spreading my ass wide and I feel something hard pressing against it. This entire time he had kept his shorts in and I had not gotten to see his dick. I reach down to try to grab it in which he grabs his hands and says "no boy not yet" he then spreads my legs with his hands exposing my pink hole and I hear a growl from him. "Mmmm nice boy let me show you what rimming is" In which he puts his head down to my ass and starts to lick my hole. I gasp never before having felt something like it before. One word to describe it, pure ecstasy. He licks and tongue fucks me as I moan and wiggle under his expert skills. "yes boy you like it don't you. You want my dick next" Being in a euphoric haze I just nod at him and finally his gym shorts come off. Out comes a 8 inch dick that had a very noticeable curve to the left. He process to hold my legs and bring his dick to my hole. This snaps me our of my haze and ask him to put on a condom and get lube. He tells me to not to worry he will as he rubs his dick on my wet hole. I moan in which he smiles and asks me if I like it. Nodding my head he continues to rub his dick on my hole. I feel him gently push his dick on my hole in which I stop him again and he said he just wants to rub on it some more and he will get a condom. My naive self said OK and let him keep rubbing it. He does this circular motion on my hole with his dick head that just feels so amazing. Pushing ever so lightly on my hole just continuing the circle motion. Ever time though he pushs just a little more and I'm whimpering under him. What he is doing just feels so amazing. Without any warning he suddenly pushs just a little more and I feel his dick enter me with a small pop. Pain floods my brain and I try to push him off me. "stay still boy, just relax" he told me "breathe" He doesn't move even though I'm pushing on his chest to get off me. His grip on my legs tighten and I feel him push in deeper. Causing me to cry out some more. "please stop, it hurts and you don't have a condom" He just smiles this devilish smile at me and push a deeper and then I feel it. His dick pressing against my prostate causing precum to gush out of my dick. Seeing this he starts a slow rhythmic thrust aiming for that spot. My arms weaken and I longer try to push him off me. Pure ecstasy has taken over and I start to see stars. My body shakes and my ass clenches on his dick. I can no longer resist his dick feels so good, like something I had never felt from the sex with a condom I had before. It is so smooth and I can feel every bit of his cock no friction which surprised me since we didn't use lube. He continues to fuck me going faster and faster "yeah boy. Your hole is mine now. You want my daddy load don't you." "please daddy. Fuck me. Please give it to me" I can't even believe the things coming out of my mouth but I say all of it to him. I just don't want it to stop Suddenly he push a in right on my spot and gives a low growl. I can feel his dick expanding in me and this weird sensation. "its all yours boy fuck yeah" he says as he shoots deep in me more and more. Unloading into me I start to jerk off and cum all over myself. He finally pulls out and throws me a towel just laughing. I end up driving home in a daze but something in me has changed. I wanted it again and that is all I knew

Steamworks Selfie

Of course if you needed the chems to be able to take the step of being bare fucked, then take them. Great sensation either way.

Here's another example of a biohazard tat centered on the asshole.

Hiya .. thanks for the rep!

I'd want you in your cage. And it's great to add a jock. Nothing frames the ass better---and gives me a target for tongue and dripping cock.

CHAPTER 12: Chris: As far back as I could remember I hated wearing clothing. It seemed completely normal thing for me to be naked just about any time I was at home, and as I waited for Mark, I chuckled thinking 'I've also been naked in a number of the examination rooms at work'. In any event, it wasn't particularly uncommon for me to be naked, even when my friends were visiting. This was in addition to, of course, those occasions when a guy was visiting and when we intended to fool around. So, when my little brother Tyler asked to move in with me, I felt the need to make two things very clear: first, that I rarely wore clothing at home, (and that I wasn't about to start just because my baby bro was around), and second, we both would, at some point, have a guy over for sex, so, when this happened, we had to go out of our way to avoid any awkwardness. While I generally thought Tyler was more-or-less relationship-oriented, he agreed with my points without any hesitation, which suggested we were more alike than I thought, and indeed it turned-out Tyler preferred being naked almost as much as did I. I’m the first to admit I feel pervy sometimes – more than once I’ve caught myself staring at Tyler's cock, and as he was at my place most of the time, and when at home we’re both naked, I had to admit there was a part of me that really, really wanted him. I knew he has caught me several times looking at his body, especially when he was standing in front of the fridge with the door open. In that position his cock was distinctly visible, and sometimes the tip almost looks wet. In fact once it was so wet I'd swear it was dripping. In fact, if you asked me I’d swear he was deliberately presenting himself for my pleasure, because when his eyes have caught me looking at him 'that way', he usually shoots a grin at me, but a few times he has returned the same look back. I felt like I was teasing myself. We watched TV together, usually ate together and on one occasion we even jacked off together. The day after that occasion I jacked off twice reminiscing about the experience. I've also found myself reminiscing over the occasion long ago when we fooled around, but most of interest stems from his having moved into the apartment, and we began regularly seeing each other naked. Naturally the thought of having sex with him left me boned-up, just as watching him move about the house, as he is right now, makes my cock leak. I think I’m probably going to leave a permanent precum stain on this couch. Tyler might be my brother and he might have someone coming over, but right now I don’t care. I just want to bury my face in his ass and listen as he begs his big brother to breed him. I seriously need to fuck or be fucked, and then a thought goes through my head, 'You should find some big-brother/little-brother porn'. I took a few moments from thinking about Tyler to find one of my favorite bareback sex vids on XTube and cast it to the TV. The video buffered for a few second and then began to load. As the video began, it was immediately apparent the volume on the sound setting was too high, and the first word that blared out of the guy in the video was the noun 'Tyler'! Startled, I grabbed the remote, cranking the volume back to something normal, grabbed my wet cock, teasing the piss-slit as I waited for the action to get going. The video, labeled 'Two Brothers Bareback', got me real hot. The two actors didn't waste time getting into it; supposedly they are real brothers. I dip my finger into the nice flow of pre-seminal fluid flowing out of my cock and brought a nice drop to my mouth to get a taste as the 'brothers' in the film were making out. Barely a moment later and Tyler popped into the room just like last time, “Hey … what was …", and then he looks at me stroking, then the TV, which showed the younger brother sucking his older brother’s cock. Then Tyler looked back at me, that same sly grin crossing his face. In the span of just a few seconds Tyler flopped down on the couch, joining me in another jack off session. This time, however, he sat so close to me I could readily feel the warmth of his body surrounding me. Tyler picked-up and skimmed the video jacket. From the state of my cock, it was undoubtedly obvious to Tyler that brother-brother porn turned me on. The guys in the video switched to a '69' position, and by then Tyler’s hand had found his cock and he was slowly stroking himself. Comparing our respective cocks, I noted with satisfaction we were both leaking a fair amount of precum and I considered leaning over for a taste when Tyler surprised me by looking over at me, grinning, and then sliding his thumb against my piss-slit, scooping up my precum, and savoring my fluids. Then he immediately went back to watching the video. So we went back to working our cocks. Tyler very casually moved closer and closer against me, and I, of course, had no intention of stopping him. In fact I moved my left arm and took him around his his shoulder, encouraging him to move as close as was possible. By this point the on-screen brothers had progressed to fucking, even as they made out. Looking over at me, Tyler gave me another smile, which I returned before shifting my gaze to my cock, then back at him. His face was so close to mine. Looking in his eyes, I could tell he felt the same longing I was experiencing. Looking down at my rigid cock, Tyler licked his lips, and then looked back up at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Tyler. We moved even closer together, our eyes locked, closer, closer, and close we moved. 'This is it, I’m about to make out with my baby brother', I thought. Hearing the guys on screen approaching orgasm, I involuntarily glanced at the screen, as did Tyler, but just for a second - we immediately turned back to each other, and as Tyler turned his lips towards mine, his lips nearly touching mine - just at the moment I thought it was going to happen, we heard the door. “Oh Fuck! Cody’s here,” Tyler exclaimed as he leapt off the couch and headed for the door, adding under his breath "Damn, I need this so bad.” Next I heard he greet Cody saying "Hey sexy!" and as they stepped inside the room they shared a brief kiss. Cody smiled a greeting at me, asking with amusement “Do either of you even own any clothes?” Getting to my feet, Cody and I gave each other a hug, and, as I did so, I admired his look - track shorts and tank top looked good on him, as did his distinctive aroma. As we separated, Cody turned to Tyler with the instruction “Go get ready.” Tyler nearly knocked me down as he barreled out of the living room, and then turning back to me Cody commented "It's been a while … we need to get together again sometime,” feeling-up my cock. “Sounds good to me. I hear this thing is packing a punch now,” I replied, exploring cock back, adding “It’s so hot you’re breeding Tyler.” “He’s got the most amazing ass.” “I know … I see it all the time, trust me.” “Speaking of … I need to breed this ass also,” he remarked as he grabbed my butt. “Yeah you do … can’t let that guy Jake have all the fun.” “No joke he’s been fucking you?” I replied with a huge smile “Yeah, it's so hot … pretty sure he’s the one that tagged me.” Cody expression clearly approved. My smile was even more expansive. But back to the moment. Looking intently at Cody, I softly said “Fuck him on my bed.” He looked at me with a quizzical expression. “The bookcase,” I remarked, adding “Trust me … explain later.” Accepting my instructions, he nodded, and, giving me a small smile, headed back towards the bedrooms. I got back to my laptop and connected to the camera I had hidden in the bookcase of my bedroom. The image was mostly dark. When the bedroom lights came on I immediately hit record. There on my laptop was my baby brother looking almost a little guilty. Smiling, I thought he was probably wondering if I complain when I realized he was fucking on my bed. Far from it, I added. Just then Cody walk into the room, naked, of course. “Good boy … you cleaned and lubed?” Cody asked. I can hear them perfectly including the muffled 'Yup' from Tyler who's face was somewhat buried in my comforter. “Be right back” Cody commented as he abruptly left the room. Coming down the hallway, he through me a knowing smile, stepped into the bathroom, but didn't close the door. The sound of his strong stream of piss hitting the bowl started my mind in thinking about it. Getting back on the laptop, a few seconds later, Cody re-entered the bedroom. This time it appeared he had a prescription bottle or something of that sort in his hand. “These yours?” Tyler sat up, glanced over replying “Yeah, they're mine.” “I thought you wanted this,” Cody asked, gesturing at his cock. "Are you lying to me?” “I do … I … I stopped taking them a few weeks ago." “So why do you still have them?” “I don’t know.” “Go flush ‘em ……. now.” Cody was obviously ordering Tyler to flush the remainder of his PrEP prescription. Tyler got up, but instead of going to the hallway bathroom I see him disappear into mine, and then quickly hear a toilet flush. It’s obvious Tyler is giving Cody the empty bottle back, “Good boy … don’t want you having second thoughts.” “I want this Cody,” he replied, grabbing Cody’s cock. “Good boy. Now, lay back down. I need your ass." Cody begins rubbing Tyler’s ass as he slowly works his tongue into it, I can hear Tyler moaning, if earlier is any indication he’s more than ready to go. I hear the back door open slowly, and get up to see Mark making his way towards me … we smile at each other. I kiss him and show him the laptop screen, zooming to full screen, Cody is clearly taking pleasure in eating Tyler’s hole. “I want to be doing that!”, Mark pipes up, “Me too … get naked”. Mark removes his clothes and when he gets to his underwear he hesitates, looking at me, then he lowers his underwear and I see his cock all locked up nice and tight. I must seem surprised, “Cody’s idea … says it won’t come off until I get the right test result”, “Hot”, the only word that escapes my mouth as we look at each other. We sit down on the couch and watch Cody servicing Tyler’s ass with his tongue, Tyler is moaning at this point and it’s very obvious he wants a cock inside him. We watch as Cody moves from eating Tyler’s ass to dropping a big wad of spit on it. Mark is sitting close to me, almost as close as Tyler was earlier, but unlike me he’s not touching his cock, “That must be hell”, I think. I stroke my cock a few times then reach over and grab Mark’s empty hand and put it on my cock, he immediately takes over for stroking me. We’re both watching as Cody gets his cock into Tyler’s vulnerable, exposed hole, Cody looks over at the camera and grinned. I thought 'Okay, yeah, he definitely knows', then he looked back down at Tyler as his cock starts to disappear into my brother’s ass. “Ahhhh … ahhhh … ahhhh … fuck”, Tyler muttered, followed by a “Yeah,” but Cody didn't pause, instead kept up the constant pressure as he worked his cock all the way into Tyler. Tyler is breathing heavy and Mark and I can’t take our eyes off of the screen as we watch his boy slowing move that unmedicated poz cock in and out of my brother’s raw hole. “So hot,” Mark remarked in awe. “This what you want babe … you want that poz cock”, “Yes”, “Say it … say it again, “I want your poz cock”. Cody continues fucking Tyler, but I know he likes hot verbal same as I do. “Say your whole name and convince me you want this or I’ll put out right now and he stops fucking Tyler, his cock inside him, but not moving. “I’m …”, “Head up slut … look at the wall, … other wall”, interrupting Tyler. I swear Tyler looks directly into the camera and Mark and I both hear the words, “I’m Tyler Joshua Parks and please Cody, please fuck your HIV-positive cum into my HIV-negative ass. I’m ready to be HIV+ and I want you to do it. I want to be HIV+ positive just like you”, all three of us at the same time, “So hot”. Tyler did that so easily, part of me wonders if he did something similar with his ex Jeremy. “Head back down boy”, Cody looks over at the book case with an evil grin, I’d swear he heard us. Cody starts fucking Tyler again, “Sounds like you really do want this Ty … that’s good because I’m horny as fuck and I’ve got a huge load saved up for you”, he says as he continues to move back and forth. It’s obvious Cody is a good top, the way he moves back and forth slowing, then jackhammering his bottom, I think, “I really need some of that poz cock inside me, too”. Mark starts sucking my cock as we continue to watch and listen to Cody bang Tyler, at this point Cody is full on banging Tyler’s ass as hard as he can and they are both begging for relief. “Ahhh… careful, don’t make me cum yet”, I say to Mark and he slows up his ministrations on my cock; if I don’t cum soon though I might get blueballs. “I’m going to fuck you poz little man … you ready for that?”, “Yes”, Cody repeats the question, “You ready for that?”, Tyler lifts his head up again, “Yes … I’m ready to convert Cody, please, please just do it”. Mark goes back to slow stroking my cock, I rub his chest and nipples, “Ahhhh …. Owww owww”, I had forgotten about his caged cock, “Sorry”, “s’ok”. Cody’s orgasm is getting closer the moans are getting louder and the words are just huffs of air as he rides Tyler. Tyler looks like he’s trying to impale himself on Cody’s cock to get it as deep as it can go. “Ohhhhhh… ahhhhhhhhh… ahhhhhhhh…. I’m gonnnna cum … I’m gonna cum”, we both stop moving to watch, “OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!”, “Ahhhhhhhhhh”, we hear both of them and its obvious Cody is dumping a huge load of toxic sperm into Tyler’s ass, “Take it … take it! Ahhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh… fuck”, we hear him. “Yes … ahhhh… so good”, from Tyler. Mark and I are dripping with sweat and precum as the entire scene unfolds right in front of us, “FUCK!”, I hear Mark. After a minute or so go by Tyler remarked “You’re still hard.” “Yeah, it happens,” Cody responded, his hips gyrating a bit as he added "especially when I want to breed you again, but this time in the other room." With that he withdrew his hard, wet cock from Tyler’s hole with the instruction “Don’t move yet.” Cody then stepped into my bathroom and returned with one of my white hand towels, saying “Sit up, Tyler." Which, of course, Tyler promptly did, and nodded in agreement when Cody asked "You trust me, right?” Without a word of explanation Cody used the towel as a blindfold, and after confirming Tyler couldn't see anything, remarked “Good! Let’s go fuck on the couch”, “But Ch’ … “, “Don’t care who’s hear I want to fuck you on the couch. I’ll guide you." The two made their way out of my bedroom, down the hallway and into the living room where Cody murmured "Good boy, Tyler," as he exchanged a smirk with me. I pauses the recording, noiselessly set the laptop aside and watched as Cody instructed Tyler to get on his knees in the arm chair. Tyler again complied, and when he was in position, facing the back of the chair, Cody explained "Okay, you can lean forward. It's just a chair. Fuck, man, I wanna breed you again so bad." Tyler complied willingly. “Don’t move," Cody instructed.

Colour me interested. I have diabetes and HIV so my free viagra (it's not available on the NHS here unless you have diabetes) is limited to four 25mg tabs per month. Being diabetic - all that testing for glucose - and having been taught to do sub-cutaneous injections I have no problems with injections. FFS I've used a lancet on my dick in the course of online fucking to get enough blood to use as lube to wank with. I just want a hardon reliable enough to fuck with! Much as I like getting an assfull I do like to return the favour.

This is a true story. Those who know me will know there is no bull here. I have been a bare top for twenty odd years and apart from a case of syphilis many years ago I have been neg and healthy. In the past year I have had an overwhelming urge to bottom. Being a dirty fucker I bought some toys and started training my ass. It would have been hypocritical of me to expect any top to rubber up for me so I was willing to fuck bare. This is where problems began. In Edinburgh I have always found no end of bare ass to fuck but when trying to bottom finding any dick was proving to be a problem. After a few furtive fucks which were covered( not my choice ) I decided to grasp the bull by the horns. I went onto Bbrt an found a guy I knew years ago. We used to DP guys together . He also has the biggest cock I've seen. It turns out that he has been poz for several years and is very open about it. I contacted him and asked outright if he would fuck me raw. He , after asking if I was sure about taking his charged load, agreed. Last week I drove over to his fife home. We kissed and talked of old fucks for a few minutes before he put some heavy duty porn on. We striped of and soon I was sucking his massive cock. He had renovate his pa but I wish he had worn it. After again asking if I was sure this was what I wanted he started to lube up my ass. He started to slowly push his cock into my ass but it hurt like he'll despite me sniffing poppers as if there were no tomorrow. We took a break and he started feeding me Amsterdam poppers that he had brought back from Berlin.these poppers really took and before I knew it his whole length was up my ass. He was getting close and yet again awed if I was sure I wanted Pozzed. By this time nothing would have made me take that cock out. I didn't quite beg but told him in no uncertain terms where that load belonged. I felt him shudder as he shot what appeared to be several loads into my neg ass. I had never felt so satisfied. We swapped places and I all to quickly loaded his ass. Before I left I had him fuck me once more. Since then my cock and ass have gone into overdrive and I have been fucking and hunting for loads like a twenty year old. Anyone coming to Edinburgh please get in touch. I now happily fuck and get fucked. No loads refused.