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Keep the comments coming, love hearing your feedback and thoughts: Part: 8 He turned me around and just slammed his cock into me. By now I was gapping open and had so much cum in me that it easily went in with no resistance. Despite all the dicks I had taken this was still the biggest and it fucking made me feel full. I loved it. “I’m gonna fuck all those loads into you bitch. Make sure it takes. You popper slut. Your life will change tonight forever. You are going to take my poz load. I’m gonna fuck death into you.” Wait what? Poz?! Is that what I heard, and then it hit me, all the comments they had been making that I thought was just fun talk was real. Their dirty cum, charged load, gifts! I tried to pull off his dick. “No way man, I don’t want to be poz, that’s not what I signed up for.” Wham, I felt a hit on the back of my head, I didn’t pass out but totally dazed me: “shut up cunt, you have been taking poz dick all night and you liked it. I saw that cum dump glaze in your eyes every time they charged ur pussy up. Look around, all these men are your gift givers.” The lights went up, as my eyes adjusted to the light I could see around the room. There were like 15 guys there. Old, young, fat, skinny…it was a fucking mix of guys, even two homeless guys that I had seen outside the building when I first got here. They asked me for change! I was on all 4s, frozen, my life sort of flashed before my eyes. My wife, my son. I was poz? What? Wait! I was so confused on what was going on. before I could process anything I felt the big black cock just slam into me. I lurched forward, grunted. A bottle of poppers was shoved under my nose. I automatically took a hit. And then it hit me, well. there is no turning back. I have so much poz cum up my wrecked hole that there is no point turning back now. That’s when I realized my cock was rock hard. This shit turned me on. “Poz my pussy sir. I beg you” “that’s my cunt, I knew you loved it. You really are a true cum dump.” And with that he pulled his cock out to the tip and slammed it back in. He wrecked my hole for what seemed forever. He was much thicker than all the other guys. Someone kept offering me poppers and I kept taking them. I was flying high. My dick was rock hard thinking of all that poz cum in my ass working its way into my system. “I’m gonna bust bitch, take my demon seed. I’m gonna knock up that gaping hole. Fill you with my poz seed.” “yes sir, please, breed my pussy. I was made to take all loads. I was made to serve men. Poz my slutty ass.” I felt his cock expand in my ass, stretch my hole even more, and he shot rope after rope of cum up my ass. I clenched my ass, milking that poison dick, milking every drop of poz cum with my ass. “fuck yeah slut, you did well…ready for some more poz cum?” “fuck yes sir. I want all the poz cum I can get.” And with that one of the homeless guy slipped back into my gaping ass. I spent the rest of the night being fucked over and over by the guys. I don’t know how many loads I took. All I know is that when I got home late that night I passed out in a heartbeat. I didn’t even change, I was so tired, my legs hurt. I woke up the next morning, still in the jock, a wet spot under my ass from all the poz cum I had taken the night before. The wife was coming home later that day. Not sure how I was going to deal with any of this, but for now I realized I was rock hard. I jerked off while I fingered my hole and shot the biggest load ever thinking of all that poz cum still in me.

Epilogue - A Ring of Fire: A black hand snatched the wad of cash - my tips from the Speed Breeding and anonymous dick/cum I had taken - then he took the keys to my apartment Garrett was holding, and as Garrett stepped back, smiling like the twisted fucker he was, the black bouncer/guard I had teased earlier filled the doorway and said, “HIS PARTY IS OVER. MINE IS JUST BEGINNING. YOU READY FOR SOME BBC SLOW, DEEP, ROUGH BREEDING? NONE OF THIS SPEEDY SHIT - I PLAN TO TAKE MY TIME OPENING THAT ASS PUSSY UP AND FILLING YOU WITH NICCA NUTT” Before I replied I gave him and up/down once over look and my ass shivered in anticipation. He was tall, stocky, with a full beard and a GIGANTIC steel pipe snaking down the right leg of his jeans that even soft was fucking impressive. Garrett patted me on the shoulder and laughed, “I’ll see you at home - good job tonight.” My black escort called out behind him, “Don’t wait up.” I smiled at his boldness, bent over to pick up my shorts, shirt, and full bottle of cocaine Garrett had left for me and yelped as two, calloused fingers started violating my hole as his other hand pressed down on my back. “How many loads you take in that ass tonight,” he asked? I ignored the question as I snorted some powder, wiped my nose, and started to push back, riding those digits. He chuckled, “Fucking bitch - you’re in heat huh? Like I told you, YOU TEASING THE WRONG MAN.” He growled, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - and IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL. I AIN’T PLAYIN. I TAKE WHAT’S MINE. Now that pussy ass is mine. You ain’t ready yet and frankly never will be until I get done fucking is the first time.” All that talk just made me want it and want it now and I started moaning and riding his fingers harder even as he tried adding a third and turning his hand from vertical to horizontal to cut me up and stretch me out. The sharp pain was joyous and I pushed back on it. He started slicing and dicing my wet hole as he continued, “I’M TELLING YOU NOW. YOU AIN’T READY, BUT I’LL GET YOU CLOSER AND AFTER YOU’VE SHOWN ME YOU CAN BE A REAL WHORE AND SLUT FOR GOOD BLACK DICK - NOT THESE PANTY ASS WHITE DING A LINGS THAT SNUCK THROUGH HERE TONIGHT - BUT REAL NICCA DICK - WHEN I THINK THAT PUSSY IS SET, YOU WILL CRY, SCREAM, TRY TO RUN AND I WON’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT CAUSE LIKE I SAID, THAT PUSSY ASS IS MINE NOW. SO QUIT DICKIN AROUND, GATHER YOUR SHIT AND COME ON.” Damn it! What do you call it when a bottom is left hanging like that? Tops get blue balls but what do bottoms get? Blue asshole? I followed him out of the warehouse and had to hustle to keep up. He quickly crossed the street and entered a short alley that cut the block in half and ran between a little neighborhood grocery store and an old bar that only seemed to be open for the daytime drunks. He stopped, turned fast for such a big guy, put his hand around my throat and shoved me against the brick wall, “Hold my fucking lighter for me, then once I start hitting my pipe I want you to get on your hands and knees and lick my boots.” I paused, “What if someone comes by?” I garbled. He just shook his head, “Like I give a shit. They can either watch the show or join in.” Then, with only the glow from his lighter as I tried to hold it steady, he reached down, rolled up cuff of his jeans and extracted a silver case from the top of his Timberlands. I watched as he deftly removed a glass pipe that had a stem about 3 inches long with a gum drop sized bowl on the end. He then stuffed a wadded up piece of Chore Boy metal cleaning pad that he had pre-balled and burned a bit to get the orange coloring off into the bowl. Next he tapped a big yellowish rock out of a little baggy, set it on top of the metal wadding, latched the case close and slid it back into his boot top. He took the lighter, kicked me, “Get on your fucking knees - wait - take them shorts off so I see that ass - there you go - now get on your knees and clean them boots.” I started slurping on his Timberlands as the BBC flicked his lighter, got the rock melting, then inhaled. I reached up to stroke that long dick I was so eager to taste and feel and got knocked up side the head as he coughed out a toxic cloud, “FUCK THAT SHIT OFF. KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS TO YOURSELF AND THAT TONGUE ON MY BOOTS. YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO SERVE A REAL MAN - THAT STARTS BY OBEYING AND KEEPS GOING BY YOU ATTENDING TO MY NEEDS. RIGHT NOW - MY NEED IS YOU TO BATHE MY TIMBS WITH THAT TONGUE. LATER - MY NEED WILL BE TO BREED YOU SO DEEP YOU’LL GET FLUID IN YOUR LUNGS - NUTT PNEUMONIA.” Having finished up the rock, he reached down with his calloused hands, patted me on the head, took his metal case back out of his boot, set the pipe back inside, tucked it back in and said, “Get up. Get your shorts on. Come on.” About a block away as we headed east we paused at the corner. We stood by the vacant building for about 5 minutes - him tweaking and me snorting coke from my bottle. A few cars were on 14th Street, but it was not until one slowed, then circled round the block and came down the side street that he moved. He eased out to the edge of the sidewalk, the car stopped, window rolled down, the black guy inside leaned over and he and my bouncer escort exchanged words. The car then backed up away from the lit corner and turned it’s lights off. I followed along and the driver got out, walked to the passenger side, and leaned against the door as we approached. My BBC bouncer pulled the wad of my cash tips from his pocket, peeled off a $10, handed it to the guy, who smiled, unbuckled his pants, and dropped them to the pavement. “Suck his dick,” I was ordered. I looked from one guy to the other and while I wanted to get fucked, got on my knees, grabbed the guy’s hips and started slurping. I didn’t care if someone might walk by - which given the location and time of night was unlikely and the fact that my BBC bouncer was standing behind me watching. “SUCK THAT DICK YOU WHORE - SUCK IT!” the car’s driver said as he started pumping my throat. I did for a bit, but my B.I.C. (Bottom In Charge) role took over and I pulled back, looked up, and breathlessly asked, “Want to fuck me?” That got me a hard boot to the back as a silent ‘shut up’ from my BBC guide, and as the driver did not respond I shrugged, and focused on working my mouth hole instead. The driver’s hands grabbed the back of my head and he started thrusting, pumping, and filled my mouth with a pint of man cum. Satisfied I had sucked him dry he let go of my head, I leaned back, he zipped up, walked around the front of the car, got in, and drove off. I got off the sidewalk and the BBC bouncer said, “You still need to learn. A man’s needs is not always about getting pussy - well it is - but sometimes a nicca just wants a quick blow job or BJ. You need to learn about the niccas here. Take the dick however they offer it. If they are in their car, they are usually just looking for a quick blow job before heading home. If you need more, you need to offer a little something - a little cash but also offering to take it unwrapped is good - they like whore pussy they can pop and drop a nutt in. Now, you’re gonna have to do better if you want me to fuck that ass.” Damn! I had to hustle again to catch up as he headed back to the corner at 14th. “Hey, I never got your name,” I said as I got up to him. He paused, looked at me and said, “No, you didn’t.” Fuck that was hot! Here I was following some anonymous BBC, taking anonymous loads on the street because he said so, all because I was a dick hungry cock hound. I was busy snorting from my bottle when he did a quick step across the street ahead of an oncoming car. I had to wait for the car to pass then practically run to catch up. We turned east on P Street and a block up, crossed over to Logan Circle Park. Tall, wiry bushes had turned what was once a broad walkway into the small park into nothing more than a slim, game trail. Another example of DC’s failed government back at the time. Shadows moved off to the sides - sounds of sex could be heard, voices low, bodies smacking together, and as we got to the middle of the park I could see a small group of men standing under the statute of Commander John Logan astride his horse, looking forlornly over the rundown park. “Stay here,” my BBC guide said. Bits of light randomly shone from the streetlamps that circled the park. Any lamps within the park were long broken, but there was enough light to make out the basics. It was also starting to approach morning, yet a dark and overcast one. Fitting for the dark places I was being taken in DC’s underbelly. I looked down at the remnants of an old park bench, which now was nothing more than a metal leg/end piece bolted to cracked concrete and a few bits of rotten wood. I took my bottle out, snorted some coke, and watched as my guide eased up to the group, shook some hands, then turned his back to me as he did his business. Was he finding me more dick? “Are they going to fuck me?” I asked as he came back to where I was standing. He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back down the path a couple of steps and quietly said, “No. Something else to learn if you are going to chase street dick is that it’s almost always best to catch guys who are alone. Sitting alone, walking alone, driving alone. Those dudes up there? They’re here for business - slinging dope, rock, needles, whatever. Now, they don’t bother folks who come here to fuck around they just don’t want to be bothered and if you had gone up to ask them if they wanted to fuck you’d get beat down. True - I know some of those niccas would roll up in that ass another place - another time - but this is their business time.” I looked crestfallen and swayed a bit as I snorted some more coke. “Easy there pussy boy,” my BBC bouncer said as he steadied me. “I want you fucked up, not dropped out, cause I’ll leave your ass where it falls. Don’t worry. I came here to get as much rock as they could offer with that nice wad of cash of yours. When I fuck you, I want to be lit as that makes me horny as shit and I want you lit too. You’ll see - the pipe will make you climb my dick like a pro – at least for the second round. You’ll be lucky to stay conscious for the first one. I also got someone here for you to see to see how good of a whore you are and then - then if you do my man right, we’ll see about what comes next.” Well that perked me right up and in my excitement I ran right into the back of my BBC guide who had stopped in the middle of the trail, seemed to orient himself, then pushed through a small gap in the bushes on the left side of the path. Lucky for me he was tall and created a darker shadow to follow. He only went about 5-feet before he stopped, and asked, “How’s it going Russell?” I stepped up beside my guide into a small space that had been beat out in the middle of a bunch of the tall bushes. There was a black guy who was clearly homeless sitting on the ground, smoking a hand rolled cigarette, his face highlighted by the cast from a little fire burning in coffee can. My BBC guide pulled out my stack of tips that he had left, peeled off a $5, tossed it on the ground and said, “I brought you some white ass. Got a fresh boy here who’s trying to learn to be a good street whore and I know with how things are, you don’t get pussy like you used to. Figured you could use some.” The homeless man groaned as he stood up, looked at me, “You trying to take some dick boy?” he asked. I looked from him to my BBC bouncer and back. Yeah I had taken the guy on the street corner up from Garrett’s house who was begging for money, but that was really my only experience with homeless dick and somehow this seemed - ‘worse’. “Yes,” I said. He huffed liked he didn’t believe me. I dropped my shorts, turned, “Come on, stick it in me,” I said. He laughed, “What? You think I lay up around here with a hard dick just waiting for pussy to stumble on by? You got to work my shit first. Nice ass though. You gonna let me bust one in it? Want me to wipe my dick off a bit before you start sucking it? No? Jesus man, think you may have a real freak whore here.” I got on my knees, careful not to tip over the coffee can fire pit and although the dick he pulled out of his pants was crusted, ripe, and smelled like an outhouse, I gobbled that stink stick down. My BBC guardian stood behind us watching and smoking a fresh rock on his pipe as I worked the flesh pipe in my mouth, got it hard, turned around, and let him push it into my ass. “I WANT YOUR CUM IN ME RUSSELL, FUCK IT - FUCK ME GOOD - YEAH JUST LIKE THAT,” I said as the filthy 10-incher pushed in and out of my hole. “CREAM MY WHITE PUSSY MAN, PU T THAT LOAD IN, FUCK IT HARDER, GO ON, HARDER, PLEASE – CUM IN ME…” A few minutes of me talking dirty later, Russell was close, “YOU A NASTY ONE AIN’T YA? HOT DAMN THAT’S GOOD ASS - READY FOR THIS CUM IN THAT ASS? DON’T PULL AWAY NOW - I’M JUST ABOUT THERE - JUST ABOUT THERE - HERE YOU GO - FILLING THAT WHITE ASSHOLE UP - FILLING YOU UP WITH MY DARK ROAST. PUMPING THAT PUSSY FULL WITH MY BIG LOAD.” Russell kept jamming my hole as squirt after squirt was added to the cum remnants already inside me. Finally spent, he yanked his dick out, ordered me to clean it off, and once done, plopped back down on the ground and tossed some more bits of paper and refuse in his coffee can fire, fanning the little flames to life. My BBC guide tucked his pipe back into his boot top, led the way out through the bramble path, and before we cleared the brush he stopped, turned, grabbed me by throat and pulled me close. His beard tickled my face as the wisps of crack smoke from his lungs tickled my nose, “Reach down and touch my fucking dick,” he ordered. I would have gasped in wonder if his hand had been looser. All I could do was gurgle a bit. “Seeing that shit made my dick rock hard. FUCK! If it was later at night I would take your ass right here - let you bleed out in the bushes as I rape that pussy to death - maybe another night,” he warned. I shook with anticipation. He let go, we cleared the brush line, he stopped, looked around like he was getting his bearings, then smiled, “I got the perfect place to go next. Spot be hopping 24/7.” We headed zig-zag north a few blocks, then cut to the west, back over to 14th Street, then further north, and cut west again to 15th. At W Street we turned left and immediately veered right off the sidewalk onto a paved path. My BBC guide had been laser focused on our destination and had barely said two words to me. He seemed like he was jonesing for his pipe – about as bad as I was in need of his - and when I pulled out my bottle of coke to snort some he snatched it from me, stuffed it in his pocket and said, “No. No more. You need to do this next part without flashing that damn bottle to the fucking world. Safer that way, plus I need you ready for the pipe.” He now paused, looked around, there were a few passing the intersection a block over on 16th, but otherwise the streets were quiet. “This is Malcolm X Park,” he explained with a wave to the dark, unlit, path. “The park runs oh several blocks up the hill. The white folks call it Meridian Hill Park. Trying to white wash it like everything else in this city. For now, it’s still the place to go for 24/7 freak shit. Drugs, street trade, just niccas looking to hang and smoke, get a blow job, fuck some ass or pussy. Once we walk through them posts there you stick close. If you with me, no one will fuck with you - well they will - but you know, they won’t try to rob or hurt you or shit. About half way up is a spot I know. Used to be a pump house or something for the fountain that is cut back deep into a wall. I know we’ll find the freak shit there that I want – them rough street trade niccas that will gang rape that pussy good and get it ready for me.” I suddenly got nervous and touched his arm, “Won’t we get busted or arrested or something?” I asked. He laughed, “ Fuck no! The cops know better than to go in there even in the day. Neighbors too. They all stay out, that is of course unless they scoping. This is where shit goes down and oh, right about now, we’ll run into the dudes who have gotten off the night shift, or have been at the after parties and too fucked up to go home, or are fucked up enough to get down on the DL, or guys like me who can come here and get what I want by force if need be and no one saying shit. Hell, I think the cops and the city like leaving it like this. Rundown, overgrown, lights all broken and shit. Cheaper, but keeps the wild shit in a central spot. Otherwise you’d have brothas and the Latinos, and the Maryland boys spread out from Adams Morgan, to Logan Circle, to Capitol Hill trying to find some little spot to get into just a minute of innocent trouble.” Sure didn’t sound like anything innocent happened in this place. Like Logan Circle’s park, this one was overgrown, strewn with trash, lights were busted, and as I gazed up the multi-tiered fountain and steps that cascaded down the hillside, I thought this would be a fucking awesome Halloween haunt. Only it wasn’t All Hallows Eve - it was a hazy morning in the nation’s capital, yet I still hoped for some demons to spawn inside my living flesh. “Wait here,” my BBC guide said as we got about halfway up the Hill and angled off to the right into a thicket of hollies that opened before stone archway. Flickers of lighters and matches were like Polaroid snapshots of the men milling about inside. Two guys passed me heading back the way we came. The looks they gave me were a mix of curiosity and a warning like I was treading on ground where I didn’t belong. A few seconds later the bouncer rejoined me, wrapped his hand tight around my throat and put his face close to mine again, “It’s time. Time to get that ass fucked good. My buddies say the spot’s jumping this morning with limited options, so that means you’re gonna get all the fucking nicca dick and nutt you can handle. Here’s how this is playing out. You and I are going in there and off to the back and side is a stone bench. I’m gonna sit back, kick out my feet, hit my rock, and watch the fucking show. You - you are gonna get naked, get on your fucking hands and knees and lick my boots again. Then - then you are going to experience a RING OF FIRE.” “What is a RING OF FIRE?” I asked. Fingers squeezed tighter to cut off any other questions. “A RING OF FIRE IS A BBC GANG RAPE SPECIAL. THE CALL HAS GONE OUT TO EVERY FUCKING CRACK HEAD IN THE PARK - THAT’S WHERE THOSE GUYS WENT OFF TOO. SOON THIS ALCOVE WILL BE BRIMMING WITH BROTHAS ALL LOOKING TO LIGHT THEIR PIPES UP AND STAND IN A CIRCLE - CREATING A RING OF FIRE AROUND THAT WHITE PUSSY ASS AS ONE AFTER ANOTHER DICK IT DOWN, NUTT UP, AND TAG OFF. YOU MENTIONED YOU TOOK A FEW DICKS THE OTHER NIGHT AT SOME GUY’S HOUSE WITH HIM AND HIS HOMIES WATCHING THE GAME. THAT’S LIGHT WEIGHT SHIT. YOU IN THE RING NOW WITH HEAVY WEIGHT ROCK STARS. COME ON. WHILE WE WAIT, YOU NEED TO GET READY AND THE FIRST FLAME TO GET LIT IN THIS RING WILL BE YOU - TIME FOR YOU TO BECOME A CRACKHEAD WHORE! TIME FOR YOU TO GET BURNED BY THE RING OF FIRE SO THEN IT WILL BE MY TURN AS MY SEED NEEDS TO COME OUT AND BURN THAT ASS!” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Part: 7 The announcement was not finished when I felt a wall of men just surround me. Holy shit, where did all these guys come from? There were like 7. I didn’t have much time to process anything when I felt a cock being pushed into my mouth. I looked up and saw this black Adonis looking down at me. Whatever apprehensions I had went away and I took his cock down my throat while I locked eyes with him. He put one hand on each side of my head and just pushed in. I could feel myself gagging, I forced my throat to relax. I wanted to breath but I also wanted his cock. A bottle of poppers was placed up to my nostril and when he pulled his cock out I inhaled. It sent me spinning and back onto that dick I went. I was busy sucking on his cock and another top had positioned behind me. I was about to look back when the black guy slapped me, “eyes forward.” It stung and surprised me but it also made my cock rock hard. I nodded and mumbled “yes sir” as best as you can with a mouth full of dick. I felt the guy behind me spit on my hole and push his cock into me. The top choking me with his dick gave me a few more whiffs of poppers and they both started fucking my holes. They got into a good rhythm. My ass was being stretched and I loved it. it didn’t take long for the top fucking my ass to start picking up speed. He leaned over and whispered in my ear…. “ready for this dirty load you slut, tell me what you want.” “yes sir, breed my pussy, I want your dirty load” And with that I could feel him shooting, he started grunting, I was pushed forward onto the other guy’s cock. He shot his last rope of cum in me and pulled out. He was immediately replaced with another guy. The black guy still had me facing forward with his cock down my throat feeding me poppers from time to time. I don’t know how much time passed and I lost count of how many dicks fucked me. I could feel cum running down my legs and they ached from being on all 4s. Everyone kept telling me they were gifting me, and how they welcomed me to the brotherhood. I wasn’t sure what it was all about but I was loving it. Finally, it was the black guys turn…….

I live in Southern Oregon and there's an Adult Shop with multiple glory holes in the video booths. No hassles, no cops, just pure unadulterated sex. I was there last night from 8 pm to 11 pm, in the same booth. It was unreal. A cock would poke through the hole and I'd wrap my lips around it immediately. As soon as it was hard enough, I KY'd it, backed my hole up and let the guy slide it in. The first guy came inside me in about a minute. I took at least fifteen cocks, taking three loads in my mouth and the rest inside be. Never saw a face, never wanted to. When I finally cleaned up and went out to my car, there were two Mexican guys standing outside the bushes. I didn't hesitate, just walked into the bushes and bent over and dropped my shorts. Within seconds one guy had his cock in my mouth and the other was in my ass. They didn't last long, and incredibly busted their nuts at the same time. The guy fucking me pulled out and shot his load on my ass, then slid it back inside me, so I could milk all of his sperm out. I swallowed every drop out of the cock in my mouth, and they just took off.

I had just been diagnosed HIV poz and learned my viral load was excessive. Anyone taking an unprotected load was sure to be converted. I was 51 and had a few younger lads with whom I regularly played, lads who were into Daddies. One of the lads was a a fairly shy somewhat nerdy dark haired slight lad who went by the nickname of 'Tiger'. At least that's the nickname he shared with me. We had been playing games for about a year or so, and had always barebacked. He was good at triggering my buttons and, as a consequence, he always went home with more than one load inserted deep in his guts. I hadn't told him yet about the issue about status as I had gotten the results only a couple of days before our next session. Thinking it over, I decided it was best to give Tiger the news face-to-face. I also picked-up some condoms - just in case he still wanted to get fucked. When he walked in the door I gave him a hug, explaining we needed to chat. With that I got the two of us a drink, led him into my bedroom, and taking him into my arms I began saying "Well Tiger, things are gonna be a bit different today and for a while. 'Cause I just leaned I'm HIV poz. It's okay," I added, continuing "I'm fine, I don't need counselling or hugs. To be honest, I'm somewhat surprised I went this long before seroconverting." Tiger made to comment, but I cut him off saying "Anyway, Tiger, here are some condoms. That's the change in the way we go at it, at least for now. My viral load is quite high, so we must take precautions to stay safe, especially because you're so much younger than me." When I paused in my announcement Tiger responded "Look, I barebacked you for a year. I'm not gonna stop now just because of this." "No, Tiger, come on, this is serious business. I don't wanna be responsible for having converted you. Be sensible." Giving me a snog, and tweaking my nipples, he easily got my cock hard and eager to play. I tried to get control of the situation by saying "Hey now, we've gotta agree: no bareback play." "Fuck off," he responded, adding "I decide whether or not I bareback, not you. It isn't your decision. If I wanna side down this diseased a toxic pole - well, that's my choice." "That's not fair to me, Tiger. I couldn't live with myself, knowing I had converted you. Again he snogged me, stuffing his tongue into my mouth and giving my nipples a twist. That is the most expedient way of getting (and keeping) me rock hard and burning with lust. Grabbing my cock, he spat in his hand, lubbed my cock and his ass, and, straddling my cock with his brown eye, he pushed his bum onto my unprotected toxic pole, admonishing "Remember, it's my choice and I want to climb on board for a hot fuck. I want to to ride you - and deep." Before I could react to his declaration he had slid all the way down my poke, and even if I was inclined to protest I could see the determination, lust, passion and sleaze which had combined in his decision. Admittedly my resistance was melting fast as I also found myself overcome with lust, particularly when I experienced the animalistic ferocity with which he slammed his ass down on my cock, his perverted tunnel enveloping my entire cock. Grabbing nearby poppers, Tiger huffed deeply, and then thrust the bottle under my nostril. "Okay, okay," I replied, "but promise to get off my cock before I cum, please," I grunted. Staring at my face intensely, Tiger answered "Okay, I'll try." Inwardly I sighed, thinking perhaps he would come to his senses. But I didn't have much time to dwell on what was, ultimately, Tiger's decision as just then he doubled, if not tripled the energy he was expending in riding my cock, shouting as he did so "You sleazy slut!" adding all manner of obscenities with each furious downward thrust. Nor did he neglect my tits in roughing them up even more fiercely than earlier, which, of course, brought me to the cusp of blowing my toxic load. "Hey Tiger, it's time, get off me, I'm gettin' close," I managed to warn. Tiger, however, only replied "Give me your toxic load, Daddy. Fuck your boy." "Come on, Tiger, you said you'd get off," I grunted, even as I had now joined in pounding his ass. "Okay, okay," he responded, making a move that led me to think he was about to dismount my cock, only to find, to my utter horror and complete startlement, to find he slammed back down on my shaft, sliding all the way down to my balls, simultaneously twisting my nipples, squeezing them hard as he gave me full on eye contact as he snarled at me "I want that fuckin' poz cum, Daddy! I want your toxic load. Holy fuck, give it to me now!" With that he squeezed my shaft with his ass muscles, and held me in position as he verbally demanded I give him my load. Naturally, at a certain point a man just can't be expected to hold off, so I didn't. I accepted the fact that Tiger was a cum whole, a bug chaser, and I should give him what he demanded of me so I let loose and flooded his hole with my toxic load, emptying an unbelievably large load of cum into his hole. As we came down from the orgasm Tiger grunted "Fuck condoms. I want your poz cum and that of all the other hot poz fuckers I can find. I want your disease. I want your AIDS."

I'm in a long distance relationship, so I don't get to see my partner very much. I've been dealing with it by fucking regularly with a guy at work. I figure that's better than getting cock from a bunch of strangers. My fuckbud has an average length dick, but it's thick with a large, gorgeous head - which feels awesome smashing against my prostate or the back of my throat. He also shoots massive loads. Last night, I went to his place, where he proceeded to drive my crazy with his tongue. Fucked me missionary, before turning me over onto my stomach. I love this position - his cock has a slight downward curve, and it hits me in all the right places. He alternated between fucking me flat on my face or pulling me up to my knees to pound me "like a bitch." We fucked for over and hour. By the end of it, my hole was a cummy mess, and his load had been fucked out of my hole and dripped down, slathering my balls. Next morning, I was still asleep when I felt him kissing my back and teasing my hole with his cock. I lifted up my ass. He pushed in, using his cum from last night as lube. He went to town right away. Pounded the shit out of me and left another load in me.

Even busier down on the farm today, with plenty of cumming & going ... ... it all kicked off when Andy woke us up early with a hot drink ... ... then James went off to help birth the cattle ... ... while Geoff serviced the tractor ... ... but Jim thought his big end needed seeing to ... ... so we all looked in the shed for the plugs ... ... but we decided it best to get some fresh supplies sent in by messenger ...

I was in Houston Texas for work in 2009 for several weeks throughout the year. I used to frequent the adult theaters being a good little cock whore allowing anyone to breed me. The filthier the place the better. The filthier the men the better. Then came the day. I was staying in center city at a nice hotel and went running after work one night in my skimpy running shorts. I was to meet a friend in memorial park but to get there I had to run along an old water runoff canal. It was very overgrown and crossed under several highways over passes. I was running along and came to the highway over pass and there were tons of beer bottles, drug stuff and several old mattresses laying in the dirt. I stopped for a bit surveying the area and then ran on through to meet my friend. We ran a few miles at the park and then ended up talking on a park bench until dusk. Crap I said that I had to get back before it got dark. He offered to drive but I told him I’d be ok. I began to run back on the path and when I came to the area I could hear men talking. It was a homeless guy hangout for the night to stay out of the rain and weather. I walked up slowly and they all froze thinking I was a cop of something. They were smoking weed, doing drugs and drinking and I just turned my head and walked through. A few of them whistled at me and called me hot. I got past them, started to run and when I turned the corner back onto the trail I ran smack dab into a large black man taking a piss in the bushes. He turned around holding his massive cock in his hand. I didn’t say a word but looked down and stared. He laughed and said if I stared to long I might as well suck it. I got flustered and ran off back to my hotel. In the shower, all I could think about was his cock and struggled with the thoughts about going back. The fear of it all. I climbed into bed and started to jerk off but could not get it off my mind. I had enough so I got up and put my running cloths back on. Grabbed a small flashlight at the drug store and headed back in to the trail. As I approached the area I saw them all sitting around. I was timidly walked out in front of them and just stood there paralyzed with fear. Finally, they noticed me and the black guy came over and said “look what we have here, you shouldn’t have come back boy”. With that 6 other guys surrounded me and ripped my clothes off, bent me over and before I could say no, I had a cock shoved down my throat and one up my ass. I tried to get away but the big black guy grabbed my hair and dragged me to the mattress. He shoved a whisky bottle in my mouth and told me to swallow several gulps…my stomach was now on fire. He began to shove his cock down my throat balls deep until I was gasping for breath. Then he pulled out and shoved the whiskey bottle in my mouth again. The whole place began to spin. I could barely stand and when I tried to run away I just stumbled and fell. They dragged me back to the dirt and several stood around me. I thought they wanted me to suck them but then I guy went balls deep down my throat and began to piss. It was injected down my throat and I could do nothing but swallow it. All of it. Then he threw me back to the ground and two guys began to piss all over me as they laughed. I got really sick and stumbled away to puke my guts up in the bushes. When I was finally dry heaving they grabbed my legs and dragged me back to the mattress, held my legs open and raped me over and over. Violently and I was too weak to resist. Then one guy pulled me on top of him and had his cock inside me. I felt another man come up behind me. OMG he was going to fuck my ass as well. His cock slid in alongside the other guys and I thought my ass was going to tear. I cried out in pain but soon my piss soaked under wear were shoved in my mouth. I could feel every thrust as they bred me over and over. All of them. I began to black out after 6 or 7 guys. I came in and out of consciousness. I woke up the next morning to guy’s pissing on me to wake me. I shot up from the burning in my eyes and tried to stand but something really hurt inside me. Holy fuck there was something inside me. Something very large. They all laughed and just said “this buds for you”. I waddled off and tried to force it out. It hurt like hell. I stuck my finger in and felt the bottom of a beer bottle. OMG they shoved an entire beer bottle up my ass until my ass collapsed around it. Finally, I just grinned and pushed it out. When it popped out and on the ground all sorts of bloody cum leaked out of my now destroyed gaping ass. I had no way of holding it back. I cleaned myself up as best I could and walked back to the hotel in piss soaked cloths all covered in dirt. Vowing to never do that again. The only problem is I went back the next trip, and the trip after that.

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

I had been chatting to this guy on BBRTS a couple of times but it never worked out. However I was walking home yesterday lunch time and I past two NYPD officers on the corner of 50/10 in Hells Kitchen. One of them looked familiar - It was him! I looked at him and smiled and he had a smile on his face and I kept walking. 15 seconds later he stopped me. He was on his own. He asked me if I was free for 15 mins in half an hour. I said yes. He said he was going to swing by my apartment. I gave him my address and walked home. I got home and cleaned. 5 mins later I get a text that he was coming up. I answered the door in my jock as he requested. He was in his uniform. We went into the bed room and and I undid his trousers. He was very sweaty (like a real man) and his arms were on fire! He was already pretty hard but i get hid dick wet. He pushed me on the bed, spat on my hole and slide hid dick in and started pounding me. He was a good size. Lots of poz verbal too, which is a winner! He shot is load in about 10 mins. Pulled out and stuck his dick in my mouth to clean. Sorted out is uniform and left. Hopefully seeing his again for a longer session soon. I'm ShootInsideMe on BBRTS, if u are in NYC and want to dump a load ;-)

Just another wasted youth (Part 2) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “How old are you bitch?” I asked him, while pulling his nipples through his t-shirt. “18” he moaned. “I turned 18 two days ago” “Aaawwww… and now we seem to be your gift” I smiled. The boy smiles back at me. “Keep yourself dizzy bitch” I encouraged to sniff at the poppers bottle as often as he could. “Enjoy your ride to hell” I stated and my buddies and I laughed loudly while we held this twats body up. “Wouldn’t you enjoy to get fucked by everyone in this darkroom?” I whispered. “Imagine all the cocks getting hard, just because of your cute butt” “They sure would enjoy pounding your sweet loyal cunt” my mate grunted. “I don’t know” the youth replied. “You guys got big dicks…. I am horny for big dicks tonight” he replied. “A true bottom should never refuse a hard cock – not on a night like this” I tried to persuade him. “I love my boyfriend… I don’t want to cheat on him” said the twink who just got his ass fucked by totally strangers. “You are not… tonight your boyfriend isn’t here. You miss him so much, that is why you allowed us to plow your ass….” I talked to him soothingly. “It is your boyfriends fault. He should have been here with you at your birthday party. But don’t worry about it, no one needs to know, that you are a greedy little ass cunt.” The guy behind the twink had his hands on the youths shoulders and fucked him high speed. “Yeah…. it is all *grunts* his fault. He should have been here with me, instead of working for his company…..oooooh - I got needs” he moaned. “Yeah and let the guys here fulfill your needs just for tonight. Tomorrow your boyfriend will get to love you anyway and you love him, but tonight we are here to please your cunt” “Doesn’t it feel good to have a big cock up your ass, jamming your tight entrance…. give us the chance to make you feel good. Let’s make you the star of this night… let all the guys here fuck your ass…. just so, because you can do it…. and you do it so good baby.” I whispered those words into his ear. “Don’t reject anyone… see every cock as a present for you to set a new world record in getting charged up in one night – don’t be a fool to let this chance pass you by….” I continued to talk him into. “You don’t even have to look at the guys. Just stay here, look at the wall and imagine your ass a deposit for cum. Take another whiff….. Yeah….. imagine you are just a hole to us. Help us to get off…. into your sweet little body.” “Oooooh fuck…. your cock feels so good…..and maybe I should let you all fuck my pussy – but only tonight” the lad agreed. “Yeah – only for tonight slut” I answered satisfied. “And only with condoms….” he insisted. This was ridiculous. There he was – a totally drunk teen and buzzed up with poppers and still he had the audacity to demand safe fucks? I sighed deeply and looked at our third mate, who would have been the next to fuck this toad. “Sorry man… then you can’t fuck him with your 12 incher” I winked at him. “Man…. what the fuck….?” he complained. “You know his dick is so huge and thick… he has really problems finding condoms which would fit him.” I explained to our target. He peered at the next cock and seemed to be mesmerized. “Ooooooh *sighs* your cock is fucking beautiful. I have never seen a real dick being so thick and long” he moaned. “And do you see how much he looked forward to demolish your hole? Look at the streams of precum, dripping to the floor already.” I brought his attention to my pals Gono infection. But he was so swept away, that he really didn’t draw the conclusion or maybe it was simply too dark. He asked instead if he could lick his ‘precum’ away. “Of course” my friend said and while still getting fucked up the ass, the lad bent a little to the side and started sucking his fag beater. After only two minutes he got up again and asked my mate ‘Are you okay?’ “I feel great….” my pal replied. “No I mean, are you healthy……?” he mumbled under the influence of the alcohol. “Yeah faggot. Don’t worry I am clean” he lied stealthily. In the meanwhile the second fucker reached his orgasm and ejaculated the second high POZ load flooded the boys’ sewer. “Okay…. then fuck my ass raw.” he whispered. “What?” my mate answered as he was hard of hearing. “FUCK ME RAW” the twink shouted. “Gentlemen…..this twink just turned 18 two days ago and he is willing to accept the gift…. Please…..make sure you make room to those who are willing to share…..” I exclaimed. “You want to get charged up, right?” I asked him loudly. “Yeah man, charge me up with your dicks” he moaned. “I didn’t hear you?” I teased him. “OH FUCK….. GIVE ME YOUR COCKS….. *moans* CHARGE ME UP PLEASE!” he almost cried out. In no time we had a nice crowd of guys gathering around to take part at this spectacle. While our last friend started penetrating the boys’ hole, the twink moaned in pleasure and pain. 12 inch of hard cock meat worked his way up the lads’ ass cunt. “Ooooooh yeah…. this is it….. fuck me…. FUCK….. batter me with your huge dick” he begged. “Don’t worry pups…. I will fuck you hard and give you all I got…..” he snickered.

Horny. Met this ginger on grinder. Agreed too mee tup. turns out hes from out of town. He had rubbers and wanted too use em but no lube. So I happily supplied some vaseline Arent I helpfull... Anyways 10 minutes in too me blowing him and hes ready to blow. So i let him throw a rubber on and i grease up some more. 2 minutes into me and hes ready too blow. I tell him to breed me like the bitch I am. He blows and pulls oit then says "oh shit" and starts too freak out... I lay back and smile enjoying the full warm feeling in my ass

(about five years ago) At the time, I thought I was at the end of my rope. I had just been laid-off from my job and was trying to keep my head above water. I could live off the severance pay for the rest of the year, but losing that job pretty much ended my social life. All of my friends were either still there or had been let go too. I'd get emails or texts from them on a very irregular basis. But I wasn't alone...I had Bongo. Bongo was my German Shepherd and best friend. He was pleased as hell to have me home all the time. We took long walks in my little neighborhood and played fetch for hours. He was as anti-social as I was. He got angry at strangers and wanted to taste their blood. There were a few humans he seemed okay with...my mom, the bible-thumping dude who fixed my sliding glass door and one of the guys at the vet's office. Bongo went through a stage where he refused to eat, and I was taking him to the animal clinic. I usually had to put a muzzle on him so he wouldn't kill the doctor. Embarrassing. However, there was one assistant he seemed to instantly like. He was called a "technician", but really he just did the grunt work there. Mopping up pee. trimming nails and feeding the animal patients. But Joey seemed to be happy with the job. We were both around the same age (late 20's). He was a tall, gangly red-head who still had some freckles dotting his cheeks and nose. Joey knew how to handle Bongo, knew the tone of voice that would calm him down. "Hello, Bongo. Why don't you want to eat? Upset stomach? I get that sometimes. Let's go get you better." The vet had to do some emergency dental surgery on a poodle and couldn't see us that day. It was almost closing time and Joey arranged for Bongo to spend the night there so that the doctor could check him first thing in the morning. "No extra charge. I'll look after him and call you with any updates. He'll be fine, Ross. Bongo is a good boy and we get along." I took the sad drive back home. If you've ever known a German Shepherd you know they are a big presence at all times....with their size and energy. The house seemed so empty and quiet without Bongo. What would I even do tonight? Watch cable news? Read? I just sat on the couch with glass after glass of wine. And worried. I had a small panic building in my chest. Around 9 M, the phone rang. "Hello?" "Ross? Hi, it's Joey. Just wanted to let you know that I took Bongo out for a walk just now and he has the runs. I think he has a stomach bug which is so fixable. I gave him a giant bowl of water and a treat. I think he's going to be just fine." "That's great. Are you there 24 hours a day?" "No. It just seems that way now because we're short of help. The guy who comes twice a night to walk and check on the patients and borders quit. I live nearby and am always willing to get overtime." "That makes me feel so much better. Bongo likes you...and he hardly likes anyone." "Want to come visit him now? I know he'd love to see you." "Now? At night?" "Why not? Plus I could use the company. But only if you can. I'll watch for you and unlock the front door." "Great. See you soon." For whatever reason, I was nervous. I cleaned myself up a little and got dressed. At the last second, I grabbed a t-shirt out of the hamper. Bongo had a great sense of smell and would probably miss my articular odor. Once I got there, I saw the lights were all on. And Joey was standing there, waiting. He wasn't wearing those scrubs the 'technicians' usually wear...he was just in old jeans and a baseball shirt. There were holes in the jeans and I could see one of his exposed knees. Wonder if there were freckles on it? He let me in and took me right back to the kennel area. How did he do this? There were so many hurting dogs who obviously missed their homes. Sad eyes. Bongo saw me before I saw him...and barked joyfully. He looked like he was feeling better. His eyes were happy and bright...so much different than his little neighbors. "How do you do it, Joey? How can be around so much sadness?" "Because I'm good at helping them. And that makes me feel good. I'm glad the other guy quit. He could give a shit. I actually care." "Makes sense. Do you guys still need help?" "Badly. Why? You want the job? I mean, I know you're unemployed, but this can be hard work -- for not much pay." "How do you know I'm unemployed?" He looked down and admitted that one of the ladies at the desk had told him. He must have asked about me. "You'd be excellent at this job. Maybe as good as me. You have the right vibe, and I see you brought an old t-shirt for Bongo." "Yeah. It's not clean. He sleeps next to me every night and maybe misses my funk." "Go ahead and give it to him. I'll unlock the cage." As soon as the door opened, Bongo bolted out and came to me. I hated thinking he thought I was taking him home now. This was probably a bad idea. "Why don't you walk him, while I walk the pug twins. Let's go." It was a nice night in late June. The clinic was in an upscale strip mall and very well-lit. There was a mini-park next to the hair salon, and we let the dogs sniff it out and do their stuff. "If you really want the job, you've got it. Dr. Church likes me and will listen to my opinion. He's like us...he can get inside an animal's brain. I wanted to be an animal doctor when I was in school, but didn't have good enough grades. Kills me. But I have a decent life for the most part. What about you? What are you going to do next?" "No idea. Bongo and I haven't figured out our next move." "Well, you'll be working here for a little while." "I'd like that. There's nothing on TV I want to see anyway." "And you're gay too, right?" Huh? "What? How much did the desk lady tell you?" "Liz has a gay son, and probably just knew. She's not a gossip or anything....I just asked her a lot about you." "Why?" "You don't know? I'm gay too. I've been interested in you and Bongo for nearly a year. What do you think about that?" Um. "Well. I'm flattered I guess. I know almost nothing about you." "You know my name, the fact that I'm gay, a bad student and love animals. What else?" "You have a boyfriend?" "No. I have had a lot of sex with men and a lot of fun, but I'm too odd-looking for a serious relationship." The dogs seemed to be done so we headed back. "You are NOT odd looking, Joey. I think you're handsome." "No. You just see the inside of me. My outside is just red hair and scarecrow body and freckles." "No more putting yourself down in my presence. I don't like it. It's too much the way I think of myself." "You? You're a catch, Ross." I had no more words. Did I like this guy?I did. What do I do next? What do I say?" Once Bongo was inside his cage, Joey handed him my t-shirt. He loved it and immediately made a little pillow with it. I guess this was the end of the night. It was almost 10:30 PM. "He's going to be just fine. I know it. He had a tummy ache and it's better now. You leaving?" "Well...yeah. He's in good hands with you." "But I have go to come back in four hours to do the final walk. Can you give me a ride home? We can hang out or something." Sure. I felt my pulse quicken. "Sounds good. Where do you live?" "Pepper Tree Apartments. It's only a few blocks away. I can just walk if you need to go home. You probably do...I bet you've got a cat." "No. No cats yet. I like them, but I don't think Bongo does." He laughed and got in my car. I purposely didn't turn on the radio so he would talk more. I had a feeling I was in the middle of being seduced. Maybe. "Nice car. Do you date much?" "No. I was never sure how to do it or what to say or where to go." "You're kidding, right? I've had so many one night stands, it's ridiculous. I guess I'm like a tom cat that hasn't been neutered. So I guess you never went to 'Soaks'." "What's that?" "It's the bath house downtown. I spent a good five years going there. Keep your eyes on the road while I tell you something. I have AIDS. Well, not technically. It's still just HIV. Not sure how I got it. I only like fucking - not getting fucked. Doc wants me to start drug therapy, but the animals are the only therapy I need right now. OK. Just park here on the street...the lot is always full this time of night." We got out. The crickets were singing. "You should start taking the medication, Joey. It's basically a cure now." "Basically. Right. I'll take the meds eventually. Why are you so concerned? You don't even know my last name." "It's "Moffet". You think I haven't asked Liz about you too?" He reached down and took my hand. His fingers were so long...like a spider or something. It felt right. "She's okay....just likes to talk. Her husband is a drunk. I bet her life sucks." "Joey -- I like holding your hand." "Feels natural to me." "Completely." "I'm right here on the first level. Hopefully the guys upstairs are already passed out. They party a LOT." His place was simple and clean. Lots of framed prints on the wall. Monet. I took art history in college and liked the Impressionists most of all. Joey took off his sneakers. No socks. There were little red tufts of hair on top of his toes. "I like your place. It's nice." "No, not really. I'm not into 'stuff'. Want some wine? It's boxed, but still pretty good. Called "blush" or something like that." "If you have some, I will." He brought back two way-too-full glasses of pink wine. It wasn't bad at all. "Ross?" "Yeah?" "If I kiss you right now, will you like it?" "Probably, but there's only one way to know for sure." He leaned over and kissed me with his mouth open wide. It was like we were one right then. I tasted him and took his air into my lungs. So this is why everybody liked to kiss...you got to be part of someone with just a simple act. Nobody ever told me. My dick grew five sizes. He stopped and looked at me with his green eyes. "I think you liked that." "Ding,ding, ding...that is correct." I couldn't help but smile broadly. "Wanna get naked? And go to my bed?" "Yeah. I'm wanting that, Joey." He took my hand again and led me into his little chamber. It was as simple and clean as the rest of his apartment. We both undressed and just stood there at the foot of his bed, hugging and groping. I noticed his dick was very fat and long. It kept prodding me in the stomach. Making me weak in the knees. "Lay down." I did. His mattress wasn't so good, but I gave not a damn. He climbed into bed next to me and panted like he'd run a mile. "Wanna touch my cock, Ross? Just to see if you like it?" I didn't just touch it...I kissed the flaring red head of his big cock. It tasted like him. "Oh shit! Yeah! Suck it...just for a little while. Please?" I had no idea what I was doing. Suck on it like it was a baby bottle? I could do that. His dick was just so large and imposing. I had to make an effort. I did as best I could. I could tell he was leaking a little because my tongue was tasting new things. I seldom produced pre-cum. "You know what I have in my balls and in my blood, Ross. We can stop now or...." "Or..?" "You can follow my lead. I can be a little bossy in bed, but I'm giving you an 'out'." "Take the lead, Joey. But can we have a little bit of light. I want to see everything." He stretched out a long arm and switched on a little bedside lamp. Not a lot of brightness, but I could see the red hair under his arms and the freckles on his shoulders. The pubes around his fat prick were curly and red like a clown wig. "Okay, buddy. I'm in charge now. Let's make this count. Ever lick an asshole before? you're going to now." He sat on my face. I tasted the fur first and then the other things -- none of which were unpleasant. Weirdly, he tasted and smelled a little bit like the vet's office. I kind of loved doing this, but I wasn't getting any oxygen. I just kept licking and kissing his hole while he moaned. I could always breathe later. He lifted off of me and I gulped the free air. "Damn, Ross. I'm leaking all over the place. We might not even need lube! Ready to be fucked? Fucked with a sick,deadly cock?" "Oh God yes." "That wasn't really a question." He spread my legs far apart and got in position to do the deed. Right as he was poking around down there, loud music came from the ceiling. The bass practically shook the walls. "I guess your neighbors are home." "Good timing. Nobody will hear you scream when I do THIS!" He thrust that big dick halfway into me and I definitely screamed. Nobody heard me yell 'stop' and 'no'. Joey was grinning like the devil. He was really enjoying this and that made me want to please him more. I was doing this. I was getting my virgin body pozzed. He kept going deeper. The guys in porn movies (I'd seen a few hundred) always shut their eyes tight and looked like they were in agony as they got close to orgasm, but Joey had his eyes wide open and was grinning so broadly. "Yeah! Come in me! I want it!" "Here it is. Ahhhhh! Yes! I needed that." He left his dick inside of me for a minute, looking into my face the whole time. Still smiling. "Thanks, Joey. I loved it." "Sshh. You're bleeding a bit. Let me get a paper towel and clean you up. We can nap for a few hours and then go check on our boy." 'Our'? From that point on, we were connected. It was like a wedding or something because he was a permanent part of my life after that moment. We dated and worked together and he finally moved himself in to my house. Bongo was thrilled...sleeping between two people he liked, loved. I of course tested HIV+ eventually. I could worry about that later. He's outside walking Bongo right now.

(early to mid 90's) My name is Banner. My dad was a comic book fan and named me after Bruce Banner - who was The Hulk's other identity. So I'm getting that out of the way now because I've had to explain my name a billion times. I guess Dad was more fun when I was born, but now he is all business and seems to think of nothing but money. He's working himself into an early heart attack. The other part of this story is my grandfather. He was a wealthy man who died when I was in first grade. He left me a trust fund that wouldn't kick in until I was 25. Dad was the custodian of the money and he held that over my head forever. It was conditional. He threatened to withhold every penny unless I graduated college and made something of myself. I also had to keep out of trouble. He didn't have to worry, really. I was a boring kid...AM a boring adult. The only exotic thing about me was my sexuality. I was gay. I kept it a secret. Sometime after I got my high school diploma, my dad had the idea to invest my funds. The housing market was going crazy and he decided he'd build me a house in Kansas City, MO. All I had to do was get a job there AND get married. He explained that it would be a big house and he didn't want me living alone near a big urban area. I just went along with it. I really didn't even care about the money. I was just waiting to not be boring. Why couldn't I rebel like my friend Mitch did? He smoked pot and got drunk and yelled at his parents. It seemed like a lot of wasted effort. I just went to the state college with two things in mind: 1. Make good grades so I could get a good job. 2. Meet a girl who didn't want sex. Well, all the college girls wanted sex. So did the college guys. I guess this would be a bust. I kept my head down and studied. I majored in advertising even though I just wanted to be a writer. I wrote stories and essays on a nifty little word processor. I had a knack for writing horror stories. I wrote fan letters to my favorite authors and a few answered back. Stephen King and Clive Barker both sent me nice little notes in their own handwriting. Wow. I never told anyone about my hobby. I didn't get less boring in college...in fact I sunk deeper into dullness. I try not to think about all the fun I could have had if I'd just lightened up a little. Whatever. By the time I was finishing my last year of education, my dad announced he'd already initiated construction of my future house. It was a fateful phone call. "It'll be great, Banner. It's in a growing suburb of Kansas City...on the Kansas side. It'll have three bedrooms, but don't feel in a hurry to have kids. Just get married and see how it goes from there." "I'm not sure I'll ever get married, Dad." "Oh you say that now. As soon as you get your nose out of the books and look around, you'll find all kinds of nice girls." Enough was enough. "I'm gay, Dad. I don't want to get married and I don't want any kids. Sell the house and keep the money for you and Mom. I don't care." He was silent for a minute. "You're young and don't know what you want. I can't talk about this now. Discuss it with your mother." Mom and I talked for almost an hour. She was very understanding. "I guess I always knew," she said. "I had to say something. Dad wasn't hearing me. I guess it means I'm not rich anymore." "He'll come around. Let me talk to him. After all, it's MY father's money and he wanted you to have it." "I don't care about the money. I never have. My graduation is May 20th. You don't have to come." "I'll be there." "But it's a long drive and I doubt there's any hotel rooms left that weekend." "No. You're my only child and you're graduating college. I'll sleep in the car if I have to." And then I had finals to get through. I was prepared. I'd already talked to some recruiters from ad agencies in Kansas City and Chicago. One of the guys who interviewed me was all excited about "The Internet". He wanted to get a jump on it because "The Web" was going to be big. I mentioned the stories I wrote on a computer and he was very interested. We talked about nothing but horror novels after that. He gave me his card and made me promise to call him. Kansas City. I think I'd been there once as a kid. Some amusement park maybe. I had vague memories of a roller coaster and some really good donuts. Both of my parents came to my graduation. It was supposed to be major, but the school was so big that we all just sat in the football stadium as the dean said a few words. It was over as soon as it began. I said my good-byes to a few friends and a few professors I'd always liked. Back at my apartment, Mom and Dad were waiting. Mom had a beer in her hand -- which I'd never seen in my life. Mom? Dad was silent and wouldn't look me in the eye. "Are you going to invite us in or what?" The first words he'd said to me since that call. Once inside, my dad looked around and sniffed the air. He was making sure I was keeping the place clean and not smoking. "This is not so bad. You keep it neat," Mom observed "Yeah. My lease is up in August. I think I have a shot at a job in Kansas City." Then my dad was interested. "How good a shot?" "I met the recruiter and he seemed to really want me." "Good. Well, your house is almost done. You can live there if you want. It's about 40 minutes from downtown. Just promise me you'll get a big dog for protection. The backyard will fenced in by August." Mom finished her beer and asked me if I wanted one. I guess they had a cooler in the car. I'd never ever seen my mother drink. Dad said he needed to gas up the car because they were driving back tonight. So my mom and I sat and had a beer. "I didn't even know you drank, Mom." "This is a special occasion, Banner. I've seen the house. It's nice. You'll like it." "Dad hates me." "No. He just wanted so much for you. He doesn't realize yet that you'll be fine." Fast forward to August 19th. I'd been in phone contact with the ad agency interested in me. It was almost a done deal. I moved into the house. It was big and empty. My meager possessions barely filled one room. The "suburb" was very unfinished. New houses were being constructed and streets were still being paved. I was practically on an island there. My first official interview wasn't for another week. I had electricity and a phone, but no cable. I'd write stories and then go for long walks around the area. Not all the streetlights were up yet. It got dark at the border, and you could really see the stars. I thought about stuff. I'd been lucky enough to have a life, but hadn't really lived one yet. Maybe that could change somehow. It was a hot Summer, but I still walked around when I couldn't write anymore. During the day, I saw a lot of construction workers out building the houses of my future neighbors. Most of them were well-built and Latino. I'd always tried to suppress my gay thoughts, but, what the hell? I looked. Some of them had their shirts off as they worked. Maybe I was just interested in the houses. There's no law against looking at construction, right? Maybe I should get a dog...it'd be something to do while I wandered aimlessly through this new ghost town. I had no idea where the pound was. I only knew a few fast food places near the freeway. "Hey!" a voice called. I had no clue which worker had shouted. A tall, shirtless black guy approached me with his hard hat on. "You lost or somethin'?" "Not exactly. I just moved in down the block." "505? That your blue car in the driveway?" "Yeah." "OK. Sorry. There's guys around who like to steal building supplies and equipment." I could smell the August heat on his skin. "No, I'm a writer with nothing to do for a few days. Thought I'd get some sun and explore the neighborhood." "A writer? Like books? Wait. Stay here. I gotta go get Luiz." He walked away and I stood there, realizing I'd just spoken my first words in two days. It's funny how odd your own voice can sound after a long period of silence. The guy came back with a big, bulky Mexican guy -- also shirtless and in a hard hat. Neither of them were much older than I was. "Who's this?," the handsome Latin man asked. "He's the new owner of 505. You know..." Luiz looked a little uncomfortable. "Oh. Yeah...I guess I knew this was coming. That's the place where me and Andre take our breaks. It has power, AC and a working fridge to keep our beer in. You didn't notice the almost full case of Natty Lite in there?" "No. I haven't even opened it yet." "So I guess you don't have a wife or nothin'?" "Nope. It's just me. When's your next break?" Andre stared at the ground while Luiz held my gaze. "In about an hour. Want us to come pick up the beer?" "If you want. Or you guys can come take your break like usual. I don't mind company.Want me to leave the door open?" Andre finally spoke again. "Nah. The locks around here are so easy to pick...make sure you get them all replaced." "Will do. I guess I'll see you guys in a little while." "Great. What's your name?" "Banner Lee." He didn't laugh or ask for an explanation or anything. They went back to the site and I headed home. It occurred to me to maybe go get some sandwiches or something, but I didn't feel like trying to go find any. What if I got lost and wasn't there when they came by? I just stayed put and waited around. Clocks. I needed clocks. There was so much I needed. This huge house started to seem ridiculous. I sure hoped I got that job...the utilities alone must be enormous. I looked in the refrigerator, and sure enough, there was a box of "Natural Light". I felt entitled to take one. It didn't taste good to me, but I drank it. Should I put on some music? No. These were hard-working men coming over for a break...not party guests. I took one more beer. Maybe it's because I've never had a drink, but I felt a little light-headed. a knock on the door "We're a little early. The concrete guy never showed. We're done for the day. Still want some company?" "Absolutely. Have a seat." He and Andre settled on my couch as I went to get us some beers. I came back and saw Andre taking off his work boots. Luiz stopped him. "Cabrone! This is someone's house now! Don't do that." "It's okay. I don't mind." "Sorry about him. We usually take our shoes off on breaks. These boots get so hot." Andre took his boots and socks off and stretched his bare feet on the carpet. "Thanks, man. Luiz would do it too, but I think he's embarrassed of his hooves. They are pretty damn ugly." "Shut the fuck up, man. Behave yourself." "It's fine. Go ahead and take them off, Luiz." "Maybe later." There was a spark in his eyes. "Mmm-hmmm. Go ahead and ask him, Luiz." "Ask me what?" "It's nothing. We were just curious why an unmarried kid with no kids is living in a big new house by himself. Andre thinks you won the lottery." "No. It's an investment of my dad's. I'm just living here while I try to get a job. If I won the lottery, we'd be watching a 90 inch flat-screen right now." "But you ain't got a soon-to-be bride or anything?" Andre seemed way too curious for some reason. "No. I'm gay." Did I really just say that out loud? I guess my days of hiding were over. The two of them exchanged quick looks. "Yeah. I kinda guessed that when I saw you watching us work. Don't worry. I'm cool with both of you." "Both?" "Shut up, Andre! Ignore this asshole, Banner. Who needs another?" Luiz got up to fetch some more brews. Andre was looking at me hard. Watching. Waiting. "So..." I had no idea how to navigate this conversation now. Luiz came back and re-beered us. "Well. We gonna get busy with him or what?" Andre seemed impatient. "You're so fucking crude!" "Yeah, whatever. I just came to get my fucking dick sucked. You two can do whatever you want after I leave," "I'm sorry, Banner. He gets horny after work and...well.. I Oddly, I was kneeling on the new carpet as he said that...like I was ready. I wanted Luiz to fix this and make it right. Instead, he just kicked back and nodded. What? I'd never sucked a dick before. How? Now? Andre took off his jeans and aimed his big black dick towards my face. It was way bigger than my own. And so hard. My own penis got erect too, but felt like flesh still. Andre's cock was just so solid and rigid. He just wanted to be sucked. And I tried. He was just too eager and kept thrusting in my mouth. I knew what he needed..and tried my best. I was excited and eager for this. "Shit! He's a natural, Luiz. How is it that guys are so much better at cocksucking than ladies?" I couldn't see Luiz with all the black pubes in my eyes, but I knew he was watching. Andre and I found a good pace where he was happy and I wasn't gagging. It was just and and out and it felt so right to me. I might have known he was about to cum if I'd done this before. He just pistoned his hips faster and a little deeper. "Fuck! I'm cumming. Swallow it, kid!" And then his dick expanded ever so slightly and hot sperm filled my mouth. I swallowed it down. He still had a tiny white drip at the ti of his dick as he pulled away and got dressed quickly. He drained his beer. "Damn. Now I'm not gonna have no load to give the ladies. Guess I'll stay in tonight and play video games. Later." Andre left and I was still stupidly kneeling on my floor, feeling stunned. Luiz didn't seem the least bit phased about what had just happened. He was casually finishing his beer. "Did you like that, Banner?" "I..I did. That was the first time for me. I'm a little confused I guess." "It's okay. I remember the first time I sucked a dick. Go rinse your mouth out and grab another beer. The taste of cum goes away." I chugged some water and then spit it out. The beer helped. "Come sit with me." I went back and joined Luiz on the couch. "So you've given blow jobs before?" "Yeah...since I was 16. One of my cousins. I like getting them more than giving them." "So, you're gay?" "Oh yeah. I thought you knew. I knew you were the minute I saw you because you're too cute." "I'm not cute...and I can't tell anything about people just from looking at them. But if Andre likes to be sucked, why doesn't he let you do it?" "I'm dirty. I'm infected. You know what I'm talking about, right?" I did. This was a crazy day. "You and Andre are the only people on this planet who know. And my doctor. He keeps telling me there are better drugs coming, but I'm not counting on it. Hurry and finish you beer and I'll go get us two more." So much to think about. I was somewhat dizzy. Luiz sat down next to me and flexed his toes a little, "So what did you like about sucking dick?" Pause. "It felt right. Like something I was going to do eventually -- if that makes sense." "Totally." "I liked knowing how much HE liked it. I also liked when he put his fingers in my hair. I sound stupid." "No. Not at all. You probably needed some touch. Like this." He put his big brown hand on to of my head and started petting me like a dog. "I'll suck your dick too." His face brightened a little. "No. No. You are young, healthy and have your life ahead of you. I'm not giving you this burden." "Maybe we can just try it just a little." "Bad idea. I can't stop once I get started, But...we can do other things." "OK." I knew this was like playing with fire. "You can jack me off a little. How about that?" "Let's do it." He took off his shirt and jeans. A wave of clean sweat smell washed over me. So nice. His nice, uncut cock was already hard. As was mine. I got undressed too, aware of how puny my frame was next to his broad, solid body. "Nice, Banner. You are so white, though. Swedish?" "Irish mostly." "Touch my dick, man. Just don't get any ideas about sucking it." I knelt between his legs and started stroking the thick shaft. Turns out I was good at this too. He kept pulling me closer between his knees. He was breathing fast and rolled his head back. I guess it was only natural that I would have to kiss the tip of his dick. "No. Well...just kiss it. No sucking." I had other ideas. I needed to suck this meat. And I did. I moved up and down it like a hungry slut (which I probably was). I thought he'd protest a little, but he just kept guiding my head down. He was bucking and moaning. I didn't actually care about his HIV at the moment...if he wanted to come, I'd sure as fuck let him. Then he pushed me away. "I can't come in your mouth. You don't want that." "What if I do, Luiz?" "Then you're stupid." There was already clear fluid leaking out of his pee hole. "Probably I am, but I still want your semen inside of me." He sighed, but kept stroking his penis. "I want that too. I warned you already that I couldn't stop once I started. If you really want to go the distance, we will. Get on all fours like a dog. Show me your skinny, white ass." I did as I was told, and he got down on the floor with me. I knew he was going to insert his fat organ inside of my butt. I also knew it would hurt. He spit on his dick and just shoved it in. I thought I might scream, but it just came out as "NNNGGG" "No going back from here. Nobody's around to hear if you cry for help. Try to relax and open a little for me. I need to get in there, but your ass is fighting me." I didn't know how to do what he was requesting, but I tried to at least relax my mind. He was almost all the way in me and I was sure there was no farther he could go. Then he pulled out a little and plunged right back in. Damn! Is this what women felt like when their cherry was popped? Is it what my mom felt when my stupid dad mounted her? He started speaking in Spanish and moving faster. I could feel his heartbeat inside my body. "Here you go! You're getting my cum!" He held my hips hard and bred me like a bull in heat. Then he was done. I had already had an orgasm at some point. And it was over. We showered together and took a nap in my bed. I was no longer an amateur and no longer hiding.

Not me, but I wish it WAS!

Damn, doggie!

Cum IS the best lube!

Cream Pie for dessert!

** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** ************************************************************************************************************************* He was seated at the bar, drinking with a couple of guys. From his loud laughter, and the silly things he was blurting out, as well as his overall behavior, it was clear to me he was quite drunk. But on the other hand, he was quite sexy. He was, of course, young, no doubt just over 18. The guys recognized him being intoxicated and touched him inappropriately all the time. They grabbed his ass or rubbed his junk while passing him by. He never complained about it. He just grinned like a fool, feeling probably flattered to be the center of the attention. So I tried my luck and ordered a drink at the bar and while standing close to the drunk twink I let my hand slip into his low hip jeans on his backside and my middle finger moved downwards between his ass cheeks, just to find his hole. I pressed my finger against his hole and he relaxed it and let me pass his sphincter. What a slut, I thought to myself. I gave him a cheeky grin and then went back to the two fellows I was with that night. We were all biohazard stallions and we were, let’s put it this way, interested in the youthful guy. He blinked at me and then moved to the back area, where the darkroom was. My mates fist bumped me and cheered, while I got up from my chair I told them to be nearby, in case…. Getting into the backroom my eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. I saw him wandering about, but I doubted he would actually be notice all the guys lurking about. The risk was too high, that another dick would grab him first and so I hurried up and greeted him with my low voice. He tried to focus me and then showed a foolish smile asking me, if I was the guy fingering outside. I laughed and nodded to that. “You know… I think I had a drink too much and all the jocks look the same to me. Just a big bulge…..” he claimed. “Oh that’s okay…. you are nothing more than a hole to me.” I replied and although my answer was quite reducing him he flashed another smile. “How about three big cocks?” I asked him referring to my two friends. “I guess it would be okay, but we have to play safe. Okay? My boyfriend is out of town and we are faithful to each other. FAITHFUL (in a loud voice). That’s why you can’t fuck me, but it is okay to fuck me now….” he babbled. Such a wasted guy… I signaled my friends to attend me and so they appeared out of the darkness and greeted the teen. “Hey guys – can I touch your bulges to see if you are well endowed?” he asked us. He massaged each of our bulges and seemed to be satisfied to feel 9+ inches of hard cock meat. We looked for a dark corner and there we turned him around, so that he faced the wall. I opened his jeans and lowered them. They fell to the ground and revealed a beautiful round ass. “Don’t forget the condom” he whispered. “Of course not, but let me first finger you. Get you ready for my fat dick.” I suggested and used a bit lube on my fingers and entered his hole with three fingers at once. I crouched behind him, to get a good angle to finger fuck him roughly. He was moaning and enjoyed it obviously. After a while I used only my index finger and my middle finger to actually scratch him from the inside, while pulling my fingers out. I repeated it over and over again and he complained about the growing pain. I told him that I had to prepare him for the hard fuck, but that I would soon been done. I had to rely on my handy work and so I got up and started lubing up my dick. “Sorry guys… but I can’t get hard. Too much alcohol I guess” he giggled. “Never mind, just let us charge your cunt up and we are gone anyway” I replied. “Give him some poppers” I told one of my friends. He handed the boy the brown bottle and told him to use it. “How?” he asked seriously. “I don’t do drugs” he added. “That’s not a drug baby, it is something to inhale to make you feel horny for cocks” I explained. You can keep the bottle afterwards, in case you want to enjoy some other gentlemen dicks in here. “The condom on your cock already?” he asked while he opened the bottle with a ‘plop’ and then sniffed at the bottle opening, while a pal pressed against his other nose opening. ‘Whoooosh’ “Oh my…. oh fuck…. what is this…..” he stuttered. My friends helped him stay on his feet. I parted his ass cheeks in the meanwhile and entered his soft asshole raw. “Oh fuck, this is it…. oh it feels so good. man…. fuck me hard…. fuck me hard into my pussy” he moaned. We made him inhale more of the poppers and every time he was almost freaking out and begging me to fuck deeper into his body. Of course I rammed my whole cock hard into him. This wasn’t supposed to be a romantic affair. This was hardcore POZ fucking. I fucked my dick hard into his hole, trying to inflict even more damage with every thrust I could muster. “You want to get your slut ass charged?” I whispered into his ears, while he experienced one rush after another. He nodded only “Tell me loud, that I can charge your cunt up” I advised him with my low and calm voice. “Fuck me hard into my ass…. (and then louder) Charge my slut ass up” he exclaimed. I grunted and held him by the shoulders, while I was speed-fucking him now. This put me over the edge and my toxic semen erupted inside his ass. My cock gushed five times and I kept on fucking him, to make sure my seed would infiltrate his body soon. After I pulled my cock out, I pretended I would get rid of the condom and stuffed my dick back into my jeans. My pal was next and I told him, while taking his place, to think about the condom. “Yes…. safety first please…. I don’t want to get sick by these…. sick…. bastards….” he repeated himself and took another good whiff. “I think there is enough lube left in there” my friend said with a smirking face. Without hesitance he entered the twink’s ass, who had one POZ load already inside his body…

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

The steps creak up the steep staircase. The smell of sweat and bleach saturate the carpet. He promised me a full charge load. Saved for me. Saved just for me. Palms already sweaty I pay the room fee. Fresh bottle of rush and scribble my name into the sheet like everyone else has done. He says he's already. "Dark room. Hurry, pig." He calls me pig. And he's right. That's what I am. Only happy when I feel the skin on skin contact. Only happy when I know that I'm doing something I know I shouldn't. That I know will get me into trouble. Drop off my stuff in the room and take that first sniff of poppers. Rush and warmth. It's dark down the halls and my head is already spinning. My hole twitches as I head down to the dark room. Several doors are open, revealing asses facing the door, and guys stroking, guys checking out their phones. If any of the guys want me, I'm game. I don't care who plays with me. I see the faint outline and subtle glow of the bleached white towels. He's sitting off in the corner, stroking his hefty cock. I sat down and look to my left. Yeah, it was definitely him. I take a long sniff. "Good pig." He says while stroking his cock some more. He's on the top seat. I'm in the bottom. I move over and position myself, knees on the overused cushion I lick up the base of that cockring engorged dick and I can feel the girth and weight of what I'm going to take. Its heavy, heavier than the pictures made it. Heavier than I thought. Full of poz cum that I wanted, that I needed to be inside me. My mouth envelops his cock and I get to work. Desperately trying to make him wet and harder. I need him to feel like he's more than me. I need him to see that I am a good pig. That I deserve his seed. He moans. He squeals. He tells me to get on my hands and knees. I obey. Propped up against the bench I take a long hit of my poppers as I feel heat at my back door. He enters. This isn't love. This isn't first time. There's pain. But Only for a second. I know he's tearing me. I know he doesn't care. All I know is that finally I feel whole. He grabs my shoulders and starts his assault. He's slow at first. Then fast. He calls me his bitch. He calls me a pig. "Fuck that's hot." I realize now there are two other guys there. A black guy and a young white guy. The black guy moves up in the bench. My hole still taking a pounding. "He in you raw?" He asks. "Yes." I squeak. I feel so used as these men watch this old man pound at my hole. "Can I go next?" The young white guys. He's stroking his long thin cock "Sure." My buddy says. He starts to pick up the pace. He's getting closer. "Suck this dick" the black guy says and brings his cock to my mouth. I take it. He's larger than my friend. He smells like sweat and b.o. The only sounds are me sucking and my friend slamming against my hole. "Fuck!!!!" He yells. Thats the first one. He pulls out. Slaps my ass and casually says.....next.... ***hope you guys got off. More to come. First time posting like this hope you enjoy***

My ass was a cummy mess! I looked at it with my iphone camera and I was fucking oozing! It was almost 10:30 now and I wanted to make one more stop that night before I called it quits. I walked out of the video store smiling my ass off and I was sure all the guys knew I had taken lots of cum. I hailed a cab on 8th ave and headed to a small bareback sex party in the east village… **************** **************** ************** I rang the buzzer of the apartment near Astor place and was buzzed in quickly. I checked my clothes while exchanging pleasantries with the host, whom I have know for some time being a semi-frequent attendee of his party. This particular party was advertised as a bareback party, condoms would be provided but it was expected that you were going raw. As I was packing my thing into the trash bag for the clothes check, the buzzer rang and in came a sexy German guy. He was naked and hard in a few short minutes and I went into the play room. The room was equipped with a sling and some benches for play and lube, I had my own poppers. I sat down and the german sat next to me, we started stroking each others cocks, but he didn’t want to do more. I however wanted more cum up my ass, especially from the men at this party, most of whom were known or expected to be poz. The buzzer rang again and shorty after a Latino guy walked in with a raging nine incher. He was a no games kind of guy and immediately went on his knees, bent me over and starting eating my ass. He was real good at it, and got my hole nice and relaxed and wet. I started hitting the poppers and bent over more to let him in further. The German guy was right in front of me smiling and watching, he reached over and held my ass cheeks apart and the Latino pig really went to town, slurping on my ass hole, spitting into me, and tongue-fucking me hard. I was ready to get plowed and he knew it. He stood up and slid his entire length into my hole until I felt his stomach and hips against my ass. He held my meaty ass cheeks and rough fucked me deep. He was long dicking my ass, and I was staring into the German's face as he jerked off watching me take the Latino's cock, a man who’s face I hadn't even really gotten a clear look. The German was smiling at me, saying telling me what a good slut I was, a good little faggot slut boy. The Latino started slamming into my ass and then leaned into my ear, “Can I cum in you?” he asked me. “Of course man, load that hole, fill me up man!” I replied. This drove him crazy and I edged him on, wanting him to cum in my ass, I wanted him to add his seed to that of the other anon men who had dumped in me earlier that day. He started to grunt and buckle and I knew he was cumming. He fucked me harder then, pushing his dick as far as it would go. I imagined his cum seeping into my blood stream and my own cock was oozing pre cum. Mine wasn’t the only cock on the verge of shooting ropes of poz jizm, the German guy wouldn’t even touch his own for fear of cumming too soon. But I wanted him in me too. “Can I sit on your cock?” I asked. “I’m too close man” he replied. "Well I want your cum in my ass, dude.” I turned around and slid my well cum-lubed ass onto his throbbing shaft and he immediately started to pulsate into me. I felt ever gush of cum from his cock. It was fucking beautiful and I had to keep away from touching my own cock before I too came. When I slid off I tried to suck him clean but he was too sensitive from the intense orgasm he had just had up my ass, so smiling my thanks, I went outside in the backyard for a smoke. When I came back in there was an older guy there, maybe late 50’s, well built for his age and with a look I loved: that of an older-man with AIDS wasting! He was fucking hot. As I admired him, the host came over to me and said “He’s an awesome top, and very potent.” He said winking. I understood what he was saying: that this man was a walking AIDS death fuck. Of course I wanted him to charge my hole. My Latino friend had another plan for me though. He saw me and immediately bent me over onto the bed in the living room, and slid slid his cock into me and fucked me harder than he had before. Slamming into me, tearing me up. I was sure I was going to be in pain the next day. He slam fucked me for what seemed like 15 minutes and then held me down by the neck doggy style and unloaded in me again. When he pulled out I felt the trickle of cum slide out of my hole, down my ball sack and that’s when I felt my AIDS daddy's mouth. He was licking my balls clean making his way toward my hole. I was in heaven. I wanted him to fuck that diseased cum into me more than I wanted anything else. He cleaned my hole off then grabbed me by the hair and moved my mouth over to his dick. He was eight inches, cut and really veiny. I love veiny cock, especially when I know the guy had AIDS blood running through those veins. I licked him shaft to balls then slid him into my mouth and sucked him with fury: softly but with intent, wetting his balls with my tongue on the down stroke and lingering for a second longer on his head. He was fucking loving it. “Yeah, boy, suck that dirty cock, use your mouth on daddy's cock. Make daddy feel nice and good with that slut mouth” he grunted at me. I pulled off took a huge hit of poppers and went to town on his dick, sucking with fury and a passion for raw poz lust. He slapped my ass giving me the signal to 'bring that hole over here'. I spread my ass myself, opening my hole, making sure he saw the cum already buried into me, advising he I was a gaping AIDS fuck hole available for his pleasure. “Fuck me daddy. Give me that toxic seed, fuck that cum into me” I said in a hushed whisper. “What was that boy? You want what?” he demanded, placing his cock head against my open hole. “I want you to fuck me with that dirty tool, Sir. I want you to recharge that ass with your strain, fuck that cum into my blood!” He slammed his cock into me and pounded away. It hurt real bad, he was intentionally hitting my walls and fucking me with a slight sideways slant to insure some damage. This guy enjoyed fucking bug chasing bottom boys. “Yeah, Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck that load into my hole, Daddy. Give me your AIDS!” I shouted. “Don’t worry, boy. I’m gonna give you a good toxic load. Gonna make sure you get my DNA up your gut, give you the fuck flu all over again. You’re gonna remember this fuck, you stupid little AIDS faggot whore!” he said while slamming into me so hard I thought I would pass out. The other guys had been watching, some with looks of disbelief. Here was a pretty little 24 year old twink boy begging for AIDS sperm from an almost 60-something year old wasted-faced, skinny AIDS fucker - and loving it. One of the guys fed me my poppers and didn’t remove the bottle. I was spinning. I was taking this cock with so much intent the rest of the guys were all jerking off. Even if they didn’t find Poz talk hot, at that moment, the depravity of my actions had everyone rock hard. The German guy came closer and said he was going to cum, my AIDS daddy pulled out a second while the German guy put his piss slit near my hole and sprayed my ass with his cum. AIDS daddy scooped some up put it on his cock and fucked the German's cum deeper into me. I felt so fucking full and slutty and open and wonderful. AIDs Daddy had been fucking me for 20 minutes and was still going strong. When I asked him if he was close he said “Boy, I’ve cum in you twice already!” And I went nuts, bucking my ass against his cock and panting and begging for more. He flipped me onto my back to look me in my eyes while he fucked me and I saw a new cock near my mouth and instinctively began sucking it, although never loosing eye contact with my AIDS daddy. He slammed into me some more and spit into my mouth snarling. He looked like an evil possessed demon fucker, and I knew all he wanted was to make sure his AIDS lived in me for as long as I was alive. And I would be sure to pass it on when the time was right. This poz fucker would live forever through his AIDS lineage and I was his receptacle. “Here I cum again, boy, you want some more of my AIDS cum? Let me hear you beg!” “Give it to me, Daddy. I need your AIDS sperm. I need you to recharge my ass. Make me toxic. Give me your fucking POZ cum.” With that he came in convulsions, unloading his disease into me. He fell on top of me and pulled out. For a second I felt very empty, like I was missing something, until the new guy mounted my ass. He was West Indian and hung, uncut, with a down curve to his cock. I hit my poppers more, I was almost too poppered out but being used so much without rest that I didn’t have time to think about it. The guy kept saying “Damn you're so full of cum. Fuck man, you're oozing all over my cock.” Needless to say he didn’t last long and shot in my ass with a series of grunts and bucks yelling for me to take his “fucking nasty seed!” Now it was late and I needed to go but I also needed to cum, so I mounted AIDS daddy again and rode his cock while stroking my own uncut eight inch poz shaft. It didn’t take long for me either, but I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. It just kept cumming. The German guy scooped it up off the bed and smeared it on my face, then kissed me while AIDS Daddy began to pulse into my ass for the last time that night. “Damn you're a little poz slut. Your ass was the main attraction tonight huh. You’re so fucking hot. I love a little take all loads slut boy.” With that he kissed me on the mouth, in the process tasting my cum. He made me open my mouth and he spit my own cum back into my mouth. I had to go. I was spent and tired and my legs and hole throbbed. The West Indian guy drove me home. We had good conversation and when I left I looked down at his car seat and sure enough there was a cum stain that leaked out of my ass. I didn’t care though. I had had a great Sunday and was now hungry as hell, so I stopped in the McDonalds and stood in line with my ass leaking poz cum down my shorts.

Sorry guys for the delays of my stories been dealing with a lot of issues! working on more chapters ! Will post by this weekend

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This is a true story. I am a 21 twink bottom. I have brown hair, and a smooth thin body. Until last April had never been fucked bareback. I have been fucked by a lot of dudes in my life, but always safe, as far as I know. The night I got barebacked started like a lot of nights for me: I was on Grindr, searching for a top with whom I could hookup. Then I found what I was looking for: a muscle top, in his mid-40. He was beautiful, very nice and very charming. We chatted a bit, he told me he wanted to take me raw. I told him I only played safe. It seemed not to be an issue for him as he said he would fuck me using a condom. I showered, I douched, made myself and my ass perfect, and then went to his place. Once at his place, he welcomed me, and I asked to use the bathroom. I peed, and left the bathroom. Then I saw him, completely naked, laying on the bed. I lay next to him, and tried to kiss him, but he clearly wasn't interested as he guided my head down to his cock, naturally expecting me to suck him. Damn, his dick was so good. It made me so horny. After a while, he made me stop, and positioned me on my back. He climbed behind me, lifted my legs a bit, wrapping them around his waist, as he leaned over to kiss me as his cock head slid about my ass crack, torturing my ass for five minutes or so. I was beyond horny, and let him know saying "I can't take it, I need your dick in my ass." Then he took some poppers and gave them to me. I took a deep hit and got hornier. He knew after a bit hit I wouldn't be able to resist his dick. Positioning his cock against my hole, he dribbles some lube into my hole, as he pressed forward. His dick entered so easily, I was in paradise. However, being a safe sex guy, I automatically blurted out "You should put a condom. Now." "Don't worry, I will, I'm just opening your hole. I'll put on a condom before we get into serious fucking." I guess I was easily convinced as, when his dick had reached balls deep, and after he had administered some additional poppers, he started to fuck me raw and I couldn't object. It was by far the best fuck I ever experienced - the sensation of his skin in my ass made me feel so close with him. I managed to ask him not to cum inside my hole, and he agreed, even as he continued fucking me. Few minutes later, as he was fucking me, he asked "I am going to cum soon, do you want me to cum on your chest?" I was so horny, this fuck blow minded me. I wanted his cum inside my hole, so I responded "No, please, keep fucking me. Cum in my hole. I want your cum in my ass." Then, for the first time ever, I felt a raw dick cumming in my ass. It felt amazing. He wasn't a romantic, however. Climbing off, he stepped into the shower without saying a word, leaving me on the bed, my ass filled with cum. I stayed there for a minute, then put my clothes on, and left before his shower was over. I haven't tried bareback again since that day.

It was a typical summer night. Three of of my buddies, Trent, Dave and Joey and I were out raising hell and causing trouble. It was a very warm night and we decided to hop a back yard fence and use the pool for some skinny dipping. We figured, given the late hour, we could get in and out without being noticed. In the dark we all stripped of our clothing and shoes and we quietly slipped into the pool for some skinny dipping. We were swimming around for a few minutes when I dove under the water to cool of my head. When I came up my buddies were jumping out of the water, grabbing their clothes and jumping back over the fence. I was slow to react since I was in the middle of the pool, with no clue as to what was going on. When I realized that the guy who lived there was on the back deck it was impossible for me to escape. “YOU THERE IN THE POOL. COME HERE!” I was busted. I got out, still naked and dripping wet. I figured I’d get a stern talking too and be on my way. Boy was I wrong. “Get your skinny ass in the house boy!” “Can I grab my clothes, Sir?” “No ya can’t. Now move it!” I walked my naked 5’8”, thin, 18 year old body through the back patio door with the large man of over 6’ who probably out-weighed me by a good 100 pounds. He followed me in and shut the patio door after he walked through the door. “What the fuck do ya think you were doing in my pool boy? Didn’t ya see the ‘NO TRESPASSING' signs posted?” I was able to honestly answer him, “No sir, I didn't see any signs. We were just very hot and thought we’d take a quick dip in the pool and leave before anyone noticed.” “Well boy you’re wrong. Now it’s time to call the cops and have them arrest you for trespassing.” "Please sir, don’t call the police. I promise I’ll never do anything like this again.” “Boy, you gotta learn not to be where you ain’t allowed.” I began to cry and pleaded once again “Please sir, don’t call the police. I’ll do anything you ask, but I can’t get in trouble with the police.” An evil grin crossed his face as he said “Ok boy, come with me.” He led me down a staircase to the basement. When we hit the bottom he turned on the lights and I looked around and was scared at all I saw. On one wall was a couple beams in an ‘X’ with straps hanging from chains at each end, there was (what looked like) a swing hanging from the ceiling in one corner, a strange looking leather padded bench in another corner and a tiled shower area in the third corner. Hanging on one of the walls was an assortment of whips, leather straps and chains along with an assortment of dildos. To say I was scared would be putting it mildly. By now this big man was behind me and had me by the neck as he maneuvered me over to the cross. He placed restraints around my wrists and ankles and stretched my arms above lifting me off the floor. He then went over and picked up a whip of some kind from the wall. “That’s a fine ass ya got there boy. This is gone be fun…..for me it will. Ain’t no body gone hear ya scream boy this room is sound proof so go ahead and scream for cute little ass off. And don’t worry boy, I ain’t gone cut you.” After he said that I felt the first strike of the whip. I let out a good scream and he hit me again. I am not sure how many lashes I took, but I knew my back was red and sore. I was sure I was bleeding but I never felt anything dripping down my back. The restraints were left on my wrists and ankles as he led me over to the sing hanging from the ceiling. He lifted me up into it and I laid back in it as he attached my wrists and ankles to the chains hanging from above. He looked down at me and said; “Now we're gonna have some fun.” He reached over to a table next to us and pulled out a little baggie I figured to be crystal meth. I began to panic and wish I had let him call the cops on me. I began to plead with him; “Please sir, I don’t want to do any drugs.” “But boy, you said you’d do anything I ask, and I am asking and you are doing.” He then pulled out a syringe and a piece of rubber. He placed the meth in the syringe and added water. As the meth dissolved in the water he worked the rubber around my arm really tight. I felt the coolness of an alcohol swab on my arm, watched as he stuck the needle in my arm and drew back a little bit of blood. Then he pushed the plunger down making all of the contents disappear into my arm. He pulled the rubber off and I felt a rush of warmth into my throat and I coughed really hard. I looked down to see him with his head between my legs as I felt him lick and finger my ass hole. Man did that feel good. For some strange reason I was very horny mad loving what he was doing. I felt strange, as if I needed something stuck inside deep into my ass. I started to moan the more he licked, sucked and fingered my ass. When he stood up I could see that he was now naked. He had removed his shorts and shirt while he was working on my hole with his mouth and fingers. He looked me dead in the eye and I knew what was coming, I wanted what was coming. No words were spoken as I felt his cock press against my hole. With little effort on his part it began to enter me. I felt it as he slid inside me and thought ‘this must be what my girlfriend feels when I slide my dick in her pussy’. I watched his face as he began to pump in and out of my ass. I can’t believe that it felt wonderful to have him inside me. Did this mean I was gay or at least bi. He pumped away at me for most of the night. Every so often he would reach down and twist my nipples, pull on my balls or stroke my soft cock. Every so often he would stop and give me some more meth to keep me high. I was really loving this shit. Being in the basement I couldn’t tell when the sun came up but when he stopped fucking me and said “That’s enough for tonight boy. You have enough cum inside you to make your ass mine.” Before he let me out of the sling he grabbed a long dildo and worked it deep into my ass. Then he let me out of the sling and took me over to the shower area in the corner. He had me get on my knees and stuck his soft cock in my mouth. He said one simple command, “Drink” as he began to slowly piss in my mouth. At first I was disgusted with the idea, but it didn’t taste that bad. I began slurping it down as quickly as he filled my mouth. When he was finished he told me; “You’re gonna bring your buddies over here one by one so that I can punish them like I punished you.” If this was punishment, I wanted more!!!

This story is a fantasy of mine. It is also only the second story I've posted. I apologize in advance to the grammar police! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have been growing more and more bold with my sexual urges and what porn at which I look, which means I've been pushing my boundaries further and further. I've even been hooking up with random guys, however, not until the first time I was stealthed did I realize I wanted it bare. That realization led me to BBRT and Breeding Zone, where I chatted with a few guys, even getting to the point of planning a hook-up, but each time I backed out, afraid of the risks. After a handful of such failed hook-ups, I found myself chatting with a guy who was my approximate age, who seemed to be a nice guy. We got to know each other, and in the process he mentioned he was poz, which led me to tell him of the several instances where I had backed-out of hook-ups as my fear of being pozzed held me back. At that time we both went onto BBRT and looked at the guys with whom I had earlier been chatting. We discussed how hot the various guys were, and speculated what it would be like to get fucked by one or all of them. After some time of this we agreed to meet up have a few drinks and, if possible, to jack off together. That was something to which I could commit myself. On the day we had agreed to get together, he contacted me, asking if he could fuck me, assuring me, however, we would use protection. I agreed, but reiterated I was serious about playing safe. I showered and headed to his place. Arriving at his door, I rang the bell, only to wait a surprising amount of time, but when he opened the door he was clearly damp, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hi, sorry for the delay," he commented as he gestured me into his apartment, adding "I was still showering when you rang. Let me make you a drink before I get dressed. Make yourself comfortable, where ever," he finished, gesturing vaguely at his Murphy bed, which was still open. As he stepped away, I stripped off my clothing, stripping down to my jock strap, in the process noticing the restraints which were fastened to the headboard of his bed frame. As I knew he liked bondage, I didn't think much of them, instead I focused on the bareback porn that was playing on his flat screen, jerking myself a bit just to get into the mood. About then he came back into the room, this time carrying two drinks - oh, and his towel had disappeared, and his rock hard, thick, cut eight inch cock was sporting a condom. Handing me a drink, he took a sip of his. "Already wrapped up?" I asked. "Yeah, thought it would put you at ease. I want you to understand I'm a man of my word." Honestly, his tone was so honest and relaxed I was quite relieved, and took a deep chug of my drink, which naturally went straight to my head, or so it seemed as I immediately felt the impact of the alcohol. Setting his drink down, and likewise relieving me of mine, he opened our session by kissing me as he also found a tube of lube and prepped my ass and his cock. "No foreplay, I take it?" "No, I just want to get right to it. I haven't had a good fuck in a while. In fact I've been holding myself back since we decided to get together." He then flipped me over slid into my hole. Fuck, his cock was amazing thick. It honestly felt like he was tearing me a new hole, almost as he was tearing me in half. Fortunately the drink, which was apparently even stronger than I had realized, dulled my response to a loud grunt as he hit bottom. Then he started to pick up his pace, pulling all the way out and slamming back in repeatedly. The pain gradually transitioned into pleasure, especially as my hole seemed to be getting progressively slicker. I was definitely enjoying myself, even as I seemed to be getting increasingly light-headed, but I do recall his comment "Ooops, looks like the condom broke. Want me to stop? I can't hear you. Maybe it's what I put in the drink. Oh, well. You're gonna love this!" When I came to the room was pitch black, so while I couldn't see anything, I could tell I was a bit groggy, and my crotch and ass felt wet and sticky. I also realized my hands and feet were restrained, and somehow it felt like a gag was wrapped over my mouth. He had apparently bound me face-down sometime after I passed out. Then his cock rammed into my ass. Not only was he still fucking me, but I could tell from the head of his cock on my cheeks that he wasn't wearing a condom. The condom broke? Was that was he said? He's poz! I thrashed about a bit, but to little avail. Not only was I bound, the gag was effectively muffling me. My helplessness must of turned him on more because he pounding even deeper and harder, tearing my hole apart. Then I heard a different voice remark "Ah, looks like he's awake! Just in time to take my gift too!" I panicked at the realization a completely unknown guy was fucking me, especially his use of the word 'gift'. I might not have known exactly what he meant, but I had good reason to distrust this situation. "I told you I'm a man of my word," the familiar voice said as he rubbed his cummy cock all over my face. "You lead all those guys on, telling each guy he could tear your hole apart and give you his load, but you always backed out. Well, now you can't, and you've already taken eight poz loads while you were sleeping. What's another ten (or twenty)?" I really started to buck, trying to get free, but the guy fucking me put me in a choke hold, slamming harder than I had ever before felt. "Oh, boy, you're not going anywhere. You said you wanted this ten incher to tear you apart, and that's what you're gonna get!. Fuck, I'm about to cum!" I burst into tears which soaked into the blind fold as I felt him give one last slam into my ass, deeper than anything I had ever before felt, his cock pulsating as he filled me with his cum, his poz cum. "That's it, boy. I saved that load for a few days - just for you." With that he withdrew, but before I even felt the fresh air on my ass, another cock had slid in. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That's all I have time for now. If you want me to finish the story, just let me know. Thanks!

FEELING LOW, FEELING HIGH (How Low Will I Go . . . continued) Well there was no surprise what happened about a week later: I woke up feeling like shit. Worse than shit. I was sweaty and feverish and achy all over. Yup, the fuck flu was beginning to kick my ass. Despite the fatigue, I had enough mental brain power to do a little calendar calculation in my head. I supposed it is possible that taking all of those loads from the AIDS patients at the hospice could infect me severely enough to kick in after a week. Could it? Part of me was still thinking (and maybe hoping) that it was from that first day, with that first skinny wasting man who passed me off at the bathhouse. I knew my 'hope' was a little stupid - it could have come from any of them. Or Stu or David. Or a combination. I could be carrying all of their HIV babies all at once! My stomach was rolling and my mind was spinning. Actually, that was the room. I was thinking too hard about it: I had gotten what I wanted. What was next? I really did feel like shit, but my dick was standing at full mast and I was fucking horny, knowing I was finally a part of The Brotherhood. Even though I really didn’t have the energy, I dragged my sickly ass out of bed, cleaned myself up (and out), pulled on a jock strap, a pair of nylon trackies and a tee shirt, then headed out. I wanted to go back to where it all began. So I hopped a cab just outside of my building. The cabbie kept eyeing me in the rear view mirror and after a minute or so kindly asked “You feeling alright, buddy?” “I’m, uh, just a little under the weather,” I replied, "but nothing to worry about. I’m on my way to get a little more . . . medicine.” He dropped me off at the corner and I walked the few doors down to the black door of the hidden bathhouse. I carefully made my way down the stairs, praying that my legs would hold me up all the way down. The same guy was behind the desk and I slipped him the entrance fee. He squinted at me. He knew. “You okay?” he asked. I wondered just what answer was the right one in these circumstances. T o hell with it. “Fuck flu,” I blurted out. Just then out came the first guy from that first time, the frail and sick looking one. He was smiling at me, and his cock stood mighty and hard. “Time to finish what we started,” he said in a husky voice. He didn’t give me time to undress or find somewhere more comfortable to fuck. He simply pulled me around the corner, yanked my pants down and entered my ass, slam-fucking me hard, with only the precum from his big cock as lube. I was too exhausted to make much of a fuss over the discomfort, and besides, it always feels great to have a man up in my hole, even if it was, on occasion, a literal pain in the ass. For such a slight looking man, his hands gripped my hips quite strongly, his bony fingers digging into me while his big bone dug into my greedy fuck hole. He slammed into me hard, really hard, clearly trying to tear me up inside so that he could ensure a clear path of travel for his potent toxic seed to enter into me again. I closed my eyes for a minute, basking in the hypnotic sound of our skin smacking into one another again and again. I could have died right then and there and would have been one happy pig. He pounded my insides to mush, and he was sweating quite a bit and breathing hard, so I knew that it wouldn’t be much longer. His grip on my hips grew painful as he growled like some sort of wounded animal, his cock swelling inside of me and depositing his viral load into me once again, most certainly impregnating me. He remained in side my ass until his cock grew soft and slid out of my wet and sloppy hole on its own accord. Reaching down, the guy reached down and massaged the cum that had leaked out into my swollen and tender ass. I had expected the other guys who had come to watch to step up and take their turns on me but, much to my disappointment, they didn’t. Instead, he pulled my pants back into place and led me out front where he put his clothes on and guided me back the way I’d come. Turning to him I asked “What’s going on?” “I’ve got something special in mind for you,” he replied with an evil glint in his eyes. Well my initial disappointment vanished instantly and my cock sprang back to life. We took our time slowly ascended the stairs up to street level. I think that we both felt like shit, but somehow we both walked unhindered, and he guided me to a nearby park. I had been by here before but usually avoided it, having seen some of the wasted burn-out types who hung out there all the time. After having been used like a whore as I have been lately, I knew now that I was in no position to judge them. It also occurred to me that I still didn’t know the guy's name but I was following him around like a lost puppy. And he seemed to know a lot of the guys we passed. Perhaps he was one of them. I wondered if that was how he got infected, sharing needles or something. “You think you’ve gone down the rabbit hole? ou've only just stepped through the entrance,” he commented, smirking. “I can tell that you are not the type of pig who will be satisfied until you’re completely degraded and trashed.” My mind was telling me that I didn’t like the sounds of that, but I couldn’t ignore the enormous tent sticking out in front of my pants. Damn this thing sometimes! “We could have stayed at the bathhouse and let all of those guys used you again. But let's face it - been there, done that. You need something new, don’t you? Something . . . more? My heart was pounding hard and my breathing was already more of a pant. How did this guy get into my head like that? I just nodded at him, knowing that everything he said about me was right. I would trust that he would know just what it would take to satisfy my inner pig. He finally stopped at a group of some seven guys, all looking really rough and tough. They didn’t look to be homeless, just really sort of seedy looking. I guess they were just hanging out looking for something to do. Or some-ONE. He pulled one guy away and spoke very quietly to him for several minutes. Every so often they would both look over at me, and the man he was talking to would raise his eyebrows sometimes or smirk at me. When they finished whispering, they both looked at me and said, “Let’s go,” and I, along with the others, walked over to a beat up old van at the other end of the park. It was filthy inside and the back had no seats. One of the guys, a big man who was real hairy bear, grabbed hold of me and pulled me to his lap. “Why don’t you sit on me until we get there?” he growled into my ear. I figured ‘Fine, I’m sure his lap is much more comfortable than the floor’, so I smiled at him. “Well go ahead, lose the pants,” he snapped at me. Duh, he really wanted me to sit on him! Also fine by me, so I stood and shucked off my pants, and then straddled his lap, working his already hard cock out of his pants. One load in my hole helped get his fat uncut cock into my hungry hole. And I do mean fat. He wasn’t longer than seven inches, but he had to be more than that around! I fucking loved feeling his cock stretch my hole open wide. I leaned my head back and smiled to myself, not even particularly aware of the other guys watching me. Only his cock and my hole. He started talking to me, so I snapped out of my personal daze and looked at his face. He was actually quite handsome. I have always loved a bear. He didn’t look skinny enough to be a junkie, not that I had much experience. I’ve always been a lightweight when it comes to substances. “You are a good little whore, aren’t ya'?” he asked, adding “Fuck, your ass feels good on my cock. I’m going to enjoy using you plenty,” he growled as he thrust his hips up to get as much of his cock into my hole as was possible. He continued to growl and rut up into my lusting hole, but after a few minutes I tuned into the other guys complaining to him that he was hogging the hole. Evidently they all wanted their turn. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Get off,” he said to me, shoving me off of his still throbbing dick. My friend who had brought me to these guys was sitting up front with the driver and one other man, so that left me in the back with four guys other than the one who had already been in me. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.... I didn’t have to bother choosing between them, as the first guy nearest me tossed me down to me knees, shuffled on his knees behind me and hammered his dick balls deep inside me. I howled from the shock of it. He wasn’t all that big, but I wasn’t wide open and gaping just yet so my hole needed to adjust to the sudden invasion. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he snarled, ramming into me over and over again. He pounded me like this for just a couple of minutes and then I was dragged onto the next guy, and the next and the next. By this time my hole had loosened up good and was feeling really sloppy. Also by this time we had reached our destination. The van stopped and the side door slid wide open, exposing me in all of my nakedness to anyone who might pass by. The man who I now recognized as the leader of the group (and the driver of the van) grabbed my clothes from the floor of the van and just nodded his head in the direction of the house where we were parked. Luckily as I peeked out I couldn’t see any other houses in close proximity, so I didn’t have to worry about making the naked sprint to the front door. I could feel cum from my first fuck (plus all of their precum and surely some blood) trickling down the insides of my legs as I walked, and my cock got stiffer. Something about feeling cum running down my legs reminds me that I was a whore, which excited me more than ever. They led me down to a rough and unfinished basement, with little in the way of furniture. Or light, for that matter. Just a beat up old sofa, a few folding chairs, and some exposed metal posts and wooden beams. Charming. The leader suddenly grabbed my hands and in a flash, before I could register what was happening, he had me chained to one of the metal posts in the middle of the room. From there he sauntered over to a dark corner where I heard him dragging something. Then he and one of the other guys picked it up -looked to me like they’d build their own fuck bench. Two of the other guys took hold of my legs and lifted me up in the air, which made me feel very much like a frog: arms out in front of me, legs back and splayed, stomach facing down. The fuck bench was slid in place under me and I was set down on top of it. “This’ll be your home until we’re done with you,” the leader said, patting the bench. “Almost all of us have had a turn in you, but not quite. But as none of us have unloaded in you yet, we‘ve got some work ahead of us.” With that, I could hear him unbuckling his pants and saw him kick them off to the side. He entered me and took hold of my hips while he took his time in me. It was a very good fuck, not rough, but not slow and tender either. Just good quality dick in a hungry pig hole. He had stamina, too. He kept it up for a good 20-30 minutes and wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. Another 10 minutes and he leaned himself down on top of me so he could whisper in my ear. “I just got back from Cuba a couple of months ago. I brought something back with me . . . and it didn't come from the duty-free,” he told me, in a cross between a whisper and a growl, his breath so hot and stimulating against my ear. I felt an instant rush slam through my body. This guy was seriously telling me that he was a carrier of the Cuban strain? I felt a moment of panic, but shoved it down just as quickly. It was what it was. I was a cumwhore, made to take loads - all of them. And I had heard many guys were deliberately seeking out the deadly and untreatable Cuban strain. "Please, fill me with you poison seed!" I yelled. "Come on, knock me up with that toxic cum!!" “Here it cums, slut, my fucking deadly cum going inside you,” he growled in my ear as I felt him tense and his cock expanded and exploded inside me, filling me with his intensely viral seed. My balls exploded at that exact moment, emptying into my mesh jock strap and leaking out in a puddle beneath me. I just dropped my head, moaned through our simultaneous orgasms, and revelled in the entire feeling of freedom and pig sex that had eluded me my entire life. Now I was the way I was meant to be. Over the course of the next couple of hours the guys all had their turns on me, and I learned that they met at a special clinic that was studying the most deadly and untreatable of all HIV strains out there. And they all came together to combine their DNA into some seriously effective and highly toxic strain of HIV. Inside of my body. Yes, the terror was still there, but it didn’t stamp out the sheer lust and thrill that consumed me. I was a bitch in heat now, and no deadly strain was going to stop me from being the biggest cumwhore I could possibly be. The guys actually kept me there for a couple of days, letting me move around freely only long enough to stretch my legs and to rehydrate. No food. I was fucked beyond fucked. My asshole was now a permanently gaping sloppy cavern, and the guys could just dive balls deep into me with not even a flinch from me. I could still feel them inside of me, but I’d been stretched and torn up enough to be able to accommodate anything. But it was that Cuban load that really opened the floodgates to all of the depravity that I experienced over the course of those couple of days. Maybe I’ll get into a little more detail . . .

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It's gotten to the point where I can't even watch porn if there's a condom. I GO SOFT seeing a condom! The guy could be the hottest twink or sexiest daddy...if there's a condom? It ruins the whole thing! And, no offense, but that goes for real life too. Hottest youngest twink...older sexy motherfucking daddy? Hot. Except if there's a condom. I love cum! It doesn't deserve to be wasted in a fucking rubber! Just saying.

Its been a really busy few days on vacation down on the farm ... always plenty to see and do. It all started when we got Jed to do some groundwork with his big bucket ...... Then Andy had to lift up a container with a sling & pulley, ready for plugging ...... We found the two agency guys in the barn erecting a scaffold ..... ...... so that Jed, our plumber could get into the loft to inspect the tank ..... ..... it all got a bit more interesting when Dave dropped his hammer and nails ....

I am a sub masc asian bottom, handsome, 29 years old and 145 pounds and fit with a great ass and hole. The combination of my cocktail, as usual, had turned me into the biggest submissive cock slut bottom so I was looking to get bred. For the longest time most people were not very responsive, but this one Mexican top guy who was around my age and tall with a nice thick cock kept open the line of communication but was unfortunately really looking for a 3 person group (2 tops and 1 bottom). I had given up hope when he stated that he couldn't find anyone and that was it getting late and that he was heading to bed. 20 minutes shortly after that message, I got a text saying he'd found another top: a 30 y/o handsome beautiful Black man who was not only buff and well proportioned, but also had a beautiful big cock to go along with it. The two were interested in sharing me, taking turns tagging my hole, and in 15 minutes we all met up at the Mexican top's place. The moment we get through his door I strip out of my black tank top and drop my shorts (not wearing any underwear) to stand fully nude in front of our lovely Mexican host. I get on my knees like a good sub btm, unbuckle his pants and fish out a nice thick uncut cock. Immediately I envelope it with my mouth, alternating between going all the way down to the shaft and then making little licks along the side of the shaft and the base, all the while looking up. The Black guy rejoins us from the bathroom and he too, gets undressed and I shift my attention to the nice 8" cut piece of meat pointing straight at me. I am in heaven as i have a cock in each hand, making sure to give each one ample attention from my mouth. Looking up and seeing these two tops standing over me while I serviced their cocks was such a big turn on for me and for them, that soon we moved it to the next level. Mexican top got behind me and brought me back to a standing position before bending me forward so that he could go to town rimming my hole. His tongue was so intrusive; these weren't gentle licks but rather directed tongue thrusts with the intent of getting my hole nice and wet and open for what was to come next. While he was doing that, the Black top stood in front of me as I clung to his thighs to steady myself from the force of the rim job. He gently waved that wonderful black cock in front of my face as a signal that I should be servicing it appropriately with my mouth. This went on for some time before I could sense that I was about to do what I was there to do. I felt some cold lube being applied to my hole from behind, and I quickly reached for my poppers. As i began to take my first inhales, I could feel that firm Mexican cock head nudge against my hole, poised and ready to begin its first entry in my hole. With the poppers hitting, I let out a soft plea to "give it to me, fuck my Asian hole with your raw Mexican cock." He pushed in, slowly at first, but then without stopping he steadily sank his cock all the way to the hilt, burying it deep in my ass. I bucked forward from the pressure and sudden fullness, only to have the big black cock shoved into my throat. In the midst of my getting impaled on both ends, my eyes glanced at the closet mirrors that were reflecting our fuck, and I found myself turned on even more seeing a thick brown cock sliding in and out, disappearing in my hole from behind, and a big black cock doing the same in front as I swallowed as much of it as I could. This was heaven. The two tops tag teamed me for the better half the night, each taking turns to fuck me from behind doggy style; my face down and ass up and elevated; facing forward with my back arched as I hooked my legs underneath theirs for better leverage for me to back my ass towards their cocks. It wasn't long though, that I received my first load from the Black top with my laying on my back with my legs pulled back, and he pounding my ass. I love this position because it gives me the best view to see the tops cock disappear to the hilt inside my hole, and also I can look up and see his expression as he's feeling the breed build up. In a sudden exclamation he let me know he was cumming in me, and I immediately hook my legs around him, pulling him and his cock deep in me and ask him to not pull out just yet. He obliges and does some slow thrusting to further plant his cum deep in my hole before pulling out. Immediately, the Mexican top, who had been watching and enjoying the show, told me to get on all fours and proceeded to do some hard piston fucking. By this time my hole was fairly sloppy with the Black top's cum serving as extra lube, but even then I couldn't help letting a few moans of pain and pleasure escape with each forceful thrust. He liked to change positions frequently. He next positioned me onto my back with one leg down and one leg up, resting on his shoulder as he drove his raw cock in me without break. From there he shifted me onto my side, a position that allowed me to gaze in amazement and wonder at how easily his thick Mexican cock was now rapidly sliding in and out of my hole with little resistance. He finally shot his load and fucked his cum deep inside me in that position with a bit of extra roughplay when he looked straight into my eyes with his hands around my neck as he pounded his load deep. Definitely the best 3 some I have ever had: good chemistry all around, beautiful men with beautiful cocks, and 2 loads deposited in my hole to let me know that they own it. Below are the pics from the encounter where both tops demonstrate how much they enjoy shoving their raw cocks deep to the hilt.

another important factor in the effects is Cialis is potent longer as it has a longer half life (the amount of time it takes a dose of a drug to become half its current concentration. I get liquid Cialis from a peptide site and use it at varying times. I've tried to keep its use away from my fisting experiences though i use poppers so lightly i'm starting to think it won't be a big problem with both. Using the Viagra gives you the short term extra umph on top the Cialis and the cialis takes longer to wear off so you get hard the next day easy. Add some testosterone to your life (and low test can cause ED) and you'll be a walking sex pig like me ;-)

Part 7 (Corruption in the Basement) Luke had just been fucked raw and bred by Matt as they were now ready to take him into the basement play room. Matt quickly pulled his cock out of Luke's well seeded hole only to be quickly replaced by a butt plug to make sure that nothing would leak out as they moved the action to the play room. Steve went on a head as Luke was helped to his feet and guided inside and down the dark basement stairs. When they hit the bottom of the stair case as their eyes adjusted to the low light provided by a couple black light bulbs and two 42" flat panel TV's. In the middle of the room was Luke's 'home' (so to speak) for the remainder of his corruption. Steve looked at Luke and simply said "GET YOUR NEG ASS IN THAT SLING BITCH!". Matt assisted him in getting situated in the sling just how he knew Steve wanted him with his ass slightly hanging over the edge, his legs spread wide, ankles and wrists restrained to the chains that supported the sling from the basement ceiling. Once Luke was situated his ass was raised slightly to allow for gravity to do its work in not only keeping what ever cum was deposited inside him but to let it move deeper into his colon. Luke never spoke a word as one of the screens began to play Steve's collection of home made porn of previous corruption of innocent, straight kids like Luke Luke was surprised as the video on the second screen began to play as he recognized the room as his studio apartment. There he was on the bed smoking the pipe Matt had given him the night before and stoking his dick. As he watched the scene change to when Matt joined him and began sucking his dick for the first time Steve again spoke to him, "IF YOU DON'T DO AS I SAY THIS VIDEO WILL BE SENT TO EVERY MEMBER OF YOUR FAMILY AND YOU WILL DISAPPEAR FOR EVER. I HAVE A CLIENT WHO WANTS TO PAY ME A LOT OF MONEY FOR YOU. BUT I KNOW I CAN MAKE 10 TIMES AS MUCH WITH YOU WORKING FOR ME. BUT IF YOU DON'T LISTEN, I WILL ACCEPT HIS OFFER, CRATE YOU UP AND SHIP YOU TO HIM NEVER TO BE HEARD FROM AGAIN. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR BITCH?" While Steve was telling this to Luke Matt had tied a rubber tube tightly on Luke's bicep and had another slam ready to administer. Although this one was only half the size of Luke's first slam that he had only be given less than 30 minutes earlier, it was enough to fuck the boy up royally. Matt slid the point into Luke's vein as Steve finished his little speech to (their soon to be) whore. They wasted no time in removing the tight tubbing bring Luke into a new euphoric rush as he coughed out and attempted to focus his eyes on his surrounding. Luke could now hear a definite ringing in his ears as he was lost in what he was going to need daily, a nice slam of Tina. It was now Steve's turn to breed the former virgin. He immediately got between Luke's legs, pulled the butt plug out and and slammed his cock in balls deep. Luke was so fucking high by this point the new hard cock entering his seeded ass caused him to begin to moan like a cheap whore. Compared to Matt's cock, Steve had almost a full inch on length but definitely over an inch on girth. Steve was impressed at how nice, tight and warm Luke's as felt. While Steve fucked away at Luke's former virgin ass Matt was able to move to the bound boy's head. The way the sling was configured it was in a way that allowed access to Luke's mouth. It was time to teach the boy to suck cock (and hopefully get him to loose his gag reflex). Matt was still semi-hard (with help from Viagra) and able to give Luke's mouth and throat a good workout as Steve continued to pound away at his ass when suddenly there was a buzz heard. Matt knew it was their guests for the evening and hurried up stairs to let them inside. Steve had invited just about every gay boy on campus he knew to join in the final phase of Luke's corruption, a gang bang of his (soon to be no longer) neg ass. Steve's guests all knew to be on time since no once else would be let inside the house once they were all down in the play room. Matt was pleasantly surprised to see 'Nerd Boy' walking through the door. He remembered how much he enjoyed fucking the kid and now that he knew the joys of getting fucked along with the size of 'Nerd Boy's' cock, he was secretly hoping to be on the receiving end of what he gave a few weeks back. While Matt was taking care of the guests upstairs Steve leaned in and after a nice hard slap to get the moaning Luke's attention he said "FOCUS FAG! I WANT TO BE SURE YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOU NEXT. WE WILL SOON BE JOINED BY A GROUP OF MY GOOD FRIENDS. THEY ARE HERE TO ASSIST IN YOUR BECOMING MY PROPERTY. THAT'S RIGHT I NOW OWN YOUR ASS AS I DEMONSTRATED WITH THE VIDEO I HAVE. WHAT THAT MEANS IS YOUR ASS WORKS FOR ME AND I WILL RENT IT OUR TO ANYONE WHO HAS THE CASH TO PAY THE PRICE TO HAVE IT FOR THEIR USE." Steve paused to slap Luke once more before continuing, "THE IMPORTANT FACT I WANT TO GET THROUGH THAT DRUGGED UP BRAIN OF YOURS RIGHT NOW IS THAT EVERYONE STANDING AROUND YOU IS HIV+. YOUR PITIFUL PLEA TO MATT WHEN HE FUCKED YOU BY THE POOL TO PUT ON A CONDOM THEN BEGGING HIM NOT TO CUM INSIDE YOU WAS USELESS. HE FILLED YOUR NEG ASS WITH A WEEKS WORTH OF HIS UNMEDICATED POZ CUM THAT I'M SURE HAS ALREADY TAKEN ROOT. TO INSURE YOUR CONVERSION MY FRIENDS HERE WILL ALL ADD THEIR OWN POZ CUM. EACH ONE WILL ASK YOU TO BEG FOR THEIR DIRTY SEED, THEIR CHARGED LOAD, IF YOU WANT TO GET PREGNANT, KNOCKED UP. I EXPECT YOU TO NOT JUST ASK THEM FOR THEIR CUM, BUT TO BEG FOR IT. I WANT TO HEAR YOU START BEGGING ME FOR MY LOAD, BEG ME TO KNOCK YOU UP RIGHT NOW. IF YOU DON'T DO THIS I SWEAR I WILL CUT OFF YOUR BALLS RIGHT HERE AND NOW!" Which Steve accentuated by roughly grabbing Luke's balls with a firm hand and pulled on them hard. Back up on the main floor Matt reminded their guests that although the bound kid in the sling may have looked under age, it was a fact that he was 18 years old as ever one stripped down and stored their clothes in numbers bag which Matt secured inside a locked closet before making their way into the basement playroom. As the group of a men descended the stairs they could already hear Luke saying, "Please Sir, give me your poz seed, I want to get knocked up, I need the gift of your charged load." Steve always made of show of this as all of the guests were now gathered around to watch as he began to long dick the helpless, restrained Luke. Steve was pulling his 8" thick cock completely out of Luke's ass before slamming back in as he was getting ready to breed the bound boy. Luke kept asking to be pozzed as Steve had told him to do. Steve looked down at his brand new whore and yelled out, "READY OR NOT TAKE MY AIDS CUM YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!", as he slammed balls deep inside depositing his own weeks worth of poz cum as his entire body shook from his orgasm. As soon as Steve pulled out one of his friends who were there to join in on Luke's corruption quickly took his place as those in the group began to get high. Some began to hit the numerous pipes laying around as others found fresh points, Tina and sterile water. Matt wanted to get to know 'Nerd Boy' better and when he saw him grab a point, fill it with some Tina he did the same making sure to find the object of his current obsession (besides corrupting Luke). Steve helped Matt learn his tollerance when it came to slamming Tina and still being able to fucntion as a top. He had his prepared point as he found a space next to 'Nerd Boy'. The two made eye contact as they both were getting ready to slam themselves. They paused for the moment so that Matt could learn that 'Nerd Boy's' real name was James and he wasn't the total bottom that Matt was led to believe. Matt let James know that he had been shown the joys of bottoming and was no longer a total top eliciting a smile from his new friend. They shared a quick smile as they tightened rubber tubbing on their bicep and mutually slammed at the same time pulling the tubbing off their arms together. They then enjoyed their mutual rush while hearing Luke continue to ask to be pozzed. The only rule Steve had was that all cum was to go inside Luke's ass. Other then that, everyone was free to explore each other which Matt and James began to do. The only thing James asked was that if he was to fuck and cum inside Luke he couldn't be fucked. That gave Matt an idea and he invited James back to his apartment after the gang bang. James agreed as the guy who had replaced Steve inside Luke howled as he unloaded his cum deep inside the corrupted boy. Luke spent the next day and a half getting seeded multiple times by every guy that was there while Matt made sure to keep him plenty high with repeated slams. He even took a double penetration from Matt and James as they fucked him together. Steve could tell that his friends were ready to head their own way he knew it was time to take his new piece of property on a test run at the rest stop just outside of town. He knew it would be filled with truckers and married men needing a place to unload and he planned to get $20 for each one who wanted to fuck his new whore.

Got a call from the world's greatest fuckbuddy. He's beautiful to me. Smart. Funny. Poz. Twisted. He has a true gift for fucktalk, incredibly sweet and totally nasty at the same time. And he always does something to surprise me. This time, he had a plug holding two poz loads from other buddies in his hole. Did i wanna stir them up, push them in deeper with my big fat cock, and add my maybe-still-neg cum into the mix? Yes. I asked if he'd be interested in transferring all that from himself into me, plus his own magic seed. Hell yes. So he came over, slowly pulled the plug out and licked it off. I don't have to tell you how beautiful and alive just-fucked ass is when the blood is still throbbing through it, the hole is swollen and tender, and just a bit of treasure is dribbling out. I licked it up and kissed him gently. My cock was so hard I thought the skin might split as I slid raw all the way into his hot, gooey slot. It was just too much heaven. I knew I wouldn't last very long, so I rammed him hard, all the way in and all the way out. I looked into his eyes and said, "Tell me about the men who just fucked you, whore." Seems that just before the second one shot, he leaned in and whispered, "I went off my meds six months ago." When I heard that, I shot too. I hated to do it, but I finally puled out, and he cleaned off my cock like a good cumslut should, then licked his way down and started eating my ass, something he does like no one else-- light licks, brief nibbles, intense suction, full tongue insertion, until the world is only his mouth and my hole. I put my lips on his ravaged slit and was rewarded with a mouthful of glorious mess. My head began to swim. I pulled him up and pressed my mouth to his, feeding all of it to him. He whimpered. "Don't swallow," I warned him, "Recycle." He pried my ass apart with his hands and slammed his face onto it. I could feel the lot of it --spit, sweat, old lube, two poz and one maybe loads--being funneled into me. And I certainly felt his fat, blunt billyclub of a cock going bare into me, all the way down to the root without pausing once. This was not a tender moment. I think I actually screamed. He grabbed me by the throat and locked his eyes on mine as he thrust harder and harder into me. "I told them what a sweet slut you are. Wanna put out for their gang? Dozen or so poz guys taking turns on you. I'd fuckin' love to show you off to them." Oh fuck yeah. "You gonna watch me take it?" "I'm gonna fuck you first and last, and I wanna film the whole thing." Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. His cock pleases me like no other ever has. It simply fits inside me perfectly-- perfect stretch, perfect penetration, perfect stimulation. I wish he could fuck me forever. He usually lasts 30-45 minutes, alternating between romantic passion and relentless brutality. He finally came, and as always I loved feeling each and every one of his loaded, dirty poz spurts flooding my tunnel. As has become part of our ritual, I spun around and licked his cock clean while he soothed my battered, bruised hole with his now-gentle lips and tongue. I don't have to tell you about the delicious, complex taste of our next kiss. Two cocks, two asses and four loads swirling around from mouth to mouth, passed back and forth over and over again and again until nothing was left. It was, as always, both comforting and arousing. What else was left but to fuck each other again?

Dad’s Basement Part Eleven “Be ready for what, Son” “Anything Garrett” I mumbled in my sleep. “Anything?” “Garrett said anything” “Morning” “Dad” I said jumping up in bed. He was kneeling next to my bed, fully dressed for work, grinning ear to ear. It was morning, almost seven. “Son, any plans today?” he asked. “Well…..” “Ten a.m. Garrett is picking you up.” “You know” He lifted his phone, showing me the text messages from Garrett. Fuck, why was he being sneaky last night. “Garrett felt guilty trying to sneak you out to his favorite book store so he text me this morning for permission” Dad said, standing up. “Shit” I said, “Can I go Dad?” “Have fun Squirt, just tell me all the whorey details” he said laughing, “Whoery details, get it Son…I crack me up” he added as he left my room. “Corny Dad, Fucking Corny” I yelled at him. I got up, scratched my naked ass and headed to the kitchen. I needed food then get ready for Garrett to arrive. Won’t be too long before he gets here, time flies you know. I was right Garrett arrived at a quarter to ten. He honked over and over, until i came out to his truck. As I got in, he was shacking his head no, repeating the same line over and over: “Not going to do” “What?” I asked. “Your clothes, they won’t cut it. Easy access is the key” he said turning off his truck, “Come on” Off we went to back into the house, straight to my room. “Let me show you, First, just sneakers, loosely tied, no socks, easier to kick on and off. Short shorts, no buttons, drop and go, and forget underwear, fuck no jockstrap either. and a skimpy tank. The less amount to deal with the better the slut.” he said. I stripped and changed into something similar. Then looked him straight in the eye and said: “Where do you stick your poppers, smart ass? Up your ass?” Without saying a word, he pulled on a chain hanging around his neck, tucked neatly inside his tank was a bottle of poppers, lid attached to the chain. “Pro whore” he said pointing to his chest, “Novice” pointing to me. A grin came over his face and he busted up laughing. “Got you one in the truck. Guy who owns the place knows you are coming so it’s cool. Don’t get all scared, just be cool. Skin is here to show you the way” He said as he grabbed his cock through his shorts. We got back in the truck and left, I had so many questions but just wanted to be cool and not look like an idiot in front of Garrett. It was about a half hour drive to the bookstore. It was just a plain looking building, if it didn't have a sign that said 18 and over on the door, you wouldn’t know it was a bookstore at all. “Get’s busy about noon, so I have time to teach you a few things” We got out and went inside. The clerk smiled when he saw Garrett, they talked shit as I stood there, quickly looking around, There were shelves after shelves of DVD,s fake cocks in packages, and toys I didn’t even know existed. Garrett grabbed my hand, pulling me towards a door near the back corner. I head a buzzer and we entered. It was dark, smelled of cum, piss, and body odor. There was a sign that pointed the way to the Main Theatre and another that pointed the way to Booths. Across from that was a case hanging on the wall with DVD covers in them. A mixture of gay and straight porn. “These show on channels on the TV’s in the booths” Garrett said, “let me show you” We walked around and he showed me the area of the booths, there were a couple of doors closed with lights on above. Occupied - he mouthed silently. I didn’t see any other men in this area. He pulled me into a booth and shut the door. “Okay, some men come to jack to porn only, mostly straight men - shooting their loads on the floor wasting it - but you can come in scoop it up and shove it up your hole. Almost as good as being fucked” he said. “Some guys only want blow jobs, cuz their wives don't suck, some just like the glory hole blow jobs, some you can join in the booth - but always swallow their loads, makes them shoot bigger.” “And some want to fuck a hot ass, avoid the chicken shits that use condoms, which is 1 in a million of the men that come in here” “If they want to play, they leave the door open, giving the rest a show” he said, “I ask you want heads or tails” “You don’t need a lesson on the glory holes, so let’s go to the Main Theatre” We headed off to the theatre, just as a door opened and a older man walked out, adjusting his fly. He headed to the exit and left. I went to his booth and looked at the floor, there was a big puddle of cum in the middle, just sitting there. I stepped in, making sure I didn't step in it, pulled down the back of my shorts, exposing my ass and hole, scooped up the cum and pushed it in deep using my fingers. I looked up to see Garrett watching me from the door way. “So fucking hot, Boy” he said. I looked down at his shorts and he was hard, Skin made a nice bulge in his short. I pulled up my short and followed him to the Main Theatre. I was just like a normal theatre, only smaller, and was playing porn, damn straight porn. There was a gap between the entrance and the back row of seats. With a slightly higher than the waist wall against the back row. “In here, you can suck cock mostly, straight men will gather around you and you have a big ole suck fest. Not much fucking goes on in this big room, but I have been in some just like this in other cities and everything goes in it.” “Let’s go back to the booths and find some cock, Boy” Over a short span of time, men started to trickle into the booth area. I watch this one man, tall, handsome with a beard, dressed in business attire head into a booth. He stared at me, rubbing the front of his slacks. Quickly he jerked his head for me to come over. I went right to him, and entered his booth. The door quickly shot and locked. “Dropped your short young man, let me see that ass” I did, turned and bent over slightly, giving him more access to my ass. There was a glory hole in front of me and I looked through to see Garrett on his knees sucking a Latino man’s uncut cock. He winked when he saw me. I heard the man unzip his fly. I knew he was getting his cock out. He spit in in hand and massaged it into my hole. His cock pushed against my hole hard, I took a deep breathe and it popped in. He drove it deep in me. I moaned letting Garrett know I was getting fucked. Thought the glory hole, Garrett had taken the uncut cock out of his mouth and silently said “That’s my boy” The business man had grabbed my hips and was thrusting harder and harder into my ass, grunting the whole time. Each grunt got louder and louder. His dress pants rubbed against my exposed ass. “Sounds like someones getting fucked” was yelled out side the booth. “Hot fucking boy ass” grunted the business man to those out side. “Fucking breeding him now” he yelled as he slammed his cock deep into my hole. I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from being pushed over. He quickly pulled out and produced a hankie from his pocket, wiping his cock. It was the first time I saw it. It was average length and girth, cut, but effective. Tucking it back in and zipping up, he put his hand on my back. “Thanks, Son, oh stay just like that.” with that he unlocked the door and left leaving it wide open. I could see men passing by looking. A guy in blue pants and stripped shirt entered next. He wasn’t a business man, he looked more like a wrecker driver. I could smell the cigarette on his breath, it was that strong. “Looking for some dick, boy?” he asked “Fuck me like a bitch” I replied, not sure where that came from. No other words were spoken. I pulled the chain for my poppers and took a deep hit. At the same time he had unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was hard and dripping already. It was not as big as the last one but I didn't care. He aimed his cock and roughly stabbed it inside me. I opened up. He grabbed my hips and started pumping his cock in and out. A couple of times he came out only to shove it back in. Within about three minutes he was grunting, shooting his load into me. Quick trigger I thought. He quickly pulled out, unlocked the door and ran, I don’t think he had his cock away before he was out the door. I looked through the glory hole and Garrett was gone and the booth was empty. “You need a real man to fuck your hole boy” said a man behind me entering my booth. He was behind me, holding my head with one hand, keeping me from turning around, while the other closed and locked the door. “Eyes front fucker” he ordered. I could hear him undoing his pants and them dropping to the floor. His fingers explored my crack, moving up and down. Finally he stopped at my hole, shoving his finger in deep. I yelped quietly. My eyes on the glory hole and the empty booth next door. Without a word, he pressed his cock against my hole and shoved it in, lubed with the two men’s cum before him, it drove in balls deep. This fucker was thick. He continued to press against me. Grabbing my hips, he pulled his cock out and rammed it back in. I knew this wasn't going to be an easy fuck. He liked it rough. Harder and harder he slammed into me. My breathing got heavier as he continued the assault on my hole. My cock was rock hard and jump with each thrust in. A man entered the booth on the other side of the glory hole. He squated down until his face was in front of his side of the hole, and smile. Seeing that I was getting fucked in my booth. He stood up, with his crotch right in front of the hole. I watched as he popped open the button fly of his jeans, exposing his crotch hair and the root of his cock. The man behind me still had my waist tight in his grip as his cock pumped in and out of me. His balls bounced back and forth with his movements. The new man dropped his jeans, fully exposing his cock and balls. I licked my lips. “Wanna suck that cock, faggot?” the man fucking me said. Before I could answer he pushed me forward with his hips, never taking his hard cock from my hole. I was less than an inch away from the hole, I stuck my tongue through signaling to the new cock I wanted it in my mouth, wanted to suck it. I grabbed for my poppers again and took a deep hit. The glory hole remained empty. Dropping my eyes to hole, I could see the man jacking his hardening cock. HIs hand took long strokes from the base to the head. I watch hungrily as it thickened. His balls bounced a little with each stroke. The cock in my hole was also growing, thicker. His pounding of my hole will soon be over, as I knew he was going to cum. His grunts became louder as he drew close, until he rammed his cock deep inside me. I could feel it jump and pulse as his cum exploded out of his piss slit. “Take that fucking cum deep in your shitting, you fucking faggot whore” the man yelled at the top of his lungs. The man on the other side of the glory hole began to stroke faster, balls drawing up closer to his body. My face still at the hole, he yells: “Open your mouth!” I immediately open as wide as possible as just the tip of his head appears at the hole and cum starts flying at my face and mouth. I tried to catch as much of his load as I could with his mouth, but it went every where, cheeks, forehead, chin and hair. I wanted to lock my lips around the head but he wouldn’t let me. The man in my ass was still pressing against me, twitching his cock inside me, until he slowly starts to move his cock in and out, milking the rest of his load into my hole. I could feel his cock softening, I squeezed my ass and it popped out. He wiped his cock on my ass checks as the other man bend down and said thought the glory hole. “Don’t fucking wipe off my cum from your face, wear it the rest of your time here whoring your holes, and then home” I agreed. By now the man that was fucking me was dressed and out the door. Leaving me alone again in the booth, bent over ass exposed to all. The other booth was empty as too. I stood to stretch my back, but quickly bent over again when someone walked up behind me. “You didn’t let that man fuck you and breed you did you?” the stranger said. “Yeah” “Dude he is a walking disease, he comes in here and spreads it, not caring who you are” I just shrugged my shoulders, turned back exposing my ass and bent over. The wait wasn’t long until a Mexican man came into the booth and shut the door. He felt me up over and over, going from my hole to my cock and balls between my legs. I reach back to feel his crotch, but he knocked my hand away, telling me No. I just let him feel me up, not paying him any mind and watched through the glory hole. The other door was open and I could see men passing by walking around. I thought I saw Garrett but wasn’t sure. I was sure he was somewhere passing his disease or collecting more. I guess the Mexican man got scared, or shoot off in his pants, because he quickly left and shut the door. I stood up. I decided to sit and wait. I flipped through the channels looking for porn, bareback porn. What I found was okay, not what got me off but okay. Then I waited.

Dad’s Basement Part Five I was led by the two men, into the next room, the one that was divided into two. We continued to move until we were in the area with three glory holes cut into the wall. Not much light was coming through the holes, so I knew the sun was going down outside. “Taking all loads is like Russian roulette - raw cock goes into your hole and the cock shoots - could be shooting blanks or a hot round of poz cum” one of the men said. I was placed with my back to the wall and pulled over at the waist allowing my ass to open at the glory hole. “Plus Son there is an added excitement to taking cocks that you don’t know who it is attached to, Do you know them or are they complete strangers you will never see again” I pushed my ass checks back against the wooden wall. I could hear sounds coming from all around. I looked to my left to see my Dad putting his ass against the wooden wall too. Only there was already a hard cock sticking through the glory hole. It was dark, thick and sticking straight out. I watched my Dad spit in his hand, rub the spit onto his hole, and push back on the dark cock, It slowly disappeared into Dad’s hole. My cock started to expand. I was watching my Dad take cock up his hole. It was the hottest thing I had ever saw. Dad’s head was thrown back with pleasure and one of his buds shoved a bottle of poppers under his nose, which he inhaled deeply. “Show your Son how to take cock” I watched as Dad’s ass pressed against the wood wall, the cock was deep inside his hole. I could feel the thrusts of the man fucking my Dad, move the wall on my ass. Dad moaned load as the cock moved in and out of his hole. I was lost watching Dad take raw cock, until I felt something pushing at my own hole. One of Dad’s buds reached back and spread my checks giving the unknown man access to my used hole. “Fuck man, that is one used cummy fuck hole” said the man on the other side of the wall, who was pushing his cock into my hole. I had heard that voice some where before, I knew it but could not place it. My hole opened around the cock, allowing it to slide deep inside, pushing the cum forward and out ward of my hole. I moaned as the cock began to move. I concentrated on the rhythm of the fuck - as he pushed in I pushed back and pulled off as he pulled out. “Good Son, take that anon raw cock - you know it could be anyone even grandpa” Dad said, “imagine being fucked by not just me but him as well today Son” My cock throbbed at that thought. I loved over and Dad was matching his fuck just like mine. We moved together. I looked up to see the other men who fucked me earlier either sucking or fucking each other. Dad took another big hit of poppers and then handed them to me - and I followed suit in huffing them. “Fuck that hole just opened” the top said on the other side of the wall, picking up speed. I looked to the other side of me, to see another cock coming through the hole. I could not help be think it was a beautiful sight to see, another hard fucking cock. I watch the tattooed, uncut cock man back his ass up, taking the cock deep into his hole, moaning as he was penetrated. I passed him the poppers and watched him inhale deep. I continued to push back against the hard cock working in and out of my hole. Poz cum flowed out of my hole and dripped down my balls. “Stay where you are fucker, I have to eat that ass!” the owner of the cock fucking me said. I felt his cock slip out and was soon replaced with a hot tongue. It was sliding in and out of my cum covered gapping hole. It was another new sensation. I moaned more and more as he switched from tongue fucking me and sucking my hole to eat out the cum deposited in there. My cock twitched rapidly as my mind wondered if he knew he was not only sucking out my Dad’s cum but also sucking out and swallowing nothing but poz loads. I ran my finger over my cock and scooped up the pre-cum leaking out. I was bringing it to my lips when I felt my Dad’s hand grab mine and pulling it to his mouth. “Give me your pre-fuck juice Son” I felt his mouth engulf my finger, sucking it like it was a skinny cock. The uncut guy reached over and scooped some of my pre-cum onto his finger and sucked it off, just like my Dad. “Fucking tastes like yours bud” The man stopped eating my ass and pushed his cock in my hole again, sliding all the way in and all the way out, over and over. I could hear a growl coming from him and knew he would not last much longer in my hole. “Never thought I would breed that hot ass that you strutted around campus, teasing the hell out of every man” he said. “you fucking overachieving whore” Fuck me, where did I know that voice from. I felt him slam his body against the wall, as his cock start to shoot deep inside my hole adding his cum to the rest. The thought of not knowing if I was getting more poz cum or not was a huge fucking turn on. Soon the pulse of his cock stopped and he pulled out. I fought the urge to look through the glory hole to see who it was. “Hot as fuck is right Dad” I said turning to him, watch him pull off his cock. “Got a load?” I asked him “Switching” I watched him and the uncut man switch cocks, fuck it was hot the just slid back on the new cocks, using each other’s ass juices as lube. I felt fingers playing with my hole through the glory hole. I closed my eyes as I felt them enter me. The new man pushed in two fingers, then three and then four, ramming them in and out. I wanted to scream out just give me your fucking cock, but didn’t. He removed his fingers, leaving empty and wanting to filled. I felt his hard cock rubbing up and down my hole, slowly moving, wetting the head with cum. I balanced myself on my knees and reached back spreading my ass open more. He positioned his cock head at my hole and pushed in, driving deep. I moaned again, I felt full as his cock spread open my ever loosening hole. Even with soreness setting in, I felt pleasure. He slowly moved his cock in and out of my hole. Steadily fucking me. I turned and watched Dad slam his ass back against the wooden wall, fucking himself on the cock sticking through the glory hole. Harder and harder Dad pushed back against the wall, until he pushed all the way back and held his ass against it. “Getting bred Son” he said smiling at me. The cock inside my hole was still steadily pumping in and out, working the ridge of it’s head against the muscles of my loose hole. “NEXT” Dad yelled as to signal anyone on the public side of the glory hole he was ready for the next anon cock. I watched as he braced himself, knowing that a cock had just entered his hole. “Oh yeah, fuck me hard bud” Dad said as he began moving back and forth on the new cock. Sounds of fucking and sucking echoed through the basement, while the smell of cum, piss and musk infused with the heated air. “Going to get loaded up Son, so I can squat over your mouth and feed you cum from my hairy ass!” Dad said. The cock inside my ass grew thicker and harder, giving me the sign it was going to shoot it’s load deep into my hole. I licked my lips, knowing that I was going to be flooded with more cum. One strong push in and the flood began. I could feel pulse after pulse of seed shooting into me. He pulled out and within seconds another cock stabbed at my hole, sliding in deep this time with almost no effort. “Your first black cock Son.” Dad said, “Hold on tight I have had that cock before and he fucks hard and long” My cock oozed pre-cum knowing that this cock had fucked and breed my Dad. Such a fucking turn on. It drove deep inside me. I still wondered how Dad knew what cock was fucking his Son’s ass. Was these anon fucks pre-arranged. Those thoughts quickly left my mind, as the black did started to pull in and out my hole. The cock would pull completely out of my hole, only to be shoved deep into me seconds later. This punch fuck attack continued for what seemed like for ever. Looking over at Dad, I could see him lost in a world of pleasure as his hard cock jumped up and down between his legs as he was fucked. Pre-cum was hanging from the head and almost touching the floor. I wanted to taste it, I wanted to suck every drop out of that piss slit. I watched Dad push back against the wooden wall, getting fucked and taking loads. “Good boy pussy” I heard grunted though the wall, “Gonna give you a highly toxic load Boy” My cock jumped knowing that this man was advertising his poz load and I was going to get it. His cock roughly punched my used hole, deeper and deeper. I jumped when he hit deep inside me. “Don’t pull off Boy, so fucking close” he said He continued to fuck me harder and deeper, until he pushed in deep and stayed there. Grunting and groaning as his piss slit opened and his toxic load invaded my used hole. I tried to squeeze my ass around his cock to milk out every drop, but my hole had been fucked so much by thick cocks, there wasn’t much pressure. “Clean it Boy” he said pulling out of my ass. I flipped around positioning my mouth at the glory hole. I closed my eyes and opened wide. I felt the cock pass through my mouth, gently sliding against my lips. It was slick with cum and the juices from my well fucked hole. I closed my lips around the black cock and lick and sucked. It began to move in and out of my mouth. Fingers began to feel around my hole, sliding in and out. The black cock soften and popped out of my mouth. He pulled away and I turned to back my ass against the hole again, waiting for the next cock to arrive. Time continued to pass, as the fucking continued. I lost count of how many anon cocks and loads I had taken through the glory hole, as well as how many Dad had. The third glory hole had seen many men presenting their holes to be fucked so I didn’t even try to concentrate on them. I knew it was getting late in the night, but I wanted more, more cock, more cum, and more disease.

7:00pm on June 3, 2017....My face was pressed into the filthy mattress by my older brother Mark's hand while his cock was forcing its way in and out of my ass. All I could focus on as the smell of cum and piss coming from the mattress, and the sound of my brother's ragged breathing while he raped me in front of his drug dealer DeShaun and the dealer's two thugs who held me down. Every now and then my brother would mutter under his breath, something like "faggot" or "slut", punctuated by a blow to the back of my head. Once he even said something like, "practically begging for it, weren't you". Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this was him trying to justify the truly horrendous act he was committing against his younger brother to his drug filled brain, but mostly it just made me feel dirtier (and wonder, maybe, if I had somehow wanted my brother to do this to me). Suddenly, Mark's hand stopped pushing my face into the mattress, and his arm snaked around my throat. He pull me up from a face down position until we were both up in all fours - DeShaun's thugs let go to let the position shift happen - and even though I had thought he couldn't fuck me any deeper or harder, I was wrong. The iron grip if my brother's arm made everything fuzzy as my air flow was getting cut off, and from what sounded like a great distance, I could hear Mark start to breathe more heavily. "Marky Mark - you getting close?" DeShaun asked. He walked over and stroked my older brother's sweaty red face with an almost lover-like gesture. "You gonna POZ that pussy, bitch? Gonna spray your toxic jizz into your little bros cunt and get him pregnant for me?" "Yes...Sir..." grunted Mark, as he raped me even harder. "Gonna fill this faggot cunt up with fuckin death seed. Gonna knock up this virgin pussy." DeShaun leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Hear that, white meat? Your older bro is about to fuckin rape your white faggot cunt to death. After he's done, you ain't gonna be good for anything but to be my nasty faggot whore. So much for fuckin Ivy League and full ride scholarships...you'll be getting plenty of full rides, but the only letters you be earning are STDs." I could feel his tongue licked the side of my face when he was done whispering. I thought I had run out of tears, but I was wrong. Mark was getting ready to climax, pounding harder and harder. I could hear him hissing nasty things through his clenched teeth, "Fuckin hate you...wish you hadn't been born...fuckin nasty faggot slut...gonna POZ your pussy...just...fuckin...DIE". He roared the last word as I felt his cock spasming inside me, pumping warmth into me...and then my ass started to clench while my cock started shooting jizz into the mattress. DeShaun started to laugh. "Oh Lord, white meat...you just shot a huge load from a soft cock...you must have loved getting knocked up by your older bro so much. I'm gonna have so much fun with you." He laughed some more. Mark grunted as he pulled out of me and let me collapse onto the mattress. I could hear him putting his clothes on but I refused to look at him. I didn't know how I could ever look at him again - because while I couldn't admit it to myself yet, I wanted what just happened to happen again. "We good, DeShaun?" he asked. "My debt is paid in full?" "Oh, Marky Mark...we good. You actually built up some credit on that, brother." DeShaun chuckled. "Here, take a ball on me." "Enjoy the faggot." Mark said, prompting me to realize he wasn't taking me with him. "He was supposed to leave on a week long trip straight from the graduation party, so no one is going to realize he's missing for awhile." He walked to the edge of the mattress, looking down at me, tears streaking my face, t shirt ripped to hell, boxers and jeans around my knees, blood and cum oozing from my ass, and cum dripping from my cock. He leaned down and spat directly in my face. "If my parents could see him now, they'd rather he was dead anyway. You are doing my whole family a favor." He turned and walked out of the room without another word. I had a feeling I wasn't going to see my brother again for a long time, if ever. "Well, white meat, I bet you are feeling pretty much like you wanna die right now, don'tcha?" DeShaun said gently, "Good thing Daddy DeShaun has just the thing to make it all better. Time for you to meet Ms. Tina, bitch, because your nightmare is just beginning...and this pussy," he reached between my legs, shoved a couple fingers into my ass, and pulled them out covered in pink stained cum, which he held up to my lips, "this pussy is going to get used a lot worse before your nightmare is over." I knew what he wanted, and a twisted, perverted part of me wanted it too...so I opened my lips and sucked the bloody cum off his fingers.

Sitting beside the hottub after getting bred

Feeling Lower . . . Still A High The first night I was there, they all fucked me multiple times. My hole was a sloshing, cum soaked, gaping cave with nothing left to recall what it used to look like. Slack, fucked, used. The guy who owns the house, Wade, eventually called it a night, and they left me laying on the fuck bench, exhausted, while they went off to various bedrooms to rest up for more action I assumed. I did fall asleep but, all through the night, one by one they each came down and fucked and seeded me some more. Untreatable, high viral loads. I began to think to myself that there will never be a whore to ever take as much poison seed in them as I am with these guys. And still those thoughts made my cock painfully hard. There weren’t any clocks down there, so the only way I could tell the time of day was from the light that came in through the windows. I figured they let me sleep in -although the lack of noise from upstairs made me think that they all had, as well. Eventually Wade came downstairs with the other guys, minus the sickly one who had brought me to them. I guess he had gone home. He was wielding what looked like a bottle brush and I knew exactly what he planned on doing with it. Despite the heavy use the day before, it hurt to take that bristly tool into my loose hole, but Wade just shushed me and slowly worked it in and out of my hole until it came out pink. I’m guessing that all of the cum loads in my ass diluted the red of my blood somewhat. Satisfied that some damage had been done to my insides, he walked back to the stairs. On his way up, he called out to the other guys, “Have at it, boys!” and they descended upon me. These guys where so sex crazed I couldn’t understand it. It’s not like they weren’t getting any -they had fucked me more in a day that some guys get in a month! And still they wanted more. Maybe they just enjoy using my ass. That thought encouraged me, and I got into it some more, shoving my ass back to meet each sloppy wet thrust. One by one I took their first loads of the day, and they all made their way back upstairs to join Wade for brunch. As they ate, Wade came down, fucked me really hard, and then fed me a protein and vitamin drink. I didn’t have long for the drink to settle in me, because I could feel a huge pressure at my hole again. I hadn’t felt anything this big trying to get in me before, so I craned my neck around to see Wade shoving his fist into my destroyed opening. Apparently it wasn’t destroyed enough. Miraculously, with all of the use and the enormous amount of sperm in me, I was lubed well enough for his fist to pop into me with little pain. But I did feel a sudden rush as the breath escaped from me, feeling such a sense of being full that I never knew before. He had only just begun pumping his hand in and out of me when one of the other guys, Steve I think I heard him called, started down the stairs. He spotted what was happening and called up to the rest, “Hey, guys, hurry the fuck up! Wade’s fisting the whore!” They all rushed down to cheer him on as he fisted me like it was not my first time, eventually punch fisting my slack hole. All I could do was lay there and moan. It really did feel heavenly. He was hitting things inside of me that lit up my entire body. This was ecstasy. After who knows how long, Wade had enough. I think he had managed to work some of their cum deeper into me, while the rest had been forced out of me and was drying on my ass and legs. Towards the end, my ass was feeling more sticky than slick, so I knew that I wasn’t as well lubed as I had been. Wade smacked my ass and declared, “Okay, lets give the pig some rest. We’ve got an errand.” They all headed upstairs, leaving me alone again with Wade. He leaned down next to my face and smiled. “You’re a great slut. We’ve got a surprise for you later. You just rest up. You’re going to need it.” With that, he licked the side of my face, and took off upstairs. A few minutes later I heard the front door close, and then the van start up and drive away. I managed to drift off, and don’t know how long I had been asleep when I heard a strange scratching coming from upstairs. It got louder and louder. Eventually I honed in on it and realized that it was Wade’s huge dog scratching at the door. I’d seen that thing when they first brought me in -it was a beast and quite scared me. I had been glad that they kept him upstairs this whole time. He was a persistent bastard and somehow managed to get the door at the top of the stairs open. He bound down the stairs and walked straight up to me. Face to face, he breathed loudly through his nose, almost snorting in my face with contempt. What happened next really surprised me. He trotted around and began to sniff at my ass. I struggled against my restraints but it was pointless. I couldn’t get out last night, there was no way to get out now. The beast began to lick at my hole and after a few minutes of that I felt him climb partially onto the bench with me. He somehow knew what he was doing and I wondered if this was something that Wade had trained him at. He had placed both front legs on the bench, while standing on his back legs. I had read stories of guys getting fucked by dogs and having their backs torn to shreds by their claws, so this k9 was trained better than that. He poked around for a minute until I felt his big cock head slip into me. Dogs clearly have no way of knowing what our bodies need, and he wasted no time allowing me to adjust, just ramming full force ahead into me. It caused me to yell out in pain, which he clearly didn’t like, growling and barking at me until I quieted down. Suddenly I really began to feel stretched again and realized that his knob was about to fill my opening. Within seconds we were locked together and he fucked me. He fucked me good. I couldn’t believe that I was enjoying being fucked by a dog, but I was. And the wetness that spread through my hole was incredible. I had always loved my hole best when it was all wet, and this thing was doing that and more. This went on for about 20 minutes I figure, and eventually it had cum all it was going to cum. Now the hard part, I thought. But lucky for me my hole had been fisted so recently, so when he gave a bit of a tug to remove his knob, it popped out of me with a slight twinge of pain and that feeling of emptiness that follows with such a swift withdrawl. He trotted off back upstairs and left me huffing for breath. I passed out again from the vigorous pounding I’d just taken at the hands of a true animal. I have no idea how much time passed. I woke up when I heard the front door open and all of the guys foot steps entering. Here we go again, I thought. I heard the guys popping open beers so I figured they weren’t in any rush to get back to me. But Wade came down alone to check on me, beer in hand, bulge in crotch. Sly sexy smile on his gorgeous face. “We picked up a surprise for you,” he taunted me, slowly circling around my body and stopping behind me. “Well, well, well, I see you must have gotten acquainted with Sampson. You fucking slut,” he laughed. “Don’t worry, you’re not the first whore that I’ve let him fuck,” he added, bending down next to me and kissing me on the mouth, his beer-tasting tongue invading me. When he pulled back he smiled again. “At least he got you good and lubed for this next part.” With that, he stood up and walked back upstairs leaving me to wonder. The guys were pretty rowdy up there and I wondered if that meant they might get rough with me tonight. That was something that never really appealed. Sure, a good hard pounding is one thing, but abuse is quite another. Stompings and beatings just never appealed to me. Surprisingly they were in no rush to get back down to fuck me, so I managed to relax. It was then that my hearing focused in on something different -a new voice. I could recognize all of the guys voices, but this one was a deep baritone. I wondered if this guy was the surprise? After about an hour and a half, the gang all began to file down the stairs, followed last by the most huge beast of a man I had ever lain eyes on. At least 6’8”, and weighing around 250 - 300 lbs. And his skin was the darkest I had ever seen on a black man before. It was beautiful. The whites of his eyes and teeth sparkled in bright contrast to his skin tone. Everything was impressive about this man. Wade came up to me and said, “This is my friend, Ed. Big Ed. He just got released from prison this afternoon. So you can imagine that he’s eager to get his first fuck as a free man.” As he said this, I looked over at Ed and watched his basket fill out until it was an obscene bulge in his pants. Fuck, this man is hung as big as the rest of him! Wade continued. “He hasn’t been able to fuck anyone in the joint for quite a while now because he kept infecting the other inmates. You see, he’s a really toxic fucker. His viral load is way over a million. So you can imagine, he’s got some swimmers to unload. We just slipped a couple of Viagara into his drink and from the looks of it, they’re kicking it.” The other guys began to help Ed out of his clothes, freeing his enormous club of a dick to bob around in the air in front of him, anxious to find somewhere to tuck into. Then they led him up behind me and I saw they added another set of chains and cuffs near my hands, where they shoved Ed’s hands and locked him in. “Sorry, Ed, not quite the way you would expect your first day of freedom, but you’ve got a couple of blue pills in you that are going to keep you hard in that hole all night long. Unload as much as you can into the whore.” Wade leaned next to my face again and grinned. “Smile, pig, you’re on camera,” he said, pointing to a couple of round things up by the ceiling that I hadn’t noticed before. There were several, making sure to catch all angles. “We’ll be upstairs watching . . . along with anyone else online who wants to see a whore get knocked up,” Wade added on his way up. “Enjoy yourselves,” he laughed. Just as he disappeared, I heard Big Ed growl in my ear from behind, and then the head of his enormous cock poised at the entrance to my trashed hole. “This is going to be a long night, bitch.”

I've been stealthed a couple of time...helped move me to loving bb. Since I'm still neg, I have to assume they were neg or undetectable.

Look forward to seeing how it goes versbbguy. In the meantime you and the guys might like this story on nifty: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/moving-in-with-my-son/ It is not about bug chasing or chems, but all the action is BB. The story is a real slow burner. It's about a straight father who moves in with his gay son and his partner. The father is impossibly naive and matter-of-fact about things, which kinda makes the storyline hotter. In one hilarious chapter the son confesses he doesn't just work as a barman, he's actually a gogo boy who loves getting banged in the backroom. LOL.

It was now getting on toward 4 in the morning, and I heard the keys jingling in the hallway again. It was Ryan from across the hall. He went straight into his room and shut the door. In a few minutes, the door opened, and he was standing next to the bed holding a glass pipe! He stared at me, expressionless, while he waved a torch back and forth under the small bowl until a thick white cloud started to travel up the stem of the pipe. Holding the pipe an inch from his lips, he inhaled deeply. I could see the white column travel from the pipe into his mouth. It was so fuckin' hot watchin' him show off like that! I reached in my bag and fished out a rock and dropped it in the small hole over the bowl of my pipe. When I looked back at him, he was finally exhaling a shitload of white smoke. I repeated the process for him, making sure I took my time heating the bowl and filling the glass tube with a hit. He fingered one of his nipples with one hand and played with his cock with the other while he watched me suck the parTy drug deep into my lungs. I'm not sure what it is, but it's so fuckin' hot parTyin' with another hot guy. Maybe it's the illicitness, or the idea that it's gonna lead to some mind blowing sex, or just the 'badboy' image that some of us crave. And then, of course, there's the actual physical effect of the drug - duh! Ryan moved forward 'til he was filling his door frame, losing some of his earlier inhibitions. He was proudly standing naked in the doorway, stroking his cock to erection, and reveling in the effect of the smoke. I dipped a spit-moistened finger in the bag and pulled out a crystal-covered fingertip (the leftover powder from the bottom of the bag. Spreading my legs, I made a show of sliding my finger deep in my ass, and massaging the drug into the inner lining of my rectum. "Fuck, man," Ryan said in a gravelly voice, as I pulled the finger out of my ass and sucked the juice and any remaining "T" under my tongue. There was a slightly metallic taste to it, so I knew I was getting the full force of the drug into my system. Ryan turned briefly back into his room, but then returned holding his towel, keys and a black leather shaving kit. He shut his door and slowly walked across to my room. "Looks like you were successful," I grinned, nodding toward the leather bag. "Ooohh, yeah," he said, comfortably flopping down on the bed facing me. "So, whadidya get?" I asked. He handed the bag to me to check. "Damn!" I said, after I unzipped the bag. I counted at least eight little bags of "T," about six syringes, and some smaller bags with individual pink pills in them. I pulled one out and held it up with a questioning look on my face. "X," he answered. "I already took one, so it should be kickin' in any time now. "And these?" I held up one of the syringes. "Yeah. I like to slam every once in awhile," he answered a little sheepishly. "Fuck. That's hot!" I said, putting everything back in the bag and handing it to him. "I did some "X" earlier, too," I grinned, flexing my pecs and rubbing my hands over my pierced tits. Without a word, Ryan moved between my legs, pushed my ankles over my head and started eating my hole like a wildman. "Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned, as his thick tongue dug into my tingling fuckslot. Fuck - - - I can still taste my cum - - - and a little "T," he said, looking into my eyes and licking his lips. "Fuckin' chemwhore, man! - - - - Love it!" he grinned, before he dove back down in my hole. I reached over and grabbed a pair of jap clamps - used a paper towel to wipe off my sticky, sweaty tits, stretched the skin with the piercings and clamped the rubberized teeth on my aching nipples. Ryan took a break from munching on my butt, and noticed the clamps. "Fuck yeah, man! You're my kinda pig!" he said, unzipping the side of his bag and pulling out his own set of clamps. He expertly snapped them into place, the chrome connecting chain hanging between his sexy pecs. "X drives my tits crazy, man!" he snarled, swinging his upper body back and forth so that the wait of the chain tugged on his nipples. More confident than before, he sank his fat cock into my wet hole, without even asking (my kinda fucker!!!). But he seemed to enjoy it more this time, slowly pulling out while watching my stretched asslips hug his thick meat. "That looks soooooo hot, man!" he drawled, clearly falling under the spell of the party drugs. He fucked slower this time, not like the frenzied fuck earlier. Now he was clearly here to PLAY!!! "You like my big fuckin' dick, doncha?" he growled. "If I didn't know better, I woulda figured you for a top guy. Leather. Muscles, an' all that," he rambled, drilling my hole good. "Oh, I'll top if I need to," I said. "But I like my sex rough, so I figure I better look the part," I grinned, tugging on my titclamp chain. "Yeah, I know whatcha mean. I like to get fucked, too. 'Specially when I party. My ass gets so fuckin' hungry, man - - - I could take on this whole place," he said, letting his cock slip out of my hole. "Ya wanna smoke some more?" he asked. "Ya don't haffta ask me twice," I grinned, stretching my legs out on his broad shoulders and then tracing the V-shape of his torso with my feet on the way down. Our pipes still had some residue in the bottom of the bowls, so we each heated up our own and did three hits apiece. I offered him a water bottle, which he gladly took. (I always bring a couple with me to keep hydrated. Refill them from the drinking fountain by the stairs.) "Damn, this is some good shit Rex had," Ryan said, holding up his pipe. "Yeah, he always manages to get the good stuff. I bought some crap from some guy at Club Dallas a coupla years ago - made me sick as a dog for days!" I answered. "Smoke?" I asked, holding up a pack of Camels. "Sure," he said, pulling one out of the pack. We lazily smoked our cigarettes while flipping through the various XXX-rated porn channels. I found an old one with Corey Jay fucking himself with a big dildo - I think it was from the "Link" Series. "He is sooooo hot," Ryan moaned, flicking the clamps on his tits with his thumbs. "You ever seen him fist?" I threw out, testing the waters of my new FFriend. "Oh yeah - 'Dr. Goodglove' - that was fuckin' hot," he replied. "Bet you'd look hot in leather," I suggested. "I got some in my room. Hold on - I'll go get it," Ryan said, flexing his abs as he sat up, the clamp chain still hanging from his tits. He went across the hall to his room, leaving both of our doors open. I watched as he put on a leather harness, two leather armbands, a biker's cap and boots. While he was doing this, a built Hispanic guy walked by, checking out both of our rooms. (Hmmmm - things were continuing to look up!) I slipped on my socks and boots, and added a pair of red and black leather armbands to the harness I'd put on earlier. Ryan closed his door and came back across to my room, shutting the door behind him. He stood, posing in the mirror a bit. "Whaddaya think?" he asked, still looking at himself and flexing his pecs. "I'd let you fuck me," I teased, bringing a smile to his face. "Oh yeah?" he said, kneeling on the bed and spreading my legs. He pushed his cock back in me, ramming it hard a couple of times to re-establish his dominance. "Yeah! That's it! Fuck me, Daddy!" I said, loud enough to be heard outside. "Take it, pig! Take my raw dick!" he yelled, getting into it. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" I grunted loudly with each thrust, hoping to catch the attention of the guy who had walked by our rooms. Then Ryan pulled out, stepped up on the mattress, straddled me and squatted over my face. "Eat my hole, pig!" he ordered. I eagerly buried my face intoo his sweaty asscrack, finding his wrinkled sphincter with my tongue. God, he tasted good. Sweaty, but not shitty. I was hoping that maybe he had douched earlier. The more I tongued, the more his hole opened. "Yeah! That's it! Eat it, fucker!" he responded, grinding his ass in circles on my face. Ryan leaned forward on his knees, completely exposing that beautiful ass, and said, "Bump me, man." He had reached into his black bag and was handing me one of the 'crystal' baggies. I coated my index finger liberally with shards of "T" and made sure I didn't have any loose pieces that would fall off. "Open up, pig!" I let him know I was ready. He reached around and grabbed his muscular cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing his hole. This was no pink 'boi-hole.' He was shaved smooth, but this hole had definitely seen some use. He pushed his assring out, exposing a partial rosebud. I quickly sank my 'medicated' finger into the red inner folds of his anus. "Uuuuunnnggghhhhhhhhh!" Ryan sighed/moaned, feeling the initial burn as the chems hit the delicate lining of his insides. I held my finger steady, until he started grinding his butt from side to side. I knew the 'burn' was starting to give way to slutty pleasure! I finally pulled out, sticking my finger under my tongue - enjoying the dregs of the "T," as well as the sweet taste of Ryan's superclean hole! He rolled off to one side, and carefully unclamped his nipples, moaning as the blood rushed back into the unclamped tissue. "You mind?" I asked waving the baggie near my dripping hole. "Not at all, man. Not at all," he smiled, wetting his finger with the juice from my ass and dipping it in the baggie. I lifted one leg up, and pulled my hole open with the other hand. "Hell, yeah!" I yelled, watching this hot, leatherman booty bump my hole in the mirrored ceiling. I could feel him wiping his finger inside me, trying to deposit as much of the 'crystal' as possible before pulling out. Like me, he stuck his finger in his mouth, licking off the remaining drug and the juices from my ass (which probably still had a little of his cum mixed in!). "You are sooooo much fun, man," Ryan said. "I usually don't get this comfortable with a guy so fast," he added. "Well, I just try to be upfront about what I'm looking for - ya know - skip all the games and get right down to what we're here for," I rambled. "You ever have a problem with 'Tina-dick'?" I asked. "Man, you do get right to the point," Ryan laughed. "Yeah, I guess so. But usually by that time, all I want is to get my ass worked over," he sighed, staring at our images in the mirror on the ceiling. I reached in my bag and pulled out 2 Levitras. "You ever try one o' these?" I asked, waving it in front of his eyes. "What is it," he squinted. "Levitra," I answered, popping one in my mouth and swigging it down with some water. "Hell - why not!" he said, holding out his hand. He tossed the orange pill in his mouth, and followed it with water. Ryan rolled over on top of me, grinding our cocks against each other. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth, our tongues digging deep, two more sex organs tasting each other. My tit clamps slipped off, from all the sweat between our bodies - probably time to give them a break anyway. His steaming body felt so good on top of me - my hands slid up and down his muscular back, pulling him closer. I used my right leg for leverage and pushed, forcing us to roll over - winding up with me on top. He didn't resist, so I backed up on my knees, forced his legs back and dove into his musclebutt. "Yes - Sir!" he hissed, rubbing his hands up and down my arms. "Eat my fuckin' hole!" I reached for the bottle of J-lube and drizzled a little on his pucker. Then started working two fingers inside. I would twist a little - then pull out. As he relaxed, I added a third finger - - - and finally a fourth. "Oh my fuckin' God!!!" he moaned, grinding his ass obscenely - fucking himself on my fingers. "Mind if I open the door?" I asked, wanting to make sure he was cool with this. "Uh - sure - - - I guess..." he sounded a little unsure. "If you don't want to, it's okay." I reassured him. "It's just - well - sometimes I get off on being watched." "Fuck! You are twisted pig!" he said, staring up at me. I wasn't sure if that was a 'yes' or a 'no.' A minute or two passed. "What're you waitin' for man? Open the fuckin' door! Let's show these guys how real men fuck!"

Part 6-The Consequences I woke alone in the bed. I wasn’t sure what time is was, how long I had been at this guy’s house. One thing I knew for sure is that I probably was fired from my job for missing so much work. I grabbed my breakfast and walked out by the pool. Joey was the first to see me and immediately came over to me. “I am in so much trouble bro. I haven’t been to work in days and am sure that my ass is fired.” Dave and Trent strolled over and joined us. “Dave and I must have also been fired. What are we gona do for cash bro?” “I’m sure my ass was fired right along with all of yours. I don’t know what we are gona do. Do you guys know where our clothes are?” They all shook their heads no. And to top it all off, none of the men we had been with all this time were around. I looked at Trent and could tell he wasn’t feeling right. “You feeling ok Trent?” “No bro, I think I’m getting sick.” We took Trent into the house and helped him get into bed. As he was lying there I began to feel a little achy but thought it was just from being drugged up and fucked for so long. Suddenly Trent bolted for the bathroom and threw up. This perpetuated my feeling ill and I was in bed with him. By the end of the day all four of us were sicker then a dog and in bed. The owner of the house came home to find us cuddled up together, sweating and very sick. I asked; “Can you take us to the doctor please?” “You boys will be alright in a few days. You just got the flu.” I never heard of summer time flu. He gave us some watered down Gatorade to drink. Joey asked; “Can you let us call our jobs so that we can tell them we’ve been sick?” “You all quit your jobs boys. You asked me to type up letters and you all signed them. I mailed them out a week ago.” I then asked; “What about our apartments, our clothes and Joey’s car?” “You also asked me to help you guys break your leases so you could move in with me. Then you said you didn’t need your clothes or personal property since I was going to take care of you.” That prompted me to ask; “How long have we been living here?” “You boys have been living here for almost 2 weeks now.” We were too sick to argue with this man. We were all worried what we would do for work, money and the basic necessities of life. We just slept and drank what he gave us to keep us well hydrated. When we were feeling better Matt came over. I figured he was there to drug us up again but he drew a couple vials of blood from each of us and left. We were allowed to roam around the house, eat and drink all wanted. We were not able to leave the house since we did not have any clothes to wear. Most days we spent out by the pool with the occasional blow job or fucking between us 4 guys. Other then that our host or and of his business partners were too busy to pay any attention to any us. The following week Matt returned and spoke with four men. We couldn’t hear what was being discussed, but it seemed that the men were pleased with what Matt was telling them. After the conversation Matt headed for the basement and I was summoned in the house. “You are to go down to the basement and do everything Matt tells you or your parents will learn all about your activities over the past 3 weeks.” I was stunned. I didn’t want my parents to learn that I’m gay or the fact that I am addicted to meth. I went into the basement as instructed where Matt was waiting for me. The basement was brightly light up with over head lighting unlike the other times I’ve been in the basement when it’s been dimly light. Matt stood by the fuck bench and motioned for me to come over to him. “Lay face down on the bench.” I did as I was told and Matt promptly fastened the straps so I was not able to move. I could see out of the corner of my eye as he put on a pair of rubber surgical gloves and felt the coolness of alcohol on my lower back just about my ass crack. “This is going to sting for a but, but it will all be over quickly.” I heard a buzz as I began to feel a sting in my low back. I thought he was digging into my skin. Ever so often he would stop and wipe the area and go back to digging into my back again. After some time he stopped the hard digging and I just felt a faint buzz as he continued. I’m not sure how long I was there when I was told; “All finished. Now I’m gona let you up and you are to sit down here in the basement until I am done with your buddies.” Matt released the straps and I got off the bench. I looked over my shoulder and could barley make out a strange symbol tattooed just about my ass. I am not sure what the symbol meant, but I know I had seen it before in the doctor’s office. As I sat there Trent came walking into the basement. He was strapped down like I was and the buzzing began again. I saw Matt working on Trent’s tattoo. After all four of us were given the same tattoo the four men came down to the basement to talk tell us why we were given the tattoo. “Boy’s we gave you those tattoos cause we want the world to know what you achieved here over the past 3 weeks.” I asked; “What did we achieve?” “I took four straight young men and turned you into gay, meth heads who are all HIV+.” We were in shock over the news. Dave was the first to speak; “I just want to go home please?” “You are welcome to go home any time you like. But know that your family and friends may learn of your new status. And what will you do when you need that fix of meth I have been giving you. You know you need it, you all probably need it right now.” Joey asked through his tears; “I need a job to support myself.” “We will take care of you. We will give you jobs in our production company. You’ve already been a smash on our website with your performances out by the pool and here in our play room. The DVD from the party has already presold over 5000 copies.” Sheepishly we asked; “What company?” “We own and operate a web site that tailors to a select crowd called ‘Florida Boys’. You are the new stars of that web site and as long as you perform up to standards you will continue to have all that you need.” We learned that there were hidden cameras throughout the house and grounds that took video of everything we did. I was doing my best to process what we were being told when Matt came over and gave each of us a nice slam of Tina to help convince us that we needed to comply with their wishes. We were so horny and sex starved it was a no brainer that we were staying. Trent, Dave and Joey watched as I got up and willingly climbed into the sling and asked for one of the men to fuck me right then and there. Trent climbed on the fuck bench as Dave and Joey were taken out by the pool. We all got a good fucking that afternoon and for many times after that. We have stared in over 20 DVD’s and daily on the web site. We have learned to slam ourselves and use Viagra to maintain erections so that we can fuck each other at will.

Part 5-The Event When I woke I wasn’t sure what time it was or how long I had been sleeping, but I could tell the sun was up high in the sky. I made it to the bathroom off the bedroom we were in and took a wicked piss. I noticed the other guys starting to stir and thought we’d all have morning wood. But for some reason all of our cocks were soft although we were all very horny. We tried to get hard with no luck. We couldn’t figure out what was going on. The door was opened and we were let out into the house. Breakfast was waiting for us on the table. We chowed down and headed out to the pool for a bit of sun and fun. Each one of us was approached by the four men while we were out by the pool. I was the first they came over to and offered me a white pill followed by a slam. They then went to Dave, Joey and finally Trent giving each one a pill and a slam. We loved the drugs and went back to swimming. We were extremely horny, but none of us could get hard. We tried sucking each other’s dicks out by the pool with no luck. And none of the men would touch us. Trent was the first to beg one of the men to fuck him. The guy bent Trent over a lounge chair and fucked him right there by the pool. I was surprised to see Joey with one of the other men. Joey was on all fours on a lounge chair getting pounded. Dave and I had the same idea and we attempted to ask the same man. We were told to bend over and he would take turns fucking us till their guests arrived. We all loved the attention our bodies were finally getting. I am not sure how long we were in that position when we were told to get on our backs. I noticed that Joey and Trent were also on their backs getting fucked. We kept alternating from stomach to back throughout the afternoon. As the sun went down we were starting to crash when we were given an ‘injection’ in each of our asses and told; “That will keep you boys for a little while. Go get cleaned up and down to the basement.” We went inside and showered and cleaned up really well as we were told. As we showered I noticed that each of us had developed a nice tan over the past few days of swimming naked. None of us had any tan lines and I thought we all looked hot. When we got down to the basement I noticed a few new items. There were now 4 slings in the basement. Each of us climbed on in and was quickly restrained. A thin man walked in and out host introduced him; “This is Matt and he’ll be your chemist for the party.” I looked across the room at my buddies and wondered what I had gotten them into when Matt came over to me. “Now don’t you worry none bro, I am very good at what I do and you’ll be flying through the entire weekend.” He gave me a white pill and some funny tasting water. “Drink up, it’s gona be a long night.” He then gave me the strongest slam I had ever had. I coughed so hard you would’ve thought I was choking. In a drug haze I watched as he went to each of my buds and did the same to them as he had done to me. After the last one of us was chemed up the music began to play and the lights were dimmed. I saw a steady stream of men coming into the basement. One by one each of us began to be fucked by whom ever wanted our hole. And if our ass was occupied then they would shove their cock in an open mouth. I don’t know if the guy fucking me shot his load or not but after he pulled out another replaced him. Matt kept an eye on all of us to make sure we were hydrated and chemed up. I vaguely remember the entire weekend. I can’t recall all the men who fucked me. The best memory of the weekend I have was the time leading up to Matt chemming me up and as I was crashing from my high and I was being released from my restraints. Matt helped me over to the shower to clean up then up to the bedroom me and my buds occupied. It wasn’t long before all of us were in the bed again. Matt and the owner of the house were standing over us discussing his ‘fee’ for his services. I remember Matt saying; “I’ll take this one” as he pointed down at me. Matt took me to another bedroom and he gave me a little ‘something’ to get me out of my crash. Matt was a little more passionate then I had experience since I began all this some time ago. He kissed me and I kissed him back as we explored each other’s body. It was when I felt his crotch I got a little scared. It felt like he was packing a steel pipe between his legs. When he dropped his shorts I saw the biggest cock I had ever seen. It had to be 12” long and as thick as my wrist. Matt hiked my calves on his shoulders and pressed on inside me. I thought he was going to rip me apart when he slid right on in. It felt amazing to have him inside me. “You got one fine ass there. Maybe I will ask if I can keep you for my own.” I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying with me impaled on his monstrous cock like I was. I thought he’d blow his load and we’d be done. But when he started to pick up the pace and I felt his cock begin to thicken I figured we were almost done. Then he blew his load deep inside me, so deep I thought I would taste it in the back of my throat. He finished cumming and kept on fucking me. He gave me 5 loads before he tired out and took me back to the bedroom where I was finally able to crash.

Part 3-Dave I woke feeling something hard jabbing me in the back. Then a hand grabbed my hard cock and I remembered the events before I passed out. I turned my head and was kissed by Trent as he stroked my cock. I reached back and wrapped my hand around his hard cock and we kissed some more. I never knew I could find so much pleasure in being with another guy like this as we rolled to face each other. Trent moved down to suck my bone as I ran my hands through his long hair. I suggested he shift his position so I could take care of him as he took care of me. We were side by side in 69 sucking and slurping on each other’s tool. I fired into his Trent’s mouth first and he swallowed my load. That must have sent him over the edge and I felt his cock stiffen and begin to spew his tasty cum into my hungry mouth. We got up and headed for the bathroom and a nice shower. I turned on the water and climbed in as Trent climbed in behind me. It was a nice change from showering alone. We helped wash each other and soon were hard again. I turned him around and fucked him right there in the shower before the water got cold and we had to climb out. We got dressed and grabbed some breakfast as we figured out our day. We knew we were going back over the swim and needed to bring someone with us. Trent told me; “Dave & I are supposed to have plans today” “That’s perfect. Where are you meeting him?” “I’m supposed to meet him at his place then we were going to figure out what to do.” “Let’s go get him.” “Ain’t ya suppose to work today?” “Fuck that, I hate that job and this is much more fun. Besides, I blew it off yesterday to swim and I’m already over an hour late for today. I think it’s safe to say I am fired.” We headed out and over to Dave’s house. As usual the door was unlocked and we went inside. We found Dave still in his bed sleeping. Trent & I jumped on top of him to wake him up. “Wake up Dave.” “What the fuck! What are you guys doing here so early?” “It’s almost noon Dave. Get your skinny ass out of bed, its gona be a hot one today and we want to go swimming.” “Where are we gona do that?” “Remember that pool we sneaked into? It turns out the guy who lives there is cool and will let us swim there.” “Yeah, Trent and I spent the day there yesterday and had a blast.” “Cool, I’ll get dressed and grab my board shorts and we can go.” “You won’t need your board shorts, we skinny dip.” “Yeah, like we did that night I got caught.” “Really? That was a lot of fun just swimming around naked.” “Get dressed and let’s go.” Dave got out of bed in his boxer briefs, grabbed some shorts and a shirt off the floor and we were out the door. We made the walk offer to our new friends place quickly and rang his bell. “Nice to see you’re back again. And you brought a new friend.” “Yeah, this is Dave. He was one of the guys with us the other night when we jumped over your fence.” We did the house tour thing again so Dave could see the place. Then we ended up out back so we could hit the pool and work on our tans. We were out there for a while when we were asked if we wanted anything to drink. Like yesterday each of us was brought our requested drink. I was beginning to believe he was putting something in our drinks cause I was starting to feel very horny and was getting a raging hard on. We could tell what ever was in the drinks was hitting Dave especially hard. He had Trent and I carry Dave down to the basement and lift him into the sling. Trent was then restrained on the cross and I on the bench. He alternated between Trent and me with the lashes until Dave started to come around. Dave looked over and yelled out; “What the fuck are you doing to my friends?” The beating stopped as our host walked over to Dave; “Look who’s awake. Now the fun can begin.” Trent and I were released before he pulled out three needles, one for each of us. Dave watch as Trent and I allowed him to inject us with the drugs. He heard each of us cough as the drugs worked into our bodies. Then I went over and began to stroke Dave’s cock as he was prepped for his slam. Our host commanded; “Why don’t you suck his cock and start to prepare his hole for me while I give him what he needs.” Trent took Dave’s cock in his mouth as I began to lick his hole. I was able to watch out of the corner of my eye as the needle was stuck into Dave’s arm and the contents emptied into him. Then I heard him cough and felt his hole open up and start to suck on my tongue. We were told; “Good, there we go. Now he’s ready.” Trent and I moved out of the way as our host moved in and quickly began to fuck Dave. We put an arm around each other as we watched and I felt Trent’s cock poke me in the side. I looked at him and we kissed as Dave was getting what he needed from our host. “Go ahead you two can fuck and suck while I work my new friend here.” We watched as Dave got a good fucking from our host. We made out, sucked a little and fucked a lot. We decided to hold off cumming incase we were asked to fuck a load into Dave. Sure enough after a couple hours I was told to get between Dave’s legs. Trent was told to get in behind me and our host got behind Trent. I slid my cock into Dave’s wet hole as Trent slid into me. I could tell when Trent had his hole filled when he pushed harder into mine. We all started to fuck into the hole before us and pushed back on the cock behind us. It was incredible fucking like this. I felt Trent’s cock thicken and spasm inside me as I unloaded in Dave. I could tell when Trent got his hole creamed when I heard our host grunt out. We finished up and helped Dave out of the sling. As with before we were in the shower area in the corner getting hosed down with piss before we showered up. We swam for a little while longer before we left and headed for Dave’s place. No one spoke on the walk over to Dave’s. When we got to Dave’s and in his room Dave began to cry. Trent and I consoled him and before we knew it he was kissing Trent as I sucked his cock hard. Dave laid on his back and Trent and I mounted his hard cock. Trent didn’t want to be left out and I felt him come up behind me and slide his cock in along side Dave’s. We fucked like that for a good 30 minutes before I felt my balls tighten up and I came without ever touching myself. I believe my orgasms sent Dave and Trent over the edge and they filled my ass with both their loads. We cuddled up in Dave’s big bed and fell asleep.