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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 ;-)

I’d been blowing clouds with a daddy I would hook up with. He would have me come over and there would be a pipe loaded and ready for me when I arrived. “Sit, hit this until you finish it.” He’d say. And for the next twenty to thirty minutes I’d watch porn as I hit the pipe. When I was done, he’d fill it again. “Ok, lemme know when this is done.” And so I’d continue. By the time I was done I’d be flying and he’d be ready. He’d fill it again, move to the bed and take his clothes off. “Get between my legs and suck my meat, boy.” He nonchalantly order. And I’d take my clothes off, leaving on my jock, and I’d begin to suck he thick daddy dick. He was southern, white trashy / redneck sort of guy. Nice enough, with a great cock between his legs. I’d suck his dick for hours, and he’d feed me the pipe. He loved getting me higher and higher and having my spun mouth work over his dick. At some point in the night, after hours of me nursing his meat, he’d tell me to grease up my hole, turn around and sit down on his dick. And I would gladly oblige. One night, about midway into the session he received a text. And then sent another, and received another. “Hey, I need to go get some more shit. I have a friend staying in the other room. You are going to entertain him until I get back. Go over, knock on the door and he’ll let you in. When I get back, you can continue. Without hesitating I stood up and walked out of the room. I knocked on the door, it slid open, dark except the glow of a cell phone on a nightstand. And I walked in. A figure, taller than me, muscular, quietly said “Hey there.” and shut the door behind me. I moved toward the bed and he followed. He was naked and hard. “Is your hole open yet?” He asked. “Haven’t been fucked today yet” I responded. He reached over and lubed up his finger. “Lay down.” He told me. I laid on the bed and he guided my legs in the air. Lubing my ass and pushing in with his finger. “Not too tight. Good.” He pushed me further back and climbed on top of me. He handed me a bottle of poppers. “Hit these deep a few times, let me know when you are done with them.” He said. I hit them deep and hard, and immediately my skin and head buzzed and I felt light as a feather. I could feel him lubing up my hole more, and then he pushed my legs all the way back by my ears and placed a pillow under my ass. Then I felt his cock head on my hole and it pressed in. My hole was eager and I just wanted it to be filled with something big and thick. I still couldn’t make out his face really, but his body was firm, long and muscular. His dick with thick and just long enough. He slid all the way in. And I started to move a little for position. He grabbed my neck and said, “Do not move. Your job is to lay there, silently and take it. You move and I stop. You make a sound and I stop. If you need poppers, just tough your nose. Otherwise don’t move. Got it?” I was so turned on. “Yes.” I quietly responded. “Good. You are a bottom. My whore. Just a hole. And I want to get off. So shut up.” And he proceeded to fuck me deep and hard. I didn’t dare move. He handed me the poppers and and I inhaled deeply. About twenty minutes later he blew his load into my hole. It was still completely dark, I still hadn’t seen his face really. And when he was done shooting his load he pulled out. “Thanks. I think our bud is back.” And he walked to the door, slid it open while staying in the dark and ushered me into the hall. I went back to the daddy’s room. He was laying in the bed, porn on, dick out, pipe loaded. I went right back to sucking his meat. “How was my friend?” He asked. “Great.” I mumbled as I worked his cock with my mouth. “You just made me $40.” He said. “Daddy’s little whore.” My dick got rock hard. And I sucked him until he came. He fell asleep almost as soon as he came, and I quietly dressed and slipped out into the pre-dawn cool air of the street. I wasn’t nearly done. So I drove to a local sex club, parked and went in. This place was a sleazy hole, no private rooms, just lockers. And it had a few slings, some glory holes and a second level lofted with various spots to fuck and suck. I stripped down to my jock and sneakers, locked my locker, grabbed a cigarette and ran to the little smoking room towards the back. It was fairly quiet, no one doing anything, a guy was on the computers scrolling through profiles online, and another guy was already in the smoking room. Wearing jeans, a leather harness, and boots. He was smoking a cigarette. I sat down, he offered me a light. A few mins in, he pulled a pipe from his jeans and torched the bowl, and blew a big cloud. He offered me a hit, and I took it. We started chatting. He asked about my night, and without sparing much detail I told him what had happened so far. He smiled. “Woof!” He snarled. “Want to get fucked more?” He asked. And I nodded. He stood, pulled out a bag, and then found a small but nice size rock. “Bend over bud, lets get this deep in there.” And I turned around showed him my ass, and he pushed the rock deep inside. I turned around and sat back down. He pulled out his phone and started typing. “I have a few buddies who might be close by who would love a go on your ass. Let’s see what we can get going.” And he hit send on his phone. “Ok, go get that hole in a sling. I’ll be right there.” I walked out of the room and found a sling I liked toward the front. I slid up into it, and noticed a few more guys had come into the club. One big bear, younger, and fully clothed. An older guy, about 65, tall, lanky, with his dick hanging out of his jeans and a leather vest. And a third guy, about 40, long hair, long beard, kinda looked dirty and homeless. The all took note of the me hopping into the sling. My friend from the smoking room came out and handed me his poppers. “They are heading over now.” He said. I hit the poppers and he stuck a finger in my ass. The other three circled closer to the sling. He looked up and said to the dirty looking one, “Want his ass?” And with that he gave me to the dude. I never saw his dick, but felt it go in. He pushed all the way deep, and it felt amazing. My new smoking friend moved toward my head, gave me a hit of poppers. Looked quickly around, pulled out his pipe and lit if for me and I inhaled deep as the homeless guy plowed into my ass. “Your hole is mine tonight, and I’m going to keep it full.” My new buddy announced. As soon as the homeless guy blew his load in my hole, he motioned for the lanky older guy to take his place. This guy had been quiet so far watching, but as soon as his dick entered my ass it nearly doubled in size and he tore into my hole hard. It hurt from time to time, and my bud would make sure the poppers were at the ready. This went on for at least a half hour, and I noticed a few others had joined us. The old man finally busted his nut and pulled out. He leaned in and whispered to me “I love a good fucking whore. what locker is yours, I’ll slip me number into it. Call me as soon as you are done with here tonight, and I’ll keep you busy later.” I gave him my locker number and off he went. “My friends are here.” My smoking bud said with a smile, handing me the poppers again. “I also had them text their friends.” And before I had finished the hit of poppers, another dick was in my ass.

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 a chaser but I think PrEP is awesome. Chasing or not-caring is not an option for everyone for dozens of reasons. I once had another chaser tell me that bottoms who are on PrEP aren't real bottoms, and I told him he's a fucking idiot. If you want to and can be on PrEP absolutely do it. If you want to chase then chase.

(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.

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!)

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.

Last night walking home from the bar, I saw this baby face muscular black guy, mid to late 20s, clean cut, tall sitting at a park bench. As I got closer I saw he was rubbing a very obvious erection in his skinny jeans, she noticed me looking, smiled and said "want it? follow me to the restroom". So as the slut bitch I am I followed him. As soon as we walked in he pushed me against the wall, kissed me, licked me all over the neck and face, bit my shoulder hard until it imprinted and then pushed me down to suck his cock. When I saw his meat I knew it would hurt like hell going in but that once used to it I'd be in heaven, easily over 9 uncut. I started to suck but when he saw i couldn't deep throat him, he asked if my ass was clean I said yes and next I was bend over against the wall. He was so dominant I was sure he would just ram it in there but I was wrong, he pulled out some lube and slowly and painlessly entered me, slow fucked me for a couple minutes and then once he felt i was loose and relaxed he started one of the roughest breeds I had before. He made me see stars pounding from every imaginable angle until I felt the warm of his seed shooting inside me. He came so much and I loved feeling the warm of that huge load. Instead of pulling out he asked if i wanted his bfs cock too, I said yea. We walked to his place, his bf was a beautiful 19 yo latin boy with a nice 7 inches incut piece. I ended up taking 3 more loads from the first guy and 2 from the twink, and giving 2 to the boy. My ass was so full when I got home that cum was leaking and running down my leg.

I too have been surprised at the anti-PrEP comments. While I chose to chase (and convert) it was just that MY CHOICE. And, it is a quite serious decision---literally a lifetime of consequences. The decision to use the drug is no different than the decision to go raw without out latex or chemical protection....an individual choice. With a site like this, it would be nice if we were all supportive of each other...regardless of the decisions we make. Few other places allow the open discussions we have, allow the open disclosure of our sexual extremes and allow the sharing of the "real" experiences of raw sex, enhancements and hiv+ fetish. Lets embrace that freedom and allow each other guy to find their place in our more fringe universe of sex.

I was a chaser myself, so for me PrEP was not something I considered at all. That said, I don't have any issues with guys being on PrEP. Every individual is different and nobody should have to justify their choices when it comes to one's sex life and health. It's all about living out one's fantasies and making informed decisions. So if someone likes to bareback but wants to avoid contracting HIV, sure go on PrEP; if you like to fuck bare and are unsure about how you'd feel if you turned poz, sure go on PrEP (for the time being). Even though PrEP was not for me (for obvious reasons), I also feel that it has its benefits for the barebacking community as a whole. Thanks to PrEP a lot more people are finally giving in to their urges and fuck raw... and who am I to turn down a stud's load?!

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

The first time I took it raw was with a guy I had hooked up with a bunch of times before, mostly for oral, but we did anal with a condom before. Anyway he came over my place and we exchanged oral a couple of times making each other really hard, and he ate my ass which drives me crazy. After he ate my ass he got up between my legs and said he wanted to tease my ass with his cock a little bit. Now having hooked up with this guy quite a few times before I had no reason to think he'd try anything, but after "teasing" my tight ass for a few seconds he pushed forward and rammed his cock balls deep in my ass. I remember my eyes popping open when I realized what he had done and that his raw cock was in me, then I just moaned and told him to fuck me. The rest of the night we fucked bareback, and I even took him ass to mouth a couple of times and rode him too. The only thing that disappointed me was that he didn't buy breed me when he came, he gave me a facial instead. But I did suck his cock clean and I ate all the cum from my face as well. That was was my first time taking it raw, it wasn't planned, but it was hot. How about yours, planned or unplanned?

Several weeks ago I set up a party via A4A, yep a raw, bareback party. However this party was for negs only. So as the replies came back I told everyone that when you arrive I would administer an HIV test to make sure that no POZ guys tried to sneak in and ruin the fun. When all was said and done a total of nine guys showed up and as promised I gave each a swab and if they came up neg they were in. Well of course two of the guys who showed up tested poz and I told them that I was sorry but they could not take part. One took it in stride the other was kinda pissed but in the end he too left. It was a shame though, he was fucking hot: a 35 white guy, built like a tank, with an impressive tool to boot. In any event, this brought the party down to eight participants, including myself. Now mind you I just moved to the town a few months ago so I thought the party would be a great way of meeting some hot boys, and hot they were! Of the seven who were allowed to stay one was a 30 year old Latino top, Pedro, a white couple, Mike and Steven, 32, and 34 respectively, both of whom liked to play around. One was a sweet young black twink boy, Jordan. When I swabbed him I actually had to ask for an ID. Turned out he was 22. My remaining guests were an 27 year old Asian top Mark, with a monster 9.5. I never knew an Asian could pack a cock that size. The next in the line up was Jack, a white 35 year old married guy, who loved to play around when his wife and son were out of town. Finally my last guest was a 25 year old named Bobby. This kid must have been born into the royal family he was such a queen. Once all the intros were done and the tests completed proving all participants were negative, I put-out the beer, poppers and lube, turned on the music and the night started. Thanks the maker for three day weekends. Pedro went straight for the couple, Mike and Steven, while Mark unleashed his monster tool on Jordan. Mark didn't play around with any four play at all, he simply pushed Jordan down on the couch and ripped off his shorts. The kid's legs were so far bent over his head I was going to check to make sure his neck didn't break. I guess Mark knew what he was doing because Jordan seemed to be happy with Mark's attention. When Mark started I didn't see him use any lube, he just smiled at me and plowed Jordan's hole. I tried to comfort Jordan by holding a bottle of poppers under his nose. I am not sure if it helped or not. When I stood up I looked at Mark go and I was pissed I wasn't getting plowed like that. While this was going on I spied that Jack and Boby were holding up in a courner of the house, lip locked and rolling on the floor like a newlywed couple. Jack must have been from Ohio or something because he was corn fed. When he started to finger Bobby's hole, the queen was purring like a cat in heat. Jack lifted Bobby's legs up in the air and used loads of lube. (I can't imagine why Jack bothered with the lube, 'cause Bobby's back side looked like a truck could drive out.) As all were having a awesome time, except for me, I walked up behind Mark who was still plowing the hell out of Jordan. I slipped my finger into Mark's sweet ass. The kid jumped in surprise, and quickly turned saying he was a top only. I told him that my rules were everyone had to get fucked at least once and I said if I fucked him, he didn't have to worry about getting tagged. so while he was pounding Jordan I was able to move in. Using my finger I slowly entered his hole. I could tell Mark was not happy as he kept telling me I was ripping him up. Little did he know, that was exactly what I was doing. Before he could put up any resistance I shoved my cock in him with the same force he used on Jordan. Mark let out a yell as his ass was spread apart. This kid never got topped so I made the most of it. Fuck it hurt, but I bent him over Jordan and next thing I knew Jordan was getting bred by the biggest load of cum he had ever taken. The force of Mark's thrust into Jordan made my cock explode at the same time. After which I pulled out. Mark asked why I pulled out, I simply told him, once you bust your nut it hurts like hell getting fucked so I did not want to cause him anymore pain. He said thanks, and thanked me for not shooting in his ass. I said no problem as I let my index finger probe in his hole. As he walked away to start his next conquest I looked at my finger and sure enough, it was red. As the night passed I managed to dump my load in a total of four guys that night. Not bad as I managed to tag Mark, Pedro and the couple. Now they were fun. They each wanted to get double-dicked so I told them that while each fucked the other I would fuck them too. It was a real turn-on with my cock sharing each guy's butt, knowing that my seed not only covered their lover's cock but that each guy's lover's cock was ramming my seed further down his partner's ass. Eventually the party ended and everyone left the house, except Jack. I approached him to see if he was ok. He said party was one of the best times he had ever had, that he had been plowed by Mark twice and that his ass was all beat up. I told him that if he wanted he could stay the night. After a moment he agreed and gathered up his clothing. As we walked up the stairs his eye keept looking at the packets of swabs I had on the table by the door. When we walked into the bedroom he dropped his clothing on the floor near the bed, and his wallet, watch and cell phone on the night table. Then he climbed into bed and lay on his stomach. He turned his head to me and just looked up. Sensing an oncoming question, I quickly rolled on to his back and started to make out with him. At first he said "Stop my ass really hurts" but I shushed him, saying told him I would go easy, as I began to rim his ass, all the time thinking to myself 'Damn Mark really fucked his cunt up'. Not surprisingly, as I started to rim Jack, he turned into a big old pussy, his ass rising in the air. I asked him if he wanted to get fucked one last time before the night was done. He just moaned and that was all I needed for my cock to get hard. As I entered his hot, torn-up hole, Jack said, "I been thinking. When we all showed-up you made us all take an HIV test." "Yeah," I said "to make sure you were all neg." Jack replied "Yeah, I got that. You showed us each of our swabs, but I don't remember seeing your results." As he said that his cell phone rang. Handing him his cell phone, I asked him who it was: "My wife" he replied. Better answer it, I commented, adding that I wouldn't make a sound, although I slowly continued to fuck his hole. While she was talking to him I could over hear her say that she came home early, I whispered into his ear "No you didn't see my results because mine would have turned up POZ." His face turned pale white as I had him pinned under me, he couldn't scream and he didn't' move. I told him that his ass was really fucked-up and that if I bust in him he most likely be pozzed. As his wife chatted away, I quietly gave him a choice: "Tell your wife that you missed her and you will see her soon I would pull out without busting, but if you tell here you love her and you'll be home in an hour or two, I will bust my nut in your wrecked hole." He signed off the conversation with his wife saying "Love you, honey, I'll be home in an hour or two." With that I whispered "Welcome to the brotherhood" blowing the biggest nut in my life into his hole. Afterwards I told him "Go home and fuck your wife before your cum turns to poison" but after looking at the sheets I concluded he had already had blown his last negative load. Still shell shocked he dressed and went home.

I went downstairs, where there was a maze of mattresses, slings, and padded benches. I'd never in my life been in a place with so many dark recesses. The lighting consisted of numerous crisscrossed strings of midget colored Christmas lights so it was none too bright. I suppose the same could have been said of the clientele, many of whom no doubt suffered from AIDS dementia—like I gave a shit. This was a party, a randy orgy; no ifs, ands, or butts about it—no great intellect required. About 20 guys had gathered there, out of the 35 who eventually showed up. Already there was a lot of raw fucking going on. The place was jumping with homophiles, ages 20 - 65, whose bodies belied the ravages of an incurable disease just biding its time. Of course, no one was carding who was NEG and who was POZ, since, theoretically, everyone there was POZ since it was billed as a poz only party. There were bare Cocks everywhere, getting serviced by hot mouths or plunging unsheathed into unprotected Cunts. A Sandy-Blonde in his early forties stole up behind me, fingered my Hole, and slid his raw Dick up my Cunt (1). Yeah, he plowed me good; but there was a certain tenderness in the way he fucked. A small crowd milled about; and when he pulled out, another Dude relieved his butt. Not mincing words, that Top flipped me over on my knees and dogged me till he shot (2). I approached a long-time Pal, bent over to suck him off, and still another raw Dick snuck up my Butt (3). Eventually that Dude deposited his Load—an action to be replicated by numerous other Sodomites (4,5,6). I gave up trying to figure out who was banging whom, while my Bud's thick, uncut Manmeat scarfed down my throat. Finally my Uncut Bud decided he, too, had to have a piece of me, and led me to a Sling. He'd gotten really horned up watching the Anonymous Horde ding my Ass. The Slam!Slam!Slam! of his fat Shaft hammering my Shitter resounded wall-to-wall. But, alas, he didn't want to cum just yet, so we took a quote-unquote “break.” When I climbed the stairs to get a beer, a guy who'd seen me gettin' bred pursued me to the john and slid it in (7). A multi-talented Dude to be sure, he alternated between eating my sloppy Pussy and screwin' the BEJESUS outta me. I gripped the urine-spattered toilet bowl and held on for dear life—while his fellow barflies peed and peered and pined for a more protein brew. When I got back downstairs, I sat astride a vacant bench to watch the guy on the mattress next to me get dicked—the perfect vantage point from which to ogle a bare Cock force open a raw Hole as gobs of Toxic Spooge spewed out. A hot, hung Black strolled up within inches of my face. In one fell swoop, he yanked his towel off his waist and flung it about his neck. And there I was, confronted by his swaying, bobbing midnight Shaft. Of course I couldn't help myself and took advantage of the not so subtle invitation to sodomize that monster Shaft. I knew he'd been around the block cause I tasted Ass Juice on his Cock. He twirled me about as if I were just another piece of meat and plowed me good (8). Afterwards a handsome Blonde, who'd watched me get creamed, led me over to a mattress to service him. His was a delicious Cock, with loose, low-hanging Balls. As I sucked, another Black approached to fuck my Ass. but the Blonde pre-empted him, demanding I mount his phallic Shaft. Not to be denied, the Black inched up behind the two of us and slid his own Rod in beside the Blonde's (9). My Ass had been generously prelubed with Cum; otherwise taking two good-sized Dicks at once would have been nigh impossible for me. The Black shot first, but Blondie kept on truckin', making sure I got all the STD's the Black Guy had to offer as well as Blondie's Private Strain. One of the Spectators shot in my mouth. I passed it on to Blondie in a Kiss, then snaked my hand down and massaged the remnant on his Dick so he could fuck the rest of that manic Manseed up my Cunt (10). I guess that emboldened another of the Voyeurs, who slid his Dick in beside the Blonde's, making for my second Double-Dicking of the night (11). My legs were cramping. Remember, I'd been riding Blondie the whole time; but he still hadn't cum. So I eased off and jerked and sucked his unaccommodating Fuck Stick as other guys pinched and nibbled at his Nips; and he, in turn, frenched some lipodystrophic little Whore until, at last...I guided the Blonde Bomber's pulsing Cumstick up my Crack (12). The cadaverous little Shit was beside himself with Lust. So I pushed him down and sat on his face so the bony little Wastrel could eat Blondie's Cum outta my Ass. He kept jackin' his puny, midget uncut Tool with his scrawny birdlike claws; and when he was about to shoot, I snookered him and sank down on his Bantam Rod (13). I could tell from the scrunched-up, convoluted expression on his face that he detested being ridden as a Top. Tough Shit! After that I licked the Cum and Ass Juice off both Blondie and the wasted little Slut. I'd been at it several hours and needed to take a break. But—and this was a big Butt, indeed—a beefy guy with by far the biggest Dick I'd seen that night overpowered me and flipped me to the mat. I feigned to struggle beneath his weight, but he pried my shapely legs apart and raped my well-deserving Butt (14). I couldn't have escaped if I'd wanted to. But who says I wanted to? After that I decided to call it quits—while I still could hobble to my car. I'd enjoyed some of the finest fucking of my life. I'd been bred by more than a dozen Cocks and had taken 14 Noxious Loads—most, if not all of which, were POZ.

When I was 22 and was in a committed relationship with a guy named Travis. We had been together a little over a year and at first it had been awesome: we'd fuck all the time and he'd pound my hole constantly, but after a while I was sad to admit I was bored having the same old sex with the same guy over and over again. I would constantly check-out hot guys I saw everywhere and would flirt non-stop at parties. Then I would fantasize about guys on whom I had crushes whenever Travis would fuck me. After a while, 'though, that stopped being enough. One day, I was desperate to get fucked by a new cock so I went to the local bathhouse hoping to find some action. I undressed, threw my stuff in a locker, and then started to wander with my towel around my waist. It wasn't long before I had several guys interested in me. I went up to the hottest one, a tall and toned white guy with dirty blonde hair, and started making out with him. I was in heaven. Eventually I pulled off his towel, revealing a nice thick eight-inch uncut cock that was rock hard. I immediately dropped to my knees and started blowing him. He was very aggressive and shoved his cock all the way into the back of my throat causing me to gag a little bit, but I loved every second of it. He then stopped fucking my face, pulled me up and pushed me against the wall and started grinding his cock in between my ass cheeks, asking me if I wanted his cock in my hole. I moaned and begged him to fuck me. Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment to me except that his thick cock fucked my hole. He spat on his hand, lubed-up his cock, and then slowly pushed it into my hole. I moaned and he started to go faster until he was furiously pounding away. This continued for about five minutes and then he pulled out, pushed me down on my knees, shoved his cock back in my mouth, and shot every drop of his cum down my throat. It was the most exhilarating fuck I had ever had, and knowing I had just cheated on Travis made it all the sweeter. Little did I know at the time that a friend of Travis' who frequented the bathhouses was there and recognized me as I was getting fucked bareback by the stud. Moreover, Travis' friend reported everything back to Travis, and Travis, to his credit, never let on to me that he knew for the next few days that he knew of my indiscretion - instead he plotted his revenge. Travis kept very quiet about it and kept to our normal routine, then a couple of days later I received a message on grindr and flirted with me hardcore. We exchanged dirty pics and messages back and forth for a while and eventually he convinced me to come meet him at his place for some fun. What he didn't tell me is that he was poz and a friend of Travis'. I showed up at his place and as soon as I walked in the door he grabbed me and started making out with me. He was incredibly hot: he was tall, with ginger-colored short-hair, a perfectly defined body and answered the door wearing nothing but some tight briefs which did very little to hide his very large cock. He pushed me up against the wall as he kissed me, pulled off my shirt and shorts leaving me in my underwear. I couldn't contain my self so I immediately dropped to my knees, whipped-out his cock, (which even though not fully hard, was a good eight inches), took it into my mouth and blew him. As his cock rose to its full hardness, I pull it out of my mouth, marveled at it and inquired "How big is that thing?" "Ten inches. Think you can take it all?" Without saying another word I immediately dove back down on it and sucked for all I was worth. I tried to get the whole thing in, but I can't manage it and gagged after about three-quarters was down my throat. "Nice try. Wanna see if your ass can handle it any better?" He asked. "Hell yeah." He led me into the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed on my back. "You don't mind taking it bareback, right?" he asked. "No, not as long as your negative. I have a boyfriend - I don't want to pass anything on to him" I replied. He chuckled saying "I'm neg, yeah. But you don't mind cheating on your boyfriend?" "For a cock like yours? Not at all" I answered as I pulled him down on top of me. With that he positioned himself in between my legs and furiously resumed making-out with me. He slid his cock up and down against my hole, teasing me. I keep trying to position myself so his cock head would catch in my hole. I was essentially begging him to fuck me. Finally he lubed-up himself and my ass, and then pressed his cock head against my hole. "You ready?" he asked, but without waiting for any answer he slammed the whole thing into me to the hilt. I cried-out in pain asking him to pull-out. "Nuh uh. You said you could handle it, so take this cock like the little bitch you are." And with that he commenced fucking me, sliding his big cock in and out of my hole. I continued to wince at the pain, but eventually I adjusted and start writhing in ecstasy begging him to fuck me - harder. He obliged my request and started to slam-fuck my hole, pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way back in with each thrust. After a minute he mentioned that it looked he had torn me up a bit because a little bit of blood is coming out on his cock. He made the remark with a sly smile that I didn't understand, but in reality I didn't really care: his cock felt so good. The fucking intensified and he panted "You know how I said I was negative before?" "Yeah" I grunted. "I lied. Now take my POZ cum like the cheating little whore you are!" he yelled as he shot his load deep into my hole. He had me pinned underneath himself so I can't get out and he left his cock buried in me for a minute, presumably to make sure the load was absorbed. Finally, he pulled out, tossed my clothing at me and said "Maybe next time you'll think twice before cheating on one of my friends, you little cocksucker. Now get the fuck out of my house."

I live in Las Vegas and for a town called Sin City, it can really be hit or miss if you're a bottom. But I'll never forget the time that I was essentially raped at Entourage, one of the two remaining bathhouses here in town. I'd been out with a couple of friends and we'd gone to Badlands, a somewhat old style saloon in the same commercial center where Entourage is located. I was feeling buzzed and was in no condition to drive home so as we said our goodbyes, my buddies went their way and I walked over to Entourage. As it was roughly 2:00 AM on a Friday night, all the rooms were taken up and I had to settle for a locker. I figured I'd just wait til a room was available and get some sleep then. In the meantime, I figured I'd check out the action. I undressed and walked around with the towel over one shoulder, which, for the most part, covered my cock, but which left my ass visible. The hallways and TV room were nearly empty and, as I made my way around, I could see that most doors were closed. I silently regretted those last two Jack and cokes I'd had because they were beginning to hit me and all I wanted was to lay down somewhere quiet and get some rest. That's when I saw Him walking towards me: good looking, muscular, 20 something year old dark haired stud with a USMC tattoo on his right pec and a beer can thick cock hanging between his legs. He walked past me without acknowledgement, but as I turned to look over my shoulder, I caught him doing the same, apparently staring at my ass. For the next few minutes, as I looked for a place to lay down, I would occasionally see him in my peripheral vision, stalking me as if I were his prey. I finally made my slightly disoriented way into the empty dark room and lay face down on a waist high platform, ready to get some shut eye and oblivious to the fact that the stud had followed behind me and was standing a mere few feet from me, fisting his thick cock and making plans for my hole. As I lay there on the verge of sleep, I suddenly felt him straddle my ass, spread my cheeks with both hands, and what felt like a baseball bat pressing against my asshole, trying to stretch it against its obvious resistance. The shock and pain woke me the fuck up and in a drunken slur I said "Please don't, you're really big." Without saying a word he backed off and I could hear him pop open some lube and begin to jack his cock. I naively thought that that was the end of it when he suddenly lay his full weight on my back, clamped one hand around my mouth, and used his other hand to maneuver his now slick cock between my cheeks and started using that big mushroom head as a battering ram. The slippery lube and his insistence gradually spread my hole and with an almost audible pop, his cock head forced its way through my sphincter and I heard him groan savagely as I lay there and saw stars from the pain of the sudden invasion. I tried getting up from under him but he used his body weight to hold me down and as he shoved the remaining length of his hole wrecker in me, he hissed into my ear, "I'm fucking balls deep in you now, just fucking take it." I felt helpless as I lay there and felt him bucking his hips and sliding his thick fucker in and out of me, feeling his huge cock head drag and push my insides as he shoved in and out of my guts. In the back of my mind, I was worried and scared because I knew I was essentially getting raped by a big dicked stud who hadn't even contemplated putting a condom on before spearing my guts with his huge cock. But in the forefront, I was beginning to really enjoy the fuck as I he would slam balls deep and ram directly onto my prostate. I couldn't help it and I started moaning uncontrollably against his hand on every down stroke. He soon noticed and that seemed to turn him on. He started getting more vocal, whispering encouragements into my ear, "That's right, fuck yeah, I knew you'd love my cock.....yeah, take my fucking cock all in you..... Yeah, your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum..... Yeah, I'm gonna fill you up with my load." The rhythm of the cock pistoning in and out of my ass began to become more frantic, even as I recognized a complete stranger was about to shoot his cum into my unprotected hole. His breathing became more ragged as he suddenly pushed himself as deep into me as he could and froze in place as I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing balls deep in me as he flooded my guts with his cum and groaned, "Fuck yeah, knocking your ass up with my seed! Yeah, take it all bitch, take my babies in you, fucking take my load!" My hole spasmed around his cock, responding to the stimulus as he lay on top of me, his heart beating like a jack rabbit and his cock still throbbing with the last jets of his orgasm. He pulled his cock out of me and I felt empty as the cool air hit my now puffed up ass lips. He smacked my left ass cheek and said, "Keep my cum in you and let it do its job, cumdump." With that advice he got off of me and walked back into the darkness. I lay there confused and conflicted as my military rapist's cum slowly trickled out of my hole and ran down my balls to join the load I'd unexpectedly shot as he took my ass and made it his cumdump.

This is my first time writing and although this is fiction, it is very heavily influenced by my own experiences. I hope that you guys give me yer honest feedback, thanks. Colt was the typical redneck white trash kind of kid growing up in a rural state in a small town along a major interstate hiway. He knew he was white trash because everyone told him so. It was just him and his mother Brenda for as long as he knew. They lived in a dumpy trailer house on the edge of town and his mom worked at the local truck stop. Colt didn't have any friends but his mom sure did. Every night after she got off work she always had a " guest" over. Usually it was some truck driver or biker who had come through. Occasionally it was a local like the banker, one of his teachers, or even one of the older high school guys from his school. It certainly made making friends at school very hard for Colt especially when the older boys would tell him how good his mom was in bed. Colt was a loner. Colt had grown up tough and strong. He was 5'11 inches 150 pounds of pure muscle. He had dark hair, dark eyes and he prided himself that he grew a beard, sort of in the 9th grade. He was considered attractive but no girl would dare talk to him because of his mom's reputation. Colt never talked to anyone at school. He lived his life invisible to everyone around him. He only saw his mom briefly when she came home from work and always had a guest with her. They would walk in, his mom would say a quick hello and they would disappear down the hall to the bedroom. There were several times when Colt would fall asleep on the sofa one of the guests would come out and watch tv. The guy would often be friendly with Colt, and he enjoyed the attention. A few times they would drink beer with Colt or even share a joint. It made Colt feel grown up when this would happen and he enjoyed the buzz or high he got with these men. A few had even asked him to suck their cocks but Colt never did. The other thing Colt enjoyed was hanging out at the park that was behind the truck stop his mom worked at. It was secluded, along the river, and had space for camping and truck parking. There was also a nice brick restroom in the center. Colt would watch the cars and big rigs traveling the roads and long to leave this hell hole. He did notice that more guys than anything stopped and used the restrooms but never thought much about it. They would often glance at him as they entered or talk to him as they came out but he never figured it out, until on day in August. He knew it was August because the bikers had been coming through town in their way to Sturgis for the big bike rally. He enjoyed the sounds of the big bikes, how the guys were dressed in black leather, and how rugged they seemed. He needed to take a piss and headed to the restroom. He walked it and it smelled like all outdoor toilets, the smell of piss and disinfectant was strong. He had just started pissing when he heard two bikes stop outside and two bikers walked in. He had chosen the urinal in the center and soon he had one biker on each side of him. He got nervous when anyone was around and he froze up. He couldn't piss. He just stood there while the two bikers were pissing on either side of him. He stared straight ahead at the brick wall and tried to focus. He wasn't listening to the two bikers and was startled when one put his hand on his shoulder and said shy huh? Colt jumped a little and turned beet red. He looked down again and noticed the biker had a big hard cock hanging out of his pants. Colt just stared at it. The biker said you must like what you see there boy and Colt just turned more red. The biker on the other side of him said well mine is just as nice and Colt turned and saw he too was hard and slowly stroking his fat uncut cock. Colt wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to run out of there and yet his feet didn't move. The bikers kept saying things but he wasn't really comprehending. The dark haired biker who had his hand on his shoulder turned Colt to face the other biker with the uncut cock. He was blond, bearded about 35 and about the same height as Colt but much bigger. The blond biker then kneeled on the floor and unbuckled Colts wranglers, pushing them down and that's when the biker realized Colt didn't have any underwear on. Truth was Colt didn't have any as his mom never got around to buying him any. Colt stood there in shock and fear as the biker started stroking Colt's cock and it started to grow. Nobody had ever touched Colt before and he blushed deeply again. The biker said there is nothing better than boy cock and opened his mouth and started sucking Colt's 7 inch cock. He couldn't believe the incredible feelings he was receiving. He just closed his eyes and he could feel the other biker behind him start to kiss his neck and rub his growing bulge against Colt's exposed ass. The biker said to his buddy that there is one thing better than boy cock and that's boy ass and both bikers laughed. All Colt knew at that point was he was feeling real good right now. The biker behind him also kneeled behind him and felt him spread his ass cheeks apart and he pushed his face into the boys crack. Colt was not sure what was going to happen but the beard felt good on his crack and then he held something warm and wet on his virgin hole. Holy fuck Colt thought to himself, this feels awesome. The guy went from licking his hole to probing it. He would git it real wet and then he felt one of the bikers fingers invade his hole. Before Colt could protest, he suddenly felt his cock erupt into the blond bikers mouth and he blasted ever drop of boy cum he had in his balls. He felt his ass spasm and buck against the other biker's finger. Colt literally felt like his legs would collapse and he would fall down but the two bikers kept him upright. The three guys could hear a couple a cars pull up to the restroom and the two bikers quickly tucked their cocks back in and the dark haired biker quickly said meet us outside and they walked out. Colt was still standing at the urinal, his wranglers down to his boots when he heard the door open again. He quickly pulled his jeans back up and washed his hands as he processed what just happened. He wasn't sure how he felt and if he should go talk to them or not. He pulled the door open and walked out......

This is my first time writing something like this, but reading all these stories I thought I would try my hand at it. Feed back is always great, and if you like it I'll keep writing. --How I Became A Cumdump: the Story of a 'Condoms Only' 20 Somethings Transformation My name is Mark, I’m 24, five foot nine, one hundred and sixty pounds and decidedly average. I have always been a bottom, when I was a teenager when other guys were tugging their dicks, I was fingering my hole. Eventually I graduated to getting cucumbers out of the refrigerator nightly and pounding my hole into a pulp. So when I went to college and started having sex with guys there was no question that I would be taking their cocks, but until I was 21 I was a self proclaimed condom Nazi: no unwrapped cocks were entering my hole. So what changed when I was 21? Well, I met Anthony. Anthony was everything I wasn’t. I was a paie blond boy, Anthony was a tall dark haired beast of a man. I was small, whereas Anthony stood around six foot two. I had a slight build, whereas Anthony was made of solid thick rippling muscles. I was smooth, whereas Anthony was covered all over in thick dark course hair. My hole twitched as soon as I saw his profile on Adam4adam. I had just finished my classes for the day was had logged on to see if any of my usual hookups were online for that night when I saw him on the New Member’s page. “ItalianTop34” his screen name read and below it a picture of his perfectly sculpted chest and stomach. I stared at the thumbnail for a long moment taking in the dark nipples the dark hair swirling down out of frame. I felt my hole twitching eagerly. I clicked on his picture and started reading: he was 34 years old, six foot two, two hundred and twenty pounds, and most impressively of all, a total top, with a nine inch cock. I typed a quick message to him, complimenting his picture and telling him to hit me up sometime, after hovering over the send button my hole gave another powerful twitched and I clicked send. For the next twenty minutes I chatted with a few regular fuck buddies making some tentative plans for later, tried to start on a paper for my European Literature class until I heard that familiar buzz from the a4a in box and pulled the website back up. It was him. My heart skipped a beat as I opened his message and read “hey there kid, cute pics, what brings you on here tonight?” I typed hurriedly: “looking for some fun tonight, need something to distract me from these papers.” Not a whole minute later: “a distraction? what sort of distraction?” We carried on like that for a few more messages culminating in him giving me his address. “Be there in an hour” was my last message to him. I quickly ran to the bathroom and cleaned up, getting ready to take his massive cock. My heart was pounding and my stomach seemed to be bouncing. I always get that feeling when I know a big cock is in my near future. Twenty minutes later I dashed out of my apartment in a pair of basket ball shorts, no underwear, of course, (a good bottom doesn’t need underwear), and a plain white t-shirt. I jumped in my car and drove the twenty minutes to his place. For a brief moment I sat in the car looking at the red brick building before rushing up to the little side door he had told me to use. His apartment was on the fourth floor at the top of the building and right inside the white painted door was a staircase leading up to his doorway. I knocked quickly and then stepped back waiting. I heard movement on the other side of the door and then it swung open quickly revealing Anthony for the first time in the flesh. He stood there in the door way in just a pair of running shorts, not the long kind people wear now but the short ones from the 80’s, a thing sheen of sweat seemed to glisten on his massive chest, there was about a day's worth of beard growing on his square jaw, but now standing in front of him it was his eyes that struck me the most. They were the brightest blue I had ever seen in someone’s eyes and they shown out like two brilliant pools from under his thick dark brow. He smiled, “Well you really didn’t wanna write that paper did you boy, you’re twenty minutes early. I went for a quick run before you came over, makes me last longer,” even this brief mention of sex was enough to make my hole twitch again and my cock begin to harden, “and I was gonna take a shower for yah, but now you’re here. Guess you could have a seat and wait for me to go get cleaned up.” “Oh no that’s alright,” I stammered. I don’t know why but the faint smell of manly sweat that was wafting from him into the hall way was making my cock begin to grow even harder. Anthony noticed, he chuckled and said “Look at you, springing wood on the stairs. You must really want this,” and with that he grabbed his meaty cock though the running shorts pressing its impressive profile against the thin fabric. Even soft the thickness of his cock was amazing and I was now hard as a rock all 6.5 inches of me straining against my shorts. “Come in kid,” he said stepping aside to let me in. He closed the door behind me, and then led the way down a narrow hall to the first room, the living room. It was nice with a big couch a few chairs a massive built in bookcase one wall and a giant television on the other. Anthony grabbed a remote off the coffee table and clicked it in the direction of the television which began to hum to life. “You want a beer?” he asked. “Sure,” I replied. “Have a seat. I’ll bring them through.” He left and I sat down on the massive couch looking at the television which now showed the symbol for some network connection and then after a moment of processing an image sprung up on the screen. A boy about my age was on his back on a hotel bed while a man old enough to be his father pounded the boy’s hole. The moans of the boy could be heard around the room from the surround sound system. I watched as two more men came into frame and one of them pushed his fat cock down the boy’s throat and the other moved round to where the first man was still plowing the boy. The first man seemed to get the hint and pulled out so that the new man could take his place inside the bottom. Then I realized I was watching bareback porn. I suddenly felt hot. My hole twitched, and my cock throbbed. I had never watched bareback porn before on principal and I was suddenly kicking myself for it. The boy writhed as the new man began to force is raw cock into his hole but soon enough the new man as pounding away with the same gusto as the first man. It was around this time that I slid my hand down the front of my shorts, spread my legs and began to rub my hole. I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Anthony with two beers in his hands smiling at me. God how long had he been there watching me feel up my own hole to his porn. Looking back that had probably been part of his plan, to get me even more horned up with bareback porn, but how was I to know that at the time? Chuckling, Anthony walked over with the two beers and, although the couch could seat four, he sat down next to me, presumably so he could stretch his big arm around as he sat down. I suddenly found myself engulfed in that same manly smelly and it was intoxicating. I breathed deeply a few times and then turned so that my noise was right next to his pit and took a deep whiff. “You are quite the pig boy. First you’re so excited for cock you get here early, then I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re going at your hole and now it’s all you can do to keep from sticking you whole face in my sweaty stinking pit. Well go on boy, get in there and get a good taste.” He took his arm from around me and held it over his head exposing his thick bushy pits. After the very briefest of hesitations I dove in, first just sniffing and then sticking my tongue in and licking all over tasting the sweet salt of his sweat. I must have gone at his pit for five minutes. I was so entranced with the smell and the taste that I didn’t notice that he had lowered his hand until I felt his fingers sliding down the back of my shorts. As soon as I felt one of his digits graze my hole I pulled my head from his pit, rocked my body forward to give him better access and buried my head in his crotch. I could feel his cock beginning to swell and press against the little shorts and before he had even worked one finger inside me the head had slipped out of one of the legs of his shorts. I quickly engulfed his cock head and began to make out with the uncut monster that would soon change my life forever. I felt one and then two fingers slide inside my hole and begin to stretch me out. After a few minutes he pulled his fingers out of my ass and brushed me away from his cock. “Strip,” he ordered. Hurriedly I stood up and tossed my t-shirt off into a corner and quickly shucked my shorts off as well. After looking at me for what seemed like forever Anthony smiled and slid his own shorts off. Although I had had had his cockhead in my mouth, I was still not prepared for what I saw: that massive beautiful piece of dark uncut Italian meat that sprung up and pressed against his furry abs. I whimpered as I looked at it, yearning to have it inside of me again. “Well don’t just stand there and look at it, start sucking boy.” I fell to my knees and Anthony grabbed his beer and sat back. Opening my mouth wide I began to work as much as I could of that monster into my mouth as quickly as I could. Anthony for his part just say back and drank his beer while I hooked his cock down. Once I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat I swallowed deeply and felt it slide down my throat, Anthony moaned loudly. I worked his cock like that until he finished his beer, sometimes deep throating it sometimes pulling back and working the shaft of his big low hanging balls. All the while in the background I could here the noises of that boy being bred by those three men and it made me even hornier. So by the time Anthony finally finished his beer and pulled me up off of his cock I had reached bitch in heat horny. The combination of his sweaty musk, the boy being bred on the television and the prospect of having that amazing cock sliding into my boy hole slightly had turned me into a cockhound. “You ready for me to work that hole,” he asked me, holding onto both sides of my face while he did. I just nodded. “Go behind the couch and bend over. I want you to watch this next video coming up while I eat your sweet boy-cunt.” I had never heard it called that before, but I liked it. I dashed behind the couch and bent over with my chest resting on the back and my arms hanging over. Anthony took his sweet time walking round, first starting another video from what seemed to be a massive porn archive. Just before the video began I felt a hot wet tongue pressing against me hole and arched my back. The image of another boy appeared on the screen. He had that blissful, fucked-out look that can only come to a bottom from servicing tops who need them. The camera was held by the top and he zoomed in on his raw cock siding into the boys now slack and cum covered hole. I gasped as Anthony had just slid his tongue inside me. I began to thrust back against him. The boy on the screen was moaning in ecstasy as the top’s fat cock stretched his already sloppy boy-cunt. As Anthony started to add fingers into the mix I thought for the first time 'God I’m jealous of that boy'. I heard moment behind me and felt Anthony remove his tongue and fingers but I was too engrossed with watching the fat cock pound cum out of the boy’s hole to look behind me. Then at the same moment several things happened. I felt a slight pressure on my hole, the camera on screen changed positions for a second and I saw that the top pounding this boy into oblivion was no other then the one who not three seconds ago had been eating my hole, and lastly I felt my hole explode inwards as Anthony slammed his massive tool home. I let out a scream, and tried to turn and face him but he held me firm and kept his cock in place. We both stood like that for a moment while I caught my breath again. “Please tell me you put a condom on?” I spluttered through racked breaths. “I only fuck raw kid. If you would have read my profile more carefully instead of just looking at the pictures you would know that.” And with that he began to pull out and then just as suddenly as the first time slammed back in. My hole stretched quickly under his assault, and just as quickly I began to feel waves of pleasure with each thrust so powerful that I forgot all about the condom. The boy on the video was gasping and moaning just like I was as I clung to the sofa for support. It was just as things started to feel good that I realized something felt different about this fuck. I realized it wasn’t just that my hole was being stretched wider then probably ever before, but I felt more in tune with Anthony - as he pounded me I felt like I could feel every bump and twist in his massive cock. I knew that it was because his cock was in me raw, that I could feel all of it. I don’t know how I came to understand this, but I did. The video ended with Anthony shouting as he filled up the boy with his load. That will be me soon I though somewhere deep in my mind, and instead of panicking I was excited. I wanted him to fill me up, to dump his load in my boy-cunt. Anthony pulled out from my hole completely, leaving me gaping and empty. Then his face showed-up right next to mine. Fuck sweat running along his cheeks, “On the floor boy. Now that you know your place as a raw bottom, it's time to teach you how to be a cumdump.” His strong hands knocked me to the ground and I positioned myself on my back, my feet resting on his shoulders. He wasted no time in sliding his cock back inside my now loose sloppy cunt. And then the pounding began again, sometimes slowly and sometimes like he was trying to break up concrete. As drops of sweat fell from him landing all over my body, his gaze never left mine. He told me what a sweet hole I had and how when he was done with it I would really be a bottom boy like I was meant to be. I just whimpered and moaned like the boy in the video. Suddenly he stopped, his cock buried balls deep in my hole, and said “Tell me what you want.” I was unsure of what to say, so I gasped, “I want you to pound my hole.” “No boy, tell me what you really need, tell me what you need for this fat raw cock up your cunt.” His load, that was what I wanted. Ever sense I had seen the boy in the second video being bred by the magnificent cock that was currently pulsing deep inside my ass. “Your load,” I muttered. “I can’t hear you.” “I want your load. I want you to cum inside me.” “You want me to fill you with my spunk?” “Yes, fill me up!” “You wanna get bred, don’t you?” “Yes, please, breed me!” “Good boy.” And with that he resumed pounding but this time quicker and more animalistic. Every so often he would grunt out, “Tell me how much you want my load?” “More then anything" I would reply. After about ten more minutes of relentless fucking he half moaned half shouted, “You ready to become a cumdump?” “God yes.” “Good 'cause here come my load.” He slammed all the way into my ass and I could feel his cock pulsing as the cum rushed into my gut giving me a warm sticky feeling inside. Guys had cum in condoms while fucking me before but it was nothing like this. I had never felt so fulfilled sexually and yet so lustful at the same time. I knew I had served my purpose but I wanted more. Anthony rocked back and forth forcing my hole to milk every last drop of cum from my hole before he pulled his still rock hard cock out. I felt so empty as my legs fell from his shoulders and he stood up. I just lay there looking up at the Italian god who had just bred my hole, given me my first load. I reached back and felt my sloppy hole. Anthony had been right to call it a cunt and truly I no longer had a tight boy hole, but a wet sloppy loose cunt. And I loved it. I fingered myself a little, and then stuck my cummy fingers in my mouth and sucked. Anthony just watched, a smile of satisfaction on his face. After a few moments I made to get up but Anthony said “Just lay there for a minute, I’m not done with you yet.” He left the room and I went back to fingering my messy hole. I could hear that Anthony was on the phone for a moment and then I heard what sounded like typing and then another phone call, a bit more typing and then silence. Then he was back, still hard as a rock with a big grin on his face. “Damn boy, you’re just going to town aren’t you?” I stopped for a moment and bushed. I has been so intrigued by my new sloppy hole that I hadn’t noticed that I had shoved in four fingers as deep as they would go and was now pounding away. “Get those fingers out of there so I can give you another load before your evening really gets going, boy.” I didn’t know what he meant about 'my night getting going' but I did know that I wanted his cock back inside of me, as well as more of his warm hot cum, so I pulled my fingers out of my ass cleaned the off in my mouth and rolled over onto all fours presenting him with my still gaping hole. He chuckled, squatted down behind me and easily slid his fat cock inside and began pounding away again. Just as Anthony was really picking up steam and I could tell that my second load of the night was on its way there was a firm knock on the door. Anthony paused for a moment to shout “It’s open,” before returning to pounding me....

Lately I have been cruising Craigslist and have found plenty of ‘straight men’ from the non-men4-men sections more than willing to let me suck them off, or on occasion, when I get them really hard, willing to let me bend over so they can unload in my ass. I never tell them I am POZ as they never ask – so I find it hot as hell taking their neg dicks especially from the guys who insist over and over they only play safe until they have a raw hole in front of them. This past weekend I had gotten a good supply of Tina and was horny as hell. I had hit the usual gay websites, picked up a few loads, including two from an AIDs fucker top – woof! It was not enough, I needed more cum and raw dick, so I hit Craigslist. It was about 10:00 p.m., and I thought my chances of getting someone who had been drinking and was horny might be pretty good. One of my favorite sections on Craigslist is the MM4W ads, where two or more guys are looking to gangbang a woman and there are always a few posts that make my ass twitch and ache for dick. This was one of those times as the second ad down was from two black guys who called themselves the ‘Mandingo Taggers’ and were looking for “..a white pussy who can take 10 inch pipe in all 3 holes – fucking NOW!! No GAMES – we fucking NOW!!” There were a few pictures with the ad, the first dick looked long and thick, cut, hard and resting on a chair between nice, firm black legs. The second was long, also cut, dark, and was standing straight up as the guy was taking the picture laying down and in the background was a TV with porn on. Unlike most ads, this one had face pics too. The first guy looked to be in his late 20s, with a thin mustache and a chin beard, white baseball cap, and a gray t-shirt that said ‘Westpoint’ in white letters. The other guy looked about the same age, with a shaved head that had 5-o’clock shadow, clean face, and no shirt. His face pic was not as clear, but I swear I had seen him post in the past on the M4T (Men for Cross Dressers/Transsexuals) section of Craigslist. As I looked at the other ads I noticed these guys had several ads up going back to early that morning looking for a woman to bang. The first one started out pretty PG, “A group of professional well hung black males are looking for ONE lady for a wonderful GANGBANG experience TONIGHT or later this week.” But as the day progressed and they apparently had no luck, their ads became shorter and more blunt until the one that caught my eye. ‘Mandingo Taggers’ looking for “..a white pussy who can take 10 inch pipe in all 3 holes – fucking NOW!! No GAMES – we fucking NOW!!” When I am horny and fucked up on Tina, I get pretty bold, so I snorted a few big lines and figured what the fuck, all they could do is not hit me back. I replied to their ad and attached a picture of me on my hands and knees, my big white ass front and center, and a pair of red lace panties pulled down just below my hips to show off the way to my hole. I have found it s amazing how much ‘straight guys’ are willing to look past if there is a pair of red lace panties around. I told the Mandingo Taggers how much I needed big black dick in my ass pussy, I could take all the pipe they got, and was willing to let them fuck however they wanted to, and would do anything – especially raw. I ended with, “PS – I can be generous with $300 as I am a bottom guy and know that may not be exactly what you were looking for, but I’m a white pussy willing to please and don’t mind it being anonymous – don’t need to see your faces.” While I had their pics from Craigslist, I knew most of those were fake, so figured they may like knowing I was good with them being on the Down Low (DL). I hit the send button and waited, assuming I would hear nothing, but about 2 minutes later got an email back. Damn that was quick, and a good sign! They asked for my number to text me to confirm if I was real, I needed to understand they were not gay, but if the hustle was true, they could handle that. I texted them right away, promised my offer of $300 was true as long as they pounded my pussy good. They replied with an address and ‘put the panties on.’ The rush of excitement was amazing as my adrenaline mixed with the Tina and made my ass wet as I thought about all that dick. I did a couple more lines, grabbed my poppers, a small brown bottle filled with Tina, my wallet and headed out. A quick stop at the ATM and cab ride and I was on the other side of town. The address they gave me was in Southeast DC, and a pretty rough part of that area, but I did not care. I just wanted some raw dick and I was hoping for even more, hoping they were infected with something to give me as I played roulette with my ass. The front door to the building was locked, the two guards at the desk looked at me, buzzed me in, and when I showed my ID and wrote my name on the paper on the clipboard they sort of looked at each other like “what the fuck?” They must not get a lot a lot of white guys there, alone, late on a Saturday night as one of them stepped out from behind the desk and offered to walk me down to the elevators. Like I said, the Tina makes me bold, and the rent-a-cop was hot, and I swear his left hand was rubbing the bulge that ran down his leg as we walked. When we got near the elevator I saw the hallway was clear so I took out my small brown bottle of Tina, showed it to the rent-a-cop and said, “Hey, before I head up, you interested in a little?” His eyes focused on the bottle, looked at me, back at the bottle, and he said, “Um, yeah, man, not here.” He stepped several feet down the hall, pulled his key ring away from his waist, and turned a lock in a door that had an EXIT sign above it. He stepped through, I followed, and we were in a little hallway that led to a back door. I handed him the bottle, he opened it, tapped a small pile of Tina onto his finger, then sniffed it. He repeated that for the other nostril, then handed it to me and I did the same. He shook his head back and forth real quick as it kicked in and said, “Thanks.” We went back into the hallway and I caught the elevator and as the doors slid close I knew the bulge in his pants was even bigger now – thank the Tina!! I opened the bottle again and did a huge hit. I wanted to be fucked up for this and have my ass relaxed as much as possible. I was tempted to do a booty bump, but decided best not to get caught with my finger up my ass. I stepped off the elevator and started down the hall. The entire hallway smelled like weed, there was loud music, people talking and yelling - noisy party place for sure. The apartment number they gave me was the next to the last apartment on the right side. I pushed the little doorbell button by the peephole, heard it ring, and waited. A few people came out of an apartment down the hall and went to the elevator, but paid me no mind. I pushed the bell again and heard a couple of chains undone and the deadbolt turned. The door opened into a dark hallway with the flickering of a TV in a room at the other end. I was enveloped by a cloud of smoke from weed, and knew these dudes were as fucked up as I was, so yeah this should be fun. I could not see who opened the door as he was behind it, but I stepped through and into the hallway. A really deep voice said, “Go on,” as he put his hand on my back and pushed me forward. I walked down the hall and into the living room/dining room. The only light in the apartment was coming from the porn on the TV – a bleached blond woman being gangbanged by four big dicked black guys. DAMN! There was a huge couch just to my right that took up most of the living area that was facing the TV. It was one of those deep seated, soft couches made for chilling and near the end was a black guy with some hot tats on his chest, naked, except for a dark colored bandana covering the lower half of his face and sunglasses. He looked like a bandit. I wanted to laugh as all I could think was how would you do a stick up naked? But he had the gun for it, a huge black dick, sticking straight up, that he was stroking. His dick was shiny from the lube and he was intent on the TV as he was stretched out and laid back, stroking. There was a big coffee table in front of the couch that had a few boxes of Magnums spilling out, ashtrays, some glasses, and several porn DVD cases. Damn – didn’t want the condoms for sure, but if that was the only way I could get their dick I would take it covered if I had to. The guy behind me pushed me forward again, “Let me see those panties,” he said. I slipped my sneakers off, took off my pants, and bent over a little so he could have a good look. As I did I looked back at him. Was not sure which guy he was from the pictures, but like his friend the only thing he was wearing was a dark colored bandana covering the lower part of his face, but no sun glasses. His eyes were glassy and fucked up looking and he started pushing at my shirt, getting it out of the way. I pulled my shirt up under my arms, bent all the way over, and showed him my white ass and the red panties. I knew this Mandingo Tagger liked what he was looking at as he started pulling the panties to the side and rubbing a thick finger in my ass crack. The guy on the couch was now looking at us as the guy behind me pushed up close so I could feel his big hard dick and started walking me towards his friend with his body. I walked forward towards the end of the couch that had a big bottle of WET lube on it, and turned around so the Mandingo Tagger on the couch could have a look at my ass as I bent over and started sucking the first guy’s dick. His dick was hard, thick, and heavy like a club. A recent trimming had left his shaft, balls, and surrounding pubic region a minefield of stubble that pricked and tickled. He was uncut, so that picture was accurate, and I was in heaven as I inhaled his musky, sweaty, scent. I could not wait to get his dick up my ass and was sucking it as best I could. The guy sitting on the couch reached over and twirled a finger inside the edge of my panties, and as he stood up, pulled them to the side. He squirted some lube, slipped a finger up my ass, and started finger-fucking me. I was moaning as I sucked and tried to pitch my voice high so it sounded more feminine. He set the bottle of lube onto the coffee table, grabbed a set of the Magnum condoms, ripped one off, and stepped back behind me. I continued sucking the first guy not sure I was doing OK as he was not saying a word or really even moaning, but I just kept at it. I could hear the guy behind me fumbling with the Magnum packet, tear it open, and then felt a line of cold lube squirted down the crack of my ass. His fingers found my hole again and I could hear him jacking his dick, getting it ready. I could tell he had a condom on when he started to push his dick in as it seemed to catch and did not want to go. He pushed, squirted some more lube and I backed my ass up best I could while still keeping the dick in my mouth. The guy behind me grabbed my hips and started pumping – calm, steady, short stabbing pumps. While he had a big dick it just felt like he was only in the outer part of my ass, so my moaning of pleasure became moans of begging, wanting him deeper. Fucking condoms! After a few minutes the guy I was sucking pulled away and went and sat down on the couch where the other guy had been. When he did, the guy behind me started to pull out, and again the condom sort of caught, and I could tell pulled part way off as he had to yank the empty part of it out of my ass as he pulled all the way out. He turned me around and I bent over the soft arm of the couch and the guy sitting there guided my head to his dick. My ass was high and waiting and the guy who had been fucking slipped back into my ass – this time without any resistance or hesitation. He was fucking me RAW!! He slid in so easily and there was no catching I was sure he was barebacking me – YES!!!! In my excitement I started moving my hips and tried backing up to meet each thrust, while keeping the other dick in my mouth. He must have taken the condom all the way off when we changed positions and was now stealthing me and barebacking me so his buddy couldn’t see. The Mandingo Tagger fucking me picked up his pace and was now grunting as he fucked. The guy I was sucking now put his hand on my head and pressed up and down as he said, “YEAH BOY, FUCK THAT WHITE PUSSY, FUCK HER BLOND PUSSY.” The guy behind me then put one foot up on the arm of the couch to my right and angled me to the left just a little as he now slammed my ass, while his buddy encouraged him. I was moaning like a woman as best I could with a raw dick in my mouth and another pounding my pussy ass. The Taggers took their time and the guy fucking had awesome stamina as he kept a hard and steady pace banging my ass out, opening it up, and fucking it only the way a man in need can. “UGH, UH, UGHH!!!!” THE GUY FUCKING ME MOANED AND I FELT HIM UNLOAD IN MY ASS. On Tina I swear my ass is more sensitive and I knew I felt every squirt of his cum inside me, and man did he cum. It seemed to take him forever to stop nutting up my ass and once he was done, he continued to work it in and kept pumping. I was hoping he would go for round two, but he dropped his foot, yanked his cock out and said, “Where’s the money?” Damn- guess that was all I was getting, so I stood up, turned and said, “In my left front pocket.” I watched as he walked over towards the hallway, his big dick swinging with each step and wanted to ask for more. The guy on the couch then said, “Keep sucking me.” I bent back over the arm of the couch, but he guided me around in front of him so that I was kneeling between his legs sucking his dick as he watched the porn. A few minutes later I heard a door close followed closely by a wracking cough that sounded like someone was hacking up a lung. I stopped and looked up and the guy I was sucking who said, “He just went in to his bedroom a minute. I want to fuck that pussy now.” I let go of his wet, sloppy dick, anxious to see what this Mandingo Tagger could throw down. I stood up, he turned me around, backed me up and made me sit on the couch. He pushed my legs back as he half stood/half squatted over me and roughly yanked the red panties to the side. With my hole exposed, he stood over me, his legs spread to the side like he was on the football field and getting ready to meet a tackle head on. He then lifted my legs up so they were pushed back by his arms as he leaned forward a bit and I put my arms around his neck. Standing/squatting over my hole like he was, he put his long arms down each side of my body, with his hands cupping my ass, spreading my hole for his dick. He did not stop and grab a condom – yes he was FUCKING ME RAW too!!! He didn’t grab any lube either, just used what the first Mandingo Tagger had left in my hole as he worked the head into my raw ass and then slid deep in my slicked up guts. “THAT’S IT BABY, WORK THAT WHITE PUSSY FOR ME, COME ON BABY, RIDE THIS DICK – RIDE DADDY’S DICK – FUCK – GODDAM!!” This guy was pretty verbal and I loved it. I pitched my voice again, and said, “Please fuck my pussy, fuck it hard, give me your big black pole, fuck me, fuck me!!!” He started fucking even harder, and the way he was standing/squatting he could really dig and power fuck me and I truly felt like a pussy as he continued to use his hands to spread my hole for his huge black dick. I wanted his cum so bad and was afraid he would pull out, as he got closer. The Tagger was built to fuck, with powerful thighs and a deep stroke, with stamina that outlasted the first guy as he churned my wet hole inside out with his long black dick. All the chem sweat that beaded off his body and dripped onto me as he took charge of my ass and made my hole his. The bandana on his face was wet and stained from his fuck sweat and his eyes were rolling around in pleasure as he explored my ass with his raw dick. “Please give it to me, please give me those black babies – give me your babies,” I said. This turned him on as he grunted and said, “Oh YEAH”. So I kept it up, “Breed my pussy, cum in me, breed my pussy, GIVE ME YOUR BABIES!!!” His fingers dug into my ass as he slam fucked and unloaded inside me, moaning, groaning, twisting his face and shaking his head as his load exploded into my guts to mix with his buddy’s. He only pumped about twice more before pulling out and letting my legs fall. He was breathing hard, stood up, shook his head, stepped to the other end of the couch, grabbed a t-shirt that was balled up there, turned his back to me and lifted the bandana on his face and used the t-shirt to wipe the sweat off his face and chest. I stood up, realigned the red panties, and took a step over to my pile of clothes. “Yo, I ain’t done yet. My homie ain’t neither. We been geeking for white pussy all motha fuckin day and now that we got some in the house we plan to work it over!” The glass he drank from sounded like it was going to break the coffee table when he slammed it back down. He adjusted his bandana, stepped in front of me, grabbed the top edge of the red panties with both hands and then RIPPED THEM apart and tugged and pulled and tore until they came off me. He then looked at the shredded bits in his hand, grabbed the back of my head roughly with his right hand and held me steady as with his left he crammed the panty shreds into my open mouth. The Mandingo Tagger then laughed and slapped my ass, “Fucking slut! Now get yo ass up on the couch. No stand the fuck up on it like this, grab onto the back and arch your hips and squat down a bit – that’s right – bend over – show me that white pussy again.” This time it was not his still hard dick that went exploring, but his tongue, which was firm, longer than some guys’ dicks, and intent on tasting what he and his homie had deposited. I pulled the panty bits out of my mouth and gagged and spit, which made his slap my ass cheeks hard, but did not stop him from getting down to business. “Yeah freak man, eat me out. Bury that face up in there. Get at it boy!” I urged. Then I had an idea. I pulled forward a bit, the Tagger now getting nothing but air, “You ever given a booty bump? Tasted one? Let me grab my stash.” I quickly hopped off the couch, grabbed my bottle of Tina, stepped back up on the couch, licked my finger and coated it in powder as I squatted right in front of his eager bandit face and said, “TASTE THAT SHIT FUCKER!” before coating the inside of my wet ass with Miss T. The Tagger buried his face back up in my ass and was slurping at my frosty when his homie came back out into the living room. He swaggered towards us, his dick hard, the head glistening and drooling – fucker was ready for another round! He still had on his shades and bandana, and I wondered how he could see, but see he could as he zoned right in on the spit covered, red lace panty bits that were now on the couch beside me. He reached down, picked at the pile, withdrew the biggest piece, and deftly reached under the bandana on his face and put the end of it in his mouth and started chewing on it as he turned a bit to watch his homie eat my Tina laced ass. WHAT THE FUCK! This was one of the oddest fuck sets I had ever seen, yet little did I know this was nothing compared to what was to come. The Tagger eating my ass backed off and the one with the red lace panty shards dangling from his mouth stepped right up behind me and slammed his stiff rod into my ass. No ‘Bottom May I?’, no foreplay, no warning – not that I minded at all. I crouched down a bit to make sure every thrust hit my gut walls. I wanted that shit to hurt and wanted to have my guts sore for a couple and know I had been fucked. “COME ON SLAM IT IN THERE MAN, OPEN ME UP, DEEP DICK IT, PUSH THAT NASTY NUTT UP IN THERE GIVE ME THAT RAW DICK!” I demanded like a pushy bottom. The one that had been eating my Tina ass reached out and cuffed my head, “Shut the fuck up bitch.” The Tagger in the sunglasses kept banging me out long and hard, and the more I squatted back to meet his dick, the rougher he split my guts open. His sweaty thighs and hips were smacking me good and his fingers were digging into my flesh to ensure I would not run. Hell – running from that dick was the last thing I wanted to do – HA! Several minutes of steady fucking later the Tagger yanked his black meat out of my ass, stood back, and I turned and could not help but laugh as he looked like a wild and crazy man dancing back and forth side to side, his arms out wide, the panty piece now wet and slimy hanging down from his mouth. I didn’t see the second BBC so was not sure where he went, when the Tagger stopped and started coughing, hacking again. He spit the sloppy piece of panties onto the floor, followed by a big wad of phlegm. “Please – let me taste it,” I begged. He stopped dancing, reached out and grabbed me by the throat, squeezed my neck tight and pushed me down to my knees. I instinctively opened my mouth and closed my eyes – the first slippery chunk hit my cheek, but he took two fingers, swiped it towards my mouth and let me lick him clean. He gripped my neck harder, hacked and pulled another wad from deep in his lungs, and that one planted half in my mouth and on my upper lip, but quickly slid down. The evil laugh that followed made me smile – yeah he was a twisted fucker. The Tagger pulled me back up and turned me around. I grunted as he shoved his dick back inside me and then with me on my tip toes he whore walked me over to the glass dining room table. With his left arm he made a quick sweep of the dirty dishes, papers, and shit that was on the table and once a space was cleared pushed me face down onto the glass top and began long stroking me – slow, deep, and without mercy. “Please – can I get my bottle – you know my Tina?” I asked. The Tagger kept fucking and I was getting ready to ask again when he stopped, pulled his dick out of my sloppy ass and stood back waiting. I quickly went back to the couch and found the bottle I had dropped. I poured some out, sniffed it, squinted, my eyes teared up and then hurried back to the table where my BBC stuffer was anxiously waiting. He grabbed the bottle from me, poured out a big amount, which I though he was going to sniff, but instead he coated three fingers, turned me to the side, and started to claw my ass up with a hot Tina bump. I moaned in pleasure as his fingers stretched my ass more. My face hit the glass table top hard as the Tagger got back down to business, this time he was mumbling under his bandana, “…whore for this dick…stretching that pussy wide open…pimp that shit out…who’s your daddy?...” His rambling didn’t pause a beat when the second Mandingo showed back up, on his hands and knees at the end of the table, craning his neck trying to get a close up view of the fucking. He crawled under the table, flipped over onto his back, and pushed himself and wiggled so that he was lying almost directly under my hole with a perfect view of his homie’s dick going in and out. My ass twitched as I watched through the glass table top at the BBC underneath us being stroked hard, fast, and furious. He clearly liked what he saw and his buddy must have liked being watched too because only a minute later I felt him pause, stiffen, and his buddy on the floor say, “FUCK YEAH BOY – THOSE BALLS THROWING THAT NUTT INTO THAT PUSSY! LET ME SEE THAT CREAMPIE – LET ME BE THE CLEANUP MAN.” The Tagger who just unloaded in my ass slowly continued to work his nutt in as he pulled me to a standing position, backed me two steps away with his dick still inside me, and waited for his friend to get out from underneath the table. Once his friend was up he pulled all the way out, turned me around, and wagged his slimy dick at me. I bent over and moaned in pleasure as I savored the tasted of his funky dick, my wet ass, and Tina flavored nutt. The voyeur Tagger was busy slurping at my cream filled hole like a kid devouring a Twinkie. Once his dick was clean the Tagger walked away, swaggered down the hall and slammed a door and started hacking again. Damn I wished he had given it to me. The guy who had been eating my hole stopped, walked over by the couch, picked up the right boot of a pair of Timberlands, and deftly pulled out the camel colored laces. He then quickly made a loop, a knot, and wound the laces around his dick and balls, crossed the ends and pulled tight. His dick jumped in pain and happiness as his improvised cock ring forced the blood to engorge his dick. He than walked over to me, grabbed my arm tight and walked me to the other side of the room. I stood still as he then proceed to pull the drapes back, the damp humid window splintering the parking lot lights. “Bend the fuck over, put your hands flat on the glass on don’t you fucking move,” he snarled. “No wait a sec,” he pushed me to the side, slid the large living room door open, and instead of putting my hands on the glass had me bend forward, grip the window sill, and then slammed me to the hilt. I grunted, moaned, and my eyes rolled. He started to yell, making the flitting shadows of folks walking past down in the parking lot stop and watch, “THAT’S RIGHT – FUCKING THAT WHITE SLOPPY PUSSY – WHORE CUNT FOR NICCAS RIGHT HERE – CRAVING THAT CHUNKY NUTT AND LONG, BLACK, THICK DICK! THOSE PUSSY LIPS TRYIN TO GRAB MY SHIT AND BREAK IT OFF – FUCKING SLUT – TAKING ALL THIS LONG, BLACK, DICK – BEGGING FOR MY FUCKING NUTT – BEGGING LIKE A RIGHT GOOD SLUT – BEGGING TO GET KNOCKED UP – YO BOYS WHITE PUSSY IN THE HOUSE – GET THAT FUCKING RIDE ON AND BANG THE BITCHES BACK OUT! OH FUCK YEAH, HERE THAT SHIT COMES – OH FUCK YEAH HERE THAT SHIT COMES – OH FUCK YEAH, FUCK YEAH, YEAH…YEAH..YEAH…TAKE THAT LOAD, TAKE THAT NUTT, TAKE IT…TAKE IT…TAKE IT!!!!” Once the Mandingo Tagger finished his latest breeding he slithered out of my hole and stood there, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf that just finished working over Little Red Riding Hood. Without a word I got on my knees and slurped his dick clean of my ass funk – nutt, ass juice, more nutt – fucking manna from heaven! I then looked up and asked him if he was up for more. He just shook his head no, so I went over, picked up my clothes and got dressed. When I reached into my pockets I confirmed his friend had found the cash and told him that, but also realized his friend took my money to get home too. “Can I get money for a cab or Metro I asked?” The Tagger just shook his bandana covered head no and started pushing me towards the door! Oh well, guess I could walk if I had to, at least he did not take my Tina. I took a monster hit of Tina in the elevator and when I got to the first floor passed several people who were just coming in. I stopped at the front desk and the two rent-a-cops I saw when I came in were still there, and two more stepped out from the office – I showed up right at shift change. The guard I had shared the Tina with hit his buddy on the arm when I walked up and chuckled and half whispered, “That’s the ass that was getting tagged by the homies up on the east side – you know the shit you heard when you was making the rounds.” I pulled my bottle of Tina out, smiled my most innocent smile and said, “Hey guys – what’s up? You won’t believe this, but I seem to have misplaced my cash for my ride home. Is there any way one of you guys might be able to help me out – or maybe I could help you out?” They all four laughed and the one I had shared the Tina with definitely rubbed his bulge, pointed with his thumb to an open door leading to a bathroom behind them in the office as he said, “Pay to play baby, pay to play,” as he unlocked the office door to the left of the desk and invited me in.

“Yeah, come over.” The text read. I was laying in my bed. I hadn’t been laying there long, maybe 5 minutes. The text was from a long time play buddy Jay, whom I had decline to play with earlier for someone who would eventually ghost me. I was a bit hesitant, as he lived nearly an hour away, and I had been driving around town the past hour and half with no results of action. “Fuck it..” I mumbled to myself, getting out of bed. I needed some action. I hadn’t partied in months, I had 2 whole bottles of poppers, my ass was clean, and I was horny as hell. I didn’t care that it would take an hour to get to my friends. He had supplies and he was a good fuck. I got dressed, left the house, and headed his way. It was rainy, my nerves were starting to get to me, as I had been up for more than 18 hours and I hadn’t even partied. Maybe this was a mistake I told myself. No, with Jay, it's never a mistake. It’s always good. Jay was black guy, my weakness. He had a decent sized cock, nice and thick but not too long. He was always generous with his supplies with me. Usually just T and G. He was one of the first few guys I really started to party with that were repeatable fucks. Jay loved that I got all sleazy and slutty, and he could power fuck like no one’s business. I arrived at the address he gave me. My friend had moved in the past few months, so I hadn’t been out to his place before. But this didn’t look like a place he’d live. It was a big house, in a cul-de-sc, with a bunch of cars and the like. I spotted his, so I knew it was right. I knocked on the door. I waited. A few minutes later, I could hear him telling me to come in. I opened the door, finding steps leading up and down to various parts of this house, with the up stairs leading to a living room, where my friend was at. There were 2 other guys there. An older white guy and a younger black guy. They greeted me with some hand waves, as the older guy was sucking on the younger guy, and from the looks, a nice big long black cock. Jay took me aside, handing me his pipe. “It’s already loaded.” He knew I like to smoke a few clouds before really getting down to party. I nodded, as I set my stuff down. Jay stripped naked and went back to them, while I stripped myself. I lit his torch, heating up the glass god. The smoke swirled, and I started to take a hit. Then another. Oh yeah that’s good stuff. I sat his pipe down near his stuff, and I just watched them all together. Jay was eating the older guy’s ass, while the older one sucked that big black cock. I was pretty amazed at the scene. I took out my poppers, did a couple of hits, and joined Jay. I was feeling his skin, as I stroked his back down to his thighs. There was some sprinkling of kisses, as I did have some affection for this man. He turned to me, and asked if I wanted some G. I nodded, as he got up. He measured out some in a medicine shot, and offered it up to me. I took the bitter shot, and was handed some juice to wash it down. “Its good stuff, trust me.” He told me. I noticed as he set his shot down, that he had some rigs. He saw me eyeing them. “You want a slam?” I looked at him for a few seconds, debating in my head. I looked at the other two, who were enjoying themselves, and then back at Jay. I nodded. He started to get one ready for me, as I went to the kitchen to heat up my arm a bit, hoping to get some easy to register veins. He came over to me with a cord for my arm. He tried to give it to me standing up, but I suggested sitting some where, just in case it knocked me on my ass. We found a spot at the kitchen table nearby. I tied off my arm, as he searched for a good vein. He found one, popped in the needed, got a bit of good blood, and then slowly pushed in. He drew out the needle, cleaned the area, as he told me to undo the cord. I could feel the heat rising in my body, as my heart raced. I barely coughed. My eyes lit up, as I made my way over to the other guys. They had been watching us, and knew it was time to really play. All my mind could think of was ‘cock cock cock cock’. I grabbed my poppers, and knelt in front of the young black guy. His cock was standing straight up, hard as rock, atleast 9”. My mind raced in anticipation of wrapping my lips around it, sucking it all the way down. I wanted this cock badly. The G started to hit as well, as I could feel myself just giving into all the dark thoughts in my head. Of the want and need to get fucked, to be used. To enjoy pleasure. I stroked his cock a bit, feeling it my hands. I took a short hit of poppers, then another one, then one final long one. I had to suck this cock. HAD TO. I reached back for it, holding in my hands as I started to lick as his balls, all the way up. I licked around his head, as I stared intently into his eyes. He was already flying himself. I opened my mouth wide and took him in. I went down as far as I could, trying not to scrape him. He could tell I was doing this and said "Go ahead, be rough, do it, slut." I felt his hands on my head, as he pushed me further down. Between everything I was on, I didn’t care. I wanted this in my throat. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I kept bobbing up and down for a few minutes. He stopped me after a bit, and just held me there as I felt him releasing a bit of piss in my mouth. I didn’t care. I drank it greedily, my mind racing to get want this to get higher. To be lost in this world of pleasure. I went back to sucking his cock, as I saw the older white guy make his way off to the bathroom. I kept this up for a bit, but the lust of wanting to get fucked was hitting me. I pulled off and looked back at Jay, who was finishing up a slam for himself. He saw the lust in my eyes and smiled. "Good stuff, heh? I gave you a .25.” My brain couldn’t register the meaning, only it was a bit more than the last time I slammed. I crawled across the floor to Jay, and started to suck on his cock. I wanted to get him hard. The other guy had gone to join the white guy in the bathroom. I asked Jay who they were, and he just said some friends. I went back to sucking his cock with abandon, it now hardening fast. My mind really didn't care anymore, it only wanted the pleasure of man on man sex. The other two came back in, and I was just overwhelmed with lust. They crowded around Jay, as he handed them their points. I had 3 cocks in front of me, so I just went to town on sucking them. Apparently the white guy had a PA, so I was having fun trying to suck it. He wasn’t that big, which helped, but either way, I was in cocklust mode. Jay finished his, and went behind me. He grabbed some lube and started to wet my hole. He fingered me a bit, as I kept sucking the cocks in front of me. I felt him at my hole, so I stopped to take a couple of hits of my poppers. He pressed him, hitting home. I felt full, in both ends. The two other guys moaned as they watched him fucking me. They eventually pulled away, as the white guy wanted to get fucked by the young big black cock. I watched in ecstasy, as I saw the young stud mount the older one. Jay was fucking me with abandon. My ass was just in pleasure mode. I hit more poppers, to send me into heaven. Oh it was so good. Jay rolled me onto my side and kept up with his pounding. Everything was just so good. This went on for a good 20 or so minutes, from what I could tell. I told Jay I needed to drink something, I was starting to get a bit too hot. So he pulled out, sadly. He helped me get up so that I could sit in a chair. He went and got us some water to drink. We watched the other 2 fuck for a bit more, before they stopped as well. I was still horny, so I started to stroke Jay again, before eventually going down on him. I had him stand in front of me while I was in the chair, and I just sucked with abandon. He played with his nipples, before being helped by the older guy. The older guy eventually knelt down and was rimming Jay a bit. The younger guy came by, his hard cock sticking out. I reached over and started to stroke him, before I had to just suck him. It was so beautiful of a cock. I deep throated him a bit, and then looked up at him. “I need you to fuck me with this beautiful cock.” He smiled and nodded. He asked me where I wanted him to fuck me. I replied the couch would probably be easier, my knees were in a bit of pain from the floor. I looked at Jay and asked if I could take a couple of hits off this pipe, I really wanted to be flying a bit more. He nodded and went to get it, as I climbed up on the couch, my ass just sticking out. Jay came around to the other side, and held the pipe for me, lighting it up. He knew sometimes I loved to be dominated into smoking more, so this was perfect. He kept grumbling out some very verbal dirty things to me about being a slut and getting fucked by big black cocks. Once the swirl of cloud started, he told me to breathe out, empty my lungs, then he put the pipe to my mouth and told me to inhale slowly as he kept it lit. I did as commanded, taking in a very deep hit. He kissed me as I exhaled, shotgunning my blast to him. Again, he commanded. The big black cock, meanwhile, was lubing my ass up a bit more. He was fingering me a bit, 2-3 fingers at a time, as I took my second big hit. He told me to reach back, spread my cheeks. I did as told, my mind starting to race even more in lust. He told Jay to have me do some heavy popper hits, since I seemed to be one of those popper pigs. Jay grabbed my poppers and came back around to me, smiling. He looked me in and the eye and said ‘"He’s really gonna fuck this shit out of you.” He took the cap off the bottle, pressed his finger against one of my nostrils, and held the bottle. I breathed out, emptying my lungs, before snorting a slow, long hit. Exhale, empty longs. Switch nostrils. Big hit. I feel the big cock pressing at my hole. Exhale, switch nostrils, big hit, the big cock is sliding in me. Exhale, switch, big hit, big cock goes in deeper. Exhale, switch, big hit, hold it. As I exhale, he pushes as deep as he goes and I’m in pure lust ecstasy. The big cock grabs the back of my head, pulling my hair a bit, his other hand on my hip, as he starts to pound me. I’m moaning, grumbling out ‘fuck me, fuck me, breed me, oh god fuck me!’ This guy is just pounding away at my ass like a piston, deep and hard. Jay hasn’t moved all that much, as I look him in the eye with lust. He gives me a couple more hits of poppers, before standing up. He held his cock to mouth and pulled me onto it. So now I have these two gorgeous black cocks hitting me from both ends. I’m in slut heaven. This is my purpose, my job. The older guy is next to us, stroking his cock and hitting his laptop for messages and porn. He occasionally reaches over and strokes my back or my cock, but mostly just watches or is paying attention to messages online. My ass is just a hole for this big black cock. He’s hitting me hard, pressing me further against the back of the couch. He pushes me down at an angle, pulling me back a big so my ass is just thrust in the air for him to use. I just feel him pistoning in and out, and I’m in so much lust from flying with clouds, hitting my wonderful poppers. I lost track of time on how long he fucked me, but it was definitely a good long while. Eventually he started to tire out and I was getting hot and thirsty. So he pulls out and goes back to a chair, while I try to crawl back down to the floor to chill. Jay is just grinning, as he’s stroking his cock. I ask for water, and Jay goes and gets me some, bringing us all some. The white guy is smoking a cigarette, so I ask if I could smoke some of mine, cause yeah I needed it with all that good fucking. I hit a couple of mine, as we all just sit there, watching porn, making small talk. But eventually, we start back up again...

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

Hello everyone, I'm facing a problem and this site might be the best place to talk about it. I'm a 23 year old gay dude and I really love taking cocks into the ass, have been fucked by several men over the last years, most of them anonymous and bare. I'm not really sure about my status but I THINK I'm negative as I kept the amount of sexual encounters rather low (like two or three times a year). Anyway one can never know so I'm gonna get myself tested soon, but honestly I'm pretty sure I'm negative at this point in time. The thing is, I feel like I've been holding myself back all these years. Living with my family or with heterosexual friends made me suppress the urges to become a total cumslut. However, I'm about to move to a new town soon which gives me pretty much the opportunity to start from scratch and live how I want to live. This is where HIV comes in. While the thought of being bred by a hot poz top is really exciting and a major turn on, getting pozzed could be something I regret for the rest of my life. It's appealing but at the same time very frightening. But if I want to go through with the lifestyle of a cum pig it seems almost unavoidable. What can I do? Condoms are not really an option, I don't like them and almost no tops want to use them anyway. I already looked into Truvada but in Germany (where I live) it's way to expensive and definitely not affordable for a student like me. Any opinions on what to do...?

The other way around, the first time condom was planned. The sweet thing was after, he carefully took off the condom, etc., collapsed on top of me as we kissed, and his cock immediately sunk right back into my hole bare. We just kind of giggled, after all that fuss over the "condom"

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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.

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…….

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Knowing that I was probably going to be getting a right workover that night, I spent my time waiting for Ben by lubing and loosening my hole as best I could. I retrieved a rather large carrot from the fridge, peeled it and then put it in some warm water for a while before working it into my arse, and once I was used to that I had a go with half a cucumber. By the time I was done I was pretty loose, and had squirted quite a bit of lube up there in the process. Ben turned up shortly after 7pm, dressed in a tracksuit and carrying a sports bag. After I let him in he set the bag down on the coffee table, stood and looked at me for a moment, and then sat down on the sofa to start unloading the bag. A few minutes later and I was standing there with a really fat padded leather collar round my neck, matching wrist and ankle restraints, and a wide leather harness tightly gripping my chest and shoulders. “Right” he said, “that’ll do. Now, put this on.” He handed me a loose tracksuit, which I put on over the leather accessories. He then pulled out a big pair of leather boots and told me to put them on, allowing me to go and get some socks to go underneath them. We had to adjust the ankle restraints to their loosest so they would sit just above the top of the boots, before zipping up the bottom of the tracksuit legs to cover them. Once I was dressed and ready we headed out, getting an Uber for quite some time. I realised we must be somewhere in northwest London, perhaps near Kilburn, but I wasn’t sure as I hadn’t seen any tube stations or other landmarks to identify the area. Ben had made me leave my mobile at home, and from where I was sitting I couldn’t see the driver’s satnav. We pulled up in an area of dark and deserted buildings that looked like warehouses, some of which had broken windows and barbed wire round the fences. The driver checked we were sure we were where we wanted to be, which Ben acknowledged before we got out. He led me round the corner and in between some buildings, and then round another corner I saw some men up ahead hanging around outside a door smoking. We passed in between them to get to the door, all of them giving me looks as I went through that ranged from smirks to leers. Once inside we made our way along a corridor, and then right into a surprisingly clean and well-lit room where there were benches, lockers and an adjoining set of showers. Ben then had me strip out of the tracksuit, before he did the same with his. Underneath he was wearing a similar get-up to me, with the addition of some leather armbands but without a collar like mine. “OK” he said, taking my hand, “let’s get you downstairs.” He led me out of the changing room and through a doorway opposite, through which was a staircase that went down between red-painted walls. At the bottom we went through a curtain, and emerged into a full-blown sex club. There was a large area with a bar, and I could see several rooms off at the sides and far end. There were only a few guys there standing at the bar, and I quickly realised they were Mitch, Rob, Gavin and some of the others from work. “Here he is!” said Rob, smiling broadly at me. I smiled back at him, and looked around at the others. “Hey guys” I said. “You ready?” asked Mitch. “Er, I guess” I said, “but I’m not sure for what.” “The rest of your life” said Rob, winking at me. I smiled nervously at him, and was grateful when Gavin handed me a beer. I took a few swigs and began to relax, despite everyone else except Ben being dressed in normal casual clothes while I was there in a leather fetish outfit. I managed to join in the conversations, and eventually had sunk two beers and a couple of cocktails. “Right” said Ben, “let’s get on with this. Is the room ready?” he asked Rob. “Yep, got the big one down the end” he replied. They all then set off down to the far end of the bar room, milling around me and encouraging me forward as they did. We went through a door into another corridor, and then at the end turned left through an arch into a fairly large room. In the middle was a sling attached to hooks on the ceiling, and over at the side was some kind of padded bench. There were a few seats around the room, a couple of bottles of lube on the floor, but that was otherwise all there was to it. “OK my boy” said Ben, taking my hand and leading me to the sling, “let’s get you settled.” He encouraged me to turn around, plant my buttocks on the end of the sling and then lie backwards in to it. I shuffled a bit once in position, and then he hoisted my legs up into the air. He put my boots through some hoops, and then attached the ankle restraints to the chains with a couple of clasps. He then made his way to the other end, raising my arms and attaching the wrist restraints to the chains in the same way. “Fuck me, his hole is gaping” said Lucas. “You already fucked him?” he asked Ben. “Not for a few hours” he replied, before turning to me. “You been working on yourself?” “Er, yeah, just some things from the fridge” I said, blushing. Ben smiled. “Awesome” he said, “that means no waiting around.” With that, he lubed himself up and then pushed into me, starting a fast and furious fuck almost immediately. I don’t know how long I lay there with my former colleagues using me, but they all bred me at least twice. I was completely helpless with my wrists and ankles restrained on the chains, so I just took the fuckings without protest. Eventually the guys tired out, and started to zip up their trousers and put their tops back on. Each of them came over and gave my arse a playful slap before leaving, so that I was finally left alone with just Ben. “So” he said, smiling at me, “did you enjoy your leaving do?” “Yes sir” I said, smiling. “Good” he replied. “Now I think it’s time for the second part of your night.” I looked at him quizzically, and then he turned and left the room. He was gone for a few minutes, leaving me prone in the sling to contemplate what he had lined up for me next. Then he eventually reappeared, with a few guys I didn’t know following him. “Gentlemen, here he is” he announced. “He’s well-loaded already, so just enjoy yourselves.” He then came over to me and stood beside the sling, putting his hand on the top of my head and stroking my hair while he looked down at me with a slightly sad-looking smile on his face. “Boy, it’s time for you to become who I think you really are” he said, “so you can enjoy the rest of your life free of inhibitions.” “What?” I asked. “Don’t hate me” he finished, before leaning down and kissing my lips. Then he was gone, and I was alone with a roomful of men leering at me and my gaping hole. It was then that I noticed their tattoos...

So began my new work routine. Someone would find a way to have me leave for a longer lunch than normal, usually dressed up either as a working lunch or an offsite meeting. I would then find myself in the disabled loo three floors up, getting my arse and throat reamed out by a whole host of men who would all dump their sticky goo inside my holes. I never asked who anyone was, nor acknowledged what we’d been up to with any of them that I knew when we were dealing with the firm’s business later on. In time, I was having sessions at which none of the gang from the Barcelona trip were present, even though that prospect had initially unnerved me. Things started to go up a gear when additional sessions before or after the working day started to be added to the equation. Ben always initiated those, especially after another project he was working on began to eat away at his ability to join us for the lunchtime gangbangs. He would use the online communicator to tell me to stay behind a bit late of an evening, or I would get texts while at home with Rachel telling me to be in an hour before normal. Gavin, too, started using these routes to get more time from me, such that I would regularly find myself in at 7.30am for one of them and still hanging around past 7pm for the other. Saturdays even started to come into play, with phantom meetings or working group sessions being set up for me in the office when in fact I would just be getting reamed out again. On those occasions, as the only people in for the day, I would usually get bred on our own floor to up the ante somewhat. Whoever it was and whenever it was that I was summoned for a breeding, I always complied. All of this began to take its toll at home, as the amount of time I spent there with Rachel gradually diminished. I felt for her, I really did, but I just wasn’t in it any more. I knew I had morphed into a true office cumdump bitch, and was increasingly comfortable and happy about that, so trying to act out as someone I wasn’t any longer at home was getting harder and harder. Eventually the inevitable happened and she left, moving to Clapham to take up the spare room of a friend of hers who had recently also split from her boyfriend. I was sad about the way things had ended between us as I did really like her as a person, but truthfully I was just glad to be free of one more potential barrier to my true slutty nature. With Rachel gone, I started to get home visits from guys at the office who lived within reach, most of whom would cover the excursion from their wives, girlfriends, boyfriends or whoever as being a trip to the gym. I suppose there was an element of truth in that, given they gave themselves a decent workout when fucking me senseless. What it meant was that the whole weekend was now open for me to get bred by my colleagues, and with eleven of them now taking advantage of what I had to offer, not a day went by without me taking at least three loads. ------- The next big change came six weeks after Rachel and I broke up. It was a Saturday morning, and I woke up quite early with plans to go for a jog before Ben came over. I was quite excited about the visit this morning, as he’d finally decided to bring one of his own fuckbuddies over to have a go with my arse and as such I was going to get a breeding from someone who I didn’t work with for the first time. I’d done my teeth and got dressed into my jogging gear, but then picked up my phone to check my messages. That’s when I noticed I had texts and emails from the National Lottery, which peaked my interest. Whenever I’d won two pounds before I would just get an email telling me to log in to my account for some news about my ticket, but this time there were many more messages and I saw the word ‘jackpot’ for the first time. I didn’t go jogging. Instead I spent the morning staring blankly at my emails and the lottery website, trying to take in what I was being told. EuroMillions. One hundred and forty million pounds. Sole winner. Even when I phoned in and went through dozens of questions to confirm things, I still couldn’t take it in when the lady confirmed I would be getting that much money in to my bank account in the next few days. Ben and his friend Frank arrived late morning, and I calmly allowed them to fuck me for a few hours without really engaging. Ben could probably tell something was up, but he didn’t let on and just enjoyed spitroasting me with Frank. They even double-fucked me without breaking me out of my near trance-like state, which Frank interpreted to mean I was just such a slut I had gone in to a cum-driven high. I was happy to let him believe that, as it just seemed to spur him on to fuck me harder and thus cum faster. When they eventually left they had each dumped four loads in my throat or arse. I was a bit more with it on the Sunday, so was able to engage a bit more effectively when Lucas from HR came round in the morning to breed me, and also when Vikesh from Ben’s other project stopped by in the afternoon to fill me with seed. The following week I went through the motions at work and in the toilets, still a bit disbelieving that I was suddenly that wealthy. However, when Thursday evening came round and I got home at 9pm after a particularly heavy session with Gavin and his assistant James, I finally got the nerve to log in to my HSBC account. Sure enough, the money was there. I was fucking loaded, in every sense of the word. ------- I started dealing with what had happened by calling Rachel. It was nice to speak to her actually, and she agreed to meet me for a coffee. When I told her that I was giving her seventy million pounds she assumed I was telling some kind of weird joke she didn’t understand, but eventually she started to believe when I explained my reasoning. We had been together when I had bought my rolling EuroMillions ticket, it had kind of been her idea but I had been the one to actually register the account and make the purchase, I had picked her birthday as some of the numbers, and all in all I wanted to make sure she got what I felt she deserved. I then apologised to her for the way things had gone between us, and told her I hoped that we could still be friends. Unsurprisingly, with me having volunteered up a share of an absolute fortune that she would not otherwise have known about and certainly wasn’t entitled to, she forgave me for all that had gone before and we have remained quite close ever since. My next step was to quit my job. As much as I enjoyed working there, I didn’t need the money and, to be honest, having to do 40 hours of actual work a week was starting to cramp my style as a true cumslut. The guys would still be welcome to breed me whenever they wished, and I would be happy to stop by the office for trips to the disabled loos if they wanted me to at lunchtimes, but I didn’t want the hassle of having to pretend like I was this high-flying ambitious guy who wanted to climb the career ladder. I worked some of my notice period, and then took my outstanding annual leave for the rest of it so that I could bring my time in the office to an end. I was thrown a leaving party by my team and the others on the floor, and we all went out for drinks at a nearby pub afterwards. As it was a Friday night it was really busy in there, so there weren’t any trips to the loos with Ben, Mitch or any of the others to get my arse the seeing to it needed. However, at the end of the night Ben took me back to my flat, and for the first he stayed over in my bed, fucking me several times before we both got up mid-morning on the Saturday. “So, Mr Wealthy Slutbags” he said as he sat down at the kitchen table, “what do you have planned now?” “Househunting” I replied, as I poured us both a coffee. “Well, that sounds like a daytime activity” he said. “Does that mean you’re free tonight?” “I am indeed” I said, smiling. “Good boy” he said. “In that case, a few of us guys want to give you the send-off you deserve.” “Oh?” I said, cocking an eyebrow as I walked over with our coffees. “It’s a surprise” he said, taking the cup out of my hand and then having a sip. “I’ll be back later to pick you up.” “What time?” “Whenever I feel like it” he replied, giving me a bit of a glare. “Oh, er, yes, sir, of course” I stammered, surprised at how we had switched from pleasant chatting to our normal dominant-submissive relationship. He winked at me. “Just kidding boy” he said. “But seriously, be ready and cleaned out from 5 o’clock and I’ll be here at some point after that.” I breathed out in relief at his warmer tone. “OK, I will be” I replied, “sir”. He smiled at me as I added the last word after a short pause. “What should I wear?” I asked. “Jockstrap” he said. “I’ll bring the rest.” “Oh” I said, suddenly understanding that this was not going to be night out drinking or clubbing with the guys. “OK sir.” With that, the conversation switched back to what I was now going to do with my life. We talked about where I would look to live, where I wanted to travel, the things I would buy, and the people in my life I would take care of. He never once made even the remotest suggestion that I should include him in any of that, and actually gave me some really good advice about how to dish out my winnings to my loved ones without causing offence or creating rifts between everyone. It was then that I decided he would be a beneficiary, once I’d figured out the perfect gift to give him. Ben left later that morning, and I spent the day registering with various high-end property consultants so that I could arrange some meetings the following week and start my search. I spoke to my parents, read a heartwarming and unexpected email from Rachel’s mum, and also got on to a few other websites to begin splashing out on things I’d always wanted to own. Then, later on, I headed for the bathroom and began a really deep clean, getting myself all washed out inside, shaving my chest, having a good shower, and then sorting out my hair. I then selected my favourite black jockstrap and put it on, doused myself in the Armani fragrance I loved, and then made my way downstairs to wait for Ben. Whatever the night held in store, I was ready and eager to find out.

Thanks for the feedback guys. Here's the next chapter. Jay ------- The next morning I woke up to the pressure of Ben fucking me from behind, and knew that his cock had probably been buried inside all night as we were still in the same position. It felt really good to start the day like this, and I was quite happy that he was taking his time. Still, all good things must come to an end, and he eventually filled me with his load. What surprised me this time though was that he nuzzled his face into my neck afterwards, letting his cock soften inside me before he eventually pulled out and got up. The guys were actually quite cool at breakfast, treating me like normal with none of the weirdness from the day before. I guess with the cat out of the bag and their cum up my arse, there didn’t need to be any pretences. We all chatted about the final day of the project and what we needed to achieve, before setting off for the client’s offices to get started. It was another heck of a day, and by the evening none of us really felt like going out drinking again. Instead we went back to the hotel and had some bar food with a drink, before heading upstairs. This time Mitch and Rob just came straight to our room, and it wasn’t long before I was filled with cock again. No-one had as much energy as the night before so I only got two loads from each of them, and then of course Ben’s cock up my hole for the night once again. In the morning he chose to breed me in the shower before we packed up our things, went down for breakfast and then checked out. We did a few more hours at the client’s offices, and then headed to the airport. Rob and Mitch were both going to Gatwick and departed an hour the Heathrow flight Ben and I were on, so the two of us had a bit of time to kill. In the past that would have meant some shopping, maybe a coffee, probably a bit of watching the planes through the window, but it may not come as a surprise that on this occasion I instead found myself kneeling on the seat of a toilet, trousers hung on the door, and Ben’s cock up inside my hole again. It was quite a turn-on to be getting fucked while other guys used the urinals and lavatories around us, even if it did mean that Ben had to keep stopping his deep thrusting and instead switch to very gentle movements in and out so that we would not be heard. On the flight home I tried to relax a bit, not moving too much so as not to dislodge the wad of tissues shoved in my hole to keep Ben’s cum inside. He had made it clear he wanted to bookend the flight by using me again in the loos at Heathrow, and it would be a lot easier to get inside me without any unwanted squeals of pain if I was already lubed with his load. Hoping that no-one could smell what was inside me I did my best to act normal on the plane, but my levels of paranoia were raised somewhat as one of the male flight attendants kept glancing at me as he passed. I think I even saw him smirk at one point. Sure enough, the toilets at the far end of the baggage hall saw what may have been their first male-on-male breeding after we landed, with Ben thrusting me up against the wall in one of the wider disabled-access cubicles and ramming me senseless. Once he’d bred me for the umpteenth time he cleaned himself up, stuffed the tissues back into my crevice, and then made for the door. “See you in the office” he said with a wink, before ducking out. I dived for the door and re-locked it, then got myself sorted out. With a combination of tissues, spit and some water from the bottle I’d bought at Barcelona Airport, I managed to get my rear end cleaned out so that I had the best chance of not accidentally revealing to Rachel what had happened to me when I got home. Satisfied that both my body and my clothes were clear of any evidence, I then made my own way out of the bathroom, through customs and onwards to the tube. ------- To say things had been awkward at home is putting it mildly. I thought I’d be fine, but in truth I could barely make eye contact with Rachel all evening and she eventually went off to bed without me in a huff. Maybe she suspected I had been up to something while away in Barcelona, but I would bet my life that she would never have guessed just what that something actually was. I knew she was awake when I finally joined her in bed later on, as no-one who is asleep can turn their back on their partner so angrily. I tried my best the next morning and I think managed to make up for the night before, coming up with some cock-and-bull story about things not going so well in Barcelona and being a bit stressed about what that may mean for me back at the firm. Not sure she bought it, but it was enough to enable her to say ‘goodbye’ as she set off for work. I then tried to gather my shit before heading out the door too. Things seemed normal in the office, and my scrutiny of everything that was said to me, how people looked at me, jokes I heard being told elsewhere etc. gave me some solace as it would appear the other three hadn’t said anything to anyone else. Ben and Mitch were both wrapped up in meetings most of the morning so I didn’t see them, whilst Rob gave up nothing when he talked to me briefly. It was almost like it had never happened, until he gave a quick wink before walking off when we had met at the coffee station. I was just starting to think of going for lunch when I saw a group of men and women come out of the biggest conference room at the other end of the office. Ben and Mitch were amongst them, and I watched as everyone chatted for a bit before dispersing. Eventually Ben was striding down the office towards me, and I looked down to avoid eye contact. However, when he stopped next to my desk I had no choice but to look up at him. “Jake, come have lunch with me” he said, smiling. “I want to catch up on where we left things with Barcelona.” I stared up at him for a moment and then nodded. I locked my computer, grabbed my bag from under the table and then stood up and followed him as he walked towards the lift lobby. As we went through the doors to the lifts I finally spoke. “Are we really going to lunch?” He smiled and turned his head. “Of course not.” With that, he walked past the lifts and opened the door into the stairwell. He then started bounding up the stairs, and I hurried after him. We went up three floors, well into the unoccupied part of the building. “This should do” he said, going through one of the doors to where the toilets were. He then opened the door to the disabled toilet, holding it open for me to go in. He then followed me in, closing the door and putting the latch down to lock it. “There” he said, smiling, “now the only people who should disturb us are the ones I’ve invited to come and join us.” “H-h-how many?” I stammered. “We’ll see” he replied. “Mitch and Rob, obviously. Plus my boss.” “Gavin’s going to fuck me?!” I squealed. “Probably” he said, smirking, “or he might just want a blowjob.” I gaped at him, then looked down at the floor suddenly realising what my life was going to become. “Let’s get started” Ben eventually said. “Get your clothes off and hang them on the door. You’ve got a meeting at three and I don’t want you covered in cum.” I complied, realising that he’d planned this out to the extent of even checking when I needed to be back at my desk. Lunch was normally only 45 minutes, but as he’d made a show of saying we were going to be discussing the Barcelona project he could basically keep me here as long as he wanted. Once I was down to my underpants, I waited for my next instruction. “Good” he said, eyeing me up and down. “Now, tell me what you want.” “I’m sorry?” “Tell me what you want.” “Oh” I said. “Oh, right. Er, well, sir, I want you to fuck me.” “Good boy” he said, now smiling. “But first I think you should get me ready.” He then held his dick and looked down at it. Knowing what was required, I dropped to my knees, shuffled forward on the cold tiles and started to lick and suck his cock. I kept this up until he was breathing deeply, and then I decided to take a bit of control of the situation. I stood up, and looked up at him. “You’re ready” I said. “Please fuck me.” He smirked, and then spun me round. I bent over the toilet, rested my hands on the closed lid, and waited. He then suddenly appeared next to me, and bent over to retrieve a bottle that was hidden down the side of the toilet. Oh my god, he had planned this out so much he’d even stashed some lube here earlier. He disappeared from view, and I heard the squirting sound as he applied some to his fingers. A second later I flinched as I felt the coldness against my arse, and he then pushed a lubed finger in. Initially I was pleased that he was going to open me up, but then the finger was suddenly removed and he took up position behind me. Oh well, this was going to be a bit of a rough entry. He firmly pushed himself inside of me, and then slid the entire length in. It hurt, there’s no denying that, but I also felt a wave of euphoria sweep over me as I was penetrated again. “There you go boy” he said rather gruffly, holding still once fully buried, “now you’re back where you should be.” He then started to fuck, thrusting in and out of my hole as I relaxed into it and loosened up. His pounding was steady and felt fucking awesome, but after a while we were interrupted by what seemed to be a coded knock on the door. He swiftly yanked his cock from me, stepped back and flipped the latch on the door, and then returned to his position and rammed back inside of me as the door was opened. With my back to the door I couldn’t see who had come in, but from the steps and shuffling it was definitely more than one person. For some reason I chose not to look around, continuing to stare in front of me as Ben’s cock sawed away inside my guts. He eventually sped up, grunted loudly and blew his load, filling me with a huge quantity of his seed. He got his breath back and then withdrew, and in a matter of seconds I felt another cock being pushed in. Once again I was fucked, but this time I didn’t know who by even though it probably had to be Mitch, Rob or our department’s head, Gavin. I tried to decide if I thought the rock hard cock barrelling away inside me was familiar or not, but wasn’t sure. In just a few minutes the guy inside me blew his load and bred me, and then another stepped up. During that fuck there was another coded knock at the door, but this time I couldn’t tell if just one person had come in or more than that. It occurred to me that Ben had left it rather open as to whether it was just going to be him and the three others he mentioned breeding me that day, so it was quite possible some other guys were there. Despite my curiosity peaking, I still didn’t look round. In all, I was fucked seven times and took all of their loads up my arse. Then, when I sensed it was over, I straightened up and breathed deeply, feeling the cum running down my legs. I then slowly turned around to see who else was in the rather crowded disabled loo with me. Ben. Mitch. Rob. Yep, Gavin was there. Fuck. But who the hell were the other three? “Thanks mate” one of the strangers said, smiling at me. Whoever he was, he was cute. Man, I was thinking a guy was cute. “He doesn’t need to be thanked” said Ben, rather sternly. “Isn’t that right boy?” I blinked at him, before nodding. “Yes sir” I said, before looking round the room. “Thank you for breeding me.” “Good boy” said Ben. With that, the others all started to file out of the toilet and make their way back downstairs. When they were gone, Ben locked the door again and turned back to me. “Get yourself cleaned up” he said, with a much gentler tone than before, “and then you can go.” “Thank you” I said, before adding “sir.” He smiled at me, and then started to grab some paper towels from the dispenser. I set about getting the loads wiped out of my arse, and also cleaned up my legs given the stream of sticky cum that had run down them. Once washed and dried I got dressed again, and then hoisted my bag off the floor. “Right” Ben said, opening up the door, “let’s eat.” I was a bit dumbfounded, until he made his way through the door on to the dark, unoccupied office floor rather than heading back down the stairs. He walked to the kitchen area, where I was surprised to see some M&S sandwiches, crisps and drinks sitting out. Man, he had really planned this well. We hurriedly ate the food he had dropped off this morning, not saying anything to each other but exchanging occasional looks and smiles. Ben started wandering around the floor as he ate, taking in the view from three storeys further up the tower, and I eventually did the same. When we were done with our food Ben carefully gathered up the packaging and put it into the plastic bag he’d brought it in, and then we made our way back downstairs to resume our work for the afternoon.

Part: 6 It sort of went like this for the next few months. I would cruise for a load whenever I could sneak it in. During lunch breaks, on my way home, sometimes in the mornings, or at the gym. I got bred in many locations I would have never thought. Alleys, offices, parks, bathroom stalls. And I kept racking up those 5 star reviews. The guys were always a mix too. Sometimes it would be some 18-year-old kid that would jack hammer my hole and other times it was an older daddy. The convenience of the app made it so easy to keep from my wife she never suspected a thing. A few months in the wife was out of town again for the weekend, she was just making a quick trip to check on her mom and would be back the next day. She had taken our son with her. I made an excuse about staying behind to catch up on some work but I was really hoping to get some loads in me. Sat morning, I woke up to a message on the app: “Congratulations, you have received enough 5 star reviews to qualify you to upgrade to gold status. Please be aware that gold status comes with a Gift. We pozitively think you will enjoy the upgrade. If you are ready to be charged, hit accept!” Oh man, I didn’t even know what the gold membership really was but it sounded hot. I hit accept. I immediately got another message. “Welcome to Gold status. We have a new member event being held tonight to welcome you. Please show up at 8 p.m. to the address noted below. You will be the guest of honor where you will be receiving your Gift as a gold member. Show up wearing a jockstrap. Please RSVP ASAP if you are going to attend.” It was an address downtown, and the wife was out of town so what the heck. I hit yes. All day I was nervous and excited at the same time. What was the gift? Who will be there? What other cool things will come with being a gold member? I had never been in a group setting, let alone the center of attention. 7:30 came and I made my way over. The address was to a non-marked building at the end of a dead end street. It was downtown so it was a bit shady, a lot of homeless people about. The building did have parking next to it so I left my car there and walked up to the building. I knocked on the door and waited. Nothing happened. I knocked again and again nothing happened. Then out of nowhere a door to the left I had not seen before opens up and a guy motions me in. There are these stairs that went down into what seemed a basement. “you here for the gift?” “ummm…yeah, I just upgraded this morning.” “cool, I’ll think you are going to have a good time, strip down to your jock, you can leave your shit in that locker over there. I’ll be back for you in a sec.” He stepped through another door and left me in the empty room. It literally only had that one locker. I stripped to my jock and put my stuff away and waited. I could hear voiced but could not tell how many. The guy came back: “you ready?” “Yeah” “Good….im going to place this blindfold on you, take you into the center of the room, and then remove the blindfold there.” I nodded and everything went dark. The guy snapped a collar on me too and a leash. He started to lead me with the leash into the room. Once I stepped through the door I could feel the air change. I heard a lot of voices. Guys were grabbing and slapping my ass. A few slipped fingers into my hole. “yeah man, fresh meat!” “Gonna wreck that pussy” “can’t wait to charge him up!” Everyone seemed excited. I reached the center of the room and was pushed on all fours. The blind fold came out. I looked around, it was really bright and I could not see, I was in the center of a room with bright lights on me, some sort of spotlight. “We welcome our newest gold member, fresh meat for you to pozitively enjoy! Let the fun begin!”

When it rains, it pours. :-) I posted yesterday early evening about the hot latino muscle jock that stopped by to get my load. After he left, my buddy and I went out to dinner. I got home from that and was chatting on Grindr and a4a, and a twink that I fuck every other month or so (he's very inconsistent, and it's always when he wants it, if I ever contact him first he turns me down) said that he was horny and wanted some action, but he wanted to make sure everything was good "down there". So while I was waiting for him to respond, I was chatting with other guys on Grindr that were interested in playing. Twink got back to me and said he was good to go, so I asked if I could invite others to join...twink said sure, as long as they were negative as he hadn't started his PrEP yet (just got the prescription). I told the twink to head over, and I got on Grindr and messaged nearby profiles that were tops...a local mid 20's black guy and an early 30's chubby guy that was staying over in a hotel both said they were interested, so I invited them over. Twink arrived first and he and I played around a little...gave his hot hole a nice long rimming...while we waited for the other two to arrive. They both parked and messaged me at the same time, so I had twink put on his blindfold like he always does, and told the guys to come up to my apt. For the next hour or so, we all three took turns inside him. Black guy left early because he had an early morning, but chubby guy and I kept tagging him. Chubby guy bred him first and I got down there to felch his load out of the hole a bit, then I added mine. Twink isn't the most talkative guy, but he seemed to enjoy it. I was proud of him.

I'm sitting here, glowing and beaming with TWO big loads up the ass. Not to brag but I put on a star performance and the dude (whose name I still don't know - big turn-on, the no-name' -for now- anon scene) was the giver of these definitely poz loads! So JUST ONE DUDE, but two loads. He was open to 'keep going' but two hours of RUTTING my latter-day-slut-hole has left me with an adequately violated and used, thoroughly SPERMED sensation. I intend to keep that jizz until it is absorbed, the way total champs like to do. I'm getting more bold and daring, with 'coaching' by my peers on here... So I joined this site just a few months ago and I realized (after reading how WILD other guys are) I could afford to PUMP UP THE VOLUME and pursue sex a lot more aggressively than I have over the years. Being a 'serial monogamist' didn't help but my man and I signing a peace treaty after I caught him cheating (with hardcore fuckers in cyber-space, and I assume... IN THE FLESH) was a first step. Until 3 years ago 'grindr' and 'scruff' were 'no-go' for me, during what had become a quasi asexual BORING routine of traditional bliss. But after I saw his lurid exchanges with random strangers I made him INSTALL THE SEX APPS for me. Told him: "we will both hunt for dick and don't get pissed if I do better than you!" So let's say: we treat fucking as a sport! No safety nets, no saddles, no 'protection', no rubbers, no shame, no inhibitions and no more fear! Being 'on stage' taking random raw cock at a local sex-party venue this last Friday was thoroughly and honestly condoned and encouraged by my man. This weekend he just wanted to go to bed early (while his man was getting RAW DICK from anon strangers) He is cool with that! What good sport he is! I always give him 'blow-by-blow' descriptions of the actions, the players, the scores and the tallies. I expect the same from him! Well I can't lie: I only had two thick cocks in me (on Friday) to bust their nuts. But for that half hour with blind-folds on, brand-new ADIDAS-sneakers and ass up in the air and the ass-open but fashionable leather harness on, open with NO PROTECTION to the anon elements was a super-thrill! I felt some of the less timid guys who were milling about trying to reach into my candy-jar!!! Licking their chops and feeling the jizz I guess. But I'm still way too tight for such loose conduct and anything bigger than a huge cock to go in. My pussy clams up with a prehensile gripper! And few of those unseen, anon players wanted to be in the lime-light like my stripper buddy and me. Just a quick grope at the wild boys and back to the darkness they went! Really kinda a let-down... too many fucking lurkers at this particular venue. So I'm in chat here earlier talking to muscledhorse I guess and a few others who are shamelessly exhibitionist and promiscuous, the way I aspire to be... and a few of my new followers got me fired up with private messages to basically "GO GET'EM TIGER!" So I was firing on all guns that have worked for me in the past: grindr. Barebackrt and Facebook even. The latter has a substantial proportion of my friends who I have played with raw or who by 'association' I know are part of 'team BBBH'. There are several who I had an appetite for, but once again couldn't close the deal. Dammit! BBRT was kinda lame today but my 'raw-sex' hinting new profile on Grindr brought a few risk-loving boys to the yard, eager to share RAW MILK shakes. So a sexy black guy came through, lanky, very smooth with scruffy facial hair, very well-spoken and SMOOTH all over. A delicacy for me. I got excited enough to promptly stick my cock in him and he was a natural. But no... I WANT HIS GORGEOUS COCK!!! "OKAY, he said and went to town... let's see, about 5 now... he got here at 2.30 and we hit it off, right off the bat. We must have fucked for almost two solid hours! And my ass feels like I could take more!!! (late convert, you know?!) Him fucking and me talking about 'skin-on-skin' 'fucking raw' and wanting his poz cum. Yeah, that far we went even before in our lurid chat on grindr. So he fucked me from the back, in the living-room. Then flipped me over, hell yeah he went to town. OH I almost forgot: neither one of us required any lube. Not even sure if he used a bit of spit to prime the pumping, but off we were in the zone. He nutted like a bull as he announced: "READY? Ready for my load!!" Hell yeah and my slut-gripper pussy milked him like a satyr from the x-rated ancient stories. Oh and I have never had a black guy, a really black one, just a couple sexy Yamocha dudes over the years. I had him take pictures of him fucking me, close-ups, but really only two came up later. He was too anxious to fuck; in the bed now backwards, frontwards, side ways... he rutted my hole and he was worried! 'Does it hurt you? Should I stop??" Hell no keep going... nipple-play, dirty talking and fucking and nipple-play! Told him I'll take him to sex-parties and have him breed my man! Told him we need to out 'other barebackers' to each other when we see each other 'at the bars' with our prospective friends;. Bring up the numbers in our circle of bb-bros! He was all up for it. Then we took a short break from fucking. I love looking at a sexy long, cut dick slung lazily against a dude's legs. I told him about bbrt and he had never heard. I helped him install his new profile and I looked earlier and his pic is waiting for approval... I said there is another site (breedingzone) you might want to check out... but let's GET BACK TO FUCKING. Sucked his nipples to get the sexy-slung boner back up to assault weapon status. He is hard-wired nipples-to-dick like me. All that lascivious, promiscuous talk excited him too! "Okay, sit on my dick!" he said as he laid back with a devilish smirk. Oh that is my favorite and I impaled myself like only a raw-riding satyr would on a Minotaur's cock. I promptly broke into a steady pace until I slowed down, worried I might bend his cock or overdue it the way one of my man's stud-muffins acted last time I rode his cock, apparently too painfully hard for him, evil and aggressive like a thief... I was fine then but that dude was 'ouch' - he had me get off and lay back like a bitch instead and performed to full conclusion without a hitch. But TODAY, the newbie and I had the rhythm down from the get-go. I apparently hit his FAVORITE stride, my ass hungrily clenching his cock, my fingers playing with his nipples and riding raw with no sense of shame or flinching! Ten second tops and that second load of his was balls-deep up my aspiring cum-dumpster man-cunt! I put on a damn good show! He was a satisfied customer (as I like to call it) TWO LOADS!!! In me now! My hands are sweating and I'm tingling at another once-forbidden, lascivious, raw fantasy cum true!!!! Hell yeah!

Well sounds like it could have been the fuck flu. I had my fuck flu shortly after returning from a trip to the US. Depending on when exactly I got infected that trip, some 10-14 days after getting infected. My fuck flu was a rather short course one too. Started feeling a bit feverish one evening, so just took some paracetamol not thinking anything. Had the night sweats that same night and woke up with my sheets being soaked. Took another paracetamol in the morning so I could go to work and in the shower realised I had some kind of rash on several places all over my body - that's really when it hit me. That same day my muscles started to get really really sore and I started feeling extremely fatigued and had a really high fever. I also had a hard time eating, because I could barely swallow. All that continued for about 5 days and then I was back to normal. Went for an HIV test a couple of days after what I thought was a fuck flu and as expected tested poz.

Part: 5 The rest of the week went about the same, I would flip open the app on my lunch, end up in an alley, storage room floor, random places just taking dick. My star rating had gone up to 4.9. I wanted a perfect 5! But was still working towards it. The wife came back home Thursday night. I feared the fun might have to end now that she was back. Save it only for when she wasn’t around. By that weekend though all I could think of was the app. I wanted to log on and take some dick. Saturday morning I had to take my son to his baseball game. The wife stayed behind to get some stuff done since she had been out of town all week. We got to the field and my son ran off to join his team. He was a cute kid, he was 17 and developing into a solid stud. I had put on some shorts and a jock again, I figured I might be able to get away while my son was playing. The game started and towards the end of the first inning I popped open the app and hit search: “field #5” That was the baseball field way in the back, it was being redone and not in use right now. I hit accept and got the next set of instructions “head over to the home team dugout.” I jogged over, my dick already hard, bouncing as I jogged. I walked in from behind so I could not see into the dugout, I walked up and stepped in. There was my sons assistant coach! I got nervous, didn’t know if he was from the app or if he was there for something else. “it’s cool, I ordered you. get over here, suck on this dick” I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out, I was in heaven. The assistant coach was a college kid. Tall 6ft and fit with a six pack for days. His cock was also amazing, a nice 9 inches with a bulbous head. A swallowed it to the hilt till I felt his pubes on my nose, he held my head down and face fucked me. tears started streaming from my face, I tried to pull off and breath but he just held me there. Finally, he let me up and I gasped for breath. “get on all 4s bitch, the coach expects me back soon.” I bent over the fence and held on, he spit on his cock and just slammed it in. He started pistol fucking me. I thought I was going to go through the fence. I could swear people could hear the chain link fence rattling but I didn’t care, I just wanted that load. He buried his cock deep in my ass and started busting. He pumped about 7 ropes of cum into me. He pulled out his dick to the tip and then slid it right back in, working the load into my hole. “thanks man, gotta run” he tucked his monster back into his baseball pants and ran off. I gave him a few before I rejoined the game. I felt the app notification, I popped it open and saw the 5-star rating. Another well satisfied top.

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty I slowly raised up off Dad’s hard cock and moved off the bed. Dad was still focused on eating the ass sitting on his face. Brent pulled out and quickly moved to where I was. I held Dad’s cock straight up and watched it slide into his hole. Dad tried to lower his legs, but Brent locked his arms around them, keeping them up in the air. Brent looked over his shoulder and nodded. I quietly stepped closer to Dad’s ass. My cock throbbed as it made contact with Dad’s hole. Holding it by the base, I started to rub his hole with my head, circling his ring. He started pushing it out, opening his hole for my cock. I was leaking pre-cum, wetting Dad’s hole. I pushed the tip into his hole, then quickly pulled out. Over and over I did this, as Brent was slowly sliding up and down on Dad’s cock. “Stop fucking teasing my hole and FUCK ME!” Dad said. I leaned forward slowly pushing my rock hard cock into my Dad’s hole. I kept sliding until I was balls deep. His hole felt so good wrapped around my cock, it was warm and wet inside. He squeezed his ring around the base of my cock, tightening, then loosening. Over and over he did this. I slowly pulled out until the head of my cock was just in him and then drove back in. He moaned into the ass on his face. I leaned in further and kissed Brent, our tongues invaded each other’s mouth. My hips were slowly pumping forward and back, driving my hard cock deep into Dad’s hole. I was so turned on that I knew I would not last long inside my Dad. Brent was moving faster and faster up and down Dad’s cock, all the while Dad was slurping on the hole over his mouth, not knowing who was fucking him. “I’m so close Brent” I whispered to him, breaking our kiss. “Breed him” The man sitting on Dad’s face tried to get up, but Brent grabbed his arm and mouthed for him to stay there. He grinned and pushed his ass back down on Dad’s face. “Tongue my fuck hole” he ordered Dad. I pumped harder into Dad’s ass. My balls were aching to shoot my load into him. I edged the area just behind the head of my cock on Dad’s ring, slowly moving in and out. When I could not hold back any more, I pushed all the way in and exploded. My cock jumped over and over and my poz load hit deep inside Dad. I had never cum that much or that hard, EVER. My head feel against Brent’s back as I tried to catch my breath. I held my cock in Dad’s ass as he squeezed his hole muscles again, trying to milk my cock. Brent mouthed “move” to me and I quickly moved to the pile of bodies on the floor, getting under a guy that was on all fours getting fucked. Brent motioned for a man to lift my legs and slide his cock into my hole. All a rouse to keep Dad from knowing I fucked him. I took the cock in my mouth that was hanging above me, as the man I was under did the same to mine. He held it deep in his mouth, even though it was only semi-hard. The man seated on Dad’s face got off and moved to his ass, then slid his cock deep inside, as Brent fucked himself on Dad’s cock. “Where by boy, Brent” Dad asked. Brent pointed to me in the pile of men. I pulled my head from out of the crotch of the guy I under, smiling at Dad. “What’s up Pop, besides your cock up Brent’s hole.” “Just wanted to make sure you were safe.” “Nope - safe sucks, raws the way to go” The guy fucking my ass chuckled and pulled out his cock, waved it in the air, showing Dad it was raw. “No raincoat here” He slammed back into me and started to pump in and out of my hole faster and faster, until he shot a load deep into me. The men all around were shooting their loads in holes, then one by one they were leaving. The cabin emptied out until it was just Dad, Brent and I. The whole time the orgy was going on, Brent continued to ride Dad’s cock. Dad was having some great staying power. “Brent, why don’t you slide your A.I.D.S cock up my son’s hot hole” Dad suggested “Why don’t I fuck you both with it” Brent said, “get your asses up in the air” Dad and I both flipped over and got on all fours, I dropped my head down to the bed, pushing my ass up more. “Looks like the boy want’s it more than Daddy” Brent said. He positioned himself behind me, lowering his cock until it was lined up with my hole and drove in deep. I let out a moan, Brent’s cock felt good in my hole. “Want some poppers, son?” “I’m good” Brent’s A.I.D.S cock slide in and out of my hole, balls slapping my ass over and over. Dad had moved into the same position that I was in. “Drew your hole is winking at me” Brent said, “Are you trying to get my cock out of your son’s hole” “Fuck yeah” Brent pulled out of my hole and moved behind Dad, slamming his cock into Dad’s hole. I could see Brent fucking my Dad when I turned my head to face them. “Bitch” I said jokingly at Dad “Damn, Daddy stole the cock right out of your hole boy” Brent said as he continued to fuck Dad’s hole. I reached back and started to rub my fingers around my hole, coating them with the cum from my ass and slid them into my hole. I had two in my hole and was moving them in and out, slowly finger fucking myself. “looks like your son is trying to entice me” “Slut” Dad said to me. I just smiled and kept fingering my hole as Brent fucked my Dad’s hole. Brent was watching me finger myself. Brent was really pounding Dad’s hole. I flipped over and through my legs into the air, then went back to fucking my hole, this time sliding three fingers into it. I was moaning like a whore in heat, when Brent pulled out of Dad’s ass. “I will fuck you more boy, but know that your Daddy gets my A.I.D.S” he said dropping to his knees. He grabbed my legs and rammed his cock into my hole. I loved it, his cock was so fucking hard. I turned to face Dad, who was slowly stroking the cock that made me. He moved closer and started to kiss me, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. Brent laid down on my, still pumping his cock in me, and joined our kiss. Then pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty. “So close boy” He slammed back into Dad’s hole, pumping him harder and harder. His grunts were getting loud. “Here it comes Drew” he yelled He pushed all the way in and fell on top of Dad’s back, the sudden weight caused Dad to collapse on the bed, Brent went with him, his cock still buried in Dad’s ass, shooting it’s A.I.D.S in deep. They were both still breathing heavy as Brent lifted off Dad. He moved over to me and put his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and started to suck it, cleaning it of Dad’s ass juice, Brent’s A.I.D.S and my cum. “I needed that,” Dad said, “Needed a good recharge” Brent pulled out of my mouth and got off the bed. Looking right at me he said: “Boy you will get my load soon enough, I will be there for your initiation into the club” With that Brent left our cabin. I just looked at Dad. “Brent is a member, as well as Rick and Jack” he said. He went over to his bag and grabbed his phone. He scrolled through his email and said: “Just waiting on two more members to respond, but everyone else said yes. I am sure those two will be there as well” he said. Even though we were basically at a huge public poz fuck club, I could not get my mind off the basement and the gang bang that would be happening when we get back. “Daddy, will Dax be there for my gang bang” “Nope, not a permanent member” Dad said laughing, “Still trying to figure that one out huh son?” I just nodded. “Hungry” Dad asked me “Starving” I said. “Let’s get a bite” he said.

Thanks guys, I am appreciating the comments, keep them coming. Enjoy: Part: 3 I got back home my phone buzzed. It was the app, a notification. The top had rated me, I opened the app and saw my review. 4.5 out of 5 stars. “Good hole, made a bit of noise but was able to take dick well once he settled in.” The review had been added to my profile. I got another notification. “Congrats on getting your first load/review. Tops can rate bottoms, but bottoms cannot rate tops. We only offer our tops the best bottoms so you must maintain a 4.0-star review to continue with the service. Have fun.” Well, I am going to have to make sure I keep my star rating up. I had a few errands to run for the day and got dressed. I left the load inside me, made me feel sluttier. I threw on some basketball shorts, with a jockstrap underneath and a t-shirt. I headed off to Home Depot as I needed a few things for a couple projects around the house I promised the wife to get to before she got back from her mom’s house. Pulled into the parking lot and walked into Home Depot. A lot of working men, I started getting horny again thinking of the load already in my ass. Would the app work here? It was worth a try. I opened the app and hit search, two minutes later I got this message: “Go to the Home Depot restroom, last stall, wait there door unlocked, 5 min.” I hit accept and scanned the store for the restroom sign, spotted it towards the back. This was exciting. I had never before actually had sex in public. I stepped into the bathroom and headed towards the handicap stall at the end. I stepped in and left the door unlocked. Someone walked in a minute after me, I held my breath. The guy walked towards my stall but took a left at the urinal. Damn, not my guy. He finished his business, washed his hands and left. Moments after, the door opened again. I could see work boots under the stall. The door opened and there was a contractor, a total daddy type. He stepped in and closed the door behind himself. I immediately got on my knees and pulled his cock out. I swallowed him whole I didn’t want to get docked on my star rating. He wasn’t that big but it was a decent six inches. Very musky, fucking hot. I loved it. After a minute or so I got to my feet, bent over, held onto the handicap bar and presented my ass. Without a word he got behind me and slipped right in. “Fucking nice pussy, already fucked. I like it. Love a pre-lubbed hole.” He started pounding into my hole, my shorts around my ankles. I sniffed my poppers and opened up, I was flying high, fucking loved it. Then the door opened, the top slowed his pace but didn’t pull out. He shushed me. I held my breath. A guy walked in and took a piss, then walked out. The top went back to slamming my hole. “I’m gonna bust bitch, take this load you slut.” And with three pumps I could feel him unloading in my ass. He finished draining his dick and pulled out, pulled up his pants and left. Fuck that was hot. I pulled up my shorts and left as well. I spotted him in the store a few times as a I grabbed my stuff, we even locked eyes, and when nobody was looking he grabbed his bulge - just for my benefit. When I got back to my car I checked the app, got another review: 5 stars “good pussy to breed,” was all it said.

I race off to my office with a real spring in my steps making sure not to cum stain my work suit and head straight to the Gents, luckily no one is in there so encouraged by my first out in the open public sex I stand at the urinals and jack off, my load splattering against the porcelain in double quick time. Phew! I wipe my cock on the communal hand towel and smirk to myself, how lucky am I? I must have missed him on the station platform the next day, and it wasn’t until the following Monday – on another yet rainy day - before I saw him again. He turned up on the platform at the same place and at the same time but was now clean shaven and in an electric blue suit, crisp white shirt with dazzling orange tie. I find myself a few yards away from him on the platform edge and as I glanced sideways to look at him, he pretended to ignore me; he was standing with his hands crossed in front of him, holding a large leather man bag. When the train came in, I maneuvered myself so as to get on next to him. As we moved forward towards the train doors, I caught a tantalizing glimpse of his hard-on in his sharp blue suit, he must have been playing with himself while standing there, after all, first thing in the morning who wouldn’t with his fine piece of equipment I longed to enjoy again. The train was already rammed full of passengers and we were squeezed in to the corner by the doors and reminded me how I’d love to ram his pert ass right now! I still managed to get on next to him but we were now stuck holding onto the same bar above him with his left hand but facing slightly away from me. I was at right-angles to him, however, I couldn’t get around in front of him, as it was simply too crowded and he wasn’t making it easy for me. There simply was no way we could risk the kind of “play” we had enjoyed the other day. The air was heavy with an array of minty fresh breath, the remains of garlic lingering from the previous night, cheap aftershave, expensive cologne and the heady mix of musky BO from the already sweaty tightly packed bodies…all of which made my cock twitch and grow to its full 6.5 inches. God I hope the lady pressed up against me doesn’t move anymore or she will get a big surprise! Nevertheless, in the crowd, I pressed myself against his side and tried to get him to twist around, but he didn’t seem to want to play ball today and I was getting a bit frustrated by this when the train pulled into the next station and a load more people got on. Amidst all the pushing and shoving, I was pressed up to the side of the carriage with nowhere else to move but he ended up with his butt pressed firmly up against my bulging crotch now lodged hard into his butt. The swaying of the train made my erection ride up and down his ass crack making me even more rock hard, already oozing pre-cum into my Calvin Klein’s. Happy that I was in this promising position for the next part of the journey, especially as I couldn’t reach his front, I decided to investigate his backside, I moved so my free hand went neatly to his ass cheeks alongside my hard-on and started to feel the lovely round shape of his bum through his tight trousers. With my fingers extended, I slip my hand forward between his legs and pressed upwards into the spot behind his balls, then traced it back outwards around his ass cheeks as I traced the ridge of his underpants outlining his rounded globes then gently sawed in and out letting him know exactly what I would love to do to him. Throughout all of this, he maintained his position and did nothing to stop me. The height difference between us meant I could just about reach under him until my hand touched his bulge. What a discovery he was sporting an erection set to burst the front of his tightly-fitting trousers! At the next opportunity of passengers getting on and off, we found ourselves up against the glass partition by the seats with now a man mountain standing with his back to us to my right, so we were still well shielded. Still behind him, I slid my right hand around his right thigh and, concealed by his man bag went to grope his trouser bursting cock. With my fingers wrapped around his twitching cock…suddenly, I felt another hand grab mine I certainly wasn’t expecting that, now with someone else involved it was cranking up the risk-stakes. I went cold. I broke out in a cold sweat and a trickle runs down my back causing a shudder I froze, unsure what to do next…but ‘my guy’ then he seemed to wriggle his bum a little rubbing up against the rock-hardness of my own stonking erection pressing deep in his ass crease. This alone was almost enough to make me cum there and then. I’m in awe as he was shuffling through a complete 180 degrees to now face me. Almost feverishly, I allowed the swaying of the carriage to let me adjust my position against him as my hands go to the top of his flies, I expected to find a zip but, to my dismay, I discovered buttons. Damn! Not to be undone, I remembered that on this stretch, there would be a long run now until the next station, which would be on the other side of the carriage, followed by another long run after that. So, bolstered by this knowledge, I found the open bottom button and made my way upwards with dexterous fingers and thumb. In a change of tack, he pressed the back of his right hand against my crotch as I continued delicately undoing his buttons, two, three, eventually four of them, until there was enough room to slide my whole hand inside the warm moist opening. Meanwhile, he continued to brush and press his hand against my dick, bulging hard inside my briefs, now uncomfortably wet from all the pre-cum oozing from my piss slit. How we were able to do this without it being too obvious to anyone in the crowd around us is beyond me. Last time it was me in charge of this intoxicating sexual thrill during our daily commute. However, this time, things were going in an entirely new direction and I was far from in control of myself at the thought of where this might go judging by the state of my own underwear! As he twisted his hand around and began investigating and squeezing the bulge hidden to the outside World by my coat, I slide my hand inside the warm opening of his flies and to my surprise, immediately felt wet cotton then the thick throbbing shaft of his penis. God, it was thick, thicker than I remembered and super rock-hard! I looked directly into his deep wide eyes and gave him a quick raise of my eye-brows. He looked away, being careful not to be discovered…as at the same, his fingers had found the zip of my flies… He wasted no time; before I knew it, zip was down and his hand was inside my trousers and had found the top of my white Calvins. I managed to hook my finger over the waist-band of his underwear and pulled downwards, prying my other fingers into the new opening until my whole hand was inside and the front of his briefs. Immediately, I felt tufts of pubic hair and I squeezed his heavy testicles, now tightly bunched against the warmth of his groin. I saw him swallow hard, parting then licking his lips slightly. He was highly aroused and his right hand was busy working my dick. It was hard to concentrate! As the train came into the next station, we both just stood there, pressed together in the crowd, across from the doors, with people jostling to get on and off around us. As soon as the train moved on, I slowly pulled his foreskin back and as I did so, I watched his eyes close again, as once again he inhaled deeply, pressing his lips hard together, as if to suppress some other more extrovert sign of his ecstasy. I was enjoying this – and so was he! Now, backwards and forwards, I slid his foreskin over the head of his tool and pricked my finger on the sharp underside of his piercing. I swallowed hard to prevent a yelp and hope I’m not bloodying his briefs. I adjusted my hand’s position and continued to jack his hard-on as copious amounts of slippery pre-cum ooze into my fingers and I began sliding it around the head of his penis. Frantically, his fingers pulled at the top my damp briefs and his hand was inside them, releasing my bulging cock into his hand and slipping sideways in my briefs, across my right thigh. He discovered the wetness of my pre-cum and momentarily, I think he thought I had already cum, but because my shaft was hard across my groin and in his grip, he quickly realized otherwise and began sliding my own foreskin back, so that his fingers could mimic what I was doing to him, the two of us jacking in unison. That was it; neither of us could hold it any longer. All at once, I watched as his neck veins began to expand once more against his white shirt, as he sharply breathed-in through his nose and clasped his eyes tight shut I simultaneously felt a series of rhythmic throbs as his cum pulsed volumes pumping endless amounts of cum through my fingers. Just as he was in the midst of his throbbing orgasm, I felt that familiar powerful feeling engulfing my own body, from the depths of my balls, surging up the shaft of my cock, as I exploded into the palm of his hand in two or three long spurts, as I too now tried to stifle to need to scream out loud, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” a croaky cough is all that emanates from my open mouth. I still had his throbbing tool in my hand and there was cum everywhere, running, slippery, over his cock, trimmed pubes, balls and down his left leg as I continued to massage his genitals. My own CK’s were soaked but as I was not quite so well-endowed as he was, it was all contained – I think! He slipped his hand out of my briefs and out of my flies. As I moved my hand, I felt his balls relaxing and their tightened sack becoming loose and relaxed again I knew it was time to leave; and in any event, we were coming into “our” exit station. I didn’t have time to do anything else but withdraw my sticky hand from his flies, I was left with cum all over my hand and where I pricked my finger his DNA stung where it was soaking into me…Christ! I’m getting hard again at the thought of a little piece of him in me. The urge to lick my hand and taste his essence was overpowering. Damn! A big globule of his babymakers drips from my hand on to the lady’s dress who has her back pressed up against me. Umm wonder how she is going to explain that at work? I figure I’m shielded enough so go for it, close my eyes and imagine it’s his gorgeous thick cock I’m sucking as my mouth engulfs my hand and lick the juices off my fingers. After that split second of imagery I open my eyes to see the man seated with just the glass partition separating us smiling up at me. I give him a wink and as the crowd exits the train we all depart. I started to follow ‘my man’ but quickly realized that it would be futile as the hustle and bustle of our fellow commuters put distance between us. I saw him disappearing up the escalator as the dampness in my groin became cold and uncomfortable, I couldn’t help but imagine his discomfort too at having to walk the rest of the way to work, his button-flies still undone and drenched underwear leaking cold, sticky cum down his leg. Just like me, he would probably have to go directly into the toilet at work, take off his briefs and spend the rest of the day with nothing on under those tight trousers! I’m thinking the local dry cleaners were going to be busy this week. I reach into my pocket to retrieve a tissue to clean up only to find a piece of paper, it says, “Hi I’m James, meet me later at 6pm outside the station, let’s take these morning rendezvous a step further?”

Part:2 The next morning, I had an email waiting for me in my inbox: Welcome! We are glad you have taken the first steps to becoming a silver member. Below you will find the link to download the app and your log-in details. Don’t forget to change your password after set up and happy breeding! I instantly got hard. I had been reading a lot of erotica and just never figured something like this would happen to me. I downloaded the app and hid it a few folders deep. Didn’t want the wife to accidently stumble upon it. It was still early Saturday morning and other than a few errands didn’t have much going on. I decide to flip open the app and test it out. When I popped it opened it, it welcomed me. It had me set up a quick profile. Since the whole purpose of the app was to take loads it required an ass pic. I didn’t have one so I had to take one. I wanted to show that I was a true pussy bottom and put on a pair of my wife’s panties. I set up the camera timer, got on all fours, and showed off my ass. I entered some other particulars, weight, height, age, ethnicity, status, etc. I completed the basics and was ready to go online. I hit activate. And then nothing happened. I knew it, probably some sort of joke, or perhaps it was too early in the morning. I threw my phone on the bed and went to take a nice shower. When I came out there was a notification on my phone. I opened the app and had an “Assignment.” All it said was: “Top looking for pussy to breed within one mile. You have 10 minutes to accept if you are free.” And below the message there was a green button that said accept and a red button that said decline. I was standing there, fresh out of the shower, my heart started thumping. Should I accept? Decline? I mean, this is why I signed up right? Could I show up somewhere and get fucked by a total stranger?! Well, if there was ever at time to try this out it is now that the wife is out of town. I hit accept. A map pulled up with directions pinpointing me and the location. It was less than half a mile away, actually closer than first noted. I threw on a pair of running shorts, no underwear. I grabbed my keys and a fresh bottle of poppers I had just purchased. I figured I could easily jog over. I was jogging down the street, following the map, the gap between the two little dots getting closer. It was not a warm morning, but the physical activity was getting me a little warm. I turned onto a dead end street. The pinpoint ended half way down the street on the left. It was a pretty nice neighborhood. Upper middle class. I ran up the driveway…was about to head for the door when a man called me over from the garage. I almost did not hear him; he was rather quiet. I looked over and he was standing next to a side door next to the garage door. “Are you from the app?” “Yeah, get in here quick, don’t want you to be seen.” He stepped back and I slipped through the door right past him into the garage. It was a bit dark and I had to wait for my eyes to adjust. He closed the door and pushed me in. “Sorry about that, wife is in the house getting breakfast ready. Didn’t want her to see you through the window. She'll be busy for a bit so we have just enough time.” Now that my eyes had adjusted I was able to see the man more clearly. He was in his mid-forties, scruffy beard, not overweight but thick, solid built. You could tell he was a man that worked with his hands. He had a lot of tools and auto parts in the garage, and his hands seemed stained. I figured he was a mechanic of some sort. He wasn’t the hottest guy but definitely handsome. “Well, let’s get started, I don’t have a lot of time.” I dropped to my knees and reached up, he had already unzipped his jeans. I buried my face in his crotch. I have a big underwear fetish and love the smell of worn underwear. Especially that smell of piss in the crotch area. I reached up and pulled the waist band down. A nice 7-inch dick popped out. It was nice and thick. I was going to enjoy this. I started sucking on his cock, licking around the head, getting the faint taste of salty piss. I barely had enough time to get his cock wet with spit when he stopped me saying "Get up. I told you I don’t have enough time, bend over the bench.” I bent over, grabbed my bottle of poppers and took a big whiff, he spit on my hole and just slammed it right in. I yelped. It hurt. I wasn’t expecting for him to just show it in. He put one hand over my mouth and the other on the small of my back. He started to plow my ass. It started to feel good and I pushed my ass back. He figured it was safe to remove his hand from my mouth and he placed both hands on my hips. Pulling me back onto his cock as he slammed into me. I took another big hit of poppers and opened my ass. “Oh yeah slut, I’m gonna bust. You want my babies in your ass, slut? You want me to impregnate you?” “Fuck, yeah, sir, please, breed my pussy. That's why I'm here.” And with one more pump he buried his cock in my ass and held it there. I could feel his cock expand and pulsate with every rope of cum he shot in me. I counted five. He released my hips and withdrew. I felt utterly empty. “Thanks, man. You can exit the back door and head down the alley,” he instructed, pointing at a door in the wall behind him. I pulled up my shorts and he let me out. The door did open up to the alley. I started jogging back home. Don’t know who the guy was but this was definitely a hot experience. As I headed home I could feel some cum leaking out of my ass.

Dad’s Basement Part Seventeen After about eight hours on the road, not adding in the time it took for us to get fucked and bred at the rest stop, we exited the interstate and heading down a road that look like it had not been repaired since it was installed. There was nothing for mile, just empty fields. We drove for what seemed like hours, until Dad turned the truck onto a dirt road. “Have you been here before Dad?” I asked, “you act like you know where you are going” “Yes Son, I have, three times” We entered a wooded area, very dense growth. I looked around to see if I could see any of the resort, but nothing shown. About a mile in the woods began to clear, opening up to a big area, we drove through a gate to a house and parked. There were a lot of cars in the area. “Okay Son, we are here, get the bag and let’s go” Dad said, pushing his shorts off and putting them on the seat between us. We made our way to the house, and entered. A bell went off as we entered a lobby. “Drew you hot fucker, about time you get here” a man said as he entered from another room. The man was naked, his very skinny, which made his cock look huge. It flopped back and forth as he walked across the lobby to give Dad a hug. I could not stop staring at him. The way his skin hung on his body made it look as if he was skin and bone, almost a walking skeleton. I watched their cocks mash against one another as they embraced. “Damn Drew, is this your boy? The one from the pictures you should us?” “The one and the same, only he’s eighteen now and newly poz. You should have been there when I took his cherry.” “Fuck I hope I get to be the first full blown A.I.D.S load he gets” he said, “I’m Rick” “Matt” I put my hand out to shake his, but he pushed it away and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight. “Too late on the first full blown, one of the club members already did that” Dad said as we hugged. “Bet it was that fucking slut Garrett” Rick said laughing. “Yeah, he fucked me, bred me, then told me” I said. “Awesome” Rick said, “you are going to be popular with the men here, but I want that ass first” “I’m game” I replied “Drew, I saved you, your regular cabin, you go settle in while I take your son for a little ride” Rick said, “I will bring him to you” “Sounds good to me” Dad went out a door opposite of the one we entered, as Rick led me to the room he was in before we entered. “Matt, meet my partner in crime Jack” Rick said, “We both are full blown” I watched as Jack kicked back the sheet on the bed, exposing his hard cock that was resting on his furry belly. He spread his legs and motioned for me to get in between them. I jumped on the bed, positioning my head just inches from his cock. He lifted it up, stroking it in front of me. Rick climbed on top of me, his cock resting on my crack and his head by mine. “We have been waiting for this day Matt, ever since your Dad showed us your picture. You were much younger and was only in your underwear” Rick said. Jack offered me a bottle of poppers, which I uncapped and inhaled deeply. I handed them to Rick you did the same. I started to lick Jack’s hard cock, making him moan and spread his legs wider. Rick was slowly moving his cock up and down my crack, leaving a trail of toxic fuck juice. I took Jack’s cock into my mouth and started to suck. The poppers were placed under my nose again. I held the cock about half way in my mouth and inhaled. The rush was amazing. “Put your cock in his boy hole Rick, just like we used to fantasize about.” I felt Rick lift up off me, pushing his cock into my crack. He moved it up and down a little making contact with my hole. Once lined up he pushed in, slowly sliding in. I moaned in my throat, and pushed my ass up, sliding more of his cock into my hole. “He’s got a load in him already. Is it your Dad’s?” I took Jack’s cock out of my mouth, holding it at the base with my hand. “Nope it’s a trucker that fucked me in a rest stop bathroom” Rick’s cock was completely in as I took Jack’s cock back into my mouth. I could feel Rick lower his body on me, holding me down under him. He slowly began to rise and lower his ass, as I was sucking Jack’s cock deeper and deeper. “FYI boy,” Jack said, “we have cameras in each corner of this room and our fucking is being broadcast not only on every television in the resort, but also on our private pay website.” Jack said, “let’s give the men a good show” He moved up to a kneeling position in front of me, grabbed my head and started to face fuck me. His cock moved in and out of my mouth, balls bouncing off my chin. Rick’s ass was rising and dropping faster and faster. Rick moved up to a kneeling position behind me as he pulled up my hips until I was on all fours. I had one dick face fucking me while another fucked my ass. I was hoping that Dad was watching me take these two A.I.D.S cocks. Jack suddenly pulled out of my mouth and sat back down, leaning against the head board. He pulled me forward causing Rick’s cock to pop out of my hole. “Sit on me, facing me boy” I positioned my hole over his cock and dropped down, taking him balls deep. He put the little brown bottle under my nose. I inhaled three times in each nostril. Rick moved up behind me and pushed me forward. I could feel his cock at my hole, pushing in, sliding next to Jack’s. Jack grabbed my nipples, pulling me down more, until I was kissing him. He kept pinching and twisting my nipples as Rick’s cock popped into my hole with his partners. I felt my hole stretch more and more, until I felt like I was ripping into two. He continued until most of his cock was in with Jack’s. Then they start to trust in and out. I moaned loud, as they double fucked my hole. Their cock rubbing together, balls slapping balls. The pleasure was intense. They both moaned and growled. I only hope everyone was not only seeing this but hearing it as well. Sweat was forming on all three of us. I could feel it running down my back and into my crack. They continued to double fuck my hole. Jack put the brown bottle between our lips and blew into it, as I inhaled through my mouth, then I did the same for him, We did this three times, then offered the bottle to Rick who inhaled as well. Rick wrapped his arms around me and pushed his cock in deeper, stretching my hole more. I could feel the pulses of his cock as he shot his death load into me, Jack then bucked his hips upwards, and shot his load too. Their breathing was heavy. I was in ecstasy getting two full blown A.I.D.S loads. I don’t want to cum. They pulled out and I stood next to the bed. They sat next to each other and i bent over taking turns cleaning their cocks. “That was a fucking hot show,” Dad said from the doorway. Rick and Jack just laughed. “Can I have my son now?” I walked over and we left. Dad showed me where our cabin was. Not much in it, just a bed, with a little bathroom behind it. We left and Dad took me about the resort. Our first stop was the pool area. It was a large pool, there were about eight guys swimming around the pool and about ten sunning their naked bodies in chairs around the pool Cocks were hard, sticking up in the air for all to see. Near the back of the pool was an older man laying flat on his back while a younger guy, fucked himself with the man’s cock. We then went to a building that was next to the pool, it was a small dining area, but it was what was behind it, that Dad wanted to show me. It was a completely dark room. “It has no walls, just a big open space” Dad said. I listen closely and I could hear fucking and sucking going on in the room. My cock started to grow. I wanted to go in there right now, but Dad pulled me along to show me more. We went down a hall, passing a bathroom, then out a door. “See that trail there, you can go down there and find men cruising for dick and ass, it leads to a pond where you can swim.” I tried to see if I could make out men fucking but the growth was pretty thick. “You saw the other cabins, but behind them are the bunk house, a group sleep area. Plus there is an area where guys can pitch tents and camp out” “Dad did you having any fun while I was getting bred by Rick and Jack” “Son, everyone was watching you on the big screen tv near the pool, including me. Dicks were hard and everyone was saying they wanted you” “Really Dad” “Yeah and I said that’s my boy” “Damn” “Where do you want to go first”

Was able to get the next chapter finished. Thanks, all of you who commented, and as always, please feel free to give me feedback. If you want to see something in here, let me know, and I'll do my best to work it in. And in appreciation of all of you who made it through the ordeal that was part three, I give you part 4. Also, if anyone is fluent in Spanish and notices any mistakes on my translations, let me know so I can fix them. -- PART 4: A WARM WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD Bent over, I waited for the uncut cock attached to the guy behind me to enter my ass. I had to have been a sight to see. A short, blond guy in his mid-20s, short, well-kept hair, swimmer’s build, naked from the waist down bent over a small bench, waiting expectantly for a hot Latino to shove a dripping uncut cock deep up his ass raw. The very thought made my cock drip as I felt the guy trying to get access to my hole. Frustrated, he kept pressing harder and harder against my hole, which refused to give up under his assault. He pulled out the bottle of poppers, opened them up and handed them to me. “Keep breathing those in puta (whore),” he muttered, shoving two fingers up my hole, making me gasp in pain and shock, “You need to take my bicho (dick).” I nodded, immediately sniffing the liquid, its effects hitting immediately as my hole relaxed to the stretching the hot guy behind me was doing. I took a quick look back at him, watching as with a slight nod of his head, he pulled his fingers out. With a quick push, he slammed his cock deep into my guts, making me yell out in both pleasure and pain. Fully sheathed within my ass, he held me for a second, waiting for me to adjust to his cock before he licked up the side of my neck. Satisfied that I was ready for more, he reached under my shirt and pinched my nipples as he bit on my left earlobe. This immediately caused my ass to clamp down on his cock, making him hiss in pleasure. Reaching back down, he grabbed my hips, and whispered into my ear, “Follemos, cochino. (Let's fuck, pig.)” With those words uttered, he started slamming my hole like a jack hammer, causing me to cry out again as he began his assault on my ass. The pain was like nothing I had ever felt. Gritting my teeth, I rode it out, using one arm to prop myself up on the bench, and the other stroking my throbbing cock. Slowly, the intense pain in my ass slowly gave way to pleasure with each passing stroke. I could feel each stroke slamming against my prostate, sending pleasure down into my balls and up through my aching cock. I had never been fucked like this before, but I was loving every minute. Above me, the hot Latino muttered words under his breath in Spanish. I only caught bits and pieces, such as ‘quieres sue me venga (do you want my cum),’ ‘a huevo (fucking sweet),’ and ‘pajarito (faggot).’ Sadly, I didn’t know what any of these meant, but they way he said them told me that had to be dirty and hot. We continued fucking at his fast pace for a long time, my tight hole stretching further and further before a slight squelching sound hit my ears. ‘This guy is turning my ass into a fuck hole’ I thought to myself. The idea made me even harder, causing me to drip even more precum. After the onslaught on my ass, I knew I would be shooting a huge load quickly up his ass. Quickly enough, I noticed his strokes becoming more and more irregular. Sensing he was close, I clamped down on his cock, recalling how much Jackson had liked it. “A huevo, puta! (Fuck yeah, whore)” he yelled out, slamming even harder into my ass, “Me voy a venir! (I'm going to cum)” Even with my limited knowledge of Spanish, I knew it likely meant he was going to come in my hole. I continued the motion with my ass, trying desperately to milk his cock. With one final, hard slam, I felt his cock start to throb as he yell out loud. “Me vengo, cabroń (I'm cumming, fucker)! Me pinche corro en tu nalga (I'm fucking cumming in your ass). Y sin forro, joto! (And without a condom, faggot!),” he yelled out, feeling my ass milk his cock for all it was worth, as he weakly kept slamming my ass before finally stopping. We both stood there in silence for a few minutes, sweat pouring from our faces as our hearts raced. Finally, I felt him pull slowly out of my ass, a hiss escaping both our lips and we both stood up and kissed. Breaking apart, I knelt down, taking his softening cock into my mouth, sucking the remnants of ass and cum off, making him involuntarily push my head off. “Damn, Papi (baby),” he gasped, a grin spreading on his face, “Too sensitive.” With that, he grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back up before taking my hard, hot, and throbbing cock into his hand giving it a few tugs. Leaning in, his kissed my neck, grabbing slightly on the back of my head to pull me closer. “What’s your name, baby?” he asked, giving slight kisses down my neck, his hand slowly moving down to my balls, giving them a slight tug. “Jake. You?” I replied, lust making my voice deepen. “Mateo,” he replied, letting go of my balls and stepping away slowly, his fingers rubbing in his ass before he bent over slowly, holding his cheeks apart to showing me. “Your turn, papí,” he said, looking back at my through his legs, “Fill my nalga (ass) with your hot load.” I let out a loud gulp before reaching beside me to the lube dispenser, coating my bare cock before rubbing the remaining lube onto his hole. Slowly I pressed against his ass, relishing as it quickly swallowed my cock halfway to the hilt, making Mateo groan before me. I stopped suddenly, worried I was moving too fast. “You ok?” I asked, inadvertently pulling out slightly. “Coño (Fuck) man!” he said as suddenly pushed his ass the rest of the way, making me groan in return, “Give me that piece of meat! This puta (whore) needs it bad.” I sat for a minute deep in his hole as I felt it adjust to my sudden intrusion. The wet tight heat wrapped seductively around my hole, slicker that I would have expected. “Fuck,” I muttered, “You’re so wet!” “Yeah man,” he said, reaching down and stroking his slowly re-hardening cock, “Been taking loads all day. Probably six or seven in there.” With those words, I felt my dick throb. Jesus, I thought to myself, shocked yet somehow turned on by those words. Here I was, balls deep in a stranger who had just cum up my ass, and he’s now telling me he has several random loads in his ass. With that though, I smiled and slowly started pumping in and out of Mateo, enjoying the feeling of stranger’s cum sliding around my meat. This continued for a few minutes when I heard the door suddenly open. “Shit!” I said, stopping suddenly as whoever had just entered closed the door. I went to pull out of Mateo when I felt a pair of hands grab my ass, one of the fingers probing into my well-fucked hole before smacking my ass with a loud pop, causing me to jump and nearly cum right there. “Damn,” the voice said, sounding extremely familiar, “didn’t expect you a hot piece of ass like you to take to this place so quickly!” Looking over my shoulder, I instantly recognized the man behind me to be the skinhead attendant from people. “Feels like my boy Mateo here already got the first dibs on breaking in your hole,” he continued, pulling his finger out and sticking it in his mouth, “Fuck! Nice tasting hole too!” I watched as the skinhead made his way in front of me, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his shirt off before standing in front of Mateo. “Fuck ya.. 'Sup Kyle,” the Latino grunted, as I started fucking him again. “Shut the fuck up slut,” Kyle muttered, as he pulled his pants off. I stared in awe as Kyle revealed his cock. Like his face and ears, the 9-inch cut cock before me glistened with multiple piercings. A large PA stuck out of the tip of his cock, with an ampallang bisecting the head. Multiple piercings bisected his urethra before ending further down into another piercing, which I now know as a lorum. He also had several scrotal piercings. I stared down at his glittering groin as I continued to slowly watch in stroke himself a few time, before finally stuffing it into the Latin’s open mouth. I watch as the hot Latin guy below me was stuffed on each end, gagging on the skinhead’s meat while I plugged away at his hole. Suddenly, I found myself getting close to orgasming, when I felt Mateo grab my balls and squeeze them roughly. “Fuck!” I yelped, immediately feeling my building orgasm disappear. I watched as Mateo slowly pulled his mouth off Kyle before he smiled up at him. “I loosened him up for you,” Mateo said, an evil grin on his face. Raising his eyebrows, Kyle turned to me, gripping his pierced cock at me. “Well boy,” drawled out, stroking his meat with the copious amounts of saliva from Mateo’s mouth, “I do think a thank you is in order. I did, after all, let you in here for free. And it appears you let the money run out on your monitor. Very bad form.” Looking over at the monitor, I saw that it had in fact run out of time. Looking back at him, he continued. “Honestly, company policy is that we’re supposed to kick both of you out,” he continued, grabbing the back of my head and pulled my hair, causing my head to arch back, “But you see, Mateo and I go way back. So I’d have to just kick you out.” He pulled his face close to mine as I opened my mouth in a slight wince. He smacked my ass, even harder than before causing my mouth to open further in pain, and without hesitation, shoved his warm wet tongue deep in my mouth. Releasing my mouth, he looked deep into my eyes. “I could look the other way if you let me sample that prime boy pussy of yours. I’d wager it’s never had a nice thick piece of pierced meat inside it. And hell, I’ve been dying to feel my cock inside you the second I saw you walk up to me. So what do you say? Let me drop a nice load in that freshly fucked twat?” I stared at him as he pulled away from my face, staring at me with an evil look in his eyes. My mind raced at the thought of taking a second cock in my hole. The idea made me horny, but I still felt myself hesitate. I stopped fucking Mateo as my brain went through its mental gymnastics. “No?” he asked mockingly, stepping back further. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something long and dark from his pocket. I realized with a start that he had pulled a cigar, sticking it in his mouth before proceeded to pull out a lighter from his other pocket, expertly lighting it. That was what did it for me. Something clicked inside my mind as everything hit me. Being balls deep and completely raw in a hot Latino guy who minutes before had come inside my ass after a hard pounding, and now a hot skinhead smoking a thick cigar talking about sampling my hole. It was taboo. It was risky. It was SO. FUCKING. HOT. Immediately, I started nodding, excitement causing my previously tight ass to pucker. Kyle drew deeply before he pulled the cigar out of his mouth, blowing it directly into my face. “Good choice bitch,” He said, immediately walking behind me smacking my ass several times. I felt him pull my asscheeks apart, lightly rubbing his PA across my hole. I was surprised at how warm the metal felt until I felt him pushing into my newly wrecked hole. With no effort, he worked himself deep inside me, the different piercings adding extra pleasure to my hole. “Fuck,” I blurted out, feeling the metal continually pounding into my swollen, well-fucked prostate, “That feels so good.” “Always aim to please fucker,” Kyle replied, puffing away on the cigar as he continued to rape my ass. The three of us continued to fuck, sweat dripping off each other. Mateo, underneath me, was now fisting his cock in time with my strokes into his ass, muttering in Spanish. Every once in a while, he would tighten his hole, which would cause me to slam him harder. This caused Kyle to nearly pull out of my hole, and in turn take an extra long stroke back into my ass. The room took on a haze as the cigar smoke, the glow of the monitor accentuating it. We continued pounding at the others hole, and before long, I felt Mateo start to tighten even more on my weeping cock. “Hostia!” he cried out, his ass giving my cock one final squeeze. “Me vengo (I'm cumming)! Shit! Si, venga papi, vente en mi culo (Yes, cum baby, cum in my ass)!” “What?” I asked, trying desperately to not lose my composure. “He wants you to cum up his ass fucker,” Kyle barked, taking a drag on the cigar and watching as Mateo began shooting all over the floor, “Give him your load and you can get mine injected right up your cumdump! Give him all you got Pig!” I picked up the pace, feeling my balls start to boil, but I just couldn’t get to the point of no return. Then, an idea hit me. I put one hand in the center of the spent Latino’s back and grabbed the bottle of poppers he had been sniffing, taking several hits in each nostril before setting back down. I waited a few seconds, feeling the warm feeling rush through my body, and then, pausing for a second, I stopped fucking Mateo’s hole and reached behind me, pulling the cigar from Kyle’s mouth. I stuck the nearly spent, spit covered cigar butt into my mouth and start smoking the cigar. FUCK! This is what I needed! I thought to myself and started slamming the hole in front of me. Suddenly, I felt the burning sensation deep in my loins, and with one final stroke, shot deep. “HOLY! FUCKING! SHIT!” I yelled as it felt like all my body fluids shot through my piss hole, my balls draining completely of their cum. Shot after shot flowed out of me, shooting deep into Mateo's hole and mixing further with the other loads in his ass. “Fucking hot,” Kyle cheered, watching as I twitched over and over, my orgasm took over my entire body. With one final twitch, I slumped over slightly over Mateo, letting out a deep breath. “My turn piggy,” Kyle said, and with an extra hard slam, I felt his cock begin twitching in my ass. He picked up the pace, a blur in my hole. Kyle moaned as he slammed my hole, and with one final groan, he slowed to a steady slow slam, sliding deeper than he had gone previously, over and over with each shot. I moaned in time with each thrust, feeling the cum jet deep inside me. After about 20 slams into my hole, he finally stopped moving, pulling the now spent cigar from my mouth and tossing it on the floor, crushing it under his foot. We all stood there for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow of the hot experience that had just transpired. Mateo was the first to move, standing up slightly and pulling my now deflated cock from his ass. Kyle followed suit, and with a soft plop, cum dripping from my wreck hole. My asshole quivered as the air hit my gaping hole as I stood up, a content smile on my face, still panting from the workout. I watched as Mateo reached into his pants, and without warning tossed me his phone. Catching it, I looked down, slightly confused. “Put your number in it dude,” he replied, pulling his clothes back on, “We definitely have to hook up again soon.” Nodding, I put my cell into the phone, adding my name and handed it back to him. With little more than a wave, Mateo left the room, shutting the door behind him. Kyle did the same with his phone, and as we both got dressed he started talking. “So, what do you think?” he asked, picking up the used cigar and throwing it in the trashcan. “Is it always that…” I started to ask, at a loss for words to describe exactly what I felt. “Hot? Dirty? Fucking twisted?” he guessed, pulling his shirt back on, “Not always. Usually, a lot of trolls here looking for a piece of prime boy pussy like yours. Just depends. Fridays and Saturdays are best.” I nodded, making a mental note of everything he was saying as he continued. “Mateo is a regular here, but it's rare to see him top. That boy tends to be a gut busting bottom. Nice to see him giving a load to a hungry hole for once.” “Oh,” I replied, a look of concern on my face thinking back to what he had told me earlier. Seeing my face take on the look of concern, Kyle continued. “Don’t worry. That cumslut works down at the free clinic on Broadway. Also on PrEP, if his profile is to be believed. And I just got tested last week, so no worries from me.” A bit of relief from those words, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “So, got a name stranger?” he asked. “Jake,” checking my pockets to make sure I had everything, starting to feel tired as the adrenaline and hormones finally ran their course. “Nice to meet you, or should I say 'meat your hole',” he replied with a chuckle, “Really from around here, or just visiting?” “No, really am from around here. Just moved in next door,” I replied following him out the hall and towards the stairs up to the main part of the bookstore. “Nice! You should really consider getting a membership then!” he said, climbing the stairs before opening the door and holding it for me, “It’s usually $100, but I’ll talk with the owner and see if he’ll give you a deal.” “Thanks,” I said softly, considering the idea. “Well, I’m off and have finals to study for, dude. See you soon?” he asked, nodding at the new attendant in the booth, who then handed him a backpack. “Sure,” I replied, and with a slight flourish of his hand, he waved goodbye. “I’ll text ya soon!” he called behind him and walked out the door. Feeling my exhaustion ebbing at my mind, I walked out the door as well, making the short walk to my building. Looking down at my watch, I realized that it was already 1 am, and I was suddenly thankful that I had the weekend off. The security guard at the front desk looked up from the computer screen and his phone, starting to get up. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my key, and with a slight nod, he sat back down and turned his attention back to the monitor. — A quick ride up the elevator, I dragged myself across the hall as the elevator opened. With my key still in hand, I tapped the card to the door and listened as the door lock whirred and let me in. The door closed automatically behind me, and I grab the knob, turning it back to locked. Slowly, I trudged into my bedroom and stripped off my clothes before pulling back the covers and climbing into bed. The cool air of the room caused goose bumps to break out across my skin, and I pulled the light sheet on top of me. I reached over and shut off the lights before laying back in the extremely comfortable bed. Lying in bed, I let my mind wander to that night's events. Slowly, I ran my fingers slowly down my torso, grabbing my ever slightly hardening cock, still too spent from the earlier festivities, relishing in the slight stickiness from ass juices and strangers cum mixed with my own now dried all over me. I let out a slight laugh and continued to draw my fingers ever lower before lifting my left leg up slightly and shoving a finger into my sloppy, cum-filled hole. I slowly shoved the finger in, loving the slick feeling as it sank in deeply, followed by a second and then a third. After a few minutes of finger fucking myself, I pulled them out and brought my fingers to my nose. I took a deep sniff of them. Fresh cum and ass. My cock twitched slightly, and an evil thought flashed into my mind. Tentatively, I licked the index finger. The flavor of two loads mixed with my ass tasted amazing. I sucked them clean, thinking about what Matt would say if he saw me doing it. I smiled again, and after a second sighed. “Fuck the British twat… he doesn't get a say anymore,” I muttered before turning over, quickly drifted asleep.

Met up with a traveling top at his hotel room last night. Wife had passed out asleep early so I used the excuse to get gas in the van as a reason to step out knowing she would have no idea how long I was gone. Top was eager to get sucked and all it took was me lubing him up good with my mouth that he mounted me from behind. Fucked good and hard and then announced he was cumming, blasted both inside and outside my hole. Was great. Washed up and got home wife completely unaware a dude had made me his bitch 10 mininutes earlier. It is really hot now that I let all tops in me bare if we meet.

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.

PART 3 Joel was shaken . . . and he was amazed. The shorter man had made no sounds of protest. He had swallowed that load of cum and then had allowed another man to unleash his own cum load into his ass. Joel's head was spinning. Never had he ever imagined such things happening. Now, he had witnessed it with his own eyes. Joel looked down at his towel and found it being stretched tight from the pressure being applied by his own dick. Joel left the steam room and hesitantly walked back toward his room. At the top of the steps to the basement, he heard a voice and turned toward it. Standing in front of him was a black man. He was about 6 feet tall, weighed about 160 pounds, had a nicely muscled body, a shaved head, full beard and moustache, and had his left nipple pierced with a big bar sticking through it. Joel shook his head hesitantly. "Are you okay, dude," the man asked again. "You look a bit shaken up. Do you need help back to your room? Are you diabetic?" The man quietly kept asking him questions seemingly concerned. Joel shook his head and said, "No, I'm fine. Thank you. I . . . I . . . I just witnessed a man give a blow job to one man and then get fucked by another in the steam room. Neither of the men used a condom. I'm not used to seeing such." Joel walked on to his room and let himself in. He sat on the bed rehashing what he had just witnessed. All he had wanted to do was to enjoy the steam not watch a porn show. One thing puzzled Joel though: He had seen his own dick react to the two scenes. Even now his dick was hard just thinking about it. What was happening? Was this normal? He had always thought in his mind how repulsive the thought of sex between men was. But, now that he had seen it somewhat up close he didn't know. There was a knock at his door that brought Joel to his senses. Who could that be? He didn't know anyone. He opened it and saw the black man who had offered help. "Yes?" Joel asked. "Man, you were shaken back there," the quiet bass voice cooed. "I thought you were going back down the steps head first from the way you were swaying. You need at least to drink some water for me dude. Coming out of the steam room, you need to replenish and hydrate yourself. Come on now. I'm not taking no for an answer." His calming voice eased Joel's mind as the man twisted open the bottle of water and held it out to him. "Come on now; drink it all down." Joel nodded and took the bottle. He tilted the bottle upward and began swallowing the contents. It tasted stale and stopped. Joel frowned looking at his waterman. But, he tipped the bottle once more and finished it off. "It tastes a little odd," Joel said. "but, I do thank you." "Yeah, it's a cheap brand they sell here," the black man said quietly and smiled.

Too piggy is an individual thing I believe. What someone thinks is extreme or too extreme may seem calm to someone else. I think everyone needs to set their limits and then maybe push them a little until they decide they cannot do more. Beyond your personal limit is too piggy.

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

I have to tell you about my experience last night. After spending a really nice NYE with friends, I decided to go back to the bath house and see what New Year's would be like there. The whole way there, I was thinking about my last visit, which was my first bareback fuck, and I wondered if this experience would be like the last, or would I completely strike out and end up just going home. The last time I was there I was also really drunk and while this visit I was feeling really good, I was far from as drunk as I was the time before. I arrived there late (or early, however you want to look at it) at about 5 A.M. this morning. From the outside the place looked packed and I hoped I would be able to get a room. Once inside I find out I was able to get a room and after paying, I went in search of my room - and whatever else there is. Rock-hard all the way through the building, I found my room, locked the door, and sat on the bed. I could hear the guys in the room next to me fucking. It sounded like the bottom was getting fucked really well, and naturally that only made me harder. Taking a deep breath, I undressed, and after a hit of poppers, I unlocked the door. This trip I decided to stay in my room and let the guys come to me. So, laying on my stomach, my face towards the door, I kept watch on the guys parading up and down the hall way. The poppers were starting to work and I was hornier by the minute as I waited to see if someone would come in. A guy walked past my open door. He did not stop but kept walking, then he was back and rubbed the front of his towel, walked-in, closing the door behind himself. Saying "Hi", he stood in front of me and took-off his towel, revealing a thick, cut cock. I looked up into his eyes and he grabbed the top of my head, pulling my month onto his cock. Instantly I could taste his precum (which was utterly delicious) and wondered if I was the first guy or tenth guy with whom he had played that night. His cock tasted extremely good and I sucked him as he moaned, more precum leaking from his cock. He started to reach around and play with my ass. I loved it when he started to gently finger my hole and all I could do to acknowledge my interest in his attention was to moan, his cock still in my month. After sucking for awhile he pulled away and climbed onto the bed. Then he did something that I was not expecting: leaning over, he spread my cheeks and started to rim me. I moaned like crazy. It felt unbelievably good. All to soon he stopped and I could feel his cock riding along my crack, his cock head aiming at my hole. We never talked about a condom and at that moment all I could think about was having that thick cock slide into me. I raised my ass to meet him; his cock head slid into my waiting hole and without further ado he was all the way into my ass. I took another hit of the poppers and readied myself to be fucked. He started to talk to me saying "You have a really nice tight ass" and "I'm gonna pound your ass" as well as saying other remarks that I can't recall at this point. All I could do was to moan, his cock deep in my ass. He lay on top of me and started to talk in my ear asking "Where do you want this load?" to which I replied "Pull-out and cum all over my ass." He replied "No, I think you want me to breed your ass." Now, in truth, I wanted that and didn't want that - at the same time, but the later won out and I told him to pull out. He repeated his question, and again I said "Pull-out." I could tell from his heavy breathing that he was close. He started to fuck me faster and harder and saying "You ready? 'Cause here it cums!" And at moment I felt the head of his cock enlarge as he shot his load into my ass! With that I came, my ass muscles trapping his cock and milking the rest of his cum deep into my ass. After a few minutes he pulled-out and quietly left my room.