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***NOTE This is not my story but one I found in my old archives*** ***NOTE this is not my story, but an old breeding story I found in my Archives*** I usually go to the gym around 9 a.m., not too early to catch all the Professionals that workout before they go to work, nor too late to catch The lazy crowd, which means there are always very few people around when I’m At the gym, a couple of old guys with nothing else to do, the occasional fat guy, and a couple of younger teens, specifically the ones who seem a bit shy and intimated by all the muscle, These are my prey, these are the boys I am out to Poz. One in particular caught my eye. He usually came with a friend and they follow the same routine around the machines, but while his friend was completely focused on the workout, he would occasionally glimpse around and it was pretty easy to see what he was looking at. He was kinda of a boy next-door type, maybe 18 or so. short dark blonde hair, a bit of fuzz on his chin, medium build. His face said good boy, but his smile screamed that there was a naughty boy begging to be let out. At the beginning I wasn't that much interested. Sure I like hot guys, but today I was more focused on the gym. When I’m there I put my headphones and pretty much try to forget what's around me. But the glimpses from that kid awoke my interest and then I started to glimpse to. Ok, so I didn't know if he was looking because he was interested of just because, as is common in a gym, you kinda look for the guy with the better body to see what he is doing. And usually I was that guy. I’m 28, pretty young myself as far as many guys go, But I have the build and look of someone older. At just 6ft I tend t tower over most guys, which adds to my own sense of confidence and natural dominance. That, and being ripped from working at the gym five days a week tends to turn the eye. I'm a pretty good view, especially for a young guy who's just starting to grow his muscles like the kid. So much looking was starting to get my juices to flow and I started to put on a show for this kid. He wanted to see muscles, I was going to indulge him I was still doing my routine but was doing my movements slower and more exaggerated, and then checking myself out at the mirrors and pulling my shirt up often to check my biceps and my abs. I could see by the corner of my eyes that the guy was looking more and more. I had to wonder if the kid still thought I hadn’t noticed him, I always made sure not to make eye contact yet, but I could feel his eyes on me often. It’s nice to have a guy fawn over you, but he had got my cock going and I'm not a very patient guy. I decided to make my move to see if was getting something from here, or else it would be better to focused on the workout and not lose time with horny kids. I got my chance when he finally left his friend on a machine and started to put weights in a bar and lied on the bench to start pressing. Seeing that he was pressing to much weight for his size (which is quite usual with cocky young guys) I went there and asked him, while he was still pressing, if he needed me to spot him. Of course he said he was ok, but I just needed to get the conversation started. "You got a nice body for a young guy. How old are you?" I asked him, while staring right into his eyes. "I'm eighteen." He said looking right back. "And I guess it's ok, I just started to workout a couple of months ago." He said back to me, returning the gaze into my eyes, such a mistake. Kids like him really don’t understand the power someone like me can have over them with a good powerful gaze. "Let me see your biceps" He got up and pulled his sleeves back to show me his arms and I touched muscles. My hand just stay there pressing and caressing without being to obvious for the other people in the gym. He just smiled. "Nice. Now let me see your abs." He pulled is shirt up, I’ll say this, the kid wasn’t nearly as ripped as me but his body was hot. The chest was hairy and nearly smooth except for a trail of fuzz leading down his shorts. I got my hand on his belly and slowly moved downwards along his treasure trail and then, after looking around to make sure no one was looking, I just grab his cock through his shorts. The look of surprise in his eyes got me even more turned on This muscles is growing nicely to" And squeezed harder, when he made no attempt to pull away, I knew I had him, I was going to breed this kid and make him beg for it. "You wanna get fucked, don’t you kid? Ditch you friend and follow me, Boy. Daddy needs that hole." He was still hesitant, but only superficially. "I don't know, I, have to grab some stuff" I smiled; I knew I had him; I could wait a little bit more. "Well, I’m ready now, but I’ll wait for you for about 15 minutes. I'll wait for you in my car in front of the gym for 15 minutes, and then I’m gone. If you show up, its your choice Boy, Oh and don't shower." I let go of his cock, which by now was rock hard, and started to walk out. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him go to meet his friend and seem to let him know he was going. I grinned; this kid’s neg ass was going to be mine. On those 15 minutes I could see the kid looking at me again and again, this time with a look full of lust but also uncertainty. It probably wasn’t the first time a guy touched him, but it defiantly seemed that no one had ever been this forward about it, more importantly it was obvious he wanted more. A couple of minutes later I was seated in my car waiting for the kid to show up. I thought back to my grip on his cock, the look of shock and, yes, fear in his eyes, I fed off that, such a turn on. As time ticked by I lost sight of him and checked the time. I was sure he would not fail me expectation. When I was starting to think I was loosing my time with this kid, I see his friend leaving the gym, all by himself, which made me wait a few more minutes. Maybe he was just waiting for his friend to go away so he wouldn't be seen with me. Wouldn’t be the first time that happened A few minutes later I saw him leaving the gym and walking to my car. I could see he was nervous but also excited. My cock surged in my shorts; already I could see this kid impaled on my raw cock. He entered my car, sat down and smiled. Time to change the rules of the game now. "Hi. So what's your name kid?" "Billy, I mean William." I smiled a little. It's always funny seeing young guys trying to measure up, to seem more mature then they are. But I also knew what younger guys look for in older stronger men. They look for a dominant man and I was going to give him exactly that. “Well William, as of now your name is “Boy” if you are very, very lucky, I may call you ‘good boy’” I said as I locked the car. I could see the change in his expression; it was the looks of excitement clashing with uncertainty. “And my name is Daddy, or Sir. That is all you need to know Boy.” I said and pulled out I started driving to my place and the kid was just looking around nervous, uncertain, and damned horny. Each time he reached to grab his cock I gave him a firm slap. “Save it for when we get back Boy.” “Y-Yes Sir!” he said quickly. How soon they learn. It was a good 10min till my place so I decided to find a bit more about my new plaything. "So you ever been fucked before Boy?" I said casually, making sure that before he could answer I put my hand on his leg. "You gonna love my cock inside you Boy, everyone does." He just smiles nervously. Such a hot smile. I pulled to my driveway and we got out of the car. I felt his ass trough the shorts with one hand and open the door with the other hand. I could see he was getting more and more excited. His cock was visibly tenant and, yes, leaking precum enough to make a wetspot. The kid continues to impress me. We entered the house and the instant the door shut and was locked I was on him. My hand when inside his shorts to check his hole straight away. It was surprisingly smoothed, puckered and really tight, as I liked. This gonna be a helluva fuck, I thought, I knew his hole would never be the same by the time I finished breeding him He made to move away from me but I just held him in the steel grip of my other arm as I continued to finger his hole. I could just drop the kid's shorts right now and fuck him right then and there. It would satisfy the primal hunger inside me, but I wanted more, I wanted to break this kid, to make him into a true slut in his very first fuck. He is squirming more now and I decide to settle him down a bit. While I’m still opening his hole with one hand, I grab his head with the other and shove my tongue down his throat. He was a good kisser for a kid, and as I turned him around to face me I figured I would turn him up even more and let his hands go. His hand were everywhere, feeling my muscular sweat slick body and trying to to pull my clothes off. I oblige and pull my sweat soaked shirt so he can admire my body. I can see the lust in his eyes as he sees my chest, ripped, hard as steel, and covered in a short soft fuzz. I'm sure the real thing was better than he had imagined as he takes in my body. The whole time I had wondered just how much of my sweat he would put up with. Im,’ a clean guy, but I have no love for chemicals or fake scents. I am a real man, and I smell like one. After a morning at the gym my body is covered in sweat and stinking of my Musk. I wait to see if he hesitates and instead he goes straight to my nipples and sucks and bites both of them with such energy, you my think he wanted to be breastfed by me. “Fuck, good boy” I say, and I hear him Moan.. That’s it, I tell myself, your want to hear me say that don’t you? He then, moves between my huge tits for a whiule before moving to my immense Bicep. He starts to actively lick the sweat along my tensing muscles and then the kids surprises me yet again as he lifts my arm up and goes after my rank armpit. Fuck, this kid did everything right, i didn't even have to guide him. My cock surges, I may have just found a natural Fuckpig, time to push things a bit more. “You like that sweat boy? You like the stink of a REAL man? Do you?” I say and begin to lower my arm. I can hear him groan a muffled ‘Yef Fir’ as he sucks the sweat from my pit, sucking the wet hair of my underarm. “Good Boy! Keep it up and make Daddy proud” I saw, and lower my arm and squeeze. His word goes dark as I cut off air from him, his face and nose is trapped in my under arm, feeding him my Man funk, getting his lungs nice and full of my musk. God its such a Power trip, I can feel him squirm as his air supply goes thin. I keep him smothered in my pit right up to the point he’ll pass out and yank him free. “Did you like that Boy?” I bark at him, his face soaked in my sweat as I watch him gasp like a fish. “Yes Sir” he says breathlessly. I smile and Spit in his face. “Then go for more Boy!” And stuff him into my other Pit, just as rank as the first. Again I feel him suck and lick, drinking my sweat. His head must be so lightheaded for now. As nice as it is ridding the power of a boy sucking pits, I had another purpose to all this. Breathing nothing but sweat for 10min solid leaves a guy light headed and weak, perfect for what I had planned when I take his hole. Finally when I felt he was about to pass out again, I pulled him free and at the same time I forced him to his knees and dropped my shorts revealing my 8" uncut cock, fat as a beer can. I’m really proud of more foreskin, it traps a mans purest funk and stink inside, I was going to love this. I yanked back his hair to make him open up for my cock. “Suck it boy, your spit is all the Lube you get,” I said as he all willingly went after my cock. Trying to get it all to his throat as only a virgin tries to do, and consequently choking on the meat. I love that sound of choking; I took it out to let him breath and shove it a second time. This time he knew better and didn't try to swallow my cock but instead start sucking it and drinking the precum that was oozing from under my heavy foreskin. He wasn’t bad as he sucked my huge cock, he didn’t even seem to mid the waxy Smegma under the foreskin as he slobbered and left it a spit covered mess. I soon got into a rhythm fucking his face for a few minutes, but what I wanted was his ass, and it was way pass time to show this boy what he was to me. Yanking my cock out I slapped his face a few times, laughing as I watched the smears of precum splatter across his lips. “Enough foreplay Boy, time to get fucked.” I said as I picked him up and took him to my bedroom, throwing him on the bed. "Get in all fours and raise your ass kid,” I shouted. His look now was a mix of horniness and immense fear. He was finally realizing he was going to get fucked by a man. Whatever he chooses to do the rest of his life, he could never erase the fact he would be fucked like a bitch. But like all young guys, whatever his head was thinking was completely blackout by what his hard cock was thinking. And his hard cock was begging for a hard fat cock to enter is ass and fuck him silly. So he got on the bed and raised his ass for me, showing me his pink tight hole. As I watched it wink, I had to wonder if he had any Idea just what I had planned for him, if he realized his life would be forever changed by what I would do to him. "Spread your cheeks with your hands" I shouted as I leaned in and licked his ass. Nice, smooth, and tasting of his own sweat. He obeyed by lowering his face to the bed and spreading those cheeks with his hands. His hole was still closed, even with his hands spreading his cheeks, but that's what you get with virgins, nice tight holes that haven't learn how to wink. I usually would just fuck away and open his hole with the sheer force of my hard cock. But I had specifically told him not to shower after the workout so I could have something to savor before I fuck him. I got on my knees on the bed and just licked his ass from top to bottom taking all the taste, sweat, ass, shit, all mix into the best taste there is. Virgin Ass The kid started to moan like a bitch. I started nibbling on his hole to force it to open and then shoving my tongue inside the ring. Fuck I could eat a kid's sweaty ass everyday for the rest of my life and I would be happy. I shove one finger inside him just making him moan more. He was not totally open but I didn't want to open him with my finger. I wanted him to feel some pain when my cock entered and tore into him wanted him to feel it totally, the pain and the pleasure, to feel and know I was taking his cherry, his virginity, his innocence. My poz cock throbbed and drooled, knowing it was getting close to its Prey. “Are you going to put a condom on?” He said. The question actually surprised me enough I lost my focus for a moment. This kid was asking me this now? On his heads and knees, ass dripping my spit, my cock throbbing against his hole, he was asking now? I frowned inside, obviously this kid was not the natural born FuckPig I had him pegged as, I needed to change that, and I knew I was going to. “Just relax boy, don’t think about it, you are here to get fucked Boy, that’s it.” I said and pressed my oozing Death Stick toward his hole, letting the foreskin slide around a it. I reached down and pulled on a nipple, making him moan and tremble, that got him. “Ok s-sir, just, don’t cum inside me” he said and I had to bite my lip not to laugh. I wasn’t going to even think of answering that, I was going to break this pig and he was going to beg for it. I spat on my cock some more and leaned in for the kill. I was going to fuck him raw so I could breed him, as I was his first. I always like to mark my territory like animals do. I was going to breed this kid so he would have my seed in him forever, something to remember the day he gave his ass like a bitch for the first, but not the last time I positioned my cock next to his hole, and grabbing his waist. “This is it boy, today you become a Fuckpig.” I said and shoved it inside with all my strength. The kid shouted in pain that echoed the room as he felt the destruction of his cherry. He bucked and tried to pull away from me but it was far too late now. I was almost all the way in and he was going to get fucked. I started to move my hard cock in and out slowly so he could recover, but I knew he still felt some pain. Still, I guess that’s what you get when you agree to get fucked like a bitch. You can’t feel sorry for pigs like this, you have to show them their place in the world, what they exist for. I'm sure the kid wouldn't want it any other way and he should have. It was like branding a café, it hurt for a while, and the mark would be with them forever. But after it, they would belong to you. He never told me to stop, even when it was apparent that it was painful, which makes me think he is going to be a bitch for the rest of his life. “There’s a good fuckpig! Your ass is mine now, your hole is mine! This what you wanted from the very begging isn’t it! “Yes Sir!” I watched his face clench in pain, I knew his hole must be ripping a bit, but I didn’t care. This was about my pleasure not his. His purpose was for me to break and breed. Another hole to get charged by my toxic poz load. I started to pick up the pace and he started to moan louder. I knew he was slowly passing into the point where pain became pleasure, that brutalizing his ass was just what he wanted now. He didn't have to tell me, I knew he wanted harder and a started to fuck like there was no tomorrow, in a way for him, there wasn’t going to be. I grabbed his shoulder and forced my poz cock deeper inside of him. There was a loud banging sound as my crotch and balls hilted his ass. This kid was going to miss the gym for a week at least. I don't know how he was going to sit at all for a few days but I really didn’t care. His ass is going to be in a bad shape, but that's what you get for being a bitch boy. I fuck him harder and harder as I sense my cum building. I feel so horny but at the same time I feel so happy for the kid. After today he is going to have my cum inside him, the cum of a Real man inside his ass forever. Already I can feel my Hot swimmers begging to bore into his ass. Gonna be full of real man juice up his bowels, and I guess that’s the dream of any good bitch. He was probably fantasizing about that back at the gym when he was looking around. Probably searching for the right man to fill that tight pussy. As My balls boil I wonder if the kid has any idea just what sort of Man he has decided to breed him. I want this to last but I know I am getting close to nutting him. “This is it FuckPig! In a few moments I’m going to breed that ass of yours! Going to fire my hot raw seed right into your ass and knock you up. Is that what you want?” The kid just moans. “What was that Slut? I didn’t hear you!” “I want it!” “What do you want slut? I say, Slam fucking into him with each word” “Want want your cum inside me!” “Beg me for it! Beg for my seed!” “Please Sir! Please Breed ME!” he says, sobbing and moaning. I laugh, time to Poz him up. “That’s it! Take my Bare load! Take my POZ Bare Load!” I push the deepest I can and fell my cock explode with an orgasm that rocks my body. I unload a torrent of hot tick juice inside of him, my balls pumping out their charge seed as I hold him tight. I dig into him as I keep cumming, my poz seed blasting his wrecked hole so much that it completely fills his ass and bowels. I watch some of the slime ooze out, as I stay rooted deep inside him. Already I can feel my Swimmers boring into him, doing their part to seed this boy. I gently almost lovingly lick his body now as my load does its work. “There’s a good boy, feel my cum in you now. It’s going to be inside you forever. A part of me is always going to be in you boy, your balls and cum will never e the same” I say as I hold him tight against me. I am surprised to hear him sobbing gently. For a moment I wonder if he realizes what I have done to him. I'm spent so I just get off him. I guess he came somewhere during the fuck because they’re cum all over the sheets. I don't care; he's just a bitch boy. If I want to give pleasure to someone I’ll get a girlfriend or a boyfriend. This kid is just a cum dump, a masturbatory tool, it's fine as long as I cum. Anyway he seems to have love it. He lies in the bed breathing heavily, hole still open and shining, some juices flowing out. I guess that the tight closed hole is gone forever. Next dude that fucks him can just shove his hard dick inside this kid without lube. I pick his clothes of the floor and throw them to the bed. "Hey kid, I have stuff to do, ok. See you at the gym". He looks at me kind surprise. What did he think, that I would cook lunch For him and we would watch Will and Grace reruns all afternoon while we Cuddle in the couch. He get up and starts to dress and walk to the door. I grab his ass while he's leaving, stick a finger inside his hole and kiss him for a couple of minutes. He smiles at me and leaves a bit happier. I guess that's better, after all I plant to dump another load inside that ass as soon as possible

1993 First thing to know about me is that I've never been anywhere or done anything. I grew up in a very isolated area, though the college I went to was in a somewhat urban place, I never ventured out much. I was also a paranoid driver: traffic scared me and I also had no real sense of direction, consequently I often found myself lost. I had to adjust quickly because I relocated to a big city after graduation. I had not yet found a job, but hoped to get hired by a local company. It was summer and I had nothing to do all day (or night). Ever since that last year of college, my sleep patterns were so screwed up that I didn't ever feel truly awake until after sunset. I watched a lot of TV and then I'd go driving around after 2 or 3 AM, which helped me in acquainting myself with the city in finding gas stations and grocery stores. That hour of the night was traffic-free, which meant I could study the street names and businesses, so over the days I built a small map of the city in my head. Around 3 or 4 in the morning, the city became a different place. Different people were starting their day...pushing metal racks of bread or fixing hydrants. And hookers and hustlers were out looking to make a buck. I didn't know much, but I knew that a half-dressed male or female just standing downtown were selling their bodies. I especially noticed the males, especially because it was hot, even at night, and not surprisingly most of the male hustlers were shirtless and in shorts. In addition, several of them were quite muscular. One guy really caught my eye. He was loitering around in front of what I assumed was an adult bookstore. His dark curly hair hung down to his shoulders....and his torso was fantastic, giving the impression he was advertising for some muscle supplement. Standing there in his tiny jean shorts, t-shirt rucked in his back pocket - well, I wanted him, but I found myself wondering what was a "customer" supposed to do? Did I park and walk to him..or honk? I had no idea. I just went home and thought about the night. In college, I had a gay friend. We spotted each other the very first day we moved into the dorm. No, we never hooked up -- we were not matches for each other. I was quiet and guarded while he was flamboyant and obvious. Tony. He was my source of gay sex information. H e went out with men and had anonymous sex in the park. I always wanted to put on extra clothes when he told me his adventures. We stayed friends because he liked weird foreign movies and obscure books. We were very different, but there was a bond between us. After graduation, I moved away while he stayed to shack up with some grad student he'd met. I phoned him regularly, and couldn't wait to ask him about male hookers. "Well, yeah. You're in the big city now. Don't get too fascinated with hustlers, Mike. You're too new to everything ... you're like a pre-teen now. I won't have you get mixed up with that world." "Why not?" "Ugghhh. You're infuriating! Why are you so curious? Is there a really hot guy working the streets that you want?" "No. Well, yeah. He's really gorgeous...and is in shape. Looks healthy to me." "You're smart enough to know that HIV is really good at hide and seek. I honestly want to strangle you right now. He might look like a GQ model, but that doesn't mean a damn thing. OK. I can tell you want to explore this. Just leave your wallet at home, don't take anything he offers you...like pills or a drink or anything smoke-able. And don't kiss him!" "What? Why can't I kiss him?" "Because there's a good chance he'll already have cum in his mouth! Along with every oral STD known to modern medicine." "Oh." "And they smell bad. Hell, this hot guy you are mesmerized by most likely has a drug habit and couldn't get a hard-on anyway." "But --- But how do you do the whole thing? Do you walk up to them or drive by or honk?" "Nope. Not telling you anything else. If you are dumb enough to try this, then I want no part in helping you." "Okay, okay. How's Arthur?" "Him? I've moved on. He sleeps with socks on and is losing his hair. I work at that vintage record store we always went to. The manager and I are dating now." "As long as you're happy, Tony." "Don't suddenly play nice, little boy. I'm very mad at you right now." "I know. I know. I'll call you later." "Whatever." (click) Dang. I'd always thought of Tony as frivolous and carefree when it came to sex, but he really seemed concerned that I stay safe. But he'd already felt and tasted dicks while I never had. I was a goddamn 22 year old virgin who was getting desperate. I at least wanted to try this. I at least wanted to stop being so alone. It was a Thursday night in early August, but not late enough yet. I wouldn't dare go out before 1 AM. How did you dress before picking up a sex worker? I decided on a pair of blue shorts and a Go-Go's concert T-shirt. Cologne? Maybe just a little. I had so much time to kill. I had a beer, but wondered if I should save this sixer in case I brought my hustler home. Nah. That wouldn't happen. I drank and watched some old VHS tapes. I could always get lost in a movie no matter what else was going on in the world. "Grease" was what I decided to put in. It's long and I love the songs. It was 1:45 before I realized. I'd consumed half the beers already. I guess it was now or never. Ever been so excited that one of your legs shakes uncontrollably? It used to happen to me before tests or when I was in trouble for something. I thought of Tony and felt guilty. But I drove to the sex street with the radio on at a low volume. Of course HE was there. Of course. I prayed he would be while also maybe hoping he wouldn't. He was at the usual spot near the xxx bookstore. Well, hell, I could just go in there and be a regular customer --- looking for titty magazines. If I happened to make eye contact with him, then so be it. Perfect. I parked n the street and waited for my leg to settle down. Then I was five feet away from this man. He was looking out toward the street, but glanced my way and smiled. He wasn't as cute close-up as I'd imagined. His bulge was still pretty big, though. "Looking for a date?" "Me? I...uh...I don't know. Just going to do some shopping. For now." "Enjoy. I'm Rick, by the way." He walked u and shook my hand. His teeth were kind of messed up and the skin on his hand was rough and crusty. He also wasn't wearing any shoes. He'd taken off his flip-flops and was just standing on the dirty sidewalk in his bare feet. Weird. He also had sores or scabs or something on his legs. I looked him over...and I guess I showed my cards. He knew what I was and what I wanted. "I'm Mike. Have a good evening," he smirked. Once inside, I was too overwhelmed with the bright light and weirdness that I barely remembered to kick myself for not talking to him more. The store was insane. Many, many rubber dongs in plastic wrap. And machines and devices I couldn't imagine how to use...or which gender used them. The magazine selection was massive, as was the movie selection. There were saloon doors leading to another room, where I guess the little video booths were. Not ready for that. It was all too much. I felt like I had to buy something. Toward the front there were packs of condoms. I purchased one of those with one of the twenties I'd put in my front pocket. The heavily-pierced cashier threw in a few free lube samples. Okay. I could go home and beat off with this stuff. It never would have occurred to me that 'Rick' would still be there. "Done already? Not a fan of the arcade, huh?" Arcade? Like video games? No. I figured out he meant the videos you payed a quarter to see. I already knew what those were. "No. Not my style." "Yeah. I guess you aren't. B ut you're definitely a Night Owl. I know I've seen your car around this time of night for a few weeks." "Oh...yeah.. I don't sleep much lately." "I got something that will give you sweet dreams." Shit! I couldn't just cut and run now. "I'd pay good money for sweet dreams. How much would the dreams cost?" "Not much. Twenty? You got a twenty?" "I do." "Excellent. It's a Thursday Special -- tonight only. There's a vacant lot right behind this building. Park right up here along eighth street and meet me there. There's some construction stuff right under a streetlight. I'll be waiting." I didn't know the exact time because I didn't have a watch on. It's a nice watch I got it as a graduation present...and I left it at home. I did however bring my wallet. Once I got in the car, though, I shoved it in the glove compartment. I was nervous down to my bone marrow and wished I'd had at least one more beer before leaving. I controlled myself enough to pull my car out and drive to where I was told. It got very yuppie and residential along this street. There was indeed a vacant lot behind the adult store but it was dark. I think they were going to build something here, but for now it was nothing but rubble and dirt and machinery. I saw the streetlight, but it seemed defenseless in this muggy night sky. Voices. Laughter. Oh shit. Was I being set up? I held back a little, waited. I peeked over a giant hunk of concrete and saw seven or eight guys standing in the light. And something else was going on. There was something happening that I couldn't see. I moved closer and hid behind the wheel of a dozer or tractor or something. It was a gang bang! I knew that term from Tony, who had taken part in one. Voluntarily. Was this what was happening?? Really?? I dared to get closer. I saw a gang of guys watching another bare-assed guy fucking Rick. They all just stood and drank from bottles and watched. WATCHED! I guess the guy was done because he got up and pulled his shorts back on. One of the others got down and started in on Rick's ass. He barely took his pants down...just started pumping fast and furious. Glad I didn't get here earlier... I could be raped as well. The second either came or just got off the hustler because one of the others wanted his turn. I should just leave now, call Tony tomorrow and tell him I was an idiot. OK. I got up to leave and felt a huge, heavy hand on my shoulder. Trapped. "Don't leave just yet, little friend. Rick promised us a second course. He does this for us every other night." He pulled me up out of my hiding spot and I was led toward the action. The ghastly action. I must have been in shock, because I felt like it was all going to be okay. This would all go away. "Yo! Lookie here! It's the guy who fell for Rick's shit! He seems like a virgin to me...which means I go first," It was going to be okay. I would get out of this just fine. I was shoved forward into the light. I saw the group of dudes standing in a half-circle. They were brown, white, black ... and all big and menacing. Rick must have known he was done because he got up fast and took off. Asshole. I had this to deal with now. By myself. I thought about trying to talk my way out of the situation, but no words came. The guy who captured me in the rubble turned me around to face him. He was impossibly broad and tall, with a stubbly face and a backwards baseball hat on his head. "You're a child. Damn. You ever sucked a dick? I can initiate you right now. Bite me, and the ambulance will have to pick you up. Understood?" He unzipped his jeans and produced a giant stiff dick. Right in my face. OK. This will all be fine. I kissed and licked the slimy head a little. The asphalt was tearing my bare knees to shreds. Funny that I liked it. He held the back of my head and plunged his tool deeper down my throat. Tony had told me about doing this. He said he always gagged, but I didn't. He just kept going. I couldn't breathe, but this was so much more vital than oxygen. Dick. I'd needed this too long. I would have been satisfied if everything ended this second, but no. He pushed me down on my back and stripped my shorts off. He fell on top of me and had every intention of raping my butt hole. His cock head was so slick with my spit that he was able to get inside of me a little. It was going to be okay. Wrong! It hurt like someone shoved hot metal up my guts. I started to scream, but a tennis shoe stepped on my mouth. It wasn't going to be okay. I endured the awful hurt as a dirty shoe sole was on my mouth and this big dude was thrusting his big dick deeper and deeper inside me. I had no fight left. He busted a load in me and stayed still. "There you go. You got my dose. Now you get Aneet's. His shoe was just on your face. You like that, baby boy?" "Hold on...no...let me..let me just...." Too late. A vaguely Middle Eastern man was covering me with his body. "You like the taste of my foot? Give me your number after this is all over and you can lick my shoes anytime you want. Get ready. I'm the biggest guy here." He was huge, but he was a little more gentle than the first guy. My ass was numb. I barely felt pain except when he got very deep and hit a place where there was no more room. But he kept going. I'm going to die now. But he pushed in further somehow. He gasped...maybe as surprised as I was that a dick could go so far in. He squinted his eyes tight and then opened them wide again. "Fuck! Give me your number no matter what!" Then I took on the rest of them. Big black guys and grungy white trash...one after the other. I was so full of sperm. I could feel it dribbling out of me. I should just die now. Maybe one of them had a gun and could just kill me. If only. The party seemed to be breaking up. Everybody was heading out. Aneet helped me up and found my clothes. He walked me to my car. "Are you okay to drive? Do you need a hospital? I can take you. I'm a little drunk, but I can drive." "No. I just need to rest now." I felt like I was in a dream and none of this had really happened. Aneet tucked a piece of paper into my glove compartment. His phone number. I thought I would probably die in a car crash on my way home. But I didn't. I got home and showered for thirty minutes. Bed. I slept as the poison cum from the gang soaked in. Nightmares all night. I tested HIV+ four months later. Of course. I wanted to call Tony, but I knew he'd be outraged. I called Aneet instead.

I had the day off from work so I went to the beach looking for a hottie to bring back to my hotel room and play with. This is what I found and now have tied up and begging for my cock. I think his tight hole is going to feel awesome on my throbbing cock. I am sure after not being able to have any play time for the past 3 weeks he is in for one hell of a load. I want him to beg for it and I want to flood his guts with it over and over until I am milked dry.

I have to say there is nothing quite like sinking your cock into the ass of an innocent young guy knowing that yours is the first to ever enter him. And knowing that you'll be leaving behind a hot load of poz cum makes it even more exciting. Tim was in his freshman year at school and it turns out although he knew he was gay for most of his high school years he kept is totally hidden since his family wouldn't have accepted it at all. And since there were plenty of parental controls on the computer back home he really was an innocent until he got to college. Freed from the shackles of his home but still closeted he started exploring gay porn and discovered he loved it. He also discovered the pleasure that comes from working his fingers up his ass while he was masturbating. We met because he had decided he wanted to try gay sex and luckily for me he was still interested staying in the closet so for the moment guys at school were out. When he arrived at my house he was the picture of an innocent 18y/o virgin college freshman boy. About 5'9 and around 135-140 lbs with a swimmers build. He was one of the smoothest guys his age I've met with light brown hair, blue eyes and peach fuzz still present. He came in and we talked for a while helping him to relax since he was clearly still very nervous. That being said he obviously had a raging hard on that demanded some attention. I led him back to my bedroom and we started with some passionate kisses our hands naturally reaching for the others cock and stroking them gently through our pants. There is nothing quite like a boy exploring his sexuality for the first time and Tim's hormones where in overdrive as his long repressed desires began to blossom. We quickly stripped naked and I was deligted to find Tim sporting a rock hard 7.5" cut cock that looked even bigger on his thin frame. It was framed by a small patch of pubes and his balls and as I found out his ass were still perfectly smooth. Stroking his bare cock for the first time caused Tim to shudder as mine was the first hand other than his own to caress his lovely tool. I kneeled to suck him but before I could get started I couldn't help but notice that he probably hadn't showered before coming over. I asked him if he had and it turned out I was correct. Typical of a first timer he hadn't thought through this issue nor that he needed to clean his ass out so I suggested we go have some fun in the shower. Getting him in I began gently washing his body rubbing my hands all over him and spending some extra time soaping up his cock. The whole time Tim stood their passively shuddering now and then in utter exctasy. When I slid my fingers down his ass and began working the soap up his virgin hole soft moans began to escape his young throat. He was soo fucking hot I could have just rammed him right there but I wanted to take my time and really enjoying giving him his first fuck. We got out of the shower dried off and returned to my bedroom. Sitting him on the bed we started with some passionate kising and stroking again before I began licking my way down his chest. I worked my way down to his cock and started with just the tip kissing it and licking it swirling my tounge around it as my hand gently rubbed his smooth balls. Tim was in heaven moaning and trying to hump his cock up into my mouth and soon enough I swallowed his shaft deep giving him the first blowjob of his life. I've sucked a few cocks in my time but I was determiend that young Tim really enjoy this so I pulled out all the stops. Sure enough he was panting, moaning and writhing as his body experienced a level of pleasure he'd never known. I could sense his load building but I wasn't ready for him to cum yet so I pulled off of his cock. You like that I asked him? "Ohh fuck yeah...it..it was unbelievable!" he said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. time for you to suck mine" I said to him. I stood up and ordered him to kneel in front of me. "Just go slow at first like I did" I told him "and make sure not to use your teeth!" He grabbed my 8" cut cock in his hands and as he squeezed it a big glob of pre-cum leaked out. Tentatively at first he leaned in and tasted it and finding it to his liking he began licking all over my shaft and cock head. Then having worked himself up to it he took the head in his mouth and began to work his way down it. At about halfway down I could tell his mouth was full and he started bobbing up and down. I let him go on for a while enjoying the picture of this innocent young kid sucking his first cock before I put my hand on the back of his head. "Breathe through your nose.. You need to learn to suck all of a mans cock boy" I told him as I placed my hand on the back of his head and started gently forcing my cock down his throat. He began to gag and tried to back off but I held him firmly and once he started doing as I told him the rest of my 8" death tool slid down his throat. Holding him tight I began fucking his mouth and after taking a minute to adapt he quickly got better at it and started truly deepthroating my cock. I woked his mouth until I felt my own nut starting to build and then I pulled out and proceeded to slap his face with my cock a bit. "You like cock in your mouth don't you boy?" I asked. He nodded yes and asked "did I do good sir?" and by way of an answer I pulled him to his feet and gave him a kiss. "Very nice for a first timer son" I pushed him back onto the bed and got atop him humping our cocks together and making out with him. Our hands roaming over eachothers bodies as we did. Then I once again worked my was down his chest and coming to his cock I began to deepthroat it once again. I worked his cock for a few minutes and then went down to his balls giving them a thorough tounge bath. Then I lifted his legs and speading them wide attacked his perfectly smooth virgin ass with my tounge. This drove him wild as he moaned and quivered and shuddered as my tounge invaded him. I spent several minutes workign his ass open and getting him nice and ready for my thick fuck tool. The object of my desire lay helpless under me and it was time to fully defile this innocent virgin boy. I rolled him over and pulled his ass up a bit leavign him face down with his butt sticking up in the air. I appled some lube to my cock and his hole and guided my cock head to the waiting entrance. "Wait aren't you supposed to put a condom on?" He asked me. "Maybe so kid but I don't like them and only fuck raw...It feels so much better this way" I told him. Rubbing my cock head against his hole i said "Your call kid you wanna get fucked or not??" I knew at this point there was no way the kid was gonna stop his desires and hormones raging at full force and my cock posied at his hole. "Ok" he said "but just be gentle ok it is my first time". I began to push in and as I did he began to whimper his small cries coming at a very high pitch. Gently working my cock into him I could see his face in the mirror closet doors eyes screwed tight shut and he fought to accept my cock in his virgin ass. I sunk my cock in deep and began a smooth gentle fuckign motion. He continued to whimper but it was getting clear that my cock head hitting his prostrate was moving him from the agony of first penetration to pleasure. He began pushing back into me and it was all I could do not to cum right there as the picture of this inncoent kid impaling his virgin ass on my poz fuck tool was too hot for words. I continued to pound his ass slowly picking up speed and driving my cock in a little harder each time. I decided I want to see his face looking up at mine when the moment came to i spun him back onto his back and spreading his legs remounted him and resumed my fucking. I could see from this angle the wanton lust in the kids eyes and I began to stroke his cock as I fucked him. "Ohh fuck yea man... do me ...yeah God that so good.uuhh....uhhhh.uhh..oh God....fuck....." he was moaning as the sensations of his first fuck overwhelmed him. I could sense him getting ready to cumm and at the same time I knew I couldn't last much longer..... "Fuck yeah kid here it comes!!" I cried out as my load boiled up in my balls..."Gonna cum inside you boy." I told him. "Yeah give it to me" he begged in a high pitched whimper and my cock exploded inside him shooting jet after jet of hot poz death fluid deep in his no longer virgin and now defiled ass. As I came his cock exploded as well shooting a good 4-5 thick jets of cum up his chest, onto his face and even onto the headboard of my bed. Feelign the death fluid filling his ass I worked my cock in extra deep making sure his hole was well coated by my load. We ended up lying there for a while and after he recovered we talked a bit an I encouraged him not to be afraid to let guys his own age fuck him too. Before he left that night I fucked another load of poz cum up inside him. We stayed in touch and over the next few weeks I gave him a couple more loads but none as hot as that first time. He also told me he'd hooked up with a couple of guys at school as well. Then one day he shows up at my place in tears. I invite him in and he proceeds to tell me he got sick and after going to the doc he was told he was poz. We talked for a while and by the time we were done he understood that it wasn't a death sentance and that in fact now that he had it he could feel free to much as much as a cum slut as he wanted to be. I fucked another load into his ass before he left and I have a strong suspicion that a cum slut is exactly what he turned out to be.

Here is another one of my favorite pozzing stories for your enjoyment: As I think I mentioned before I often meet up with guys through Craig's list and the like and I have a couple of different email addresses as sometimes I might post multiple adds. Generally one will be a normal "top looking to fuck bottom" type of add and sometimes I'll hang it all out there and see if someone is up for something much more radical. So one night I have an ad up "Poz top seeks younger neg guy interested in taking my raw seed." Its not the sort of thing that generates a lot of response but I figure heck maybe I'll get lucky and find a bugchaser in my area. Well one night it paid off when I get an email from this kid Nathan who says he's a top but interested in getting pozzed so that he can poz guys he fucks. I of course invite him over immediately telling him we can talk a bit when he arrives. Nathan shows up a short time later and he's around 19-20 about 5'11 165lbs or so with a good build and it turns out very smooth. He looks very much like your typical midwestern farm boy which is what he turns out to be. And as I discovered later he has a gourgeous 7.5" long thick cock with a nice set of shaved balls. I ask him he he got interested in bug chasing and he explains to me that he'd found some stories online about guys getting pozzed and it had been and incredible turn on. He loved thinking about fucking a buddy at college knowing that he was gonna give the guy a load of charged cum. He said he'd never really bottomed before but he knew if he wanted to get pozzed it was probably the best way. I asked him why he'd never bottomed before and he said that he'd tried it once and it hurt like hell just getting the guy half way in so he had stopped it there. I explained to him that when I was through with him his staus would definetly have changed from neg to poz and that once we got started there would be no backing out. I also warned him that I wasn't going to be gentle popping my cock up his tight ass. He was clearly very nervous but agreed to go forward. I ordered him to strip naked and then collected his clothes and locked them away explaining to him that like it or not he was now staying for the night. I'll never forget the sight of him standing there with a "what the fuck am I doing" look on his face breathing slightly fast his cock rock hard looking hot as hell I took him to my bedroom where I undressed and ordered him to his knees so that he could suck my cock. He eagerly complied and it was quickly obvious that while Nathan might be a virtual anal virgin mine was not the first cock he had sucked. He took my 8" length down his throat and worked it like a pro my pre cum filling his mouth. But it wasn't his mouth I wanted it was that beautiful neg ass. I pulled him up and pushed him onto the bed pushing his legs up to his chest and fully exposing his tight lil hole. Best of all his ass was natuarlly completely smooth. "Fuck yeah man" I said fingering him "you ready for my poz fuck tool up inside there?" He was breathing fast at this point and clearly not sure if he really wanted 8" up his ass but he bravely replied "yeah man give it to me." I moved into position between his legs my cock slick with pre and his spit and proceeded to roughly lube his hole with only my spit. "Aren't you gonna use lube?" he asked nervously to which I replied no as I wanted to make sure my poz cum got inside his blood stream. I mounted him and began to firmly push my cock inside him and as I did he winced and squirmed begging me to stop and telling me how much it hurt. Ignoring him I drove my death tool inside him as he all the while was whimpering "Fuck that hurts noo please ohh God uhhhhhh". I gave him only a short moment to adjust before I started fucking him and soon the combination of fluids in his ass had my cock sliding smoothly in and out. As his hole opened up Nathan began to discover just how good a cock head massaging your prostrate can feel and his cries of pain so became moans of pleasure. The best was yet to come though. I don't think Nathan had really thought through getting pozzed and instead had allowed himself to get carried away with a fantasy. And much like a person who does something dumb and then regrets it as I fucked his hole Nathan's mind started reminding him that maybe getting pozzed wasn't in fact the best idea he'd ever had. Sensing this I began to play to it as my cum surged in my balls. "Yeah Nathan you feel my poz death stick inside you? Feel it fucking your ass? Yeah boy I'm getting close..getting ready to poz your little ass but good" Hearing me talking like that Nathan started trying to back out. He couldn't supress his rock hard cock or the feelings my cock head was giving him as it massaged his prostrate but he started trying to play what I'll call the "time out" card. "Wait man.. wait.. no" he was saying and he limply tried to push me off him. I held him firmly though and continued to fuck him telling him how my poz load was building and how soon it would be inside of him infecting him. "yeah boy my cock his opened up that little ass of yours....Its ripe Nathan... Its ready for my poison seed" I told him. His meek attempts to back out only made me hornier and I wanted to make sure he knew the moment it happeed to him. "Fuck boy here it comes" I whispered in his ear "here comes my toxic death seed" Nathan hearing this whipered "Ohh fuck..Off fuck Ohh fuck..God..no..please..Ohh Fuck" almost non stop and I turn Got louder "yeah boy here it comes..here comes my poz seed in your neg cunt... yeah....uhhh.....uhhhh....ahhhh...AHHH.....FUCK BOY YEAH I"M CUMMING!!" As I yelled this and came I drove my dick extra deep inside Nathan planting my poz load deep in his gut. This drove Nathan over the edge as he cried out and his cock exploded shooting several large spurts of cum onto his face and chest. I worked my cock around inside him making sure to coat as much of his hole as possible with my toxic seed. And Looking at the tinges of blood on my cock I was sure it would take. Then I wiped Nathan's cum with my fingers and made him eat what was the last purely neg load his cock would ever shoot. He confessed later as we lay there in bed that he'd never cum so hard in his life but he was definetly having second thoughts about what he'd just done. He wanted to go but I wouldn't let him and I fucked another 3 loads into his ass that night and by the last he was begging for my poz seed and begging me to poz his ass. Sure enough the pozzing took and Nathan got his fuck flu. Having awakened him to the pleasure of being fucked he never went back to being a total top though I'd say he was about 90% since from what he told me I was the only one who fucked him. The best part was hearing him describe how he was sinking his own poz seed into neg boy pussies over at the school. He actually managed to capture on video too the first guy he ever pozzed getting the kid into his dorm room with his web cam running as he fucked his load into the guys ass. Nothing like watching a gifter you created pass on his gift to another.....

I live in what would otherwise be a quite town except for the fact that it's home to a decent size and well known university. It's the kind of place where, if it weren't for the college, gay life would be very lonely. Fortunately for me the college means a steady stream of horny young guys, many of whom are exploring gay sex for the first time. For a guy like me, who likes nothing better than depositing a load of poz cum in the ass of some unsuspecting innocent little twink, it's heaven. I thought the group might be interested in a few of my favorite stories of boys that I've converted to the poz brotherhood. One of my favorite pozzings was also probably the least likely. You see this guy had been doing a study in one of his classes and noticed that the HIV infection rate in the town was a little higher than the norm for the state, which was odd, given how 'quaint' our little town was. Hmm. I wonder why. Anyway our do gooder, (let's call him Jason), started an education campaign reminding the community to always practice safe sex. Needless to say, as a bareback-only-kind-of-guy, I found this was putting a major dent in my sex life as suddenly all the little twinky boys on Craig's List were demanding safe sex only. Then one night I meet Jason at a bar and luckily for me he was alone having a quiet mid-week night out, and since he didn't have class the next day, he was giving himself a treat. When I realized who I'd sat down next to, and also noticed that he was pretty darn cute, (5'11 165 red hair, and in good shape), I started buying him drinks. I wasn't overtly coming on to him just being friendly and after we'd been talking a bit I learned he was straight and more than a little 'frustrated', shall we say, being between girl friends. Having got him more than a little tipsy I offered him a ride home. While in the car I was quite sympathetic with his little problem (i.e., the lack of sex) and when I thought the moment was right, I slid my hand up his thigh and give his package a squeeze. He was surprised but too drunk to get angry, responding only by saying "Hey man, I'm not like that." Whereupon I countered "I know bro, but a blow job is a blow job, and I know you need one. I know you need it bad. Does it really matter who takes care of you?" I knew I had him when he didn't immediately argue but rather started thinking about the truth of what I'd just told him. I reached over again and squeezed his now hardening cock, telling him how good would feel. "Dude, you gotta promise its our secret ok?" he said. "No problem. We'll go to my house and no one will know I've taken care of you." I got him home and guided him back to my bedroom, telling him to take off his shirt and that I would handle the rest. He did so, and I quickly started undressing him, feeling his cock up the entire time, making sure he stayed horny. I got his shoes and socks off, then his pants, and finally his boxer briefs which already sported a nice pre-cum stain on them. I started slowly working his rock hard, seven inch cock with my tongue, taking it deep down my throat. Soon he was in heaven, his smooth skinny body twisting and writhing as I gave him the kind of blow job he had only dreamed of. All the while I was working on him, I was also stripping off my own clothing, getting myself ready for phase two, which began when I slid a finger, nice and slick with my pre-cum, into his virgin pussy. At this stage he was past caring what was going on, so long as it felt really good. And man, had he found something he that he liked. As I worked my finger around his ass I watched his reaction, and found myself wondering if this self-proclaimed straight boy had a secret gay side. I came off his cock and pushed his legs up, driving my tongue inside his hole. I was not surprised when his reaction to my rim job was to moan loudly and his entire body to shudder with pleasure. I work my tongue deep into his hole, opening up his ass, all the while slowly stroking his cock. I pulled back and looked at him asking "Like this, Jason?" "Fuck yeah, man!" he replied, his speech still slurred by alcohol. I got my lube and start working it up his ass with my fingers loosening him up. I know part of him is confused and thinking this has gone too far but the other part is loving how it feels and doesn't care how its happening. I lube my cock and get atop him spreading his legs wide exposing his virgin fuck hole. He sees my hard cock and suddenly grasps what's comign next but its alreadry too late. "wait man no..I'm not..no...." he whimpers as my cock head finds his hole. Ignoring his cries I lean into him pushing my 8" death stick slowly into his virgin ass. "Owww fuck noo it hurts owwww..." He's whimpering as I pop his cherry but soon my cock head is massaging his prostrate and he's back in heaven again. I'm fucking him slowly at first but with building intensity. Talking to him, telling him what a good little faggot boy he is and ordering him to beg for my cock. He complies of course too engrossed in the pleasure to think of anything else begging me to fuck him harder which I do. I feel the load building in my balls and my excitment grows knowing that I'll soon be infecting his young ass. "Yeah boy I'm gonna cum inside you...you ready for my cum?? ready for my hot load up your faggot ass?" "Yeah man fuck uhhh uhhhh yeah..give it to me" he moans. I drive my cock in deep and my toxic load explodes deep inside him as my poison cock fills his boy ass with poz seed. I stay inside him fucking it into him watching his cock twitching as the pressure on his prostrate causes it to fire off its last neg load. I pull out and order him to suck my cock clean which he does making sure that every ounce of poz cum ends up inside him. I had him sleep in my bed that night where I fucked another load into him but the best was in the morning when he woke up sober. He finds himself naked in bed with another dude and his ass sore. What he'd though was a dream he quickly realizes wasn't. I pull him too me and slide my cock up inside his ass which I'd conviently lubed again just before he woke. "No man nooooooo" he whimpers as I start fucking him. "you want me to stop fucking you boy huh?" I ask as my cock head hits his prostrate again. All I get back is a whimper of pleasure that tells me he's hooked on cock. Then "wait are you wearing a condom?" he asks quitely. Nope I only fuck raw I tell him as I continue to pump his ass. He's shaking now partly from fear but also from the pleasure of being fucked. "Are you neg?" he asks so quitely I almost miss it. "I'm afraid not boy" I reply "you want me to stop fucking you..?" Silence......."huh boy you want me to stop?"......."You want my poz dick out of your lil faggot ass?".......Or do you want another load of my poz cum in there?"......Hearing nothing I whisper in his ear "your addicted to cock up your ass aren't you boy huh?" "yes" he whimpers back which makes me so fucking horny I start pumping him hard and deep. "Beg for my poz load boy" I order him and "tell daddy to poz your boy pussy" and as we near climax he cries out "yes daddy give me your poz cum yes!!" which drives me over the edge and I give him his third load of toxic jizz. In one night a promising young straight boy and been converted into a poz lil pussy boy and he started taking a lot of loads where ever he could find them after that. Of course his be safe campaign died and that enabled me to get back to by normal routine of filling young college ass with tmy toxic seed.

Thought I’d put up some of my bareback experiences over the years. I used to be a leather top, but I never was particularly dominant, and realised I loved being bred about a year ago, but that’s another story for another time... A couple of years back I visited London and I’ve visited Hampstead Heath a few times. Feeling horny, I got into my leather gear (leather jeans, leather shirt, boots) and headed up in my car. I parked up and walked down the dirt road, past the pond and towards the area I know that there’s often action - the infamous fuck tree. This is a tree which has grown at a convenient height and angle for guys to bend over. As I arrive, there’s a few bottoms bent over the tree, waiting for tops to fuck them. The bottoms vary - there’s a guy in tracksuit bottoms, couple in jeans and one in leather chaps. Interesting, might pop back later on. I continue having a wander. As I walk down a path I see a twink-ish looking lad - white shirt, matt effect PVC jeans and shoes. I look at him and hold his gaze for a bit and walk past him on the path and stop a bit up. He looks back towards me and walks up. I instantly get hard as he’s quite cute and he’s wearing at least some fetish gear! I get the impression that he’s not been cruising a lot and is just getting into fetish. Fine by me! We move away from the path and I initiate a snog, which he returns with gusto. I start running my hands up and down his body, he’s quite fit, slim but with a bubble butt and a good sized cock. He appears a bit nervous, but that’s even more of a turn on. He gets down on his knees and unbuttons my leather jeans. I’m not wearing any underwear so my precum soaked penis falls out and he starts enthusiastically sucking my cock. God this lad is good! He can’t take it very deep, but he’s got good technique. I decide that I want to fuck that bubble butt. I whisper to him “I want to fuck your arse”. He stands up and I start snogging him, running my hands down his arse crack and running a finger into his hole. God it feels tight! He’s quivering at this point but I turn him around and push my cock up and down his arse crack. I have a small pack of lube so I lube up my cock and his arse and gently try to push my cock in. It won’t go in he’s so tight. At this point he gets cold feet and moves away. So I’m standing on Hampstead Heath, rock hard cock sticking out of my leathers, horny and frustrated and needing to blow a load! I coax my cock back into my leathers. I decide to walk back towards the fuck tree. As I approach I see a muscular top in a rubber surf suit and waders pounding away at the bottom in leather chaps I saw earlier over the fuck tree. This rubber top is fit as fuck and has drawn a bit of a crowd of guys, wanking their cocks. There’s noises of slapping and groaning as he’s really giving the bottom a good working over. There’s a loud groan as the top dumps his load in the bottom’s arse. The top then walks away, as do a lot of the crowd. After that pounding I was expecting the leather chap wearing bottom to wander off as well. He just stays bent over the fuck tree. Horny as all hell now, I know I need to dump my load and I think that by now that bottom will have a well lubed arse with that top’s cum, plus he's in leather which is a major turn on for me. I extract my cock from my leathers and approach the bottom. I run my hand up and down his body - he’s an older guy, probably late 40s, toned, wearing a leather biker jacket and chaps. I tap my cock up and down his arse crack, he moves his legs aside a bit and I push my cock into his arse. Unlike my first attempt, this time it goes in really easy and I feel the warm cum from the top on my cock. Fuck this is hot. I start to slowly pound away and a small number of guys gather. I feel a hand playing with my nipples and a hand cupping my arse. I start speeding up, feeling the top’s cum lubing my cock with each stroke. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long and after a few minutes I pushed in deep and let out a loud groan, feeling my cum pulse deep into the bottom’s hole. I then pull out with a massive grin on my face. I look down and whilst it was dark I can see some of the cum dripping out of the bottom’s arse, and wet cum all over the crotch of my leathers. And with that I walked back to the car, spent but happy. One of my best nights ever on the Heath.

I have a fuck bud that usually comes by at least once a week, pretty sure he's married - never kisses, after he cums he gets dressed and shakes hands, that kind of thing. He's 6'5", probably around 220, defined muscle, black, with an 11" uncut cock that I can't get my fingers around at the base. Usually he either wants me to blow him while keeping his foreskin up around the head because he's sensitive or he wants to fuck but only with a condom. At 11" I'll let him use a condom, freezing it when he's done for some pig top to use for lube later. Today he messages that he wants to breed me (I just don't think he knows what that means). He comes over gets undressed and I start sucking his cock getting it hard as a cock and filling my throat. We move to the bedroom and he puts on a condom and lubes up. Whenever he's heading over I spend a little time with a dildo beforehand so I'm ready for it. He shoves his cock in and I could feel the condom snap, he pulls out after a little bit and puts on a new condom without saying anything. Then he starts fucking me again slamming that huge cock into me hard and deep. After about twenty minutes of fucking he cums and pulls out pulling of the condom. It doesn't look like there's anything in it but I take it and suck his cock clean to get the last drops out of him and put the condom in the kitchen. He gets dressed and leaves and about five minutes later I get a text saying "hey the condom broke ok that last one". I guess he got his wish to breed me so now I'm sitting here holding his load in me. Hopefully he liked it and will skip the condoms from now on.

Friday night. I'm at a gay bar in New Orleans(the name escapes me...if I ever knew it), buzzed and horny as all fuck.I'm out on the patio, drawing on a Rolling Rock, standing close to a hot looking guy telling his buddy how he was needing fucked that night. Medium height, balding, bearded, tight workmans body, in well worn jeans and t-shirt. I've had plenty to drink so I don't need much encouragement. I step to him, he turns to face me. I take another draw of my beer and set it down...unzip to expose my hard cock and hairy balls. "Want this?", I asked with a sneer.He looked at my throbbing cock, then up at my face. I put my hands on his shoulders and he went to his knees. He took my cock into his wet mouth. His buddy watched and grinned while he sucked me hard. And he sucked me with a purpose; the kind of cock sucking that tells you he wants you hard for a reason. I was not mistaken. He rose to his feet and dropped his jeans to the floor, turned around, bent over against the wall, produced a bottle of lube and greased his hole. All in one well practiced and fluid motion. Subtle he was not.I lined up my bare throbbing cock against his hairy hole. He took a loooong hit of poppers which he then handed to his buddy. I waited half a tick for the poppers to hit, then I inched in. His fuckhole was warm and welcoming, I slid to my balls in one long lazy slide. And only when I was balls deep did he utter a sound..."Yessss.", he hissed.And I fucked him. Right there on the patio. With men all around. I fucked his ass like I owned it. He was hungry for it alright. And he got a damn hard fuck. At one point, noticing a small gathering me men, I forced him to swing around and grab a chair. "Lets let everyone watch you get fucked!", I said. "Oh god!", he moaned as he stroked his dick. "Look up at em. Look at their faces watching you get plowed!" He did as I instructed. He looked up to see a circle of men watching his ass get used in public. "You like that raw bone, boy?" I growled. "You want my seed? My dirty cum up your fuckhole?!" "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! YES!! BREED ME! PAINT MY GUTS!!", he screamed - as every head turned. Apparently, that was all he needed. "OH GOD! I'M GONNA CUM!" And damn did he. His ass muscles flexing on my cock with every squirt. THAT was all I needed. I seeded his ass deep and held it there for a long moment....making sure my toxic load was deep inside him....grinding my DNA into his guts...before pulling out very, very, slowly. I do love the whimper a fuckhole makes when I pull all the way out. My wet softening cock hung there. I made sure anyone that wanted got a look at it. The fuckhole was straightening himself, his buddy lending a hand. I pull my jeans back up, stuffed my sliney cock roughly into my jeans and grab my beer. I take a long draw and stood there, giving the fuckhole a hard silent stare...sending the message. "Thank you...Sir.", he murmured. I nod my approval, take a final draw of my beer and walk back to the bar for another.I believe every eye followed me. And it felt damn good. And yeah, I did fuck and breed another dude later that night.

My first time was back in 1987 when I'd just gotten out of a bad marriage. I was living happily alone and was fully indulging my taste for hot, kinky sex with men. And, believe me, I was ready and eager to serve ANY man, at any time! I was living only about twenty minutes away from an unlit, "No Facilities" rest area on a rural four lane highway in northern New Jersey, which I overheard a local cop laughingly tell my coworkers was a gay hookup spot they called "The Lollipop Stop." As they further yukked it up, the cop told them that his chief had put out an order to "leave the faggots alone," as long as they behaved themselves! As you can imagine, I had a hard time hiding my boner as I listened it to THAT conversation! I've always LOVED giving head to horny strangers, so that was right up my alley! Well, about eleven o'clock that same night, I parked my car among the other seven or eight cars there and, almost before I knew it, I was following a middle aged stranger into the dark woods just off the pavement to give him a blowjob! Several minutes later, the stranger I was kneeling in front of and sucking vigorously, grunted aloud a pumped my mouth full of his thick, delicious cum! As I swallowed his wonderfully big load, I was in pig-heaven, and knew I'd found my new home! That place was on fire, and before I left for home, at about 1:15 AM, I had sucked off four other horny men, all of them completely anonymous strangers! After that, I was visiting that very sweet Lollipop Stop three or four times a week...NEVER failing to score at least one cock! About a week after my first visit to the Lollipop Stop, I once again followed a horny stranger into the night woods to suck his cock. Quickly stripping completely naked, as was my habit, I got on my knees and began sucking his luscious, fat, uncut cock. He climaxed rather quickly and shot a delicious load of very thick and very strong-tasting semen into my mouth, which I eagerly swallowed! He was one of those men I love who doesn't get hypersensitive after he cums and he let me milk out every last tasty drop. When he finally got his breath back and pulled his cock out of my adoring mouth, he thanked me, turned at a slight angle to me, chuckled lewdly and said, "That, boy, was great! But I've got quite a drive home and I've got to piss like a racehorse!" Before I knew what I had done, I heard myself eagerly say, "Would you like to piss in my mouth?" I couldn't believe I had invited him to do that, but I suddenly felt a rush of hot excitement spin through my body! Although I couldn't see his face there in the night woods, I could feel his lewd smile. "You want that, you little faggot? You really want to drink my piss?" I was so turned on by how he said that, that I could not have refused him if I had wanted to! "Yes, sir," I replied, trying to keep my voice from cracking, "I want that!" Again, that lewd chuckle. "What do you want, faggot...tell me!" the man demanded, playing me like the hooked fish I was! "Y-your p-piss, sir...I want your piss!" I stuttered in my growing excitement. "Ha!" the man snorted, "And why should I waste my piss on you?" Now I fully realized how this little exchange was turning him on, as well as me, and I knew what to say. "P-please, sir," I begged, letting my now very real desire for his golden champagne completely color the tone of my voice! "I-I sucked your beautiful cock for you and made you cum hard and I swallowed your load, like a good little faggot cumslut should. But I'm still soooo thirsty, daddy! I wanna drink your hot piss! Please, daddy! Please piss in my mouth!" I begged, whining in abject submission! Finally, both hugely turned on by his total control over me, as well as having to really urinate badly, the man laughed cruelly and I unexpectedly felt his big hand find the back of my head and grab a handful of my hair tightly, yanking my head back almost painfully! Laughing right out loud now, the man knew was his to use! "Oh, alright, you filthy little cocksucker! Open that piss-pot of a mouth of yours and drink my piss!" "Ohhhh, yessss!" I moaned in the exquisite agony of my flaming lust, immediately opening my willing mouth wide and extending my tongue in eager anticipation! Almost immediately, my nose filled with the musk of the man's crotch! I felt him lay his cock on my tongue and skin himself back. I felt his cock suddenly lengthen and swell as he struggled to relax in spite of his growing arousal, and I felt the first meager rivulet of his hot, very strong-tasting piss trickle down my tongue to pool in the back of my throat. Instantly, my entire being was filled with the powerful, musty, salty flavor of the man's burning urine! Relaxing fully now, his stream picked up volume and made a musical tinkling sound as it filled my mouth! "Mmmmm..." I moaned with pure perverted pleasure, gulping his piss down greedily, giving myself completely to this stranger's mastery! After struggling to swallow the man's first mouthful with my mouth wide open, I closed my mouth carefully, my lips forming a soft "O" just behind the cock's widely flared head. This allowed me to gently hold the squirting cock gently within my utterly accommodating mouth, not sucking for arousal, but allowing my new lover to piss freely, while I drank freely from that forbidden fountain! And I loved it! "That's it, bitch! Drink daddy's nasty piss!" the man coaxed, in the most lewd tone of ever heard, his strong stream now a deluge! "Mmmmm..." is all I could moan out in pure pleasure, as I guzzled the hot cock-juice, trying not to let a drop escape my thirsty mouth. "Yeahhhh!" the man groaned as he continued urinating in my mouth, "Drink it all, you little cock-whore...drink every drop of my piss! Drink me dry!" And I did just that, drinking his scalding, but delicious piss until his bladder was empty! After he finished and shook the last drops of his piss into my open mouth, the man quickly pulled his pants up, zipped up and, to my surprise, asked my for my phone number! "My balls and bladder won't stay empty for long," he quipped lewdly, "and I think you're just the little cock-whore to empty them for me regularly!" Of course I gave the stranger my number! And that's how I began my trip into the delicious depths of depraved piss-love! ???

Freak Show - Part 5 Off we went through the grounds of the carnival. Lucky for me the cum on my face and in my hair had dried, so I wasn’t that much of a spectacle. Still several men looked at me with a knowing smile. Each clearly wanted to add his cum to the collection on my face. We headed around to the far side of the grounds, here were more trailers, and less crowd, muscle fucker leading the way. “Todd, where are the twins?” muscle fucker asked a guy busy working in the area. “Show time. Won’t be back for at least an hour,” he responded. “Well, fuck.” “He’s the one looking for fun?” “Yeah. I need to find some fun to hold him over until the twins are free.” “Alex is on break from parking duty. He might be up for some fun. He’s behind his trailer.” “Come on whore, we are moving again,” muscle fucker announced. I didn’t hesitate, too late to back out now, especially since I was enjoying the attention. I hadn’t had that much since the break up. At this point I wasn’t even thinking about getting poz loads, I just wanted more cock. We moved in between trailers and went around one to find Alex. Fuck me, it was the man that I paid to park, the one that set this up. He looked up and smiled. “Did you find the fun you were looking for?” “And then some.” "I have some more fun for you” he said grabbing his crotch, adding “I’m not a freak like some but I have my own uniqueness.” He undid the button in his jeans, then slowly pulled down his zipper. I watched attentively, waiting for his uniqueness to appear. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing the black fur covering his chest. It was beautiful, but nothing that I could see was any different from anyone else. He pulled his jeans open, exposing his black fur covered crotch and the base of his cock. Still nothing. He looked at me and smiled. He pulled his work boots off, I scanned his feet, thinking maybe he had six toes on each foot, but was a little disappointed to see his feet were normal. “Strip for me,” he demanded. Pushing my shorts down,, I realized that I lost my shirt somewhere, so, except for my shoes, I stood there naked. “Turn around. Show me your hole.” I heard muscle fucker snicker as I turned my back to Alex and bent over. I could feel my checks open and knew he could see the butt plug lodged deep in my hole. “Keeping those freak poz loads in, huh?” Alex asked of muscle fucker. He just smiled. I looked between my legs at Alex, he was slowly pulling off his jeans. As he stood up, I saw it. Hanging from the jungle of hair in his crotch was his uncut cock. It was semi-hard. What struck me odd, was the foreskin. It hung a good half a foot or more beyond the head of his cock. “I want to be know in the show as the Foreskin Freak, but not too much call for something like that” he said “yet I keep stretching it.” “Tastes good too," muscle fucker added. I watched him stroke his cock, pulling the foreskin back, and still not exposing the head of his cock. His cock was steadily growing harder and harder. I reached back and pulled the butt plug out. “Please fuck me, breed me,” I whined. “Such a whore," Alex commented. "Actually, a poz whore," suggested muscle fucker. “Looks like I am going to add to the collection.” 'Was everyone here poz? 'I thought as I watched Alex walk towards my hole, slowly stroking his cock. I closed my eyes as his foreskin started rubbing up and down my crack. “Hold him, I don’t want him to get away,” Alex told muscle fucker, who stepped forward, pulled me up a little so my head was rested on his massive chest, as his thick arms wrapped around my body, holding me tight. With that Alex rammed his cock into my hole. Honestly, his cock slid in easily, with virtually no pain. All thanks to having been fucked by Double D and Tiny. Grabbing my hips, Alex rapidly pumping my hole, commenting “Loose fucking hole. Should have brought him to me before Tiny got him.” “Want me to slide my hand in there and jack your cock, Alex?” muscle fucker asked. “As loose as his hole is you could get both in there” Yet, Alex still fucked my hole. I could feel his crotch hair hit my ass, rubbing against my smooth skin. “Alex! Alex, your fucking break is up. Get out here and do your fucking job,” a voice said over the radio. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Alex exclaimed, perhaps in pleasure, perhaps in frustration. "Alex, I swear if you are fucking off right now I will chop off that foreskin, now get out here and do your job, you fucking asshole.” Alex began to pound harder and harder. I knew he was going to cum, his breath was becoming shallower and shallower. He slammed into my hole and shot his load announcing “Fucking take that toxic poz load, you loose fucking whore.” Then he abruptly withdrew from my ass, stepped over to the radio and replied “Fuck you Frank, You know how to kill a mood and a fucking hard on. I'll get there when I fucking get there. Oh, and YOUR ASS is mine.” He quickly dressed. The last thing he did was slam the butt plug back in my hole, remarking "You don’t want to loose that load, sweetheart, it’s highly toxic." Then, just as he was leaving the area he turned and said commented to muscle fucker, “I wanna another go at that hole.” “Deal” answered muscle fucker, who then turned to me and suggested “Let’s go see if the twins are free. They're always up for more than a quickie.” I pulled my shorts on and we were off. My mind quickly turned to the three way with the twins I was about to have.

2. Jay "I'm sorry," I said again. "I mean. You're not gay. I'm not gay." I had kissed this guy that I barely knew. I was terrified of what I had done. "Uh," I stammered for a moment, trying to read Rod's face in the dark back seat of the car. "It's cool," Rod said. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine again. This time I tried to relax. It was him initiating it, not me. And it didn't mean I was gay. We were just playing around. But it was hard to deny the way his kiss affected me. My dick was rock hard and leaking, and I wanted him to never stop kissing me. "Is that good?" he asked. I nodded, not able to think about anything other than this man who had started to make out with me. He reminded me a bit of some of my friend's dads. The ones I was a bit wary of, because I didn't want to know them too well. Like as well as I was starting to know Rod. Before I could say anything more, Rod continued. "You're not the first guy I've kissed. And besides, you're super cute." It was the permission I needed to exhale. It had felt like hours, but it was probably less than a minute. In that time, I had kissed another man and then he had kissed me back. It had felt amazing. In my drug-fueled state, I didn't care so much that it was with another man. I just liked the feeling of connection with another human. Rod leaned back in. "You're fun to kiss as well." Our lips met again. This time, Rod pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored, before pulling back away from me. "What do you want to do, Jay?" Rod asked. He was naturally stern, but there was a genuine concern that was still present. "You need to be honest. With me, but also yourself." "I know," I said. I understood what he was asking. I also knew what I wanted to say; what I wanted to do. "I wanna make out with you. I want to feel your hands on me." There was no reaction from Rod, but I was scared again. I decided the smartest thing was to be quiet, so I shut up. "Good answer," Rod said. He wrapped an arm around me, and pulled him close to him. Our bodies pressed together, almost as tightly as our lips were pressed against each other. But it felt totally natural, like this was how two men were supposed to get to know each other. "Very good answer indeed," he continued, as his tongue explored my mouth again. Mercifully trapped in my shorts, my dick was hard. I knew there was a wet spot where the head strained against the fabric of my underwear. I didn't want to have to explain that to either Aiden or Rod. "You want to join us?" Rod asked Aiden. I had forgotten about Aiden. Now I felt bad; I had been making out with Rod, not even knowing how Aiden would react. I had no idea if it was revulsion or interest. I broke off the kiss long enough to turn my head. Aiden was watching us, but the smile was of genuine pleasure. "Not yet. You guys are having fun, and I'm enjoying watching you. Besides, we're almost there." I looked out the window. All I knew was that we were in the busy Hollywood downtown area. Even at nearly two AM in the morning, the streets were still busy with cars, and people were standing around the doors to restaurants and clubs. I tried my best to sit back up, and adjust my shirt. Rod had run his hand over my chest and down my stomach, messing up my t-shirt. He had gotten down to my crotch, and rubbed my dick just enough to feel how hard I was. "You're like me," he said, but didn't elaborate. In the dim light of the back seat, it was hard to tell if he also had a boner. We pulled into a hotel entrance. I was glad I had taken care of my t-shirt, because quickly a doorman and a valet came up. "Mr. Aiden," the valet said. "Good to see you again." Aiden handed him the keys, and stuck the ticket carefully into his wallet. It was already fat with cash; I tried not to stare as I exited the car. Rod was right behind me. Rod was almost too close behind me. Two hours ago, his closeness would have bothered me a lot. But after the past few minutes, I wasn't sure what it meant to me. It felt good to have a man like him so close to me, and it made me feel simultaneously safe and excited at the same time. I just wondered what the valet thought, but then realized he probably didn't even notice his clients. "This way," Aiden said, leading us through the front doors and directly to the elevators. He knew his way around the hotel, as evidenced both by the familiarity the valet had with him and his own familiarity with the floor plan. It was not long before all three of us were in an elevator, heading upwards. As soon as the doors closed, Rod pushed me against the wall, and started to kiss me again. He pressed his body against me. He was a little shorter than me, maybe about four inches shorter. He craned his head, and I bent over. It felt a bit strange to tower over him, even as he was being the dominant one. But, at the same time, his small stature only accentuated the seeming power he had over me. As his tongue pressed into me, I felt the sensation of his dick pressing against my thigh. Like me, he was stiff and hard. He had said I wasn't the first man he had kissed. I realized that he had probably made out with a lot of men. And he had fucked many of them. It was a disquieting realization, and I hesitated for a moment. But then his tongue ran against my teeth, and the insistent pleasurable sensations overwhelmed my head again. "Glad to see you like each other," Aiden said. "Bet you want some time to explore, don't you?" "Oh yeah," Rod said. "There's a lot for us to explore." "As long as you leave some for all of us," Aiden said. I had hoped he would explain what he meant, but the elevator dinged and the door slid open. We were on the 12th floor, not the top, but a respectable height. "Almost there, men," Aiden said. To our left was only one suite, and that was the direction Aiden turned. "Ready?" Rod asked. "I think I am," I said. "Not sure what to expect." "Pleasure," Rod said. "Expect pleasure. And fun. Lots of fun." "I hope so," I said. I gave Rod one last peck on the forehead, then he and I grabbed hands and walked out of the elevator. There was a tall black man at the door to the suite. From behind the door, there was some laughing and deep house music." "Here for Edward's party," Aiden said. "Oh, don't worry. I know you, Aiden Wolfe. You're welcome any time." He opened the door. The music was louder, but not by much. Most of it was a thumping base, enough to shake my body. Inside, I saw a number of men, ranging from guys just about my age to older dad types. I didn't see any women, but that didn't seem like a problem. All of the men were uniformly in-shape and good looking. Aiden had already disappeared into the crowd, but Rod was pulling me deeper into the tangle of men. Once we were in the thick of it, he turned around. "What do you think of it?" he asked me. "It's," I searched for the right word. "Interesting. I'm not as hot as these guys though." He leaned in and kissed me again. No one seemed to notice. "No. You are," he said, as he broke off the kiss. "Let's go to the balcony. It's a bit quieter." He took my hand, and guided me through the crowd of men. The room wasn't as big as I first thought, and although I originally thought it was a crowd, by the time we got to the balcony doors, I realized it was only about thirty or forty people. "This way," he continued. Out on the patio, we were alone. We faced downtown with the city laid out before us. It was like a scene from a movie, and if I looked down, I could see the busy street, while further away, all I could see were the street lights. Above us, airplanes made lazy circles on final approach to the airport. "Looks like it's just the two of us out here," I said. "Yeah," Rod said. "How are you feeling?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "Still horny?" Rod asked. He ran his hand over my chest again, dropping down to my stomach, and then to my crotch. I knew he could feel my erection. There was no point in lying to him. "Yeah. I am," I said. "I need to get off or something." I had turned to face him. He was smiling, and chuckled a bit. "Or something," he continued. There was a knowing smile on his face. He leaned in, and craned his neck up to meet my lips again. I didn't resist his approach. I didn't want to resist it. Even in the dim light of the balcony, it was clear just how handsome he was. Not only that, he also had years of experience on me. He would know what to do. He broke off the kiss. "Tell me when to stop," he said. "Don't stop," I said, as he put his hands under my t-shirt again, running his fingers through the light fuzz on my chest, and easily finding my nipples. I gasped in pleasure. "Please," I continued. "Don't stop." "Of course not, my boy," Rod said. Carefully, he lifted my shirt up and over my head, taking care not to disturb my glasses. He made it seem so casual and easy that I almost didn't realize he was starting to work on my belt. Another kiss, and I was distracted long enough for him to unfasten it and release the button on my jeans. They fell around my ankles, leaving me wearing only a pair of white briefs, now far too small to contain my erect penis and heavy balls. "What about the others," I asked. Even though it was a warm night, I shivered slightly under Rod's touch. I had never been naked like this before, and felt utterly exposed. "Don't worry about them," Rod said. He ran his hand over the bulge in my underwear. I was afraid I was going to cum just from his slight touch. "Just enjoy yourself." "Ok," I said, the goosebumps still covering my body. It was hard to tell which emotion was stronger: fear or excitement. "You're shivering," Rod said. He pulled off his own shirt, and added it to the small pile accumulating next to us. "Here," he said, pulling me against his body. His skin was warm, almost hot, against my skin. There was little more muscle and bone on his body. It was a totally different feeling from the girls I had played with; they had been soft and delicate and Rod was hard and strong. "So warm," I said. Sex with Rod was going to be rough, intense, and demanding. "Fuck," I muttered, as I pressed my body up against him. Less than two hours ago, I was flirting with a hot Asian girl, not even thinking about men. Now I was contemplating sex with a man I barely knew, and my dick was hard at the suggestion. "Yeah?" Rod asked. He ran his hands over my bare back, working his way down. His target was my ass; it seemed like the most natural thing for him to do. "You doing ok?" "Yeah," I said. "Just," I stammered. "This is all new to me." "It's new to everyone once. Just relax. And enjoy it." He slipped his hand under the waistband, and grabbed one of my ass cheeks. "I'm enjoying it." He pressed his crotch against my leg, and I could feel his hardness. He ran his free hand back over my bulge. "I think you are enjoying it as well." I was silent for a second, wondering what to say. I finally went with the complete and difficult truth. "Yeah," I said, "I am enjoying it." Before I could say anything more, he leaned in and kissed me, pushing his tongue back into my mouth. I let myself relax and enjoy it. It wasn't hard; Rod was a skilled kisser. He knew when to be tender and slow, and when to be more forceful and take what he deserved. This was one of the latter, as he pushed my tongue out of the way and explored my mouth. "I know. Not to first boy I've broken in." I was momentarily grateful for Rod's experience. He knew what to do, how to make it feel good for both of us. It was going to be hard to refuse him anything. I was feeling warm and tingly from his touch, feeling generous with my body and wanting to use it to please him. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but strangely familiar. It was a part of myself I had never experienced, but still very much me. If I was honest with myself, everything I was doing that day was easy to understand. It was the part of me that took furtive glances in the locker room. It was the part of me that wanted to feel Rod's shaft in my hands. It was the part of me that wanted Rod inside me. But, I didn't want to understand. Understanding meant that I had to think about it and work through all the possible options. I didn't want to have to use my brain at all. My cock knew what it wanted, and it was far simpler to follow its simple, infinitely pleasurable commands than to create elaborate yet ultimately unsatisfactory self-delusions against the perpetual pleasures of getting off. I reached down and undid Rod's belt. I looked down. He was wearing elegant, trim-cut dark grey dress pants. The belt caught my eye. The leather was thick. Far thicker than necessary for thin and elegant dress belt. Rod smiled at me, as we both realized that the belt signified so much more than just fashion or function. I wondered how much it would hurt if Rod used it against me. It was a heavy leather suitable for a fat, heavy daddy's belt. It deserved to be used against a young man's butt than to be stuck in a boardroom. I wondered how much pain it could cause if I ever made Rod use it in disappointment and shame for my actions. At the time, I only knew its uses instinctively. It would be much later that I would learn all of the details of the leather community. I remembered a picture I had on my computer, a woman on her knees, naked except for a belt securing her wrists together. In the picture, a man stood above her, with his thick shaft buried deep in her throat. I paused, realizing that tonight, I was playing the role of that woman. "Go ahead, boy," Rod said. "Finish what you started." "Yes," I said. "I understand." "Good boy," Rod said. The way he said it along with the smile he had made my dick jump. I looked down long enough to figure out how to unthread the thick leather strap from the buckle. The pants hid some of his arousal, but it was impossible for it to hide all of it. "Yeah, it's a bit stiff," Rod continued as I fumbled with the belt. I wasn't sure if he meant the leather or his dick. It didn't matter. I managed to undo his belt, unfasten his pants, and push them down, over the bulge in his light blue underwear. My own dick ached in sympathy with his. Both of our tools needed release; release from the confines of our clothing, and release from the pent-up sexual energy. I looked back up at Rod. He was still smiling at me. It was clear where this was going, and it was exactly what he wanted. He made the next move. He reached down and pushed down his underwear. His dick sprung free, sticking out from his body. It was one of the largest cocks I had seen outside of porn. Of course, I had only seen a few other erect penises in real life, most years ago as I had explored with middle school friends. Even by porn standards, Rod's dick was admirable in length and girth. Where my erection arched upwards, his hung down slightly. "Go ahead," he said. "Touch it." I hesitated for a second, then decided to take a risk. I reached out for Rod's shaft. I thought it was going to feel weird, reaching for another man's dick. But one I had made the decision, it seemed like the most natural thing I could do. "That's it," Rod moaned as my fingertips brushed against the warm and supple flesh. Like my dick, the outer layer of skin was soft, and moved easily over the much harder core. Finally touching it made me realize that looks could be deceiving. Rod's endowment was more than just admirable; it was actually quite big. I had never felt short-changed in the dick department, but compared to him, I just did not measure up. It was both the length and girth of the shaft; his cock hung down slightly because it had to. The simple physics between gravity and the flesh and blood that made up his manhood required the slope. "Have you ever touched another man's dick?" I nodded. I had, but it was so many years ago, and I was so young. "Yeah." I said. "In middle school. My friend Jack." "Did you just touch it?" I shook my head. "No," I said. "What else did you boys do?" "I," I started. "I. I sucked his dick as well." "Nice. So, you're an experienced cocksucker?" "Well. It was only once." "Only once?" Rod asked. I had only just met Rod. We had known each other for less than an hour, and he was pulling out some of my deepest memories. I hadn't told anyone what had happened that night. How we had explored each other’s bodies. How I had sucked on Jack's dick. How he had cum in my mouth. How I had swallowed it, and how, afterwards, he had called me a disgusting cocksucker. "Yeah, he moved away a few weeks later." "That was convenient," Rod said. "But still. I bet that means you've still sucked more dick than your roommate." Rod had an arm wrapped around me. I felt safe in his arms, safe enough to be telling him all of these things and still be playing with his dick. Even with the noises of the party coming out from the open doors, and the lights of the city spread out in front of us, it felt like it was just the two of us, sharing an intimate moment. Yes, it was an intimate moment between two men, but it felt so natural to me. This moment would be our secret. I didn't have to worry about anyone finding out, and it would just be this one evening. I wouldn't have to do it ever again. "I suppose you are right," I said. "Damn, your dick is big." At its core, it was a simple tube, evolved over millions of years to inject his semen deep into his partner. But that masked the complexity that even the slightest touch revealed. There was the soft, warm skin over the hard shaft. The beauty of his cockhead, and the drip of pre-cum forming at the tip. I didn't want to stop fondling it and playing with it. His massive cock was our toy, something we could share and use it to bring pleasure to him. "You like it?" he asked me. I nodded in agreement, scared at what I might say if I opened my mouth. "Look at how hard you've gotten in," Rod continued. With his free hand, he held it up, showing it off to me. "Bigger than mine," I finally said. "Don't worry about that," Rod said. He pushed down my white underwear, finally freeing my dick from its fabric prison. He stroked the length of it, pushing me to a full, hard erection. "It's more than big enough for me." He leaned in and kissed me. "It's a beautiful cock." "Thanks," I said, blushing a bit. We were now almost completely naked, our pants around our ankles, and our erect dicks sticking out in front of us. If Rod's cock curved up and mine curved down, they would have touched. But instead, they just barely missed each other. "Come on," Rod said. "Let's get out of these clothes." He took off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants in a smooth, practiced motion. On the other hand, I felt like an ungainly teenager again, fumbling with my shoes, then my socks, and finally nearly falling over as I tried to dis-entangle myself from my pants and underwear. If Rod had any thoughts at my awkward movements, he mercifully did not say anything. "That's much better," Rod said, pulling me back against him. We were naked now, and our touch was no longer accidental contact between two men. This wasn't the fumbling exploration with Jack, but the expert guidance of an experienced man. I wanted more; it seemed impossible, but my dick got harder. Rod felt it grow. "Much better," he continued. "How are you doing?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "You really haven't done this before, have you?" he asked me. There was no judgment in his voice. "No," I said. "Never." "Just let me know if you want to stop." "I will. But don't stop. So far, it's all good." This time, I took the initiative. I leaned in and kissed him. He opened his mouth and let my tongue enter. If I were honest with myself, I had occasionally stared at guys in the locker room, or wondered what a particularly handsome man looked like naked. But I had always told myself I wasn't like that. I had always dated girls, and enjoyed that. But now there was this. It was just as fun as fooling around with a girl. It was almost more fun. Plus, it didn't feel weird at all. It felt perfectly natural to have another man's erect penis pressed against me, and to be making out with him. "Good," Rod said. "I'm having fun too." We continued to kiss, oblivious to everything around us. If anyone from the party looked out on the patio, they would have seen us, naked, making out. But somehow, it seemed unlikely that someone would look at us, and even more remote that they would care. Aiden hadn't been bothered at all when Rod and I made out in the car, and I didn't think any of the other men at the party would be concerned either. "You've never had sex with another man, have you?" "No," I said. "As I said. Just sucking cock." "Still a lot of fun," Rod said. "And there's a lot we can do without even having sex." "Oh?" I asked. There was a devilish grin on Rod's face. "You need to show me." "Of course," he said. He was enjoying this, showing me all these new ways to enjoy a man's body. "Have you ever been rimmed before?" "Rimmed?" I asked. "What's that?" "I guess I know the answer now. Grab the railing. Bend over. Don't worry. I know what I am doing." I turned around, grabbed the railing, and did as Rod told me. In front of me, I could see the lights of the city, spread out like a twinkling beacon of a brilliant future.

I can't remember exactly but the hottest scene I had was when I was in Key West. I had hooked up with this guy at my guesthouse. He, his friend, and I went to some bar. He used me to recycle his beer. I have no idea how he knew I was into piss.

Hey guys. It's been awhile since I've written anything. I've been thinking a lot about writing a story that fictionalizes the path of the character in Chaser, The Short Film. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yrN_Zkay2Y I think it's one of the hottest things I've ever seen in my life. I've jerked off to it dozens of times. I relate so much to the main character in the film. See my mostly autobiographical series: https://breeding.zone/topic/32372-safe-sex-boy-turns-cumdump/. I've sketched out an outline, but I only really want to do it if y'all want to read about it. I hesitate because so many of you didn't like the movie. Let me know. If y'all are for it, then I'll continue using this thread.

As a bareback top, I know everyone has his own desires and own preferences, but for me, there is no better feeling then sliding raw into a nearly smooth tight Asian Ass. Asians in general turn me on to an amazing degree. So often they seem hypersenstive compared to other more rough guys. Fucking a pig is nice, but often it seems their skin, nipples, cock, have lost a lot of sensitivity, so often I can make an Asian slut dance and sing just by a gentle touch of a nipple or armpit. And my god do they go for rimming. So many Asians I end up breeding after starting off with some rimming. Just yesterday I met a guy at a sleazy porn shop in Phoenix, Az. Cute guy, maybe 35, looked like he could have been 20. Said he really needed a BJ and nothing else. Took him back to my place, got him naked, and after some short sucking of his cock, went after his ass. God, the way he moaned and made these cute girly noises had me rock hard. I kept rimming him and he gave me a "just don't fuck me." After some chewing his tilts I started grinding my cock to his hole and that got him to "Fuck me, but use a condom" I relented on this for a bit, just to get inside him. Poor guy had no idea what he was getting into. Ten minutes later I slide out, yanked off the condom and slid back in. If he felt the difference, he didn't say anything. Soon I was getting close and then kept the best part. Just to be "fair" I told him I was going to breed him. This got him going and he started babbling "make baby in me, make me your wife! make baby!!!" Fuck I had to fight the urge to yell as I blasted my load. I could feel myself bucking inside him and the whole time I just held him under me. For anyone else that knows this joy, I urge you to share your conquests as well. Nothing is as good as Breeding Asian Ass.

My name is Charlie, and I am a recovering addict. Almost 10 years ago, I got involved with some guys in California who got me hooked on meth, used me for a few months, and then basically left me for dead. I survived. Well, part of me did. Sometimes I think its the part of me that should have died. I hadn't done tina in almost 10 years, though, like a bad addict, I would still look at chem porn, and read sleazy, chem-filled stories on sites like this one, on bugshare, on NKP. I got off over and over again to stories of guys getting fucked up, whether it be by their choice or not, and getting used like the sluts most gay men are. I got off on stories about pozzing, stealthing (chems and poz), zoo, you name it. I was a secret (or not so secret, I don't know) pervert, but I hadn't relapsed. That was until recently. See there was this guy that I had talked to over those almost 10 years, from the time I was in California through the time that I moved to Boston. For most of this time, he didn't know that I was in recovery, that I really shouldn't be talking about how much I would love to be between his hairy thighs while he spun his pipe and blew clouds over me. This guy was my kind of pig. Tall, about 6 foot or a little more, and bearish - both furry, and with a belly. But best of all, he was a pig, and made no bones about it. Well, he may have made a few bones, if you catch my drift. His name was Pat, and he was local to me in Boston, only a few miles away, but as anyone who lives in a metro area knows, 6 miles can be a very long way to go for cock. Pat was into leather harnesses and slings, piss play and fist, sweat, spit and anon sex. All of that made me hot. What made me hotter was that he didn't care about his status for most of the 10 years that we were chatting and camming. He didn't care about his status until he tested positive for HIV in 2015, after which point he started to care more about what his partner's status was. See, once he converted, he began to like gifting and stealthing guys. So he would tell some guys that he was undetectable, or just not talk about status with them when they would party with him. But he and I would talk about it. I was still neg, and had been something of a passive chaser for most of my sexually active years. It was all fantasy to me - granted a hot fantasy that got me off time and again, but still a fantasy. I let undetectable guys breed me, and didn't ask status for a lot of the guys that used my holes, but still tested neg in 2016. I had been cautious about talking to Pat after moving to the Boston area, as I hadn't wanted to break my sobriety and relapse, although every day dirty fantasies would flit through my head, where I would go, and someone would slip a booty bump up my hole, and by the time I realized what it was, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it but beg for more dick. Then I did something that would change my life completely, and free me from the fantasy Hell I had been trapped in. I told Pat about some of these fantasies, especially ones where I would be kidnapped and forced to do chems and take cock for days. When I was young, there was no real worry about a guy finding your address if you didn't want him to - it was too much effort for most people to go through, and besides, shit like that only happens to other people, right? Well, since there has been such an upsurge of technology that utilizes a phone's GPS for the purposes of finding ass, it has become easier to triangulate someone's location based on these applications. Guess what? It didn't happen to someone else. It happened to me. And I couldn't be happier. You see, a few weeks ago, Pat and I were talking on Scruff, and I noticed that he was only about a half mile from me. This was closer than his usual 6 miles or so of distance, so I asked what he was up to. "Running an errand, had to come down to your neck of the woods to grab something," he said, and I thought no more of it. I was outside, having a clove in my garage to stay out of the wind, when a car pulled into my empty driveway. This was a black sedan, unremarkable in its make and model - probably a Camry, there are like a billion of those. In the driver's seat was someone I recognized, Pat. He pulled all the way down the drive, not trapping me, but there were few places that I could go to get away. And believe me, I wanted to get away. I knew that something was going to happen, I just felt nervous all of a sudden. "Hey Charlie! I was in the neighborhood, and decided to drop by to see you, since we have been talking these 10 years and haven't met yet." His voice was as sexy as I remembered, medium timbered but clear and resonant. All I could think of were the videos he'd sent me of him being a verbal, nasty top with piggy bottoms. The vids that I had jacked to countless times. "Oh, hi, glad to finally meet you in person!" I stammered in response, nervous as all Hell. He came to me and wrapped me in a big bear hug, and I could hear him sniffing at my neck as he hugged me. So here I am, being hugged by this guy that I think is both sexy and dangerous as fuck, and dammit if my dick doesn't start to chub. He can feel it, since even though he was around 6 foot tall, I was about 6'4", so my crotch was pressed against his stomach. I could smell the sweat on him, if I bothered to pay attention, and that was driving me up the wall too. Pat's arms were around my back, and even though he was holding me tight still, I could feel his hands moving lower, rubbing my lower back, and then my ass. I couldn't help it, I moaned softly. He let me go and stood back, peering into my face. "Please tell me you aren't busy right now," he whispered seductively into my ear, his scruff tickling my neck and jaw. "Now that I have seen you in person, I'm thinking I'm going to have to feed you my hog right here." His hog, that was what he has always called his admittedly ample fuck stick. About 8.5x6 uncut inches, getting thicker towards the base after a head that was great for popping holes open to stretch for his thick shaft. I'd seen it plenty, in various states of hardness, and I knew that I wanted that cock, that I had wanted that cock for close to 10 years. I didn't care that he was admittedly poz, not on meds, and wanted to get me to relapse. None of that mattered, now that I could feel his bulge growing against my hip. I sighed, knowing that I was being stupid, but not caring. Knowing that even if it was stupid, I would regret for my entire life not taking the offer that was on the table - getting to play with this guy that I had been into for a long time. "Not so busy that I don't have some time to finally get to know you, Pat. It's been too long that we have been dancing around this." I could feel my face heating up, turning red. "Good, because I want to make you my pig. You aren't cleaned up by any chance are you?" I shook my head, having not planned on meeting up with anyone, let alone someone I had had a dangerous crush on for years. He smiled and said "Well, I have a lot of time, and you are going to go inside, get rinsed up - only inside, mind! And then I'm going to bring you back to my place." I stubbed my clove out, and told him to follow me inside where I could get ready for him. I did the usual thing to clean up for a good long fuck, cleaning as deeply and as quickly as I could. When I came out of the bathroom, Pat was on the couch, looking at his phone, grinning. He looked at me and said, so you think you're ready for this hog?" He grabbed his crotch and moved his half hard dick around in his pants. The thirst was strong, and I nodded. "Ok then," he said, "grab some lube, I'm going to give you some piss up your ass before we go to my place." My dick got hard, and I went to get the lube from my room, along with my harness, and bag of toys. I slipped the harness on under my shirt, put a jockstrap on - red Nasty Pig, sweaty and unwashed, as well as a cockring. Pat grinned harder as I came out, and I handed him my bottle of Gun Oil. "Turn around and let me see that hot ass." I pulled down my pants, and bent over slightly so that he could see and feel my ass. His hand on my ass felt great, but I was still nervous. Here I was, letting this guy that I knew was partying, piss up my ass and plug it in me. He spread a bit of lube on his fingers and lubed my hole, one finger in, then two, and then three, and then four. In and out, my hole hungry for the attention that it was getting. I heard him fumbling with the lube again, and then I could hear the unmistakable sound of a cock being lubed. "You're going to love this. Hold still." I felt his hand on my lower back, holding me in place, and then I felt the head of that hot, uncut cock right on my hole, and I pushed back just slightly to get the head of his hog in me. As his head popped through, and I could feel the stretch of his much thicker shaft pushing in me slightly, a light sweat popped out on my brow. Am I doing the right thing here? I thought to myself. But even as the thought crossed my mind, it was too late, and I could feel his strong, warm piss filling my hole, and I could feel the heat growing stronger and stronger. After about two minutes, with his cock pulsing inside me, he sighed and said "There, now clench." I clenched my hole, holding his very large load of piss inside myself. It probably would have been too much liquid had I not just rinsed out and had water up there before. "Hold still pig, I have a plug for you so you don't get that good piss on my car seats." I felt something cold on my ass again, and then more pressure, and a decent sized plug - I presumed, since I hadn't seen it - popped its way inside my chute. Pat pulled up my sweats, patted my ass, and said "Let's go, pig." Already feeling hornier than I had felt for the last 10 years, I followed him out, knowing that I was going to be his sub pig for as long as he wanted me. We got in the car, and he pulled out of my drive, taking off for destination unknown - his place. I had no idea how long it would take to get there, and I was just happy I had the plug in me to hold that chem piss inside of me. The ride took about 20 minutes, and we were at his place, where he told me to go right to the tub, bend over, and wait for him. The bathroom was simple, beige walls, beige shower tiles, clear plastic shower curtain. There were hard water stains on the bathtub, but by this point it was something that I noticed only because Pat wasn't there yet. The sun was shining through the window in the shower, and I could feel its tenuous heat on my skin. It was hardly a couple of minutes that I was there, in my jock and harness, and nothing else, standing with my head on the shower wall, back arched, ass out. "Damn, I love a pig who follows instructions. Ok, we won't be wasting it like this very often, but I want you to push out all of that chem piss into the tub. We want to make sure I didn't loosen anything else up there." As soon as he told me to let it go, I started to gently push, as I had had a cramp building from trying to hold it in too long. The piss came out dark yellow, but clear of any debris, apparently I had cleaned out better than I thought. Pat made sure that I was still clean, and that there wasn't anything else forthcoming from my hole - that I was ready to get stuffed full of what I was born to take - cock and cum. "Here, another treat for you, because I know you will be the pig I want soon." Pat's voice was getting sexier, and more dominant with the minute, and again, I did as he told me to - bent over the arm of the couch as we had left the bathroom and gone to the living room. There was porn playing on the TV, a laptop connected to it, and I recognized the porn, one of my favorite scenes from a TIM flick, one with Calvin and the Fucktard. My head was out there, focusing on all of the piggy thoughts that I had buried (poorly) over the years, when I felt Pat behind me again, fingers sliding into my hole with a little lube. "I call these Devil's Cocks." He said to me as I then felt something frozen touch my hungry hole. I was already high from the chem piss earlier - it had been pretty strong, but I knew that a Devil's Cock was. Frozen cum. He was lubing me right. "Only, these Devil's Cocks have an extra ingredient, my favorite vitamin T. You are getting about a third of a cup of cum, and quite a bit of tina with this pig. We will make sure those inhibitions go away." Shit he knows how nervous I am. I thought this, even though I was already high, already lost. Already relapsed. I felt the cumcicle pop its way into my hole, chilling me. Pat kept rubbing my hole, making me moan. "Don't worry, we are going to have this hole stretched around my poz hog soon pig. I'm just going to reteach you how to smoke a pipe, and I'm going to watch you suck my cock while I spin for my hits." My cock couldn't really get hard any more - I get crystal dick very badly - but I was so horny, and those words made a small wet spot appear in my jock pouch. He sat on the couch and told me that since I got the booty bump, he was going to enjoy me servicing him before he taught me how to spin the pipe. The floor wasn't comfortable, but I didn't care, especially not after Pat threw a pillow on the ground for my knees. He pulled his hog out of his jock - he was wearing chaps, a black leather jockstrap, his leather harness and a cap - fucking hot. As he pulled his dick out, I could smell his cock and balls, knew that he hadn't washed them in a while, and I was good with that. The smell was intoxicating. Or maybe that was the cloud he breathed down on me, not sure. I sniffed up and down the length of his cock while he spun the pipe, groaned and otherwise enjoyed the feeling of my beard on his cock and balls, and I enjoyed getting his scent mixed up into my face fur. It wasn't long before I started licking the head of his cock, the very barest part of it sticking out of his foreskin, a drop of precum already in his slit. I slurped that up while I made eye contact with him, and started to suck his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of manly flesh, a hint of my ass and piss. For at least an hour, I knelt on the floor between this man's thighs while he spun the pipe, and I finally got to suck on the cock that I had dreamed about for years. And suck I did. I used every skill, every technique that I had developed over the years to give him as much pleasure as possible. I brought him to the edge 4 times in that first hour, and never let him cum in my mouth - since that would be a waste of his seed. I was able to better than I ever have in the past, holding him down my throat until black stars danced in my vision. He held the back of my head and made sure that every inch of his hog was in my throat, and that his full nuts were up against my beard. I tugged and pulled on his sack while he moaned in that deep voice of his. He grabbed my hands and pulled them to his nipples, "Work em, pig." "Your throat is fucking awesome, dude. Why did it take so long to get my hog down your throat? Fuck!" he exclaimed at one point. Because I was a recovering addict, and too chickenshit to let go again. I thought as I worked this hot specimen on manhood with my mouth. And there is no where I'd rather be right now. I want this thing in my hole, so fucking bad. I didn't realize that I had said that out loud as I stared at the fully hard 8 plus inches of cock in front of me until I heard Pat chuckle. "You want my cock up your little hole pig? You want this hot hog that you have been slurping on for an hour and a half to dig you out and plant my seed in you? My POZ seed?" I was looking up at him, hunger still written on my face. "Fuck. Yes. Sir." He chuckled again, muttering under his breath, almost too soft for me to hear: "Hog gets em every time." Louder, he told me to get on the couch next to him, and he would pack a bowl for me, and refresh himself some, since he'd been enjoying the polish job I'd been doing on his glorious tool too much to really blow any clouds. I sat with my arms behind my head, sweat beading on my head and running down my sides from my arm pits. I could smell them without moving my head. So could Pat. "Woof! Hot scent coming from those pig pits!" He was packing what looked to me to be a lot of tina into the bowl, a big pile sitting there in the bulb, which he soon melted into a puddle. "So, it's been a while since you partied, you told me, right? So I am going to remind you how to twirl the glass cock. I'll control the fire for now, you start inhaling slowly and steadily once I tell you. Don't take your eyes off the hole." I smirked like an 8th grader, and Pat sniggered again. He heated the bowl like the professional he was, and soon told me to start inhaling, slowly and steadily. "A little harder. Nope, too much, just...there you go boy. Pull that cloud in deep. A little more. More. There, hold that until I tell you to let it go." My lungs are filled to bursting, more than I would take for a toke of pot, way more than a drag of a cigarette. I felt my lungs start to quiver when Pat finally told me to release it. A huge white cloud enveloped my head, covering Pat from my view, but it was strangely satisfying. A couple of seconds later, I heard a cell phone video clip ending, and then some more bits and tweets. "Fuck, that was a good cloud boy! You are going to take a few more like that before we are ready to bend you over. I like my fuckholes SPUN! I recorded that, sent you a copy, and am uploading a copy to NKP right now." I am sure my phone vibrated somewhere around my sweatpants, but I could care less. I was floating, and perfectly happy to stay that way. My hole was tingling hungrily, and my eyes were closed, but I heard Pat say "Time for another, slut." I repeated, took another huge hit and blew a nice thick cloud. Twice more. Then Pat had me operate the fire, and told me to put my feet on the couch and expose my ass. As I got into position, Pat got his baggie out again, and put a nice shard on his finger tip, before shoving it knuckle deep in me. It felt so fucking good. I could feel the cum from the Devil's Cock around the finger, feel it move in me when Pat got in. I loved it. Pat saw it on my face and grinned a sleazy sexy grin, and told me to go ahead and release the hit. I did, and he said very seductively, "Well, I liked what I felt in that hole earlier. I liked it again just now. I want to take your hole, keep you high as fuck, pound you, use you, and get lots more loads than just mine in there. Are you ready to take my cock, and let me make you mine?" I didn't have to think for very long. My ass was on fire, doing all of my decision making. And my ass needed cock. Pat's cock. Pat's poz cock. "Please, yes Sir."

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

I've been meaning to write this story out for awhile, it might be similar to a lot of stories already on here, but I wanted to put my personal spin on it. Bear with me, this is just the first part of this fiction, more will follow. Revenge I waited until Joey got in the shower before I grabbed his phone from the bedside table. My boyfriend had been hiding something from me and I was determined to find out what that was. He had been sidestepping questions and overall I got this feeling like he wasn't where he said he was when I texted him. I looked at the pass code lock on his phone and typed in his combination, having seen him enter it when we snuggled on the couch. For someone with something to hide, he could have made it harder to snoop through his phone. I swiped through his screens and cringed at how many random games and one-time use apps there were with no organization or folders. Among all that, I found he still had Grindr on his phone. I thought about whether or not I had ever heard that telltale yone go off while we were together and I couldn't remember ever hearing any sound, it was always on vibrate. I opened the app and went to his recent messages and while there weren't any new ones I saw that he was messaging someone as recent as this morning. I read through the thread and saw that they had hooked up that day while I was at work. I was livid as I read more and read through the other messages to find he was hooking up with guys at least twice a week and it seemed like a different guy each week. I suppose I should have taken it as some sort of consolation that he was using condoms because he always demanded them - even with me, but I just couldn't get over the fact that he lied about being monogamous for the year and a half we were together. I thought about how I might have been alright with having an open relationship if we had simply discussed it. We could have brought in a third guy or had an orgy. I started to get hard thinking about that and had to shake my head to focus on the problem. I looked at Joey's profile: discreet, masc/ddf safe and NEG only, no flakes. I shook my head and closed the app, making sure to put his phone right where I found it. Joey was still in the shower, but I didn't want to risk getting caught snooping. I thought about what I'd discovered and briefly considered confronting him about it, but I didn't feel like that would be enough. I thought about cheating myself to get even, but I would have to sleep with a man every night for month just to come close to his number. Thinking about going behind Joey's back made me hard again, just as he came out of the bathroom. "Hey baby, " he said as he strut over to me nude and steaming from his shower. Joey was sexy, 5'8" tall, white, and thick like a wrestler. He crawled across the bed to my 6' athletic latin frame. I admit I was getting a little chubby and thought maybe that was why he cheated and it made me angry. "Looks like you could use a hand," he growled softly as his hand stroked the outline of my uncut cock in my sweats. I briefly considered pushing him away, but I didn't want to come up with some lame excuse to cover up my newfound knowledge. Without a word, I pulled down my sweats and let my 7 inch cock stand to attention. I reached over to his head and pulled down, giving the signal for head. He licked at my skin covered head and slowly went down until I hit the back of his throat. There was still an inch to go so without warning I thrust in and out, forcing him to take more. He gagged and tried to push back but I held on tight and kept up the pressure until he coughed and sputtered for air. I let him up just a bit to catch his breath, but didn't let go of his head. Before he could sit up and yell at me, I pushed my dick back in his mouth and face fucked him. Being more prepared, he relaxed his throat enough for me to slap my balls against his lips. I thrust in and few more times and felt my cum rising. I pulled out and slapped my dick on his face and moved to stand up before I came. "Damn baby, that was hot" he managed to say after getting his breath. "Where did that come from?" "I had a stressful day," I lied. I moved behind him and rubbed his hole with my finger. The same hole someone was fucking that morning. "I was thinking, can I finally fuck you raw tonight?" "Andy, you know how I feel about that," he replied. "I know we've been exclusive but I just don't feel right yet." I didn't feel right about him lying right to my face just then, but I didn't say anything. I just walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom so I could fuck my frustration out on him. I lubed up my cock and slid into his waiting hole, realizing how much I wanted to bareback him. I thought about my cum leaking out of his hole and it made me rock hard, but I knew he wouldn't dare let anyone fuck him raw, not even me. I grabbed his nips and squeezed them as I thrust my dick all the way into him. He bucked up and squealed like a pig. I'd never been that rough with him before. "Fuck, baby that hurt" he cried. I smacked his ass in response and slid almost all the way out and back in again. His moan told me he was more prepared this time. Little slut, I thought. Of course he would get be used to my dick now. Getting fucked earlier today loosened him up. I started thinking of that guy he messaged fucking him raw and that sent a wave of pleasure through me. I wanted to see Joey flooded with cum, even if it wasn't mine. He was so worried about HIV and I thought about how it would be his just desserts if he were pozzed when cheating on me. That last thought of Joey filled with poz cum sent me over the edge. I thrust into him as hard as I could, four angry thrusts until I came. I pulled out and slid the condom off, tying off one end and putting it in the trash. Joey panted as he pushed himself up off the bed. It seemed he had cum on the sheets, the sticky substance showing on his stomach. "Wow, that was the best fuck we've had" he said. I smiled at him and nodded. It was true. I hadn't cum like that in a year, and what set it off was the thought of pozzing him.

It was my birthday, and I decided to go out to one of the local bars with some friends. It's one of those places that attracts bears, older jocks, and their admirers. Over the course of a few hours I got a few drinks in me (at least the ones I remember!), and before too long I'm buzzing pretty good. One of my buddies (I won't name him, but he's a very handsome, bearded, muscular, and naturally dominant man) keeps introducing me to these guys, seemingly at random. They don't have much in common except for a few things: they're all pretty handsome, all scruffy & masculine, and they all walk away with a wink and a smile, or a "you're gonna have fun tonight". Now any sane (and sober) person would probably catch on to a pattern here, maybe scratch their head, but I was buzzed, and hey, it's my birthday! Its around midnight by the time we leave the bar, and it's emptying out. As I'm sure y'all know, the bears aren't a late-night crowd! So by the time we leave the bar, I'm pretty tipsy, smiling from ear to ear, and gettin a little horny. My buddy is next to me, handing me a bottle of water and walking me down street. We pass my car... and I ask "where are we going?" "I got you a hotel room... I know you're a lightweight, and I didn't want you to have to drive," he says. I remember giving him a big hug... how sweet is that?! "Besides, I have a little something for you." We get to the hotel, he takes me up to the room, and gets me on the bed. It's a suite actually... with a separate bedroom. I don't remember how long I laid there on the bed... I was busy trying to figure out how to keep the room from spinning. My buddy was kind enough to turn down the lights, and I just lie there face-down cuddling a pillow. I heard the door open and close a few times... and there's whispered voices. I slowly got up, and realized that I'm VERY buzzed... and feeling good too! My buddy comes over to me orders back on the bed, face down. I immediately comply... partly because he's someone you don't want to disobey, but mostly because I enjoy pleasing him. He climbs on top of me and slowly massages my back with some kind of lotion. His hands work their way down to my ass, and when I suddenly feel his beard against my ass, I shiver with pleasure. He probes me with his tongue, slowly digging into my ass, deeper and deeper. I remember feeling like I'm in heaven... my whole body is tingling. I hear myself whisper his name, moaning, encouraging him to dig as deep as he can with his tongue. It's so easy to just lay there face down, and enjoy this bearded man working my ass over, opening me up with his tongue. What seems like a few years later he asks, "You ready for some fun boy?" "Yes Sir" I whisper. He's switching to his natural dominant side, I know the signs by heart, and I'm right there with him. I feel his cock sliding along my ass, teasing my hole. I'm very familiar with his cock... average length, and very thick... and he knows how to use it. He work his hands up along my back, all while he's probing my ass with his cock. He has his hands around the back of my neck now, gripping me tight. I don't remember him putting on a condom, but I can't be sure. The head of his cock is pressing against my hole... that gentle but firm pressure is making me squirm. "You ready for your birthday gift boy?" "Yes Sir" I whisper. "I didn't hear you boy! Tell me what you want!" I hesitate. Through the buzzing in my head, I remember my buddy is poz. I've taken lots of loads from men before, but never from my buddy. Sure, we've played around, but he's never fucked me raw. He'd always put on a condom and said something like "I don't wanna hurt you", or "you're not ready for that". I've fantasized about feeling his thick raw cock inside me. But I've always been conflicted... he knows I hate having to worry about contracting hiv, and he knows I want to be free from the worry. But this time I hesitate, because this time could be the one that changes my life. A second later, I surrender to the inevitable. "I want you to use me Sir." I whisper. "You're gonna have to do better than that, boy," he chides. "I want you to breed me Sir!" I yell. And I do want it I realize... with all my heart I want him to take me. And I get my wish... his hands tighten on my neck, hard. He slowly slides his cock into my ass... there's no stopping him. He's strong and he's got me pinned in place. But I wouldn't stop him even if I could... I open up for him, welcoming his thick meat into me. It seems like forever of bliss goes by before I feel his balls pressed against my ass. He's all the way in, and his cock head is pressed against my inner wall... a perfect fit. "I'm going to enjoy this boy," he whispers in my ear. "I've wanted this for a long time." And that's when pulls out, and slams his cock back into me... hard! I cry out! I remember seeing white... even through the alcohol-haze I still feel the pain. He slams his cock into me again, and again... each time there's blinding pain, and each time I cry out. A few more thrusts, and I'm starting to feel a little numb inside. The pain is still there, throbbing, but not sharp like at first. I've never had someone intentionally try to hurt me. I felt tears running down my cheek, onto the pillow. "There we go... I'm sorry boy, but I had to hurt you a little." "huh?" I whimper. "Just relax now... it'll be done soon." And then he begins stroking his cock in my ass. He goes right into the rhythmic fucking he always does when he's focused on gettin' off. No foreplay this time, no edging his cock. I feel his breath against my neck, his strong hands holding me down while he slowly but firmly drills me from behind. I feel his cock grow uncomfortably hard inside me... the head swells, and his breathing quickens. His cock is swollen and so thick... he's spread me open farther than I ever thought possible. "Tell me you want my gift boy." I hesitate again. "TELL ME YOU WANT IT!" he orders. "I want your gift, Sir". He immediately thrusts himself into me as far as he can... the head of his cock is pressing hard against my inner wall. It hurts, but I keep from crying out. He holds perfectly still for a moment... I hold my breath. There's no breathing, no sound, just the feel of my heart thrashing in my chest. And that's when it happened. At that moment, when I felt his thick cock pulsing inside me, forcing his toxic seed into me, the stinging sensation as his sperm mingled with my bruised and torn hole... I knew my life had changed. He held his cock in me for a while longer, making sure every last drop of his gift was delivered. I felt his cock throb a few more times, the stinging sensation slowly faded. He kissed the back of my neck tenderly, got off me. and knelt next beside the bed, near my head. "I know you've wanted this for a while now, but didn't have the courage to ask for it," He whispers to me as he gently caresses my face. "Now you can be who you were meant to be. A cock hungry, cum-dump... no worries, no guilt." I remember him smiling at me. It wasn't a sinister thing, or mocking. It was the smile of someone who knew that he'd just helped a friend. "Thank you Sir" I smiled back. "And now," he said as he reached into a bag he'd left by the bed, and pulled out his wrist restraints. "We need to make sure the deed is done. You're going to be my bitch tonight. I told my buddies at the bar what was in store for you tonight. They all knew that you were going to leave the bar an innocent neg boy, and come back a pozzed bottom pig. Some of them are here right now actually... they've been watching your conversion. And now they're going to make sure it takes." I craned my head around, and saw the shadow of a few men standing around the bed. How could I have missed them? I see their silhouettes, the long, hard cocks waiting to breed. I swear I could see pre-cum dripping from one of those cocks, and I think I recognized a couple of them from the bar. I looked back at my buddy... and that's when his smile slowly turned from friendly to wicked.

(This story was an adventure from 2004, also from the archives of Raw Latino Muscle:) I’ve been an unrepentant barebacker all my life, even after I tested poz more than 20 years ago. I was 100 percent bottom until about eight or nine years ago, when I discovered the pleasures of breeding men – especially younger guys, whom I feel a special obligation to impregnate with my poz seed for the next generation of pigs. Even though I’m mostly top now, I’m always ready to flip and surrender my hole to other poz/AIDS brothers who will recharge and strengthen my seed. My dick gets rock hard and drips when I think about the hot time I had with a guy I met on the Web several years ago. His name was Alex, and we made a date to meet on one of my semi-regular trips back to my hometown. He said he had full-blown AIDS, and he was looking for pigs who would continue to carry and spread his strain after he croaked. I assured him I’d spread his strains to hundreds of other raw pigs. I explained to him that I have a twisted obsession with poz seed and that nothing gets me hotter than swapping tainted fluids with other poz pigs. He was flattered that I wanted to take and transmit his DNA to the next generation. I went straight to his place after checking into my hotel, and I can still remember how hot he looked when he opened the door, naked except for an open bathrobe. Alex was white, late 40s, 6-foot-2 and about 150 pounds of extremely lean muscle and veins. He had a full, thick black moustache that dominated the sunken cheeks on his gaunt face. His cock was 7 inches, thick and heavy like mine, with a huge mushroom head pierced by a PA. He pulled me to him, twisted my pig tit and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, and I sucked the taste of beer and cigarettes in his spit. I stripped immediately and couldn’t wait to get his loads inside me. I dropped and took his cock in my mouth, making love to his death tool. I’m not much into oral sex (I prefer a hot mouth on my nipples), but knowing his balls and dick carried the juice that I desperately craved drove me mad with lust, and I worshipped him like a god. I gave myself in complete submission, ready, willing and hoping to do anything he asked in return for the unholy privilege of receiving his toxic cum in my guts. Although he’d stopped taking HIV meds about a year earlier, Alex said he needed Viagra to fuck. So while we waited for his dick to get hard, I gladly fucked him and added my strains with his own death cells inside his guts. Although he was taller than me, I had at least 30 pounds of muscle on him, and I easily pinned him to the bed as I wedged my fat dick into his extremely tight hole. We made love, with lots of kissing and talking nasty about AIDS and death, and I didn’t pull out until I’d dumped three loads of my own dirty seed into his guts. Some of it spilled out when I pulled my cock out of him, so I felched it and fed it back to him in a fucking deep, hot kiss. By that time, Alex’s own death tool cock was rock hard. I jumped in his sling, and he aimed his PA directly at my own rarely fucked hole. Using only spit, he slowly but insistently pushed his whole cock into me. It burned like hell, and I knew he was tearing tissue as started pumping. After about 10 minutes we moved from the sling back to the bed so we could kiss more easily while he shared his gift with me. I noticed something red on his dick, and I reached down and fingered my hole to confirm I was bleeding. Strung out on poppers and lust, I begged Alex to ram his dick back inside me, which he did. I don’t get fucked often and it was all I could do to withstand his assault, but the knowledge that he was already dripping deadly precum into my bloodstream only made me hungry for more. We were drenched in sweat and the smell of poppers as he pumped my cunt for another 15 minutes, sharing lots of deep kisses and twisted talk about worshipping AIDS. Finally, my new lover spewed a huge load of his death seed deep into my guts. The intense connection we shared was overwhelming, like a true spiritual experience, and I remember wishing I could die right there as his spasming cock still spewing poison into me. When Alex finally pulled out, my muscle cunt clamped tight to keep his death juice deep inside. I greedily licked the remnants of cum and blood from his dick and shared the precious mixture with him in lots of deep kisses. I spent the night at his place, where we got high on beer, pot, piss and AIDS lust. He dumped three more loads in my hole and I gave him two more of my own seed to share with other pigs. I don’t know if he did: I heard from another bud that Alex died two weeks later. Fortunately, he still lives deep in my sick brain and in the toxic DNA that I continue to spread to other brothers who share my dark, twisted passion.

I was perusing through the Craigslist offerings when I came across one that was interesting. An Asian offering a free massage. I emailed some dick and body pics and asked if I could slip it in his hole as well. He responded that would be most welcome, if safe. I brought along lube and a special condom, just in case. The massage was nice and turned into me getting a blow job. Not wanting to cum in his mouth, I started playing with his thick dick and smooth hole. Eventually he got naked and as I ate his hole he bent over his massage table. After getting him sufficiently wet, I started entering him raw. When he got up to get poppers, I pulled out my lube and condom. He asked what I had and I showed him. When he came back with his poppers, I was stroking. We kissed, I got him turned around and on his haunches on the massage table. Thinking he knew I was condomless, I fucked and bred his very tight ass. He then noticed I didn't have on a condom and asked if I came in him. I said I had. He then wanted to know if I was clean. As I had showered, I answered affirmatively. Now I'm getting upset emails from him. Oh well. I got what I wanted: stealth breeding a safe sex bottom. Another notch!

Anyone else going to Gold at Club80 on August 13th? It's like Nud, only with heaps of piss play as well as the bareback breeding (seriously, I've never seen a condom used there :D). We could have our own breeding party, if everyone's interested, or we could just slut around. Entry is $38 for anyone interested. Make sure to mention that you're going to Gold (or 'downstairs') or they may think you are just going into the normal area, not the dungeon. August 13th @ 2PM @ Club80 (8-10 Peel St, Collingwood)

Wanting to organise my first gangbang in a few month in Sydney, if anyone can help me get it to happen I would be very grateful. im 23. Total btm, and love Daddies

That's been the case for a couple years now. On top of that – Raunchy Fuckers is about to get moved. All the commercial content will move to bbbh.com late summer / early fall but I've had a lawyer say the amateur stuff can't be moved, so that will stay up for a bit longer and then eventually go away. However, bbbh.men (once developed) will allow guys to upload their personal videos, and s3x.social (once developed) will allow guys to share videos they like (within legal limits).

Love when I am bred to the point my hole is so sloppy and filled with nut juice I can't stop it leaking out of me. Feeling my thighs slick with cum as I walk just makes me hornier and reinforces my slut hunger and advertises to top guys I am an easy piece of meat they can breed.

If you've been around here a long time you'll remember the "groups" feature that was here for a while a number of years back. That was buggy and not well supported, so it went away. Well, a new version of that is back… It's called "Clubs". Basically the idea is you can start a club that's a targeted group of people. Could be invite-only for you and your local fuck buds to plan sex parties, etc. Or it could be publicly visible and aimed at people into particular fetishes. All I ask is that you not duplicate communities of interest that already have defined areas on the site. So if you create a public group for people to discuss sex in NYC – that's redundant and will be deleted. But you create a private group for a group of NYC-based fuck buddies – that's fine. If you created a group for piss pigs – that will be deleted because it's redundant. If you create one for nudists who want to discuss nude beaches around the world – that's not already covered, so completely fine. Let me know what you think of it and if you have any problems. Honestly I don't know that much about how it works, but I'll try to help as I can.

It's a pity they have been closed. I hadn't joined any yet because the few that were there didn't interest me but I liked the idea. What if all clubs are set to private/by invitation only (need to contact the owner to join) from the start? That way content will not be visible publicly but only to members?

i always swallow unless the man wants to give me a facial. cum is good for my diet

Hungry for a protein lunch ... mouth watering for that fat piece of meat

have also been there a few times and had great fucks. one night, i was approached by two guys. I was standing publicly somehow in the middle of everything. one started kissing me while the other was fondling my ass and hole. the one in front of me had ripped jeans and his cock peeped out. he bend me over and pushed my head onto his cock to suck him while the other from behind shoved his dick into my hole and began fucking me hard. only after a few minutes he came. he gave me his nick gaydar nick and both left me where I was. I met the fucker again a few times and had similar hot fucks....

I've never been one for the fair or circus, but I could definitely go for this scene. Twisted, kinky, and so damn sexy

I can dominate, abuse and impregnate you rough and in submission to get impregnated boy!

PART EIGHT I spent the next couple of weeks taking cocks and loads from a couple of guys per day, so I was fast on my way to being a full-time whore. And I was also enjoying every minute of it. Who knew that life could feel so fulfilling being used like this? Most people hear about the rough lives of prostitutes but, if done right, it can be a dream come true. It certainly was mine. At the beginning of my third week as a paid whore, Drake came into the bedroom with a little extra swagger in his step, fanning his face with a post-it and grinning a big shit-eating grin that was so damn sexy. I knew that he had something to tell me, but I had to have him right now. Despite my whoring, he hadn’t wavered in his need to use me, too. I was concerned that he might think I was too slutty or used up to want to touch me or have anything to do with me, but Drake is one of the rare men who gets more into you the sluttier you get. Rather than give him time to say anything about the client I know he was just about to mention, I lay on my back and raised my legs up, bending my knees and pulling them up by my chest, giving him a clear view of my hungry hole. His cock immediately sprang to life and he tossed the post-it over his shoulder and dove face first onto the bed, landing mere inches from my hole. Seconds later his tongue was wetting me, and still seconds after that I felt him shifting and lining his big cock up with my hole. Drake fucked me just as passionately as ever, slamming me hard and deep, despite any discomfort that I might be experiencing. Truth be told, I no longer registered discomfort with him. This is my place, and I just welcomed any side-effect of him fucking me. Besides, my hole had been busted open properly by him long ago, so no matter how he fucked me, I only wanted more. I begging him to rape my ass and infect me again. He’d been getting into the idea of ‘re-infection’ lately, and was trying to find more toxic guys to add their strains to my ass. And hopefully to pass on to him. I would never fuck him, and he never wanted me to. But we had some other plans to get new strains into his bloodstream. In the mean time, he railed into me, making the headboard crash against the wall again and again, while I moaned like a whore and he grunted like the fuckstud he is, until finally I felt his dick begin to swell in my tunnel, knowing he was just about to flood me again. And I felt it as I always did with him, firing off rounds of viral cum into my hungry hole. "Take it, take that fucking poz cum!" he howled. And as soon as his cum shot out of his dick head, it triggered my own balls to erupt and I shot cum all up my stomach, chest and neck. Normally Drake would allow himself to just collapse on top of me while our breathing returned to normal, but this time, with my own mess on me, he stayed hovering over me, looking deep into my eyes. After a long moment, he leaned forward and began to lap up all of my cum. With his hard cock still buried deep inside of me, slowly oozing the last of his seed into me, he bent down and placed his lips to mine. As soon as our tongues sought each others, all of the cum flooded into my mouth, and we were passing it back and forth until we finally, eventually, swallowed it all. Never, ever, is a drop of cum wasted in our house. Cum goes in my ass and stays there until my walls absorb it all (and sometimes there is a helluva lot of cum!!) or it goes in our stomachs, mine more often than his. But the more our intimacy grows, the more he seems open to accepting my offering, too. Finally, breathing returning to normal, cocks less hard, we lay on our backs staring up at the ceiling. Panting. Smiling. “I fucking love you,” I told him, turning my head to study his profile. Drake rolled onto his side to look me straight in the eyes, reached up and cupped the back of my head with his big hand and pulled me closer to kiss me once again, and then said, “And I fucking love you. I never knew I’d feel like this, but you do it to me.” “You do everything to me. I never would have been able to be free like this if it wasn’t for you,” I told him honestly. And it’s true -he’d freed the whore in me that I struggled to suppress for my entire life. “Now, what is the job that you looked so happy about?” I asked him. “Oh, yeah!” he exclaimed, jumping off of the bed and retrieving the little paper. “This is a good one, babe. Full-blown AIDS fucker. Just found out his meds quit on him a while back and didn’t realize that he was going full-blow or that his viral load was sky-rocketing. He’s been holding off fucking anyone because he’s scared of what will happen. But said he figured that if he was paying someone, and our ad says any load taken, so he offered a couple of thousand for a couple of hours.” Drake was sitting next to me on the bed as he told me all of this, and I couldn’t help but notice that we were both rock hard again as he explained all of this to me. Clearly the thought of being fucked by this sick man was a huge turn-on for the both of us, and I couldn’t fight my animal urges. I rolled over, shoving Drake onto is back and I straddled him, immediately lowering my cummy hole onto his hard meat. I sat down in one movement, balls-deep, threw my head back and sighed loudly. “Yessss,” I hissed. “You’re so fuckin’ hot, babe. I love how hungry that hot ass is.” As I rode his cock, rising up and slamming myself down hard to probe as deep inside of me as possible, Drake shoved his hips up to meet me, making sure to penetrate me as far as his meat could manage. We kept this up for about 10 minutes until I heard his breathing change and knew that he was about to flood my guts again, so I rode him even harder. "Do it," I begged. "Give me that fuckin' charged sperm. Knock me up, baby!" I was grunting and he was groaning, and we blasted off together, this time my load spray-painting his furry chest and stomach, while he did the same to my insides. Going for a repeat of earlier, I leaned down and licked up my load and put my mouth to his until we’d devoured it all. His cock was still nearly hard inside of me, so I just sat upright and enjoyed the feeling of fullness. It was better than any meditation I’ve ever tried, I can tell you that. Just as I was coming out of my sex-stupor, Drake placed the little post-it in my hand and grinned. I looked at it and my stomach instantly did flips. Something of a mixture of fear and excitement raced through me. The name on the paper was one I knew -my boss from the job that I quit to become a whore! As I stared at the paper, almost hypnotized by it, I realized that Drake was once again thrusting up into me. I looked down past the paper in my hand and saw that I was rock hard -again! “You’re such a fucking slut,” Drake chuckled as he rammed up into me. “Your slut,” I told him, tossing the paper over my shoulder and putting all of me into another fuck.

Dad’s Basement Part Nineteen. The light slowly was filtered out by the trees and growth. It wasn’t as dark as the room we were, but it was dark. I could see men walking around a head in the woods, as well as them sucking and fucking. Was fucking hot. We moved deeper and deeper along the trail, until we came to a small clearing. I watched Dad approach a man, he was tall and skinny. Dad reached out and hooked his hand around the man’s head and guided his head until they were close enough to kiss. Without thinking my hand went to my cock and slowly started to stroke it. Dad and the skinny man, were locked in a deep kiss and I knew their tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. Their hands were exploring each other’s bodies and eventually were holding and stoking the other man’s hard cocks. “Knew I would find you out here Brent” Dad said, “you know I was looking for you” “Knew you would find me out here too,” Brent said, “Who’s the kid?” “Believe it or not, he’s my son, biological son.” “His ass game? Want us to poz him and bring him over to our team” “I took care of that myself, me and a hand full of guys from the basement, but he took my cock and strain first” “Damn, that’s fucking hot Drew, I want some of that cock and boy pussy” “I get you first, it’s been too long since you and I flipped fucked” “Let’s head to your cabin Drew, I want to pump my A.I.D.S load into your hole” “Went full blown huh?” “Yeah about a month ago, let’s get to your cabin and have a little fuck party with the boy” “Come on you two let’s go” Dad said, leading the way out of the woods. I didn’t even protest I just followed Dad and Brent. They were a head of me, talking away. I watched both their asses as they walked, keeping my cock hard. We passed all types of men, old, young, smooth hairy, and the list goes on and on. One thing they had in common was their cocks, all of them were hard. I saw men sucking and fucking all out in the open, not ashamed of the obscene act that they were performing. We arrived at the cabin and went in, Dad and Brent started kissing again. I stood back and watched. It was so hot seeing my Dad kiss another man, both of their cocks were hard. Even without getting an invite from either one, I dropped to my knees, taking Dad’s cock in my mouth and Brent’s cock in hand. I sucked Dad for a minute or so, then switched to Brent. I did this over and over as they kissed. They pulled me up and I joined their kiss. I felt their hands rub my back and make their way to my hole. They stuck their fingers into it, finger fucking my hole at different rhythms. I could hear the sloppiness of my cum filled hole. “Hot sloppy hole boy” Brent said. Dad pulled Brent to the bed with him, he laid back on the bed and lifted his legs in the air, exposing his hole. Brent rubbed his cock up and down Dad’s hairy hole, then pushed in deep. “I missed this hole Drew” Brent said “always the best I have had” I watched as Brent pulled out, then drove his cock deep in Dad’s hole. Brent’s balls were swinging with each pump in and out. “You just going to watch Son or join in?” Dad asked me. I jumped, breaking the hypnotic stare I had on Brent’s cock. I moved behind Brent and dropped down. I sat in between Brent’s legs with my back against the bed. I could see his cock sliding in Dad’s ass. I ran my tongue along the bottom of Brent’s cock, tasting my Dad’s ass juice and the cum that was coating Brent’s cock. I would hit Dad’s hole every now and then causing him to moan. I heard the cabin door open, but didn’t care who came in. “This a private party or can anyone join in” “The more the merrier” Dad said. The man moved behind Brent, lining his cock up with Brent’s hole. As Brent pulled out of my Dad’s ass, he slide back on the new cock. I moved a little and started to tongue the new cock and Brent’s hole. “That’s it boy, wet my cock” the man said. I watched him push into Brent, driving Brent’s cock deep into Dad. Cum squirted out of Brent’s ass as the man pulled out. I was lucky enough to have my mouth under his ass and have it land in my mouth. I crawled out from under the men, and moved one the bed. I sat on my Dad’s face. He instantly started to tongue my ass, as I bent forward and took his cock in my mouth. I heard the door open again and felt someone climb on the bed. I was too engrossed in Dad’s cock to see who it was. He moved until he was kneeling at the top of Dad’s head. “Fuck my son” Dad said The new man moved forward, pushing his cock against my hole. It easily slid into me. I just kept sucking Dad’s cock. I could feel Dad’s tongue licking my hole. The cock inside me felt so good and I knew Dad was enjoying Brent’s cock because he was leaking a massive amount of pre-cum. “Got an audience at the windows Drew” Brent said, still sliding his dick in Dad and his hole on the other cock. “Get them in here Brent” Dad said muffled under me. Brent motioned for the men to enter. I looked up to see about six more men enter the cabin and start sucking each other. It wasn't long until they were fucking as well. The man behind Brent pulled out and moved to where the man was fucking me. “Trade” he said. The cock pulled out of me and was replaced with the man’s cock. Brent was soon penetrated by the new cock and the fucking continued. My cock was leaking pre-cum all over Dad’s neck and furry chest. The room began to smell like sex as chorus of moans and groans filled the air. Men were switching partners over and over. I pulled off of the man up my hole and turned and sat on Dad’s cock. Brent’s cock was still pumping Dad’s hole, but his top had moved on. “That’s it son, sit on Daddy’s cock” “Is he really your son” someone asked “Fuck yeah, he’s on the cock that made him” Dad said, “and the cock that pozzed him” “Oh that’s fucking hot” I started to bounce on Dad’s cock as he ran his hands all over my body. I could feel Brent’s chest against my back, his sweat mixing with mine. He reached around and started to pinch and tug on my nipples. My cock bounced off Dad’s stomach. A man came and sat on Dad’s face, giving Dad the chance to eat out his hole. Brent leaned in close and whispered in my ear “Change places with me” I just grinned.

We took in some water set both bottles on the night stand. He kissed me again then said “I need to get inside you” “I want you inside me” I grabbed the poppers as I knew I would need them in order to accommodate his cock in my tight hole. I took one good hit of poppers while he stroked his cock. I breathed them out my head swimming. I took another hit and held them in my hand. Tom grabbed the lube off the night stand and squeezed some onto his cock. He took two fingers and touched my sensitive hole. He pushed one finger in and moaned to me “God your pussy is sweet” as he pushed his finger in and lubed me up. I was moaning “Take another hit” I opened up the bottle and took another hit. Tom pulled out his finger, and gently pushed me down on my back onto the bed. My legs automatically lifted up exposing my sweet pussy for his taking. Teasing me he rubbed the head of his cock up and down my crack. I was just wanting Tom to push into me. I reached down to pop his head in but he smacked my hand away. “What do you want?” “I want your cock, in my tight hole” “What if I don’t want to give it to you” he flashed a wicked grin. “Oh I know you want too” With that he pushed the head of his cock into me. It hurt for a moment, I took another hit of poppers, and it had been a year since a cock had been in my ass. Tom took his time entering me. After a few minutes I could feel his bush on my balls and he deeply kissed me. He was so deep I could feel him hitting my second sphincter. He pulled out and pushed back in, I could feel my ass getting wetter with each thrust. He pulled me up and I balanced on my arms, my legs on the bed and I started riding him like a bitch in heat. He met each one of my thrusts with a thrust of his cock. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him while I rode the wave upon wave of anal orgasm. We took a moment to catch our breaths. “Oh my god this is amazing” “Oh we are just beginning” he smiled “You may need some more poppers” I reached behind me and found them. I took another hit. So did he. He laid me back on my side, and started fucking me like a man possessed. Wave after wave of ecstasy charged through my body. I could feel another anal orgasm brewing in my ass. He could feel it too. A few quick jabs sent me over the edge. I could feel the wetness on his ball sack as he pushed into me as far as he could go. Tom pulled out and drug me to the edge of the bed. He went down and started to eat my wrecked hole. Inspecting the damage he had done. I took another hit of poppers. He stood up I was expecting him to plunge back into my hole. He grabbed the water and took a drink and I did the same. He threw me back on the bed and pushed his cock back into me. He just started pounding away. Our sweat soaked bodies slamming against each other me moaning him grunting. We continued this way loosing all track of time. I said "Tom I want you to breed me" "You know that I am Poz" "I Don't care" To be continued

Dad’s Basement Part Eighteen After Dad had showed me around the resort, I knew the first place I wanted to stop was the dark room. Anon sex really got me going. “Daddy will you take me into the dark room?” I asked “Please Daddy please. I will be a goooood boy” “Fuck, you keep take kind of talk up and I will fuck you right here” “Daddy, please take me to the dark room” I pleaded in a little boy voice. “Fuck, okay come on” We went back into the building, Dad leading the way. His furry as cheeks bouncing as he walked. I kept thinking about having my tongue deep in his hole eating the cum out of it the first night in the basement. I wanted to slide my cock inside and breed him. As we got to the door, I grabbed Dad’s arm, keeping him from entering. “Change your mind Son?” he asked “Nope, just want to ask when can I fuck your hole Daddy and breed you” “Not until you are a full member of the club boy” With that he entered the dark room, with me still holding on to his arm. Inside it was hot, very hot. I could hear fucking and sucking going on around me. The room smelled of cum, sweat and poppers. Hands reached out and touched me, pinching my nipples, grabbing my cock and balls, and rubbing my ass. I was so turned on, it was the fact that I didn't know who was touching me. I felt someone step up behind me, his cock poked at my ass cheeks, as he reached around and put a bottle under my nose. I inhaled deeply, feeling the rush instantly. He kept the bottle there and I kept inhaling. I let go of Dad’s arm and pushed back against the man’s cock. He took his bottle away and I felt this cock head invade my crack, searching for my hole. At the same time I could feel someone in front of me and I thought it was Dad. The man was slowly stroking me. I could feel his breathe close my lips. I put his free hand on my should, pulling me forward. I bent at my hips and pushed back my ass more against the cock behind me. Once fully bent, the cock in front of me found my lips and began to push in, I wrapped my lips around the hard cock and allowed it to slowly invade my mouth, pushing further in, until I was pressed against his smooth crotch. The man behind me, slowly slide his cock into my hole, pushing deeper and deeper. I was open still from the double fuck that I got. The brown bottle was placed under my nose again and I inhaled, sending another rush through my body, fogging my brain. The two men began fucking my holes, I moaned more and more, losing myself. I had forgotten about Dad, never wondering what he was doing or who. The cocks in me felt so good. I reached out into the darkness, just to feel anything. My hand made contact with a body. I began to explore it, rubbing my hand over the stomach, going lower until I made contact with the base of a hard thick cock. I could barely get my hand around it. My mind was loving the unknown. I pushed back on the cock in my hole, fucking myself on the hard toxic fuck stick. I wanted more cum in me. I was still sucking on the cock in front of me and stroking the cock in my hand. The man behind me started to speed up, slamming into me harder and harder as his cock thicken, I knew I was going to get a load soon and I was right, He slammed into me hard, shooting his toxic load into me. I gave him time to milk out his load, then pulled off. I want that beer can cock up my ass. With the cock still in my mouth I moved my ass towards the beer can cock. He took the bait and slide in my hole as soon as it was close enough. I could feel his cock stretching my hole open, and it felt fucking good. The man in my mouth pulled out and moved on. Hands were exploring my naked body. I was moaning loud as Mr. Beer Can fucked my ass. My cock jump with every push in of his cock. I was loving it. I was missing having a cock in my mouth, but soon an ass was back up to my face. It was a furry as, one that I knew. It was Dad. I spread open his cheeks and stuffed my tongue into his hole. I tasted the cum in there. I licked and sucked like I did in the basement, yet it didn’t give me the same amount of cum but I go some. He turned and kissed me on the lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth. “Once you get the load out of the cock in you, let’s head out to the trails” he whispered. “Okay Daddy” I replied. Mr. Beer Can was pumping away at my boy pussy, slamming his cock in more and more. I was loving the thickness of his fuck stick. He was growling and moaning as he fucked me. “Ready for my load buddy” he asked “Give it to me, please” I pleaded “Here it is” he shouted as he slammed his cock into me. His cum shot into me with great force that I could feel it hit the walls of my ass. It was a huge load. I squeezed my hole muscles the best I could as I pulled off of him. “thanks” I said, as Dad pulled me out of the dark room. We stopped out side the door to allow our eyes to adjust to the light. Dad pulled me into him and hugged me. “Drew, I didn’t know you were coming this week” a voice from behind me said. I didn’t see this man exit the dark room, but I recognized him immediately when I saw his cock, it was Mr. Beer Can. Even soft that fucking cock was thick. DAMN! “Max, you fucking pig, good to see you” Dad said. “Who’s this fine boy with you” Max asked. “My son, all grown up and pozzed up” “I think I just added my strain to his hole.” Max said to which I nodded, “and a fucking hot hole it is boy” “Thank you Sir. I hope your get more loads in me before we leave” I said “You can count on that boy” “We are heading out to the trails,” Dad said “Have fun” Max replied We moved down the hall passed the bathroom to the door and out, The air felt cool compared to the hot dark room. We moved across the small yard to a very worn trail leading off into the woods. Dad’s cock was pointing the way and I was following that furry ass I wanted in so bad.

Cool London7. Maybe we can finish the nights by breeding each others cum filled holes

Poz on meds for 9 months and still taking anon loads in the bathhouse

Dad’s Basement Part Fourteen I woke up with my head pounding and my throat sore. My sheets were wet and my muscles were a little achy. I headed to Dad’s bathroom to see Dad before he got dressed. I knew he would be in the shower, I woke up early enough. I stood in the doorway and watched the water run down his back and ass. He was happily whistling. “Good morning Daddy” I said. He turned and smiled. “Good Morning to you Son. Slept good” “Slept great” I continued to watch him later up his chest and stomach. It was so erotic to see my hot muscled Daddy cleaning his fur. His cock and balls jumped as he moved. The water and soap flowers down his torso and streamed off the head of his cock between his legs. It looked as if he was pissing. “Who’s Dax” I asked just out of the blue. “Dax? How did you know about him?” he replied. “Oh I guess I heard someone in the basement say that name” thinking quickly so he would not know I knew of the conversation with his buds. “When the time is right Son, you will learn all about Dax” he said, “How are you feeling, Son, you look a little green around the gills” “Not so hot Daddy, I ache, throat hurts, get hot flashes and have the worst headache” “You might have the fuck flu Son, but have never known it to his so fast, usually hits in a week or two.” “Fuck flu? Y'all have talked about it but never explained it” Dad shut off the water and began to towel off, making his cock and balls bounce more and more. I was enjoying the show he was giving me even thought he didn’t know it was a show. “Baby boy, the HIV is taking over, the fuck flu is your body’s response to the losing battle. I just don’t know how it happened so fast” “It might be Garrett” “Garrett” “He fucked me one the night after the basement. He came through my window.” “I don’t see how that could speed up your conversion” “Daddy, he told me he was full blown” “A.I.D.S” he said, “Well that little fucker” “Don’t be mad Daddy” “I’m not, just wish he would have shared the new with everyone” “Now take that sexy ass back to bed and stay there, I need to make some arrangements for your care, since I have to be at work all day. Meetings I can’t get out of, but I will call and check in” I did as he said. I was under the covers shivering when he came in. i was disappointed that he was fully dressed and I could not see his fur, his ass, his cock and balls. “I’m leaving the door unlocked, Doc is sending over a nurse to take care of you, Doc is going to come and examine you around lunch time. You do as they as.” he said, “you are not too old to go over my knee” “Yes Daddy” I watched him leave and soon fell back asleep. When I work up later there by my bed sat a male nurse. He was Latino, dark hair and goatee, well defined body under his red scrubs. “Hola, I am Jose. Doc sent me over to look after you” he said, “How are you feeling?” “Thirsty Jose!” I watched him get up, his ass was nice and round and giggled some when we walked. He left my room and returned with a glass of ice water. I could not focus on anything but his crotch. I could see his cock running down his right leg. It looked thick. He helped me sit up and held the glass to my lips for me to drink. It felt good, but hurt like hell going down my raw throat. When I had enough I fell back against my pillow just staring at Jose. “Doc is running behind today, so he won’t be here until about 2” he said I nodded my understanding. He got up and left my room without another word. He returned with a big bowl filled with cool water and a cloth. I slowly pulled back the covers, exposing my naked body, I shivered more. Wetting the towel in the water and wringing it out, he stood next to my bed. He lifted my arm and held it in place. He slowly moved the towel up and down the skin of my arm. I only closed my eye for a second and when I opened them, my hand near his crotch. He moved forward a little and my hand would put pressure against the tube of meat running down his leg. He lowered my arm, rewet the cloth, and moved to the other side of my bed. He repeated the same motions with that arm. Once again there were moments when his dick and my hand would meet. He moved back to the bowl, rewetting the cloth and started wiping my chest. My eyes watched his crotch, his cock would twitch with his movements. It was slowly moving further down his thigh inside his scrub pants. This time when he rewetted the cloth, water splashed and made a big wet spot on the crotch of his pants. He just smiled and moved to wipe my stomach. The fabric stuck to his cock, making it more pronounced. I couldn’t help but stare. He caught me staring more than once. When he went to rewet his cloth, he dropped it in the water and left it there. He turned to me, pulled the knot on this pants and and let them drop. HIs cock swung free of his thigh and hung low, twitching, slowly moving the foreskin back from the head. He stepped out, turned and got the clothe. He started wiping at my legs, His ass was now in my view as well. It was covered with black hair, that grew thicker as it got to his crack. Staring at his cock and ass was having an effect on my cock, it was slowly expanding inching up my stomach. Jose slowly bent over, lifting my cock with his hand and engulfing it in his mouth. I tilted my head back, as his mouth lowered on my cock, taking it deep into his throat. His hand slide between my thighs and spread the open. HIs fingers explored my balls, then dropped lower. HIs uncut meat was growing and was soon visible from between his thighs. “We have to feed the virus amigo” He stood up, pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was defined and had a little bit of black fur between the pecs. Around his belly button was more fur. He climbed on my bed and knelt between my legs, lifting them slowly to his shoulders. He crawled closer, pulled back his foreskin and pushed his cock into my hole. I moaned loudly, as he drove deeper and deeper into my hole, until his black fur covered sac was against my hole. “My injection is just the first today, high count, very potent.” he said, “may inject you twice before the Doc comes” I felt his skin moved against my hole as his cock slide out. He didn't wait to push back in, balls deep. His fingers roamed my chest, gently crossing my nipples, flicking them lightly as he moved his cock in and out. His cock picked up speed pumping in and out of my hole, as he pinched my nipple harder and harder. My cock was leaking with every thrust. I went to grab it to jack as he fucked my hole and pinched my nipples but he pushed my hand away. “No jack, no cock” he said. He pushed against me, lifting my ass off the mattress, folding me in half. My cock hung over my face, dripping pre-cum onto my chin. I could see his brown cock sliding in and out of my hole, It was slick with ass juice. “Pre-cum just as potent” His balls were slapping my ass over and over and he picked up speed. My muscles ached more and more as he pounded me. I was sweating so much that it was running down my back, it was cold which sent more shivers through my body. My head was pounding to the rhythm of his fucking, My mouth and throat was dry. He looked me in my eyes and the spit in my face. It took me by surprise, I licked my lips trying to taste Jose’s spit. I wanted every bit of juice from him I could. He pulled his cock out of my hole, placed his face really close, pushing my ass forward this this hands. He lined up his mouth to my hole, just inches away and spit. I could feel the spit hit my hole, over and over. He spit on my hole at least three times. Quickly he moved, lined up his cock with my spit covered hole and drove it in deep. I moaned loudly. “Ooooh you like that?” Jose asked. He pulled out and drove in deep again, repeating this over and over. Getting punched fucked by his uncut cock was amazing. His balls slapped at my ass and back. I grabbed my legs to hold them forward, keeping my ass in the air. I wanted to stay in this position, but Jose had other ideas. He pulled his cock out of my ass, slapped it hard and moved off the bed. He pushed my legs down then ordered: “Get on your stomach!” I complied. He climbed on my back, using his legs he parted my own, allowing him access to my hole. His cock was so hard that he just pushed and it hit home. Sliding into my waiting hole. He dropped his body weight on me, slid his arm around my neck putting me into a choke hold. I could feel his hips grinding into, pushing his cock deeper and deeper. His hot breathe was on the side of my face. He pulled back his cock by lifting his ass in the air. I would have given anything to be able to see his ass going up and down as he drove his dick into me. His crotch slapped against my ass. With each slapped of my ass and the driving of his dick deep into my hole, his choke hold got a little tighter. His breathe was hot in my ear. I could tell he was going close as his breathe was getting shallow. The up and down movement of his ass moving his cock in and out of my ass was getting faster and faster. His poz load was edging closer and closer to spitting out of this foreskin cover cock. He pushed his dick deep inside of me, pressing his crotch to my ass. “Injecting my poison” he whispered. I couldn’t feel his cum shooting and figured he was oozing his thick cream in. He kept pushing in, even thought his cock couldn’t get any deeper. I think it was to pull the foreskin back exposing his head and piss slit in my ass. “That should help keep you conversion going” Doc said from the doorway, slowly stroking his massive cock, that was sticking out of his open fly, with his balls hanging low in front of his pants. “Good job Jose” Jose pulled out of me, jumped around and kneeled at my head. He lifted his slowly softening cock to my lips, pulling back the foreskin. I instantly stuck my tongue out and licked around his exposed cock head. I slipped my tongue inside his foreskin, digging for any cum that could be hiding there. He pushed his soft cock into my mouth until I was sniffing his crotch hair. “Only gave one injection, Doc” “It’s okay Jose, please head back to the clinic. We can have our patient here come in for a check up and you can inject him again” Doc said. “Si” With that Jose got dressed and left. Leaving naked, soaking wet from sweat, shivering from the cold, aching on my bed with my ass up in the air. “Do I get an injection from you Doc?”

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I got my last 4loads from my FB Ton. He's a fit mid30s black guy with 9 inches. we fucked from 9 Saturday night unti 9 Sunday morning. Every position imaginable. missionary, doggy, spoon, cowboy, and even standing on my head. He came in my as four time and gave me a piss facial. we set up two webcams, used phones for close-up, and videotaped the whole thing. I've got nine hours of footage to edit. when I get it ready, I hope rawtop will let me put it on raunchy fuckers.

Had my first night in Paris of what I'm calling my tour to be a whore. First stop was Mec Zone, advertised as a small local bar with a dark room in the basement. Not much of a crowd but as long as they were willing to fuck my ass I didn't care who it was. Ordered a beer and then went down in the dark room where one guy who'd been checking me out followed me down the stairs. I immediately pulled down my shorts to show the leather jockstrap that I was wearing and to show that I was available. He came over he felt up my ass, stick his finger in my hole, and then ate me out but it didn't progress beyond that. That seem to be the general theme so after about an hour I decided to move on. Mensch.... immediately upon entering this bar I knew things would be much better… The bartender who was hot and naked with a great Prince Albert informed me that some Americans get nervous when they come here because of the naked policy. I told him I had no problem with that and that I came here to participate so I quickly stripped down to my jockstrap. Got my beer and then headed downstairs to the darkroom and play space area. More of a crowd and this crowd was ready to play. The theme was leather night but most people were pretty naked. While walking around I could feel the eyes on me and I knew things were going to happen. An older gentleman with an average dick size was following me so I leaned over a fuck bench and stuck up my ass in his direction. I've learned the value of that first fuck as it encourages others to follow. Which is what happened that night he entered started going at it and within five minutes shot his load in me pushing it in as far as he could. In rapid succession, five more tops followed with several more loads. I had no idea who was fucking me which I always find exhilarating. I love just being used like that. After that nice little train… I spent the remainder of the evening walking around and having repeats as the crowd did not get really any bigger. Had some time in a sling with a nice couple from Paris. Altogether a great time! The bar closed and being the horny asshole that I am… I wanted more dick up my ass. I get to the point where I feel insatiable...just want more and more. Headed to Krash bar because they stayed open until five and have a dark room. Same procedure… Got the beer and immediately headed downstairs. Mostly drunk and horny guys at this point wanting to fuck but unfortunately too drunk to get hard. Had a couple of good pounding sessions from two African guys Who got me in a booth and had their way with me. They took turns using both of my holes… I'll be sucking one off and the other one would be pounding my hole. One of the Africans had a nice 10 inch dick that I could fit in my hole but not in my mouth. He was merciless in his pounding. They both got off degrading me…slapping my head, shoving on my back to arch further, and showing no regard for my hole except what pleased them. Staggered out into the dawn with cum dripping down my leg and walked back to my hotel. this is my first load post… Let me know if it's too long, what you think, or if you'd like me to continue writing about my trip...thank you.

I'm learning to be a Cumdump...I started bottoming again about a year ago and when I first started going to the sex parties I didn't always allow everyone to top me. I only chose the "good looking guys". I was afraid of what others would think if I had any dick up my hole. But in the dark rooms, I was less selective and started to allow other types of tops to fuck me. I even started to position myself on the fuck bench ready to be fucked and loaded. What I learned is that many of these "less desirable " men fuck better than many of the good looking guys. They knew how to use their cock and use it well. So over the past couple weeks I decided to let myself be free. Last time I went to 442 in San Francisco, I told myself I'd take any and every dick. I loved it and I got about eight loads from the 15 men that fucked me that night. I think tops know when a bottom is ready and willing to be open and used by them and it turns them on. My hole was sloppy and gaping by the end. And what I loved about it is that each and every cock in my hole feels different and uses me in a unique way. That thrills and excites me and now I see every man as a potential fuck. Taking my lesson to Europe where I intend to let any and every man that wants to enter my hole. I'll keep you posted on my bareback stories.

When I top, I totally ignore the bottoms cock and slap his hand away if he tries to touch it. He should be focused on my cock. I take it as a sign of submission when the bottoms cock is soft while I'm using his hole. And I frankly don't care what he does after I deposit my seed in him. Similarly, when I'm getting fucked - I NEVER touch my cock out of respect for the fucker using me. Further, I find it distracting when the fucker wants to stroke me while he is doing me

While he is fucking me. I love it when a top makes me cum without me touching my dick. Just him fucking and hitting my prostate the right way. I get hard most of the times I'm getting fucked. I usually start dribbling pre-cum first and then orgasm and shoot my load. Not every top can do this to me. But when they do it's heaven. If this happens I can cum more times too if he keeps going long enough. It doesn't happen often though. Some tops love it and are turned on by the fact they can make me cum with their dick and fuck technique. Some don't like it when it happens.

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Part 5 Steve had sent the following text to Billy: “The boy just told me he’s horny and wants to come over. I told him you and I were both going to fuck him tonight. See you in a few. Oh, and you’re welcome.” Billy grinned upon receipt. Dinner plans with his fuckbud Steve had apparently evolved. A little while later, Billy let himself into Steve’s apartment. Walking back into the den, he encountered Luke on his knees, his head bobbing back and forth on Steve’s long, thick dick. Steve saw Billy and grinned. Luke then noticed the stranger out of the corner of his eye, removed himself from Steve’s throbbing dick, and quickly made it to his feet. “Luke, this is Billy. Billy, Luke,” Steve announced. Feeling self-conscious, Luke extended his hand and avoided eye contact with Billy. “Nice to meet you, Luke.” Billy grabbed Luke’s hand, and then put his other hand on Luke’s shoulder, “Relax, buddy, I don’t bite.” Luke eased up a bit and smiled as Billy added “Looks like I’m a little late to the party,” sizing-up Steve's erect dick which protruded from his jeans, awaiting someone - anyone to resume ministrations. Billy leaned in, kissed Steve, and stroking Steve’s dick as part of his greeting. Luke took the opportunity to assess Billy. Probably in his mid-thirties, Billy was about 6’2, 175 pounds. Skinnier than he or Steve, Billy had a boy-ish look, with a mop of shaggy brown hair and a scruffy, handsome face. He had sleeves of tattoos on both arms and an earing in his right ear. Luke found that he had sex appeal, but different from that of Steve: Billy seemed mischievous and fun, another man unlike any Luke had been with before. “Luke here was just worshipping my POZ dick. He’s taken my loads all weekend. My poison is brewing inside him. He’s becoming my toxic slut.” Steve broke the kiss to say. “Hot,” Billy remarked as he removed his shirt, revealing a torso full of tattoos, including a scorpion to the left of his belly button, similar to the one he did for Steve the day before, and a biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. “Billy’s been taking my loads for years. He is your destiny, Luke. Forget the bullshit life you’ve lead before now 'cause now you’re a fucking slut. My slut. Our slut. Your hole and your dick are fucking poison to everyone but us.” The words were sinking into Luke’s brain as Billy sank to his knees, pulled down Luke’s shorts, and began sucking Luke’s increasingly hard cock. Luke and Steve began to kiss. Once Luke’s dick was hard, Billy alternated between Steve’s and Luke’s cock, licking, sucking, jacking, tonguing them both while the two men kissed above. Steve was precumming a lot when he pulled Billy back up to his feet and ordered “Bedroom.” Each man pulled off his clothing as they stumbled down the hallway, Steve pulling-up the rear to herd his flock. Steve pushed Luke onto all fours, spit on his hole, and lined his prick up with it. Luke braced himself as he felt the pressure of Steve’s massive dick head against his hole. Steve pressed, and Luke’s back arched in response to the pain. Positioning himself in front of Luke, Billy presented Luke with his dick to be pleasured orally. Luke assessed this asset for the first time. Billy’s dick was uncut, about nine inches long, somewhat thick, and curved to the right. His body was clean-shaven. Right above his shaft appeared a tattoo of the letters 'HIV' in red outlined in black. As Billy guided his dick towards Luke’s beautiful lips, Luke had another moment of self-realization. His ass was on fire with Steve’s bare, POZ dick inching itself deeper into his guts, and he was literally about to be face to face with three letters he’d always feared. He thought about his friend’s words of caution during their run earlier, and all of the caution, fear, planning, and pretenses that had guided him through life so far. But he realized there was no turning back now: Steve was right, he was now a fucking slut. He was, in fact, Steve’s fucking slut, so Luke was more than ready to open mouth wide as possible, determined to give Billy’s cock what it deserved. Even so, Luke found Billy’s dick to be fun to suck. With ample foreskin and and interesting bend, Luke's tongue had plenty to explore, even if Luke somehow didn’t quite decipher the tiny blisters Billy was sporting at the time, (more toxicity to the brew inside Luke's body). Luke deep throated him as best he could, licked his balls, stuck his tongue in the slit to extract as much precum as possible. Occasionally Billy pulled his dick away from Luke’s mouth and would slap him in the face with it, grunting endearments like “Swallow my whole cock, you faggot,” or “Yeah, suck on my diseased dick you slut.” Luke's dick responded to each utterance with a twitch of excitement. Occasionally Luke would cry out in pain from Steve’s huge, just-spit-and-precum-lubed cock. Steve wasn’t being gentle in pounding Luke’s hole, which was, in fact, all but wrecked. So after about ten minutes during which Steve and Billy skewered Luke from both ends, Steve made the announcement for which Luke had been looking "I'm close, buddy!" Luke responded by pulsing his ass muscles and pressing back on Steve’s dick as Billy held his dick deep in Luke’s throat and ground his crotch against the boy’s face as Steve muttered "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," pushing deep into Luke’s ass, and then adding with a shout “I’m cumming, I’m blowing my load in you, slut!" A toxic wave of cum crashed in Luke’s ass, which again unhesitatingly accepted Steve's poison, which flowed from Steve’s massive dick in several pulsating volleys of jizz into Luke’s ass. Luke’s sex chute was lubed up with Steve’s cum. With Billy’s cock deep in his throat, Luke looked upward. The letters HIV immediately in his gaze, then a scorpion, then an array of tattoos before his eyes met Billy’s. “Now it’s my turn,” Billy announced with a grin.

When I lived in SF I knew a black kid who was a slammer. If I held his nuts in the palm of my hand the head of his erect dick snuggled in the crook of my elbow. It was a little over 11" (he let me measure it) and between Red Bull and Coke cans as far as thickness. He like mature white guys so he liked me; he also told me that everyone else treated him like a living dildo and I was one of the few people that treated him decently. He also told me I was one of the few people who could take all of it:) He would get as hard as steel and could fuck for hours, usually cum 2-3 times, big gushers. As I was packing to leave in my last few days there he brought over a buddy who was only a little bit smaller than he was. They slammed me BIG time, I mean ***BIG*** TIME***, then they fucked me constantly from 7pm that night to around 9am next morning. They each came 4-5 times, all huge gushers; the spurts were so strong I could feel them and count them. Around 1-12am I had to pee, and after I was done, when I turned around there was a lake of cum on the bathroom floor that was around 13" in diameter. I pushed out on my hole and another thick stream came out and the lake widened another 2 inches, and I could feel there was a lot me in there but I wanted to keep it in me. The 2 guys were nice middle class guys who were educated and employed with very little ghetto in them, but that night they both talked like low life ghetto thugs, a constant stream of THE filthiest and hottest sex talk I ever heard "Yeah, whi boy puzzy like dat nigga dick? Yeah crackah, open dat puzzy, take dayt dick bithch. We gon' fuk yew till you can't take no mo, but we aint gonna stop till WE ready, got dat , bitch?" And I would back up all the way to the base, squeeze it tight and say "Yeah nigga, fuckin' good dick, yeah nigga, ride that hole, daddy, Oh yeah, fuck me nigga FUCK ME". They loved it! I was so sore the next day, surprisingly not my hole, but my legs; and the rest of the very large cum load leaked out all day. Absolutely THE peak sex experience of my life